The Suspicious Eye
Your Darling Devil
Taking a deep breath as the lost soul glared up at the monster's toothy grin she nodded. "Yes. This is how I feel. My name does not define me, nor what I can do. Take it." As the final words utter out of her mouth an invisible force twirled around in the shallow pool of her mind, reaching into the new depth that the wisp had only just discovered. Grabbing the memory, the wisp let out a audible whimper as the warmth and emotion it had once felt was pulled from its mind and vanished from its core. Leaving only a emptiness of what once was, before moments later closing up, as if it had never been opened in the first place. The lost souls mind returned to the shallow pool of knowledge that it had before. The soft rhythm of her song continuing in its mind, a little bit sadder than before, only to even out moments later.
Eyes fluttering as the monster's voice swelled in delight and its gnashing teeth came close to the wisps formless body. As the beast talked the lost soul wasn't sure what horrid thing it meant, but did feel a lightness that was strange. Trying to reach the source of this lightness the soul found nothing, and before further inspection the monster stopped it's strange laughter. Looking at it the wisp raised its head as the creature leaned back returning to its full height and pointed to one of the plinths at the end of the room. Taking a slight step to its side the wisp got a better view of what it was pointing at as it's voice creeped its last message.
Wait, next pain? As the thought shifted from the lost soul's mind to its mouth the creature was already gone, off to torment another wisp. If its formless face could hold an expression, it would be one of annoyance. Letting its wispy head roll back the soul let out a groan of annoyance, to cover up the tension and uneasiness finally leaving its shapeless form. Shaking its entire body of the nerves and tension that hooked within it, the wisp stepped forward, noticing a shift as it moved, its body was a bit lighter. The sounds of screams and crunching could be heard as more and more wisps were consumed. It shook the wisp to its core, causing it to stop a few steps in, but knew it had to move on. Closing its eyes and taking another step this lost soul moved forward and joined the others that passed the first twisted test.
Walking past the rubble of a world this lost soul did not know it arrived to meet the others. Glancing around this lost soul couldn't find the ability to call out to the others around it. Instead it turned its attention to the plinth, crouching down to inspect the unfamiliar carvings a slow mezzo-piano tune began to form in its mind and wrapping itself around the wisps essence. Running its amorphous hand across the grooves and protrusions it seemed so unnatural. Pulling its hand away the wisp pressed it against itself and sat there crouched deep in the music encompassing it.
As the last wisp to succeed arrived the beast took the group's attention with its gruesome snickering and made motions with its hands. Unsure what it mean the wisp watched as the others seemed to understand and cut themselves on the jagged point of a stone. Stepping forward this lost soul looked at its hand and mustering the courage inside itself sliced its palm open. The pale blood dripped down deep into the groves of the stone. As light began to blossom around it the lost soul heard a faint voice in the light, and then the stone crumbled to reveal a strange silver shard. Watching it float and turn to point at the lost soul, there wasn't a moment to react ast it pierced the very core of the wisp.
There was no pain, but instead a light that bloomed through its essence and began to fade from behind. Following this light to a stone where a silvered blade made of two pronged forks bending together to form a sharpened U-shape. With a ivory white grip and a intricate golden design on the pommel and crossguard the blade was breathtaking. Reaching a shaky hand to the handle the lost soul winced as numbness took over the wisp and a searing pain dancing across its body and burned deep within its left arm and took wings as it shot out up its shoulder. Screaming seemed far behind as the lost soul clenched the grip of its sword pale blood pouring out as the pain continued.
Once it subsided the wisp pulled the blade out with one quick motion and crouched to the ground. As the blade scraped from the stone a soft resonating pitch erupted out of the vibrating metal. Looking over at its left arm the lost soul noticed a swirling black scar that seemed to flutter and burn across the soul's arm as it stared deeper into it.
The humming voice seemed to grow as the lost soul, however it was hard to hear. The music in her mind, the vibrating pitch of her blade and the voice seemed to mesh, collide and make something together. As if the languages of each sound were merging together to create a, "Harmony."
Hearing the voice, no the name spoken out. Harmony's whole body grew even lighter as the ease of the name settled upon this lost soul. This was her name, a new name, but a name of its own. As the realization hit the lost soul the pain began to subside, ever so slightly till it was only a soft crackling against the skin. Getting back on her feet she felt a strength harmonize with all she was, is and will be. Looking over at the others, their names came to her one by one. Yet, how c-
Before she could finish her thought another pull took her attention and drew her closer to the center of the chamber. Gripping her sword tightly she began to walk towards the center, as the beast's eerie voice clawed into her mind yet again. Curious as to what it meant she continued, the blade softly singing as it vibrated across the air.
