What is the price we pay for the crimes of others?
No one really knows anymore...All that matters is searching for the goal we all set for ourselves.
The fall of Nightsky city, was just the start of the horrid adventure that stood before the male, so much had happened in the course of those few years. So much pain, so much faith lost, such sorrow lost within the mind of one.
No one could really tell how much time passed, in the youth’s mind. How many questions were asked, how many times he yelled at his inner self to move forward, and push through the groggy sea that he had sunk down inside of.
Captured, at the awakening of the one known as The Reaper, he was interrogated. His skin, cut down, a couple of his organs damaged, bone shattered, all to get information of the one he carried the blood of. However, even as The Goddess’s guard continued to torture him, he never broke...In hindsight, he kinda of wished he did, for what came afterwards.
Once the son of the Devil helped him escape the Inquisitor, only to be recaptured....By the Reaper this time....
The price of being saved....
Part of his soul stolen...
Haunting memories...
Insomnia...
Panting, the amethyst hues glared across the small room at the man who grinned from cheek to cheek, this man said he had information that he wanted to find ‘her’. Spitting a wad of blood onto the ground, a bit of the white ash and amethyst locks drifted into his face, kissing against the sand toned skin, the lower half mask, still covering up to his nose, as he took in a deep breath.
“So...Young Nightsky, this information I have isn’t what you wanted...However, it lured you out, as your father wished...” The shadowed figure spoke out, his tongue coiling against the blade of a dagger. “No music box for you at all, you can’t win this..So just give in aye?” Once again the voice called out, followed by a small chuckle.
A sigh passed the youth’s lips, before he forced himself forward, feeling the bindings around his wrists, loosen a bit. This was what he was wanting, this man had information on ‘her’ he knew it, if they were hunting her...That meant they had a clue of where she had ran off to this time. “Sorry mate....” His words careful at first, the amethyst hues drifting up words, a smirk curling against the fabric of the mask, before his body spun, kicking upwards towards the man. Only to knock the shadowed figure down the ground. One hand moved over the other’s wrists, as he begun to rub at it. Scars showed, where manacles had been left on him for a while, where he had dug the metal into his skin, trying to escape.
Shifting the eyes upward, the man begun to show panic, as he squirmed beneath the foot of the male. “Hey, hey! I I’ll give you whatever information you want! But, that won’t save the one you seek boyo...She’s as good as gone, once the Master finds her...He’ll make her into a beast...Turn her into one of those disformed creatures he creates...It’ll be beautiful...” He spoke grinning, trying to hit the sore spots of the boy that had him pinned. Remembering that from the data that was given to him, the boy would think before acting.
Amethyst orbs shifted down to the man once again. Not a word escaped, as a small laugh passed his lips. A hand moving to his face, his digits pressing against his forehead and temple, now his laughter boomed into the dark room. Now his head lowered, as the chuckling began to die down. Was this guy serious? Did he not know the other target? Was his father’s men, truly this stupid? “Oi...” He spoke out, as he lowered himself, a single digit, moving towards the man, before gathering what he needed, the location of the files. “...First off, I don’t think you meesy little pups, can even land a finger on her...Second off..” This time, anger flared in his voice tone, his hand clenching into a fist. A dark green presences of aura starting to infuse around his skin, his arm raising, the dead lock amethyst hues glaring at the man below. “I would not allow some gallowed insect to touch her in anyway...Even if it was my father...You scum.” His voice spoke in a whisper, before his fist slammed down against the man’s head, surely crushing it, after the first hit...However he didn’t stop, until his body was covered in the other’s blood.
Standing up, he shook his arm a bot, flexing his hand out a bit. “Fucking..Idiots threatening....Her..” He muttered beneath his breath. His eyes shifted around, before he quickly made his way towards the station the hunter had created in the back of the room. Grabbing the files, his body faded off to another place now.
Many refugees, made their way to this city..Once called the Cost of Remorse, it harbored the home of a lot of the Night race’s people, after Seph’s strike and rampage against the city. Well, those who survived the onslaught, and wasn’t of the Goddess’s order. A bilgewater town, filled with thieves, pirates, bounty hunters, mercenaries, that type of place. It seemed, like the best place to lay low for the longest time. In a way, one could say it resembled the town that The Underground was based in, only added with a port side, and a sea traveling out across the view. Coin was accepted everywhere in this shallow town, it was how you made your way across anything here, and not a care in the world, was given how you obtained it.
On the corner of the main street, an apartment sat above one of the taverns, it’s windows, looking out to the port, as well the gallows. Within the home, it would look as though it had cost a lot of coin to obtain, looking as though it was modern, and not like the rest of the town. The sound of water being ran sung out across the small apartment, as Shade stood within the shower, his head looking up at the Shower head, letting the water wash against his face and hair, cleaning the blood off of him. The amethyst hues watching the beads of water being fired down onto him, as a sigh passed his lips. This was becoming rather tedious, this search..This hunt as some would call it. His heart burned...Wanting to see the one that could bring him peace, ever since he had escaped from Seph’s grasps, all he had done was search for her.
