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Beyond the Void

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Nillyx stared at the open portal with hesitance. After all this time.. And the first step after the CORE would be where she was born. Personally, she'd rather be stepping into her pidgey's arms.

But she had something to do.

Closing her eyes, she'd step through.. And be met with the fresh, salty scent of the ocean. A scent she hasn't smelt in years. The nostalgia nearly brought her to her feet.

She'd open her eyes, and seal the portal, looking around at the splash of vibrancy around her. Everything still looked the same, ever since she left a decade or two ago. It had been so long..

The palm trees still waved hello, just as they did before. The skies were brightest of blue, a thin, wavy blanket of clouds weaving in and out of it in an intricate, ever-changing pattern. And the mount still stood, a remnant of a once-active volcano. She'd smile morosely, and cut through the trees as per her usual path towards her childhood hideout.

The lagoon.

It shocked her, how much it didn't change with time. Unharmed by the modern days, each curve and edge familiar to her touch. She could almost see her childhood self, climbing down the rock walls to jump in the quiet waters- Her childhood self, staring into the water, where she first saw him.

Her childhood crush- her sampaguita.

She'd shake her head to clear her head. She couldn't afford to get wrecked with emotion now. She had a job to do-.. A person to say goodbye to. A past- To unlock again.

'No secrets.'

That promise stuck with her, and she intended to keep it. She remembered a leaf of paper Iden hid with her, decades ago. They kept it in an underground cave, in a small box with some other silly trinkets. Iden always told her that when it was time, she will go back to that cave, and uncover the wisdom hidden in that leaf of paper. She figured it was time now.

Staring at the water of the lagoon, she wondered if it'll change after she left again. Maybe for good this time.. Or not.

Nillyx always did want to show her family her childhood home. Maybe make it a haven for the living as she did for the LOST. Such ideas were welcome now, that she had this power. It baffled her that all along, what she was searching for was inside her. But then again, it made sense, because she was born of the CORE. She wasn't expecting the core to be in her.. Core. The CORE in the Void merely had a key.

Now she had pure, unbridled magic, thrumming through her veins. She hasn't felt this feeling ever before. It was powerful, it was filling. It made her whole. But it didn't make her complete. That role was for her family alone. Taking a deep breath to settle herself, she dove in.

It was nearly frightening how accustomed she was to the feeling. The water was a little chilly, but she was used to that already. The water swirled around her body as she pushed forward, to the bottom. She grabbed a rock to hold her down, as she pushed aside a decently large boulder that hid the entrance to the cave with her feet. Upon accomplishing that feat, she'd squeeze through the hole, and swim up. She made her way to a bundle of dried leaves, stuffed cleverly in a crevice of the cave. Iden was wise enough to make even such a trivial thing as that, a puzzle.

'Here, Nillyx. You see these leaves? We must weave them in a way to complicate the release of the box.'

Then Iden took her aside, showing her the pattern that will undo the puzzle. She never really got to finish it, seeing as they engaged in a splash battle and then looked up at the crystals. They were bioluminescent, beautiful at night. But it wasn't night now.

'Let the stars guide your way, Nillyx. They always know the path you need to take.'

Well, the stars can't do much help down in the Void, could they, Iden?

Finally untangling the last piece of leaves, she pulled out a crude, wooden box sealed with a familiar, ooey, gooey substance-

"Slapper Slopper-!"

The raven-locked individual grinned as she held the box near.

It was a substance Nillyx concocted by accident when she was a child. Like a slime version of super glue- She remembered the endless pranks she played on the village children with this secret weapon. Last she remembered, they never really managed to get it off. Iden always looked at her with a weird shine in her eyes everytime she asked her to teach her how to do it and yet fail again.

Only now did Nillyx realize that it was some sort of substance only she could make. No wonder Iden looked at her that way. She had magic all along, ever since the start.

