Anthony Carson is a rather mundane fiction writer whose only goal is to create an arguably good masterpiece - even if it means getting exploited by his predatory agent. But when fate led him to Aegir - an eccentric cat-man - a fictitious reality aw...
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”The more heavy an emotion is—the more it'll refuse to be buried in the ground or stay dead; it'll haunt until its lips were already sated, with no more words to tell. ”
AEGIR COULDN'T BREATHE. He was holding his hand tightly on his chest. It was no more than ago when Anthony followed Alucard's teaching and it also wasn't that long when they witnessed how his body glowed—first white; until it morphed into the lighter shade of purple. A burst of light spread from Anthony through the surroundings; until it stopped to the corpses, entering through their bodies. The bodies also gleamed, a rather disoriented ray of lights: purple, green, and white. The place became too eerily quiet, only their own breathing could be heard and the occasional sobs they couldn't find where they originated.
But the most bizarre of all that's happening is the heavy feelings they're experiencing. Countless of emotions all at once: rage, sadness, dread and desperation. As if the emotions of the dead had resonated with them and turned into a cry.
Artemisia, who was standing by the corner; find herself tearing up. Memories of her countless losses flooded her mind. The kind of losses that makes you question, ”Why me of all the people? ”
As she placed her gaze to the corpses, as if a mirage settled there; an illusion was created. One dead body; someone very familiar and dear to her. She was cradling them; their cold hand on her face; her tears uncontrollable; giving the unresponsive hand a desperate kiss.
Alucard, the Fenrir; just stood there not saying anything but his teeth gritted. The color of blood rushed on his pale face—as if it's being painted by... anger.
Perhaps out of all the emotions gathered in the place—it's the most he resonated with. Anger and self loathing for being weak.
A chorus of sobs could be heard emanating from the place. Soon, the sobs turned to collective whispers each only has one word to tell, “HELP. ”
