The Most Powerful (The Depths)

Chapter 1 (I've Survived Through It All)

Opal

I quickly moved past my fellow college students roaming the corridor, eager to escape to an empty classroom to study alone. People ignored me as we brushed by one another, therefore I was never close to anyone besides my parents. But, I guess that could be my fault. I'm not really that good at socializing with people my age; they believe me to be too intense. I, however, had better things to do with my time. Or, at least, that's what I tried to convince myself.

I entered my professor's room, (who believed me to be obsessed with my studies) but he was nowhere in sight. I sighed softly, deciding to visit the coffee shop downtown to get energy from caffeine in my system. I turned back to the corridor, a man standing in the crowd of people. I self-consciously glanced behind me to see if he was looking at someone else, anyone else. But then I realized behind me was an empty room.

Looking back into the crowd, he had vanished. How could I have a stalker if I don't even talk to anyone? Even creepier, he was mysteriously attractive.

I made my way to my car, quickly getting away from the busy traffic in the University's parking lot. I took a double take when glancing behind me, the same man standing in a crowd down the street, nowhere near fitting in with the black tuxedo and black trench coat. I got in my car anyway, listening to the satisfying sound of safety when my doors locked from the outside world.

I looked to my left at the stoplight at the jet black Camaro, noticing the same guy. There's no way I was hallucinating. As soon as the light turned green, I stepped on the pedal, speeding away from the small car.

At least now I knew what he looked like after being up close and personal. Black hair, and pale skin were the memorable features, just in case I had to report it, alongside his strange outerwear. But either way, I would avoid bumping into him at any point and time in my life.

Amathist

I finally escaped. After everything, I had gotten away. It may have taken much change and torment, but at least I wasn't trapped for eternity.

I crawled from a mirror, my durable body slamming onto a glass floor. I screamed and thrashed from my own reflection in mirrors placed on walls all around the room. I quickly calmed myself when realizing my reflection covered in sticky blood, especially on my face. Although, the blood was far too dry to wipe from my skin.

I found my way out of the maze into a hallway that was dimly-lit with black walls and floors. The ceiling was an off-black from what I could tell. I pulled out my bloody samurai sword from the casing, wielding it in preparation. But the weapon suddenly flung from my hands without my control.

I instantly spun around for a roundhouse kick, which they then caught. I hopped for balance on my last foot, but was pulled down anyhow onto my ass. The flames in his eyes grew visible when he put his weight on me, pinning me to the ground. I brought my knee up to kick him in the nuts, but he simply grunted in reaction to the pain.

"You little bitch," he growled, throwing away from me. As soon as he released, I went in for another kick, to which he used his powers to force me into a sit.

"Don't you know who I am?" He spat with authority.

"Satan, the Devil," I instantly replied. "I had to face your demons back in Hell."

"Oh. No hard feelings?" He smirked, kneeling down in front of me. "Look, I'm sure you've heard of the Chosen Ones, yes?"

"What do you think? I've been in Hell, literally."

"Ah, yes. You were the child Viberant Dawn sold to me."

I froze in absolute horror. I trusted Viberant, how could I have been so wrong?