Unsticking the slime from the box, she'd carefully pull the top off- And was once again surprised by how good it smelled. There were hints of bark, old paper, and a fruitiness that somehow tied all of the different pieces together. A few shells and pins lie within the box, a dried-up petal, a wilted grass crown, and a piece of paper. The one Iden wrote in. Carefully unfolding it, she looked over the contents.

..I promised that I'd do you proud, Iden. Now, look at me. I'm everything you imagined.. Maybe more.

Wiping a tear from her eye at what she read, she tucked the paper back into the box along with other stuff and placed it in a portal for safekeeping. The Bloides will handle it well enough, she mused. But enough about recollecting. It's time to face the present.

Time to see if that old man survived this far..

Walking on the mossy rock roads, she'd marvel at how much the village changed. It had expanded and somewhat modernized a bit, having the joys of internet. But not the internet we know. Flip phones were used a lot here, Nillyx observed. She thought that the village would still keep a lot of its past aspects- Much like the outside surroundings. Maybe not. There always was a symbol of an eye somewhere- And it unnerved her. What was with the branding?

It couldn't be a deity, right? The isles merely hosted them, and hers was the one of the smallest in the archipelago. So who would take interest..?

Unless.. No. No, no no. It can't be.

Emerald-tipped wings caressed her face, threatening to take off the mask that she wore. The mask that kept her- And everyone else, safe. A soft voice whispered near her ear, but it was hollow and manipulating, unlike the warm, animated voice she was so used to hearing. Gilded letters shone bright on the mask she crafted for him-.. Meant to protect, but now it decieved.

Xavi. Or should she say.. 8D?

It's been centuries since she'd seen him in person. Centuries since she last saw him reach for her as she- Wait, no. It was Specter's body, Specter's life. Not hers.

But she still felt a tad bit of remorse for the ghost. All she'd ever wanted was to save her kingdom, to save her family. To live to see the ending she worked for happen. Alas, Fate had other plans.

Falling into the pit she came from, bound to live until she broke, and still not getting to see what she accomplish in the afterlife.. It's cruel. She gave up the last leg of her life.. To Nillyx.

Nillyx still remembered how.. Broken, the ghost looked, as she painstakingly handed the pendant to her. A quiet, hollow whisper echoed from the mouth that wasn't there-

"Keep them safe. For me. For all of us."

Those were Specter's last words, as she faded into the nothingness of the Void. Ever since then, Nillyx had tried as hard as she could, to hasten her journey- And now she's out. With minimum scratches. Heck- Even her damned leg has returned! And boy- She missed walking on two human legs.

But it wasn't time for happy celebrations. She had a job to do. ..she needed to find her biological father- If he still lived.

The fruits of her labor paid off, as she knelt in the dry grass in front of a makeshift gravestone. Looks like the man fully indulged in everything after her leave, and died of a heart attack a few months after. Not that he was going to live any further- She always thought he would be the first to, after she left.

Iden always joked that Jaysun had the stench of death looming around him- Getting ever stronger as the days passed. Maybe she was right. Still, it'd do her good to pay respects to a dead man. He did birth her, after all.

"Just.. Never really raised me. You were a man, Jaysun. Not a good one, but still a man nontheless. I hope your afterlife's as full of crap as your life was."

With that, she'd grab a hanging trompeta with a nearby stick, wrapping the stem around it carefully as to not touch it, and pull. Once she broke off the flower, she pushed it around to the middle of the gravestone's foot, and stand up. She paid her respects. Now it was time to pay an old friend.. A visit.

Nillyx streaked through the trees, heading through the forest. Ruins of a shrine lay at the base of the mountain, and there was a chance it might be renovated to house the current entity. Not that it already did. Iden told her tales of playful spirits who lounged among the trees, pulling hairs, taking or replacing an object, and tripping you. They protected the shrine during it's glory days. No one knew why. The shrine itself was a mystery, seeing as there were no records to its existence in the village archives, and no one knew to whom it was built.

