“Fucking hell—” Saraline growled as she was trudging through a desert alongside Dara and Psylaiso— the wind snapping at her— the fog coincided with the dark night sky as the moon giggled, jovial, as nature attempted to force the trio backwards— however, they resisted and attempted to go to their destination, the Kingdom of Medea— or cave.
“I see a town in the distance.” Psylaiso’s eyes widened— the clear reflection peered through the mist as a delicate small town was in the distance— close. Houses arranged in a mismanaged form as the lights were off— nobody was present at all, however graffiti and Mold damaged the walls— purposefully.
“Do we go into the ghost town?” Dara shrieked before slapping her face, “No— We can do this, no time to be worried.”“It’s late— going through hell at nighttime will keep us fatigued— we won’t even be able to articulate for when we get there.” Saraline punched her palm, “We’ll check purgatory out— remember… code names.”
The three ran— their stamina rejuvenated as they darted for the deserted village.
Saraline touched onto the ground— the sand dissipated only revealing dense concrete, forgotten and damaged. Psylaiso followed then Dara as the three walked through.
The ‘entrance’ they came through allowed them to see a narrow walkway— it was probably the only entrance possible, beside them on each side were tall, palm trees swaying on each side, alongside— barricaded buildings, however the cardboard was falling— piece by piece they dropped like snowflakes— hale in the wind, floating and smashing against the concrete.
It budged of course.
As the three walked into the belly further— a three-way path opened up; left, right and the middle paths diverged into other walkways— as if it was a labyrinth or maze.
“Everyone— this way.” Saraline snapped her fingers before shooting it towards the middle, “We are soldiers— why would we obviously split up so we can be taken out— one by one?” She chuckled as she stomped forward.
The others followed as the path behind them— closed.
Leaves, the veins of the trees before enveloped— closing the path behind them and thudding.
“Don’t turn around.” Psylaiso ordered Dara, grabbing her by the head and tilting it forward, “It’s a trick— Medea is the God of Phantasms remember— might be trying to see who we are.”— the slime looked ahead, Saraline breezing past walkway— a smile emerging on her face.
“She’s become more aggressive— it’s scary.” Dara yelped as Psylaiso quietly nodded.
“It’s attractive as well.” She turned her head at Dara, winking before catching up with Saraline.
A brick wall was in front of Saraline— it was blue, the sound of water bubbling was present— on top of the wall was a megaphone— it was bright red but small in size.
However it began to speak.
“Greetings— devils, whoever decided to accidentally trespass into my domain— has decided to fall into death.” The synthesised voice bellowed, “I’ll open pathways— middle, left, right and you should run— I’m gonna get you, and kill you.”
Saraline’s smile grew larger— blood dripping from her cheeks as she slowly turned around to see her teammates.
Dara was quaking— she attempted to pat her face multiple times— no avail whist Psylaiso stood still, her face emotionless.
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“This isn’t Medea’s doing— would the God really do such a thing?” Psylaiso stated, “Failure— remember what you said, couple days ago.”
“Serial Killer— there’s a chance, considering how the Imp was practically exonerated from their crimes on live television— I don’t doubt that many people think it’s okay to unjustly kill.”
“That court trial was horrible— honestly who was the judge in that Medean court again?”
“Off topic.” Psylaiso spat, “We got to pick-”
The side trees and buildings parted as if Moses— allowing a left and right path— the middle collapsed into the ground.
“I’d run!” The Megaphone screamed before shattering alongside the wall— bricks flying into the air before evaporating into— bubbles.
“Don’t be stupid— let’s all stay, this tactic probably only works with stupid people— or bystanders.” Saraline asserted— stomping her foot before charging down the middle.
“Let’s follow Failure! Come on, Jaegar!” Psylaiso dragged Dara forward— piercing through the fog.
Saraline bolted— lighting fast speeds as the others followed at similar pace, her teeth beginning to partially crack as her fangs were exposed— her mandible sore.
“Relax yourself Failure! You are moving too fast!” Psylaiso yelled.“I’ll do well— worry about yourself, Glop!” The Revolutionary halted— she stopped her run as in front of her was a door.
A blue— tinted, door— it’s handle was partially off and a creak— it creaked, partially open.
Saraline turned to the others— her hand on her lip as she grabbed her sword from her sheath— on her hip, removing the cover and pushing the door slightly.
Nothing happened.
The woman threw the sheath through the door.
All of a sudden— it exploded, debris flying past Saraline and the others as she stood unscaffed.
She breathed in— then exhaled before walking through the door.
“SARALINE!” Psylaiso screamed.
“Saraline?” A voice from behind echoed.
The woman didn’t explode— thankfully but behind Psylaiso specifically was a hooded individual— her cloak grey.
The slime jumped back— turning her left arm into a mace before slamming it onto the figure who barely dodged it.
Dara took out a pistol from her coat— shooting superlumial energy rays that the figure barely dodged.
“Stop it!” The voice squawked— it sounded… feminine.
The two stopped their attacks as Saraline walked out of the door— staring at the figure, she was trembling.
“If I deduce— the bubbles, the water— the voice— the words, ‘devils’— the killings— performed by you correct? In the M.O of the Invalian Mutilator— is this what after the Reprisal has gotten you… Nil Aries.” Saraline shook her head— the smile faded as she stood, disappointed.
Dara chuckled— nervously, pointing the gun at the figure whilst Psylaiso’s mace faded and mutated into a rifle.
The figure removed her hood— it was ‘Nil’, her skin darkened, a scar across her upturned nose— no longer caramel as her baby blue eyes now faded into sombre, her pink hair faded as the beads were no longer present— revealing unkempt Cadillac.
Her body was malnourished— she was only feeding on killing as she stood in front of the others— staring at the ground, ashamed.
“You are such a loser— after not being picked, you went through a route like this? Even Richard who lost their powers— they weren’t so pathetic.” Dara giggled— her face twisted and contorted as a smile was present, “Even the Invalian Mutilator would hate you.”
“Shut up! What would you know? Five years of what? I see the news— rebelssss~, you people are scum! You do nothing except intrude on other shit! It’s disgraceful!” Nil screamed.
“How many people have you murdered?” Psylaiso scowled.
“I can’t count that much! I see why Zero enjoyed doing this— I hate that bastard but still, maybe they had a point!”
“So the Imp’s name was Zero huh, both of you are fucking less than— neutral number? That bastard deserve zilch.” Saraline frowned, “I can’t leave you like this.”
“Oh?”
“What’s through the door?” Psylaiso winced.
“Exit out of my hell— for monsters.” Nil grinned— her eyes spiralling.
“So if they were able to escape— you let them go— so how many escaped?” Saraline grimaced.
“I’d kill them all at this stage— just like I was about to kill Psylaiso, but I heard Saraline and the past flickered through my brain— hesitation like that kills.”
“Yeah— it does.” Saraline shook her head before walking.
“Like that? You leave someone you risked life and death with like that? How pat-”
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
The door behind them shut— Psylaiso, Dara and Saraline all saw what was ahead— a door with a glowing white light in front of them.
“This gives memories of the Angels’ Light.” Dara pouted as Saraline rushed forward— slamming the door open and viewing…
