Fallen Angel *Ghirahim x Reader* (Discontinued)

Chapter four

The library was a relaxing place for Ghirahim, a place where he can drown his thoughts and ignore the world around him. However, his thoughts were occupied with the previous night's events. The tune kept repeating itself over and over in his head, it was a soothing tune though. Strangely though, he felt as if he knew that tune, there was a book somewhere that mentioned a similar tune.

Teleporting from one bookshelf to another, the Demon Lord pulled a book out, skimmed through the pages then put it back if there was nothing about it. After a couple of minutes of searching, he found something of use.

          The song is known as Spirit's Sorrow. Commonly sung or played by spirits that do not come from the afterlife but a different realm. Yet, there is little to no evidence that prove the realm actually exists. It is (apparently) called The Fade. 

Ghirahim noticed how few pages this topic had, barely three pages. He set the book on a desk and continued to search for any other books about The Fade. On the bookshelf next to the fireplace, he found one book about The Fade. It was thinner than the other books but at least it was something. 

          Not much is known about The Fade as it is (if it exists) a realm where no one could enter physically. The only information found were forms of stories that were carved into the walls of ancient temples that have long since crumbled away. There were a few things that could be recorded, thankfully. The Fade was seen as a place for monstrous demons and innocent spirits. The spirits are more generous than demons, especially Compassion Spirits. Despite being one of the more rarer kinds, they are always trying to help anyone they come across.

Ghirahim paused from reading. If (Y/N) knows the Spirit's Sorrow song, could that make her a spirit? He shook his head, that is ridiculous. Just because she may know a song does not make her a spirit. He turned the page to find a difficult to understand drawing of what could be The Fade. The image must be old or smudged by time that made it difficult to decipher.

          There is a way that a spirit or a demon could escape The Fade, usually a Summoning Circle is used, which is difficult to preform and get the result you want. But it is possible for one to escape if enough disturbance is caused or something with powerful enough shock waves that  could actually rip a hole in The Fade but this is unknown to be true or not. 

Again, the Demon Lord's head began to conjure up possibilities for this. If something that could cause a strong enough shock wave? Such as the defeat of a Demon King? His breath seemed to stop. He remembered the day Master Demise was sealed by the Goddess, he caught a glimpse of a dark green glow in the sky that day, only a small one but it sealed itself. Could it have been The Fade being disturbed that caused the rift? And if a spirit did fall out, they would be too weak to do anything so they would need to rest and (Y/N) said she woke up in a lake with no memory of how she got there. Has (Y/N) been regaining her strength over these years and that's why they only met recently?

Before he could think anymore, Ghirahim slammed the book shut and panted slightly.  A long sigh escaped his white lips, he was jumping to conclusions far too quickly. A light chuckle left this lips. He has spent too much time inside, he needed to go for a walk. Maybe he should bring (Y/N) along then he could put any suspicious thoughts to rest.

A peaceful sleep did not present itself to the (E/C) eyed female. She was reading a book and she must have fallen asleep by mistake. Her right hand carefully traced a phantom wound on her arm where the demon grabbed her and sunk its claws in. Its low growl still fresh in her ears, its foul, hot breath still lingered against her pale skin, and the corner of the room provided no sort of comfort. She did not cry. She just stared and breathed a little quick but she tried to calm her shallow breathing. Even though they were just dream, nightmares even, sh could not help but wonder why they were so vivid. Why they felt realistic rather than a nightmare.