Dead by Daylight: The Bible Black Chapter
The smell of the dank basement room was soon replaced with the scent of dozens of burning candles, their embers dimly illuminating the unholy sight that hid in the darkness. Seven maidens dressed only in ritualistic robes stood in a circle, six of them chanting softly with the seventh standing next to the alter with a cross shaped sword in hand.
Upon the alter laid a horrified Reika Kitami, a poor girl shivering fearfully as her eyes darted around the dark corners of the room. She wanted to scream, but no sounds came out as all of the chants grew louder, and louder, the intensity peaking as the head cultist rose the instrument of death in her hands, the chants suddenly muting as it came down.
Excruciating pain surged through Kitami like lightening, the heat of her blood warming her nude frame for mere moments before the cold chill of death began to wrap her in it's embrace. Her gaze became catatonic as she watched the head cultist begin the panic, her expression quickly switching to murderous as she suddenly turned on her acolytes, ruthlessly slaughtering them with her sacrificial blade. One after another, the final shrieks and screams of souls being snuffed out created a deafening wail, only after the final acolyte was skewered upon the sacrificial blade did they ghastly sounds stop, only to be replaced with maniacal cackling of a lunatic too far gone to be aware of her actions. As Kitami laid there, blood pulling beneath her at a vigorous rate, she heard a voice in her mind. it was her own, nearly inaudible at furst, but growing in volume like a train speeding in from a far distance.
"I don't...want to die...I don't want...to die...I Don't Want To Die, I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!!"
The blistering inferno behind the girl's desperate pleas for survival burned in her heart like a raging flame, spurring her take action and survive this hell that was thrust upon her. The cultist dropped her blade as a series of ritualistic circles began glowing on the wall before her. Her cackling laughter turned into a squeal of joy, her wild eyes now gazing into the demonic abyss she had created for her own gain.
Kitami slowly rolled off of the alter, hitting the ground with a wet smack. Blood splashed from her land, her teeth clenching tight enough to crack as she endured the inhuman destruction of both her innocence and body. Spotting the blood stained sword, she gripped it as hard as she could, forced into using both hands.Trying to lift herself was like balancing a top rubber tires, her limbs each beginning to weigh a metric ton as she leaned on the alter. Heaving and gasping for air, her eyes turned violent, a final rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins as she charged the cultust from behind who was too entranced by the abyss before her.
The visceral sound of skin and organs being pierced ferociously rang in the cultist's ears. Her once joyous, bedazzled gaze immediately turning horrific as she looked down to see a see her own bodily fluids seeping out from the blade wound. Turning her head she saw Kitami, drenched in blood with nothing but hellfire behind her eyes. Kitami rode the blade down like a walking stick, her body weight forcing the cultist to the ground with a thud.
All of Kitami's torment and anguish burst from her lips in a haunting scream, removing the blade before slashing the cultist up, several swings tearing her robes and flesh asunder until she no longer had the strength to hold the blade, much less stand. Falling to her knees before the illuminated glow of the underworld, she held a hand to her stomach, clenching it tightly as she weakly rose a blood engulfed hand to the light. Suddenly a voice came from the demonic circle.
It was female in nature, with two voices being woven together to create a harmonious dissonance.
"Poor slaughtered lamb...do you wish to live?"
"I-I...don't want to die..."
"If you form a pact with me, I shall save your life..."
Kitami's eyes began to roll back as she felt her existence begin to fade away, using what strength she had left to let out a pathetic and feint 'yes' before collapsing into the blood splattered floor.
Light blinded the entire room, turning it into a white for mere moments before snuffing out all the candles, leaving Kitami in total darkness.
"It is done...use my power to take revenge on humanity. In 12 year's time, upon Walpurgis Night, I shall reclaim your soul and enslave you for eternity...fair thee well..."
As the voice faded, Kitami suddenly felt all of her pain vanish in the blink of an eye. Slowly standing, she felt over her stomach, the stab wound now gone. Her mind was suddenly flooded with knowledge and power she had never known before. Raising her hand, it began to shine with an eerie violet glow, the room illuminating to show her the way out.
