The vessel stood up straight, brushing off the dust that stuck to its cloak when it disturbed the ground. It looked around for any threats, taking extra care to check the way Quirrel walked.
Just as it deemed the area somewhat safe, it heard a shuffle of something moving nearby. The vessel walked down the path, away from where Quirrel left, and caught a glimpse of something under a hole in the path.
The glint of the geo deposit went unnoticed behind the glow of orange that met the vessels eyes. And suddenly the vessel felt a surge of adrenaline and horror.
Of what, the vessel wasn't sure, but it couldn't help the twitch of anticipation of needing the weapon on its back. In fact, the vessel's hand shook as it stared at the orange eyes.
Glowing orange eyes staring right back.
Nothing but a corpse held up by that orange glow.
A ghastly shriek and wheeze as it lunges for the vessel-
...
The vessel stared at the orange painted across the body, watching drops fall from its blade into the puddle staining the floor.
What just happened...
That was just a civilian. Protect the people.
It was self defense right? You fight for me and my court.
It was going to attack. They're defenseless without us, see?
There was no other choice. Pitiful creatures that need me.
It was dead ...
It was... Kill anything that looks like this.
... I will have no tolerance for her in my kingdom.
After all, what is one pitiful life compared to the war of GODS
...
Just kill them. No cost too great.
of course... no cost too great
Already late to the palace. Do not disappoint The King further.
Just be empty like he wants.
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The vessel refused to flinch as it passed and killed any orange-eyed creature in its way.
It forced itself to fall back on old orders and responses, if not just to gain a little familiarity.
It did not go towards where Quirrel disappeared to, despite his comforting presence.
If the stag stations were as shut down as they seemed to be in Dirtmouth, the vessel would have to reach the city on foot.
It jumped down a pit of suspended platforms and infected, planning its ideal route to The Pale City gate.
Yet as it fell, ignoring the blur of grays it passed, something caught its eye.
A flash of red fabric flickered down a tunnel of greenery...
It left a trail of soul that held, although faint, the presence of The King himself.
And so the vessel roughly caught the next platform it passed, plans for its journey quickly forgotten, as it pulled itself up and ran to the tunnel as fast as it could.
To chase the red and a sliver of unknown hope.
Note: I'm back! Sorry this took so long and for the short chapter. Also, holy hecking WHAT?! How does this story have 1.6k views?!?! Thank you guys so much, your support is far more than I ever expected. I'll see you in the next update!
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Fanfictionmature for violence/gore. A small vessel is spared, joining its sibling in The White Palace. One will be sealed in chains, the other in a charm, but both will meet a ghost, spider, and long lost friend. There are consequences to their choices, b...
