Cryptic Asunder [Ver. 3 outdated]

13: Beware the Dragon

AN: There's a really gross and gory scene in this chapter as well, you have been warned!

Galdoria- A goddess who made the bridge between the spirit world and Fupum. Believers of this goddess or "Galdorians" claim the ability to contact these spirits along with the dead. This religion dates back about 1,000 years or so.

Chapter thirteen: Beware the Dragon

As the screaming gathers into one place I realize something. "Reina, you go ahead over to where the shouts are coming from, Vensen is probably in that direction."

"What about you?"

Our feet stomp against the semi-paved road as buildings burn up around us and smoke fills the air.

"I have to get something from Zaru's place."

We split up and I continue over to my destination. The smoke becomes heavy as it's sucked into my lungs. The hacking finally forces me to tear off a piece of my new black jacket to cover my mouth as I run between the orange flames. When I get to the house, it seems to be untouched by the blazes, for now, so I hurry over to the flower pot at the front window and snatch the key from underneath to unlock the door whilst fumbling from the adrenaline. Once the door opens, I dash inside towards my room and see my dagger near my mattress, sheathed like I left it. After grabbing it quickly, I bolt out of the house and continue onto tracking Vensen. The blade is released from the old and tethered scabbard as I run deeper into the inferno with the sheath abandoned to the ground. Before I realize it, something trips me and I fall straight to the dirt. I feel something grabbing my ankle and I look to see a shadowy creature with blaring red eyes. I slash it across the face with my blade and it streaks away like smoke. More appear around me as I get up from the ground and they start to gain up. Sorry Reina, but I might be a little late.

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With Vensen

Vensen steps onto the railing from where the man jumped and gently glides his way down towards the ground with his robe ever so fluttering majestically as if it's the thing keeping him from turning into a splattered puddle of red himself. The caucus backs away to give him room as his feet delicately touch the pounded dirt and he lands safely.

For some reason, the people hesitate to think about either standing before him or being consumed by the hell that burns behind them.

His tenebrific glow from the night and illumination by the fire sets off a new earth-shattering demeanor from this creature who wields such power. With his slick and demonic voice, another nerve-wrecking phrase escapes his dark lips, "There you are my little lambs, now, be good sheep, and die."

A small pebble taps his forehead and jolts him from the scene.

It was none other than Reina who plans to take her revenge of his lie. "You better think twice before you take another soul!"

His gaze towards her softens. "Do you not think it's a bit late for you to be making threats dear? Half of these people are dead already, and you want me to stop?" Yet another chuckle comes out before his next line, "I can take as many souls as I like, and no one has the power to stop me." A burst of orange flames from him flowers out among the crowd and devours them.

Reina shields her eyes from the sudden burning gust and piercing light of the fire. The screaming from the people drowns in the sounds of grumbling blazes. She tries to look beyond the fire that surrounds her and sees Vensen emerge from the orange rage coming towards her like a ghost.