"I hate you so much. I hate the joy I feel whenever I'm around you. I hate it. I hate that stupid poker face of yours, but most of all, I hate myself for falling for you in the end."
Demons are nothing, but trouble, or at least that is what Yuna, an...
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"Why is it always you?"
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I reached out to the powder Satan had gave me, but could not bring my self to open the leather pouch. Could I really do this? Were they not just like me after all? My eyes darted over the ghostly figures inching closer. I cannot let them get too close. Summoning what amount of flames I could control to the max, I allowed the crimson petals to slowly push the through the dimness of the labyrinth. Some of ghosts shriveled upon the sight of the burning light, before retreating back into the dark, but the rest, whom seemed to still have all their limbs slightly intact limped towards me even more desperately. The red winged beast warrior from before, shakily stood up and reached out to me through the roaring flames. His dead, blood shot eyes pierced through my soul, making me freeze at the spot paralyzed. Call me pathetic for fearing ghosts, but these were not like any I had seem in the Human Realm before. Without giving me enough time to react, he let out a grunt of agony, and sunk his clawed hands into my chest.
For a split second, I felt absolutely nothing, before my head spun and found myself slowly being pulled closer to the dead warrior without moving the slightest. Then I heard a scream. It rung through the tired halls. It was dipped in torment and despair. I wanted to close my eyes and isolate it from my senses . . . But that was when I become aware, that the scream belonged to me. This ghost was physically tearing my soul and body apart. The pain weighed down on my now tired body, that had fallen limp to its knees. How was this possible? Only Death could do such a thing. I had to resist, or this would be the end of me. With what little magic energy I could muster, I gripped my dagger through the numbness that had dominated my hand. The blade emitted a strange glow, as I hopelessly swung it at the corrupted creature. Personally, I had no idea what I was trying to do, but the second the silver blade came in contact with the creature's skin the dead warrior's body seemed to stitch back his wounds, broken bones, and battered limbs, before withering into a pure-white ball of dust; floating into the distance.
I was about to stumble face first to the ground, but several grips on my shoulders and waist held me in place. More ghosts? Is there any place in this pit of Hell, where someone does not want to eat me alive? I waited patiently for my soul to get finally snatched out of my body and for the immense pain to overwhelm me, but just as I felt myself getting pulled away. The white ball of dust came floating back; dangled itself in front of my half lidded eyes, and began releasing an intense light within the darkness of the labyrinth, causing the ghosts behind me to let out a loud screech, before retreating back to where ever they came from. My limp body fell to its side, while the ball of dust circled around me in a hurry, as if pleading for me to stand up, but I had already crossed my limit, and the curse mark itching from my shoulder, that laid now against a slight cracked glass floor, did not make my situation any better. Satan and Mammon probably found their way out already. . . Hopefully they find me soon.
