Four Years Later
"I am... The Black Death!" Young woman flocked around the man, creating a large crowd around him. Pedestrians around them were assaulted by their squeals, almost like a dolphin. A young lady, blonde locks partially tied into a side ponytail, stood at the outer edge of the crowd, a suspicious look in her eyes.
She muttered to herself softly, backing away from the crowd as the squeals doubled in volume. "I thought The Black Death was the silent type of guy, not the type to... flaunt." She turned away to leave, the crowd clearing around her as she took steps to leave the square.
"Oh, hello young lady. Would you like an autograph perhaps?" A man with a cocky smile grabbed onto the blonde beauty's hand, bringing it up to his lips.
"Oh! Uh," She quickly retracted her hand from his loose grip, pretending to brush out her hair. "I, uh, I'm just passing through." Suddenly, something pulled her in. She felt as though she had no control over what her own body was doing, what she was saying.
"Really? What a shame, I wanted to invite such a beauty like you to a yacht party I'm having tonight!" The man grinned, like he was up to no good, but he knew that she could not refuse.
Before the blonde could even get control over her body, words tumbled out of her mouth forcefully, "I would love to!"
"Thank you for accepting, sweetheart. I'll best be on my way now." The man flew away in a swirl of purple flames, winking as he flew through the, oh so, blue sky.
Whatever had taken over the blonde's body was gone now. She clicked her tongue, sighing as she saw a flash of rings on his thin, uncalloused fingers. "No way did I just fall for that."
A low chuckle echoed behind her, and she clumsily spun on her heels to face the person. "Unfortunately, yes, you did fall for that." A young man, metallic silver hair shining in the bright sun. His eyes stood out the most, the poisonous green holding a glint of... of something unidentifiable.
"Oh, uh, yeah. That's pretty lame magic to fall for, right?" The man chuckled again, his eyes crinkling at the edges, bending into crescent moons.
"Well, I suppose it's quite 'lame'." The man smiled, gentle and... somewhat welcoming. "Can I get a name?"
The blonde stumbled on her words, feeling her cheeks and neck flush. "Oh, yes, uh," she cleared her throat quickly, trying to gather her wits about her. "My name is Lucy. What's yours?"
"My name is Kritanta. Yes, I know, weird." Lucy smiled, a smiled that didn't quite come to her eyes, but a polite one for acquaintances.
"It's not that weird. I think it's just... unique!" Kritanta stared at Lucy, like he was trying to see underneath the meaning of her words. Then a smile bloomed on his face, though very chilling.
"Most people would just agree that... yes, it's a very weird name," he said, "but I suppose some people would use a gentler word to describe my... unique name." Lucy chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck as she meekly took a step back from Kritanta.
"Well, uh," Lucy smiled apologetically, "I've gotta go, you know. To get ready for the, uh, yacht party." Kritanta's smile grew slightly, a knowing look in his eyes. His eyes seemed to glow underneath the bangs of silver.
"Yes, of course. Have a good day, Miss Lucy." Kritanta flashed a smile before turning on his heels, his crossbow bumping against his legs. The mark on his neck contrasting with his sickly pale skin.
Lucy felt goosebumps rising all across her supple skin, her hair standing on end.
That man... he was a peculiar one, wasn't he?
