Part 5-Raven - watarigarasu
It looked like asaroth, it sounded like asaroth, and it even smelled like asaroth, or similar at least. The ground was solid rock, grass, and gravel. The sky had a red gold tinge to it like a sunset. It was actually quite beautiful.
Suddenly she was in a city. The ground seamed to made of glass so that she could look right through to thousands of people below her with their heads down. Another peculiar thing was, they were all gray, and not just their clothes, their skin was a ugly shade of gray, so that it looked like a vast gray ocean below her. There were no smiles.
And then she began to walk amongst them. She shifted and bended to get through the crowds. She hated large groups of people. And was stiff and paranoid walking through this one. She looked up and saw thousands of pairs of feet, bustling around. Just like the thousands of hats that she saw below her. And the thousands of bodies she saw around her. She was surrounded. With no way out.
Every one walked around shifting through the crowd, with such suspicion, hatred, even. Their eyes were cold. Raven made the mistake of looking a small baby in a carriage in the eyes. She shivered and almost gagged.
She shifted her eyes to the horizon (if that's what you could call it). Which was a small gap over the heads of the crowd. But instead of a golden sun and blue sky. She saw a pitch black sun and gray sky. Everything was gray, except for she and the sun. it all seamed like black and white TV.
'in a town where the black sun never sets, people walk around with an air of deception.' ran through her head, and she thought that such a random phrase described this scene so very well. Se had heard it before. But she did not know where.
In a flash of white light, there was color again, and wide open spaces. And thank the gods, no crowd. She was in a meadow, a beautiful one at it. With green grass and breath-taking exotic flowers.
But before her very eyes, everything began to wilt and die. All the flowers, the grass, even the sun seamed to shrivel and shrink into the horizon. She shivered as a strong wind blew against her. And the ground turned black and brown. And the sky, the color she now hated most - gray.
She had a lust for something, but she did not know what it was. She eyed her brooch, and suddenly knew. She wanted blood. She ran, and all of the sudden many cuts on her body started to open up and spurt blood. All over her. She was dieing.
She ran until she got to a clearing. In the clearing, in the only patch of green grass left, covered in flowers, lay her friends. Pure and asleep. She ran to them for help. But stopped at where the dead brown grass met the green prosperous grass. She could not go any further.
She was impure compared to them. They were on live ground, where she could not tread. She looked down at herself and saw a puddle of blood forming around her. Even her blood did not rum into the green grass. Even her blood was impure.
And all of the sudden she noticed that her friends all had their throats neatly slit open. Their blood which was quickly draining from them slipped into the ground, and helped the grass to grow. Her friends were dead.
"no…no…NOOOO!" she screamed pounding on the invisible barrier that separated her and her friends until her hands were raw and bleeding badly. "Well, well, you don't cope with a loss very well do you?" "SLADE!!!" she yelled out to the voice. She did not see slade but she knew he was here, she knew he had done this to her and her friends. "why them!?!?!? BRING THEM BACK!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.
"my, my, raven, you know I cant do that. No one can. As for your question; you're time is up, raven, today is the day, only one of you will survive, will it be you? Or one of them?" And though she had not the strength to open her mouth much less scream, she heard her self scream in pain and anguish. As the black sun burned in the sky, her friend's voice's told her "solitude starved for blood. In a town where the black sun never sets, people walk around with an air of deception."
It looked like asaroth, it sounded like asaroth, and it even smelled like asaroth, or similar at least. The ground was solid rock, grass, and gravel. The sky had a red gold tinge to it like a sunset. It was actually quite beautiful.
Suddenly she was in a city. The ground seamed to made of glass so that she could look right through to thousands of people below her with their heads down. Another peculiar thing was, they were all gray, and not just their clothes, their skin was a ugly shade of gray, so that it looked like a vast gray ocean below her. There were no smiles.
And then she began to walk amongst them. She shifted and bended to get through the crowds. She hated large groups of people. And was stiff and paranoid walking through this one. She looked up and saw thousands of pairs of feet, bustling around. Just like the thousands of hats that she saw below her. And the thousands of bodies she saw around her. She was surrounded. With no way out.
Every one walked around shifting through the crowd, with such suspicion, hatred, even. Their eyes were cold. Raven made the mistake of looking a small baby in a carriage in the eyes. She shivered and almost gagged.
She shifted her eyes to the horizon (if that's what you could call it). Which was a small gap over the heads of the crowd. But instead of a golden sun and blue sky. She saw a pitch black sun and gray sky. Everything was gray, except for she and the sun. it all seamed like black and white TV.
'in a town where the black sun never sets, people walk around with an air of deception.' ran through her head, and she thought that such a random phrase described this scene so very well. Se had heard it before. But she did not know where.
In a flash of white light, there was color again, and wide open spaces. And thank the gods, no crowd. She was in a meadow, a beautiful one at it. With green grass and breath-taking exotic flowers.
But before her very eyes, everything began to wilt and die. All the flowers, the grass, even the sun seamed to shrivel and shrink into the horizon. She shivered as a strong wind blew against her. And the ground turned black and brown. And the sky, the color she now hated most - gray.
She had a lust for something, but she did not know what it was. She eyed her brooch, and suddenly knew. She wanted blood. She ran, and all of the sudden many cuts on her body started to open up and spurt blood. All over her. She was dieing.
She ran until she got to a clearing. In the clearing, in the only patch of green grass left, covered in flowers, lay her friends. Pure and asleep. She ran to them for help. But stopped at where the dead brown grass met the green prosperous grass. She could not go any further.
She was impure compared to them. They were on live ground, where she could not tread. She looked down at herself and saw a puddle of blood forming around her. Even her blood did not rum into the green grass. Even her blood was impure.
And all of the sudden she noticed that her friends all had their throats neatly slit open. Their blood which was quickly draining from them slipped into the ground, and helped the grass to grow. Her friends were dead.
"no…no…NOOOO!" she screamed pounding on the invisible barrier that separated her and her friends until her hands were raw and bleeding badly. "Well, well, you don't cope with a loss very well do you?" "SLADE!!!" she yelled out to the voice. She did not see slade but she knew he was here, she knew he had done this to her and her friends. "why them!?!?!? BRING THEM BACK!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.
"my, my, raven, you know I cant do that. No one can. As for your question; you're time is up, raven, today is the day, only one of you will survive, will it be you? Or one of them?" And though she had not the strength to open her mouth much less scream, she heard her self scream in pain and anguish. As the black sun burned in the sky, her friend's voice's told her "solitude starved for blood. In a town where the black sun never sets, people walk around with an air of deception."