Mood: Amazing feeling
Within the world’s core Death Scythe stood with her cloak and black mask obscuring her face and body. She was at a small altar, how it formed was a mystery but everything was a mystery in that world. In her right hand held a long scythe with an ebony and crimson blade. Death Scythe seemed to be pondering something. Death Scythe was not a girl of many words, amongst her comrades she did not share their common interests. She was fighting against her will against a force she would rather side with than fight against. But for some reason she could not change sides. Something compelled her to stay with the forces of discord. Was it the promise for power? Was it to prove herself? Was it an insatiable urge to cause destruction? Maybe her subconscious didn’t even know what it was fighting for. But whenever she was called to the battlefield she could not refuse and ended up joining the fight against the children from the world of reality. It was a most curious case that she could not find the solution to. She was flabbergasted. While hoping to spend her time by herself one of her allies approached, Kokoro Belmont. Kokoro came from the supposed future. A vampire hunter her goal is to impress her father who gave up on fighting the creatures of the night and even changed her name to her ancestor’s family name. She was a young pretty girl with light brown hair small brown eyes with a tint of gold and tiny freckles that dotted the bridge of her nose and branched out to her cheeks. She had a whip strapped to her side, a family heirloom, a holy weapon that is able to kill any vampire.
“Auntie?” Kokoro asked, trying to be polite as possible.
“I am not your aunt, Kokoro.” Death Scythe shifted her head to the hunter.
“Oh yes, I forgot, you’re only seventeen now. It won’t be another eight years until you know of my existence.”
“So you come from ze real vorld, don’t you?” Death Scythe turned around, her voice showed a clear indication of an accent from Earth. “So you are like me, ja?” Death Scythe asked Kokoro and extended a hand which was covered in obsidian armor. She quickly withdrew her armored hand, finding it quite horrifying. “But how come I vill know of you?” Death Scythe asked.
“Because you are my aunt.”
“So my brother?”
“Yes, he is my father.”
“Is he still alive in your time?”
“Yes.”
“But I thought...” Death Scythe paused and gripped her weapon tightly. Kokoro looked at the ground.
“Somehow he was able to live past what the doctors said he would. Exactly five years more.”
“He probably had something to live for.” Death Scythe sighed.
“Yes.”
“Zat something is most definitely you, Kokoro.” Death Scythe said, and then patted Kokoro on her head and noticed how soft her hair was. She rubbed the hair lovingly like a mother. “I see that you inherited his hair’s texture. Very good, ja.” Death Scythe let go. She then took her mask and removed it revealing a smiling face. Kokoro was still frowning. “Vat is wrong child?” Death Scythe asked.
“Why are we fighting them, I’m almost as old as all of them, they are only kids just like me, so why do we have to fight them?”
“I don’t know my child but vat I know is zat zis war vill end soon.”
“And who will win.”
“Justice will win, it always does.”
“I believe in you.”
“Danke my niece.” Death Scythe started to hold her close to her, allowing Kokoro to feel her heart beat.
“And that’s why we’ll lose.”
“I know.”
“I’m scared.”
“So am I.”
“Thank you.”
“Any time.”
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