Post by Zuyuri on Aug 3, 2018 6:44:20 GMT
He thought that he was dead. He should be. Every nerve was limp and ached with each motion. The soft gray substance smelled like ash left over from incense or a bad fire. Some of it was even snowing from above. Well, it looked like snow. The only light in the area came some small grooves, glowing a ghostly white. So much for people saying hell was nothing but fire and brimstone. It smelled like it, but looked absolutely nothing like it. He shook himself free of the ash, staring. There was no set path for him to go. Rocks sat in separate crags. Ribbons of ash, like the one he had woken up in, wound endlessly throughout. There was hardly any noise except for the rush of air.
So this was where Disparion and his hoardes came from. No wonder he wanted to go to light so badly. This place was just...empty.
Shadow trudged through the ash. Sometimes he took on full speed, just to see how far he could go. He bounced from one rock to the other. Everything looked exactly the same. There were no red and black demons like he had seen up in Bellerouge. The whole place, it was nothing but shadows. Ha. Like his name. Hilarious. Not.
He sped and walked in intervals. The lights burned when he touched them, far worse than fire. They couldn't even be knocked askew.
He wasn't dead. But how? Wasn't he supposed to be? Would he drop down and land in the River Styx or whatever?
"Disparion!" Shadow shouted.
Nothing. There wasn't even a gruesome laugh or a blinking of his eye. He was completely alone in this strange void. A void with no beginning and no end it seemed. Shadow shook his head. He closed his eyes, almost willing for Maria's death to replay. Nothing. He just saw blackness. He reopened them again. Yep. He was still here. In this strange dark realm. He had only one option. Keep walking and keep running until he found some kind of clue.
_
Without a proper measure of time, Shadow had no idea how long he was down here. Everything was still exactly the same to him. The smell was still the same, the sights were the same. Even just talking out loud to himself was no replacement for actual noise.
But then, like some strange saving grace, there was something happening. The darkness shifted. Shadow readied his stance. With his inhibitor rings gone, nothing would hold him back. He could fight anything just to get to the surface. He stood his ground, narrowing his eyes.
"Come on!" he challenged them creep.
All he saw here just floating orbs of purple light where the eyes were supposed to be. The rest of the mass unfolded. It was black but there was no red. This wasn't a demon, but it wasn't anything human either. Shadow leapt for it, his black fur singing into an intense yellow light. The monster made a strange noise like a ghostly wail mixed with a wince as he made impact. Like a piece of cloth being ripped to shreds, the creature disintegrated with the last thing left behind being small black whisps.
Shadow was able to catch his feet into a path of ash as opposed to falling to the inky depths below. He skidded to a halt, glaring at the darkness where the creature had come from.
'Well, they're coming from somewhere," he said. Talking to himself would keep him from going crazy. It would remind him of who he was. He was a cop that was going to be fighting back. He looked at his hands, remembering how warm that light had been. The light that he once soaked in and sought. The light he didn't want to lose and was reminded of despite the fact the city had become a gateway to hell in more ways.
The Ombres...
With Disparion rising, those Ombres would be hotspots. If he found one, he could get back to Bellerouge. Laugh in Disparion's face.
Yet the problem still remained.
He was still trapped.
Shadow glared ahead at the black void. He was not going to let the darkness win. It didn't matter how long he would be stuck down here. It could be weeks. It could be months. Hell, it could be years. One thing was pusling through him, and it wasn;t just the intense power he was holding back for so many years beneath protective rings now held by Yang and Sunshine. It was many many things.
But as he stared, a sudden dizziness overtook him. He caught himself and panted hard. His entire body was aching like he had been hit by a truck. The irony was he had been hit several times but he had always shaken them off. Now he could feel every strained muscle and how hard it was to breathe. His heart began to beat rapidly. His throat became dry. Black spots dotted his vision. He panted, letting the sudden dizziness subside.
"I used too much power..." he murmured in realization.
Fighting the monsters down here meant he had to rely on every source of his power. He had been warned of it being uncontrollable. He might have been able to stop himself after destroying the shadow. If he used his power all at once, it could very well destroy him. Now that he had nothing to hold him back, he had to be more careful in how much he could exert. It was all of his different parts acting as one, leaving him exhausted and tired and unsure what power to use. Did he manipulate like a Seelie or follow the smell of blood like a vampire. He couldn't distinguish.