Reaching the center she looked onward at the bloody black best and felt contempt for the greedy creature. Noticing another, Niatiel, ask how the creature was she walked up behind her and voiced her own opinion. "Hopefully one of the others gave it indigestion." Inspecting the creature even closer she had to admit the beast looked awful, feeling a bit of guilt at the comment she moved on. Standing alongside the others Harmony held her blade in her bloody hand and waited for what was to come.
Eyes fluttering as the monster's voice swelled in delight and its gnashing teeth came close to the wisps formless body. As the beast talked the lost soul wasn't sure what horrid thing it meant, but did feel a lightness that was strange. Trying to reach the source of this lightness the soul found nothing, and before further inspection the monster stopped it's strange laughter. Looking at it the wisp raised its head as the creature leaned back returning to its full height and pointed to one of the plinths at the end of the room. Taking a slight step to its side the wisp got a better view of what it was pointing at as it's voice creeped its last message.
Wait, next pain? As the thought shifted from the lost soul's mind to its mouth the creature was already gone, off to torment another wisp. If its formless face could hold an expression, it would be one of annoyance. Letting its wispy head roll back the soul let out a groan of annoyance, to cover up the tension and uneasiness finally leaving its shapeless form. Shaking its entire body of the nerves and tension that hooked within it, the wisp stepped forward, noticing a shift as it moved, its body was a bit lighter. The sounds of screams and crunching could be heard as more and more wisps were consumed. It shook the wisp to its core, causing it to stop a few steps in, but knew it had to move on. Closing its eyes and taking another step this lost soul moved forward and joined the others that passed the first twisted test.
Walking past the rubble of a world this lost soul did not know it arrived to meet the others. Glancing around this lost soul couldn't find the ability to call out to the others around it. Instead it turned its attention to the plinth, crouching down to inspect the unfamiliar carvings a slow mezzo-piano tune began to form in its mind and wrapping itself around the wisps essence. Running its amorphous hand across the grooves and protrusions it seemed so unnatural. Pulling its hand away the wisp pressed it against itself and sat there crouched deep in the music encompassing it.
As the last wisp to succeed arrived the beast took the group's attention with its gruesome snickering and made motions with its hands. Unsure what it mean the wisp watched as the others seemed to understand and cut themselves on the jagged point of a stone. Stepping forward this lost soul looked at its hand and mustering the courage inside itself sliced its palm open. The pale blood dripped down deep into the groves of the stone. As light began to blossom around it the lost soul heard a faint voice in the light, and then the stone crumbled to reveal a strange silver shard. Watching it float and turn to point at the lost soul, there wasn't a moment to react ast it pierced the very core of the wisp.
There was no pain, but instead a light that bloomed through its essence and began to fade from behind. Following this light to a stone where a silvered blade made of two pronged forks bending together to form a sharpened U-shape. With a ivory white grip and a intricate golden design on the pommel and crossguard the blade was breathtaking. Reaching a shaky hand to the handle the lost soul winced as numbness took over the wisp and a searing pain dancing across its body and burned deep within its left arm and took wings as it shot out up its shoulder. Screaming seemed far behind as the lost soul clenched the grip of its sword pale blood pouring out as the pain continued.
Once it subsided the wisp pulled the blade out with one quick motion and crouched to the ground. As the blade scraped from the stone a soft resonating pitch erupted out of the vibrating metal. Looking over at its left arm the lost soul noticed a swirling black scar that seemed to flutter and burn across the soul's arm as it stared deeper into it.
The humming voice seemed to grow as the lost soul, however it was hard to hear. The music in her mind, the vibrating pitch of her blade and the voice seemed to mesh, collide and make something together. As if the languages of each sound were merging together to create a, "Harmony."
Hearing the voice, no the name spoken out. Harmony's whole body grew even lighter as the ease of the name settled upon this lost soul. This was her name, a new name, but a name of its own. As the realization hit the lost soul the pain began to subside, ever so slightly till it was only a soft crackling against the skin. Getting back on her feet she felt a strength harmonize with all she was, is and will be. Looking over at the others, their names came to her one by one. Yet, how c-
Before she could finish her thought another pull took her attention and drew her closer to the center of the chamber. Gripping her sword tightly she began to walk towards the center, as the beast's eerie voice clawed into her mind yet again. Curious as to what it meant she continued, the blade softly singing as it vibrated across the air.
Reaching the center she looked onward at the bloody black best and felt contempt for the greedy creature. Noticing another, Niatiel, ask how the creature was she walked up behind her and voiced her own opinion. "Hopefully one of the others gave it indigestion." Inspecting the creature even closer she had to admit the beast looked awful, feeling a bit of guilt at the comment she moved on. Standing alongside the others Harmony held her blade in her bloody hand and waited for what was to come.