Author's Note: Hello again all! Thanks for waiting for this chapter. I hope you all enjoy it and I hope to post another one soon.
Chapter 3
Daisuke woke again in the arms of two robed figures. Monotone chanting filled the air. Supported even now, as his body struggled to awaken itself, Daisuke could hardly lift his head to see where they were headed. After numerous attempts to activate his spine, Daisuke decided to wait a little bit. It didn't feel as if they were moving yet anyway.
Dark? Are you ok?
Daisuke could see Dark shaking his head as if to clear it of the smog that the gas had induced.
I think I could do without the chanting. It's giving me a headache. He replied dryly.
What do you think they're chanting about?
Sounds like an incantation to me. Some sort of ritual I imagine. People like them enjoy doing those kinds of things.
Daisuke was about to reply to his other half when the two people supporting him started moving. Dragged along between them, Daisuke tried once again to see the intended destination and this time he succeeded. They were still in the recess and were now headed for the pinkish ball of light. The source of illumination was much more sinister up close and Daisuke engaged his poorly muscles to put up at least a token resistance.
Daisuke, listen.
Daisuke stopped struggling at his counterpart's words. When Dark was saying to listen, something important was up. The first thing that Daisuke noticed was that the chanting had morphed into understandable English. As he listened closer, he began to decipher the words.
Oh Lord. Please accept this soul for your collection. Perfect soul, imperfect soul. We can only pray that this is the perfect. We hope that he will satisfy your needs. Oh Lord. Receive. Rejoice. Revive. Oh Lord.
We're a sacrifice? Daisuke asked.
Sounds like it. I wonder what they mean by needs though.
Maybe it's food or something?
Dark put a hand to his forehead.
Only you could be so naive. Either way we should really get out of here. I, for one, do not want to meet this 'Lord' of theirs.
You don't think it's a good lord then? Daisuke asked.
Daisuke. We're about to be sacrifices. Do you think that a 'good lord' would use lives as sacrifices?
Daisuke didn't bother to reply but merely put more effort into his escape. Phantom thief or not, the two figures who had been appointed as Daisuke's guards were much too strong.
Daisuke felt himself pitched forwards and then he was in the ball of light. Daisuke couldn't move.
Dark. Daisuke's inner voice was shaking.
A shadow was forming from the smoky substance that the light was made of. Already Daisuke could see that this was not a human. The head was a skull lit maliciously with red drops of blood. Like its followers, the creature wore a cloak, shielding the rest of its body from view but Daisuke could feel its power. It radiated in waves that, had Daisuke been able to move, would have knocked him over.
Let me take over! Dark pushed Daisuke aside as the creature came closer.
"Eat this." Dark grinned.
Throwing all of his effort into a single attack, Dark unleashed his power. There was a flash of black and blue feathers. The monster was still standing and, even worse, it was still coming closer. Reaching out a hand that was larger than Dark's wingspan, the thing wrapped clawed fingers around Dark and pulled.
Daisuke!
Dark was shouting and Daisuke was sure he was too but sound no longer meant anything. Deep within Daisuke there was a sensation that was indescribable. Daisuke's best attempts ended at painful or pulling as if at stitches. There was a sound like a plunger being unattached from its suctioned clasp to the floor and, just like that, Dark was gone.