Thought

Chapter Thirty Three

Word Count: 1665

¬Luella

I raise my hand, staring down at it.

I've been in another immortals head before, but this time, it's different, I can feel it. Instead of being able to see into his memories, I am in Revel's consciousness, able to control his body. Awkwardly, I move his limbs around under my control, feeling the strangeness, but also the power. Revel is a Sin, with power that is different to mine. I can feel is streaking through my veins.

Shaking myself off, I think, staring at my own body, which just stares back at me, void of consciousness. I can use this to my advantage for as long as I can, maybe even go speak to Death and find out her intentions without having to get into her mind.

I just have to do something with my body first.

Stepping forward, I lean down to awkwardly grapple with my own body, trying not to think too deeply into how strange this situation is.

Leaving my body in the room I came from, right atop the bed, I consider my next move. I don't know how long being in Revel's body will last, so I need to make the most of it. I'm going to go to Death, and hope she doesn't notice too much of a difference in Revel.

I find her by wandering endlessly through her home, admiring it as I walk. She has great taste, with her light and airy home, when I expected darkness and death to follow her in her daily life. She sits within a dining room, which I accidentally stumble into, breath flowing from this body at the sight of her, at the fear she elicits.

"Death," I say breathlessly, hardly thinking before I talk. She looks up from a book she was reading, frowning at the sight of me.

I'm just assuming from what Revel has told me that she likes him.

"Well, where is she?" Death questions, leaning backward in her chair. My throat goes dry, as I realise that she is talking about me, who should be in my real body. I could have gotten into Death's head instead, but I feel as though I can get more out of Revel.

"Still sleeping," I reply, surprised at the strange voice that comes from my mouth.

"I'm getting anxious waiting," Death admits, seeming none the wiser. She motions for me to come sit in the seat opposite her at the dining table, which I do so wordlessly. One step out of line, and she could realise that something is wrong with Revel. "You best be by my side when she wakes. I don't need her using her powers or anything."

"Do you know what they may be, yet?" I ask, curious myself to see how much knowledge these immortals have on me and what I can do.

"We've been through this before, Revel," Death mutters, rolling those strange grey eyes at me. My heartbeat falters, convinced I've just given myself up, and Death is going to have me killed. "No, we don't know what she is capable of."

"I just asked because you got to talk to her earlier," I say, hoping Revel knew this information. Death tilts her head, thankfully not looking too suspicious of me.

"She's weak, not intimidating at all. If she has power, she doesn't know it, so I suppose we don't have much to worry about," Death says dismissively, glancing back down at her book. I can't help but frown, not expecting to be called weak, after everything I've achieved with Thoughts magic that has been passed upon me. In some ways, mine is stronger.

I can't help myself. "She's not weak."

Death looks up from her book, narrowing her eyes.

"Is that right?"

"I mean, we shouldn't underestimate her," I say quickly, trying to recover myself. "What did Thought say?"

I'm curious about why Thought decided he could trust Death, and how much information he passed on to her. I want to be angry at him for bringing me here without me wanting it, and now, I may have walked straight into a trap. But I can't. I'm strong enough now to deal with them myself.