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Chapter 2

(Dante's pov)

"Those markings...what does it mean?" I muttered as I looked at the left side of my face.

I'll try my best in trying to describe what the mark looks like...it looked like it was written in some sort of foreign language...ones that I am not familiar with at all...a magic incantation? Seems common for elves to have markings like this. Could be two things? It could be something good...or something bad.

"No point standing around. Gotta find my answers...somehow." I scratched my head a bit.

I went to look around when I suddenly heard a whisper...

"Daaannnttteee..."

You know how in Black & White where you instead of hearing whispers of death you hear your name? Yeah...that's what the whisper sounded like but more ominous. Then I hear it again...this time closer...

"Daaannnttteee..."

I quickly turned around and I see what looks like dark version of myself smirking at me as everything in the area just froze. Like time have has stopped. I was scared out of my mind...was he going to kill me?

"Who-who the hell are you?" I asked it.

"I am the manifestation of the darkness that manifests in your body since the day you were born. But you may call me Mors..."

Death...it talked in so many voices...a old man...a younger(possible middle age) male...a woman...and a child's voice all in a unison.

"Now...I know you want answers but you have to do something for me..."

"What's that?" I asked it as I backed away.

In a nanosecond, I felt it behind me and just as I felt his cold hands on my shoulder...he whispers...

"Your sight..."

"My eyes?" I said with fear.

"A small price to pay for a vessel of darkness..."

With no hesitation, it's hands plunge into my eye sockets as I screamed in agony...I wanted it to stop...I wanted the fucking pain to end...but it didn't care...when I couldn't take it anymore...I just pass out...

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1 hour later and I wake up...wait...I can't see...I'm blind! I have my eyes and I'm not bleeding but...but I can't fucking see!

"I...I can't see...why can't I see?" I whimpered in a bit of a panic.

"Shh...relax, child."

Relax?! I'm fucking blind and you're telling me to relax?! I felt a blindfold around my eyes and head as I felt the blindfold tied and tighten from behind my head.

"There...that should help you see better."

Believe it or not...but it was right...I could see well through these blindfolds...through sound obviously.

"Can you see now?" Mors asked me.

"Y-Yeah...everything is so dark but whenever I hear a sound, I see pulses that makes me see more clearer." I said as I got off the ground.

"Good...hold my hand..."

I hesitated...was it going to do something sinister to me as I go blind? Only one way to find out...I slowly reach my hand out until I felt it's cold dead hand...I felt my body suddenly magically wisp away from the fish market...to maybe a home. Whenever my feet touch the floor, it wasn't creeky or old like a haunted house...nah...this wood felt like it was good as new.

"Where am I?" I asked Mors.

I get a chuckle out of it...what's so fucking funny?

"It's your home...or to put it bluntly...where you were born."

What...?

"Is anyone there?" I asked Mors.

It chuckles again...

"No...for the moment that is..." Mors said as it lead me in the house.

As we got in the house...I felt this eerie feeling of being watched...then I started hearing eerie whispers in every corner...

"Ignore the feeling of dread. They seem more than eager to see you." Mors said as if it read my mind.

"What are you talking about?" I asked it.

"The shadows that linger this home prevent any intruders who dare try to come here learn your family secrets. They know who you are since you bare the mark of your family's curse."

A curse?

"A curse? What curse?" I asked it as I was gently placed on a couch.

"A curse to control shadows to your command for the price of your sight. But this is not a curse to be taken lightly. If you cannot control it...it will corrupt you...and it will kill you if possible...like it has happened to your grandfather...but that is a story for another time."

Jesus...that's crazy...

"So the shadows here...were they once people who couldn't control their powers...or..."

"No...your grandfather is the only one among those shadows...the rest were just victims who dared trespass your home. Your father pretty much had a disturbing way of dealing with intruders." Mors snickered.

"Kind of explains why the place is so dark."

Mors snickered...rather sinisterly.

"Even when there is light...they are everywhere...watching your every move...and when the lights come off...they come out to play..."

"You know everytime I hear you snicker like that I'm going to assume this family is some diabolical group."

Now things got uneasy...Mors laughed like a mad man(like Terumi from Blazblue.) as I felt it's hands on my knees and it's face a bit close to mine...I think it took that a bit too serious.

"Listen here...and listen real good...your family is neither good nor evil...we are neutral...but it wouldn't hurt to cause some chaos on either side just for fun. Don't compare your family to your grandfather who made the mistake of letting the shadows corrupt him for his selfish desires. Do I make myself clear?" Mors frowned.

"Crystal..."

"Good...now-" it pat my head.

I quickly hear a growl behind me as I felt a cold breeze...coming closer...and closer...

"Alistair! You come any closer to your grandson and mark my words you feel my wrath again!" Mors shouted.

Whatever was near me...was gone as I heard another growl this time out of frustration...

"Was that...?" I gulped.

"Yes...that was your grandfather...he's nothing but a shadow of his former self...literally...I advise that you steer clear from him. There's no doubt in my mind that he wants you to become like him...into someone you could never become...fear not...as long as I'm manifesting you, he won't come any closer for that he fears me and the power that could him for good..." Mors sighs.

"Was he the reason why I ended up in another world?" I asked Mors.

"Yes...your father wanted me to take you to another world disguised as your "guardian" until you were old enough to take you back here...I do not know where your father or mother are but I know they are not dead. I can still feel their life forces as we speak."

Wow...talk about a family feud. I seen family feuds whether it be arguments or full on fist fight...but this...wow...

"For now...get some rest...tomorrow I will teach you to master your powers that you born to wield."

"Okay, Mors...but about the shadows?"

"They won't do anything to you. They'll mostly watch you like a hawk while they talk about your return. It's your grandfather I'm keeping an eye out."

That's...creepy...it's like something out of a creepypasta. So I did...I rested and hoped for a better day...and hoped that my friends still okay...