The trees sway in the light breeze.
Everything is a shade of purples, and blues. It’s peaceful and calm. The waves crash against the shore and it's… nice. Almost too nice.
Something is off about this kind of calm and peace. There’s something behind it. It’s fear. And hatred. Screaming and death.
I don't know where it's coming from. I search around. I look behind trees and around stones. I can't find anything. The closer I seem to get to it, the further away the tense state seems to move.
I call out to the feeling, to the sounds but my voice doesn't work. I try and try again but it just seems to be getting worse.
The screams get louder. They sound familiar, but I can’t tell who they are coming from. There are five distinct voices. There's a faint sixth one I don't recognize at all.
“Crimson.” A seventh voice echoes. It’s clearer than the others, speaking actual words.
“Crimson.” I spin around, searching for the owner of the voice. Everytime I turn towards the sound, the voice shifts.
“Crimson.” The voice hisses again. I spin around and there's no one there. The voice calls out again and there’s nothing. I want to scream in frustration. I want to tear out the owner of that voice’s throat. I want the voice to stop. Stop, stop, stop!
“Crimson.” The voice crackles. I spin around one last time and this time a figure is crouched down in the dirt.
I recognize this being. His feathered wings and skinny body. His eyes are ink black and a black halo hovers over his head. The halo has a crack in it and his mouth is lined with sharp teeth.
“Crimson.” The creature speaks. Something is off, I can tell. The creature looks strained, like it's being held back by something. Its body twitches and its fingers flex.
I watch the creature. The longer I watch, the more my mind turns to fuzz. The more I keep my eyes on the creature, the more the shades of the world shift into a deep blood red; crimson red.
My sight clouds over with a glitched filter before it dissipates and everything is black and red.
The voices of the yelling kids are gone.
The trees have lost all their leaves and the bark is black and brown. The ground is dark red like blood. The sky has shifted to a bright black with red fog. The sun -or moon- is gone.
The creature in front of me is still crouched low, its head cocked to the side and claws stretch out from its fingertips.
I low growl escapes its lips and the faint sounds of screaming return.
Run, run, run.
They tell me.
Run Crimson run!
I want to listen, to turn and flee but something holds me back.
Something wraps around me and it’s cold. Oh so cold.
The angel snarls softly at me, followed by a darker hiss that sounds more like a dying wolf's howl.
I manage to take a step back.
The creature crouches low like a predator hunting its prey, ready to pounce.
Before I can turn and run, the angel jumps at me, knocking me down to the ground.
My vision goes dark and my mind goes blank as my back hits the hard ground.
A voice speaks out through the darkness. It’s soft and pleading.
“Let me go.”
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This chapter is short, it did take me a bit to write though, mostly because I didn't know what to write, I had some writers block. But I figured it out, I hope you like it!
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