(DISCONTINUED) Persona 5 AU - Reality Beyond Red

ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ

[ Teaser ]

There was nothing that could be done.

The strong scent drizzled down the black and rusty walls—coloured in red as if splashed upon by someone who didn't have the skills to paint. Nevertheless, it stood out amongst the all too dull room. The rain has its own scent of course, but the red that flooded the floors and walls were just too strong—almost empowering. It gave off a certain emotion to those in the nearby area, almost.. as if it was crying. Something that sent a chill down the back of their spines. Fear? Rage? Sadness? Agony, No one knows.

The dripping of red liquid played in the background, the sky turned monochrome and the night was just silent—almost TOO silent, as if the whole world had gone mute. Even if it seemed that way, the faint footsteps of emerging figures came to be and the world didn't seem so mute anymore.

From the corner of the dark cell, from the deep cracks of the stone walls, two figures conversed in darkness, a mix of expressions plastered upon their faces.

One had exaggerated features as he was seated by a lone cold table, his face barely viewable by the shadows that covered most of his appearance. His grin was all it took for people around him to run in fear. His lips were dry and cracked—as if not touched for a long time, with big dark eye bags underneath his cheek-bones. His eyes glared into human souls, displaying the slightest sanity he had left in him as his attire was nothing out of the ordinary, just a normal suit.

Dressed in all black, his accompaniment was no different.

It was a boy. A quiet young boy that didn't look like he had seen the worst of the world yet. He had bright golden eyes that matched with his bushy frilled hair. Along with a black long coat worn over his shoulders, a plain grey sleeveless shirt was worn underneath, contrasting with his black trousers and crimson red gloves. As his posture looked grandly, his head held up high, glaring through the area around him which was covered with nothing but the rattling of black chains and the slight cries of shadows beyond the cell.

A snicker escaped from the shadowed man—he seemed to be enjoying every second of this confrontation, not so much for the boy in the black long coat. He was angry much less flustered by the inhuman choice the shadowed man had labeled upon him in the cell they stood in.

"You disgust me, Yaldabaoth." He said in a frustrated tone, his palms clenched tightly as to hold his emotions together.

"Now, Now Joker, no need to be so hostile." Joker released a hateful glare, his figure unable to move around a certain distance as he felt his wrists sting from the tight chains that grasped him. Although looking rusted, the chains had a significant sustainability to them, able to apprehend Joker, the most fearless, infamous and ruthless criminals to ever exist in the world of Mementos. He held power that was beyond any shadow, he had the ability to hold multiple abilities and it was a certain god that desired that power, hence why Joker was locked up in an isolated cell, restrained from ever seeing the outside world beyond his steel bars. His life before being locked was a blur to him, nothing really peaked his interest to stay in his mind as Joker only really remembered the cries of help from the shadows that populated Mementos, how they begged to not die from the hands of Joker who they knew showed no mercy whatsoever.

He was dangerous, beyond powerful; that reason alone led him to being accompanied by nothing but chains and the red atmosphere of Mementos, the place filled by the desired will of the masses. It never really crossed Joker's mind as to where the desires led to. He only heard from time to time that there was a world above them and that no one has been able to pass through. A strange gateway held between Mementos and whatever world manifested beyond it, people of Mementos would ever dare go beyond the borders between two worlds.