章節 1: Prologue of Ash
A tall and lean figure with long blue hair was walking down the street outside the market. The figure was wearing a black coat with gold embroidery on it that made it look noble.
The figure was extremely beautiful to the point that one could even see it's features shining. It was exuding an aura that was the epitome of greatness and nobleness that would have left people in a daze. Unfortunately, or fortunately, there was no one to witness it.
The streets of the market, that should have been filled with the buzzing of the merchants and citizens, were empty.
On the grounds of the street, there were countless bodies lying around. The bodies were torn from different angles, their blood soaking the street in the colour of red. The eyes and expressions of the dead bodies were screaming with despair. One can only imagine what kind of unexplainable horrors they faced before their demise.
The sound of buildings burning in the surroundings was the only thing other than the figure's steps that could be heard in the whole city.
The figure walked down the street without even flinching or looking at the bodies.
After entering the centre of the city, the figure looked ahead where the broken remains of giant structures were visible. A giant statue of a figure, whose head was missing was one such broken structure.
Looking closely, the structure resembled a palace, broken down and burning furiously. There was not a single living soul except the noble figure in the whole city.
The noble figure looked utterly out of place at this scene of carnage and despair.
The figure looked up, looking at the moon and said, "I was too late" A single drop of tear fell down its cheek. Its expression one of utter guilt and sadness that would have made anyone sympathize and share the sadness with him if someone saw it.
Its voice was like a divine melody. It was not possible to determine the figure's gender from its voice.
Then the figure closed its eyes and suddenly, the figure's hair started turning black and started growing in length as well.
All the noble and great aura of the figure, that made people want to look at it, started turning sinister, filled with an inexplainable wrongness and eeriness, making anyone's body who looked at him turn into stone and pale white with fright.
The figure slightly turned its head back and looked back, it looked back at its own figure, reflecting in the eyes of Arthur who was observing this scene with confusion and wariness.
When their eyes made contact, Arthur was overcome with fright.
Arthur forced himself to look around the figure and was confused as to whether the corpses around the figure were real or hallucinations.
The figure suddenly opened its mouth and said, "All sinners must repent for their crimes" The figure said, its eyes filled with a certain sense of wrongness and chaos. Its voice was now grating on his ears, giving Arthur a shiver down his spine and making his body hair stand on end.
Arthur didn't know if the figure was talking to him or to itself. There was no trace of the grace and the melodious voice that the figure showed before. Now, only some kind of inexplainable horror in its place remained.
Arthur could not see the figure's face; he could only see the figure's abyssal black eyes.
Arthur was afraid of looking in the eyes of the figure and the threatening and eerie vibe the figure was giving him, so he looked down at the ground to avoid making eye contact with the figure.
He felt he would go mad if he looked at the figure's eyes anymore.
Arthur was confused, baffled but most of all was filled with a feeling of dread. When he opened his eyes, he was suddenly here, observing the breathtakingly beautiful figure, who had now turned into some kind of abyssal horror.
Trying to escape the feeling of dread he focused on the ground. However, the ground that was supposed to be red, filled with the blood of the dead citizens, now to the horror of Arthur, was suddenly pitch-black.
The darkness on the ground was moving, making his hair stand on end.
There was something incredibly wrong with the way the darkness was moving around him. It was moving like an aurora but with pitch-black darkness. A pitch-black fog-like substance was also hovering around him, drowning his figure down from the knees in darkness.
At this moment, Arthur noticed that the sound of burning buildings had disappeared. In its place, now was the sound of hundreds of insects crawling on the ground.
Arthur felt something crawling in his feet in the darkness, so he immediately tried to move his feet, but to his despair, his feet refused to budge from the ground.
The feeling of something crawling in the moving darkness made him feel nauseated.
Arthur looked up in the sky feeling the dread. The sky that was filled with the stars and the moon, was now the same pitch-black darkness as the ground. Arthur gulped audibly looking at the sky.
Not knowing what to do other than facing the sinister figure, he looked back at the figure.
Ahead of Arthur that figure stood in the same position. Looking at Arthur with chaos filled eyes. It gave Arthur a very threatening vibe.
The figure, now with pitch black hair, surrounded with dozens of dead bodies was like the epitome of horror.
Arthur blinked his eyes and the dead bodies surrounding the figure suddenly disappeared. The broken remains of the buildings surrounding the figure also disappeared.
Arthur was consumed with the feeling of dread, making his face go as pale as a sheet. He opened his mouth trying to say something, but his voice was stuck in his throat.
The figure continued to look at Arthur, the broken remains and the dead bodies of the citizens, were no longer there anymore. Only pitch-black darkness remained in their place.
The figure opened his mouth trying to say something. Arthur wanted to immediately close his ears, not wanting to hear what the abominable figure wanted to say.
"Please survive" However the figure said something that was completely opposite to the sinister and chaotic vibe he was giving.
Arthur, still filled with dread at the wrongness of the situation, didn't understand what the figure's words meant just now.
Arthur was sweating, his heart was beating so fast because of the dread that he didn't notice, he didn't notice that his heart, that was beating so loudly, was no longer there.
The sound of the crawling insects and the pitch-black darkness was no longer there. Only the sound of a beating heart was present now. The sound of his heart was louder than it should have been, as if it had been put in front of him.
Arthur looked down very slowly, in the place of his heart was now a hand fully made of darkness, pushing out of his chest from the front. The palm of the hand, made of pure darkness was grabbing his heart.
He looked down, looking at his own heart that was beating loudly in the palm of darkness made his mind go blank. Before he could do or think anything, his vision changed, he started seeing the left and right from his eyes differently.
Arthur's head was sliced from the centre in a vertical straight line, making two equal parts fall on the ground of pitch-black darkness.
The two different visions of Arthur looked at the figure, now standing a bit closer than before with two different angles.
Even though his brain had been sliced apart, he was still somehow able to process everything that his vision was seeing.
The figure somehow looked like it was looking at Arthur with pity. Arthur, who was supposed to be despairing at the situation, didn't realize that he felt sad at the figure's expression.
Then slowly, the darkness on the ground started consuming the remains of his body. Arthur did not feel anything now, his vision still focusing on the figure's expression.
Soon, his vision also went black, just like the abyssal darkness of the figure's eyes that were looking down at him.
The darkness consumed him.
And then-
Arthur died for the first time...
And in the next moment, he woke up.
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