Hello! Ha, a new chapter! Yeah, I probably is the Apocalypse…. Sigh. I'm gonna try to make this one longer, but I can't promise anything. On another note, there seems to be the start of a plot in this chapter, if you wear glasses and squint, while turn 26.47 degrees to the right.
"What the hell?"
"Right, you're new to this whole hell thing, aren't you? Well, uh, the higher-ups' explanation for this is that it makes Hell feel, well, more hellish. You know, like high-school? This is lunch time."
Terra blinked, and then blinked again. 'Jesus, the insanity of this place!' she thought, right as they were passing in front some workers, who glared at her.
'Oh, right. Hell. Bad thing to even think here.'
Terra was shocked out of her chain of thought by a papery hand being placed on her shoulder. She whirled around to face Malchior, surprised, and… wait, was that happy? That was, wasn't it? Damn!
Malchior was confused. What was she so happy about? Had she still not let go of the Encyclopedia Brown thing? Because that wasn't his fault!
"Mi'lady? Does the Encyclopedia Brown, er… dilemma still humor you?"
"Oh, uh…" In fact, it did, but Terra was pretty sure that wasn't it. "No, no, I just never got to go to high school, ya know? New thing for me."
LATER AT LUNCH
"Say, Terra, you have the ability to manipulate earth, correct?"
"Uh, I did… I'm not sure about now though."
"Well, how about trying, as soon as I finish this dirt clod they call food?"
"Yeah, I guess it couldn't hurt…"
LATER STILL
The area was…weird. That was the best way to describe it. Well, that and impossible. There was a track area in Hell. Seriously, who thought of that? Apparently, Terra thought so too, because she gave Malchior a look. Looks are not particularly fun things to get, either.
Malchior, however, didn't notice anything especially nasty hurled his way because he was to busy giving the track a look. It reminded him of the training rounds for knights, where he had first met Rorek.
"Die, you bastard!"
And the blood was seeping out off the wound in his side, and he was flapping his wings desperately trying to get away, but no, he was too heavy and he had lost too much blood.
Then he was airborne, albeit only enough to not be affected by swords. Oh gods, the blood, it was spiraling off into the air, down, down, down. Some of it landed on Rorek, and he was so enraged, and the flame arrows started to come at him, and one hit the deep wound, and-
"Malchior?
AUGH! The pain, it was too much, and he was falling, falling, fal- but no, he needed to get back. But the flapping was so hard and he could hear his heart pumping fast, so fast, too fast! Blood was running freely, but thank the gods, or devil, whoever looked after him, he was back at his cave, but the cave was going black, blacker, gone.
MALCHIOR!"
Gone…
Hey, whaddya know? More than one page this time! I've been trying to work on length, though I realize this isn't much of an improvement. As always, review, but not because the pairing left you scarred for life.