•Comatose•

•Chapter Four•

•Third person POV•

The sound of footfalls echoed loudly in the barren corridors. The air in the dark corridor smelt stale with blood and bleach. The walls cold to the touch and not a single thing seemed out of place.

Within the corridor, one tall, lone figure walked with casual grace. Black hair draped down the shoulders of a crimson eyed man. Horns, reminiscent of an elks branched out and decorated with golden cuffs and chains, looking more like an invaluable head dress then something that was a simple part of him.

Arriving at his destination, he place his hand on an obsidian door that pulses with internal energy. The foreign energy scans his hand before it unlocks and clacks open. Behind the door is a room that looked more like the inside of a cave. With clear blue water pooling in the center of the room, where a lone, smooth stone about six feet wide sat. Making a small island within the pool of warm water.

Taking off his shoes, Agrona tread the waist deep water carefully over to the stone island before sitting down cross legged. Slowly, he relaxed into a meditative state. Feeling his consciousness drift farther and farther away from his own body, until he could feel the young, solemn consciousness of someone else.

His eyes opened to reveal molten golden hues instead of blood red eyes. He no longer saw a cavern before him, but instead a dreary white room. Outside a nearby window, he could see rain. Looking down at his hands, he found them to be smaller and dainty.

Sobbing pulled his attention to the bed on the other side of the room. He gazed out at the scene before him, and mentally found himself smiling.

The elven princess sat next to the prone form of Arthur Leywin. His chest no longer rose with air, his skin pale and cold.

He is dead.

Arthur Leywin is finally dead.

'Perfect.' Agrona hummed as he willed the small body he took over, to walk towards the dead boy wonder. He could feel the agony his daughter is in, having her bond severed from her must've felt like hell on earth.

'Not for much longer my daughter. Soon, that pain will fade and so will your memories of him.' He thought to himself as he came to a stop. The Leywin boy looked tired. As if he'd only just fell asleep after being awake for days. The dark circles underneath his eyes seemed to deepen. A stark contrast to his pale skin. The cries of his family, his friends and even his comrades echoed in the room.

'You must have been so loved, Leywin. So why did they let you die like this, hm? Broken and defeated....'

Turning to leave the room, a smirk branched across his face as we waited for what was to come...

In three.

Two..

One...

*BOOOM*

In only seconds, the occupants of that room were in a frenzy. The sounds of spellfire and screams echoed in the castle halls. Guards came and went as his most trusted general took down the lances and whoever else got in his way.

Agrona could feel his daughters despair as she fought to come forward, trying to repossess her own body.

He tamped down the feeling to watch the chaos.

To watch the agony and despair on the faces of those lessers as his Scythe took hold, the limp body of Arthur Leywin.

To watch as the dead boy's family cry out in desperation as the lone Scythe walked calmly through the breached wall.

They all watch as the body of that boy disappeared in the arms of their enemy.

Oh but the sweet cries of the elven princess. She was practically burning with hatred. The vines around her writhed out of control and the emerald color they were grew darker and darker with every scream she unleashed. All until the vines are black with scythe like thorns. Emerald eyes slowly shifted into obsidian, both iris and sclera alike. Her once silver hair turned pitch black whilst the runes that rested on her skin turned a bloody red hue, glowing ominously against her ghostly pale skin.

Dark mana exploded from within her core, knocking everyone back from the sheer force of it. Her rage reached its peak as she let loose a godforsaken screech. Yet, before anything more could happen, her blackened eyes widened as she collapsed to her knees, holding her abdomen as she lurched over in what looked to be pain.

'Interesting...' He thought with a raised brow. Before he could do anything about it, his consciousness was forced out and with a deep breath, he settled back into himself.

"My, my. What a magnificent display of rage. I'll have to get a hold of her as well." Agrona chuckled as he stood up, walking into the water before emerging out of it and exiting to room.

As the obsidian door closed behind him, he couldn't shake the excitement at having finally gotten a hold of that boy.

"He will make a fine puppet." Agrona hummed in muted satisfaction. Nodding to himself, he ascended the stairs from which he came, anticipation bubbling beneath the surface of his hide. Almost impatient with the time he knew it would take to fully secure the boy in his grasp, he minutely waved over one of his scythes.

"You be on me, Lord Agrona?"

"Viessa, I want you to move forward with your preparations in Darv. Effective immediately." Agrona held a sharp gaze, red eyes piercing into his subordinate with the slyness of a fox.

"Yes, my lord. I shall see that it be done." Viessa bowed deeply as she whisked away with an air of certainty.

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