Soran
He let out a heavy gasp as his body seemed to finally stop moving at an incredibly fast speed. It was almost like Rethyn's teleportation ability except much more naseuating. Dropping to his knees he whirled around to face the God with three eyes, the third in the center of his forehead. The strange eye blinked at him and he winced, curling away from the God in disgust. Soran took a quick look around to see where he was. concrete walls...shit he thought to himself. Broken windows that had thick layers of dust let in very minimal sunshine. There was a single metal door at the far end of the room, it was also cracked open. His heart lurched to his throat as he eyed it.
The God turned away to look at something else and Soran bolted. He made it about halfway to the door before something curled around his ankle and he slammed into the floor. He gave a soft grunt and groaned as he rolled over slightly. The God narrowed his eyes at the blonde Seer to which he only returned the cold look.
The room was filled with a rush of power, something that Soran was beginning to mark down as the arrival of Gods. Three of them appeared in the room. One of which made Soran gasp loudly. Oni! his thoughts were frantic and he started crawling backwards fear pulsing through his every limb which kept him from thinking coherently.
"Ooh, you brought the one I wanted," a female voice cooed and Soran ground his teeth.
"Of course," the three eyed God answered smoothly, "You, after all, would not settle for anything less, now would you Criea?"
"Of course not, you're damned right I won't," she snapped back. Storming over to the young Seer, she reached down and snatched up a handful of blonde hair, lifting him upwards.
Gritting his teeth, he grabbed hold of the wrist that had a hold his hair. Oni moved, a slight chuckle on her lips, "Don't. Besides, aren't we going to be testing something? Seravie didn't grab that Seer just so you could kill him."
Criea rolled her eyes and released him. Soran hit the floor and rubbed at his head to get the burn to go away. He looked over to the three eyed God Seravie hu... Criea... and Oni... that leaves, he looked over to the other male God who hadn't spoken a word or moved since entering the room. Oni motioned for this one to move and he did. Turning to the blonde, he flicked his fingers at him, drawn out from the wall to where Soran was seated on the concrete floor.
What looked and felt like thick golden twine wrapped around his wrist suddenly and he was dragged over to the wall. When he finally stopped, he hissed out in slight pain from the burn in his arm and having been dragged hard across the floor. The gold twine lifted upwards pulling him up into a seated position against the wall. He looked around for the other God. In one moment he saw him slowly walking over and in the next instant the God was kneeling in front of him.
Soran gave a sharp gasp of surprise and fear. Deep red eyes gazed at him, seemingly holding him in place. In one hand, the God lifted it so that Soran could see a pure gold knife materialize in his fingers. The other hand snatched his jaw and held him still, or perhaps to just emphasize that the Seer wasn't going anywhere.
"So, how does this work, Valyn?" Oni asked as he came up behind the other God.
"Simple," the other answered slowly, twisting the knife around in his hand, "the Seer bleeds, the energy leaves. It is taken by the thread and given to us."
"And if it doesn't work?"
Valyn's face twisted into the first smile that Soran had seen from him since walking in the room, "He'll wish he was dead."
Soran's face lost all color, his breath shortened slowly he shook his head in the tight grip that held his face. Tears welled up in his eyes as the knife came down at him. The moment the blade touched him he let out a horrid scream.
It was silent, finally except for ragged breathing in the far corner of the concrete structure. Blood stained almost every inch of the boy who's head lulled from one side to the other, barely conscious. His gaze fluttered open, hardly focused as he tried to get energy enough to try to do something about his current predicament.
"Geesh, they're attacking little boys now?" Hummed Sina who wasn't looking to good herself as she was covered in many of her own wounds. Coughing slightly, she reached over and placed a hand on Soran's cheek to hold his head up. "Hey now, please stop you. Save your energy for now." She whispered with a small smile to the boy. "Don't you worry us lone Seers got each others backs."
Sina looked away from the boy as she quickly glanced around the area. Things were looking a little grim, but she wasn't giving up any time soon. "Besides, I got someone else relying on me now." She said to herself quietly with a worried look in Soran's direction. "Damn, they messed you up a lot worse than they tried with me...I've got you though."
Soran felt a hand on his face and he flinched, a slight moan filling the back of his dry and burning throat. The voice he heard was feminine, gentler than the ones he had heard a few hours ago, "L-lone...?" he managed, "N-not... alone..." he said, shaking his head a bit. Shifting his body, he felt the pull of the twine still curled around his wrist. It had cut into his skin long ago, during... that. He cringed, biting his lip as he tried to move his body to a better position than what it was in. After a few minutes, he finally settled, panting heavily and fresh blood trailing down his arm from his ruined wrist.
"Heeyy...stop that." Reaching up, Sina did her best to stop Soran from moving his arms too much as he had already dug in the twine fairly deep. Grasping onto his arms she stood over him as she repeated again and again. "Yes, you are right you are not alone. Come on now, relax...please relax kid."
Turning her head she yelled out in hopes the goddess could hear her. "Hey! Dumb bimbo's! Give this guy some water or something! You don't want him dying on you right?" She knew she was going to get smacked for that, but it was worth it. The blonde boy before her was in desperate need of water.
Seemingly materializing out of thin air, Valyn was in midstride as he appeared before them. Glowring at the girl, he flicked his hand at her to sent her across the room to the other side, "I will tie you again as well, Seer," he growled. Stopping in front of Soran he tilted his head slightly.
Slamming into the wall Sina let out a small wounded cry as she felt several of her scabbed wounds open back up a little on her back. Landing roughly on the concrete floor, Sina coughed a retort. "Yeah, I bet you'd like that asshole."
After coughing a bit more she struggled to sit up as she looked over to Soran with worry and pity.
"Still alive there, Seer?" Valyn asked as he tapped the boys thigh with his boot, "Such a resilent little mortal. I wonder what keeps you so attached to the world of the living."
"Go... die..." Soran sputtered. Lifting his head up a bit he met Valyn's red gaze with a deep scowl of his own. The God, whom normally didn't show any sort of emotion as far as Soran was learning, smirked at him again.
"I see. So energetic. Lets remedy that, shall we?" He said as he opened his free hand and the golden knife appeared again.
"Hey! Back off of him! Come over at me! I'll show you some energy!" Sina yipped at the gods. Raising her fist to them she said to them cockily "You only beat me cause I was already weakened from my last battle you cowards!"
Valyn turned from Soran who had started freaking out a little and narrowed his gaze at Sina. He looked to be angry then, and the room seemed to drop from it's moderate temperature to ice cold. A sharp flick of his wrist at her caused the gold twine to wrap around her entire frame and tighten to hold her there, "Silence, filfthy mortal. Speak any more or move and I will slowly cut you into pieces," he growled.
Bitting her tongue, Sina held the evilest eye she could hold upon a being. She knew she wouldn't be able to help the boy if she was dead, but damn this was humiliating. In Japan she had managed to kill many gods along with her partner in their escape. And now, this, she was at the mercy of them.
Valyn knelt down in front of Soran. The boy's breath was rapid, near hyperventalation as he struggled to move backwards, except the solid concrete wall was right behind him. Shaking his head, his voice was soft and shaking, "Don't..."
Valyn ignored him, grabbed hold of his shoulder to keep him still and brought the knife down at him. The room was filled with screams again, they seemed to echo off the wall and go out into the area around them. Tears fell down Soran's face as his only thoughts were of the red haired Seer back at the house.