Animals, Humans, Gods and Demon kingdoms. Worlds where none are supposed to meet...but they did. The animal and human world were turned into a big mess. The demons and gods were destroyed. Or so the story goes. But what happens if you happen to be...
WRITER'S NOTE: hello everyone! i hope everyone is staying safe. please enjoy the next part!
- cehilmot
VINCENT:
She forgot about me of course. I found a sewing box and underwear at the base of the staircase which I took back to her room. I wandered around the house until I found her leaning against the kitchen bench watching a pot on the stove. Deep in thought. Or in memory. Or both. She still looks in pain from what happened last night. I wonder if there's anything I can do for her. I call out to her. She doesn't respond after the fourth or fifth time.
"Alluro? Are you okay? I came down to see what happened? Is everything alright?" I ask quietly holding her arm.
She nods while staring at the ground. I wish I knew what she was thinking about right now. Then, maybe I'd be able to help her. I don't know how but somehow. Somehow, I want to help her. To think of it, no one really has a shed to lock someone up, especially their own daughter. She feels different too. Stronger and somehow more pained. I don't know. Sometimes it feels like she's possessed by a demon or something of the Gods. Like she's their eyes. Strange. I could ask her. She said to ask freely. I take a breath and prepare to ask her when Dominic and Greg walk in chatting about whether fire or ice is better. Ice. You'd be able to come back. Fire you can't. I help her cook in the kitchen when they leave.
Seriously? What type of person cooks without knowing how to cook, more importantly, on the stove top! She was boiling porridge on the stove from scratch with no seasonings. Who the hell does that?! Whatever, she's safe now. Nothing can go wrong when I'm here cooking.
There's a shattering sound as the bowl hits the floor.
"Are you alright?" I ask concerned for her.
She nods and moves to clean herself up in the sink before finding the first aid box. Mary walks in as I fill the bowl of porridge. She stares at Alluro cleaning in shock and walks off with the tray. I turn the stove off and set the pot off the heat.
"So, where to next?" I ask grinning my head off like a jerk.
She stands, looks over at me, "Clothes, upstairs now."
She walks off and I follow her. She walks past the stairs and into another section of the house. We pass several doors and rooms before stopping in front of a closed door. She walks in and inside...too messy. I stand in the doorway taking in the room full of paint.
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The walls are covered in paint and the tapestries covered in paint. The floor is covered in paint spots. Paintbrushes left out. spray cans everywhere. Papers cover the whole place. Her desk is littered with inks, boxes and paint tubes. The shelves are overflowing with materials. The ceiling even has paint marks on it. How on earth has she been able to work in a place like this? There is so many things just left out. Paint jars, dried paint, water cups, ink, brushes, cloth. To think this is a side of Alluro I would get to see is a whole new thing.
She makes her way to the furthest wall and pulls back the still wet tapestry. Has she been in her recently? There's not a lot of dust lying around. There's a chest of drawers hidden behind the tapestry. she doesn't go for the drawers though. She disappears behind the tapestry to get...a fabric roll, and a sewing machine? She walks over to her very messy desk and moves things around until she finds a thread that matches the fabric. She walks out closing the door behind her with her tail.
What is she doing? The shops are a thing you know.
