New fanfiction idea! Yay! Let's hope I can actually finish this one. As a word of warning, some, if not all, chapters will end on a cliffhanger of some sort. These will not be addressed in this fanfic, and instead serve as topics for future fanfics that I feel like writing.
Where Hell Resides
Act 1: Elsword
Elsword laid on his bed, already dreading his choice. Just one night's sleep, that's all he needed. Just one reprieve from this constant war with demons. As his eyes closed for the night, his mind offered no such mercy.
Elsword shot up to a sitting position. Noise. Had some Glitters snuck into the camp? Elsword quietly got off his bed and picked up his greatsword, moving outside his tent. For a second, he could have sworn he was in the past. Red hair like fire flowed in the night time wind and glowed in the faint torchlight. Her back was turned to him, just like when they were kids. "No way…" Elsword found himself speaking aloud, as if just speaking the words would make the hallucination vanish. Instead, she turned around, and Elsword looked at his sister's smiling face. "Finally found you, Els. It's been years." Elsword tried to take a step towards his sister, but found himself stuck in place. She was right there, why wouldn't his legs move? Really, feet? Now isn't the time to be dumbfounded! Elsword was on the verge of smacking his knee with the hilt of his sword when he saw the flash of light soar through the air. Followed by two more. Suddenly, the sky was filled with flaming arrows, raining down upon the camp. The air was suddenly filled with panicked shouts, cries of pain, and the sound of metal on wood. Elesis looked around. "A raid?! Elsword, we should go!" Her voice was filled with worry for his own good as she held out her hand for him to take. Elsword reached for it, his legs still unable to move. Her hand, however, remained just out of his reach. He put as much effort as he could muster to move towards her hand, but just as his fingers reached hers, a sword fell from the sky and pierced her heart. Elsword eyes widened as he saw his sister fall to the ground, dead before she touched the dirt. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. Matters only got worse as a familiar red haired knight walked up and pulled out the hiltless sword from his sister's corpse. Elsword's mind drew a blank as he came face to face with….himself? The hair was spikier and blackened in some places, and he wore very odd clothes, but he felt that this was him. How, though, could there be two of him? As elsword pondered what odd demon magic this was, Aisha ran right by him, tugging on the strange doppelganger's arm. "Elsword, we have to go! The Glitters have already taken the southern bra-" The purple haired mage was silenced quickly as this strange boy raised his hand to her face. A quick hand movement, and a sword pierced her neck from behind. "Shut up." The words were spoken coldly as the sword swiftly cut off her head. Elsword fell to his knees. This was a nightmare, it had to be. He began frantically trying to wake himself as the rest of the Elgang showed up. Before they even had a chance to react, however, the dark Elsword raised his hand to the air, swords rising from the ground, impaling each of them, before a flick of his wrist rained swords down upon the bodies of his friends. As Elsword saw the last people he cared about fall to the ground, torn apart by these strange attacks, he finally regained the ability to speak. And the first and only word he was able to shout that night was an ear-shattering scream.
Elsword shot up to a sitting position. Light peeked in through the tent. Another restless night. Elsword pounded the small table next to his bed. He wasn't sure whether the dreams or the Glitters were the worst threat to his safety. As he swung his feet off the bed, and walked over to his greatsword, he felt some sort of looming sense of dread in the back of his mind.
Meanwhile, deep in the mountains, a boy checked his spiky hair in a lake. He held up his hand, a sword appearing for him to grab. "About time to go take my place." The red head turned at the orange sky far off in the distance, the capital of Velder. "Enjoy your final days, Elsword, trapped in the heat of war. This time, neither side will be the winner." The boy licked his lips as he felt the souls of the dead warriors flow into his sword. "I'll eat all of you...and take my place in history as the first King of Shadows!"
Yeah, cliche glimpse of the future! I'm so good at this stuff *sarcasm*. In any case, if you're interested in seeing more of this particular story, or can't wait to see another character's nightmare, then let me know in a review by checking out the box below. I'll see you all next time for another look at where hell resides.