"Celia, sweetie!"
I jump up at my mother's voice, climbing out of my bed and scrambling out of my room.
"Yes, mommy?"
"Can you come over here?"
"Yeah!"
I run over to my parent's bedroom, opening the door.
"What is it?"
"We just wanted to show you something."
I walk over to my mom and dad, plopping down next my mom.
I peer at the letter in my mom's hand, a frown creasing my lips.
"What's this?"
"A letter from your school saying that you're not doing very well...is there something you need to tell us?"
I can't tell her about the night terrors, or Nameless.
They'll call me crazy!
I shake my head, trying to cover the sudden fear I'm feeling.
I always get this crawling feeling in my skin when she's coming.
"Honey, are you feeling okay?"
My eyes start to flicker, and my mom and dad look terrified.
"I-I'm not a—"
I stumble backwards and off the bed, standing on my shaking legs.
My hands start to tingle, and my heart rate picks up as the sense of pure terror comes back.
"I-I'm n-not a—"
Images flash in front of my closed eyes, and I squeeze them tighter shut, holding my hands over my eyes.
Something's dripping down my face...
When I open my eyes and look down at my hands, I let out a shrill scream.
Violet.
There's violet oozing from my eyes...
Female laughter fills my head, and I crumple to the floor in distress, blocking out my parents worried and scared cries.
"I'm not a m—"
But you are, my dear. Just that. My little monster.
"I'M NOT A MONSTER!!"
Violet and white bursts from my hands, knocking my parents and some of the furniture back a few feet.
I look down at my hands in fear, realizing I can't even move.
One arm has ribbons of white traveling up it to my hand, which is glowing.
The other arm has sparking purple, going to my fingertips and forming a ball of violet electricity.
I can't move.
I can't—
"H-hel—help—"
I don't hear my parents anymore.
They're silent.
Are they okay?
"M-Mom? D-Dad?"
The figure of a man appears in my vision, and it turns into some sort of ghost of a man.
He holds out his hand, and I look down at mine, which are still sparking.
I hesitantly place my hands in his, and he lifts me up off the ground, even though he's a spirit?
He cocks his head at me, then floating over to where I made a mess.
He peers over the bed and desk that I flipped, moving some of it.
He frowns, seemingly grabbing something and heaving it out.
My mom.
He does the same to the other figure.
My dad.
They don't look okay.
Oh no...
He looks down at his fading away hands, a somewhat angry look crossing his face.
He presses his hands against their wounds, and I watch in awe as they close up.
He then places his hands on their heads, and I watch a glowing white light go into it.
He uses his powers to fix up the bedroom, then floats back to me.
"Who are you?"
I ask, still looking at him wide eyed in wonderment.
He gives me a little half smirk, fading away into nothingness.
"Valor."
***************
(CELIA'S POV)
We all know what time it is.
It's time for battle.
A battle that we're going to win.
Isn't that right, X?
Very.
*************
(X'S POV)
Do you really think I'm on Celia's side?
You think I'm not taking sides with my own sister?
My father?
Silly, silly, mortals.
You never understand the art of deception, do you?
I'm guessing you don't.
This is all part of our master plan...a plan far to complicated for your teeny brains to handle.
See you soon, world.
*************
(NAMELESS'S POV)
I lift my gun in the air, firing four shots.
"Who's ready to battle?!"
_______________
We all get our weapons out, our powers out, and watch as Celia gets hers.
It's like nine against one. In what world does she think she's going to beat me?
We all charge each other, fighting like madmen.
Celia's eyes start to glow yellow, and I stop for a moment.
Deia?
I shake my head, throwing an orb of bright white electricity at her face, watching as it sizzles a mark in her skin.
Funny.
A yellow mist incarnates next to her, becoming no other than my older sister Deia.
Deia's eyes catch mine, and she smirks, blowing off a yellow flame from her fingertips.
Speaking of fire...where the fuck is Acheron?
*************
(ACHERON'S POV)
Yes...I'm hiding.
I had to get myself back to normal...I trapped Astaroth in my mind for the time being.
He is getting in my way, and besides, in what world did you think I was taking Nameless's side?!
I may not be morally correct in the head, but I have enough morals to know siding with Nameless is the dumbest shit.
