I apologize for the long wait! I just had a case of writer's block which is an ongoing disease with me with every single story I write. But I'm back and will do my best to get the rest of my chapters done along with handling school. Other than that, I got this.
Darkness. That was what Jack can first remember. If someone were to ask him about something that he could think of, darkness was the first thing that would pop into his mind. He didn't know why or how, but he always attracted the darkest of spirits. He sometimes even befriended them. Then again, what went better than cold and dark? Cold and death. Cold and famine. Cold and pestilence. Cold and war. He was not surprised that he got along with the Four Horsemen. He helped them, intentionally or unintentionally. It was part of his nature, a darker and sinister nature that is. He was always careful not to let it out, or may the mortals pray for mercy.
Jack was furious, but he did his best to reign in the emotion. He couldn't let it get the best of him, or a blizzard will start. His dull orbs scanned his surroundings before taking off. His hands clenching the fabric of the cloak. He was going to make the people who took his father pay. If it weren't for them, they wouldn't have been there and Mortimer wouldn't be dead. He headed back to the Soul Kingdom and met up with La Muerte. One look at her—wide eyes full of tears—and he broke down. He fell to his knees, staff discarded right beside him as he held onto the cloak with a death grip.
She went over and wrapped her arms around him, holding him and getting on their knees. "Mi hijo," she murmured in Spanish and comforting him, whispering in her native tongue. She held him, rocking him as he broke down in the loss of his brother, the one that was always there for him for the past few years. It was a sad sight. No one would cry for a Reaper, but here, a winter spirit that was unloved by many, was heart broken and bawling his crystal blue eyes out.
The Reapers knew who was gone now, some that hated him blamed the boy while others knew that it was pointless to blame him, for they knew how close those two were. They were brothers in all but blood. Some had no idea how this was affecting him, but those who believed in Jack did. They just didn't know what was going through his mind. It was not the regular things that happen to them but something much more sinister.
The darkness in his mind grew, creeping at every corner. It was always the same damned darkness that would overtake him when he was saddened or completely and utterly alone. He started hearing the whispers of not La Muerte's but of the Demons' that want to feed of his negativity and insanity. He was trembling in her arms and it was worrisome. The dull blue eyes seemed to get duller, looking a pale blue almost gray. Whatever she was saying was being drowned out by the ones in his head. Then they stop. Something was wrong. This was never a good sign, but then he felt it. It was a tug in his gut and an image shown through his head.
He pulled away from her, eyes wide as heavy breaths came from his mouth. "What is it?" she asked with worry showing clear on her face. She noticed his eyes and it was, well, it was not the same blue. It was getting worse and Thanatos wasn't there to help him.
"I know where he is," he said, looking her dead in the eye. He didn't want it to be true, but it was. He couldn't believe how blinded they were. The Four Horseman and them were completely at each other's throats. "The seven deadly sins have him."
Thanatos never really thought of him. He always knew that the winter spirit was powerful, but he didn't exactly know how the boy in between worlds harbors a twisted side at the back of his mind. The demons fueled this aspect of the boy with the negative words they would seductively whisper. Life draining out of his beautiful orbs, his smile turning into a thin line or even a frown. How was he holding up? He didn't know. How was La Muerte handling everything? He didn't know that either, but he trusted her well enough.
A woman with dark magenta hair came through the door, her pink dress rippling around her as she walked. Her eyes held a glint of mischief and she held herself up with so much confidence that many would mistake her to be a leader. She stared down at the first Reaper, one of the Four Horsemen. She grinned at him, one that would make most mortals or spirits fall head over heels but it never worked on powerful spirits.
"Lust," said Thanatos as he stared into her orange orbs. "It's been a while, hasn't it? When you threw that temper and made the succubus and incubus?"
She scowled, taking out a whip and lashing it to the side. She was extremely intimidating, not afraid to hurt anyone that got in her way. "Then you must know that I'm not like Pride or Greed."
"Why do you want the Moon's spirit?" He knew that she couldn't keep her mouth closed. Lust was one of the worst sins, she was not merciful. Wrath was the top dog on being merciless to their prisoners or to anyone in general. Thanatos and everyone, who knew of the seven deadly sins, knew this. If you were to be a captive of them, pray for mercy.
"That's for you to find out. Thing is, you'll find out soon enough. He's on his way here."
"No! Leave him alone!" he yelled, yanking on the chains that bind him and weaken his powers. He couldn't let them get to him. He just couldn't. The boy had gone through enough, not to mention that from where he was, he could feel any positive energy that he had dull away and his demons trying to whisper to him. Jack, please be careful and stay safe.
Lust let out a cackle, shaking her head at the pathetic attempts he did as he tried to at out and protect the boy. "That boy has made you weak, Death." She paused as she grinned savagely at him. "But he'll make us stronger."
Alright this story just doesn't know how to quit building up, am I right? Yeah, well I hope y'all continue to keep reading and I'm really hoping y'all review. I'd like to hear some ideas and people's thoughts on this. Thank y'all goodnight/morning.
