The Creatures Series

Twelfth Mist

Twelfth MistCreatures of the Mist

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Every morning fog is the palest embrace you can allow to give me.

Nor love and death can you hand over.

Life is as cruel as it is,

And the fate I can never escape.

"Come, Eleanor. Time to die," I chant the bitterest words sweetly.

They plunge into her with so much force, stripping away her every last hope of survival.

I'm the ruler now—who can save her this time? As much as the fact that I have so many enemies whether I like it or not, this one just has to end. I don't like her breathing. Every second of her existence is a waste of energy. I would rather much like it if she's being fed for the haunts of hell.

The sight must be magnificent—watching my super irritating cousin being torn from limb to limb. Only imagining it even makes me impatient. I can't wait, but I have to. There is not a single hell haunt in this entire dimension.

Or perhaps there are some? Sneaking around in one of the city's mystic corners, waiting for the perfect pathetic prey to walk right into their trap in such an ironic way? But how can I find one even if a hell haunt do manage to run away from hell and sneak into this dimension? They are thousands of possibilities, both indicates failure and success.

So I just have to arrange one.

"I've decided how you will die, Eleanor Noirmelns. You will be stripped away from the glorious and greatest family name, will be imprisoned improperly and will be beheaded in front of thousands of witnesses after all the crimes that you've done are announced." I walk closer and kick her knees, making her fall on the perfectly polished black marble floor. Then I grab her chin roughly, digging my long sharp nails into the paleness of her skin. "Eleanor Noirmelns, I here by declaring that you are no longer part of the Noirmelns family."

Blood rushes out from her face as I finish saying that, taking away all the color in her face. Even the darkness in her eyes have die out, just like the fire that was once burning her lifespan candle in the underground room. Just like the stem that has starting to disappear, her acknowledgement as a Noirmelns is also vanishing. And by the time she has been completely removed, Eleanor slips from my nails and collapse on the floor.

Link and Artro stepped forward instantly on both her sides. They pulled her up, caging her arms each to theirs and dragged her out of the throne room.

There is no question where they're putting her after this.

Her trial.

Where her life will end once and for all, using a Death Scythe that will not allow her to regain herself after death. Once the blade make contact with her open flesh, poison will undoubtedly spread through her entire system for nonstop.

She'll get weak.

And she will die.

But I have no regret in my eyes.

Once I look at a mirror, I know how I will looks like.

Exactly like I was frozen before the crowning ceremony; my skin will be chalkdust pale, eyes will be darker than black itself, hair will be so long like a black satin silk, and lips will be so cruel that they are cold.

Cold....

And evil....

Cold evil.

I almost smirk at the thought.

I ’ m dreaming of something I ’ ve very feared about ─ although I ’ m not really sure what it is.

For some moment, I stay silently, in the dark.

Cluck.

It starts with a drop.

Cluck.

Then another.

Cluck.

By the time the third drop of water smashed a hard surface, I wake myself from the trance I’ve been having.

I don ’ t know what is going on even after my awakening ─ I even have no idea that the empty land I ’ m spacing around is actually none other than a dream of mine. I have a feeling that I know where I am from the sense of familiarity. But even the feeling soon blurs to nothing and I can ’ t tell a single thing.

And even in the place where I ’ m suppose to control all the things in it, I ’ m still feeling anxious. So for that moment, I don ’ t even dare to move for an inch. But I ’ m very impatient in dreams ─ as I usually do, I remember briefly before my mind drifts away again. The next time I ’ m blinking, I ’ m not even sure what is real anymore. Everything seems so unrealistic, yet very much attracting and starting to charm my heart right away.

The darkness that has once colored my unconscious world suddenly turns bright quickly. At that moment, I can move again. I’m so happy, that I even forget my own name. What I want to do is just to follow the light, and have it in my hands and play with it.

How strong I feel attracted to the white light just doesn ’ t make any sense. All thoughts suddenly die and I can ’ t even think. I don ’ t have any second thoughts or any rational sense after my eyes spot the light. Even though deep down I know that the light will lead me to no good, I just can ’ t seem to stop my body from moving ─ floating to wherever the light is heading.

