Considered Good or Evil?
Kage; Leon, Lucifer, Marik, and Ty were stationed around the room; forming an upside down pentagram. Kage had a strange red symbol on his neck; Leon had another strange blue symbol on his right bicep, Lucifer had a strange green symbol located on his left bicep, Marik had a strange light blue symbol on his right triceps, and Ty had a strange yellow symbol positioned on his left triceps. Each of their eyes was closed; hands clasped together as if they were praying, but all of them were chanting in Latin, performing a ritual. All their symbols matched the colour clothes that they're wearing.
Yami stood to the side; right beside Angel, who was still chained against the wall, already wishing that the ritual would move along already. Yami was wearing a black sleeveless top; firming pressed against his body, showing all his muscles and abs. His trousers too were black and also firmly tightened around his sturdy muscular legs. A black symbol centred precisely on his forehead; was too strange, but stranger than the others. Angel couldn't quite grasp the design of the symbol for he wasn't quite looking at her. The others symbols were glowing with a lighter colour; the brighter they glow, the closer they were into completing the chanting. The five finished their chants; their eyes stayed closed, and their hands stayed clasped together in a praying motion. Their mouths were firmly shut; all that was needed for the ritual was all down to Yami.
"It is done! Now is the time for you to face your destiny. You've no idea how long we've waited for this day; to taste freedom on our lips, to finally spend our lives without the pain you delivered to us, to finally behold the world in our hands. We can do anything as we please once this ritual is done; we can almost taste the freedom." Yami spoke as he unchained her.
He grabbed her upper arm and dragged her over to the centre of the formation. All the time she protested into moving; but his grip was far stronger than hers, he kept a strong hold and kept pulling her forwards. He halted in the middle and pushed her to the ground; before she could have a chance of sitting up, he sat on her stomach, a knife in hand. It wasn't ready to strike; he slowly reached to her forehead, slowly ran his blade across it, drawing blood as he pressed slightly, cutting the tissue. She held back the pain that emitted; she tried to push him off, but he pressed more weight onto her, forcing her to stop resisting. He withdrew the blade from her head; letting the blood spill. He flicked the blade in five directions; near the positions to where his comrades stood, letting the blood expand out to reach all the other droplets that were flicked onto the ground.
The blood created a circle; joining together, but continued to run around the same route, as if to make sure that the blood were not to run thin or dry out. Yami looked at the blood with a smirk on his features; then turned his gaze onto Angel, who still lay underneath him. Her glare was the first that had ever appeared onto her features; displeasure was written all over, but anguish was also amidst her displeasure. She swung her wrist; backhanding his hand that held the knife, knocking it out of his hand, causing it to fall onto the floor. Yami swore under his breath and attempted to grab the knife.
He stretched as far as he could whilst he still sat on her stomach; but the knife was too far out of his reach. His concentration was upon two things; one was to grab the knife, the other was to keep Angel down, not able to move. However; Angel saw this as an opportunity to escape; so she pushed him as much as possible, surprising him and causing him to lose balance. He tumbled off of her and fell onto his back. She rushed to get up and quickly crawled over to the knife picking it up. Yami came full haste; pinning her to the floor once more, but she struck out with the knife, catching his chest from left to right in a diagonal motion.
He grabbed her wrist; squeezed it tightly, forcing her to drop the blade that was in her hand. She hissed from the pain; finding it unbearable, she still kept the pain dormant. She then found herself looking into his eyes; staring into them, knowing that he was more than aggravated with her. His jaw was set hard in anger; he wore a frown upon his features, and his grip was intensely tight as he was beyond pissed. Could her actions have put her in even more danger than before? No; that's an understatement, she's far beyond than normal danger, what was happening to her was supernatural danger.
"You're only creating the problems much worse on your depart Angel. I'll advice you to not resist; that way the pain won't be as bad. It'll be over quickly; you resist, and you'll experience pain worse than death." Yami advised.
"Why should I take advice from the likes of you? The only advice you can give is to only benefit yourself. So tell me; how is it to prevent pain, when it only causes pain to much more than what you're trying to make out it won't be, by not resisting?" Angel stated with a cocky smirk on her features.
"Clever one ain't ya? I had actually expected someone much less. Well; this way I don't have to go through the whole process with deep explanations, it'll give me more time to proceed with the ritual, than to just waste time explaining things to some dumb shit." Yami held that cockiest smirk on his features; stating he'd received what he desires the most.
'Where's a silver bullet or knife when you need one?' Angel thought as she rolled her eyes in absolute annoyance.
