Drip-drop...drip-drop...
A world of darkness, a world of nothingness. Black is the sky, black is the ground, black is the sea, there is no sound.
Drip-drop, drip-drop...
I can't feel the flow, yet time will never stop. How much has passed? I know not.
Drip-drop...drip-drop...
Here I stand alone, in my flower field, by other entities unseen. No one will hear you scream. A carpet of roses, oh so white. The color of innocence, the bringer of blight.
Drip-drop, drip-drop..drop...
Shiranui's eyes snapped open, though little a difference did it make. Around naught but an all encompassing darkness, stretching out eternally in every direction; a void in itself. Though it appeared completely silent at first, somewhere in the distance the noise of droplets hitting a water surface sounded, making an ever so slight echo. Sometimes the dripping sound appeared to be louder, closer... and sometimes, it appeared to be far away, quieter. Nevertheless, the pacing of how the droplets made impact with the water surface remained the same- without fail. Not once since Shiranui returned to land of neither the living nor the dead, her very own realm... had this pattern been broken. Well, at least not until now.
Somewhere, there was a consciousness nudging the surface of Shiranui's world. Someone in so much despair, so much pain and suffering... be it physiological or mental, it mattered not. All Shiranui needed was pain, a consciousness or subconsciousness desperately trembling for a way out, and thus having abandoned their belief in God... or having completely given up up, depending if they were actually religious in the first place or not (and, of course, to which religion they belonged). Either way, someone was desperately crying out for help...and fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately, depending on how one chose to view it), Shiranui had heard her cry.
It appeared she was being summoned.
The silver haired demoness extended the reach of her realm towards the girl; wrapped her in it, pulled her into the black void of nothingness. Beneath the girl a field of white roses spread out, extending itself endlessly in every direction, just as the darkness of the nonexistent sky did. For the moment, Shiranui let herself become invisible to the human, causing her low and calm, emotionless voice to appear to be coming from everywhere.
"Human who has turned your back on God and abandoned all hope... is it truly your wish to depart the world of the living in such a pitiful state?" her quiet yet powerful voice echoed through the darkness.
Although he could swear that just moments ago, the sun begun rising, bathing everything in it's orange light... Dominic suddenly found himself surrounded completely by darkness. Had he gotten himself drunk enough to faint? No, that couldn't be it. Fainting usually didn't feel like he was still completely awake and had control over himself (more or less), and simply surrounded by emptiness. Perhaps he had fallen asleep without noticing, and this was now a dream? Yet it didn't really feel quite like a dream, either. Had he just finally snapped and was now hallucinating? Quite possible, the teenage boy thought to himself, despite not being completely convinced about that explanation either. Either way, the physical pain he had been feeling before seemed to somehow... have been dulled. It was quite a relief, of course... but didn't exactly help explaining the situation.
Confusion, and perhaps a tinge of fear, lasted only for a moment, however.
"Is it truly thy wish to die, child...? If thine deepest desire could be granted by my power, wouldst thou truly still choose to die...?"
Domenic frowned, trying to make sense of the words this almighty, just slightly annoying, dramatic, bodiless voice seeming to come from nowhere was saying. His head wasn't hurting quite as bad as it had done before, anymore, and he wasn't feeling as drunk either... but the manner the voice spoke in was totally outdated and reminded him of the homework (back when he still actually went to school) he had simply sort of ignored because it was boring. Dominic's attention span was generally very short, especially when he was bored. Thus, he was almost painfully easy to distract.
"I don't remember signing up for taking part in some terrible B-movie... I'm on the verge of suicide and you totally ruined the dramatic feeling I so carefully built up. It sort of pisses me off. Besides, I can't even understand half of what you're saying. If you would please be so kind and rephrase your question in actual Japanese, I might listen to whatever crap you wanna say..."