The light moves faster as my body feels the urge to catch up quicker. I want to stop, but I ’ m way too late. Because by the time I ’ m able to stop myself from chasing it, I ’ m already right in front of the light. And there ’ s an entire universe, circling it as starts, just for that one particular light. It ’ s even much more beautiful than before ─ the light. But I ’ m not really sure that it ’ s actually white. I don ’ t know.... It seems to be changing its color by every second.

Whatever the color of the light is, I’m still unable to take my eyes off it. The light is just that beautiful.... Dangerously beautiful. I wonder how it will look like if I come closer. I do as what my inner self wants. Stepping closer on the empty ground, I see the light clearer and clearer. Then, as if it knows what I’m doing, the light escapes.

It flies away from the center of the small universe in front of me, making it empty and just.... blank. I can’t see a thing anymore. It saddens my heart. Time and time passes by, and I’m still waiting in the darkness. Without the light, this world is the same as death.

My consciousness finally finds its way back to my body, which is currently being shaken by someone. I drift into a room that I soon find that has a dim lighting and a particular pattern on the ceiling. My room. A figure appears from my side, who I assume is the one that’s waking me up.

Artro have his eyes clouded with concern beneath those pair of glasses. He helps me up after realizing that I’m already awakened.

“What is it?” My voice sounds hoarse and comes out barely as a whisper that can only be heard by the two of us.

His eyes then turns cold almost instantly, stripping away all the previous warm concern in them. “You were having a nightmare, I presume. The aura inside your room was highly pressuring, so I got in to make sure that you’re alright,” he replies, still keeping the distance he has before.

Now, I get it that Link doesn’t talk to me anymore because of our issue in the past. But must Artro copy his action as well? And last time I check, we were both fine. Why is he treating me like this? Don’t tell me it’s because of my new occupation?

Though, before I can have the chance to ask about it to him, Artro already excused himself politely and leaves me alone in the room again.

At the same night, Raion comes to me while I'm sitting at the side of a giant window. It's just right to the only way heading to my personal chamber. The window is tall and slim, white at the edges and clear in the middle, giving me the perfectly captivating sight of the blue moon. Hints of bewitching pulls are clearly hanging in the cold night's air. That is why I closed it after sitting near the window for a few minutes.

"Good evening, Queen Arsene." His warm tone is totally contrary to the situation right now, which surprises me.

"I just imprisoned your mother earlier this day, Raion. Aren't you supposed to sound like you hate me right now?" I ask, but for some reasons feeling rather amused by him.

"What my mother did was her fault. She shouldn’t have tried to attack you, and she should have known better. Her punishment is something she already knew would get. I can't hate you for that, Queen Arsene," he replies with a smile as he approaches my side and take a sit next to me.

But I can see a hint of sadness in his eyes. Only a little, before it disappears into a blur of black fog ─ the color of his eyes. He turns them to look at the same scene I admire. When he sighs, I know that he ’ s agree with me ─ the sight of the moon is breathtaking.

How come it isn’t? With the dark sky presented for the only biggest star in it to shine, so bright like a hidden jewel of the sea. The moon looks like a blue shade of a pearl, simply beautiful in the sky. Right at this second that my eyes land on the phenomenon, I already knew what to do after this.

To paint the moon that I capture at this moment.

"You can call me Arsene, if you want," I tell Raion moments later.

"Arsene." There's something unordinary with the way Raion pronounces my name. Kind of reminds me of something that I already forgot. "I like that." He glances at me and flashes another smile—much more brilliant than the last. "Makes me feel closer to you."

I turn back to the sight outside the window and face him. Right at the moment that I look at him, I know that I can reveal my thoughts to him. The calming look in his eyes just provided that so easily. So I’m not hesitating to open my mouth.

"You know, after Trace is gone with my grandfather, and my parents are away again, you're the only one in here that I feel comfortable with. Of course, there are also my cousins, Artro and Link, but we are kind of distant recently. It makes me sad. I don't really like being alone. I bet you're unhappy, too, deep down, because I took away your mother. You must have been feeling lonely as well. I'm sorry that I had to do that."

Even for your own protection, along for the sake of the entire family.

When Raion doesn't say anything, I continue again. "It's okay to hate me, I won't blame you. Everyone else in here does, too—"

I am cut from my words when Raion suddenly turns me to his direction and smash his lips against mine, shoving his tongue down my throat at the same time.