Kaida
I remember only the girl with an umbrella and my uncle's terrified gaze when my eyes open to reveal the tiny bland world that is an elevator . The bland elevator passes by hundreds of floors in a matter of quickly forgotten seconds without a single sign of ever slowing down .
" We will be arriving at Moirai soon ," A warm voice says from behind me which sends me turning around to silently glare at the unknown speaker with colorful hair and unseen eyes.
" Moirai what an odd name… wasn't that the names of the fates from Greek mythology ," I questioned the oddly grinning man before my eyes widened with the realization that my vow of silence had been thoughtlessly broken.
" Indeed they are… don't look so sad about your lost vow it was already over to begin with," The seemingly eyeless man said with an ever growing grin .
The pit in my stomach suddenly seemed to become a monster infested abyss that I am powerless to escape from . My eyes are fragile dams just about to fall away and let the tear seas that they held back rush uncontrollably down my face. My hands were shaking fists just yearning for an excuse to fight, to declare war...to taste the blood of anyone even if that someone was Death itself.
A single laugh escaped me before a sob choked the next one in its infancy as my mind focused on the image of death dancing though my mind.
" I always pictured death as a grim dark clocked being not an elevator operator," I whispered to the man before turning away from him to glare aimlessly at the stubbornly closed doors.
" I am simply an elevator operator that brings the dead to their floor of judgement . Death itself is even stranger to me than it is to you," The man says with a warm tone that as time trails by, it begins to sound more like a farce trying desperately to conceal a vile bitterness.
" You are a bit like Charon then… tell me who will be the judge for my case ," I asked softly with a voice that had remained silent for a near decade.
" Whatever remains of Moirai I suppose but only Castra we'll know the true answer to your question ," The eyeless man says right as the elevator slides open to reveal my destination, a hallway constructed entirely of bone.
" Then I guess I better meet her," I say with gritted teeth before exiting the bland world of the elevator without a single word or glance of farewell for the smiling eyeless man.
The hallway was a twisted poorly lit affair that thankfully gave way to the main chamber relatively quickly.
With a backdrop of what could only be Earth itself peering through huge window panes, crimson rain falls endless from an ebony ceiling.
My hazel gaze follows the slow moving blood droplets with the sudden realization that they probably represented someone's soul in death perhaps.
Glass wine glasses filled with these crimson rains litter nearly every available space in this chamber of the dead.
" None of them are yours , Kaida," a unseen female says suddenly with her voice echoing harshly throughout the room.
" None of them belong to the woman that killed you either ," the unseen female hissed as a grin formed on my face.
" I don't care as long as she's dead," I dare to shout before Castra grabs my hair and pulls it until I'm forced to face her.
" When there is no crimson rain to account for your death that means The creator… a God we all thought was long dead has decided to play a game no one knows the real purpose for," Castra begins as she rips a chunk of hair out of my head and throws the bloody mess carelessly out onto the ground.
Castra holds a silver blade against my throat while tears slide down my face as I try to hold back a scream of pain .
Her face is the skull of some unknown creature with sharp deadly fangs.
I glare up into the empty darkness of the skull's eye sockets feeling the wraiths of sleeping dragons awaken inside of me.
" Kaida ," A heartbreaking familiar voice screams from the entrance of this chamber of death.
" None of the crimson rains belong to your aunt as well . The Creator seems to fancy having her as the final player for their game. So let's begin your murderer is already ready to start," Castra declares before I discover myself falling towards the ground choking slowly on my own blood.
" Resurrection is the victors prize while the complete annihilation of one's soul is the punishment for the losers . The rules of this game are only known by God and his chosen Justice … I wish you good luck ," are Castra's final words to me before her form departs from view .
Ebony spots work quickly to steal the gift of sight from me.
My name is being shouted by a terribly familiar voice.
" Was it even her time to die," I silently whispered to death as the tear stained face of my aunt entered my nearly extinct sight.
" Or are you simply a slave to the wishes of a bored God ," I silently shouted at death as Castra's silver blade cuts my sobbing aunt's throat open and my vision finally dies .
Death's reaction to my taunting questions is a cruel one.
For as the darkness of my second end deserts me I find myself glaring up into the hazel eyes of my mothers killer.