The Scarlet Flame of Love (Grimm x Pure Vessel)

The Black Egg

       I awake to the sound of crunching shells. A viscous black sphere enraptures me, my reflection gleaming off of the obsidian luster of the shell. An ebony mask covers the darkness that hides in me. A black liquid coats the floor of the egg. i hear a voice. No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. Born of God and Void. You shall seal the blinding light that plagues their dreams.  And without anything else, the egg cracked. a jagged line ripping across the perfect smoothness of the egg. and with that break I enter a whole new world. White shards cover the ground and a thick black fog hovers in the air.  The voice says again in my mind. Do not think. Do not hope. Do not love. Do not feel. That is your purpose, to contain the light. And thus you obey, a sense of purpose coursing through every ounce of your being. beckoned by this voice you follow a path you have never walked, but it is familiar. The ground and walls lined with the broken masks of you brothers and the silence is louder than ever. a passageway opens into a chasm, the walls carved from a black and grey stone. Strange beetles crawl about the walls of this abyss. Small wraiths float about, black tendrils draping from their body and piercing white eyes that break the darkness. my mind begins to wander, but I remind myself "Do not think" so i only follow the darkness. Each step brings me closer to my purpose, my king. I see him finally, a steel cloak hides his body that shines with a pale light. Eight horns protrude from his mask forming a sharp crown. His cold eyes judged me, as if he were looking inside of my very soul, something he later wished I lacked. he commanded "come , you will train at the white palace."  And with nothing more, my legs followed him up the winding black steps up to a metal platform. The metal felt cold on my bare feet and he leads you into a long chasm coated in those strange beetles.  The chasm opens into a large ornately carved tunnel, the floor made with out of a pale metal. the entrance to the white palace was enormous .I was led into the large white palace, the large door opening in front of the pale king. The large door shut behind us as he led me deeper into the palace. Small bugs wrapped in silver cloaks, bow as we pass them, their eyes as black and empty as my own. My body once again filled with purpose as we walked through the passages, the pale kings cloak began to sprout wings. Pale wings, a translucent white, shimmering and glistening in the grey light provided by the lanterns.