Kitami was later found by authorities wandering down the road, her body nude and coated in blood, a twisted, broken expression on her face as if laughing at nothing. Physically she was in perfect shape, but little did the medical team know the damage to her mind was irreparable.
12 Years Later...
Where it had all began is where Kitami found her end. Laying upon that very same alter, her devious attempt to cheat the entity out if her soul in exchange for Imari's was thwarted by Minase, a spell from the very book that gave her everything breaking the ritual, leaving Kitami clothes less, blood pouring from various wounds seared on her body. As her vision was covered in her thick blood, she reached towards Minase, Imari and Takashiro, who merely watched as her wicked, tormented soul was seemingly put to rest.
Before the lights in her eyes could cease to be, she saw a stagger in expression of her onlookers, the whole room becoming devoured by a deep, black, smoggy haze, darkness overtaking everything, plunging the whole room into an inky abyss. Kitami's eyes widened as she experienced the sensation of falling, all traces of blood on her as well as her wounds vanishing in an instant. Her fall suddenly came to a screeching halt, her body still hovering above the unseen ground beneath her as a shadowy figure emerged, much darker than the void itself.
"Your time is up, Reika Kitami..."
"Well if it isn't the demon that ruined what little bit of life I had left,"
"Did you not enjoy it?"
Kitami sneered, glaring the entity down with widened eyes and a demented smile.
"Oh I enjoyed it alright...after I lost my fucking mind!"
A soft laugh came from the Entity as she waved a hand, Kitami's feet finally touching down onto the floor.
"I only took your soul, you are the one that went mad,"
"I'm pretty sure it was out of my hands the moment I was gang raped and nearly killed,"
"Most unfortunate, but its your fault you psyche couldn't handle it,"
Kitami growled, immediately trying to attack the entity with magic, leaving her to look like a fool posing for a camera. The entity couldn't help but to laugh at the pathetic display, Kitami scowling as the Entity continued to stare.
"Come now Reika Kitami...you can drop this foolish charade. Tell me...how much did you really enjoy my power,"
Pausing to gaze into the Entity, it was like watching a rapid change in slow motion: Kitami's expression shifted from furious and full of anguish into uncontrollable psychotic laughter, her normal, cocky demeanor finally revealing itself.
"The word 'enjoy' can not even begin to explain the feeling. It was incredible! It was intoxicating! The first time I used my power it was like a waterfall between my legs just from watching the men that raped me go mad lust and kill themselves! 'Enjoy' is a massive understatement,"
"That's the Kitami I was hoping to see,"
Kitami took a moment to let the feeling mellow out, letting out a hefty sigh as she recollected the end of her story.
"I hate that it's all over now...but I guess it's time for you to do what you will with me. So, what is it, torture for all eternity? Trapping me in an endless void? Making me your personal bitch? Come on, give me a hint at least,"
"I'm going to return my powers to you,"
Kitami eyes fluttered, her arms crossing as a look of suspicion crossed her eyes.
"What's...the catch?
"The catch is you have no choice,"
Kitami began to cough as an invisible hand clenched around her throat, raising her up off her feet. Barely able to breathe, she felt something she hadn't in a very long time, if only for a single moment, fear. She desperately inhaled deep violet smoke, her lungs becoming corrupted. The violet smoke that completely over took her her left her silent, wheezing to make any sound. The phantasmic grasp finally released Kitami, the smog descending onto the floor as a standing mass, completely obstructing any semblance of her body.
Slowly, a robed arm came fourth from the miasma; her slender hand was equipped with sharp, red metallic tips clinging to each of her finger tips, the very symbol from the Bible Black now tattooed on top of it. Clawing at the air, Kitami dispersed the cloud, her appearance now changed.
Her body was clad in a crimson cultist robe, leather straps clasping onto her waist tightly, tastefully flaunting her figure. A pair of Victorian-style thigh high boots crawled up her shapely legs, her crotch displaying the start of a black, leather corset that covered her privates crawled all the way up to her well-endowed chest, holding her breasts in a very carnal maner. Her hood covered the majority of her head, a dark void shadowed over her now demonic eyes, her iris' now glowing an ultra violet hue.
