Chapter 37: Burning Shadow
A tall man walked in an illuminated hall covered with glass that magnified the power of the sun. Most would be blinded by the intensity of the light, yet the man walked as if everything was normal.
The man was completely covered by a long red dress that covered him from head to toes with some golden inscriptions along his robe. His face was covered by a golden round mask with twisted horns on its edge, and the center was the motif of a large smile that almost exceeded the outline of the mask. Finally, its eyes were shaped to be shown to be wide open, as if he wanted to tell that he was constantly looking at everyone.
The only other part noticeable from him was his hand, which was covered by a long golden glove with some crimson on its fingers.
Of course, this colour wasn't there normally, instead, it came from the blood of the little kid he was grabbing by his white hair. The kid was also covered by his own blood, but it was mostly on his short kimono, which didn't even cover his shoulder, that the blood was concentrated, whether it was from old or new blood. But what was sure, was that it all came from him.
However, even all the blood on its body wasn't able to overshadow the crimson in his eye. Despite looking as lifeless as his body, his eyes were still the most brilliant thing in the whole room, including the sun.
"Stop bleeding, you're making a mess on my floor." The tall man suddenly ordered Luciel as he continued to talk to him.
And indeed, Luciel's blood was indeed leaking from his broken leg all over the ground, but he had no way to see it. Yet, he didn't dispute the order, as he simply made it stop.
He received no words of thanks from his father despite having fulfilled his task, not that he was expecting any.
After all, it was his fault that he dirtied the floor, he just had to not breathe too hard if he didn't want to cause this mess in the first place. After all, his progenitor had warned him by whipping him that he wasn't allowed to do it, yet he still did it.
Of course he didn't notice any variation in intensity between his breath, but if his father said he did, then he must be right.
But that was only for his broken leg, the reason why his progenitor even bothered himself to touch the abomination that he was was because he had committed yet another sin.
Luciel had stolen a piece of bread.
The punishment of course had to be at the size of his sin, yet his father said he was feeling merciful today, which was why after breaking his arm, he allowed him to pay back his sins with a simple task.
Protecting the egg of the sun.
Which was the location he was bringing him to, and also the place Luciel liked the least.
The reason became apparent when the Emperor of the Barren opened the door at the end of the hallways. Immediately, both of them were faced against a torrent of light, as if the other mirror had the only task of amplifying the ray of the sun, those in this room were condensing it, creating an unbelievable amount of heat and light so dense that it would almost feel possible to touch it as if it was white wall. All of these installation were destined only for an egg, which was carefully placed in the middle of the room, generating even more heat than the combination of every light inside the room.
Even the Chosen of the Sun didn't want to stand in the room more than needed, so he simply launched Luciel toward the pillar, making his back break. Luciel's body then fell like a ragdoll onto the ground, as his progenitor slammed the door behind him, leaving him into the light.
The moment he left, Luciel immediately started to hold his broken part as tears flowed out of his eye, but they immediately sizzled up and started to melt his skin.. "It's hurt..." He murmured between his tears, but without any specification about what was hurting the most...he probably didn't know either.
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Leuko : Blind to the Sunshine
Fanfiction*Cover made by @scarletspecter as a birthday gift, many thanks to her* There exists a lot of unfounded fears in this world. Some people are afraid of dying, others are afraid of the dark, and if they're truly delusional, they would be afraid of poke...
