Hex Code: #0A0A8E
Location: Maze (SW of Castle)
He hunched over his broken leg and curled his good one in closer to give him more support. He tried so hard to fight it, but black tears began forming at the edges of his eyes. He was so tired of crying over her, but he couldnāt stop himself. Sheād heard him and even replied. He expectantly stared at the opening above showing a little sliver of the outside world. Millions of stars twinkled overhead in the midnight purple sky.
Time slowed on and Forrest hung his head in defeat much sooner than he had hoped to again. A part of him realized that he was too dependent on Lola. He had to get himself over her, there was no real assurance that she would even agree to go back with him. But his only other emotion towards her was anger and he didnāt want to develop that emotion into hate. He moreover felt confused and his breathing began picking up into a hyperventilating. He was so overwhelmed. With this new realm, with experiencing pain, and what had her little Hunter friend meant? He repeated the line in his head.
āDemons be damned, Demons be saved. Black wings of their own, their bloodline gave.ā Was it a hint? Demons were always damned, how could they be saved? But his mind flashed back to the prophecy and he was reminded how a certain line somewhat mirrored what Tien had said to Lola.
He yelled in vexation and then bellowed out, āDamn you, Lola! He felt so abandoned here. He felt like a child again, being tucked carefully by his mother underneath a nearby bed or stowed away in a closet. For hours he would huddle in the dark and shiver in terror as he would repeatedly hear screams and pleas from his motherās lips begging Syxx to stop hurting her for whatever the reason was that day.
His emotions were twisting up into each other. Above him he heard laughter and he turned to see a tall figure in a weathered cloak. An evil face grinned down at him and Forrest was now face to face with The God of Death. Forrest was shocked that he would see him this early on in the game, but he assured himself that surprises were bound to be around every corner. This was his realm and they were the hamsters in his maze of torture. This world was his to control and that unnerved the Demon even further. Forrest did not speak. He observed as The God of Death laughed heartily at him from his outcry then threw in an whirring and spurting object before closing the trapdoor and snuffing out the light.
The object skittered to the ground and began sparking where it sat before it exploded, sending Forrest flying into the nearest wall. His side hit the barrier and he collapsed, coughing and grunting in agony. His hearing was shot and all he could make out was the high ringing that continued non-stop. His hands went to his ears to try and muffle the sound, but then he realized his head was ringing. He tried opening his eyes, but his vision was blurry and his leg hurt even worse now. Where were his healing abilities? If he was healing it was a slower process than he was used to and he begged for it to hurry the hell up and disperse this pain.
His mind went back to the redhead. She was the cause of all of this. He wouldnāt be here right now if she hadnāt invaded his castle as the enemy. She had truly betrayed him and it was finally sinking in. She was to blame for all of this. For Vitaneās death, Jasonās suffering, and now Forrest was thrown into the mix because he just had to fall in love with a psychopath. He was so frustrated with her and with his emotions. He blocked it off as best as he could and focused on the matter at hand. He was now trapped in some dark hallway and he had a fracture, possible broken leg, a new bloody nose, and the slightly healed spots of eaten away skin from the acid rain.
Forrest grappled the wall closest to him in an attempt to hoist himself up. His efforts failed miserably several times and he cursed himself in German, now sitting in the most comfortable position he could manage. He began scooting instead, finding this to be his best and least painful method of transportation. He continued cursing in German as he pulled himself along the ground, going further into the black unknown.
His eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness, something he had never experienced before. Naturally his eyes would keep his vision in check no matter what kind of situation he was in, but now with these new eyes, he had to get used to things that humans endured. And oh, how he hated it. So helpless, so vulnerable, so powerless. He sighed, sitting in place. His muscles were beginning to ache from the effort, another new happening. He was so exasperated and his mind was exhausted. His limbs shaky despite that heād only traveled a few hundred feet.
Forrest was struggling along again until he met a wall. He felt along the stones and deciphered that heād come to a fork. Left or right were his choices. Or back towards where heād fallen, in hopes that someone would peak their head in to help, but he doubted Lola would ever come and he lacked even more faith in the idea that Jason had followed him. Jason was too strong-willed to follow anyone. He had most likely gone off on his own and that not only worried Forrest, but it irritated him that Jason would not even care to stay together in this place.
āSelfish bastard.ā He muttered as he pulled himself off to the left.
He stayed like this; turning here, scooting this way, and taking a breather for what felt like a very long time, but when he looked down to his forgotten watch he revealed to himself that heād left Jasonās side about twenty minutes ago in Earth time. Heād been down here for at least a couple of hours, he was sure, but that had to be the comparison from Earth to Tenebris time. He grunted as he scooched himself farther on into the unknown.