"How does that feel?"
Kitami looked herself over, her legs quivering from the feeling of it all; the power, the leather, everything felt incredible.
"You have damn good taste in attire. It fits me like a glove,"
The entity let out a small laugh, her hands moving towards Kitami as if offering something. Kitami watched as smoke rolled into her hands, the gas taking the form of the very blade used in the ritual that granted her power, the sacrificial tool that pierced her body would be her tool to use.
"And one more thing to help you. Hold out your right hand and snap your fingers,"
Kitami obeyed, and upon the snap, the blade in her hand vanished, turning into a violet mist and moving to her right hand, shifting the form into the Bible Black, Kitami's seductive, crimson stained lips curl into a wicked smile
"Now this...this is fantastic!"
"From this moment on, you are to be called The Heretic. Your countless defiant acts against God contributes to this title. As long as you obey me Heretic, this power will always be yours,"
"That's great and all, but who exactly am I using the powers on?"
The Entity let out an unnerving laugh, her already shadowy form disappearing back into the darkness. With her departure, it was if they entire void in which she stood was sucked away with her, leaving Kitami standing in a VERY familiar setting.
"What the...is this...the Academy?" Kitami puzzles as her eyes moved around. Her surroundings at a glance was the Academy, but all along the walls were blood splatters and satanic markings, giving a feeling that the once prestigious Academy had become a cesspool of depravity and destruction. As she walked throughout the complex she noticed a plethora of wooden pallets and easily breakable littered all about the build with strange generators and crude meat hooks appearing in strange, seemingly randomized places.
"What's that sound...?"
Standing still, she listened to the sound. She began to follow it, the soft noises slowly formulating into speech the closer she grew.
"Where the hell am I? Wait...this looks like the Academy but...not," Minase thought as he emerged from the void he, Takashiro and Kitami were dragged into. The Academy he once knew appeared to have a suffered a ritualistic blood bath, nothing in the school being normal at all. As he looked around the classroom he stood in, he heard light footsteps approach him. Turning towards them he spotted a girl he had never seen before.
The first thing he noticed was long, wavy red hair, an odd wide brimmed hat keeping it from going all over the place. Her complexion was pale, he pair of circular frame glasses pushed upon nose and loose clothes with wiccan symbolism woven all throughout.
"You...I've never seen you in the trials before, are you new?" .
"Trials? What the hell is that?"
"Yeah, you're definitely new. My name is Mikaela Reid, what's yours?"
"Minase, Taki Minase,"
"I thought you were Japanese, you look similar to a few of our other fellow survivors,"
"Survivors...?"
"Right...you're probably confused as hell, alright let's find somewhere a little safe to talk. I've never been here before though, I'm assuming you recognize it?"
"Yeah...this was my school, but it didn't look this...desecrated,"
"Alright then you lead us somewhere you think would be safe,"
Urging Minase to join her, the two of them took to the hallway, Mikaela looking around cautiously as Minase lead her, only occasionally looking behind him as they walked. Suddenly, the load pounding of a heartbeat began throbbing in Minase's head, his hand grabbing his head in pain.
"What is that loud sound? It's a pounding headache of a heartbeat!"
"Shit that means the killer is nearby, quickly, into that classroom!"
Mikaela quickly took Minase by the wrist, yanking him into the nearest classroom. They crouched behind a few mutilated desks, hiding from sight as the heartbeat grew louder, the the low key sounds of a church organ accompanying it as it grew dangerously close.
"This killer, this hunting ground...it has to be from your realm Minase. Was there anything trying to pursue you or was there a great evil where you came from?"
Minase felt pale, a cold sweat dripping down his back as he got a glimpse of the killer walking by. The robes, that familiar stunner of a body and most damning of all, a familiar book in their hand. There wasn't a shred of doubt in his mind: Reika Kitami was alive, and hunting for him.
