I don't know why, but those things just called me darling, what does it want? And what does it mean by darling? Ugh, no time to explain or explanations... Like always...
The Thing: "C̷̫̏e̴̞͛l̸͓͒ḙ̸́r̶̩̅i̴͓̋t̴̩́a̴͉̍s̸̲̍.̶̗͐.̵͌ͅ.̵͎̓ D̵̺͠o̶̧͝e̷̫̽s̴̭͠n̵̬̈́'̵̥̕t̵̻͑.̶̢͂.̶̗̅.̴͕͗ R̸͙͆ḙ̴̐m̸̤̅ẹ̸̈́m̵̫̏b̷̥̓e̸̠̾r̸̻̍.̷͍̄.̴̺̅.̸̣̕ A̸̟͆b̷͕̕ȏ̴̟u̵͉̎t̷͔̉.̴̖̉.̴̡͝.̶̫̋ M̸̲͆ȩ̴̀.̷̝͐.̴̗̊.̴̻͑?̶̜̍"
It had a feminine-ish voice, so I assume it is a girl... But even then, who is her? Damn it! Notitia keeps sending me to run but I can't right now, I predict that I will enter a fight with whatever is this thing is... But... Can I even fight this thing? Just thinking of fighting it shivers me to the very core
The Thing: "C̷̫̏e̴̞͛l̸͓͒ḙ̸́r̶̩̅i̴͓̋t̴̩́a̴͉̍s̸̲̍.̶̗͐.̵͌ͅ.̵͎̓ D̶̬̽o̵̭̓.̶̨͌.̵̲̓.̷̻͊ Ỳ̴͙ȍ̶̱ṵ̸̚.̴̨͘.̷͎̎.̶̯̈ S̶͓̈́t̴̝̕i̵̦͐l̴͙̈l̶̢̄.̴͕̇.̶̭̒.̸̯̿ L̸̻̒o̶͚͝v̷̮͐e̷̛̝.̴̖̇.̷͙̓.̴̪͠ M̶̻̍ȅ̶ͅ.̷͙̿.̶̰̚.̸̝͋?̶̗̓"
What... What type of question is that... And why can't I answer it? I feel as if I can't move, talk, is this her power? Paralysis?
The Thing: "D̸͓̿o̷̦͒.̶͈̑.̴͕̇.̴̖̚ ̶̹͋Y̶͖̅ò̶͇u̷̯͌.̴͍̑.̶͎̿.̴̞͋ ̷͓̄Ŝ̵̼t̴͔̚i̷͍͗l̸̘̅l̸̹̋.̷̄ͅ.̴̱͑.̵̰̎ ̵̳̑Ĺ̴̜o̵̝̽v̸͕͑ë̵͙.̷̲͂.̸̲͋.̶̲͒ ̴͖͒M̷̲̄e̴͚͝.̴̝̎.̴̹̋.̴́͜ ̶̳͊D̶͓́ã̷͓r̶̭̾l̴̨̛i̶̤͑n̶̋͜g̸̲̈.̵̣͐.̷͈͗.̸̠͠?̷̱͊"
Love her? Did I had some kind of relationship with her?
The Thing: "D̶̝̀o̷̝̕ ̴͔̑y̸̪͋o̴̹͂ų̸̕ ̵̦͊s̵̱̿t̵̰̿i̷̲͗l̸͖̅l̷̈́͜ ̵̡͑l̷͖͆o̶̫̔v̴͔̈ê̷͕ ̶̱̂m̵̻̉e̷̺͂?̷͕̀"
Damn it! I can't talk, no matter what I try or do, the words just won't go out of my mouth, and she looks like she getting more impatient too
The Thing: "D̶̝̀o̷̝̕ ̴͔̑y̸̪͋o̴̹͂ų̸̕ ̵̦͊s̵̱̿t̵̰̿i̷̲͗l̸͖̅l̷̈́͜ ̵̡͑l̷͖͆o̶̫̔v̴͔̈ê̷͕ ̶̱̂m̵̻̉e̷̺͂?̷͕̀ D̶̝̀o̷̝̕ ̴͔̑y̸̪͋o̴̹͂ų̸̕ ̵̦͊s̵̱̿t̵̰̿i̷̲͗l̸͖̅l̷̈́͜ ̵̡͑l̷͖͆o̶̫̔v̴͔̈ê̷͕ ̶̱̂m̵̻̉e̷̺͂?̷͕̀ D̶̝̀o̷̝̕ ̴͔̑y̸̪͋o̴̹͂ų̸̕ ̵̦͊s̵̱̿t̵̰̿i̷̲͗l̸͖̅l̷̈́͜ ̵̡͑l̷͖͆o̶̫̔v̴͔̈ê̷͕ ̶̱̂m̵̻̉e̷̺͂?̷͕̀ D̶̝̀o̷̝̕ ̴͔̑y̸̪͋o̴̹͂ų̸̕ ̵̦͊s̵̱̿t̵̰̿i̷̲͗l̸͖̅l̷̈́͜ ̵̡͑l̷͖͆o̶̫̔v̴͔̈ê̷͕ ̶̱̂m̵̻̉e̷̺͂?̷͕̀ D̶̝̀o̷̝̕ ̴͔̑y̸̪͋o̴̹͂ų̸̕ ̵̦͊s̵̱̿t̵̰̿i̷̲͗l̸͖̅l̷̈́͜ ̵̡͑l̷͖͆o̶̫̔v̴͔̈ê̷͕ ̶̱̂m̵̻̉e̷̺͂?̷͕̀..."
