Jun 13, 2019
@princesselmelloi
The purple haze rolled in, consuming the fire of the candles. The mist formed a sorrowful murk that even shadowed the moonlight. The sky had disappeared, disguised as a nightmare.
The reaper was an empty silhouette standing elegantly with two spears. Arms slightly stretched aside like the wings of a hawk. He blocked Reine’s path.
The mist disguised his face into a featureless shadow.
But there was only one word that rolled absently from his lips. The reaper still bore Diarmuid’s burden and obsession.
‘Master’.
‘Is that you? I barely recognize you in one piece”