It was as engimatic as Vu Iden. People said that it could have been Iden's shrine, but.. No one really knew for sure. That rumor died out quickly however, as the villagers settled on calling her a witch. Easier to hate than to speculate, in their opinion. And that.. That made Nillyx sick in her core. A black spike rose beside her, and she flinched, bumping into another spike. She took a deep breath, willing herself to calm down. She can't do emotions again, it seemed. Things went out of control with that, and it did even more so now.

The CORE- Her core was as dangerous as it is powerful. She needed to learn how to harness it first before she went out, to continue her duty as Guardian of the Void. To continue to be a mother. To be…

..If she was going to be that, who is she now?

She was Nillyx, Nillyx Adenine Stryn Vuidenne. Mother, daughter, lover. Guardian. She liked to sing, read, and carve things out of wood in her spare time. She knew how to fight, for her family. For the innocents. She loved mangoes and hugs, and seeing her children happy.

She loved her family. She loved.. Walton.

Those thoughts, the hope of seeing them again, seeing him- That should be enough.

She emerged through the trees, expecting to see a glittering jade temple like the one she remembers.. But instead, she saw broken wood and faded paint. A familiar warmth surrounded her as she continued to walk through the shrine. A warmth Iden always had.

..There's no way-! She rushed to the worn carvings at the foot of the mountain and stared. A feminine figure was depicted on the stone, a shining star glowing in the middle of their chest. Her eyes were open, tears flowing freely down her cheeks, as her body started to split from the waist down. Her legs weren't there, it seemed to spread into nothingness-

Into Void.

Nillyx stumbled back, gazing at the carving. She didn't know what to feel. The Void.. Iden. Vu Iden. Vuiden.

..her mom was with her, all along.

Turning from the carving, she'd sit down and sigh, hearing the woosh of wings fly above her. It was nice.. Maybe next time, she'd bring Psyche here. She missed her.

The raven-haired individual stood up with a sigh, before being suddenly engulfed in a warm hug.

"I- Wha-"

"It's you! I can't believe it's you, but she said you'll come and here you are! It's me, Cleo. You don't remember me, do you?"

The person pulled back, letting her breathe, and she caught sight of dirty blond hair.

. . .fuck.

How did she even get here? One moment she was at the shrine, the next was suddenly seated on a comfy chair in a throne room. Across her sat a man. A man with a shining gold halo, a man with emerald-tipped wings. He didn't really change much from last time-

Just much longer hair, the mask was worn, and he radiated with power. But besides that? He still had the same, flowy button-up, dusty green cloak with gold lining, shoulder belt bag, black leggings, and brown, lace-up boots.

"I know you aren't my Cleo, but you're still her, in a way. I'll still love you."

Those words caressed her in a way. A way she didn't like.

"..But you don't know me."

"Which is why I took you here, didn't I? I want to get to know you."

Nillyx rubbed her arms and sighed, looking around awkwardly. She didn't want to put him down by saying she has a partner, but she also didn't want to let him get far with his advances.

"..okay, but.. I'm not interested in you. Just to get that out of the way."

He sighed, clasping his hands together, resting his chin on the back of his hands.

"I understand. Don't worry, I can wait a little longer for your feelings."

"No, I-.. I have a partner already."

The god tensed, his head popping in front of her suddenly. It was a mere white ball with a golden, vertical '8D' carved on it. She yelped, backing up against the chair. She didn't like this. Not at all.

"Say w h a t now?"

Nillyx gulped.

"I h-have a partner already, 8D."

The floating head seemed to frown, staring into her head, trying to probe and search at her being to find the lies.

"..No problem. Human minds wear down and forget in a while."

"N-no, he's.. A Darkner. A puppet-additon."

His head would reappear on his body, and he'd scoff quietly.

"I see. That'll make it significantly harder.. No matter, I'm sure he can find another!"

Nillyx frowned at this. This.. Wasn't the 8D Specter told her about. The one Specter told her about was warm and kind, understanding and loving, protective and smart. This.. This wasn't him. Or maybe it was him, but worn by time.