The once slender form, that some would say would make Shade a perfect assassin, in which he was trained form. Now, his form had a bit more of an athletic tone to it, scars showed across his upper body, from where he had been almost flayed, stabbed, and other various torture techniques, to get him to speak. Stepping out of the shower, he began to dry himself off, before pulling a pair of black dress pants over his lower form. The towel now rested around his neck, as the shoulder length amethyst hair, mixed wtih the white ash highlights fell against his sand toned skin. A long scar across the bridge of his nose now showing, without the mask hiding it. Shade’s form had changed in the years that had past. Almost to the point, it’d be hard to notice him, unless you knew him on a personal level. This was all to hide, and bolster himself up against his father if the time came. Making his way across the living room, he’d enter his kitchen, before grabbing a bottle of the homemade grog folks had crafted around here. Reaching for a small scotch glass, he’d throw a couple pieces of ice within the container, before returning to the couch in the living room. Pouring the drink, the amethyst orbs drifted down to the table. The glass moved up to his lips, as he relaxed back against the couch, his leg propping up against the other. Every file, of events that was classified, as “RAPTURE” sat out before him. Some of them, seemed too fucking stupid to place under the girl, however there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that she would do something like that.
The hunters, had trouble finding her...He was having trouble finding her. Another sip of the alcohol, was passed down his throat, his eyes still studying over the pictures, of the detailed work, that the Goddess’s Order and Seph had done for tracking her down.
They say obsession, is an unhealthy habit...That it can lead one to the their own ruin...For Shade, it was something he must endured, and fight against, no matter how much it hurt him, how much it shattered him. Bringing the cold rim of the glass up to his lips, he took a small drink, his eyes closing, as he sighed a bit. A soft hum passing his lips, the same tone of the song that escaped from the music box, she had stolen from him a memory, that lead him to a place of finally being accepted, of being wanted. His eyes stared down at the picture of Rapture, it was old..It had to of been taken before the time they had last met, a small smile passing his lips as he held his glass up, taking another drink from it, before the humming continued on.
The purpose of humming..Would be to ease his mind, to keep the insanity that the insomnia had brought on him, it helped him keep his mind straight, and from straying off to a panic state, as well, it was to call to her. Picking up one of the papers, he leaned back, his eyes reading over it, as his arm moved to rest on the back of the couch. “Where are you...You annoying bratty child?...I miss you...” Mumbling to his self, he sighed once more. The song continuing, as his eyes studied every single bit of detail that was given, that he had stolen, that he had bought, everything for the purpose, to find the one he adored, the one he leaned on, the one he was wanting to protect...
Even if it meant saving her from the truth...
No one really knows anymore...All that matters is searching for the goal we all set for ourselves.
The fall of Nightsky city, was just the start of the horrid adventure that stood before the male, so much had happened in the course of those few years. So much pain, so much faith lost, such sorrow lost within the mind of one.
No one could really tell how much time passed, in the youth’s mind. How many questions were asked, how many times he yelled at his inner self to move forward, and push through the groggy sea that he had sunk down inside of.
Captured, at the awakening of the one known as The Reaper, he was interrogated. His skin, cut down, a couple of his organs damaged, bone shattered, all to get information of the one he carried the blood of. However, even as The Goddess’s guard continued to torture him, he never broke...In hindsight, he kinda of wished he did, for what came afterwards.
Once the son of the Devil helped him escape the Inquisitor, only to be recaptured....By the Reaper this time....
The price of being saved....
Part of his soul stolen...
Haunting memories...
Insomnia...
Panting, the amethyst hues glared across the small room at the man who grinned from cheek to cheek, this man said he had information that he wanted to find ‘her’. Spitting a wad of blood onto the ground, a bit of the white ash and amethyst locks drifted into his face, kissing against the sand toned skin, the lower half mask, still covering up to his nose, as he took in a deep breath.
“So...Young Nightsky, this information I have isn’t what you wanted...However, it lured you out, as your father wished...” The shadowed figure spoke out, his tongue coiling against the blade of a dagger. “No music box for you at all, you can’t win this..So just give in aye?” Once again the voice called out, followed by a small chuckle.
A sigh passed the youth’s lips, before he forced himself forward, feeling the bindings around his wrists, loosen a bit. This was what he was wanting, this man had information on ‘her’ he knew it, if they were hunting her...That meant they had a clue of where she had ran off to this time. “Sorry mate....” His words careful at first, the amethyst hues drifting up words, a smirk curling against the fabric of the mask, before his body spun, kicking upwards towards the man. Only to knock the shadowed figure down the ground. One hand moved over the other’s wrists, as he begun to rub at it. Scars showed, where manacles had been left on him for a while, where he had dug the metal into his skin, trying to escape.
Shifting the eyes upward, the man begun to show panic, as he squirmed beneath the foot of the male. “Hey, hey! I I’ll give you whatever information you want! But, that won’t save the one you seek boyo...She’s as good as gone, once the Master finds her...He’ll make her into a beast...Turn her into one of those disformed creatures he creates...It’ll be beautiful...” He spoke grinning, trying to hit the sore spots of the boy that had him pinned. Remembering that from the data that was given to him, the boy would think before acting.
