The sound of water spurting out from the pipes in the fountain cut out in Raz's ears, falling to whirring shivering quiet between snowflakes caught in between floating midair spirals. Somewhere, in the dark edges of a faded Kingdom, a pair of wings rustled against nights immortal dome. Raz flexed his hands now, the cold gently embracing the surface of his skin. The tune of his affinity reached back into himself, the spiritual pressure still coiling overhead.
"Every human has a debt..." He muttered, "So tell me, Nashira," He stepped forward, glancing out of his eyes, "What debt do you think you would have?"
He swore he could hear her breath hitch.
No. Not here, not now.
His breath came out in clouds, "We have to secure this district before anyone else disappears," He said, stepping in front of her. Looking down the avenue, lining all the townhouses, bricks, and moon-petals hovering above tannin brown rooftops, an invisible trail lead from the square down the road. "We have to find who, or whatever did this, and..."
His voice fell. And... the very brittle air seemed to press in on all his sides, swimming amongst his ocean of thoughts and cataclysmic magic creeping up their backs. And... what? What would they do to whatever, or whoever, was behind the cause of this? His orders were to investigate only, to seek out the truth behind the mess.
But if he was incapable of recognizing the truth after all, then how would he know it even if it was standing right in front of him?
What were his orders for a new, unplanned for situation like this where all exits had forcibly trapped them here? Whatever it was... he always had his orders.
"Raz." Nashira tugged on his sleeve, his face turning to look back. He stopped, focusing on a moving object nearby; standing in front of them, wearing a golden-lit glow from its mantle, like a tuxedo, a small lamppost winked at them. As usual, Raz tensed, bracing himself for the absurdity staring him in the face yet existing in full essence.
Illuminated by the candle in its globe, portable at its base, the lamppost tilted by its lantern in frame of the two cherubim. "A nefeikli..." Nashira whispered, inching forward. Raz, however, did not, well inch forward.
"It's staring at me." He groaned.
"Shush."
He shushed, albeit a grumble under his breath. His begotten wings shifted, hunching ever so close together over his back. The moving lamppost approached, hesitantly inching forward as well. Nashira leaned forward, "It seems perhaps not all souls were tampered with after all... I guess you could say they missed a spot."
"... Yeah."
Nashira pulled out a scroll from her armor, studying her map. "Excuse me, lamppost, could you tell us in whatever way you could, what happened here?"
The lamppost hung its head, the structure shivering. Its post base hopped as it turned away from them slowly. "I thought I heard you say once, to me, nefeikli don't have a sense of direction..." Raz whispered sharply, prompting a quick soft elbow jab directed at his chest from Nashira, who, in turn, led the way close behind the hopping lamppost. The lamppost hopped farther ahead, turning to look back at them, its pole squeaking by its motion.
Looking back at them from the distance where graves and lives were turning, Raz felt a familiar energy pull at his feet. The string of words and whispers softened overhead. Walking off the drowsiness and physical effects of their fall, and adjusting to the dense whispering air overhead, their gaits took on lazy forms, each step under such intense pressure a measure of getting used to. Step by step they quickened their skips, behind a lamppost illuminated and tuned with magic, the two cherubim following and adjusting by each second. Wandering deeper and darker behind the enlightened trail leading straight into an unknown sphere, or perhaps a mission crash landed from Mars. Farther and farther they drew, the echoing light leading towards a seismic eclipse waiting to strike, a song of stardust and time.
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Hey there lil' raindrops!
No! Don't go just yet-- I have an important announcement to share with you all!
Sorry about the short update but important Note from the author here, Lyanna Rain! First off, I just wanna wish you all a wonderful day and I hope you're having a fantastic week, whoever you are! Important announcement here for anybody new to the series or returning-- effective immediately new uploads to Paradise End will take place every Sunday at approximately 9 pm CST!
I appreciate all the readers taking time out of their day to check into this story, I'm really looking forward to seeing what Razael's story becomes and I hope you are too. Anyway, whoever you are thanks for reading and I'll catch ya later dudes! Peace!
-- Lyanna Rain
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Paradise End
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