I see Celia out there, all alone, and I just want to help her, but I know now's not the time.
And I know X is using her...I know X is on her sister's side.
Why wouldn't she be?
Celia is too naive...just like Aspen.
But for Aspen?
I'm 100% sure it's because Aspen likes her...
But I could be wrong.
This isn't supposed to be this way...what has it come to?
My camp has turned into a literal battlefield.
What are they even fighting for?
"The place on the throne."
I look behind me, seeing his glistening green eyes behind me.
"Jaron...what do you want? Why are you here?"
"I'm the one who asks questions here, son."
He pulls out a gun that kills people like me in seconds.
"You don't answer? I'll kill you. It'll be one less person in my way."
I look at the gun, then him, then the gun.
"Shoot."
He smirks, and I just frown.
"Great decision, son. And I thought you were stupid. Number one, what powers do Celia carry?"
"Electricity, mind control, and teleportation."
"Fun...how powerful is she? On a scale of one to ten."
"Nine."
"Even better. Now...is she on Nameless's side?"
"Definitely not. She's the only one there fighting against everyone else. She's sure to die. That's why I'm here. To save her when the time's right."
"Like a knight in shining armor. How romantic. Last one. What does it take to kill her?"
My eyes expand a little, and I turn my head to look at her, realizing I truly don't know the answer.
Or maybe I do?
"Time is ticking, Acheron."
"I'm not sure."
"Great answer. Anyways, I think I know the solution."
I make a face.
"What is it?"
He grabs me surprisingly easily, considering I'm heavy as hell and I'm 6'5, and lifts me up to look at him.
"I think the solution is you, Acheron. Which means you and your fiery powers will be of use to me today."
"Me?"
"Yes."
He lifts up his scepter, making me stare into its crystals.
It starts to glow, and I know it's meant to hypnotize me.
My eyes swirl a pinkish color, and he drops me onto my feet.
"Good. Who are you ready to destroy, Acheron?"
I snap my head towards him, fighting myself inside. But I can't fight it anymore. His spell weakened me to a point that the only thing I can do is obey him.
I have to figure out how to stop this...
"Celia Lucy Mae."
*************
(CELIA'S POV)
It's far into the battle, X fighting by my side.
We've taken down Eliana, and Aquamarine.
Aspen is nowhere to be found, and Gale keeps flying into the air to dodge my attacks.
Now I wish I had wind powers so I could fly.
I have no clue where Acheron is, or Draven, especially not Draven because he sneak attacks me every five minutes.
He can kinda become the shadows, which makes it extremely hard to see him considering it's pitch black outside at the moment.
Everyone pauses when we hear footsteps, two sets of them.
I see blazing green eyes, and very out of it orange ones.
Orange eyes?
Acheron?
But since they blend in with the shadows, I can't see who they are.
Someone grabs me from behind, pulling me against their hard chest.
Their arm is secured tightly around my throat, which I grab at to try and get loose.
"D-Draven—please! I can't breathe!"
"That's the point, sweetheart."
"I-I thought you were on my side!"
He lets go if me for a second, and I gasp for air.
Appearing in front of me, Draven rolls his blue eyes.
"I'm a death spirit. I'm the Grim Reaper. What part of you thinks I wouldn't side with Nameless? My loyalty lays within the shadows, hon."
My eyes flicker with rage, but he simply tosses an orb of black at me, watching as it paralyzes me in place.
The man with the bright green eyes brings himself and the other person over, and I hear a slow clapping sound.
"Good job, Draven. Good job. And I can't believe I thought you would betray me and take the mortals side! Just like your little brother."
Draven's eyes widen a little, and he turns around, seeing his brother awfully weak with something dripping down his stomach.
Black stuff dripping down his stomach.
"Wait...what did you do to him?"
"I thought you didn't care about your brother?"
"Of course I care about my brother...he's my brother! The only person left of my entire family!"
He grabs Acheron's shoulders, lifting him up a little to look into his eyes.
"Hey, what happened to you?"
"I-I wouldn't agree to h-help him...he put a weakening spell on me."
His eyes flicker between orange and hazel, and as I'm frozen in place, in fear and from the spell, I realize his demon is feeling the pain as well.
How can I possibly help him?!
