Walking down dark streets, the flickering lights made the atmosphere stiff and uneasy. Night walked fast, his face emotionless like his silver hair. His silvery eyes held no belief in reality. It was like the world had stripped the colour of emotions from his very being. He suddenly stopped as a sentence formed in his head.
"He doesn't have have much time left, at this point even an elixir won't change anything"
Why did i have to hear that. It wasn't fair he was alone, now he didn't have enough time to be alone. He didn't feel any emotions, it was because his emotions died long before he understood them.
He continued walking untill the dark streets slowly thinned leading into a ruined wasteland. The destroyed part that was never tried to be rebuilt
Searching through the rubble, he finally found a tombstone. Covered in sand and dust, a single name was engraved on it.
"Asuna".
He didn't cry, he just sat beside it and spoke:
"Nothing really is fair in this world, you died, i lived . And yet my borrowed time is almost over. I don't know what am feeling, sorrow, anger or maybe i even happy that i could escape from this all. Its just that, everything feels like a dream no the nightmare that never ended that day".
When he stopped talking the silence grower until...
Dust rose in a distance, from that something crawled out. A pristine white lion, with a bulky build, its mouth and claws were covered in dried flesh and blood. Its tail and eyes clearly distinguished it from a normal animal. That was because it wasn't an animal. It was...
''A stray spawn".
It lunged straight at him, night moved back just it time. The force wave caused by its landing sent night to the ground. Still he was not fazed at all. Maybe it was the benefits of being emotionless. But there was a sense of urgency growing in that situation. He whispered beneath his breath
"Should i run and let her tombstone be destroyed or should i stay and die".
The beast got faster, each time it moved, night was put in a more and more dangerous situation. He could move freely because nothing was holding him back. But beneath his chest, something was slowly rising.
"Desperation, fear and anger".
Maybe it was just a feeling but something definitely changed, he felt cold and afraid, his body began to stiffen. He was actually scared and angry. To him, this was the world's way to get rid of him. But that realization sent pain surging into his body. The lion slashed his chest with its claw. Sending him flying into a bunch of rubbles. The pain was there
He was ready to give up.
"Maybe this is really the end"
" What was there to really live for, the pain of loss, the feeling of emptiness or maybe the overwhelming feeling of unfairness". " Deep down i knew that i really wanted to live, for something, for someone and myself".
A surge of determination filled up my chest, i would find a way to live. He grabbed a rusted iron rod and swung at straight at it . Blood splashed through the air. Night's side was brutally cut by the lion's tail. Blood surged as the tail pierced deeper. That was something he overlooked now he was gonna die without doing anything. His vision blurred out, he lost more blood than he could handle. Before his vision went out, he felt sharp fangs piercing into his skin along with ranging winds crashed into him. When he could finally see, he was in the mouth of the beast
And was brought to a cliff which led to the one place he thought he would never see, the abyss.
My pain surged as he was flung onto a rock. The darkness around him seemed more scarier than the beast itself. He could barely keep focus, the pain was overwhelming. He grabbed what seemed to be bone shard and ran towards the beast, it tried to use its tail but that wouldn't work again, he grabbed it and jumped into its back. Stabbing with all the might in his body. He felt the beast struggle. It bit him and threw him into the abyss. Night held onto the cliff, his blood dripping into it. Not even a sound was made. His grip loosened and at that moment a voice echoed in his ear.
[do you wish to survive]
The voice was Calm and warm, it felt familiar like the voice of someone he cherished but had forgotten.
"What!?"
"Who no what are you"
There was no response to his question, just another sentence.
[You have been chosen]
A dark key surged out of the darkness. Everything stilled except for him, he pulled himself up. The key turned into a gate , and night whispered .
" aTrial key"
Everything resumed, the beast lunged at him again and again, but this time it seemed frightened. This time he lost an arm. He was sure he was gonna die. The only way out was the trial key and he had grudge that would never cease. He hated it that damned being.
"The hex".
It took everything away, nothing in him could trust it, not even a little.
The pain continued to the beast it self stopped, by then everything felt numb. He was practically dead now. Then a count down appeared.
[10]
[9]
.
.
.
.
What's this, a countdown to my death. The beast stared at him as if it was expecting me to stand and fight. But he was barely clinging to life. The voice echoed at the end of the countdown.
[A choice as not been made]
[Seeker is on the brink of death]
[The best choice as been chosen]
The gate opened and then,
My body began to fade into dust flowing into it. I tried everything i could to stop it but it was useless, it was to late. Right before my eyes closed, i said:
"Don't worry, i promise to be one to end you".
And with that, he was pulled into the hell of a trial he never wished to take...
Into hell.