Death City, Streets
Death City, Streets
The young man walked closer to his current partner now that the Kishin was slain, this time glancing about the area to ensure no further ambushes would occur. When he was satisfied that they were safe for the moment, Llewellyn turned his gaze once more to the woman before him. Brows furrowed in confusion at the offering presented to him. Is she taking pity on me for my weakness? Nails dug into his palm as Llewellyn's fist clenched and his eyes narrowed sharply. He wanted nothing more in this moment than to crush the offered Kishin Egg and toss it aside like the unconscious trash that littered the street. How dare she look down on him! Llewellyn had lived through more death and loss than she had; Llewellyn had suffered far more than she had; Llewellyn had witnessed his very classmates slowly turning monstrous but, despite all of that Hitomi sought to belittle him! The blonde's eyes blazed for a moment as he reached out with a trembling hand, though Llewellyn stopped himself from dropping the Kishin Egg at the last moment. No. I must calm myself first. The Madness in the city is exacerbating my negative emotions. Normally, Hitomi's concern for his well being would have felt heartwarming, yet in the presently chaotic streets of Death City, Llewellyn found himself needing to utilize some breathing exercises to calm himself down before in order to be in the right state of mind to accept her kindness. "Thank you." The long haired male said with more shame than gratitude as he now absorbed the Kishin Egg. Then, when Hitomi handed him one of her kunai to assist in protecting himself, Llewellyn felt his shame grow even more. "I shall be fine." He tried to give a smile, but much like the assurance he had uttered, Llewellyn's heart just wasn't in it. How could it be when shame and guilt warred with a gradually growing tide of violent intentions?
Death City, Home
The walk back home was quiet for Llewellyn, well, as quiet as things could be while Death City gradually tore apart at the seams. There were a few more individuals inflicted with Madness that Llewellyn had to assist in dispatching, though he didn't have any issue with the task now. A few of them may have some minor cuts or be missing partial parts of their fingers but that was to be expected given the current predicament... right? Then again, even if his actions were wrong, Llewellyn couldn't afford to slow down now that he was armed with a weapon. There was too much to worry about with the mere thought of returning home. Was the Lord of the House still alive? If so, was he still back at the house or did he flee? Was he inflicted with Madness? Had he already turned into a Kishin? Was Alice back at the House waiting for them? Was Alice even still alive? These concerns drove the young man to power through their adversaries as quickly as possible so that both Hitomi and Llewellyn himself could arrive safely at their destination. All he had to do was ignore the small splatters of blood on his clothing and the soft whispers that floated into his ear throughout the fighting.
When the two Weapons stepped foot onto what used to be the street of their shared home, Llewellyn felt his heart and his hope sink in tandem. With this much destruction, it is guaranteed that a few of our neighbors died. The thought brought sadness and a deep frown alongside it, though it slowly morphed into a grimace as the blonde's thoughts turned to anger. I will see to it that whatever monster did this meets a painful end. Fingers clenched tightly around the kunai placed in his hand as darkened Cobalt orbs sifted through the partially destroyed buildings for the creature that destroyed his peaceful home. Llewellyn did not pick out anything of interest with his own efforts, though once Hitomi called out, he saw plainly the source of his current contempt. Another Kishin, sitting atop of his roof... eating a human soul. His emotions swiftly changed once again as anger morphed into horror. That is not the Lord's soul is it? Surely he is not dead. He was able to flee. Llewellyn tried to console and convince himself that this was not merely Fate answering his earlier worries with dark humor. He tried to not flinch in fear as the semi solid Kishin roared with obvious hunger and rushed the other Weapon. I have failed. I have failed as her Weapon. The Lord is dead, I have failed. The young man did not notice the fight happening before him for his panic had dredged up a different fight. One where he had failed to save his very first teammates. He could remember witnessing the light leaving another young man's eyes; the heartwrenching cries of the partner that was left behind and Vera's tears upon him as she wept. He was still so weak, even after all this time, after all of his training, he could not save anyone.
A Weapon was made to slay Kishin before they could bring about great harm to others, like a gardener trimming away harmful weeds. Llewellyn was a shield, however, which meant that he could not slay Kishin, he could not trim away the harmful, parasitic weeds. If he could not rid the world of weeds as a shield, then he was supposed to protect, safeguard. He was to be a pot you could carefully tend to, free of any threat of weeds but, he had failed. His pot was infested and weeds covered the soil, strangling all life out of the beautiful flowers. Gardening? Could you be any less dull? Another whisper reached Llewelyn's ears, this time with an annoyed affliction. Your insignificant efforts are not likeable to gardening. They are more akin to a worm drowning in the dirt as rain continually pours down upon it. Then, when you seek out a solution, you crawl and squirm your way towards the sun, only to be seared by its rays, drying up your efforts and transforming them into their true weak and brittle form. The whisper sounded very similar to Llewellyn's own voice, but he could not feel his lips moving. Was he hallucinating then? No. Your unworthy ears are being graced by my voice, now listen you worm. I shall not repeat myself. The whisper was gradually crescendoing as its words continued to reach Llewellyn. Vaguely, Cobalt eyes saw Hitomi combat the Kishin blob, yet no sound from their conflict reached his ears. Give yourself unto me. The whisper, now a voice nearly identical to his own spoke into Llewellyn's ear. The young man glanced backwards, trying to catch a glimpse of the voice's source, only for his eyes to take in the destruction he noticed upon setting foot on this street. Was there no one else here? You cannot perceive my perfect visage within the physical plain. The voice let out an amused chuckle as Cobalt eyes settled back upon Hitomi to watch the young woman fight again. Become my vessel and I shall ensure that no one under my protection will ever perish. The offer would not usually seem tempting to Llewellyn, yet with the absence of Alice these past few days, the chaos plaguing Death City and the Lord of the House's potential demise, Llewellyn was struggling to find a reason to refuse. Still, refuse he did. "No. I shall not allow a voice the ability to interact with the world. Not when it's intentions are unknown." His conviction was shaky, but Llewellyn believed it to be strong enough as he took a step towards the fight to assist Hitomi.
His single step became a second, then a third until Llewellyn was rushing forth, brandishing the kunai Hitomi gave him. The young man entered the combat with a powerful thrust, pushing the borrowed weapon into the blob's form. There was no noticeable change to the Kishin from Llewellyn's attack, though the long haired male's eyes widened in total surprise as his arm wrenched upwards, carving or displacing much of the Kishin's mass. My offer was not a choice, you lowly worm. His left hand grabbed hold of his right wrist as Llewellyn quickly retreated, thankfully avoiding the Kishin's reprisal by accident. Panic and confusion mixed together as Llewellyn took a moment to regain control of his arm. Resistance? How unexpected. The voice seemed... amused? Let us see how long your resistance will last, worm. The young man was forced to dodge to the right as the Kishin surged towards him now. Then, Llewellyn attempted to swing the kunai towards the Kishin again, only for him to lose control of his arm once more. The fight would continue on like this for Llewellyn. Whenever the long haired male tried to attack, the voice would then use Llewellyn's arm to deliver an attack of it's own design. Thankfully, Llewellyn still had control of his other limbs, but not his voice. He could not shout out any warning of his situation to Hitomi, for his jaw had clenched shut so tight felt as though both sides were sown shut. Nor could the young man try to get Hitomi's attention any other way without compromising their victory in their battle. I suppose I will just have to hold out until this Kishin is slain.
Tags: The Elder Hitomi