No good, she's getting way more impatient than before, I need to do something... Maybe if I can use my speed to help with my brain... If I use my speed to accelerate the brain signals... That might work! But I need to go fast, she's getting closer to me and I don't think she wants a hug
The Thing: D̶͖̒o̶͊͜y̸̨̎o̸̩̽u̴͙̽ś̴͙ṭ̶͝i̸͚̓l̷̞͝ḷ̸̊l̴͔̓o̵͔̽v̴̱̌ë̶͎́m̵͍̏e̶̡͗?̴̻̈D̶͖̒o̶͊͜y̸̨̎o̸̩̽u̴͙̽ś̴͙ṭ̶͝i̸͚̓l̷̞͝ḷ̸̊l̴͔̓o̵͔̽v̴̱̌ë̶͎́m̵͍̏e̶̡͗?̴̻̈D̶͖̒o̶͊͜y̸̨̎o̸̩̽u̴͙̽ś̴͙ṭ̶͝i̸͚̓l̷̞͝ḷ̸̊l̴͔̓o̵͔̽v̴̱̌ë̶͎́m̵͍̏e̶̡͗?̴̻̈D̶͖̒o̶͊͜y̸̨̎o̸̩̽u̴͙̽ś̴͙ṭ̶͝i̸͚̓l̷̞͝ḷ̸̊l̴͔̓o̵͔̽v̴̱̌ë̶͎́m̵͍̏e̶̡͗?̴̻̈D̶͖̒o̶͊͜y̸̨̎o̸̩̽u̴͙̽ś̴͙ṭ̶͝i̸͚̓l̷̞͝ḷ̸̊l̴͔̓o̵͔̽v̴̱̌ë̶͎́m̵͍̏e̶̡͗?̴̻̈..."
It's working! I can move now, although barely, I just need to say one word, if I don't say it right now... I'll die! And while she kept saying that over and over again, I just tried to say a word... If I couldn't say it... I would be dead, c'mon... Just one word... Oh no, she's going to kill me!
The Thing: 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Me: "Y... Es..."
The Thing: "*Gasp*... Y̵o̶u̸.̴.̸.̴ ̵D̷o̸.̴.̵.̴?̴"
Me: "Ye... S... I... Do..."
Suddenly I can move my body freely, and she looks way less scary than before, I just used my stone at her and she lost the black aura that she had, then she starts to change her form, from a distorted, scary being, to a... Cute girl?
Her: "Hmmm... What... Happened...?"
Me: "Don't worry, now your safe from Nihil"
When she looks at me... She stops for a second, then her head gets red, and she screams
Her: "C-C-Ce-Ce-Celeritas!?!?!?!?!"
Then she gets all shy and starts to cover her face with her hands saying very quietly
Her: "I can't believe he saved me... Thank you for all the gods that let me have that chance"
It was... Very cute
Me: "Anyway, who are you and why were you sent?"
Her: "Eh? Ah! Ummm, err, umm... I'm... Timor... The God of Fear... And I was sent to... Umm... Kill... You..."
Timor... That name is very familiar to me, more familiar than Viribus was... Oh shit! Viribus and Notitia! Their waiting for me to run as fast as I can... But I can't let her here can i... Hmmm... What should I do...? Oh! I know!
Me: "So, Timor..."
Timor: "Yes!"
Me: "Unfortunately... I don't remember anything that happened when I was a God... But, I feel as if I'm most deeply connected to you, of all others... So, will you help me remember, what were we?"
She stayed red again, very red, but after grabbing my hand she says
Timor: "Y-Yes..."
Me: "Then, let me put you at a good spot"
And after grabbing Timor, and running unnoticed by the people in the stage Notitia made, I entered there and put her there, as I would need to run alone
Viribus: "Ah! Finally Celeritas..."
Her look was of someone seeing the most hated person ever, it seems as if Timor and Viribus didn't have a good relationship with each other
Viribus: "What is SHE doing here!?"
Me: "Her powers will be useful in the future and also she the one I most feel familiar with, so she staying"
Viribus did an angry face and agreed with my reasoning, I don't know what was their relationship but... I hope is not a dead one, but now is time, I got to run, run the fastest that I can
Notitia: "Now, ladies and gentleman, I present to you, Mr. Fast going at the fastest speed he can go!"
And as I run faster and faster, I could feel time slowing down, and getting slower and slower and slower... Until time stopped. I was still moving but time itself had stopped until it started to move again... But backward, while I was moving forward, time was moving, as if I were beyond time itself, and that caused one more thing... A hole, not a black one... But a really shiny one... It was the hole of the Gods themselves
To Be Continued...