It was over. Literally.
Right arm nowhere to be found. At the top of some snowy mountain in russia. And worse of all... His blood was slowly gushing out of his now non-existent appendage.
Fiamma had better days.
Due to this, his body temperature was slowly decreasing. If blood loss didn't get him, hypothermia will. What a joke!
He laugh inwardly.
Then go find out on your own from now on...
Those words said by the boy resounded in his head.
Find out?! I'm dying here! The only thing I'm 'finding out' here is how I die.
Pitiful really.
He glanced at the sky, thinking about it. But it all went dark. The cold sensation he was feeling from the snow stopped. The mountain disappeared, the ground too, and everything around it.
It was all pitch black. A dead space.
Did he die and went to purgatory already?
Wait! That was way too fast, even for his standards.
He looked around confused. Nothingness, it was an empty void.
Hello.
His eyes widened. A voice. But it was clearly a high volume, and yet nothing happened around him. Looking around the area nothing changed. Until he turned around.
There was a single man. He was wearing clean clothing, unlike him who had one of his long sleeves ripped out. It was a very simple clothing choice.
The red head was very suspicious of the man. Can't blame him. Other than this person's odd fashion choice, there was something else that was disturbing about him.
And that was his eyes, they were pools of black, dead and uncaring, like the world around him.
"Who... are you...?"
Breaking the silence, Fiamma slowly questioned. He didn't know why, but it feels like he was being scrutinized by the unknown man.
The man didn't answer the questioned. He just stared at him. Or what Fiamma thought, it was really hard to tell with the lack of eyes.
You are a very calm fellow, huh?.
The man spoke in a very disinterested fashion. The sound reverberated in his head.
Fiamma tensed at those words. This wasn't like the previous conversations he had before. Unlike the spiky haired boy who spoke with a sense of fulfillment. This man spoke with no emotion, no reason.
It reminded him of his just recent scuffle with the superintendent. He already knew from the start. The way he just suddenly appeared behind him. This man was an existence beyond logic.
He laughed inwardly. Meeting three incomprehensible beings one after the other. What luck! He jokingly asked to himself if that boy's misfortune was contagious.
Fiamma returned the man's soulless stare with his own blank stare.
"So? Here to take my other arm?" The red head said in a joking manner as he waived his left arm.
The man didn't reply again.
Fiamma felt a strange feeling coming inside of him. The same one he felt when he faced Aleister.
You know why you're here.
He spoke again. Though, it didn't really make much sense to him. It was monotonous.
"Why, I'm here?"
You failed, didn't you
This was becoming even more confusing. It was really flat. At least Aleister spoke in a way that can be described, ambiguous as it is.
You wanted to save everyone...
The man paused as he stared at Fiamma's right shoulder.
...And look at what happened to you because of it.
Fiamma scowled "You got a problem with that?"
No
"And why exactly am I here? And you still haven't answered the first question I asked you?"
You'll know soon enough.
Fiamma felt a very cold chill when the unknown man said those words.
He didn't know why, but his consciousness was rapidly fading. The last thing he saw was the lone figure of the man slowly disappearing.
And then complete darkness again.