"..I can't, 8D. I'm sorry."

She started to get up, when golden chains wrapped around her wrists, holding her tight.

"..I've waited this long for you, Nucleio. Please.. Wait for me, too."

Her heart started to pound, her mind going kilometers per second. She felt guilty, he didn't deserve to be left that harshly. But still, it was the way of life. He had to let go, some how, some way. She just hoped.. He wouldn't be too harsh. She tried to pull away as he walked closer, a green glow seeming to emanate from his figure.

"I-I'm not her. I'm not Nucleio."

He leaned closer to her, an almost manic grin on his features.

"Then let me know you."

..She didn't expect him to be so.. Straightforward. Pulling down her skirt, she'd fidget awkwardly as she was fussed over by wings and floating eyes, her ripped, black bodysuit replaced by a grey, ruffled top with dusty rose lining and pwoofy, shoulderless sleeves, a dusty rose and light grey layered skirt, with a same color belt to connect the two. Her purple pendant also changed, becoming a choker necklace with two extra chains looping around her shoulders.

It was nice, but.. She wasn't used to wearing a knee-length skirt. Just felt.. Off, to her. She wasn't used to having her scars on display..

"You look beautiful."

She flinched, feeling a wing caress her back.

"Calm down, it's just me. Do you like the new clothes?"

Nillyx took a breath, nodding shakily.

"Y-yes.. they're n-nice."

8D nodded in approval, sitting her down on the cushioned ground and shooed away the floating eyes.

"You realize you can call me 8D or Xavi, yes? Cleo always called me Xavi.. But you're not her. What's your name?"

She pursed her lips and thought of whether to be purely honest or just honest. She went with the safer option. If everything fell.. It's better for this.

"..Aden."

"Small fire. It fits you, love."

No. That's wrong. So wrong. She hated that.

"..Don't call me names like that, please."

"8D."

"Right, sorry."

Has it always been this.. Awkward? It seems that they both have truly changed with time. She remembered flashes of Specter's timeline, and how they'd seem to talk without end, the days always going by with him.

Somehow, he persuaded her to stay the night, and kept his barrage of questions through the morning. He always showered her with gifts, even when she didn't ask. She always was followed throughout the temple, either accompanied by him, or by one of his sentinels. It was clear, that the longer she stayed, the harder it'll be to escape.

Poor man was scared of losing her.

Like she was scared of losing her family. She had to make him understand that, at all costs.

"You said you liked carabao mangoes, so I got the best ones of the isles for you~!"

Nillyx groaned mentally. She loved them, sure, but she didn't want them right now. This spotlighting was too warm for her taste, and she wanted to get out. She couldn't even take a damned stroll to the lagoon without getting watched.

Walts.. He'd never.

She missed him with an ache she never knew she could feel for one. Sure, her family- She missed them, but she also missed him. She just wanted to run away, jump into a portal, land in his arms and hug him, tell him that she was so sorry for leaving them- And she'll try her best to never, ever leave them again. After that, she'd nuzzle him and then they'd probably simultaneously sob-

"Little flame?"

Nillyx blinked out of her trance, before accepting the large bowl of carabao mangoes from 8D's hand and moving on. She remembered when she first introduced it to Walts..

Heh, his eyes were almost pure white, due to his pupils enlarging. I've never seen them that big before- Well, unless you count those other times.

8D frowned as he saw his flame stare off into space. It seemed she did that a lot, like something- Or, the End forbid- Someone, was on her mind. It made him.. Mad. He got there first, Cleo- Aden, was his. Cleo promised. She told him she'll never leave him.

And yet.. Aden wasn't the Archmage. Surely she'd know where his real love is, right? She's bound to bring his Cleo up soon. He's.. missed her. Xavi knew that Aden wasn't his anymore. But still..

He can't let go.

He lost Cleo once. He can't lose Aden.

