Blood's Sacrifice

Chapter 5 - Etheric Reencounters

"Hey Savannah!" A familiar voice called out to the fox-feline just as he was about to leave the locale.

Savannah turned, the fur on his back rippling with the still sensitive sensations of what he had experienced within the building not too long ago. It spiked up even more with who he was about to see.

"Do you have a moment?" Douglas smiled his usual wide-grinned, seductively alluring look on his face.

Savannah grimaced, as he slowly tried to turn back and walk away again, "Uhm... no, I really don't..."

Suddenly, he would feel a warm paw on his shoulder blade as he was just about to leave... the toasty temperature trying to keep him from moving on further, unless there was something else to it.

"I think you really should reconsider," Aiszer spoke, softening his tone up to the clearly unraveling rose that was Savannah, "I see you took the red card up to heart!"

He went on, as Savannah stared into those deep scarlet, glimmering eyes, entranced by the very bloody presence it quickly implied to his mind. Secretly, the male adored it... finding it very attractive, but evil looking.

"I'm flattered that you did... really glad, actually," Douglas continued, his improvisational words as smooth as if reading an invisible script, "Now that you know the truth of the world like everyone else that isn't hopelessly brainwashed, I would very much like you to come with me."

"Me?" Savannah asked, in a retorting manner, still a bit aggressive to the handsome, taller male beside him. "Why should I ever come with you, or your sick little maid that you run about with all the time?"

Douglas widened his eyes a bit, as if not expecting the response... but simply cleared his throat.

"Ahem," He attempted to start over with his smile twisting a tinge to the remark, "Well, for starters... I own a wealthy company that specializes in the production of weapo—"

"I don't care about that!" Savannah spat, leaning into the male's personal space with an antagonizing posture, seemingly ready to strike. "You've tricked me!"

"...My my," Douglas sighed, as if dreading to explain something like this, "My dear child, I haven't tricked you at all... and now that you have the knowledge, you know that very well, don't you?"

Savannah stared, but didn't say anything... thinking the matter over in his head.

"Yes, I'm sure you can see it," He elaborated further, "Those of the curious and otherwise 'righteously' liberating origins of the original sin will always continue to repeat their intrinsic dance, over and over again."

Savannah listened carefully once more, grasped to giving his words attention.

"I was only your means of a catalyst, in this case... but as you might guess, these things tend to manifest themselves in many different forms. That is, the truth tends to leak into this world no matter how many times you try to stifle it." Douglas summarized, "But you, Savannah Rose... you play a special role in this truth, once again... or at least you can."

The dark furred fox-feline smirked, and offered his paw over to the lighter, "All you have to do is come with me, and we will right all of the world's wrongs." He promised him, "I have everything sorted out already, and I will fill you in along the way. All I desire right now, Savannah... is your support to my— no, our cause."

"..." Savannah was left in his own silence for a while to grimace once more, clearly thinking it through by the looks of it with a stormy mind already brewing within.

"We... we can never fix this world." Savannah spoke aloud, finally. "We can never change this world's deeper structures, no matter how hard we try. That is one thing I have learned on this journey... and I'm sure you know that too."