°•°𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝓨𝓸𝓾?°•°
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"Why is it always you?"
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I reached out to the powder Satan had gave me, but could not bring my self to open the leather pouch. Could I really do this? Were they not just like me after all? My eyes darted over the ghostly figures inching closer. I cannot let them get too close. Summoning what amount of flames I could control to the max, I allowed the crimson petals to slowly push the through the dimness of the labyrinth. Some of ghosts shriveled upon the sight of the burning light, before retreating back into the dark, but the rest, whom seemed to still have all their limbs slightly intact limped towards me even more desperately. The red winged beast warrior from before, shakily stood up and reached out to me through the roaring flames. His dead, blood shot eyes pierced through my soul, making me freeze at the spot paralyzed. Call me pathetic for fearing ghosts, but these were not like any I had seem in the Human Realm before. Without giving me enough time to react, he let out a grunt of agony, and sunk his clawed hands into my chest.
For a split second, I felt absolutely nothing, before my head spun and found myself slowly being pulled closer to the dead warrior without moving the slightest. Then I heard a scream. It rung through the tired halls. It was dipped in torment and despair. I wanted to close my eyes and isolate it from my senses . . . But that was when I become aware, that the scream belonged to me. This ghost was physically tearing my soul and body apart. The pain weighed down on my now tired body, that had fallen limp to its knees. How was this possible? Only Death could do such a thing. I had to resist, or this would be the end of me. With what little magic energy I could muster, I gripped my dagger through the numbness that had dominated my hand. The blade emitted a strange glow, as I hopelessly swung it at the corrupted creature. Personally, I had no idea what I was trying to do, but the second the silver blade came in contact with the creature's skin the dead warrior's body seemed to stitch back his wounds, broken bones, and battered limbs, before withering into a pure-white ball of dust; floating into the distance.
I was about to stumble face first to the ground, but several grips on my shoulders and waist held me in place. More ghosts? Is there any place in this pit of Hell, where someone does not want to eat me alive? I waited patiently for my soul to get finally snatched out of my body and for the immense pain to overwhelm me, but just as I felt myself getting pulled away. The white ball of dust came floating back; dangled itself in front of my half lidded eyes, and began releasing an intense light within the darkness of the labyrinth, causing the ghosts behind me to let out a loud screech, before retreating back to where ever they came from. My limp body fell to its side, while the ball of dust circled around me in a hurry, as if pleading for me to stand up, but I had already crossed my limit, and the curse mark itching from my shoulder, that laid now against a slight cracked glass floor, did not make my situation any better. Satan and Mammon probably found their way out already. . . Hopefully they find me soon.
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How long did I lay there with the glass shards biting my skin? Man, why does is the air here so toxic? A weak chuckle left my lips, before swiftly getting replaced by a dry cough. At least this time that lovesick idiot was not the one, who had to save my helpless self. A smile twitched onto the corner of my lips at the thought of the blond-haired demon. This gas is probably starting to mess with my brain, because I feel like a feeble drunkard.
With that thought, I pushed myself steadily off the black glass beneath me, picking up the dagger I had thrown, before looking at the floating heap of dust before me. Nearly forgot about this thing. The small ball of glitter like material started floating away and into one of the passages. It wants me to follow it? Not like I have any idea where to go? The deeper we walked through the passage, the more the scent of the air seemed to change by the minute, dipped with blood. My guts flipped upon reaching a hollow prison cell. Here, the walls had a deep-dark color of crimson-red smudged all over. At the far far back there I saw it, the little ball of dust swirling around a beaten body. His face was caked in blood, coal, and scares, features unnoticeable; hands covered in cuts and purple patches; red wings battered and torn apart, and wrists and ankles cuffed in chains. The glowing ball slowly floated closer to the body, before fading into the humanoid figure's chest. A zombie?! I flinched at the sight of the body's fingers twitching, followed by the clattering of iron chains. The blades of my dagger glowed in the dark, and as if in a response to a calling, the body emitting a faint glow. Oh Holy grail . First, this could also be another creepy monster that lurks in the labyrinth. Second, why is the corpse of a probable hundred-year-old beast warrior still doing here?! I took a few steps back, until the exit was right behind me, and my feet were ready to make a run for it. The light faded, and the body's injuries vanished. It was a boy, a teenager probably . . . Maybe seventeen-years-old? He had bright, vermilion-red hair that reached the nap of his neck. It looked surprisingly . . . Soft, even though he seemed pretty dead a minute ago. He had sun kissed skin, dressed in tattered, white, bloodstained, light armor, and sharp, wild yellow eyes that studied there surroundings warily, until landing on me. "Y-yuna?" his stuttering, deep, ocean voice nearly knocked all of my senses away, as he hesitatedly stretched out his newly healed red wings.
How was he so freaking good looking?! Was he not the same ghost that attacked me before?! The thought of ghosts snapped me back to reality, and my memory of him nearly tearing my soul apart from my body came rushing back. I was about to make a run for the passage I had just come from, but pain shot through my thigh, and instantly fell onto one knee, while trying to steady myself. "Uh, Lady Yuna!" the once ghost warrior rushed towards me in worry, before kneeling in front of me to take a closer look at my wound. "You have been pushing yourself to walk my lady, and these burn marks . . ."
He ran his scared hands over the wound. If I were not in so much pain I would have blushed ten shades of red, but at this stage I was holding back tears. " . . . Your wound might get infected," he attempted to pick me up, but I already had the blade of my dagger pressed against his neck, ready to spill more blood in this prison cell. " Please lady Yuna, I mean no harm."
Okay, so maybe this guy was hot and a gentleman . . . But for goodness sake, he tried to kill me a few minutes ago without thinking twice! " I seriously feel everyone I meet here is screwing me over somehow, so I am going to say this one time," I warned , already spotting a small cut forming on the warrior's neck, as I held my blade," Stay the Hell away from me!"
" You heard the Kitten . . ." a sly, yet familiar voice interrupted, "Go on, let the Lady go."
The beast warrior frowned is disgust at the newcomer entering the cell. "Why is it always you, Satan?" I could not help, but add pressure on 'always,' and found myself looking at the winged warrior in front of me with an annoyed expression, as if blaming the whole situation on him.
" Would you have somehow preferred Mammon?" Satan mocked me, before looking back at the beast warrior, and was literally having a staring contest with him. "Did not catch your name, ghost."
"It's Callen, leader of the fallen Dawn Tribe," the warrior spoke in malice." I don't suppose you remember your favorite prisoner of the Celestial War, do you?"
"Well it doesn't really matter if I'm going to make you a ghost again, now will it?"
Satan's voice . . . How come it reminded me of the madness of his past?
This madness . . .
This insanity . . .
What triggered it?
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Wars Yuna . . . Wars.
Wars are always drenched in anger, revenge, and suffering.
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Phew! I thought that would never end! Ya know, I just noticed that most of this chapter was just OC characters, but have no fear! The next chapter shall be even more interesting, since we are reaching the good stuff I know y'all came for . . . finally!! Buy seriously Satan, why the heck is it so hard to get your adorably messed up personality correct?!
Without further ado, time for me to randomly tag everyone! Cuz why not?!
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