𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 [ 𝘛𝘋𝘚 | 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘟 𝘜𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢 ]

CHAPTER 2: AWAKE

"Mistress." Penumbras broke the silence, as the moonlight was reflecting on the water of the lake.

"Yes, Penumbras?" She turned her head towards him, curiously looking at the lunar titan.

"If you ever fall in love, please, promise to remember my advice." The head-knight struggled to let his words out, a simple thought of her falling in love with someone was terrifying for him, yet he couldn't change anything if it ever happened "...Love the person, who truly cares for you back."

"...I promise." Umbra's lips curled into a gentle smile, - an expression unusual for such a tyrant as her "However, my heart's so rotten that I doubt I'll ever feel love. The only desire I feel is desire for power, and only thing I love is my kingdom, and, maybe, screams of our enemies dying."

They both laughed at the last part, returning back to silence and just staring at the moon, stars and the lake.

Umbra opened her eyes, only to be greeted by the sight of an unknown place, a cozy room.

It was quite a nice place, yet there was ice everywhere. The ice spikes looked quite dangerous yet beautiful at the same time.

The gentle sunlight has fulfilled the room, slowly bringing Umbra to her full consciousness. She yawned, before shifting into sitting position and looking around.

There was a table near the bed where she lied. On the table, there was a plate with something on it.

"A...Pie?" She tilted her head.

(Kill me the art is old and ugly and i can't draw foodskskks)

Even the fork was made out of ice.

The solar titaness squinted at the fork, clearly not trusting the piece of pie.

But her stomach quietly growled, reminding her that she's hungry.

"Too peaceful for hell." She commented, looking around and cautiously grabbing the fork "I know I'll be in Hell after I die, but this place is just...too suspicious."

She took a bite.

It's not the best thing she had, but still enjoyable and satisfying enough for her hunger.

Umbra continued on carefully eating, ignoring the fact that the fork was made of ice. Perhaps it's normal for afterlife.

She's dead.

...Right?

That is, until her peace was disturbed by a cold creature in dark armor with wings.

Frost Spirit was struggling because he cannot cook.

No, he can cook.

But, looking at the kitchen, which turned into mess, full of ice, I assure you, that he cannot be trusted with cooking.