"Yeah...I know who that is...and we're both dead if she finds us,"
"Sounds about right,"
Minase felt his knees shake, his grip on the desk in a death grasp as she entered the doorway, the clacking of her boots bouncing off the wall as a sadistic smile grew on her lips. Her eyes seemingly pierced through the desks, her eyes latching onto Minase's. As she took another step, she heard a loud boom in the distance, her her gaze turning away for a moment.
"He's freezing up, I'll have to lead her away,"
Mikaela immediately jumped out from her hiding spot, immediately dashing towards Heretic. As she Mikaela, Heretic shifted the Bible into her blade, taking a quick swing at her, but missing.
"My, my, aren't you a pretty one" Kitami chuckled as Mikaela swiftly dodged her swing, immediately turning to take off after her. Having knowledge of the Academy layout proved to benefit Kitami greatly, seemingly vanishing from Mikaela's peripheral, the aura gone, causing her to slow down.
"Did I really lose her? That was way too...ackh!"
Lunging through a window from her right, Kitami seemingly flew through the air, getting in a strong slash across Mikaela's back.
"D-Damn it, I messed up!" Mikaela winced, attempting to run away with a detrimental limp. Continuing to chase, Kitami snapped her fingers, summoning the Bible Black and immediately chanting. Holding out her right hand, a pentagram of violet light filled her palm, a circle of light forming in front of Mikaela. Before she could react, she stepped right into, her eyes widening as a wild, hot sensation overtook her.
Mikaela felt her heart up, her whole nervous system being hijacked by strong carnal desires. Kitami licked her lips as Mikaela's state suddenly gave her a boost in power.
"Ah, now that's a feeling I REALLY missed," Kitami laughed, watching in amusement as Mikaela desperately fought against her urges, causing her to move slower. Kitami felt herself wanting to savor the moment, slowing down as well, laughing in amusement before changing once again. This time a blood circle glowed in the door way of one of the classrooms, Mikaela mistakenly stumbling onto it.
"I-I can't take it, I can't take it!" Mikaela cried, the circle dragging her body to the ground as her urge to give herself carnal release crippled her every sense.
"You poor, pathetic thing...you look so cute when you're suffering,"
"Please help me, I'm going crazy...please help! I need relief!" Mikaela whined like an animal in heat. Kitami rose her left hand up, Mikaela's body rising into the air. Helpless and pathetic, Kitami moved in, Mikaela's body violently quivering as Kitami locked her lips Mikaela's, a loud whine filling Kitami's mouth. Stepping back, Mikaela's eyes were now glowing the same hue as her own, a strange surge of power coursing through Kitami. Her hood was forced off her head as a pair of demon horns formed from her thick, blonde locks, curling around her ears that had grown sharp at the tips; it was like that of an older ram. Her once slender hands grew demonic in nature as well. Her fingers became elongated, turning into literal claws, which amused Kitami immediately.
"Well this is new! I love it hahaha! Now that you're under my spell pretty girl, find the others for me,"
"Yes mistress.. "
Mikaela's voice was emotionless and monotone, clearly possessed before running away, Kitami feeling around her newly formed traits.
"This will be fun!"
Vittorio managed to run into Takashiro while roaming the halls, who was far less put off by the scenario she found herself in. After undergoing a quick explanation of what was going on, Vittorio led them both to a generator.
"In order to get out of here we have to work on these generators. When five have been finished, then we can escape without the suffering of being killed or sacrifice"
"I've never done something like that before, but I'm ready to give it a go,"
"Don't worry, I'll talk you through it,"
"So what happens after we escape?"
"We return to a bonfire in which we wait for the next trial,"
"So...this is an endless existence then?"
"We...don't know yet, we're trying to figure that out as we go,"
Small talk continued between the two of them, sharing stories of their pas lives between Vittorio's instructions to work on the generator.
"So black magic is real where you come from?"
"It's very real and very destructive...I'm surprised I'm still as sane as I am after everything that happened to me..."
