Hey guys! Yes I am still alive, just finished my first year into Animation as my main degree. And got one more year left of study until I'm booted into the real world.
I’ve also been planning on drawing a new cover for this fic. I wanted to create something new and a bit more official. My Intous pen is MIA so it will be in water colours!
I’m sorry for the lack of updates, I haven’t been making as much progress as I like since Chapter 27 ... of Grace. Chapter 28 at this stage is a half finished mess. Which is something I don’t want moving forward in the story. Specially since it’s been revealed our (now least favourite) Bookman is a traitor. Now I’m done for the year I will have more time and focus on the next chapter. If you have any questions about the fic ask right here! (No spoilers of course)
Here is a little excerpt from Chapter 28
A cacophony of colours, sounds and smells overwhelm him. Burning, screaming, purple, laughing, crying, dust and pools of red. So many pools of red.
Who was laughing? Was it him? Or was it someone else? Who’s blood is that? Was it his or someone else’s?
“…Ka-…”
All through the chaos he sees something white streak through it. Pure white like snow. Blinding and fast like a lighting bolt. A terrifying clawed hand reaches towards him. Its a person with a white coat and a clawed scissor like left hand. He can see this person’s face.
This person is frightened. This person is angry. This person is sad.
He doesn’t know that person. Except he does. He knows all too well who that is.
“…ki…”
Determined eyes. Angry eyes. Unbreakable eyes. Cursed eye. Silver eyes. Not amber. Not him. Not his precious person. He is not here. Its the other one. Its THAT boy.
The messenger of death.
The cursed boy.
The Exorcist.
He knows his name. Hates that name. Loves that name.
His name is-
“KAZUKI!”
And that's it! The rest you will have to stay tune till next time.