"Jaron, take the spell off him now!"
"Now, now, if you kill the girl I will gladly let him go."
He looks at me, then at Jaron.
"I thought you wanted to kill her?"
"That is very true. Just knock her out and carry her to my lair, will ya? And, don't forget to make sure wind boy and my daughters come with. I would love to see their reactions as well."
Draven nods, and Acheron is practically dragged away from us.
His weak and dreary eyes meet mine, and I frown at the pain that radiates off of him.
I'm sorry.
He mouths, and I shake my head.
No, I'm sorry.
He gets pulled away, and Draven looks at me.
"This might hurt a little, sweetheart."
"What?!"
He throws a punch at my head, and I fall unconscious as I feel myself get picked up, being brought away to who knows where.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I won't be doing the killing."
Sweetheart?
I think I recognize that nickname...from that voice...
*****************
"Mommy! I'm going to go for a walk in the woods!"
"Okay, sweetie! Please be careful!"
"I will! Bye bye!"
"Bye, hon."
I skip out the back door, walking towards the large forest behind my house.
I haven't been here for a walk in like forever.
It's nice to get some fresh air every now and then...right?
As I walk through the trees, it seems to get darker and darker the further I walk.
Maybe I should go back...
I turn behind me, realizing I'm completely surrounded by trees and I don't know where I am.
Oh no...
I continue walking, stopping when I hear a rustle.
"W-Who's there?"
No answer.
Just what I thought.
Freaked out, I start to run, not watching where I'm going and tripping over a large branch.
I let out a yelp of pain, looking down at my leg which is now profusely bleeding from the fall.
I try to stand up, realizing I probably sprained my ankle.
I scooch across the forest floor, resting my head on a rock and letting the tears of pain escape my eyes.
Oh how my leg is in so much agony!
My sobs wrack my little body, as I hear the rustling get closer.
A black fox comes out from the trees, and my eyes widen.
"Eek! I'm going to be fox food!"
The fox stops in its tracks, looking at me with a somewhat strange look.
It walks towards me, sniffing my cheek.
My eyes soften, and a big smile spreads across my face as I grab the fox in a hug, squeezing it.
"Foxy friend! I fell and hurt my leg..."
My "foxy friend" wasn't really a fox, because it literally incarnated into a man.
A really, really, tall man.
He brushes himself off with a disgusted look.
"Not a foxy friend. Whatever the fuck that is."
"You said a bad word!"
"So what, little girl? I'll do it again!"
"You wouldn't."
"Dipshit."
Tears fall down my cheeks, and I start wailing.
"Will you stop crying? I can't take it."
"What happened to the fox?! You were just a fox?!"
"I was...but I'm not anymore. I couldn't take you hugging me. That's just weird."
"You're very cool looking, sir."
"Cool looking? What part of me is cool?"
"I like your eyes, they're very blue."
"Okay...?"
"Why are you in the forest? I didn't know foxes lived in forests."
"I live in hell, child. Not in the forest. What're you doing here?"
"I was on a walk and I got lost. Can you help me find my parents?"
"Your parents are going to think I'm a pedophile."
"What's that?"
"Never mind. Come with me."
I point at my leg, and he looks down at it.
"Right."
He covers one of his hands with the other, but I can clearly see the black orb in his hand.
"Why do you have a black orb?! Are you a wizard?"
"You can see that?"
"Very clearly."
He frowns for a second, then crouches down, tossing the little orb at my leg and watching as it heals.
"Sir...are you a wizard?"
"What the fuck? No."
I get up, and he motions for me to follow him.
"Come with me. I'll bring you back to your house...it's getting late."
"Where are you going to go?"
"Back to where I live."
"Okay!"
I skip along side him, and he glares at me from the corner of his eye.
"Will you quit doing that?"
"But—"
"No."
"Fine. Party pooper."
We reach the clearing, and he turns back towards the forest when I grab his shirt.
"Hey! I want you to meet my parents! I'll tell them I made friends with a fox that turned into a giant!"
"I don't think I should meet your parents...they wouldn't like me very much."
"Fine! I'm sad now."
I frown at him, making my best puppy dog eyes.
"That's not going to work on me, sweetheart."
My lips turn downward, and I grip harder onto the bottom of his shirt.
