Soul Slayer: Reborn

Chapter 6- Desolate Darkness With The Deranged Devil

The two figures stepped out of the gloom of the swirling black portal that swallowed the reality around them itself. 'Nether', Rose's sister came out first.
She had nebulous, black hair that swept down to her hips, crimson snakelike eyes, a pointed pale face and dark lustrous lips. She was also wearing some form of crown or tiara. It was like a diadem, dark in colour with a red crescent shaped stone in the centre, that was until they all realised that this was the Nether Relic. She had somehow retrieved hers from the Soul Stone, and she was a lot more powerful. 'A lot' was an understatement, if they would ever end up duelling her, she would be holding back both her amusement and her true strength.
She wore little armour, instead she could be seen donning a heavy, billowing cloak that rippled in the wind which connected to an expensive, fur coat. Her entire style looked expensive and as well as that it looked unfit to be in the snowy weather conditions she was in now, yet to contrast she didn't seem out of place either.

Trox on the other hand was surprisingly a lot more casually dressed than the extortionately clothed Nether and no Relic could be adorned on his clothes either. No weapons except a sheathed dagger could be seen attached to a belt. He wore baggy, dark grey Harem style pants and a dark red, sleeveless, turtleneck vest as well as a black suit jacket which drooped over his shoulders as he could be seen discarding the use of his sleeves, the silver buttons on it glistening in the emptiness of the scene and reflecting the budding specks of snow in the air. Yet even with this lack of expensive clothing there still was something coming off him that gave a strange feeling. The way his black eyes darted around reminded them of how somebody like Sherlock Holmes would deduct and pick apart a crime scene in second. And yes, his irises were black, there was no differentiation from them from his pupils if you didn't truly focus and they could all sense some gleeful childishness behind those same eyes as well.
From first appearances, Trox could of been mistaken for a marshal artists, or maybe even a gymnast if one was to judge him from his muscular yet light build. His hair was not so different from most modern male haircuts, but the most striking thing about him was a strange, oriental dragon insignia-like tattoo over both his arms to pair. A very light blueish grey, it would be unfair to name them tattoos, the strange swirling, oriental patterns weren't truly ink, in fact it wasn't ink in the slightest. If the Soul Slayers had to compare the archaic shapes patterned on his arms to something, they would all agree that the markings looked more burnt in the skin than tattooed on-top with ink. The man's mouth was lined with white teeth, that were bared into an out-of-place beaming smile for such a serious scene, yet all who didn't know him didn't believe he was some kind of rookie either. He appeared practically content.

"Haha, it's you! Oh, Princess, I never thought you'd stoop low enough to reach these rats, ahaha. You- you must have crawled out of the guttering to get all the way over here... or maybe the sewage systems, no?" He chimed with a friendly, dreamy disposition and a carefree tone. His voice did not match his muscular gait, nor anything he was talking about. Trox's attention didn't waver one moment off Dia as if she were the only figure of importance to him. He placed his hands on his lips and looked up into the snow-filled sky with a beaming smile, "... Aaaand, if we're here then... ohoho which one of you said the name huh? Haha, which one of you~?" He wasn't even looking at them, yet he pointed straight at Alex. "Yep, it was you wasn't it?" He dropped his head and burst out laughing as Alex's face tightened sourly. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, you got that look on your face! Oh you've just made everything so much harder for yourself~" he jingled as he approached Dia. "Hmm, oh I really thought that place was secure, it was them who helped you wasn't it, ehh? Or did you drag yourself outta that complex all on your own, Princess? " Dia spat back at him,
".. I'm not a Princess, Trox." He widened his eyes amused, picking up on his name being called out,
"Ooooh, so Rosie has been blabbing about me eh? Wonder what other beautiful little secrets she's told you? I quite liked being all unidentified..." He hadn't even taken a glance at Rose, but somehow he knew she was there. When he said her name, Rose gave a little gasp. For a moment, they locked eyes, but Rose looked away, she couldn't bare it. How did she think she'd be able to see him again, or even to fight him again? He looked at Rose again, he was too good at catching her eyes, he knew exactly where she looked. Of course he knew exactly where she looked, he was Trox, he was the burden and ultimate bane of her existence. Rose didn't know what to expect when she stared back at him, five years. It had been five years. But he just winked at her before licking his lips and chuckling before discreetly lifting his chin and tracing his thumb along his neck with his eyes wide. So he hadn't changed. He was still out to get her. Rose didn't expect anymore from him, he was ever so unpredictable yet his beliefs were as solid as stone.