Serpent's Spell

Call To My Past

It was quiet in the mindscape. Only for an unhinged, deranged cackle which echoed through the halls as the frequency bounced off and along the corridors.

"How long has he been out?" A brute male questioned, impatient, looking between the unconscious boy, Virgil and Deceit. "Long enough" The snake-faced male replied in a steady tone, whilst he remained crouched down in front of the limp form, face to face. He looked so peaceful laying there. Although unconscious, Virgil looked relaxed and at ease for the very first time.

With a snap of his fingers, a soft gold hue began to form as it was protruded from the boy's chest, eliciting a soft, pitiful whimper. "You've gone soft DD ..." The other spoke up, which earned an unforgiving scowl from the two faced male, who snapped back in return. "Don't you have anything you could be doing, other than being here you brat!" In turn, the hidden figure backed off as they retreated into the darkness.

The deceitful side's attention returned to the task at hand. "Easy now ..." Virgil began to stir, he released another muffled groan in protest. As the boy's eyes opened, he recoiled in sudden reaction, colliding with the wall which he was propped up against.

"Wha- What happened?" Virgil mused, his voice raw and croaky. Rubbing his head from the collision, he turned his attention to the chains shackled around his wrists before he looked around, unable to see much in the low lit area.

"Your Home."

The boy's eyes widened in fear, unable to stop his heart from rapidly thumping against the case that contained it. "N-No ...No...No..." Protest after protest left him as a single tear escaped his eye. "What have you done!" He retaliated in disbelief and horror, the boy's voice projecting around the room.

"Come now, Virgil ..." A sly smirk played on Deceit's lips before he reached out with a gloved hand. Virgil jerked his head away in a swift motion spitting at Deceit in refusal. "Don't!" Abruptly, the two-faced male stood, towering over the boy in sovereignty. Looming over him, blocking the view of the rest of the room from their peripheral vision, as his face twisted and distorted.

"We are not the same and never will be!" Virgil spat in venom as he locked eyes with the other dark-cloaked male who towered above him with illuminating eyes, only for a smile to be returned at his words.

"Kings and gods have bowed before me. What makes you think you can refuse?" The question silver-lined, spoken by the tongue of a corrupt man.

The boy's head dropped to his knees defeated, as the question hung in the air unanswered. Before Virgil could spare a glance, the figure disappeared into nothingness, leaving him alone among his thoughts.

In the end, they were all made of flesh that could be cut and bones that could be broken. But sometimes memories are the worst form of torture.

Days turned into nights. Seconds became minutes as they then turned into hours. Only for one thing to always stay the same among the rest of the change.

Silence.

No-one had shown their face. His body had begun to waste away, his strength diminishing as he remained shackled to the wall. The hope of being saved reduced to nothing. He knew - knew that this was all just some elaborate scheme, having him waste away so eventually he could sweep in and save the day with his lies of perfection.

The boy found himself roused from the unconscious state he had slipped into at some point of his capture. Unable to keep his eyes open, all the while they strained. His muscles ached as his head swam in the emptiness.

"-il ... -gil ..." To Virgil, the words turned into muffles which his ears were met with, as he worked to un-jumble the separate sounds. The frame of his head lolled from side to side freely, his body free of the hefty weight he had been carrying around for so long, unknowing of the burden.