black eyes not because of their natural dark brown color, but rather the vision of an army of shadows advancing in the darkness. In a space where the light did not fit. The only color that was not black was the sirens above.
"Where are they coming from?" said the young man with black hair, which had small curls at the ends.
Darkness embraced and caressed the face of the young woman with long blond hair. When the darkness met her blue eyes, it was dispelled. Her heavy attacks against the shadows before her crushed them.
—Let's get out of here before more of these things appear, we need to Escape Fast.
With her firm but still delicate hands, with her green-toned nails, she touched the hand of the young man, who had his steps led by her forward, the exit between the darkness in front of them, the same one who was stopped by the shadows, continues walking with the squeeze of the young woman's hand.
The young man, as he walks through the infinite corridors, lets his consciousness wander through his memories, trying to find the door that led to the first encounter with the curious young lady who held and always guided him towards something better.
While reality took a calm course, his steps retraced their steps to his old school. His classmates, the girls who talked nonstop, and the girl he liked. There, he could learn new things, where he could escape the labyrinth that was his past. An amorphous mass of mixed feelings, good and bad, when the students started messing around in the classroom, he fell into deep dreams.
There he found a girl, just like him, with black hair with curled ends, and the smile he had lost.
"I'm gone, brother! But I still live inside you; we are one. So get out of here; it's the only place I can see you without making you feel bad. Only come here when you need to. Don't focus on me, but on the young woman, the young woman who holds your hand tightly; don't miss the few smiles she gives."
The heavy sounds increasingly covered the sharp steps that the young people took as they looked for a way out, the sound of a crowd began inside him, there was a bass, the sound of a deep female voice.
"Don't run away from me! Go back to your rooms, don't make me work overtime. If you're bad, I'll have to use my memory, I don't think you want that!"
The blue-eyed young woman casts her gaze into the darkness, trying to find the feminine voice that confronts her. She runs toward the darkness, striking a blow where light gives sight to the commander of the monsters, the shadows that made her angry.
— What are you doing, Shizuko? The exit is right there.
The young woman delivered an even stronger blow, the darkness that surrounded her concentrated on the body of the woman in front of her, who threw Shizuko back with force.
— I really didn't want to, but what can I do! King And Queen\ Dual Memory! Henshin!
On his body, the mixture of currents and roots came together, reaching his belt, which in its center was shaped like a pomegranate. The upper part of his body, the mixture of seeds and pieces of bones in an organic way.
The shadows that bound Shizuko's body became part of the woman's body. She calls herself the queen of these very shadows, giving them orders, transforming them into objects: a large black spear with floral details, high-toed boots, and heavy gloves.
— I wonder if you've ever smelled the scent of a bouquet picked by hand by the sun that descended into the underworld and reached Olympus! If not, you will smell it now!
"Shizuko! Let's run fast before we get screwed! Damn, last time I had to stay in that shameful form for much longer than I wanted!"
— THAT'S IT! The Queen of the Underworld is weak, she's just the priestess of the King of the Underworld. I'm a carrier and you're my priest... My, come on mamoru, Love And Mind\Dual Memory! Henshin!
Mamoru's eyes, with all his anger, but the acceptance within him, without saying anything, let himself be carried away.
— She's calling me, my beloved Takagi Shizuko. Brother, stay here. See how love makes snake eggs hatch..
Her long black hair and purple eyes radiate the love she feels for the person beside her. Her body slowly merges with the girl's, with blue eyes that turn green like a snake's. Her face is covered by a helmet, her nails green, and her hands, veins protrude, creating a serpent that slithers rapidly, forming a belt around an infinite snake. Her entire body is covered in armor.
With a heavy gait, he runs toward the black spear wielder, a kick that lifts her off the ground and lands squarely on the queen of the underworld's face. She counters, forcing her legs and advancing, raising her arm for a spear thrust, which misses. Wings emerge from the back of his serpent armor, his belt glows, beginning to move, and a staff appears in his hand, its subtle details making it dazzling.
"What weak spells can do to the Underworld King's guard? This sounds like a joke! Go back to your room, children, before I have to fight for real."
"What can a queen do without her crown and king? You are but a priestess without your Bearer, an incomplete being, and because of that, I will defeat you!"
The serpent becomes infinity, the staff changes, as the young woman ducks and begins to run behind the queen, then a claw appears in place of the staff and the final blow is initiated.