A few long minutes later a bright white light descended from the ceiling of the enclosure. Forrest stopped in place and marveled at the pure glow. It blinded the Demon and his eyes squint against the blinding light and he held his hand up as a shield. The light sank down in front of him and stopped when it touched the ground.
The light expanded to all edges of the area giving Forrest insight that there were several hallways ahead to choose from. Then the light dissipated and a translucent Vitane emerged from where the light had been.
Forrestās eyes slightly bulged at the sight of her, but he reminded himself that this realm was owned by The God of Death. It was very likely that spirits traveled through this realm.
āV-Vitane?ā He asked aloud, still unsure if it was her.
The blue haired girl looked past him and frantically looked from side to side as if she was startled by the change of scenery. She then met his golden eyes and hers brightened into a look of relief that Forrest had never seen her express, especially towards him. She collapsed into him, but Forrest felt no warmth or touch from her. She seemed to be weeping, but when she rose, there were no tears present. Only the look of sorrow and gratefulness shrouded her face.
āWhere are we Forrest?ā She asked, still peeking around her shoulder.
āSome kind of maze, Iām not really sure. I kinda just dropped in.ā He gave an awkward chuckle at his try at a joke, but he felt no heart behind it.
Vitaneās eyes stayed on Forrestās and her face turned up into the biggest grin heād ever seen, as if it had been the funniest joke sheād ever heard. She began laughing hysterically and Forrest figured it was just her way to relieve the insanity of this realm so he did not interrupt her.
āVitane, what are you doing here?ā He looked hurt, although he had pieced some of the story together already. She had died and now she was a wandering spirit here for whatever reason.
āI-I donāt know. But I found out something that could help you. The God of Death has a room with a giant gem in it...I think heās a Hunter or something. But itās-ā She began being pulled away and she grabbed towards Forrest but her hand disappeared as he reached for it and she was gone and he was alone again.
Hex Code: #8E0A40
Location: Palace Bar
Ian shuffled across the palace, heading towards the party. He wasnāt quite sure why there was a party going on, nor did he receive an invite. But being a Hunter and living in this realm was enough of a reason for him to deem himself a guest too.
He pushed into the doorway, shouldering several people out of his way as he did so. He ignored the rude looks and scoffs directed towards him and continued about his merry way. As a butler passed by, Ian swiped one of the drinks off of his tray just as The God of Death replaced an empty glass onto the same tray. Ian turned away and downed the contents of the crystal in a single gulp then passed on the empty glass to the first open hand that he saw, despite that it was another visitor to the party. The woman who heād handed the glass to had begun to argue with him that she, āWas most certainly not his mother!ā Ian turned around on heel without losing step and grinned at her.
āOf course youāre not!ā He replied still grinning then began to turn around while finishing his statement, āI killed her years ago!ā He beamed then melted into the crowd.
He swayed with the music once in awhile when he felt the need. A few drinks later paired with the continuation of confused guests, Ian had found his way to the head table where The God of Death sat with whatever her name was and his good friend Tien.
Ian slid into the booth without welcoming and happily pulled the tray out from underneath the redheadās grasp. Sheād been bowed down to take in more of the powder, but Ian now was snorting line after line with a very confused Lola staring after him.
Ian sighed and leaned back against the support of the booth, his arm fell behind the backrest of Tien and he carelessly stared back at Lola and The God of Death.
āSup?ā He asked the two, nodding his head up when he did.
He smirked and looked back to Tien and a handsome grin swept across his face revealing the two pointy fangs that joined attendance with his other teeth.
āWhat have you been up to, my man?ā Ian asked. The fairy dust was starting to perk him up and he was eager for conversation, but specifically with Tien. He didnāt much care for the other occupants of the table so he blatantly ignored them unless directly spoken to.
āHunting, getting fucked up, the usual.ā Tien replied smoothly with a grin on his face before he brought the slap stick to his lips to take another drag. Tien gave Ian a sideways glance and the Vampire caught on almost instantly.
āGods, youāre just like Jenson! Itās not like Iām not an open book anyway.ā He said then pointed to Arkin.
āHate him,ā He pointed to Lola, āFuck her...I mean I could fuck her but, eh, Iāve got a woman waiting at home. Plus I donāt want the godās throw away hoes.ā He laughed aloud but the only other person at the table that seemed to be amused by him was Tien who laughed with Ian.