Andrey’s eyes widely opened, as his mouth went agape. “Th---this can’t be!” He stuttered.
Eloise pushed Andrey’s shoulder and asked him with concern in a gentle tone. “What happened to you?! Get back to yourself!”
Andrey gulped hard and regained his senses, thanks to The Princess’ push. “The plan is a failure! We are completely surrounded!”
“Nothing has failed yet, Andrey. I can feel it! My intuition speaks to me - I know that today we will win!” Eloise spoke encouragingly, although she did think of something else as well. ‘ Even though I haven’t lied… but what is this uneasy feeling that I have in my chest…?’
Alextraz channeled lightning through his body and proudly yelled. “Show yourself, unless you want to die without even being recognized as a human being!”
Guys, guys! Who do you think is this powerful foe? Obviously he knows everything about Andrey. Come on! Try and guess! I'll be looking for your suggestions in the comments and review section :P
“This guy is pretty damn good. Is that what you’re thinking?” the man’s voice whispered in Andrey’s ear. Immediately after, the palm of that shady man slapped Andrey’s face sending him flying meters away, ultimately to crash to the ground as his body spiralled like a whirl. Recovering just before impact, Andrey landed on his hands, pushing himself off the pavements, at which moment, the colossal shadow-man’s knee crashed into his back. “ARGGHH!” Andrey screamed from the pain. His cry struck fear in each soldier, The King and The Princess. “Oh, no… Are we going to… lose, after all?” Eloise whispered, as she along with the rest turned toward the source of the agonic scream. “Come on, my boy? Is that all?” The man asked, looking down at the motionless Andrey, lyin
A shockwave pushed the shady man away, leaving Andrey levitating above the ground under the force of his Manakinesis. “Y...You must be kidding me…” Andrey slowly floated toward the decayed. “Ellie… Alex…? No… This… Can’t be!” “THIS CAN’T BE!” Andrey screamed in a distorted voice. “NOW’S NOT THE TIME TO BE DEAD!” As his screams continued, the creatures of darkness spotted him and figured out he was their next target. “GET UP!” “ARISE!” “GET OFF THE GROUND!” “STAND UP!” “YOU CAN’T BE DE
Her tears dried out in a split second. Pain may cause one to cry, but a greater sorrow will silence those tears. That is when a person’s soul completely breaks, just as most mirrors shatter at the edge of a rock. Dea’n’ha’s sharp mind came back to her on time. ‘Just a touch with my Abyssal Crack Magic, and I will return all his memories back to him!’ She thought, as her tattoos started expanding to her fingertips. “Don’t do it!” A cold and angry voice rushed through the hollow room. Pulling her arm away, with slight fright, she turned her head to face at the warning voice. It was Azazel. “But… Why? He doesn’t remember who I am!” The beauty exclaimed. “Get out of the room, Dea’n’ha!” The Demon demanded, his as
It had been awhile since a decent mission came around. While Andrey was absent, Azazel's legion had been mainly enjoying a peaceful and quiet time. Happily for them, that was all over. A mission was issued straight from Lord Beleth Gehenalis himself, as missions for The Demon Azazel’s legion had always been delivered. The instructions were exceptionally short, "Get rid of the nuisance." Of course, instructions and the definition of what the "nuisance" was weren't really handed out. The mission's real purpose wasn’t really explainable, but what was for sure was that getting rid of something meant killing someone of something. Perhaps even a significant amount of power would be required to do the deed. The location was East of Icemorne. The city bore
A second later, the ground underneath them cracked from the mighty pressure. Everyone fell, the enemy - unconscious, in what seemed to be huge underground catacombs. The height of the columns holding onto this vast space were at least ten meters tall. After the silence which came after the rumbling rocks seized falling and finally met their last location to rest, a sound of flowing water somewhere in the distance was heard. Azazel walked next to one of the columns, exploring its surface with the palm of his hands, then revealing the location's nature. "I believe these are Ictek ruins." His voice sounded deeply in the open space. Dea'
Feeling as awkward as he never had before, Andrey stared at everyone, surprised that who they seemed to be bowing before was none other than himself. Exchanging glances with Azazel, Dea’n’ha, and Illien, desperate to know if they possibly had any sort of clue why this is all happening, but to no avail. “Why are they bowing to you!?” Dea’n’ha asked, as she stepped forward. Azazel turned toward her and spoke in a natural voice, “I believe he would be the least one to know the answer” His petrifying gaze fell down on the red dressed curly-haired man, and spoke through teeth, “But I’m beginning to get an idea.” Although nobody heard him. Not that it was his intent. Feeling suddenly relaxed as ‘the enemy’ didn’t seem to
Dea’n’ha’s desperate cry echoed through the underground city’s corners. Having no other choice but to feel alarmed by her unexpected reaction to the bandit leader’s words, Andrey was close to giving up to the rising confusion. “You see, they are purposely holding you back from who you really are. They are trying to chain you down in their own delusional ideals. They don’t like who you really are. They don’t want you. That’s why they are making up stories for you, stories about you. You’re too great for them. They can’t restrict you. You’re a threat.” Onyx spoke, clenching his boot into Andrey’s chest, then twisting it to the left and right. Andrey grabbed Onyx’s leg and tried to push him away, but instead his arms got hit from by the dull sides of the leader’s two swords. “Look at them. They probably are the reas
\\A little author’s note here for the upcoming dialogue. Text written in Italic and Bold are the words of Andrey whom’s memories are still gone. While text written only in Italic are Andrey with his memories regained #LordRedEye\\ So… This is what death feels like? Like… Nothing? I do have my body still. I can see my hands. There are my legs, too. Hm. So is death like an endless darkness with me by myself? If that were true, then death is nothing other than certain madness. Anyone would go insane by this emptiness. So the end of the road is nothing but a hollow shell for one’s self? Even now… I’m just talking to myself… a