Hey guys! A few clarifications before you start reading…
This is a transportation fic. As lame as those usually are, I have always had a fascination for the "So-and-so gets transported to another dimension" stories. I enjoy reading them, though I have rarely come across any that really strikes my fancy. So, I finally decided to just write my own.
This is in no way a self-insertion fic. Kitaku is VERY different from me, from her personality right down to her looks. I just wanted to clarify that.
I hope you all enjoy.
Prologue
Dream
Darkness.
Complete, and utter darkness.
That was all Kitaku could see and feel as she dragged her limp body along the floor, frantically groping the area for something grab onto. Her entire body was numb; there was no feeling, no pain, yet the most she could do was continue to slowly pull herself forward.
Where was she going, though? She had no clue. Kitaku simply knew that she was suffocating in the black abyss that surrounded her. Her lungs felt as if they were ready to collapse, and she quickly grew desperate to find a way to escape.
Voices taunted her, vibrating to the very core. Anger. Hatred. Betrayal. Horror. There were so many emotions wrapped up into those torturous voices, threatening to drive her mad in her pitch black hellhole.
You can't do it.
You failed us all.
You're despicable.
How could you?
What are you?
"Leave me alone…" Kitaku's lips trembled helplessly as she silently mouthed these three words in a chant, struggling to maintain her own ragged breaths. "Leave me alone!" Her desperate crawling slowed to a near halt, muscles unable to drag her weight along any longer.
Just as she had resigned to wallowing in her torture, a dim light appeared ahead. Its soft yellow glow looked like a savior in the midst of the empty void all around it. With newfound strength, Kitaku dragged herself toward that one, small light, and grew increasingly horrified at what it revealed to her.
The first thing she noticed was the blood that ran up her sickly, frail arms. Wounds were littered all about her limbs and torso as though she had been torn apart in the worst of ways. As she crawled closer, she started to feel again—although she wished she didn't. It began as a slow burn littered across her entire body, and steadily built up into a searing pain that nearly left her crippled. The full force of the severity of her wounds swept over her like a blanket of blinding agony.
For a moment, the thought of returning to the darkness seemed extremely comforting. Everything was numb there—nothing mattered. She couldn't see, but she couldn't feel either. It was as though she didn't exist at all.
Kitaku didn't know why, but she pressed on. Through the excruciating pain, she pulled herself over to that warm, small ball of light, despite the horrific sight of her torn arms and the thick trail of blood. She wearily lifted her head up, choking back her strangled cries of pain, to stare at a lone silhouette in the darkness. He stood on both feet, gazing down at her with piercing eyes, crooked mouth turned upward in a sickening grin. Her eyes widened as the shadows seemed to come to life around him. They danced and contorted into many different statures, twisting into a horde of unspeakable hellish creatures. Before she knew it, she was surrounded by an army of grotesque monsters, and left to cower in the faint glow that had once been her comfort.
The shadowed man outstretched his hand toward her, his twisted smirk broadening at the bewildered expression on Kitaku's face. That was when he spoke a single word. His voice was smooth, inviting, and almost as warm as the light that the battered girl laid under, greatly contrasting the chilling demons that stood about him.
"Come."