A deep, unending black spread as far as the eye could see, the remnants of a broken prison drifted lazily throughout the area, as if suspended by some invisible strings. Perched lightly on the broken wall of a room, a black haired man looked around him, a bored expression on his face, his hair style was unique and very very long, the black braid trailing down to his feet, his fringe flopping lightly over one clear green eye. He was clothed in what was once a noble's clothing, black trousers fitted tightly against his legs, calf length black boots while at his hip the black hilt of two swords, one a long katana and the other a short one, each decorated with the same silver feathers. He wore a white ruffled shirt with a long black coat, it was decorated with a few silver feathers which patterned his pockets, the silver them lined the edges and silver cuffs held the sleeves back. He leapt lightly off of the wall, ignoring the chains which appeared frequently, they didn't bother him so he didn't bother them.

Fornax Vessalius, oldest brother to the Vessalius family, turned to the huge black dog at his side, a Barghest, and smiled, reaching a hand out to lightly stroke the soft pointed ears, the wolf-dog wavered under his fingers, it's spirit flickering out of this world and into an unknown one, before solidifying slightly, large sections of its body fading from sight even as it followed his master. Fornax reached up, hand resting lightly over his heart. Fornax lifted his head as he felt the very foundations of the abyss tremble, signifying that the Will of the Abyss was furious.

Fornax looked down at the dog, who was studying him with dark eyes and curled his hands in the scruff its it's fur, he closed his eyes and disappeared, appearing in the Will of the Abyss' room. The white haired maiden was on her knee's, screaming almost deafeningly at nobody, her words so angry he couldn't make them out. Fornax lightly stepped towards her, catching her madly gesturing arms and hugging her gently. The toys who had been desperately swarming around her, trying to calm her, all seemed to sag with relief.

The white haired young girl, upon realizing who it was, sagged against him while she breathed hard. She smiled as the dog lightly lay its head upon her leg, soothing her by its smoke like feel against her leg. When Fornax deemed it safe, he released her and picked her up, sitting her on the sofa and sitting with her, the large dog leaping up to sit next to him.

"Alice?" He murmured softly, lightly picking up the soft white rabbit from the floor and handing it to her. The girl hugged it to her chest as if she was a child, her white eyes closing as she bit her lip. "What's wrong, my dear Alice?"

"T-that boy!" She burst out, eyes flying open in her fury. "He picked her! That black haired Alice! The blood-stained black rabbit!" She snarled, a light shuddering running through the abyss. "W-why didn't he pick me?!" She whimpered, suddenly tearful. "Am I not good enough?"

"Hmm. Well. I don't think that, my dear. I know if you would only get along with B rabbit, perhaps you too would gain Oz as your friend. Alice, now don't get mad but maybe you are getting at this the wrong way, you need t-" Fornax fell silent abruptly, hunching over and clutching his chest. Alice, though she cared about nobody, looked up, concern in her eyes.

"Fornax? What's wrong? What is it?" Alice murmured as Fornax fell from the chair, writhing on the floor, his dog pawing at him, whining loudly. Alice was old, yes but she acted like a little girl a times and like all little girls, when somebody screamed she got scared so when Fornax screamed, red lips parted and pale, handsome face tightened in pain, she clapped her hands over her ears and whimpered.

"It hurts, Alice! It HURTS!!" Fornax writhed for a long time, unable to tell Alice what was wrong because he didn't understand it himself. Fornax stopped screaming, voice spent, and began to cry but not normal tears, tears the crimson of blood. Alice knew what this meant, she knelt at his side, stroking his hair. She lightly patted the sweat off of his face with a bit of cloth she'd made.

"Hush Fornax, it's alright." She soothed, even as her voice trembled. "Who is it? Who's doing this? Why is it happening?"

Fornax lifted his hand, miming writing even as he trembled with pain. Alice quickly made some paper and a pen with a power and slid them into Fornax's grip. He began to write, cursive script sloppy with his pain. It read:

You remember when I told you that I came from a different universe?

Alice nodded softly. "I remember, you told me you defeated someone, an evil man, Voldemort, who had torn his soul. You said that when you defeated him you became a Soul shaper and you were thrown into this universe, then found by Lord Vessalius."

Yes. Well, when I was thrown into this universe it caused me intense pain, the transition hurts a lot and every so often my body hurts, reminding me that I don't belong here, in this universe.

The pen fell from Fornax's hands, his body shuddering slightly. Alice, in her panic, summoned a chain. Deep silver wings arcing upwards beautifully, bird-like body huge in the small room, it only had silver wings, the rest of it was coloured a deep glossy black except the very end of its beak which was a the same silver as its wings. The chain lifted its wing, slicing its beak downwards to draw blood, it stepped quietly towards Fornax, its talons clawed a gash in Fornax's arm but the writing man hardly noticed, he did notice when his pain suddenly stopped and someone else's blood was smeared over his bleeding arm.

The blood healed rapidly and the bird lifted its head and screeched, a loud, beautiful sound that echoed throughout the small room. Alice was panicked when a gold light glowed on Fornax and the bird who had transformed into a humanoid form temporarily, a small boy with silvery wings and black hair. The boy, with startling strength, lifted Fornax up, for he had long since fallen unconscious. His beast-like dog stepped into the gold light and, with Alice's panicked cries calling for them, ascended to 'earth'.

More specifically, Vessalius mansion, right in front of the startled eyes of Oscar Vessalius, who quickly called for the maid and rushed to help.

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Authors Note:

A little project of mine, I hope to know what 'cha think!