So, here starts the introduction to the enemy. She is a creation of mine, Eris, and I own all rights to her. Expect the rest of the story's new villians to be created by me as well. Unless, of course, I say otherwise.
Enjoy!
She hid in the shadows, cloaked by darkness.
Always cloaked by darkness. Always cloaked by obscurity. Her slender, twenty-year-old, human-looking form hidden by a singular black shade. Her long, dark waist-length hair concealed, and her eyes… her black, russet-coloured eyes inconspicuous. No one would be able to see her unless she wanted them to. No one would look for her, for she was merely a silhouette. A shadow. And, nothing more.
She could feel them so clearly, almost as if they were her own. Their emotions… so pure. Particularly, the emotions of the humans in the nearby room, inside. How the black one so yearned for the yellow one so completely. And, how the yellow one felt trapped in her love for the black one. How they both cherished each other so absent-mindedly, yet could never quite find the words to say so.
Their story. Their doomed destiny. She could feel that, too.
Their unforeseen futures. Their lives. Their loves. Their deaths.
And, she knew… she knew it did not end here. That the youma she was going to summon would not be the one to defeat them. That they would survive. That they would keep surviving. That it would require much more for them to meet their ends.
But, although she possessed this knowledge, she could not disobey her creator… her queen. She still had a duty to her, and to their people, to follow through with the request.
She raised her arm up gracefully, as if granting a long-desired wish, and spoke into the frigid night with a voice of apathetic allure and empty eloquence. "Come, Youma 'PakuPaku'."
Ascended from a black, swirling hole of the black one's porch was a plump womanly youma, skin toned a robin-egg blue, hair a Barbie-cut red. All within a baby's bib, black Lolita dress, and doll shoes. Eyes as big as saucers, grin just as wide. And, in each hand, was a fork and a spoon. "PAKUUU! AT YOUR SERVICE." was it's reply.
The pale, slender woman stared at it voidly. "Now, go. In there," She pointed at the room where the yellow and black ones sat. Her command was momentary and effortless. "Annihilate them."
PakuPaku tilted forward in a bow with an automatic, "YES, MISTRESS ERIS."
Then, it was skipping along, hopping every so often as it went. Into the building and down the hallways, and eventually into the directed room.
Eris, however, with her deed done, vanished - turning into black, dancing petals, which then slowly faded away as quietly as they had appeared.
