The Eyes

The Void

-Viktor-

I was sucked into an endless blackness. I could see specks of lights in the distance, but when I could actually propel myself forward, they never got closer. I didn't like trying to go anywhere in this space anyway. I had to move in awkward ways, flailing my arms about. I didn't have any way to siphon power from anywhere in here either. There was no way I could do spells.

As I didn't have anywhere to go or anything to do, I only had time to ponder. I wondered how long I was in here. My stomach growled with the lack of food and my mouth was growing dry. I was aching from having no magic running across my skin. I longed for it back. I needed it back.

My mind also wondered to the old man. His power was hidden at first, but once I got a glimpse of it, I knew he was no ordinary demon. He was more than a demon. His power was like Father's, in a way. I knew my father was as powerful as my grandmother, maybe even more so. He was only a fraction of her age. Maybe that old man was in relation to Grandmother and Father in some way. He didn't pull Father into this endless prison. His goal was only me.

Grandmother put that man up to it. I killed her favorite grandson. Of course she would want me to be imprisoned. The only thing that I couldn't figure out was who that old man was. Why would grandmother pick him? Why didn't she come after me herself? I knew of her hatred towards me, so what was holding her back?

During my thought process, something in the distance brightened and I could see a faint figure enter the Void. The figure started to grow closer and as it did, I noticed it had the same aura of the old man, but looked much different. He had the same eyes, but he was completely without any other pigment. He wore white clothing with white hair and pale skin. He floated to me easily enough. I envied his mobility.

Once he reached me, his blank face turned to me. "Viktor, we meet finally." His voice was very monotone and without any emotion. It reminded me more of a robot than anything else.

"Who are you?" I snapped. It was annoying that he was here and not freeing me.

"I am many beings. You may call me Cyprio. That is all you need to know."

I furrowed my brows. I had never heard of this man. If he was such a powerful being, why haven't I read of him in texts? Had he erased all data abut himself? Impossible. "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to tell you why you are here. Avila-your grandmother-had me capture you. You killed your bother."

His monotone irritated me even more than usual. "He is not my bother! That abomination shares no blood of mine."

His face seemed to change in a way. "You are twins. You are half demon just as he is." He continued speaking before I could disagree. "He is no longer dead anyway. He has been resurrected. He is no longer just a half demon. He will be so much more." I saw something in his eyes change as well. Pride? Sadness? Fear? I couldn't tell. It was gone before I could tell.

"What do you mean Vincent is still alive?" I demanded.

Amusement played in his voice, though it was still monotone and blank. "You will soon see, my child. Just wait."

Then he disappeared, leaving me once again in the maddening emptiness. I was sure I would soon go insane in here. I was trapped in this Void to rot, or to be mocked, I didn't know which.