"That must've been unspeakably difficult, but I'm glad you made it out in one piece. Knowing that you're going to be an incredibly good survivor, trust me,"
"That's...actually comforting to know, thank you,"
Takashiro turned her head, thinking she heard something approaching. In doing so, her attention was taken away from the gen, leading to a major misstep.
"Pay attention Takashiro!"
As Takashiro lost her concentration for a moment, the generator let out a loud boom! Both of them recoiled as an electrical surge shocked them, Takashiro shaking her head as she returned to work on it.
"I'm so sorry,"
"It happens to everyone whose new here, just be more careful alright?"
"Got it,"
Takashiro noticed that a magic circle appeared in front of Vittorio, his hands scrolling through it as Takashiro continued to work.
"Does magic work here?"
"It requires a bit of understanding of how energy and aether function in this space and a lot of concentration, but the short answer is yes, magic does work here,"
"I'll have to learn how to utilize it ASAP,"
Bing! The generator suddenly came to life, the lights in the room suddenly turning on as they stood up.
"That's 1, 4 more to go. I hope the others are working on them too."
"So there's more survivors here?"
"Yeah, there's always 4 of us,"
"The rules here are pretty well defined aren't they,"
"Now that you mention it, that is odd,"
A sudden deafening heartbeat immediately filled the room, approaching at inhuman speeds as Takashiro tried to cover her ears.
"What is that sound?!" Takashiro shouted, Vittorio growing pale as the killer's figure filled the doorway. It was a woman with traits of a demon, her eyes large and staring menacingly, their terrifying glow casting fear into Vittorio.
"Well if it isn't the gang bang sensei!"
"K-Kitami?!"
Vittorio immediately interjected, using his shoulder to knock Takashiro away. As she was jilted forward, a splash of blood hit the air, a ferocious slash mark appearing on Vittorio's chest.
"RUN! NOW!"
Takashiro immediately vaulted the window, stumbling on her landing as she ran, Vittorio standing his ground as he ran behind a long series of tables that sat in the teacher conference room.
"My oh my...aren't you a delicious hunk of meat,"
Kitami licked her lips, Vittorio gritting his teeth to show he wasn't intimidated. As Kitami dashed around, Vittorio ran in opposite, gripping his chest as his breathing grew heavy.
"I'm not easy prey!"
Kitami used her newly acquired strength to break down the table in front of her, Vittorio immediately dashing around the door to head for the door as Kitami recomposed herself.
"We'll see about that stud!"
As she began to chase, a sudden aura illuminated in the distance, one body looked like Mikaela, but the other was far to familiar.
"So that's where you are Minase, hehehe..."
"Mikaela! Snap out of it"
Minase shouted as the empty eye'd watch lunged at Minase, narrowly missing as he leapt to the side. Mikaela slowly stood, a perverse smile on her face that chilled Minase. She began chasing him around the room, Minase easily running her in circles until Minase accidentally wrapped his foot around a table legs, losing his balance and falling to the floor.
"Ugh! I hate all this clutter!"
Mikaela immediately jumped onto Minase, pinning his wrists down with her embodied strength. Minase growled at her as he fought against her, eerie giggles escaping her lips as she gazed into his eyes.
"Mistress will be pleased..."
"Damn it Mikae...la..."
Minase continued to grit his teeth, despite moaning from behind them as Mikaela began m grinding her hips on his, Minase trying to turn his head as she tried to seize his lips, instead planting soft kisses upon his neck.
"Geh...someone help..." Minase whined, angrily biting his lip to help him resist the temptation. His persistence paid off as he felt her being torn off of him, Takashiro yanking her face towards her, kissing her firmly on the lips while reciting a chant in her head. Slowly, Mikaela's glowing eyes faded back to normal, her body relaxing in Takashiro's arms.
"That...was too close for comfort...why did you have to kiss her anyway, isn't that dangerous with Kitami's magic?"
"Since I don't know how magic flows here, direct contact allows me to use my counter magic on people being controlled without the use of outside spiritual energy,"
"That makes enough sense I guess,"
The room was spinning for Mikaela as she came to, holding her head as if she had just woken up with a hang over.
