A Life, Unforgotten

The Void Embraces The Light

Light shrieked as he'd slammed into the hardened earth of the forest floor, a mess of a tar-like substance clinging to his wings, his hands, his face. His face. In spite of the wind having been knocked out of him, he'd furiously tried to claw at the tar, and while his fingers tried to form the deadly claws of a Guardian, something kept reverting the shift. The tar seemed to sap his energy, mismatched eyes struggling to stay open as he fought this substance with one hand and attempted to drag himself away with the other, flickering between the black, swirling vortex behind him and the free world ahead. He tried not to look at the twisted way his leg looked, though black spots danced in his vision just as another form stepped out of the portal.

Sure, the form was humanoid, but to call it human... no. It was shrouded in darkness, and piercing red eyes glowered with hatred behind it all. It advanced slowly, knowing without question that it had the upper hand this time. Light's eyes flooded with tears, and as he'd tried to lash his magic, his mind, anything out, every part of him that was in contact with the tar b u r n e d . There was a muffled scream behind the black mask, and as the figure descended over Light, it solidified.

And it was a face much like his own. Similar features, but as if dipped in a starless sky. Simply empty of colour and hue, devoid of any emotion in its eyes past a gleeful hatred, much like a predator catching its most elusive prey. Its grin was twisted, sickening, and as it leaned down with ice-cold, venomous hands to grab Light by the hair, the Guardian almost lost consciousness.

But it was those very same wicked hands that could simply brush the tar away with ease, forming a clean, meticulous orb within its palm, and Light's pleading lungs ballooned with air. Before he could get a word out, though, or even catch his breath properly, the midnight creature had twisted its wrist again and managed to shove the black orb into his mouth. Into his lungs.

Light's eyes grew wide instantly, and he'd tried to recoil but it seemed like this creature's hand held fast in those blue curls. Words failed to describe the pain, and just as his body borderline convulsed at the first sensation, the hand left his hair. His body twisted, attempted at first to hack and cough the foreign presence out, but he could feel it snaking into each of his lungs. Making him feel as if he was suffocating slowly, painfully. Again he tried to claw at himself, this time at his chest. His breaths were short, gasping, shallow, nothing eased this nightmarish feeling, and eventually he'd borderline collapsed with these pained breaths intermixed with the contractions of an attempt to heave it from his body.

It was with fiery eyes that he'd turned his head, fingers digging into the earth to give him some way to ground himself. Focus, inhale, try, something, /anything./ He could only weasel out one question, the rapid and shallow breaths making it impossible to speak very easily. "Why - why - who are - you - what do - you wa - want —"

The humanoid had its grin only grow, and it leaned down, hardly an inch from his ear to whisper in a poison-soaked voice, "Call me Void, and I want you to slowly suffocate while I watch. You've got some time before you pass out, you've only recently become dependent on breathing, and I'd like to see how you spend it."

Light jerked his head back, frustrated and wanting to scream. The creature — Void — had dangled Light's phone over him briefly, before actually grabbing the dying Angel's hand and pressing it into his palm. The green that laced its way up Light's arm caused a short sob to escape him, it felt like he'd dipped that hand into a vat of acid and tried to just wash it off with cold water. The removed contact had it burn more, but he's fumbling with his phone. Sending out a text to three people, ones he prays can help. Someone. Anyone. Though his chest constricted, and he'd rolled on his side as a dribble of something vile and black left the corner of his mouth. His breaths wheezed, and he'd gagged at the acrid taste of the ink feeling as though it were melting his lungs from the inside out.

Before he could get a response though, 'Void' had taken the angel's broken leg in one hand, using that to pull him along again. Hauling him through the black portal without pause, Light's now blue-tipped and numb fingers desperately grasping at his phone.

He'd tried to bury one last hand in the ground, one more struggle against the theft of his own self, before his entirety was dragged through, leaving behind but a few feathers glued to the ground with the black sticky substance.

Light's in trouble. And he might not make it out alive this time.