wait for me [illumi zoldyck]

Canto XII: Ring 2

Mia

Everything was a void. How long had I been laying on the ground is unknown to me. My vision had weakened due to the lack of lighting in the surrounding area. Occasionally in the distance a flicker of orange and yellow would appear but quickly vanish. Usually when this would happen they would appear.

They were large birds who adorned the face of pointed women with venomous eyes. Their skin seemed to glow in the darkness, highlighting their angular features and gold tipped noses; beautiful creatures, when disregarding their ruthless red eyes. When they would come visit they would, just as the orange and yellow lights, quickly vanish. However, in their little time spent with me, it was utterly Hell.

All of their red eyes would seem to focus on me and nothing else. They would slowly approach and pick at the raw flesh that had become of my legs. The pain I felt was unbearable but, as I mentioned before, they vanished quickly.

I had a lot of time to ponder though. About things.

A lot of things seemed to suddenly make sense. There were so many unanswered questions that just seemed to somewhat come together but then just lead to more questions. Such as my mother.

Everyone in my family knew that mother married into our assassin family: the Hano's. However, she never spoke much to us about her life before. Occasionally she would mention things but nobody would really listen because they didn't seem important. The only thing anyone really knew for certain was that there was a gift that ran through our family.

The first daughter of each generation would inherit the gift to communicate with the undead. I don't understand why or how that even made was possible except for that it just was.

Mother had so much to teach me but her sudden death robbed me of that opportunity. It was merely unfortunate.

The memory of my mother looking upon me before my descent here popped up in my mind. A chill ran down my spine. Her eyes seemed to be so void. The love they once held was simply absent. They bore into my soul. I was condemned to Hell by her own mother. For killing.

But everyone knew that mother married into our assassin family: the Hano's. However, she never spoke much to us about her life before.

Everyone knew she married into the family. She never spoke much about her life before.

Everyone knew she married into the family. Nobody knew about her life before.

Nobody knew about her life before.

Who is she?

Why has mother been keeping her past a secret?

crunch

Someone was here.

I rolled my head over to the side from where the noise was coming from. It was a new sound.

My attempt to call out to them came out in a raspy voice that did not sound like me. I couldn't remember the last time I had a drink of water. I yearned for it.

"Who's... there?" I croaked. Squinting my eyes, trying to see anything.

crunch crunch

The footsteps were travelling over the dry and uneven earth that I've been laying on for ages. My back ached, I was once laying on slightly damp ground that seemed to moisten with the amount of blood that pooled out of my body every time the bird ladies paid me a visit however my body soon ran out of blood to pour onto the floor. So the earth began to crack and dry up again.

"You look like a mess," a unfamiliar voice stated. It was the voice of a man, that was obvious, but I couldn't recognize it. Nevertheless, I couldn't help but notice how smooth and gentle his voice sounded.

I looked up in the direction of the voice, still unable to see that much due to the darkness that draped over everything and everyone. The only thing that was visible was the outline of a tall body.

A tall body with purple glowing eyes that were focused on me. They weren't hostile, something about them just made me feel as though he had no intention of hurting me.

"Help," I cried out, my breath coming out raggedy.

The tall man crouched down beside me, reaching out a hand to gently brush the side of my face with the back of his fingers. The sensation was so soothing that I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch, wanting more.

It was the first time I felt safe since my death. That was enough for me.

"Why else would I be here?" the man chuckled teasingly.

I sighed in relief. Finally.

I stared up at the glowing purple eyes who stared down at me. Unable to think for myself anymore, I decided to invest my trust in a complete stranger.

"Let's get you up," he said, grabbing one of my hands and suddenly standing back up while dragging me up with him.

My decaying legs did nothing for me, however, and I began to fall back to the ground within seconds. If it weren't for this stranger's strong grip I probably would have landed back onto the floor but he held me up.

"Wh-who are you?" I struggled to get out, leaning against his arm for support.

He reached out and picked me up off the ground; carrying my weak body in his strong arms. There was no response for a little while, as he began walking.

"Kyser"

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