"What the hell just happened?! I was running from the killer, then I got really...um...hot and bothered for some reason, then a blacked out,"
"The killer can cast control magic, you just got caught up in it,"
"Oh my God, did I hurt either of you?! I'm so sorry!"
"No, it's fine,"
A loud, burly yell echoed down the empty hall as they read the aura of Vittorio being put on a hook, all of them immediately getting it together.
"What the hell was that?"
"That sounds like Vittorio, so he was probably put on a hook. We'll have to split up, 2 people to work on a generator and 1 goes for the rescue. I'll go for the rescue while you two work on a generator alright?"
"Works for me, be safe Mikaela,"
The three survivors left the room; Mikaela went to the left to head towards the yelling while Takashiro and Minase took a right, easily spotting a generator.
Returning to her original form, Kitami rose her hood over her head once more, the Bible Black appearing in her hand as she looked up at the suffering Vittorio, smirking to herself.
"I think you'll make excellent bait,"
As Kitami began to walk away, Vittorio grabbed the top of the hook, waiting until she went into hiding before attempting to pull himself off. A pained yell burst from his mouth as his hand slipped, blood spitting from the wound.
"I'll be damned if let her use me for bait,"
Reaching up again, he got a stronger hold on the hook, his body shaking vigorously as he put all his strength into lifting off of it, but again, his grip slipped, his skin tearing further. The pain was too much to bare, deciding to free hang to conserve his strength.
Time seemed to stand still as he hung, up, knowing that he'd need every inch of strength to fight back the Entity's clutch.
"Vittorio! I'm coming!" Mikaela shouted as she approached his hook, a spike of adrenaline causing him to spring to life.
"WATCH OUT!"
As Mikaela reached for Vittorio, a blinding white splash of pain screaming out from searing slash of Kitami's blade to her back. Mikaela shrieked, finding herself hitting the ground as she slipped on the blood beneath her.
"No! You should've stayed away!"
"A little too late for that stud,"
As Mikaela tried to scramble to her feet, Kitami slashed her down once again, picking her up by her throat before cackling aloud, the Entity's claw now trying to stab Vittorio in the stomach, only to be caught. Kitami's haunting laughter echoed down the hall as she disappeared from Vittorio's sight, Mikaela's deathly howl following soon after.
Minase and Takashiro began to sweat as they heard Mikaela's shrieks, knowing now that they were the only one's left.
"Don't panic Minase, Vittorio told me that in a situation like this, we just need to keep working and hope for the best,"
"It feels messed up just leaving them to suffer..."
"I know...this whole situation is just horrible...but we need to do our best to get through this,"
"Right..."
Bing! The generator sprung to life, Takashiro and Minase fleeing quickly to avoid Kitami's potential arrival. The sound of Vittorio's death rattle echoed down the hall, a loud, booming noise looming from over head as they searched for the next generator. Heading up the stairs, they suddenly spotted Mikaela, desperately fighting against the Entity with all her might.
"I'm getting her off that hook,"
"It's probably a trap Minase, just wait,"
The pounding heartbeat of Kitami's aura suddenly escalated, a soft, sadistic giggling fit creeping up on them.
"Go Minase! Get her!"
Takashiro shoved Minase onward, the area at their feet glowing brightly with a circle of light. Takashiro began trembling, gripping her shoulders with a growl as she tried to lead her away, but Kitami had enough of the survivors' misdirections. As Minase's hands grasped a hold of Mikaela's waist, he was torn away, Kitami moaning into Minase's ear playfully before latching onto his throat to carry him away, her steel finger talons slashing the sides of his neck, blood pouring freely from them.
"Takashiro, make it out of this for me!" Minase cried out, gripping Kitami's arm to try and break free, only to have her laugh in his face.
"Pathetic! You're the one that stopped me before aren't you? What happened to all that confidence? Where is your resolve?!"
"You bitch! Let Takashiro leave, just take me!"
