Aaaaaand we're back!
I've got five chapters ready to be uploaded, including this one, so let's get excited!
Also, I can't stress this enough, please point out my grammar mistakes or anything that doesn't seem to abide by the laws of the English language. Even with English as my first language, even I tend to get things wrong.
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She was a rather dainty thing, the girl he rescued; the fact he recognized it as a girl in the first place was astonishing since she was just an cream-colored upper body with three pairs of oval shaped wings. Her hair was held in a mostly tidy bun, but had grown enough for it to double as a ponytail, getting darker the closer it got to the end. Splotches of blood on her pale face and wings indicated that this girl, whoever she was, had been roughed up very recently.
The girl opened her eyes, confusion sweeping across her face as she scanned the area.
"Art thou the one that hast saved me?" She asked, quietly.
He nodded in response.
"I thank thee. I am Luvbi, a Nimbi from the Overthere. I must verily be in thy debt for rescuing me."
"I was only doing the right thing."
"Others willing to such art rare these days. Thou must be rewarded with utmost hospitality!" The girl insisted. She lifted herself from the ground, the gentle flapping of her wings allowing her to hover. "Thou must cometh this way, my home is quite safe."
Luigi knew better than to take advice from strangers, but complied regardless; after all, Luvbi was just a defenseless child, and an angel for that matter. She wouldn't hurt any one. She couldn't hurt anyone. She would become the meal of a hungry beast if she went on her own. Luigi decided it'd be best to make sure the poor girl wasn't hurt on her way home and followed her with his things in tow.
They walked along the boarder of the river they emerged from for a few miles. The grid-patterned earth faded into a white patch and transitioned into a darkish pastel green terrain that pulsated like a marsh and bubbled like a cloud on the cracked surface. Broken chunks of pristine marble pillars and faded maroon stalactites lay strewed every which way. The pillars were scattered in the open, as if they'd fallen from the heavens, while the stalactite pieces stayed in close proximity of tall rocky overhangs that guarded undisturbed stalagmites.
Luvbi led him to a particularly large overhang with undamaged pillars lining the parameter. The inside was decorated with furniture that either looked manufactured from angels or demons based on the conflicting designs of different pieces; Luigi noted the only source of light in the overhang: a single lit torch on the wall.
The little angel invited Luigi to a cream colored table with shadow colored stools tucked underneath, where she brought him something to drink.
"My parents were the rulers of the death worlds. They perished protecting me, so I'm alone now, salvaging what's left of their lands." Luvbi confessed as she poured her guest another refreshment. Her voice at normal volume was as angelic as one would expect. "If thou wanted, thou couldst liveth with me, we art both safe here."
Luigi had to consider her offer for a moment. He scratched his head in thought, surprised to find his hat missing from its normal perch. It must've drifted off when he was rescuing Luvbi. He sipped his drink in concentration while the girl drank from a stool across from him.
He decided it would be a good idea to at least use Luvbi's home as a base of operation for his search, which he realize he had not yet brought up. Explaining his plans of curing the corruption was somewhat gut-wrenching for Luigi, but Luvbi seemed to understand the direness of the situation enough to allow him temporary stays in her shelter.
A good thing she understood in quick time too, the conversation weighed his shoulders down with an air of hopelessness that made his hands tremble.
The little angel set up a place for the plumber to sleep immediately after making their arrangements, which Luigi decided to take comfort in not long after he took count of his supplies. The hassle from that day alone had made him quiet tired. He insisted on returning the blanket placed for him to Luvbi, despite the cold air that seeped from outside. She gladly took back the torn fabric from him and nestled herself in it, with the the addition of the blanket from her own bed of course. Luigi took from the girl's example and curled up into his makeshift bed, his bag as a pillow, and slept.
Then he awoke. It didn't feel like it'd been long, maybe two or three hours, but he felt the need to be alert.
He went into a crouch, bag in one hand, hammer in the other. It was too dark to see with the torch put out, probably from the wind outside. The chill he felt was blowing through his heart, not his flesh. Something was wrong. Terribly terribly wrong.
He could faintly make out Luvbi's bed on the other side of the room. If the laws of architecture could even define the stone shelter as a room. He groggily crawled to the girl.
He heard a tiny splash as he stepped in something. But the floor had been dry when they went to sleep earlier. Why was it wet? He stepped in more puddles. He was at the edge of her bed. Her breathing seemed staggered.
"Luvbi?" He shook her. She was cocooned inside the blankets. Her went to pull one off, it felt damp. He pulled it anyway.
It wasn't Luvbi. It was dark, but he could tell it wasn't Luvbi. I was another Nimbi, a male one. He wore a yellow and green tunic, stained by the blood evacuating the stab wounds in his chest. His eyes were filled with fear.
"Does a mercy kill really count as mercy if you're victim is still Pure?" He chocked out, and then he died.
A cold breath clasped onto Luigi's back.
"Only if I'm the one doing the killing." A familiar voice whispered.
Luigi ran for his life.
Looks like somebody isn't what they seem. Run you fools, RUN!
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