Darkness was all around. Encroaching, imposing, suffocating, it felt like chains were wrapped around Nuada's body, chains that were being pulled tighter and tighter. He long ago quit his attempts to escape, it was a useless feet for even if he was able to escape the bounds, how would he be able to find his way out of the abyss when he could not even determine if his eyes were open or not. The ever persistent darkness did not only lay captive of him physically but mentally as well. No matter how hard he pushed his reach in the inner depths of his psyche, he could not make contact with his sister. It was as if not only where they a great distance apart but that the link that they've shared since birth had also been severed and burned at the ends. Time seemed to pass by as if by a whirl wind and then at the same time it seemed to move as a sleeping child being roused from the warmth of their bed and sweetness of their dreams. And so, after thirteenth attempt to breech the barriers both physical and mental, he came to the conclusion that he could only wait. And so, he did.
However our dear prince was not made to wait long for before long, a light presented itself flickering out in the distance. Quite a distance it was at that. At first the princeling had deemed it a figment of imagination, that he had finally gotten to the end of his rope and his mind had proposed that it should make a mockery of him but as time seemingly went in whatever it's purposed direction was, the light in the distance drew closer. Though by now means did it do such in a haste. There were at times when his anticipation had risen to an utmost unbearable degree for it seemed at last that whatever the light was had decided to come brawling towards him only for the light to stop, as if seemingly held up in a thought, and to then go of in another direction to the breeches of his vision and then there were times when he was almost certain that he was to see the last of it as it drew farther and farther into the darkness only to have it pop up in another area. He stared at the ever flickering light, running about, in whichever direction, seeming to have no purpose and yet seeming to be like the fiery tails of comets, trailing after the falling stars. Whatever it was, Nuada felt that in no way imaginable would it come to him, so he allowed his eyes to sag and close for he was certain that the next time they were drawn open the little white light would still be flying about in the distance.
Nuada thought himself to quite tired, for almost immediately after he had closed his eyes, he heard laughter, light and airy, like little bells chiming in a stone chamber; he had fallen into a dream by his thoughts. Opening his eyes tentatively, curious as to where the laughter could be coming from, he was held witness to a young human girl, no more than the age of five standing in front of him seemingly eye level to him and in turn gazing back at him with big obsidian eyes just as he gazed at her, her eyes reflecting the same wonder and astonishment that his own most likely showed. Though it had been previously stated that the girl appeared to have the body of a five year old human female but Nuada could not bring himself to feel the hatred that had blackened and burned his heart nor could he even consider her to be human, it didn't seem to fit. Her entire appearance spoke of human descent, and yet he could not bear to think of her as such. The little girl tilted her head to the side, her brow frowning, as she continued to look back at him. A light surround the girl, almost fighting away the darkness at the fray, and over her form he could see trees and grass as well as where she stood. So it was only he who was trapped within the darkness.
Just as he was about to say something the child's face took a startled appearance. Her brow dipped and her mouth pursed into frown, as she took a look over her shoulder and then around everywhere else. Within a blink of his the young child vanished along with the light that she seemingly carried which was replaced once again by darkness. Nuada started at the spot where she had stood in disbelief, a million and one questions rolling through his head.
"Pretty little thing isn't she?" the hissing whooshed past Nuada's ear sending the hairs up on the back of his neck. Turning his head, he came face to face with the Angel of Death.
"Now, now. Quit with that face. I've no plans to harm you, you aren't even under my jurisdiction. Oh, please, little one don't look so confused. Oh, it's all quite very simple," the angel came around, face to face with Nuada. The angel appeared to have an expression of pity written on her face, though seeing as there were no visible eyes Nuada wasn't quite sure, though the tuting was certainly a clue, "If you haven't come to realize it yet, you dear little princeling are in Limbo, ah there with that face again. Let me put it this way, you died before you were meant to, thus your soul has been temporarily sent to Limbo to wait till it is time for you to be placed back in your body and reawakened. It shouldn't take long, just a few more years. You truly do owe that little child for being born, her and her brother, or you and your sister would never have gotten your chance to be reborn. You would've just stayed in Limbo forever until it was time for you to move on, no second chance at all."
