Believe in Me

Unfolding

The quiet whispers of the watching wind were sounded out by the clash of metal, the yells of powered lunges and anger, the calm destroyed by the rapids of hatred. Grey’s scythe slammed full force against the black sword Pitch created. Though it was made of sand it was like metal, maybe even stronger, stronger and sharper if anything. Grey knew this too well from when he was in chains.. the memories flashed back. All the wounds both himself and the two he couldn’t protect got and still haven’t completely recovered from.. all because of this smirking man in front of him. If Pitch didn’t know Chaos already, it wasn’t obvious. They seemed perfectly fine with each other, Chaos throwing himself at Ilia with a laugh at her glossy, tear stricken eyes. Despite the sadness she felt, there was an anger with it that drove her forward to fight harder than she ever needed to. The daggers were given to her in case hunters noticed fox tracks through the forest, Grey needed to make sure she could protect herself from the wicked men after all. Now she was fighting an opponent far greater than herself though, and she was doing well. It striked up a slight pride in him he didn’t know he really had, a pride that drove him on for the better. Pitch had definatally gotten stronger, and Chaos weaker. After Grey had downed the evil man around a thousand years before, Chaos sunk into the ground presumed dead.. now, he was here. But a milinium of unconsciousness must’ve made him lose his touch. However, there was no way this would last long. Chaos was born just minutes before Death was, both of them being mistakes. Death was never supposed to happen, nor chaos. Both of them grew to react differently, the auburn haired male fighting Ilia had earned a sadistic tone, happy to see the pain he caused unlike Grey who still held every soul he took out of the world deep in his mind with regret. Red eyes burned slightly brighter as they came back to reality from the deep thought he had gotten in. He was in a fight, he couldn’t just zone out like that… it was sort of Grey’s way of leaving the world he had been left in. Sure all of his regrets were in his mind but at least he could see them there. Not wait.. and watch as the world moves on.. and know there’s nothing he can do but go on making things worse for the humans. The humans hated him, he even hated HIMSELF after a very short while. And now it was possible another death could be at his hands.. one slightly more deserving, but still.

Chaos smirked far too happily for a fighting mood and Ilia’s glare was far too threatening for such a carefree, peaceful child. Her eyes were like that of an animal, her inconsistent movements, the way she growled when blocking. “Aren’t you just so cute?” Chaos laughed without a care at the child’s heavy struggle. Despite feeling himself having to put up an effort against the girl, this wouldn’t last long. She was a pushover, anyone was. After sleeping for so long, sure he’d be weak but Chaos felt his power slowly rousing itself, draining back into him. His comment made her bright green eyes narrow even further and she lashed out with a yell of fury, her dagger swiping against his cheek. Yellow eyes widened slightly but not in anything like pain. He barely felt it, all that seemed to touch his skin was a trickle of blood running down the side of his face. Maybe she did have a little skill after all... it only excited him more. He longed to draw out her anger, to tear away her innocence until all that was left was an uneaseable sense of longing to kill. That was his job. It was always fun to ruin the sweethearts after all.

The fight went on for what felt like a full hour. Grey barely showed strain but the sweat starting to form on his forehead was declaring otherwise. Every time Pitch DID manage to land a hit on him, the blade just hit his skin, not even leaving a mark. “What a monster,” the nightmare king remarked at this, the immediate heal of skin happening for the fourth time now. The reaper just slashed slightly fiercer. Pitch knew what lurked inside of Grey now with full confidence, Chaos had told him the second the man had volunteered to be on Pitch’s side throughout the fight so randomly that the nightmare king thought it might be a scam.

|FLASHBACK = A FEW DAYS BEFORE|

“Grey Loss, you say..” Pitch questioned intently, his metal colored eyes glistening slightly in the weak light he carelessly allowed in the room of cages in his lair. The reddish-brown haired male that stood before him with a confident stance brushed his straight bangs out of his face, smirking with bright yellow eyes that even slightly intimidated Pitch. Not in the same way Grey’s did. Grey’s eyes showed strength, they were scary in their own way. These eyes.. they were more threatening. Like the spirit before him was plotting something as they spoke. “If you let me join your army, I can tell you all about the reaper. After all..” The man who appeared to be around the same age as Grey, maybe in the twenties though it was obvious they were much older, gave a shrug, his grin widening even further. “Was the one who put me down for so long.. I do like my revenge.” Pitch had allowed, interested by this figure and the information he promised to hold. A few minutes later the nightmare king fell back into his grey throne, eyeing the newcomer with slightly high hopes. Jack was up to Pitch, he wanted the boy to be crushed with his own fist, the fox girl would fall the second her red-caped hero did. But Grey was a problem that Pitch didn’t want to deal with. Sort of like a dog that won’t stop barking. He’d far rather invest his time in the snow spirit who had wrecked his plans farther. Grey just got in the way along the path to revenge. “We got into a fight about a thousand years ago,” Chaos, the name Pitch had learned, began, leaning back carelessly against the wall and blowing his bangs yet again out of his face. “Pretty even fight. I had a little fun and caused a few wars and Death had had enough with all the extra work he had to do at my expense,” Chaos then gave a shrug, showing he really didn’t care either way. He seemed so calm and plain about this. “Go on,” Pitch said with a raise of his hairless eyebrow (._. please tell me I’m not the only one who noticed that Pitch has no eyebrows). “Right. Well, I was losing pretty hard. Grey hits pretty damned hard and it sort of sucks how he’s all invincible and stuff. I don’t take as much damage from hits but I can still be knocked into a coma for a long while which gives him the advantage.” Chaos continued, reverting in his mind back to the time.