"Then can you tell me your name?"
"Draven."
"Dracula?"
"Draven."
I shrug.
"Kk! Bye bye, Draven!"
I wave, skipping back to my house and walking through the back door, waving enthusiastically.
A half smirk marks its spot on his face, and he gives me a half wave in return before—
Hold up.
He just disappeared!
"Sweetie, where have you been?! It's been two hours!"
"Hi, mommy! I made a new friend!"
My mom looks extremely nervous, looking out the window before locking the back door.
"Who, sweetie?"
"He told me his name was Draven! What a nice guy!"
Her eyes widen a little, and she pats my head.
"I know you're friends with him, sweetie, but don't talk to him anymore."
"Why not?"
"He's dangerous."
***************
I wake up, my head pounding.
I'm in a dark space, but I feel warm arms holding me up.
I blink, looking up.
Hazel.
"Acheron?"
He nods, smiling down at me.
"I'll get us out of here, okay?"
"Where?! Where are we?!"
"Hell. In Jaron's lair."
"What're we doing here?"
"He's going to kill you. I can't let that happen. We'll be okay. I'll get us out of here alive."
I nod quickly.
"You just have to—"
I hear the sickening sound of stabbing, and I feel blood fall onto my hands.
Am I, bleeding?
That immediately goes out of the picture when I hear a male yell of pain, and my eyes snap to Acheron.
No...
He falls forward, bleeding out onto the floor.
Familiar male snickering fills my ears, and my eyes snap over to his.
No, no, no.
"He really thought he could save you? And to think we were going to let him out alive."
"J-Jaron?!"
"Hello, Celia. Missed me?"
He pulls the knife from Acheron's stomach, throwing it to the side.
I hold onto him, shaking him once.
"Hey, Acheron?! Listen to me?! You're going to be okay?"
"Aren't you garrulous? Earlier today you weren't. Now that your boyfriend is dead, you want to speak up? This is hilarious."
He stands up to his full height, towering over me.
"No...but you said—"
"You really thought I wasn't going to kill him anyways? What's his brother going to do about it? Nothing! Because he's gone too."
"What do you mean he's gone?!"
"I just sentenced him to the underworld...he can't escape! It's just me, you, and my new favorite daughter."
Female sniggering fills my ears, and I see Nameless round the corner.
"We have a deal for you, dearie. You can beat us? Well let you go. We beat you? And you die? You stay with us in hell forever."
"But—"
"I change my mind. It's not a deal. We're forcing you to."
I get yanked off the floor, and they back up a few steps.
"Please, don't come any closer!"
"Or what?"
"I don't want to hurt anybody...please..."
My hands tingle, and my eyes flicker.
Not again, not again.
"I-I'm not a—"
Fear fills me to the core, as thoughts spread like wildfire through my mind.
"Not a what?"
Nameless asks, tauntingly.
"I'M NOT A MONSTER!"
Violet bursts from my hands, slamming into Jaron and throwing him across the room into a wall.
My hands dim down, and I look at them shaking and glowing.
"Dad!"
He doesn't answer, and Nameless turns back to me.
"You little bitch. Better run or I'm going to kill you."
My eyes widen with fear, as Nameless charges at me full speed, knocking me off my feet and into a glass table.
I shatters from my weight, nailing shards and shards of glass into my skin with excruciating pain.
I let out a yell of agony, and Nameless straddles me, knife in hand.
She raises it above my chest, bringing it down with a blunt force that sends a shoot of pain throughout my entire body.
I can't scream anymore.
I can't feel anymore.
I see a figure come up from behind Nameless, looking at me in fear with shaking hands.
"Oh no..."
Aspen.
*************
(ASPEN'S POV)
I am watching someone die.
This isn't me.
I don't know how to stop it.
With death...with death you can't undo it.
Maybe I didn't make the right choice.
I'm sorry, Celia.
***********
(CELIA'S POV)
Nameless pulls the knife from my chest, licking the blood off with her pierced tongue.
As I feel the life slowly trickling out of me, I hear her laughter.
Then I see her face in front of mine.
"One last thing before you die—"
She stands up, dropping the knife next to me.
"Thank you for being my host, Celia. See you in hell!"
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The End.