Morro walked openly in the halls, not that he was letting the monks see him. But still, he loved watching them fumble their hands as they felt him approach, goosebumps traveling across their skin. It was so satisfying to watch the stuck-up monks get a little of what they deserve.
Now where was he, that's right, he walked up the staircase pulling out files and sorting through them. Wrong one, nope, with each passing file he could feel his mood souring.
"Morro." a young girl whispered below him.
His head swiveled looking down at the girl, her small face staring at him with awe. Smiling he walked back down the staircase settling into a squat. "Don't you know it's bad luck to say my name?" His ghostly green mist floated off his body.
With a lift of his finger, the child was lifted so she floated next to him. Her face was shining with glee. Morro grimaced, this kid was weird, how was he supposed to scare her off if she seemed so invested in him?
"I can't believe it's you," she whispered. "I read all about you!" her voice still whispered, reaching out trying to touch him. "I can't believe my writing worked."
"Oh really all amazing things, right?" he sighed, maybe she could at least be helpful, she seemed to want him here. "Say kid, do you know where in the archive I can find the ninja?"
The girl began to open her mouth before a voice yelled out.
"Euphrasia!" yelled a voice, it sounded like a few bookcases down. "You are supposed to be in bed young lady!"
Morro sat the kid down, watching as a rather… large man with a beet-red face came running down the halls. Raising his eyebrow he watched the situation. He rested his head on his hand watching the situation unfold.
"How many times have I told you not to enter the archives so late!" a slap echoed across the air as the large monk hit her.
Morro saw red for a second, his hand instinctively beginning to tighten, only stopping when he saw the pleading look of Euphrasia.
"Yes Master Writer, I'm sorry."
Euphrasia was pulled away, her head down as the large man dragged her away. Morro followed them, tracking behind catching glimpses of a tear-stained face. He walked through the walls and into Euphrasia's room, the girl sobbing, curling onto the bed.
"Hey," he whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I- are you okay?"
The sobbing grew quieter as she sat up. Morro was horrible at this, anyone would have been better, Lloyd would have been better. But he was the only one able to right now and he knew it.
"Hey it's going to be okay," he patted Euphrasia's head and pulled her into a soft hug. "Does this happen often?"
He tried being delicate, trying hard to make his voice soft but anger was still steep on his tongue, hell it was practically the only language he could speak. Morro could feel her nod and anger bubbled its way back into his ghostly heart..
"Don't worry I won't let this happen again," he whispered. "You're going to want to cover your ears for a while."
Who was he kidding? He wasn't a good man, he was the furthest thing from it, he couldn't be as soft or caring as Lloyd and Wu, there was no way he could be like that. But it's a good thing he wasn't or else he wouldn't be able to do what Euphrasia needed right now.
Slamming open the door of the Master Writer, his wind throwing off the writer's blanket and slamming him against the wall. He showed himself to the quivering man, a devilish smile covering his face.
"So you think, it's good to beat on kids?" he sauntered forward, gripping the man's paling face and tilting it side to side.
"Wai-" the writer tried to speak before Morro slowly sucked the air out of his lungs.
Many came to see what the noise was intending to rescue the master writer, that was until they saw Morro holding the Master Writer effortlessly.
"Looks like we got an audience, perfect."
With a flick of his wrist, the master writer slammed against another wall. Swiping his hand he sent the master writer into the hall floors, the onlookers cowering as he grew closer.
The Master Writer desperately crawled away, his face turning purple, Morro's wind slowly drawing him back in.
"Ah, I know exactly what to do now," his laughter filled the hall as he threw the master writer out of the window, his screams filling the air, before the oh-so-peaceful silence. With his desire fully sated he disappeared, walking past the many writers as they ran to the window.
Making his way to Euphrasia's room, he pulled the covers on top of her, she had passed out from crying so much. How many times did she endure this? What has this accursed realm come to?
A golden light appeared in the room analyzing him. It bobbed, circling him worriedly.
"I know I went too far okay, just… can your lecture wait till later," he whispered.
The orb bobbed before disappearing.
Morro returned to sitting on the edge of the bed fiddling with his hand. He messed up, he honestly had gotten carried away and slipped back into his old self, he didn't want that for himself anymore. Perhaps it was time to let someone else take the mantle, a clean slate.
He returned his focus to Euphrasia. She was breathing softer now, almost like she knew she was safe. He placed a hand on her head, his thoughts swirling like a storm.
The golden light appeared once more settling onto the bed next to Morro. It was somewhat comforting to Morro. He placed a hand on the orb flashes of the sprawled-out body of the head writer and monks surrounding him. There wasn't anger like he thought it was going to be, but a deep sadness.
Morro pulled his hand away, fidgeting with his hand as he pulled his thoughts together, "I'll do better Master Wu." He promised, returning his attention to Euphrasia. "But she can't stay here, it wouldn't be right."