And no matter, as hard as she tried.. He'll keep her here, beside him. He'll find her, and bring her back. He's waited a few centuries. He isn't sure how much longer can he hold.

Sighing, he glanced at Aden blankly eating the mango, and wished for something more. Little did he know, so was she.

"Darling, talk to me."

Aden froze up at the nickname. She knew it, but it was foreign to her. Filthy and disgusting.

"..I said no nicknames."

The god would bow his head, placing his hand on his heart.

"My dearest apologies, Aden, but-"

"Can you let me go now. Please."

He froze up, slowly turning to look her in the eye.

"I'm afraid not, but I can su-"

"I have a family, Xavi. Please. I have daughters and sons. I have a partner."

". . .I can be your family. I can bring you more than you could have ever imagined. Please. Stay with me."

He'd go closer, reaching for her wrist, but she stepped away, eyes wide.

"N-no."

"Cleo- Please understand, I can't lose you. Not again."

"I've already lost you, 8D. I can't lose my family. I need to see them."

This statement made the god hiss, withdrawing.

"Am I not your family?"

"You were. To her. But she's dead. Archmage Nucleio Cytosienne is dead, Xavi."

He stopped trying to grab at her, freezing once more, before bursting out in laughter.

"HAHAHA- Oh, how funny can you be, Aden? You truly are a little flame in my life, heh..!"

Nillyx would stare him dead in the eye, backing away.

"I'm serious, Xavi. If only you could look."

That made something in his neck tick. She was giving him a challenge. One that wouldn't go unanswered. Something started to purr and growl inside of 8D, lazily scratching at his insides to be let free-

To teach h e r. A lesson.

Nillyx stepped back in fear at the unnatural glow behind the mask. She hasn't encountered this before.. But she thinks she might have angered a god. Shit.

"Run, little flame.. But you'll never. . . h I d e."

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Chapter 5 -

“Imbeciles.” He growled, hitting her across the cheek, and sending her to the floor. She gasped, putting a hand to her stinging cheek. The man standing before her leered, before walking away. “Let her example be a sign of what will happen to YOU if you were one inch short of perfection. Dismissed.” He declared, snapping his fingers. She scrambled to her feet, to walk with the other workers, when a rough, calloused hand grabbed her wrist, dragging her close. “As for you... I’m not done with you yet.” She kicked and screamed but to no avail. He was wearing her down, weighing her down, and the last thing she saw before blacking out was a silver-laced grin. Aden gasped awake, scratching at her arms and torso, where ghosts of hands handled her roughly. ..what was that? She looked at her clock. 2:46 A.M. She balled her hands into fists, forcing herself to stop scratching. Where was Fr- Oh, there he was. Her beloved strawberry cat plushie, Fraysier. She held the little deity in her arms, careful not to squeeze him too hard. He was always so comforting. She hoped to free him one day. Getting up out of bed, she opened the glass doors leading to her balcony and stepped out into the chilly January night. Resting on the metal frame of the fence, she stared at the city below her. ..what was the reason for her existence? Why was she brought here? How long will this go on? She felt like nothing changed in the eight years she’s lived in Tivers- In Chandler City. Sure, people came and went, trends grew in and out of style, and her kids grew ever older. But.. She never really changed. Never truly improved from the woman she was back on the isles. That fact bit at her insides, making her shiver. She can’t sleep now, can she? Oh, well. Best be productive, right? She went in, closed the doors to the balcony, and made her way to her office. No sleep for her tonight, it seemed. Again.

