What doesn't kill you makes you wish you were dead. Got a hole in my soul, growing deeper and deeper. And I can't take one more moment of this silence. The loneliness is haunting me. And the weight of the world's getting harder to hold up.
I was standing in the kitchen cooking when they showed up. The four boys pop into my kitchen. Each look around before throwing themselves on the couches.
It comes in waves, I close my eyes. Hold my breath and let it bury me. I'm not okay, and it's not alright. Won't you drag the lake and bring me home again?
Cyrus hops onto of the counter as I make my food. He just sits there and drills holes in the side of my head. It's odd how he stares.
Who will fix me now? Dive in when I'm down? Save me from myself, don't let me drown. Who will make me fight? Drag me out alive? Save me from myself, don't let me drown.
"GOD DAMN IT MORCEE. PUT THE MATCHES AWAY NOW." Vicente screams at the other male in the living room.
What doesn't destroy you, leaves you broken instead. Got a hole in my soul growing deeper and deeper. And I can't take one more moment of this silence. The loneliness is haunting me. And the weight of the world's getting harder to hold up.
"Why are you staring at me?" A grin breaks out of Cyrus' face. A sword pops into his hand as he pushes it towards me.
Drawing the blade from its sheath I inspect the blade. Intricate engravings twist up the hilt and into the blade. A tint of green slices up the middle.
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"A keeper's blade?" I swing the sword around testing the balanced blade.
"From the fourth realm. Think of it as a gift and a down payment." A twisted smile steps moves onto his face.
"Fourth realm. Mine for the taking?" Shouts come from the living room.
"Yours for the having." He gives off a light laugh only to turn around and yell at the three other people occupying my house.
I smirk at Cyrus. I have secured another realm without even lifting a finger. This arrangement seems to work more in my favor then theirs, and that's what is important.
While they argue, I form a portal in an unused room. Walking into the world, I snear at the multitude of colors.
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I stalk towards the large looming structure. The place locked with a sword sized key missing.
"Quid me quaeritis." The door opens into an empty room. Nothing but a tattooed Asian.
"Looking for this?" He holds a spell book page. "Think of this as an insurance policy. When we get Midgard, you get the page." The page disappears into thin air along with him.
"Fucking hell." The little bitch is tricker than expected. I never really did find out why he was locked in the depths of Hell with me, or how he got out.
Pacing around, I look around the room, and think where he could have hidden it. If I can find the page first, I will destroy him and his friends for taking what is rightfully mine. He just became number one of my to kill list. No one betrays me and lives.
All of a sudden, Koren appears standing infront of me. "Alvah, you are the not the only person who holds a piece of the spell book. There is another in Midgard. She possesses the creation spell."
"She. The creation spell. Magic in that adolescent realm? What are you going on about?"This day keeps getting worse.
"Yes you daft dumbass. A creation spell. Yes magic. Yes it works. She. A women. Someone to rival you."
"Does she hold any pages?"
"No, she holds no pages, yet she knows now, and she will go after them." He looks around wildly.
"Give me a name." He's losing focus as the time passes. Someone must be trying to summon him. No inhabitant of Hell can deny a summon.
"Nemese Kalliope." Hands reach up from the ground and pull Koren's body into the depths of Hell to answer his summons.
