The Darksiders: Eight's Prologue

Chapter 5

( WILL BE EDITED MORE LATER )

"I've been reckless" Eight finally spoke, having rested down against the wall next to the door. "I am reckless..."

Violet had occupied her time by cleaning up the room of all its scattered papers, levitating them into a neat stack with a levitation spell, giving Eight time to rest, but quickly stopped to turn to him, a look of worry on her face. "Eight..."

He didn't look at her, his sad gaze to the report paper between his hooves, titled 'Report on Darksiders'. "But that stops today." He said, his thoughts going back to the cruel words that Creature had whispered into his ear.

"You're Liam's recklessness. Your his accident, and you'll never be any more than that."

He scowled but his face quickly shifted to that of determination. "I may be a mistake... I may be an abandoned part of someone else, but that's not all I will be." Finally, Eight found his resolve, pushing himself to stand up off the floor, standing tall. Softly, he levitated the report up, folding it before slipping it to the deepest end of his pocket.

Violet didn't say anything. Nothing she could've said would've helped, so instead, she approached him, wrapping him in a tight hug, catching him by surprise.

Eight still wasn't used to the feeling, the warmth it brought. It made him pause before he finally melted into it, managed to hug her back.

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A few minutes later, Eight and Violet found themselves trotting cautiously down the stairs into the 2nd-floor hallway, watching for any more shadow creatures, before stopping between the branches in the hallway, their gazes shifting between the splitting pathways. Something felt off.

"Does anything seem... different to you?" Eight whispered, levitating his sword softly to his side, ready for anything that would occur. He couldn't quite put his hoof on what changed, but he could feel that something about the atmosphere had shifted.

Violet looked between Eight and the hallways before swallowing, cautiously moving slightly into each one, not saying a word as she examined and looking over everything before she finally looked to Eight. "Doesn't it seem... quieter than before?"

Eight's ears stood up, listening closely, only to be met with nearly nothing but the natural, quiet creaking of the build itself and the soft wind emanating from outside. He began slowly sliding his sword onto his back, looking around again, before finally speaking up. "I think we might be alone."

Violet's eyes went a little wide, her partially cowering stance shifting, for once, standing up straight. "Where did they all go?"

Eight just stood still, trying to come up with an explanation, but found he couldn't think of anything and didn't actually care. "I don't know," With a sigh, he trotted forward, passed Violet, and into the hallway behind her. "but let's not waste this opportunity to get out too."

Violet just stood and watched before nodding, trotting up next to him, admittedly, a little too close, but Eight didn't say anything and just chose to watch her.

He couldn't help himself but find himself softly smiling as they stepped onto the stairs leading further down.

"Huh?" Violet tilted her head, looking up at Eight, one eyebrow raised. "What's got you smiling?"

Eight could make himself stop smiling as they stepped into the first floor and stopped, his smile, instead, grew a little wider as he stared. "Nothing, it's just," He shook his head before bringing his hoof up, placing it on her head softly. "I hadn't noticed how much shorter you are than me."