Amethyst orbs shifted down to the man once again. Not a word escaped, as a small laugh passed his lips. A hand moving to his face, his digits pressing against his forehead and temple, now his laughter boomed into the dark room. Now his head lowered, as the chuckling began to die down. Was this guy serious? Did he not know the other target? Was his father’s men, truly this stupid? “Oi...” He spoke out, as he lowered himself, a single digit, moving towards the man, before gathering what he needed, the location of the files. “...First off, I don’t think you meesy little pups, can even land a finger on her...Second off..” This time, anger flared in his voice tone, his hand clenching into a fist. A dark green presences of aura starting to infuse around his skin, his arm raising, the dead lock amethyst hues glaring at the man below. “I would not allow some gallowed insect to touch her in anyway...Even if it was my father...You scum.” His voice spoke in a whisper, before his fist slammed down against the man’s head, surely crushing it, after the first hit...However he didn’t stop, until his body was covered in the other’s blood.
Standing up, he shook his arm a bot, flexing his hand out a bit. “Fucking..Idiots threatening....Her..” He muttered beneath his breath. His eyes shifted around, before he quickly made his way towards the station the hunter had created in the back of the room. Grabbing the files, his body faded off to another place now.
Many refugees, made their way to this city..Once called the Cost of Remorse, it harbored the home of a lot of the Night race’s people, after Seph’s strike and rampage against the city. Well, those who survived the onslaught, and wasn’t of the Goddess’s order. A bilgewater town, filled with thieves, pirates, bounty hunters, mercenaries, that type of place. It seemed, like the best place to lay low for the longest time. In a way, one could say it resembled the town that The Underground was based in, only added with a port side, and a sea traveling out across the view. Coin was accepted everywhere in this shallow town, it was how you made your way across anything here, and not a care in the world, was given how you obtained it.
On the corner of the main street, an apartment sat above one of the taverns, it’s windows, looking out to the port, as well the gallows. Within the home, it would look as though it had cost a lot of coin to obtain, looking as though it was modern, and not like the rest of the town. The sound of water being ran sung out across the small apartment, as Shade stood within the shower, his head looking up at the Shower head, letting the water wash against his face and hair, cleaning the blood off of him. The amethyst hues watching the beads of water being fired down onto him, as a sigh passed his lips. This was becoming rather tedious, this search..This hunt as some would call it. His heart burned...Wanting to see the one that could bring him peace, ever since he had escaped from Seph’s grasps, all he had done was search for her.
The once slender form, that some would say would make Shade a perfect assassin, in which he was trained form. Now, his form had a bit more of an athletic tone to it, scars showed across his upper body, from where he had been almost flayed, stabbed, and other various torture techniques, to get him to speak. Stepping out of the shower, he began to dry himself off, before pulling a pair of black dress pants over his lower form. The towel now rested around his neck, as the shoulder length amethyst hair, mixed wtih the white ash highlights fell against his sand toned skin. A long scar across the bridge of his nose now showing, without the mask hiding it. Shade’s form had changed in the years that had past. Almost to the point, it’d be hard to notice him, unless you knew him on a personal level. This was all to hide, and bolster himself up against his father if the time came. Making his way across the living room, he’d enter his kitchen, before grabbing a bottle of the homemade grog folks had crafted around here. Reaching for a small scotch glass, he’d throw a couple pieces of ice within the container, before returning to the couch in the living room. Pouring the drink, the amethyst orbs drifted down to the table. The glass moved up to his lips, as he relaxed back against the couch, his leg propping up against the other. Every file, of events that was classified, as “RAPTURE” sat out before him. Some of them, seemed too fucking stupid to place under the girl, however there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that she would do something like that.
The hunters, had trouble finding her...He was having trouble finding her. Another sip of the alcohol, was passed down his throat, his eyes still studying over the pictures, of the detailed work, that the Goddess’s Order and Seph had done for tracking her down.
They say obsession, is an unhealthy habit...That it can lead one to the their own ruin...For Shade, it was something he must endured, and fight against, no matter how much it hurt him, how much it shattered him. Bringing the cold rim of the glass up to his lips, he took a small drink, his eyes closing, as he sighed a bit. A soft hum passing his lips, the same tone of the song that escaped from the music box, she had stolen from him a memory, that lead him to a place of finally being accepted, of being wanted. His eyes stared down at the picture of Rapture, it was old..It had to of been taken before the time they had last met, a small smile passing his lips as he held his glass up, taking another drink from it, before the humming continued on.
The purpose of humming..Would be to ease his mind, to keep the insanity that the insomnia had brought on him, it helped him keep his mind straight, and from straying off to a panic state, as well, it was to call to her. Picking up one of the papers, he leaned back, his eyes reading over it, as his arm moved to rest on the back of the couch. “Where are you...You annoying bratty child?...I miss you...” Mumbling to his self, he sighed once more. The song continuing, as his eyes studied every single bit of detail that was given, that he had stolen, that he had bought, everything for the purpose, to find the one he adored, the one he leaned on, the one he was wanting to protect...
Even if it meant saving her from the truth...
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