Frame continued to fly against the unfamiliar air of the Underworld. There had to be an exit from this realm somehow right? If only the shinigami knew what he was getting himself into upon taking up the task of managing the souls that were sent through the Gates of Hell. It seemed Ichigo’s stay in this world would be prolonged. The chances of the swordsman surviving on his own out here were quite slim. No plan was really thought as the orange haired male did not think he would make it this far.
Ichigo comes to halt as crown turns only to see Morrigan, with a pair of bat wings, flying after him. Just what exactly was she to have these large appendages aid her in flight? Curios was the shinigami the more strange things were down here. Pools of caramel only feature shock as this is not something he expected to see out of the blue. ‘ Wings, just how did she- ‘ the question is posed inwardly as features continue to watch the other fly before him.
It is then that Morrigan’s words enter his mind as she had a point. Sure, Hollows were not all that far off from demons here but the creatures showed much more strength and grotesque ways of slaughtering enemies. Ichigo could tell underneath all the disfigured faces and twisted flesh that raw and powerful strength lay dormant within each of them. Damn it, he really did not have but one choice in this situation. Is it worth it was the real question.
Cursing under his breath, the many thoughts raced in his mind. Time is of the essence as Ichigo did not have much of it to spare for any final last minute words. Taking a quick breath, hues shut for a moment before finally speaking. ❝ If I choose to stay here then.. how do I know I can put my complete and full trust in you? With me staying, how will that guarantee you may try to kill me just as the rest of this world might want to do the same? ❞
She has to scoff; a serene mixture of laughter
&& sarcasm at his questioning that she could
only hope he wouldn’t take as malice. It is,
simply, only amusing. His distrust in her, his
bitter lack of faith that she would not bring harm
to him. For, of course, had she wanted to, he
would already be dead. He would already be
a long forgotten memory, little more than a
blip in the timeline of the world.
“If I wanted you dead, you would be. Alas, I
have little use of you as a corpse, sweetling.”
Wings stretch, and with one heavy beat, they
bring her to circle around him. Arms reach,
and hands find his forearm.
“If you stay, I will make sure you are unharmed.
I will protect you, keep you safe from the viles
of my world. But, it is your choice. Think carefully
about what you intend to leave behind. For now,
at least. Until you, as all things, change your mind.”
The goddess giggles, tugging gently at his arm.
“You can stay with me, at my castle, for as long
as you like.”
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