A statement of a soul | Raphael x Reader

15. The saviour

The tiny thread of your control snaps, leaving your vision blurred, covered with red. Your senses work in overdrive, everything around you becomes too much and too little at the same time. You feel a wet splash across your face, but can't distinguish what it is. You no longer seem to be laying on the floor, but if that is not the case, what is happening? Are you moving? Or are you standing up, trying to fight whatever force is invading your brain?

No.

You have already lost.

'TAV!' Keith shouts and casts Hold Person on you, which disappears the second it lands on your body.

You watch the scene through your own eyes, but not actually seeing or registering anything that is going on. The sounds coming to your ears are foul but somehow they are not affecting you even in the slightest way. What happened to the spell? Did Keith stop the cast?

The tingling sensation in your fingertips manages to bring back a part of your consciousness. You realize that you cast a Counterspell against the Hold Person. But, this can't be. This is a Weave-based spell and a demanding one at that; you've never used it before.

A flash of light appears in your vision and you try to blink away the blurriness, only to find out that your own eyelids won't listen to your command. Your arm reaches forward on seemingly its own accord and tilts backwards under some unknown force.

Keith grits his teeth, pushing the edge of his enchanted great sword across your right palm. Your skin is covered in scales, protecting the hand from getting damaged, but the radiant light breaks through the barrier, burning it away and allowing the blade to reach the flesh. A trail of blood runs down your forearm, sending an awfully cold shiver down your whole body.

Keith pushes your arm away and hits your head with the blunt handle of the sword. You stumble backwards, hitting a nearby table.

'What's happening?' your own thoughts echo around your skull.

The overwhelming mixes of overstimulation, complete numbness, dizziness, clarity, darkness and dancing lights suddenly make you recall your experience in the House of Hope.

'Is this incubus magic?' you ask yourself as if you were a spectator of your own actions, unable to understand any of them. 'No, it's too strong.'

Your body falls and gets back up immediately after, resuming its assault. For a brief moment, the light is gone from your vision and a tingling sensation appears once again. Your muscles push you forward, dashing ahead at a ridiculously high speed, as if chasing after someone.

You manage to furrow your brows, finally feeling a single clear sensation - the tension of muscles around your eyes and forehead. You focus all of your attention and as the precious seconds pass, you feel it spreading down, towards your nose and your whole mouth. You can sense your tongue moving, chanting some kind of a spell in a foreign to you language. Split seconds later, the hearing comes back and you are capable of distinguishing your own voice amongst other sounds around you. The words leaving your mouth are sinister, unknown, filled with malice, but none of them make sense. You've heard sounds like these before, when Mizora summoned the Sisters of Justice.

'Cleave her head off her body!' the young paladin shouts at Keith. He is crawling away, pressing a deep wound marking the base of his neck.

'Master Keith!' the half-orc woman calls.

As you manage to blink on your own accord, a blinding pain slices through your back. The scar is scorching hot, like a molten lava poured slowly onto your flesh. The agony clouds your vision and despite having your eyes open, you feel as if there were some blind spots on your eyeballs themselves.