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‘A savior, you thought you were one. But you were merely a broken boy, wounded and crushed,’ a deep, unfamiliar voice thundered inside Shinku’s head as he desperately tried to search for the presence of Rogue. He flinched, trying to resist the influence of whatever presence was trying to take over his mind.
‘Yet you’re still trying to fight. What a pity. Just give it up boy. You need power right? Be my pawn and you can have whatever you want!,’ the thunderous voice continued, sinister yet tempting. The promise of power was anything but a light topic for the assassin of shadows who had always been hungry for it. ‘You will have power even beyond your wildest imagination! And you will never be the pathetic savior who can save no one!,’ the voice exclaimed, almost tempting Shinku with its insult.
“Not…like…this. I will…never…be…someone’s…pawn,” Shinku gasped, his steps merely driven by his strong will to reunite with his remaining ally. He couldn’t sense Rogue anywhere but he knew that the safehouse was definitely somewhere around the place as he remembered tracking it with his electronic tablet. His vision was caught between reality and the dark corruption of the unmaking.
‘Hahaha. You fool. Should I remind you that at this point, I’m your only shot at survival? Be my pawn, or die like a wasted fool. What will it be, boy? Or should I say, savior?,’ the voice tempted, prying for the last piece of Shinku’s sanity. From a distance, the faint whistling sound of a locomotive served as the only distraction, the assassin had from the thunderous voice’s torture.
“No…I..will…not…I…must not give in!,” Shinku retorted. From behind him, the whistling sound grew louder each second, as the earth started to tremble under him.
‘I gave you a choice and yet you chose destruction. Very well. I’ll grant you your wish. So long broken savior,’ the voice threatened before abruptly fading out. The whistle however, grew even louder causing Shinku to barely turn around with the little strength that he had. As he turned, all he could see was a very bright light before his vision was fully consumed by darkness.
“You’re back,” a familiar voice hissed, pulling out Shinku’s consciousness. As he opened his eyes, he was met with total darkness. Yet, it was not darkness.
“So how’s your little trip, shadow weaver,” the voice of Orochi finally registered at Shinku’s head, causing him to turn around and meet the shadow demon.
“I’m dead, am I not?,” Shinku sighed, his wistful visage complimenting the shadows around him.
“No, you’re not. But you aren’t alive either. At least not yet,” Orochi hissed, as he slithered near the assassin of shadows. “By the way I’ve found the location of the next stone.”
“Where is it?,” Shinku asked, his mournful face suddenly contorting to a sharp visage.
Orochi grinned, upon seeing Shinku’s sudden interest. He remained silent for a while, as he moved around the assassin of shadows, amused at his vessel’s reaction.
“You’ve changed a lot in your mere five days of absence. I wonder, are you…”
“Just tell me where it is,” Shinku retorted, his voice as sharp as lightning.
“Very well. It’s in Opealon, hidden in a cave at the bed of its northern sea,” Orochi disclosed, as he stopped moving just behind Shinku.
“How did you know?,” Shinku pried almost immediately, his tone lathered with impatience and doubt.
“It’s inside your friend’s memories.”
“Did you mean Jack?”
“Yes, and he knows exactly how to get there,” the shadow demon stated, moving once again in front of Shinku. “But you should be warned. The pirates are still after you, and everywhere in the seas of Opealon are their turf. You can trust Jack, but I doubt he’d be of much help against them,” he continued, hissing near the shadow assassin’s ear.
“Then make me stronger so I can deal with them!” Shinku snapped, his eyes sharply meeting with the shadow demon’s glance. Flashes of Christine and Chara’s death crept into his mind, torturing him with his insecurity of uselessness. His fist unconsciously clenched beside him, his whole body stiffening up with pure disgust - for himself.
Orochi backed off and then grinned. “That’s what I’ve been doing up until now. Wasn’t I?,” he hissed, as he slithered away from the assassin of shadows. “And I’d say you’re doing quite well. Just stick with me and you’ll have the power that you want.”
Shinku flinched, as the voice that previously tempted him with power played inside his head. ‘...power even beyond your wildest imagination…’ The voice echoed, inside his mind in a torturing manner. He remembered the disgusting feeling of someone trying to take over his own sanity.
His doubts at the shadow demon’s intentions were rekindled and yet, he couldn’t deny that his offer of power was somehow more tempting than the tyrant who almost made him lose himself. But what could be his assurance that the shadow demon wasn’t plotting the same?
‘You almost lost your mind back then. I see,’ Orochi suddenly barged in, his voice now projected directly inside his mind. ‘And you were thinking that I would do the same?,’ he continued, his wide grin mocking at Shinku from afar.
“Are you?,” Shinku probed, his eyes pinned on the shadow demon’s.
‘Maybe. But what are you going to do about it?,’ Orochi challenged, as his throne formed beneath him.
Shinku’s lips were sealed for a moment, a plethora of painful memories rushing inside his mind. A savior, or rather a pathetic one. Did he just resist the unmaking’s corruption just to surrender himself to his own shadow demon control?
“Oh come on! You’ve got nothing to worry about. Besides, you and I have gone this far. Do you still doubt my intentions?,” Orochi hissed, his voice once again thrown from his own lips, in an attempt to dismiss Shinku's doubts.
“Of course I still do. But for now, let’s get to that next stone. And how do I get out of here?,” Shinku probed, realizing that he is between life and death itself.
Before Orochi could respond however, the darkness around him suddenly swirled into a black twister, banishing the shadow demon himself. Then, a flash of emerald light blinded Shinku before fading back into total darkness.
He gasped, as he jerked up from what felt like a soft bed.
“Ye’ son of a biscuit eater! I knew I shud ‘ave been the one that joined that tournament!,” Shinku’s vision was still a bit hazy, but he couldn’t deny Jack’s voice that came to meet him.
