Another World Story

Day Sixty Three: (2)

"Ah~! You're finally awake~!"

Eleonora flinched the moment she heard that voice. She looked around, and saw nothing but darkness, the light that was infront of her prevented her from seeing her surrounding.

Eleonora gathered her mana to her eyes, it enabled her to see in the dark. But even with that, only the vague silhouette of a person standing a-step beside her could be seen. She frowned and tried to stand-up from where she was lying, but the moment she did...

Cling- Clang-

The sounds of metal chains was heard and Eleonora belatedly understood her situation.

She was tied up using chains made out of 'Anti-Mana' that hindered her use of mana, her power was reduced but the only thing she need to do was increase the mana on the magic that she would use, and it would regain its power, but it would have huge setbacks.

Eleonora bit her lip as she remembered the earlier events, she was frustrated at herself from being caught instantly. She was confident on her magic, but her fighting experience was something she couldn't have confidence in. The madman was a lot stronger than she was.

"Oh~? The amount of mana in you is truly exquisite~! Truly beautiful!! How I wished for it to be mine~"

"..."

"Ah~! That eyes! That glare of yours~! Is truly arousing! Ah! Ha! Look at me more~!"

Eleonora immediately turned her gaze away from the madman as she felt shivers run down her spine. The madman's masochistic nature disgust her to a great degree.

"El.e.o.no.ra~!"

The madman said, uttering every syllable on her name. Eleonora once again glared at the madman, her amethyst like eyes shone with a fiery red glint.

"Ah~! Haa. Haa. Eleonora~!"

"Utter my name once more, and I will kill you this instant"

Killing intent filled the room as Eleonora's ice-cold mana, covered the atmosphere. Even with the 'Anti-Mana' hindering her, the amount of mana inside her was so great that it was rendered useless. But that's all she could do, forming magic was something she couldn't hope to do in her current state.

'If it's only one 'Anti-Mana' I could escape here...'

It was not only her arms that was cuffed, even her legs and neck were no exception. Don't even talk of activation, forming magic was not even possible due to the number of 'Anti-Magic' on her.

"I really wish you could that~" the man teased "I really wonder how dying by your hands feel~! Ah! Just imagining it makes my heart beat in joy!"

"Disgusting..." she scowled not even looking at the crazy man. But the madman continued not even listening to her words.

"Ah~! How I wish I could experience such bliss!" the madman shouted declaring his joy.

"But... unfortunately, dying means I can't be with you~" he said, genuine sadness on his face.

"But don't worry! If I'm going to die, I will take you with me! We could die together and be forever together~!!!"

Although she was not showing it, Eleonora was afraid. Of all the people she have seen, the madman was by far the worse. His words and actions that she have never seen or heard before makes shivers run down her spine.

'Mister...'

Wishing for the person she yearn to appear, Eleonora endured the madman's continued blabbering.

"...Ah~! Now then, it's about time to start" the madman's demeanor changed the moment he utter such words. His former maniacal atmosphere turned serious as he look at Eleonora. Although dark, Eleonora didn't missed the glint of madness on his serious eyes. Panic immediately came to her as beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Sssk

The sound of a sword being unsheathe was heard.

"This should do"

The madman raised the unsheathed sword using his left hand and bring his other hand infront of it, and without hesitation he brought down the blade and cut his arm.

Drip- Drop-

Dark red liquid fell to the foor and it soon gushed out from the inflicted wound. The madman without a sound of pain, raised his cut arm infront of Eleonora, letting the residual blood fell on her.

'...!' Eleonora closed her eyes, and mouth shut. She tried to avoid the madman's blood from touching her, but it was all futile. The chain cuffs prevented her.

"With this pure-blood, I offer this soul to you...!"

The madman started chanting. He splattered his blood around Eleonora as if claiming her. Tears appear in her eyes as she heard the madman's chant, she didn't know what it will do, but she was certain it would do nothing good to her.

'Gods... No, even the devil himself... Please! Anyone!'

