Triad Written Arcs (OUTDATED)

The Eyes of Retribution [LORE]

Non-Backstory Lore | Angst | CONTENT WARNING: Religious themes but no actual mentions of religion, themes of murder, death, fire, burning

Sidenote: This is the sequel to Midnight Troubles. It's best if you read that before this.

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Blacklight opens their eyes to find themselves in a familiar, yet peculiar place; lying down, on the golden brown, wooden plank floors of Mad Lad's bedroom, which was- oddly yet luckily enough- set to its right-side-up setting. They rubbed their eyes, then blinked, trying to recollect what happened the night before. Unfortunately for them, their memory was hazy, and so they gave up and decided to slowly get up from the floor, lifting themselves up with one arm.

They looked to the right. There, on the bole-colored bedsheets, sat Mad Lad, whose body was facing away and hunching over. Their eerie silence caught Blacklight's attention, urging them to get up on the bed and sit next to them. 

"Mad? Are you ok...?" they asked, about to put their palm on Mad's shoulder...

...

"Why didn't you forgive me."

Blacklight was shocked by the sudden speech. Their mind then started to fog with the distressing memories of last night, the night when Mad almost put their life in danger. They huffed, shook off the stress and shifted their focus onto comforting their friend. After all, friends should be there for each other, shouldn't they?

"B.L. just not ready yet...almost being killed is big deal, you know...?" they muttered, their voice shaking a little from how  upsetting the memories were. Mad was quiet again. Blacklight sighed deeply and wrapped one of their arms around her back, thinking that maybe all she needed was a bit of physical comfort.

Suddenly, a burning acidic sensation went through Blacklight's arm, causing them to yelp and quickly retract themselves away from Mad's arched body. They looked down at their arm and rolled up their sleeve. A deep, red burn mark had formed on it, despite it being completely covered under their attire earlier. It still ached with immense, biting pain. Blacklight hissed, then turned their head back to Mad. To their surprise, they had disappeared, yet their disembodied voice can still be heard.

"Shouldn't you forgive anyone who has apologized to you?"

Blacklight frantically looked around the room, their breathing getting heavier as they felt more uneasy. The room then slowly started to dim, more and more, until the room was coated in pitch black darkness. Blacklight let out another heavy, nervous huff, clutching their burnt arm.

"Yes, but...B.L. not ready to forgive...!"

There was a sudden rush of cold wind behind them. They quickly jolted their head towards the motion, and saw nothing but more of the dark void they were in.

"But I'm your friend, Blacklight. Friends should forgive each other."

The voice sounded much closer now, as if Mad was right behind them. However, Blacklight didn't turn around; rather, they let out an apologetic sigh and looked down at their feet.

"...B.L. know..." they muttered, their guilt slowly burning into their chest. "...sorry."

Mad was silent again. Blacklight's shoulders slowly tensed up, feeling disturbed by Mad's silence.

Suddenly, a laugh. A laugh so loud that it echoed throughout the room. A laugh filled with so much malice, so much inner spite. Blacklight felt a sudden increased weight on their chest, as Mad cackles imprinted on their mind.