Quentin took a deep huff of his cigar, putting his feet up on his gilded walnut table. His robotic prosthetic ran absentmindedly through his curly, chocolate hair, taking care to avoid the moth clip adorning it. He was bored. Didn’t fuckin’ ask to babysit his uncle’s strip club. Hellfire. Sister companies with the restobar/nightclub down the road, the Ashen Sunset. Quentin didn’t give a shit, though. He groaned, muttering about how he could be doing much more important matters if that traitor didn't steal the mouseling from under his nose. He swore he’ll find that bitch, and tear them apart. Taking his feet off of the table, he groaned, pacing around. What to do, what to-.. The moth clip suddenly glowed, spraying a little whiff of a sickly sweet scent-.. Dragonfruit? It wafted around the air, and Quentin caught it quickly. Standing up straight, he’d gently tap his moth clip. In front of him, a neon purplish light shined, weaving around the air, creating an intricate design of what seemed to be wings. The wings slowly unfurled, making a portal. Quentin grinned, hastily scribbling a note to his uncle about his disappearance. After all, he would understand. When the great moth calls, you must answer, right? He jumped through the portal, feeling the familiar sensation of wind-.. And that slight burning, like the winter winds whipping at your face. Acid. That’s how they travel around and to him. Where raindrow is, that’s where they can go with the aid of the great moth. Big T. Torah Bellerose, god of corruption, devil of greed- Past demi-god of Karma and Fortune. His boss. Landing softly on the gravel, he stared up at the large, imposing tower that stood before him. Most knew it as the casino, but to those who walk with Bellerose… They know what lies inside. Glancing up at the stone archway protruding out of the glass-covered tower, he looked at the neon purple sign above the archway which read ‘Demi’s Luck.’ Pretty damn ironic, considering who runs it. He appreciated the smooth transition from stone to glass. Pretty fuckin’ clever, the design. Walking into the establishment, he greeted the door people and took a breath, basking in the purple light. He could smell smoke of different kinds, the faint scent of certain liquids, and that sweet scent. It was strongest-... There. He maneuvered through the crowds, passing the card-game tables, the games built to rid ya of G, the cafe and bar, walking through the ballroom and up the grand staircase, leading to his boss’s office. Knocking three times on the door, Quentin fiddled awkwardly with his hair. He didn’t usually take this long to reply…

“Come in.” A gruff voice with a slightly robotic quality answered, and Quentin relaxed, pushing the door open. The office was a bright contrast to the casino. Instead of being bathed in purple light, it’s a gentle yellow instead. The floors were of grey marble tile, and overall it looked more modern and futuristic of a sort. Bookshelves lined the walls, full of ancient history and notes of something. A tall, imposing shadow loomed over a desk, dual-colored wings folded neatly on his back, large, fluffy antennae twitching agitatedly. “Good. You’re here.” The figure turned, revealing a uniquely fashionable fellow. Chocolate skin, lush, wavy black hair cascading over his shoulders- And the clothes? A beautiful white button-up with a yellow, purple, and black splattered boa, his pants black palazzos, fading to white at the feet- And white, high-heeled ankle boots. Besides the wings, other unique features include a gas-like mask, except that the canisters are filled with a bright, colorful acid, swirling around. A purple, pupilless eye stared down coldly at him, a bright sheen seeming to emanate from it, dragging Quentin in further. To o b e y. Blinking out of the trance, he saw Torah step aside, and gesture to a holographic screen. Taking this sign to step forward, he took a closer look at what was happening. He saw a humanoid drone, with peachy, yellowish skin and wavy black hair, a bang swooped to the side, hiding an eye. He had white oval glasses and a l o n g snoot. An Addi. Spamton variant, actually. That white streak told him all he needed to know. Besides the faded, dual-colored suit and white, wide-legged pants. But that shell seemed a bit too soft-.. Like a puppet.

He seemed to be getting ticked off by a customer in front of him, yapping on about something. Torah slammed a hand on the table, a soft growl escaping him. Seems like he didn’t like the Addi on the screen. “Quentin. I have a job for you. You see this puppet, yes?” “Yes, sir. Do you want me to-” The moth waved his hand dismissively, shaking his head.