"Where is she?" Nuada glared at the being infront of him. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was when someone treated him as if he was a fool.
"Who? The little princess or your sister? Because I'm sure you worried about her," that persistent cooing was grating at his last nerves, "you sister is in a different area of Limbo. She unlike you does not need to be restricted and restrained. The girl has awakened, to her, the little meeting you two had was just all a dream. Well, I must be going now, things to do, people's souls to harness. Goodbye pirnceling... for now."
Her head balanced in her palm, Evelyn looked out the kitchen window and watched as the snow feel down from the heavens to coat the cold earth. It had been several years since she had had that dream, and since then she had matured a large extent. Though when compared to her twin brother, she was the more delicate and porcelain like in appearance, however she had proven to never judge a book by it's cover and had earned a reputation for being the strongest out of the two. She sighed, thinking back to all of the trails she had endured to prove that she wasn't just some little dainty damsel. It unnerved her to the highest extent that everyone always underestimated her just because she was a girl. She was the daughter of Liz Sherman and Hellboy for Christ's sake! They could give her a little credit! She was brought out her thoughts as a wooden spoon made contact with the back of her head.
"Hello! Earth to Eve! Anybody home? Kettle to Pot, Kettle to Pot, this is Kettle speaking?" Evelyn glared at her twin brother, who was standing diagonally across from her at the kitchen island, decked out in an apron with enough flour in his hair to make several loafs of bread. Edgar raised an eyebrow at her, the unvoiced question written all over his face. Sighing, she jumped of her seat at the island and went to fetch the spoon from the tile floor.
"Don't even dare start nagging at me!" She knew it was no use to threaten him, he never bought her threats anyway, he knew her to well; no matter how mad they were at each other, neither of them could do harm to the other.
"Fine, fine...but," Evelyn groaned, here he goes, "Oh don't groan at me. I'm worried about you! You've been sleeping less and less, and spacing out more and more. I'm worried that you're going to crash any moment now, or that you'll face'll freeze that way. Eve, Eve... QUIT IT!"
Evelyn ducked down and to the left, just barely missing being side-swiped by the wash cloth her brother kept tied around the waist of his apron. Laughing, she spun around and hugged her brother, handing him back the discarded spoon.
"You know what either help me with this cake or get out," Edgar swiped the spoon out of her hand, washing it clean, there was no such thing as a five second rule to Edgar, he despised germs and dirt with a passion. Admitting defeat, Evelyn grabbed an apron off a near by rack on the wall, she threw it on and grabbed a couple of eggs out of the carton in the fridge. The two began to work on the cake, attempting to stick to the recipe as much as possible. Key word: attempting. With the two twins and varying tastes, so many alterations were made that nobody could've made hide nor hair of what the original recipe was. After the cake had gone in the oven, they began the clean up which went better than the cooking process. In the end, they both ened up in front of the oven waiting for the time to set, Evelyn perched on top of the island counter, swinging out her legs, while Edgar leaned against it with his elbows propped behind him to keep him up. Sighing, Evelyn resigned.
"I don't know, have you ever had a feeling that your life was going to drastically change soon, but you don't know how soon, why, or if it'll be bad or good?" she asked knowing she wouldn't get an answer. In human years, they were adults, eighteen the golden age, but in retrospective, they might as well have been babes when it came to experience. Yes, they had gone on missions and travelled and been taught about everything that Abe could possibly cram into their heads but that didn't mean they knew what they were doing. Edgar frowned, and just as his had down previously, allowed a resigned sigh to pass his lips. Sharing a look with her brother, Evelyn couldn't help but think as the timer went off, that whatever was going to happen was going to be big. She just hoped it wouldn't be bad.
I promised and I deliver! Hope you all had a wonderful Holiday season and that your New Year is starting off with a bang.
P.S. If you want to see Evelyn's design, check my profile for the two links.
Love,
~Anna
