[ Discovery ] : Inferno, FTO

24% || Arachnophobia

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'' Nightmare By Design ''

Tryhardninja & Hipsta Clique

"What are you waiting for?" She complained loudly, Suzume shoving a spoonful of soup toward my face.

Though I couldn't care less about how disgusting the soup tasted, I felt horrid. I didn't know how but I had fallen ill for the first time in what felt like forever. Quarts quietly whispered from beside me, her healing spell doing very little on my body, it made sense that I'd be so immune to all holy magic, as for Suzume's odd soup– my throat felt much better.

It tasted horrendous and was made from all the weird sprout plants she had lying around her. Though the truly rough and grimy taste it seemed to be doing quite well to heal me.

I wondered if this was something she had learned in Illumina, was it something the Nightshade taught her?

Horror crept from the corners of my mind every time that name passed through it. The Nightshade is the most hidden group of spies and assassins of EVIL's entire guild. Sometimes it horrified me, when I stood in that circle, that I was one of them.

Maybe the weakest, but I belonged to something as terrifying as them.

I belonged.

There was no hiding myself there, all of us from around the world, different species, different magics, different families, no connections, little risks. We were a group made to dig up and end disasters that fucked around and found out.

I was a priest pretty much, my job was to handle exercises and the banishing of the unholy spirits. My job around this mansion was to corner down the Hollowgasts during the final mission.

Closing my eyes I listened to everyone shift out from around me, Quarts and Suzume quietly arguing with each other on what thing was truly the healer of my illness. The click of the door behind them my sweet release.

The itching feeling of the spider on my hand finally released, It's long legs crawling from under my bedsheets and climbing up the wall to the shelf slowly.

Staring at it, I felt the absolute disgust shift over me as the sickening crackle of bones filled my bedroom. That thing was lucky I hadn't smacked it against a wall when it first touched me.

Sitting on top of my wardrobe, a spider-like person stared down at me with six blinking black eyes. Three pairs of arms flung around them and one hanging on to the pipe lining above them. The spider-person wore the clothes of a jester, maniacal giggling echoed in the sewers from their little outburst. Skin deathly pale and yet hued blue. The dark failed to let me separate if their hair was blue or black.

"Moi-moi, what do you need?" I coughed out.

"Will you be healthy enough to finish your job, Ichi? Or must we find another Priest to do the job for you?" It's voice to surgery sweet, it gave me the chills. Their voice chimed with trills like some kind of animal I had never heard before, an alien perhaps.

I didn't know what the hell Moi-moi was, I just knew they were not one to mess with. Our first mission– with the holloghasts, they tore one apart and ate it for lunch like it did to slayers. They always made jokes about eating people, asking how good they'd taste.

They terrified me, truely they gave me arachnophobia before I knew what that word meant.

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24%

Arachnophobia

Hunting Hearts

Date: November 4th, 2024

until next time reader. . .

❝𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫❞

Moi-moi is a humanoid experiment, because of being sold to a private agency when she was a child and being raised to be a superhuman Moi-moi has no concept of family, love, or even culture. They only know to kill and pray on every corpse they get their hands on, their pretty much the "release the baby" of the nightshade.

[ A / N ] : 

MOI-MOI MY SPIDER BABY IS ACTIVE LOLL