“No, I don’t want you to exterminate him. I want you to go cause him pain in any and every way. Do whatever. Just cause him pain. Slow and sweet. Make him regret crossing me. The Great Moth.” Upon saying this, he placed his other hand on the table, leaning close to the hologram. Anger sparked in his eyes, and he gripped a fist, making Quentin step back subconsciously. He did not want to anger Bellerose. Oh, the stories told about who has angered the moth.. Quentin could go on about the blood-chilling tales for ages. But he had a job to do. Nodding at Bellerose, he’d take the file on the table and take his leave, exiting the casino. Finally, a job. Aleena curled around a ragged blanket, shifting in her makeshift bed in the fire exit of a penthouse. She spent the whole night maneuvering up, up, up the building, checking for places to sleep. Her magic wasn’t that strong, being a mere halfling- But 8 years of being alone honed her skill well. It just exhausted her. ..At least the skel she bumped into was kind enough to hand her some food. They were about roughly five feet, with bright amethyst eyelights, and a golden circlet. A plain, loose, dark purple blouse clothed his figure and black bellbottoms for his legs. Black flat ankle boots tapped nervously on the asphalt as they shared a quick chat. He wasn’t much, but he was nice. Aleena appreciated people like those. The world needed more kind souls. Groaning, she’d adjust her body again, before wiggling around. ..The fuck was prodding her- Rolling here and there, she’d maneuver her body around in the small space, trying to make her sleeping spot more comfortable. She’d pull out a rusty gun prototype out of the rags and shudder, tossing it at the trapdoor. It made a faint ‘clunk’ and Aleena winced, hiding under the mossy-colored blanket. She remembered hearing voices outside earlier.

The door swung open slightly, just a crack, letting warm orange-ish light stream through. Blinking as her eyes adjusted, she squinted, observing her surroundings. It was a nice room, with a medium-sized bed, peach covers making it look warm and inviting. A white sideboard drawer stood beside it, hosting a lamp and a few folders. But what she saw on the bed was more intriguing than the background. She saw a woman in her mid-late 20’s, cradling someone, singing softly to them. Her voice was quiet yet strong, reaching even to her ears. It was in a language she didn’t understand, yet it was familiar. Then, another voice joined along in the singing, and the two dueted in harmony. Utter music to Aleena. They stayed like that for a while, before the woman stood up, and left, bidding the other farewell. This was when they turned around, and caught eyes with Aleena, which made her swiftly close the door and turn around, burrowing under the thin blanket once more. The metal door rattled, and Aleena stayed stock still. Warm light bathed the cool fire exit, and a groggy voice mumbled. So.. Close. Shit. It caught on the blanket, and it tugged, slowly revealing a shell-shocked Aleena. Aleena, slowly turning to find the culprit and found no other, but the girl she followed(but lost), a few days ago, clad in a baggy hoodie and fuzzy slippers, her bi-colored hair running aloof and all over the place. She merely blinked at Aleena, before smiling warmly. Blue and green orbs sparked with interest, seeming to bore into Aleena and try and tug the past out and away. That feeling was odd. Like she was being scanned. ..This interested her. What exactly was this kid about? What could she be hiding? It was just itching at her, bugging her to go and get the information to carefully dissect it all. “...You’re pretty badass, miss.” Those were the first words that made her genuinely laugh in a long time. Her laughing made the other girl laugh as well, and soon, we had two gals snorting about nothing like sisters. The shorter, still chuckling, calmed down fairly easily and once again made eye contact with the hybrid skel. “My name’s Psyche. Psyche Olonor Vuidenne. And you?” No harm in trying. As long as she can crash rent-free, yeah? “The name’s Aleena. No last name.” Psyche nodded, her curls bouncing with her excited movements. “Well, Aleena, welcome to the fam. Not officially, of course. I’ll sneak you food and everything and you can live in secret cause I’m not sure if Iolus will allow it- And I can bring you better stuffing if you DO plan to stay in this neat little cache over here- Ooh, and then..”

