Warning Introduction is graphic.
The Pit… a being which had been asked by the gods to hold those not eligible for the afterlife. For in the early days containing so many sinners became troublesome. Many had found ways to escape their various "hells". The Pit had agreed upon one condition; that it be supplied with virgin females to feast upon every one in a while. No set time was ever agreed upon. It could be once every fifty years or once every six months.
So the middle realm was created for the Pit to reside in. Between the afterlife and the realm of life.
The middle realm was a forest, at either end was a gate. One for life the other for the afterlife. Somewhere between laid the Pit. It's exact location hidden from all, even the gods. One village resided within the middle realm. Its purpose was a simple one. Raise the virgins to be fed to the pit. The villagers didn't know of this. They simply knew that they lived simple lives, and that every once in a while, one of their young women would be taken off by a strange man.
But the Pit was picky. It was given a little power over the middle realm in order to communicate what kind of female it wanted. When it was time, the pit would send forth a being it created from the realm.
Once it's task was complete, it sat, it never eat, it never slept, it was blessed with eternal youth. Yet it only waited for the next task which would be the same as the last.
Chapter 1:
His body?
It's just a shell.
That soul? It knows nothing but blind obedience. He has come from the pit to complete his task.
Calmly, the Umbreon pulled his body up from the dirt. His mission awaited. He started his walk toward the village.
His body was cold, he could feel the life trickling back into his numbed bones and muscles. He could feel his heart pounding away from within. It had been so long.
As he journeyed he noticed the full moon, its pink light filtered down from the treetops.
The small village, locked in time, was made of stones and thatch roofs. It's inhabitance waited at the village center for the hooded one. The one who would choose the feast. They waited in silence; many villagers holding torches in hopes of it protecting them from him. He had not appeared in quite some time.
A path led from the forest edge to the village center where the crowd made a gap for the being to walk through.
The elder, Malachi, an Absol of advanced age, stood in the center clothed in a grey tunic.
The Umbreon emerged from the forest and slowly followed the path up to the village center. The village people knelt as he entered the circle.
"Bring her forth." Malachi ordered.
She stepped forward. Her body covered in a grey tunic. She was an Espeon.
His mouth went dry, his heart rate increased. He was stunned. He felt something, odd. He was astounded by her beauty. He had seen none other like her in his millennia of servitude. He was infatuated by her soft features; her purple eyes twinkled in the torchlight. Her lavender fur was without a blemish. She was perfect.
The Umbreon stood for a single second, his feeling rushing through him.
Malachi stood close enough to see the Umbreon's face. He knew something was up. The beings cold demeanor was gone in seconds when she stepped forward. His cheeks were red! Malachi was shocked, he had been performing this ritual for nearly a lifetime and had never seen the Umbreon look like this!
The Umbreon forced himself to take the chain the woman was bound by. He led her down the path and into the forest.
~She'll be killed~ He thought. Another emotion erupted from within. It was…painful. But he had no word for it.
~No…she will not die not this one!~ He shouted in his head. He turned away from the direction his emergence area was in. To some other direction.
"Whats your name?" She asked. Her voice had fear. She knew she would die soon. She simply needed something to take her mind off it. Or at the very least stall him.
"A…name?" He responded flatly. His voice had little emotion to it.
"Yeah…What's yours?" She asked.
"I…don't have…one." He stopped walking and turned to face her.
"So…you're mother just didn't name you?"
"What's…a mother?" He managed to imitate the word she said.
"The woman who gave birth to you."
"The Pit…gave birth to me. Gave me no name…only a purpose." His speech was improving. It was clear he hadn't spoken words in an while.
She couldn't believe it. The entire town thought this being was a monster who came to kill women for fun. No he was simply an empty shell. A pawn. A soulless being who just followed orders from some demonic being. (Wrong again)
"What's…your name?" He asked.
"Elizabeth." "How far are we from the Pit?"
"Not going to the pit anymore."
Elizabeth's eyes shot open like fireworks!
"Why not I've been chosen! "
There was a silence.
"I…like you…too much." His face was a deep red blush. He avoided eye contact. She was shocked beyond belief. Elizabeth had seen this look before. It was the look of a young boy who had just admitted he had a crush on a girl.
~He has feelings!?~
They continued walking on. Elizabeth was lost in her thoughts. Her captor was quiet again. She wondered if she was in danger. If he would kill her, was he some kind of psycho?
After a while he stopped and turned to speak to her.
"Can I have a name Elizabeth?" His speech had improved. It was almost normal. "Must I be named by a woman?"
"No not necessarily." Elizabeth thought for a moment. "Unchain me and I'll give you a name."
The Umbreon immediately stepped up to her and broke the chains as if they were sticks. He was shockingly strong. He towered over her. His red eyes were intimidating and his cloak just made him look mysterious.
He gently touched her hand to hold it.
Elizabeth yipped and pulled her hand back when he touched it, it was freezing cold!
"God, your hands are so cold!"
"The Pit is cold. So I am too. Sorry."
"Wait…hell is cold?"
"Not hell, no such place. There is the Pit. It is dark, cold and wet."
"I know what I'll name you. I'll name you Chill."
"Thank you Elizabeth." He said. His face turned into an innocent smile.