And just like that, he knew that he’s back to reality - wherever it was.
‘Yet you’re still trying to fight. What a pity. Just give it up boy. You need power right? Be my pawn and you can have whatever you want!,’ the thunderous voice continued, sinister yet tempting. The promise of power was anything but a light topic for the assassin of shadows who had always been hungry for it. ‘You will have power even beyond your wildest imagination! And you will never be the pathetic savior who can save no one!,’ the voice exclaimed, almost tempting Shinku with its insult.
“Not…like…this. I will…never…be…someone’s…pawn,” Shinku gasped, his steps merely driven by his strong will to reunite with his remaining ally. He couldn’t sense Rogue anywhere but he knew that the safehouse was definitely somewhere around the place as he remembered tracking it with his electronic tablet. His vision was caught between reality and the dark corruption of the unmaking.
‘Hahaha. You fool. Should I remind you that at this point, I’m your only shot at survival? Be my pawn, or die like a wasted fool. What will it be, boy? Or should I say, savior?,’ the voice tempted, prying for the last piece of Shinku’s sanity. From a distance, the faint whistling sound of a locomotive served as the only distraction, the assassin had from the thunderous voice’s torture.
“No…I..will…not…I…must not give in!,” Shinku retorted. From behind him, the whistling sound grew louder each second, as the earth started to tremble under him.
‘I gave you a choice and yet you chose destruction. Very well. I’ll grant you your wish. So long broken savior,’ the voice threatened before abruptly fading out. The whistle however, grew even louder causing Shinku to barely turn around with the little strength that he had. As he turned, all he could see was a very bright light before his vision was fully consumed by darkness.
“You’re back,” a familiar voice hissed, pulling out Shinku’s consciousness. As he opened his eyes, he was met with total darkness. Yet, it was not darkness.
“So how’s your little trip, shadow weaver,” the voice of Orochi finally registered at Shinku’s head, causing him to turn around and meet the shadow demon.
“I’m dead, am I not?,” Shinku sighed, his wistful visage complimenting the shadows around him.
“No, you’re not. But you aren’t alive either. At least not yet,” Orochi hissed, as he slithered near the assassin of shadows. “By the way I’ve found the location of the next stone.”
“Where is it?,” Shinku asked, his mournful face suddenly contorting to a sharp visage.
Orochi grinned, upon seeing Shinku’s sudden interest. He remained silent for a while, as he moved around the assassin of shadows, amused at his vessel’s reaction.
“You’ve changed a lot in your mere five days of absence. I wonder, are you…”
“Just tell me where it is,” Shinku retorted, his voice as sharp as lightning.
“Very well. It’s in Opealon, hidden in a cave at the bed of its northern sea,” Orochi disclosed, as he stopped moving just behind Shinku.
“How did you know?,” Shinku pried almost immediately, his tone lathered with impatience and doubt.
“It’s inside your friend’s memories.”
“Did you mean Jack?”
“Yes, and he knows exactly how to get there,” the shadow demon stated, moving once again in front of Shinku. “But you should be warned. The pirates are still after you, and everywhere in the seas of Opealon are their turf. You can trust Jack, but I doubt he’d be of much help against them,” he continued, hissing near the shadow assassin’s ear.
“Then make me stronger so I can deal with them!” Shinku snapped, his eyes sharply meeting with the shadow demon’s glance. Flashes of Christine and Chara’s death crept into his mind, torturing him with his insecurity of uselessness. His fist unconsciously clenched beside him, his whole body stiffening up with pure disgust - for himself.
Orochi backed off and then grinned. “That’s what I’ve been doing up until now. Wasn’t I?,” he hissed, as he slithered away from the assassin of shadows. “And I’d say you’re doing quite well. Just stick with me and you’ll have the power that you want.”
Shinku flinched, as the voice that previously tempted him with power played inside his head. ‘...power even beyond your wildest imagination…’ The voice echoed, inside his mind in a torturing manner. He remembered the disgusting feeling of someone trying to take over his own sanity.
His doubts at the shadow demon’s intentions were rekindled and yet, he couldn’t deny that his offer of power was somehow more tempting than the tyrant who almost made him lose himself. But what could be his assurance that the shadow demon wasn’t plotting the same?
‘You almost lost your mind back then. I see,’ Orochi suddenly barged in, his voice now projected directly inside his mind. ‘And you were thinking that I would do the same?,’ he continued, his wide grin mocking at Shinku from afar.
“Are you?,” Shinku probed, his eyes pinned on the shadow demon’s.
‘Maybe. But what are you going to do about it?,’ Orochi challenged, as his throne formed beneath him.
Shinku’s lips were sealed for a moment, a plethora of painful memories rushing inside his mind. A savior, or rather a pathetic one. Did he just resist the unmaking’s corruption just to surrender himself to his own shadow demon control?
“Oh come on! You’ve got nothing to worry about. Besides, you and I have gone this far. Do you still doubt my intentions?,” Orochi hissed, his voice once again thrown from his own lips, in an attempt to dismiss Shinku's doubts.
“Of course I still do. But for now, let’s get to that next stone. And how do I get out of here?,” Shinku probed, realizing that he is between life and death itself.
Before Orochi could respond however, the darkness around him suddenly swirled into a black twister, banishing the shadow demon himself. Then, a flash of emerald light blinded Shinku before fading back into total darkness.
He gasped, as he jerked up from what felt like a soft bed.
“Ye’ son of a biscuit eater! I knew I shud ‘ave been the one that joined that tournament!,” Shinku’s vision was still a bit hazy, but he couldn’t deny Jack’s voice that came to meet him.
And just like that, he knew that he’s back to reality - wherever it was.
Ankh of Osiris used for instant revive
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