Psyche tugged Aleena out of her hiding spot, plopping the latter on the lush, carpeted floor, as she rambled on and on. The walls were plastered with stickers, papers, and knicknacks, the shelves overflowing with stuff. It was beautifully messy and it reminded the elder of times gone past. Laying down on the floor, Aleena sighed, closing her eyes, letting the lull of the preteen’s ranting sweep her away into much-needed rest. Meanwhile, in a dark and wet basement-.. There was a poor guy strapped to a chair. He was unconsious, with a trail of blood rolling down the side of his head. Slowly shaking himself awake, he looked around, blearily trying to focus on his surroundings. Upon figuring out he couldn’t move, he panicked, moving more and causing a whole lot of ruckus, yelling for help.

“Tsk. Pathetic.”

A soft and silky voice echoed through the basement, the source close behind him. Straining to see who it was, he felt a small prickle on the back of his neck. He stiffened, and watched, as a slim figure circled his chair and come into sight. What he saw was surprising. A stunning woman, clad in a black bodysuit, approached him with ice blue eyes.

“Don’t try and struggle. He’ll be here soon, and I want you fresh and ripe for the picking. Obey me, and maybe I can guarantee your safe release.”

She leaned close to him, purring the last word, letting her wavy, red locks tumble over her shoulders. The chained man stiffened, glancing around anxiously.

“..y-you won’t hurt me.. Right?”

She grinned, shrugging, grabbing a blade that has a foxglove imprinted on it.

“No promises.”

Feet lightly tapped on the wet cement, as a figure ran, hopping across rooftops, eluding cameras and watchful eyes of the Starflame. He couldn’t afford it, getting caught now, getting caught again. He was lucky enough last time that the little stick figure- Nia, was it-? That it helped him. Now, no one would.

Cause he was late for an appointment.

Skidding across a sloped roof of a building, Knife swore softly as an edge caught on his jacket.

“Shit, I just bought that. Was quality too..”

He carefully removed the jacket from the protruding edge, and continued running, his target-shaped SOUL shining dully in the rainy night. He kept on his way, turning right and left, zigzagging all over the place.

He passed a confectionery with a pancake lollipop sign on it, a mall, the prestigious Tivers Academy, and an apartment building. He swore he saw someone standing at the penthouse balcony, but he was too busy to really care. Hopping down on the gravel, he turned to an alleyway, slowing down. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. Knife groaned, checking the caller ID. On the screen shone a lazy doodle of a grumpy black octopus, with the name set as ‘Boss Octopussy.’ Knife snorted at this, picking up.

“Heya, Boss. Whaddya need from me?”

Shade growled into the mic, slamming his hand on the table.

“Get your ass back here now. Client did a rain check- We lost them to some company called Foxglove.”

Knife blinked at this. It was rare that there was a new company to rival theirs, and one to attract Shade’s attention. Surely they must have good stuff.

“Alright, whateva you say, Boss.”

“But since you’re out, I need you to keep on looking around. Not for places, but for anything new. I’ve been picking up reports that there’s things changing around here. Look for said things and report back to me immediately once you’ve got them. There might be some ethereal bull we can take hold of.”

Knife rolled his barely-visible eyelights, sighing. He didn’t wanna be here now, that he had no one to play with. He just wanted to be at home, arguing with Ash over useless shit, or talking with Axe. Maybe pound nice and hard into a slick-

“Killian. Are you there?”

Knife snarled at the use of his real name.

“Never left, you old man.”

“...Whatever. Are you going, or not?”

“Fiiiine… But you better be paying me something,” he purred into the phone with a smirk. Shade groaned, rubbing his nose bridge and nodded.

“Fine. But you better not be gambling it all away again.”

“Deal.”

And with that, Knife turned, setting off into the night once more. Maybe he’d go and check out the penthouse.

#inspired #oc #oc stuff #original story #drmv #original au #self indulgent #utdr au #utmv #original character #The Intertwining #Weya Allix #Omnis Prime IV #ogau #references to torture

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