Personification of Death: War of Hearts [1]

𝐗𝐈𝐈: Dread of Longing

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A piercing scream of agony rang through the dark lit dungeon stained in blood and the scattered corpses of those no longer among the living. Yet their souls remained trapped in their endless torture, their screams blending and bleeding together like a wound that would never heal.

What appeared to be a woman battered and bruised with cuts all over her body was in the far corner of one of the cells. Her wrists chained to the ceiling as she was forced to remain lifted up by her arms. Another groan ripped from her scarred throat, this time she spat out blue blood that painted her teeth.

The dark skinned woman who was her torturer already pulled out her eyes once before but this time she decided to make everything within her burn. Her eyes were melting out of her skull as she choked on her blood. The sensation felt like pure fiery liquid from the celestial sun burning through her veins and melting her bones.

"I told you everything I know. What more do you want from me?!" The female prisoner screamed at the witch who watched her emotionlessly with stoic Emerald Green eyes. The one responsible for her torture that felt like years of her life were taken within a blink of an eye looked at her like she was the scum of the firemen. The prisoner had figured the other must be a witch by how skilled she was with magic and even the likes of divine sorcery. Her torturer could not be any ordinary person.

She knew the other was only following the orders of Thanatos. The witch was another puppet who followed Death's order. The same entity who had slaughtered her people, her family without so much as a warning of what to come. She still couldn't believe none of them could escape Thanatos' raid until it was too late.

"Maybe you have told me everything. Maybe you decided to tell the truth after weeks of devouring your blood as your only source of food." Sheila Bennett stated. Her voice firm echoing in the cell and giving nothing away of what in her mind. She was the very picture of calm and collected. It was unnerving sight to witness this lower entity holding so much power. "Yet we are both know you are nothing but bold-faced liar. Where have you hidden it, ​​Alezae?" Shelia emphasize each word of her question sharply. A threat of unimaginable pain to come if the lower goddess did not heed her warning.

"Taken what, witch?" Alezae spat out, her voice sounding mocking and more confident than she felt in weeks. She gritted her teeth together as the chains began to pull her arms back painfully, nearly tearing her limbs from her body. "God that fucking hurts." The Goddess groaned, gratefully when it stopped.

"You took the dagger of Nyx. An old celestial relic that does not belong to you." The Bennett witch shook her head at the foolish goddess in ridicule. Staring at her like she was a stupid girl who had no idea what she had gotten herself into. "You will give it back. With or without your life. It will be returned." A dark glint formed in the green eyes of the witch. A near reflection of the sinister being she worked for.