Instinctually, Seraph reached for her sword but could not find it. Everything around her was so familiar yet so unreal. Her senses were heightened and the movement by the outbuilding made her ears ring in pain and her nose cringe with the malodorous ether of pine. And, was that just a hint of celery? The Becoming was not as painful as she had feared, and she survived the mind challenge. But it was too soon for congratulatory pauses, for now Seraph was preoccupied with the lack of any weapons, and an imminent need for one.
He glided from the shadows. His face and ears were deformed and his rotted teeth were pointed. Arms akimbo, he finally spoke. But it sounded more of a hiss to Seraph’s ears. “My darling, what took you so long? I have been so patient, we have sssssso much to discuss. You have no need for your sword here.” The awful creature began to snicker. “Besides, it will not help you whatsoever here in this place.”
The gravity of this moment, and who that creature used to be, became fully known to Seraph. She tried to cry, but in this new place, her eyes seared in the saltiness and she quickly stopped.
“Am I trapped here, forever, with you?” Seraph asked, afraid of the answer. The creature could barely contain his perverse. “Oh yessssss, indeed you are, and that’s not the best part! You can’t speak any more until you pass the Initiation, because you’ve asked your question. I wondered if I should even tell you thissss, because it took me months to figure it out.” His eyes moistened, “But since I have been waiting so long for you and have been watching you, your deeds in
3 comments:
Seraph's got some trouble coming, doesn't she?? Whoo-ee!
choices... poor Seraph.
Can't wait to see how she gets out.
OOOOOOOH. Creepy.
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