Will Of A Deity

29| Already Dead

Time: Unknown
Location: Earth Refuge
Narrator

Night glared at the girl in white in front of her. The resemblance between them is eminent. From the gold eyes to the pale skin to the reddish lips. You would've thought that they are twins if only they both have the same dark brown hair. But the girl in front of her has ashen brown hair and looks like a 15 year old.

"How have you been...Anna?" The girl said with a voice so similar to the real one. It makes Night want to hurl.

"Filth like you are not allowed to speak of that name," Night said as she summon her scythe once again and point it at the girl's neck.

"You're so harsh...even with what I did to protect you," she said with a bitter smile. Night didn't speak a word.

"Dayanna...is gone," Night said as the bitterness and fury lingers in her mouth.

"But I'm here----"

"Shut up," she cut her off. "You're a piece of filth using her face to gain my non-existent mercy." She can feel the anger invading her system as she tighten her grip on her scythe. Her eyes glow bright gold as she stare down at the girl.

The girl smiled. "I guess there's really no point in deceiving you. After all, you don't see anything, right?" She said while waving her hands on top of her head as if referring to something that is supposed to be there, but weren't.

"Are you really going to kil-----"

"What is there to kill?" Night taunted.

"Alright, alright. No need to rub it in my face," she said while raising both of her hands as if to surrender. The girl starts evaporating into white mist.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, your highness." She smiled. "Atleast I can say that, even though I am something with no actual consciousness. All I have is a purpose and the will of who made me."

Night remain silent and put away her scythe. There was really no need for it. She was overreacting. The moment she saw her face, her rationality almost slipped. Thankfully, she got ahold of herself immediately when she realize the situation she's in.

The girl infront of her was an illusion made to impersonate a person that is long gone.

"Though I failed, I'd like to pass on a few words from my creator," the illusion continued. "It won't be long, you, who is neither evil nor good. You'll experience it again—the pain of losing everyone. But this time around, I'll make sure it will be by your own hands." Those were the last words of the illusion before completely evaporating into nothing.

Night watch as the last whiff of mist faded. She doesn't understand what those words meant. All she knows is that she lost everyone once, she's not letting it happen again. She'll make sure that this time, she won't lose someone again...even to people of her kind.

Time: Unknown
Location: Earth Refuge
Ethan Dashiell

"Ethan?"

No way...That familiar short blonde hair and cerulean eyes. Shit! Why is she here?

"Elaine!" I called her. "Anong ginagawa mo dito?"

"I...I don't know," she looks confused. "Some bad guy just grab me out of nowhere. I lost conciousness and when I woke up, I'm here." What the...? But that's not important right now.