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

The princess, the witch and the corpse

Speech = ''.....''

Thoughts = ... ...

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...and so she wandered on through the dark perils of those tunnels...

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All was silent around Iris...

Too quiet in fact.

The dark stone walls and dank corridors she had walked through had disappeared, leaving them behind a while ago now that her footsteps echoed in their new found environment.

Wooden walls that had been carefully carved and blended in a strange and yet somehow only correct way with the style of stone that covered her surroundings appeared to be.

One that she did not like in the slightest with all the skulls and enigmatic yet grim figures that her tired eyes could see.

She didn't know where she was, she didn't know the reason that had led her here....

Every time those questions came up crushed by the clatter of her teeth as they clashed together. Her subconsciousness repeating to herself that there was a reason worth it for this path...

It had nothing to do with those faint voices she heard from time to time at the back of her ear, the strange words of a woman that could not make heads no matter how close she was or it sounded. At first prompting her to turn around, blade in hand to meet who was the one responsible, only to meet the emptiness of the room to welcome her sights time and time again.

At first she had believed it to be nothing but an optic illusion, or that they had moved so fast that she had not even heard them coming and hide from each and every attempted she tried to unmask the origin of the voice.

After a few times here and there she decided to ignore it...

Perhaps this place was cursed, perhaps it was a spell that had activated and was meant to disturb or scare the intruders who dared

All in all.. it did not matter.

It wasn't impeding her duties not actively trying to harm her apart form being an active though mild annoyance...

Still, she did not know why it was happening here...and not down below, in those dark and sinister tunnels.

With the amount of corpses that had been splattered in every surface conceivable one would have thought that at least, if ghost were real....then that would be the place for a good hunting.

What she did know was that she was no longer underground, that much at least she was sure of.

The atmosphere was too dry to be mistaken for the depths that stretched beneath the capital..., plus she had climbed an absurd number of steps upwards so it made sense that she was at least, reasonable much further away from the underground sewers than the flooded streets she had left behind not so long before.

There was however, one thing that had left her confused.

The steps...

Those bloody steps that she had follow here, they had disappeared at the first step of that stair....

Why..? And how...? There were no other steps that told that it had backtracked anywhere, no marks on the walls or.

Had it teleported?

Had he or she known that she was following and decided that it was better to leave without a trace or something else occurred to take away and force them to leave so abruptly when they appeared to be rather ?