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❝No, that's my candy, you can't have it.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#a10d17 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #8c8987】
|| Till The Day we Die || Pagan Fury ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#a10d17 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #8c8987】
|| Till The Day we Die || Pagan Fury ||
Dark. Dark. Dark.
Dark.
Light.
Sound.
The pink flinched, turning away from the light until she realized it was light. Light! Light! The pink inched towards the light as much as her mess of a body could manage. She could hear strange squish sounds as she moved, but decided not to worry about it. Light! Light was a rarity in this world, light was something not to take for granted. The pink drank it up, letting her wings spread and enjoy the light, basking in it. It was so good! It was so nice! The pink wanted the light to stay but she knew it would not last. With light always came something else too, light always made shadows. She drank up the light but was prepared for what was to come.
The Faceless Baron, the Mightiest Baron, Baron Messiah came down the steps. It wasn't so much that he was faceless but that you would never be able to remember his face even if you tried. Not even Baron Messiah knew what he looked like. The pink spread her arms, raising them up. What she was doing, did she want something? Did she even know? "Poor thing, it smells horrible down here." Baron Messiah gazed at her with something similar to wisdom. "Does it hurt? Is this suffering?" The pink tilted her head. She hadn't known how to make words for a long time. What was sound? She did not know, because it had been so long since she had been allowed. She opened her mouth and made some strange sound. "You're so pitiful now." Baron Messiah said, shaking his head.
"I will save you." He held his hand, aiming it at her throat. The pink decided that this was a hug and smiled, leaning in, wings fluttering in the dark. She liked the warmth, the feel of another's skin on her own flesh. It felt good in a way she could not describe. Pressure building, was it still nice? She did not know, did not know, would not know, did not want to know. The pink closed her eyes, the caged butterfly wilting in the darkness of the abyss she dwelled in. "My, this smells horrible. Fix this up, Messiah." Iflet's voice. The pink shrank away, no, she did not want the Iflet here, she did not want more fun time to be done.
A light glowed from Messiah and Zinnia growled, thrashing. She was altogether again, all of her organs and her mind returned to normal. "Stop." Zinnia begged, trembling. "I'm tired of this! I'm tired! Just end it already!" Messiah looked at her, and more light glowed. Flo coughed, coughed, hacked, disgusting bile spouting from her throat, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't breathe, her vision was dancing before her eyes. "That power truly is fearsome." Iflet said with a crafty smile. "The ability to turn back someone's time, or turn it forward again."
Messiah seemed almost hostile for a moment. "I do not do it for you, vampire." He was not fond of the vampires, he did not want the vampires messing with the demon's Third Impact. Iflet smiled testily, remaining quiet now. "I could turn you back into human." Iflet sighed, turning away. "Fine, I'll leave her alone for now. But we need to continue the experiments another time." She left, heading up the stairs and Flo continued to hack and cough. "I'll make you a baby today." Messiah decided, making another light, turning Flo into the human baby Mara, who cried and stared confusedly in front of her. It would likely be a very long time until the pink girl would be ever allowed out of this place.