She prayed as she felt that the madman's chant was coming to its end. No she had prayed even before the madman chanted. She was desperate, she acted no longer and tears fell from her eyes.

"Somedody!"

She screamed. Yet, even the madman didn't even listened to her. And a moment later, the madman closed his eyes and his brown eyes, change to golden as he opened them one again.

"...We shalt accept thine offer"

A voice, unknown wether it was a man, a woman, a child or an old person's resounded. Eleonora shot open her eyes, not to by her own, but by the new entity that appeared.

'...Possession!' she screamed internally. It was a very known fact that Gods, could descend to the mortal realm by possessing a vessel. And of course doing such things required great sacrifises, and the madman, did so using his own soul. Normally it would not be enough to summon a God, but by using a catalyst they might have the chance.

A catalyst could range to thousands of people, a higher existence such as a transcendent, a beating heart of a mythical beast, a dragon or mana.

In this time, the madman used mana, by using his blood to cover Eleonora, the system recognized her as part of him, and her mana was taken without touching her soul.

"...Thou art a fine vessel" the madman(?) said, looking at Eleonora "We shalt use thee as our new body. Fear not, as thou shalt not feel pain"

The mana in the air rose as the madman(?) said those words and sparks appeared.

'I can't breathe!'

The amount of mana in the air and the 'Anti-Mana' reacting from it, choked her. The two opposite forces, were tugging at each other as if to tear one-another. But the mana that the madman(?) let out, rendered the 'Anti-Mana' useless after the tug-of-war.

Cough! Cough!

Eleonora who was was freed from the choking, coughed her lungs out. She tried to use magic, but the surrounding had immediately turned to the madman(?)'s control.

'Why?!' She screamed internally, anger and frustration filled her. Although the effects of the cuffs were gone, she was still tied to it, and using mana to cut the chains off was not an option either as the madman(?) has full control of the mana in the surrounding. All her magic would just disappear if she tried to use one.

Clak-

Clak-

The madman slowly approached her and finally stood beside her. He raised his remaining arm and put it on her forehead.

Death.

Was the first thing that came to her mind, the moment the hand landed on her forehead. She would die, if the madman(?) continued. Her instinct as a living breathing being told her so.

"P-please! S-STOP!"

Desperately she shouted, her confident aura now gone and replaced by despair and hopelessness by the dreadful being beside her.

"Please!"

She plead, but the madman(?) didn't listen and slowly opened his mouth...

"Assimilatin-"

...but before he could finish his words, a silver like line shone on the madman(?)'s neck, removing his head from his body.

Thud-

The madman(?)'s head fell, and the body lay limp on the floor.

Clak...

Clak...

Clak...

Slow foot-steps echoed in the room. And Eleonora turned her gaze to it. A silhouette of another person appeared in the dark, walking with confident steps towards her.

Clak...

Clak...

Clak-

Then stopped a couple of steps away from her.

"Calculation, error. Huh"

It was a man's voice, but younger compared to the madman's. Eleonora look at the person standing a few steps away from her. He had short black hair and eyes as dark as the abyss, his skin was white, and he have surprisingly young looking face. He wore clothes, that butlers use, and a brown glove on his two hands.

Eleonora saw all the youngman's feature, he was standing in the same direction the light that was infront of her is going. She stared at him, and an image of a certain man overlapped with him. But she immediately remove the thought from her head,

'They might resembled each other, but mister has far kinder eyes than him' she thought.

"Target has been secured. Operating plan C"

Young man said.

Eleonora couldn't understand what he was saying and frowned. But understood it the moment she felt free, her arms and legs as well as her neck that was cuffed and chained to the wall was freed. She fell down, but was immediately caught by the black-black haired youth, before she hit the ground. He carried her in a princess carry.

"W-wait!" flustered Eleonora tried to get out of the youngman's carry.

"Let's Go"

He said as he ignored her words. He turned around carrying her, leaving the headless corpse behind them.