Venator : Devil's Moon

XXVI H U M A N

I know I'm updating after like 20 days and the chapter is also quite small. I'd been polishing the previous chapters and the edits are taking time. And also the real life is getting more busy so I've less time for writing. So I'm very sorry and I'll see to it I act according to my schedule and so improve my posting frequency.

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"What happened?" I heard a cracked voice. It was Pamela.

Her voice was completely drained. But it seemed more lifeless when it entered my ears. Something was wrong with my sense of hearing. It was as if it had been sleeping all this time and was now returning back to duty, slowly. Actually, all of my senses felt that way. All my nerves felt that way.

Then I became conscious of the leather surface of the couch on which I'd been lying. Though I'd been in my head for just one or at most two hours considering real time reference, it felt like an eternity. An infinite eternity. I could now understand what exactly Calypso must be suffering through. But unlike her comfortable life, I'd been hovering here and there in the ocean of drakness, my mind finally getting destroyed by Pamela's statement and my psyche, by the supernova.

After the mind cracking session, the stable, non-vibrating, non-erupting surface of the couch felt like heaven to me. After being trapped in such darkness, even pale moonlight seemed like a dazzling radiance like that of a star to me.

But wait, I still couldn't see anything.

My sense of hearing and touch were almost revived. And now came the chance of thinking and processing.

I soon focused my attention on Pamela's question. And then I was again dragged back to the outer world through my hearing. My eyes simply won't open up yet.

"What happened? You ask me?" Said a very surprised and alarmed Sebastian.

"You two first sit with eyes wide open, then continously look here and there as if possessed. Then you start screaming and whispering every once in a while and finally collapse on one another. Your body burns at 100 degrees and white fluid oozes through your eyes and...and you ask me what happened?"

I didn't need any sense of vision to see the ocean of worries breaking apart through his blue eyes. His troubled voice made it very clear.

I tried to sit up straight but realised I couldn't move. It wasn't that my muscles were too stiff or that my bones were cracked, the latter being more plausible considering the supernova.

It was the same ghostly feeling I'd been feeling until now.

I couldn't sense my body. Yes, I could hear, I could feel the warm couch beneath me. It was as if I were the same ghostly figure from before with most of senses removed. I couldn't open my eyes or move a muscle. Perhaps my body was waking up in stages.

"Pam, you okay?" Sebastian asked as he kept staring at a dead silent Pamela. She obviously was not okay. If the idea of three gates threatened her knowledge to this degree, I wondered how grave exactly my situation was.

"I...I don't know." Pamela managed.

But this time, in order to know Sebastian's reaction, I'd got my tool back. My sense of vision had finally returned.

I stretched open my eyes.

I was indeed laying on the couch. Pamela was sitting upright beside me while Sebastian was looking at her with the same level of gravity he showed when he noticed my open eyes. His grim shade of eyes had turned further surprised.

Pamela was like the Miss Universe of this weird stuff knowledge. And her admittance that she'd no clue of what was going on was something Sebastian had thought he'd never hear. He might accept Earth moved from west to east ( It indeed does, but science was never really a thing for hunters, so they chose otherwise ) but he'd never believe the all-knowing Pamela not having any answers. And if she didn't, he realised how serious my situation was. We both gulped down our fears.