Creatures of the Ice

Seventh Ice

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##### Seventh Ice #####

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In the wishing well

Pitch dark in here

Will you have mercy

Upon this old soul?

The biggest fight you will ever have is not with someone or something, with its form from something to none that the eyes cannot see, but the true war that lies within yourself.

Thunder rumbling. Lightning striking. None of the angry sky’s phenomenon that can beat the storm in my heart.

The smell of death does not just give out from the land I step below my black high-heeled boots, but also from the linger scent that is covering my entire body. I take off my gloves and let my pale fingers brush the concreteness of the gravestones while my eyes scan a certain row of tombs. My feet drag me to the place and my body just collapse right on top as the rumbles begin another set of uproar at the above.

Closing my eyes, I feel the déjà vu feeling washing over me ─ so sad and overwhelming that I do not even realize it until the line of my neck begins to get wet. My teardrops are leaking from my closed eyelids and trailing down to the side of my cheeks and decapitate.

There is nothing wrong ─ I clearly felt it before, and I can still feel it.

I am losing my sanity.

‘─sene’

‘Ar─’

‘─Arsene’

I can hear their whispers, calling me from the distant place. Has my desperation and tears reached them?

“I’m sorry. I don’t know how long I can do this anymore. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you worry,” I murmur between cries, my pale grey hands grazing at the cold crafted tombstones in front. “And if I really lose it this time.... When that has happened before.... If this hardship would take its level any higher.... I’m so sorry, guys....”

The tips of my fingers follow the crafted words on each stones.

Arch....

I remember how silent he was, and also how kind his heart was. He was someone that our team used to rely on in our desperate moments. His golden blonde hair resembled the glow of the sunlight. His icy blue eyes did not hold cruelty, but serenity. I remember how handsome and loving he was when he smiled, even though it only happened rarely.

Shara....

There seem to be not enough time for friendship. There was seemed to be not enough time for our friendship. I left her and made her felt betrayed when she needed me the most, along with the rest of the team without even saying goodbye. I should have known any better of who would be crying the hardest, even through her independent facade. Shara was a great leader to the team, and I never even got the chance to say how proud I am to her.... because I am.

Nono....

We shared the same passion on art. There is no one in this world that love art more than I do than him. He did not just have a warm body, but also a warm heart. He was never the one to judge based on looks, but on what was inside.

“Oh, how I wish I can just bring you all back from the dead.... But it will so be wrong.... So wrong.... I could not do that to you all....” I cry again as the sky becomes more upset with its thunder and lightning, each calling one another for more chaotic scene.

That night....

....After gathering pieces of the demon corpse yet from another trespasser from an elevated level again, my black skull ─ the one that me and The Devil used as the symbol of our contract ─ just decides to fall from my hand at the worst possible time ever. Moreover, all of the members of my group are standing right in front of me, waiting for me to pick the skull up. One of them even asks me.

“What is the matter?”

What is the matter? What is the matter?! All I need is for all of you to turn around and run like hell, disappear from my sight before I have to pick the skull up and change back to who I actually am, because my gloves are so bloody and torn that they are now exposing half of my skin here and there.

But I hold back that sarcastic comment and bend down to pick it up with movement as natural as possible, not wanting to gain attention or unwanted suspicion.

Luckily, the corner of my eye spot a perfect place to hide, and just before I turn back when my skin touches the surface of the skull, I dash towards a dark alley behind me.

That night was not even the worst of all. It just had to get....

Worst mission ever. The Hell’s castle is in chaos when Rtona just decides to spread her seeds all over the kingdom and make the demons turn their loyalty to herself, just to gain a little taste of what it is like to have so much power like her father. The Devil does not like the idea of his daughter being ‘too naughty’ and orders me to stop her ‘by all means necessary’.

When Rtona has a declaration of war, I know that it is time for me to wipe out her army. That is the only way I can stop this.

Frozen from core to my outer layer, I jump down from the castle’s main balcony and into the battlefield in alone.

My vision becomes focus at one thing only after that: Blood. There is so much blood that even my eyes are layered by it. I s***h so many demons, behead countless horned heads, and just cut through bodies apart like they are all soft victims of mine. Their purple blood stain me from head to toe, covering me entirely once I have finished, mountains of corpses underneath my feet alone.

And that was the moment when I could snap out of it, and use whatever remained of me to escape to this dimension.

