𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ❞

﹒two

Through the dim, despairing fields of hell, the old prisoner ran as fast as his bruised feet could afford. His body ached all over, and yet he chose to pursue the past to bliss and freedom, the path to the other side of hell.

The grass blades were long, sleek, and gray; they were sharp enough to cut the man's skin once in a while. The sky was dark, with almost no clouds. Air was barely moving, and the weather was enough to make one feel feverish.

Maneuvering through the greensward, the escapee got out into the clear region; his clothes were tattered, and he was covered with several cuts, blemishes, and clots. His eye was swollen, and so was his lip. He halted to catch his breath, and before he could restart his journey to heaven, someone flew in and dropped in front of him.

The prisoner almost forgot how to breathe, for when the smoke cleared, he knew it was a Devil Spade.

The young-looking man with huge black wings and two silver daggers drawn out looked up.

His hair was black, and his eyes were silver. He was in tight-fitting black clothes and had a red belt with a sword sheath hanging to it. He isn't as armed as most spades are, thought the escapee. Little did he know that the Spade was enough for several even without the sparse weapons he possessed momentarily. He knew the red stood for rank two, but hadn't encountered a grade two Spade till today.

"Missing your beloved, were you?" He spoke in a rather soft, but just as sinister voice. He walked closer to the shivering escapee, tightening the grip on his dagger. "Seemed like you'd love to pay her a visit." He said, pointing his head towards the other side.

Before the tired man could process the presence of the Spade entirely, he was bound by a single silver chain that the Spade had cast around in a coil. He fell, absolutely mortified, as the other lunged at him and stabbed him in the eye.

The victim cried out in utter pain, screaming out as he continuously lost blood; not that it mattered, he couldn't die twice.

Two more Spades dropped down, and they walked up to the fallen man, who was wriggling in pain from the wound and the chain, which was bounding him tightly.

They took away the screaming man, but his loud noise had already attracted those from the other side, and the spade could see robes of white flying slightly above the grass fields, and they settled just behind the partition line, careful not to tread on the other side of their safe, bright haven.

"It's been years, hasn't it, Irene?" The spade called out, mocking the angels in white. The two ladies settled over the other side and then looked at the man being dragged by the spades. The older angel spoke, "Why are you so cruel to him? Hasn't he served enough already?" The Devil Spade's eyes sparkled with anger, and he blatantly replied, "No. He hasn't."

The angels whispered amongst themselves, and left the Spade all alone, after greeting him a good day in hell.

He stood there for a fine moment, taking in all the brightness that streamed on his face for a moment. He had beautiful almond eyes with black orbs, a long nose, and plump lips. His face was gaunt and grim, and his features were fit for someone who was just 21, although everyone knew of the memories he'd collected living for thousands of years.

He flew back, over the fields of silver, into the castle. He found his way to a specific room, where he knew his friend would be having the best-brewed drinks and got in.

His friend greeted him with a bright smile. "Hey, Thanom! Welcome back; have a cup of wine with me." His eyes shone with a merry sparkle, and the young spade expected great news from him. Thanom sat down and grabbed a goblet in the air. It materialized into his hand, full to the brim with dark red wine. Thanom took a sip, and said, "Why do you look so happy today?" His friend enthusiastically put down his goblet and started saying something, but Thanom suddenly started feeling giddy.

It was strange; the room started spinning around, and the furniture seemed to be floating. He could see the animal heads swimming around and could feel his friend's hand on his shoulder. The words of worry coming out from his mate sounded like echoes; faint and feeble. And before he could decipher the entire event, he felt like he was sucked inside a tornado, and thrown off aside a moment later.

He landed quite well; his old reflexes had returned to him. He looked around, only to find himself in a weirdly furnished structure. The air smelled of something oddly refreshing; Thanom was foreign to almost everything here.

He looked around, and only then did he notice the boy. The first thought that made a home in Thanom's mind was that he was pretty... it was rare for him to appreciate someone else's looks, but this boy was just different. His lidded eyes were widened with fear and his pink lips were agape. Thanom could see the color draining from his face, and before he could utter a word, the stranger screamed.

Voicelessly. 

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