An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

A ghost meets a dead man

Speech = ''.....''

Thoughts = ... ...

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...Come and sit with me..., you and I in this dead world toguether for one time and never again...

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The sound of his footsteps echoed through the empty corridors, the blood smeared under his boots leaving wide and scarlet footprints on his wake, the floor having changed from the cobble stones that had made most of the pathways he had come across, now replaced with polished shards of marble..

A set of steep stairs at the very end of it..., leading up..

Back to the surface...

He hummed internally. The cultist had been right, he did sense a single spark of life in the direction he was walking towards.

Just one...

Alone, but not afraid..., in fact he could take on the nuances of amusement, thrill and anger coming from him in equal manners.

The power emanating from him reassured him that the man was not a body double, or just a distraction..but rather the real deal.

This...Fenris....he would be a fine kill in his notch. Another tally on his long list of corpses.

Still, it was strange though, that the place where the man was waiting for and where the cults most precious treasure in this place was within the area of a school.

A warrior school, yes.., but a school none the less....

But why..?

Would the authorities, the school staff or even the students not take notice of it..? Not sense it?

What was he missing..?

Surely they did not took a blind eye to it..., right? No organization would be able to create such large tunnels underneath an entire city with out no one noticing, even less if they had been built by the kingdoms own ruling elite only for them to be forgotten..

It was just neither feasible nor believable...

It was then, as his foot was about to touch the first rung of the ladder, that he felt it.

A voiceless sigh, the crunch of a drill digging, hidden in the back of his mind, a stone thrown into a placid pond, disturbing the surface with its entrance.

It was a ripple of power he had never felt before, and yet... somehow familiar.

And then the reality around him exploded into pieces as he finally took the first step, the shadowy passageway gone, ripped from its foundations as if it were weak glass, in its place a strange reality took its place.

Black and white stains adorned an incomplete landscape, where walls and corridors of some buildings opened out in front and behind him, while in others he could glimpse a vast and empty plain, like a blank sheet of paper which a writer had forgotten to write upon but the drops of ink that had slid off the tip of the feather...

He blinked for a second, looking back..., but instead of finding the corridor he had come down, he found more of the same.

That had been quick...

He walked in a straight line, passing through some of the corridors that tried to emulate some kind of office building..., until he ended up on another plain... the ground was black, while the bushes and grass that covered it were white.