"Actually...I have a better idea,"
Kitami threw Minase to the floor, flashing him a sharp, toothy smile before turning to Takashiro, casting another circle beneath the suffering Takashiro.
"I...didn't want you to suffer alone Minase..."
"Takashiro...
Minase watched as Kitami's hood dropped down, a pair of curling, demonic horns growing from her thick blonde hair, circling around her now pointed ears, another chuckle leaving her lips as she flashed her demonic claws to Minase.
"WHAT!?" Minase coughed violently, a hand on his neck as he tried to crawl along the ground, blood starting to pool beneath his chest. Mikaela let out a final scream above him, a vulgar snapping noise cracking around her before ascending her into the darkness. Takashiro curled up in a ball, the familiar, carnal torment forcing her to grip to her own arms for dear life to try and contain her urges. The clacking of Kitami's boots crawled along the floor, her eyes clenching tightly as Kitami's shadow overtook her.
"P-Please...please end this torment...please...make it stop...please..." Takashiro's pathetic babbling gave Kitami the devious surge she needed, laughing maniacally before the Bible Black appeared in her clawed hand.
"I'm going to REALLY enjoy this...this is for what you did to me all those years ago!"
Kitami straddled Takashiro waist, her left claw trapping Takashiro's neck in a death grasp as she began chanting from the book. As blood trickled through her talons, they were both surrounded in a deep crimson light, a stone alter forming beneath them. They rode the alter as it rose all the way up, bloodstained chains shooting up to latch onto Takashiro's wrists and ankles, painfully yanking them tight. Kitami let you a ghastly, demonic fit of uncontainable joy from her throat, releasing Takashiro's throat. Takashiro's eyes were catatonic with fear, tears trailing down her cheeks as she stared death in the face. Kitami leaned forward, the tip of her now forked tongue lustfully tracing Takashiro's quivering lips before moving her mouth to Takashiro's ear.
"Jesus. Jesus. Nester. Jesus,"
A loud choke was ripped from Takashiro's throat as Kitami stabbed her talons through Takashiro's chest, the lights of her eyes quickly fading as her trembling body fell limp. Minase's eyes watched in absolute horror as he witnessed Takashiro's very death, Kitami letting out a final fit of hysterical laughter as she vanished in a puff of violet smoke, reappearing next to the alter, her demonic traits now gone as she returned to her normal form.
Blood trickled off the sides of the alter as a grinning Kitami walked back to the only remaining survivor left. As she picked up the broken mess that was Minase, she heard an odd, metallic snapping noise, the sound of air being vacuumed out suddenly catching her ears. Following the noise, she found that a random hatched had appeared, a black miasma oozing from it and I to the realm. Kitami let out a soft hum, licking along Minase's ear as she stepped over top of it.
"Enjoy living with your failure to save anyone..." Kitami whispered, dead dropping Minase's body into the hatch.
In the blink of an eye, Minase found himself in a dark woods, no stars and or moons in the sky. Walking in the dark, a soft, warm light emitted from behind a plethora of trees, Minase immediately making his way there. Upon reaching the flickering lights of a campfire, there everyone was; Mikaela, Vittorio and of course, Takashiro.
"Oh God Takashiro!"
Minase ran to her, hugging onto her tightly as tears slowly slid down his cheeks. Takashiro simply smiled, petting behind his head as she pulled him close.
"So that's what it feels like to die...it's...a good thing that people only have to suffer it once in their lifetime,"
"Unfortunately for us, it's not an uncommon occurrence. Don't worry though, it gets easier with time,"
"It's not something I'd like to get used to...especially not from Reika Kitami,"
"So that's her name, she referred to herself as the Heretic to me,"
"She certainly is a heretic, what a fitting name for such a sadistic soul,"
Despite the conversation, the 4 of them lost their gazes in the dancing flames of the bonfire, the silence being replaced by its crackling as they recovered from the hell they were forced to experience. Takashiro and Minase couldn't begin to imagine how others would fair against the Heretic, they only wished that their suffering would be swiftly short lived.