“I have never killed so many before at a time. And I found myself liking it. Every demon that I beheaded.... Each blood I spilled.... Through the killing, I found myself enjoying it more and more than I should be.”

My hands are clinging onto the tombstones atrociously right now, trying to embrace the last remaining sanity I have. As I discovered that my heart is beating faster, thunder and lightning color the sky once more. It is the final indication before rain starts to fall a heavy downpour, deluging my body. As the rain disembogues me, it feels as if I am being purified by its undiluted purity.

The purples blood is washed off me. But can it really guarantee and secure me from the throbbing hazard in my heart?

When I wake up, I feel the same way like after I wake up from my body’s slumber once when it has recovered from a dead state. So aching because I have not used it for a while, yet refreshing because of the sufficient rest my physical body has taken. It takes me another moment to stare at my surroundings, and let it finally enters my conversant conscious─

And I never moved this fast in my lifetime when I hung myself at the corner of the room’s ceiling, wanting nothing but to get away as far as I can from The Devil that is still lying on the bed ever so relaxed. He has a smug smirk curving his lips, his eyes staring at me in an amused way. He has his hand supporting his head to face up, while his other hand is somewhere beneath the black silky blanket that bulwark his naked chest.

He does not appear like his usual demon configuration, though, but what seems to be his mortal version. His hair is black as midnight without the starry sky. His skin as pale as my own. He looks like as if he were one of my clan ─ a Noirmelns.

But I am infallible that it is him.

“W-what is.... w-hat.... this....” I find myself stuttering in disbelief while shaking in fear ─ something I never did before in my life.

I was on that very same bed as he is lying currently, below that same blanket, and pressed against that very pale chest of his.

But I do not understand. How could I be in that position? What made me did something so out of mind like that? How could I even agree to get into the bed?

Because the answers will be simple. I was never willing to be in that position. I did not know what made me do so such a thing because I was never to make up my mind. And I was never in agreement to get on the bed.

“H-how did I....?” My voice is stuttering again.

“Get into my room?” The Devil finishes my question for me, licking his lips in the process with such an intense glint on his eyes that it makes me cringe in disgust and pure trepidation.

“It was simple, actually. Getting you to lie on my bed. Oh, that helpless look on your face when you were in so much pain. And I even want something from doing so. Also, have I mentioned that you have the biggest breasts I have ever seen, even bigger that Rtona’s mother?”

He rolls on his bed to the side that I was before, ever so naturally to expose more of his skin while making sure that his intimidating eyes stay on me. It does not even have to be the way he is staring at me right now to make me feel so frightened of my existence. His words already did the job. Something cold is running from my spine, injected and travel to the rest of my black blood.

That is the moment that I realize that my pale hand is my mortal one, not the demon one. I look at my other hand and find the same shade, but something is bothering me, and it is hammering at the back of my head. I look at my body, expecting the worst, only to find it covered in a black nightgown. The piece even barely overspread my front part, because it totally does not do the right job on covering my back, let alone with its thinness.

The cold is invading my most vital organ ─ my heart.

“....What is going on....?” I barely whisper, my eyes starting to be framed by my dark shadows.

“Abel was the one that brought you here and asked me to take you on my bed,” The Devil simply answers.

“What?!” I snap in shock right away, not caring even if I have to yell at The Devil that is still lying half-naked on his bed himself.

“Yes. He asked me to cure you, but I said to him that it would cost him. He didn’t care, though, and just insisted on me taking you in,” he continues.

“I-I don’t understand.... Why would he bring me in here and.... cure me? Did I get sick or something?”

“Well, you can put it that way. But you were still a demon when he carried you here. You know what that means,” he sings in a mood so happy it only terrorizes me more.

Things finally starting to click at the right places.

Looking at my hands, I begin to mutters to myself. “T-that means that I did not not turn back to my human self before, while I was in the cemetery. I was still in the demon form, because I could not change back even if I removed my gloves. It was because I was in the Cemetery Dimension, not Earth.” I shift my eyes to look at him. “That means Abel hasn’t known that I am a mortal. That I am a wizard.”

But even after knowing this, my eyes reflect more horror than ever.

“He thought that I was a demon, who was dying out of sickness that could be caused because I was a demon. And then he traded something.... something precious of him that you wanted badly enough to.... to.... to start all of these!” I exclaim in shock.

That is even worse.

I cannot compare on a real-living nightmare.

Not even Hell on Earth.

The Devil only smirks at me evilly, as a confirmation of my accusation.

Oh Abel, what have you done?