Bliss watched, hearing no pure evident reply and becoming calmly and subtly ignorant of the other beings around here. Deep in her mind, if she even had such a thing, she felt something rising. Erupting from a long forgotten dwelling. Ah, she could recall this creature, remember when it first appeared, and remember when it first was locked away. When it first was locked away, all feared it, for it fed upon life. And of course, at the time, she was alive.
Thus, she could only faintly recall the beastly being.
She gripped her fingers around her staff tightly, the orange light of the lantern upon its end beginning to flicker. Soon the strange light itself began to douse, being snuffed by some other-worldly knowing. Bliss felt it. Death, calling to her. Someone was dying, and she was to go fetch the soul that left that body.
Just by the feeling, the orange light of her lantern slowly turning a steamy silver, she knew it was someone powerful. A woman. Beautiful, strong. A good victim for such a being.
"Ah, I hear the sweet whisper of Death's calling. Far well." Bliss turned her head, the wind whipping through her long coiled dark hair one last time before she became greatly contrasting in her own way, and disappeared, like a painting being undone.
She appeared in a distant place, not too distant though. She watched, perched high and tucked into folds of space to be unseen. Where she could not touch or be touched. Where she was nothing more than the Afterlife escort. And a slight pity fell upon her as she watched the beast suck life from this woman, and her lantern grew darker and darker, until it was only shades away from being black. When her lantern turned black, and the light turned to only smoke, it meant that the woman's life would be lost completely, and Bliss would have her to take to her spiritual resting.
But people came, flocking to the incident and helping. Soon, her lantern twisted colors and recoiled into a tiny flame that soon began to burn a normal hue of orange again.
How is it that she has been saved? Usually the Unknown leaves none to tell his story...
Bliss seemed to watch from the unseen corner of existence, between life and death- on a parallel where no one saw her. Where she was non-existant to the living. She waited, mirror-like eyes falling over the people gathered there with great intrigue. People, living, were so strange. She could not comprehend the different emotions each of them felt. Ah, how dear a gift, and deadly a burden, it would be for her to be human again...
Finally, Bliss stepped forward, slowly appearing into the physical realm like a picture being drawn upon, until she was fully there. Clothed in her strange and somewhat revealing black attire, her eyes reflecting all they saw. She held her staff at her side and sighed.
"The creature will not return yet with so many to attempt its defeat. Instead, it will seek you out one by one." She said, her voice holding a strangely sultry yet eerie tone to it, fresh from the Purgatory betweens of the middle-level of existance.
"Shina, you are very lucky to have survived. But he shall not stop until you are nothing but a tourist for my leading." Bliss said softly, looking over to the others before she gave a soft smile upon her black lips- a sign of hospitality and unharm.
One who knows nothing, can understand nothing.