"Now; then, shall we proceed? I assume you know of what is to happen next don't you?" Yami stated with that smirk; but then he closed his eyes and began to chant, whilst his hands were still holding her arms down to the ground.
"Shit; this isn't good! How the hell are we going to prevent things for going any further?"
"We don't! We'll let it go according to their plans; this time, they'll have won this battle."
"Are you nuts? We can't afford to lose her; she's important to us, to all of us. What the hell are you thinking?"
"Even if we were to do something; we'll never make it in time."
"So you're going to sit back without even trying to help her?"
"You're more despicable than I've ever known you to be; wouldn't it be better to try than to give up without trying?"
"We'll die if we do such actions."
"Then we'll have died trying then wouldn't we? At least we can show that we cared about her; that we wished for her safety, but no, you don't want it that way. You don't even want to save the one whose existence means more to us all than our very lives."
"Don't let your emotions cloud your judgements; stand strong, and show that we are able to withstand any amounts of pain directed at us."
"Yes Milord; but she'll have died in vain; she'll think we didn't care at all, for we wouldn't have tried to save her."
"Yes; it is important to listen to the heart every now and again; but sometimes the heart can turn you down the wrong path. She won't have died in vain for others are already on their way to saving her. Hera; Brooklyn Kingston and his sister, Brooke Kingston, they're closing in on her location. We'll put our trust and hope in them for the time being; we mustn't take action, for action has already been taken."
"We'll pray for her safe keeping; and that the three make it in time to save her."
Brooklyn yawned deeply whilst placing a hand over his mouth. Brooke grew irritated at it for it was his sixth time yawning; in so, she tightened her left arm, and elbowed him right in his stomach, causing him to cripple. Hera halted and turned to see Brooke with her arms crossed over her chest with a very annoyed expression and Brooklyn who was on the floor holding his stomach in pain. Hera sighed deeply at the two; wondering what had got into them, but she brushed it off when Brooklyn got up on his feet, signalling he was ready to continue. She gave them both a look; causing Brooke to regret her actions, and Brooklyn who was still frustrated without showing it on his features.
They all continued down the winding staircase; which happened to be leading them further and further under the surface of the earth. Brooke was beginning to feel fear and dread in her stomach whilst Brooklyn seemed curious as to what they were going to find. Hera held a calm aura around her; not once faltering or wavering of her emotions, she was calm and knew what must be done. Brooke stuck close to her brother; knowing that he'd do anything to protect her. They had finally come to an end of the spiralling stairs; but they wondered down a straight hallway; not once parting off in other directions, just a straight passage.
They approached two doors cautiously; seeming as the straight pathway had led them here. Hera lifted her left hand; signalling the pair to stay put whilst she investigates. She crept up to the room; which happened to have one of the two doors left ajar. She laid her hand on the wood gently; but slightly pushing it inwards, so that she could see into the room much clearer. Her deep blue eyes peered into the room; seeing the five with eyes closed and hands clasped together; and then a black haired with red haired male sitting on top of a sprawled out female. His back was to her; so she couldn't see who the female on the floor is.
Hera looked to the floor; seeing the upside down pentagram and the circling flow of blood around the two centred people. Her eyes widened in acknowledgement; her heart wavered and her aura changed to panic, which Brooke and Brooklyn could feel for her aura was strong. She turned around to the twins; showing that they had found the room, but amidst her eyes, anger burning a coursing path, ready to strike upon its targets. Brooklyn walked over with his sister by his side; he laid a hand on her shoulder, speaking words to her without them being said. She knew these actions and took them into consideration as she began to calm.
"Hera; do you have a plan to rescue her?" Brooke asked with determination.
"Divide and conquer..." She replied hesitantly.
"You didn't think of one did you? " Brooklyn asked her with a raised eyebrow.
"One never crossed my mind till the mention of it." Hera admitted with shame.
"We'll stick to divide and conquer; we'll think up our own strategies whilst we're in there." Brooklyn spoke confidently.
"No; we've just got to get anyone of them out of that pentagram design on the floor and the ritual would be ruined. That way they'll have to start from the beginning again; but we'll be there to interfere with them. You all agree?" Hera asked of approval from the rest.
"Despite the dangers involved in this; this is for a friend of mine, my sister and another new friend. I'll use my beyblade to get one of their attentions; that way I'll be able to buy you guys some time to get your friend out of there." Brooklyn spoke.
"No Brooklyn; I'll do that, you and Hera are stronger; you'll need to be here to help." Brooke stated.
"Alright; Brooke gets one of their attentions, I'll get that black haired guy off of our friend, whilst Brooklyn, you get her out of here as fast as possible. Got it?" Hera commanded.
"Alright!" They both complied in unison.