|| My first story published. It's still a fragment though! I do hope you get to suggest up after you've read the first chapter. The events happened during the period of the manga chapters "The Investigation" & "Tying Things Up, New Beginnings "
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"Meeting"
Recurring dreams. It left the raven-haired woman wake. Time was racing. Fleeing.
Past midnight, her blurred vision scanned the room. Furniture, files & pens scattered on the table. Motionless. Seemingly hugging the darkness. The illumination was poor, save for the moonlight casting its faint glow on the room. It felt cold, even though sheets covered most of her frame.
"Another successive night of torment." She whispered.
The brink of the Kishin's awakening left her in all-nighters, and after a full discovery of a traitorous believer, she was left with just complying. Add to the occasions where she is at command. The East Asia Director, Azusa Yumi leaned against the wooden rest of the bed. Breathing gently, somehow gathering her thoughts every now and then. With the wall clock ticked to sequence.
"I suppose.. you had a good sleep?" a soft voice shattered the silence, completely startling the woman. The timepiece raced. 1 o' clock. Her eyes darted immediately open, searching light. I need more luminance. Her thoughts stirred as her hands reached the table side. Glasses. Surely her vision is dulled especially having this dim perception around her. More so of the place.
The female Deathscythe couldn't deny at times she was practically vulnerable to hallucination. Was she just imagining by that? Surely the recognition is real. Vivid. The nightmares she kept in self. The continuous pursuit of her being. Her composure was stiff although it kept her in daze state. Nothing could scare her now. She was pretty much accustomed to it. The torments. Adults must not bat their eyes at simple things, and be scared for that. But Azusa was surprised to discover why. Why she was startled by her own figment of reality?
Impressive. She could feel the slight metallic sound ringing against the polished wood. Few minutes have passed and finally retrieving what she sought. The blankets rustled as she adjusted, her hand now at her spectacles.
The woman felt a sudden chill resting in her skin. By her senses she could tell it was a hand stopping hers to raise her viewing instrument. The precise moment she could've found the culprit.
"Who dares…" Almost. Her voice reduced to silence with a pressed finger on her lips. The time she also lowered the assailant's arm down with her free hand. Awed why the intruder didn't even resisted. The lamp on her bedside suddenly sparked to life, her hands being free from any hold.
And with that, she made up the face of the attacker. So it was real. Those what she have seen. The features of someone from long ago putting the glasses back in her face. A smile was well pursed in his lips. Her glasses glinted, giving him a look of intense disappointment. Now the priest came back, basked against the fake light of goodness.
"Father.."
No.
Justin Law.