~ Twisted Wonderland Inktober 2020~

⚠ #30 ~ Diasomnia

⚠ Death ⚠

Unspecified MC (they/them)

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The chill breeze rustled among the leaves, the moonlight bathing the mountain with its silver rays.

"Kufufu~ Looks like _____ is back~"

From the roof, his crimson eyes followed a figure dressed in white climbing the ancient steps, his lips curling into a smirk.

The scent of sandalwood accompanied the gentle tinkling of the bells, candles lighting up as the doors opened. The young man inside turned around, his head crowned by two draconic horns.

"Good evening, _____ dear. How can I help you with this time?"

A familiar grin appeared on the youth's face, the same grin they wore the first time they entered the temple. They were just a little kid back then, barely standing on their own feet, and yet they still tried so desperately to get closer to the ancient spirit.

Even so, their eyes were mournful. A light of doubt lingered in the other's crimson eyes, the grief seeping through their little mortal's gaze far from the sadness they reflected during the most difficult of times.

"I didn't come to ask for advice..." they caught the ancient spirit into a hug, snuggling their head against his chest. He froze, his eyes wide in confusion and fear. 

"_____... _____, how did it happen? How did you-" they looked away, as if they were trying to avoid his worried gaze. He cradled their face in his hands, only to see a laughing shadow reflected in their ghostly eyes. He was towering above them, driving his knife towards their chest...

The ghost looked away, hiding their face in his embrace.

"Thank you, for everything."

"_____..."

Their body glowed brighter and brighter, until it dissolved into hunderds of silver butterflies.

Two boys dashed into the building, panting. The silver-haired stood quiet, while the other's voice thundered, startled: "WAKA-SAMA! _____-"

"I know." 

The soft breeze morphed into a freezing wind, blowing out the small flames. Before the shorter man could stop him, a dark aura gathered around the horned spirit, his green eyes glowing menacingly bright while black tears ran down his pale cheeks.

A pained scream echoed in the night.

***

Three days passed since the tragic murder.

The culprit was found dead in his own apartment, fear still crystallized in his dead eyes, unknown black signs covering the walls.

Was he just a madman, or was there something more about that crazy suicide?

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