With no map, no friends, and no idea how to escape, Shadow continued walking. He no longer confronted the strange shadows in combat. He let them go, unsure if they saw him or how they were getting through this supposed prison.
So this was where Disparion and his hoardes came from. No wonder he wanted to go to light so badly. This place was just...empty.
Shadow trudged through the ash. Sometimes he took on full speed, just to see how far he could go. He bounced from one rock to the other. Everything looked exactly the same. There were no red and black demons like he had seen up in Bellerouge. The whole place, it was nothing but shadows. Ha. Like his name. Hilarious. Not.
He sped and walked in intervals. The lights burned when he touched them, far worse than fire. They couldn't even be knocked askew.
He wasn't dead. But how? Wasn't he supposed to be? Would he drop down and land in the River Styx or whatever?
"Disparion!" Shadow shouted.
Nothing. There wasn't even a gruesome laugh or a blinking of his eye. He was completely alone in this strange void. A void with no beginning and no end it seemed. Shadow shook his head. He closed his eyes, almost willing for Maria's death to replay. Nothing. He just saw blackness. He reopened them again. Yep. He was still here. In this strange dark realm. He had only one option. Keep walking and keep running until he found some kind of clue.
_
Without a proper measure of time, Shadow had no idea how long he was down here. Everything was still exactly the same to him. The smell was still the same, the sights were the same. Even just talking out loud to himself was no replacement for actual noise.
But then, like some strange saving grace, there was something happening. The darkness shifted. Shadow readied his stance. With his inhibitor rings gone, nothing would hold him back. He could fight anything just to get to the surface. He stood his ground, narrowing his eyes.
"Come on!" he challenged them creep.
All he saw here just floating orbs of purple light where the eyes were supposed to be. The rest of the mass unfolded. It was black but there was no red. This wasn't a demon, but it wasn't anything human either. Shadow leapt for it, his black fur singing into an intense yellow light. The monster made a strange noise like a ghostly wail mixed with a wince as he made impact. Like a piece of cloth being ripped to shreds, the creature disintegrated with the last thing left behind being small black whisps.
Shadow was able to catch his feet into a path of ash as opposed to falling to the inky depths below. He skidded to a halt, glaring at the darkness where the creature had come from.
'Well, they're coming from somewhere," he said. Talking to himself would keep him from going crazy. It would remind him of who he was. He was a cop that was going to be fighting back. He looked at his hands, remembering how warm that light had been. The light that he once soaked in and sought. The light he didn't want to lose and was reminded of despite the fact the city had become a gateway to hell in more ways.
The Ombres...
With Disparion rising, those Ombres would be hotspots. If he found one, he could get back to Bellerouge. Laugh in Disparion's face.
Yet the problem still remained.
He was still trapped.
Shadow glared ahead at the black void. He was not going to let the darkness win. It didn't matter how long he would be stuck down here. It could be weeks. It could be months. Hell, it could be years. One thing was pusling through him, and it wasn;t just the intense power he was holding back for so many years beneath protective rings now held by Yang and Sunshine. It was many many things.
But as he stared, a sudden dizziness overtook him. He caught himself and panted hard. His entire body was aching like he had been hit by a truck. The irony was he had been hit several times but he had always shaken them off. Now he could feel every strained muscle and how hard it was to breathe. His heart began to beat rapidly. His throat became dry. Black spots dotted his vision. He panted, letting the sudden dizziness subside.
"I used too much power..." he murmured in realization.
Fighting the monsters down here meant he had to rely on every source of his power. He had been warned of it being uncontrollable. He might have been able to stop himself after destroying the shadow. If he used his power all at once, it could very well destroy him. Now that he had nothing to hold him back, he had to be more careful in how much he could exert. It was all of his different parts acting as one, leaving him exhausted and tired and unsure what power to use. Did he manipulate like a Seelie or follow the smell of blood like a vampire. He couldn't distinguish.
With no map, no friends, and no idea how to escape, Shadow continued walking. He no longer confronted the strange shadows in combat. He let them go, unsure if they saw him or how they were getting through this supposed prison.
