Loki continued to rush through the forest, being chased by the white..Thing. He didn't know what to call it, or even what to do about it at all. With how fast and fluidly it seemed to move, it was damn near impossible for it to even be gaining on him.
Then again, he was still healing. So he wasn't in the absolute perfect shape. Yet he didn't know how anything could even keep up with how thick the forest was.
Taking a risky glance behind himself. He was glad he did when he saw the creature lunging at him preparing to decapitate him. Stopping dead in his tracks as hard as he could, he managed to slide to a stop, with the blade of the creatures scythe barely missing his head.
Only it didn't save him in the way he expected it to. It instead made him a much easier target as the creature shifted in its form. Stabbing the pole of the scythe into his gut. Sending a wave of piercing pain throughout his entire body. It was more intense than any pain he had felt in his entire life. To the point that he was pretty sure it was enough on its own to kill him.
Then before he could fully comprehend what was going on, what was about to happen.
By the time he managed to force himself to focus on the creature once more. It had its scythe raised up high above its head preparing to bring it down upon him. And that was the last thing he saw before it brought the scythe down. Ending his life.
Opening his eyes Loki quickly sat up letting out a guttural scream as he felt his abdomen, and his neck for any signs of harm. For any signs of having been attacked. By anything. Yet he felt whole, no single part of him was out of place. Or losing blood.
He was safe. Or at least closer to it than he was moments before. Looking around, he found himself back in Vale. Yet still nowhere close to the area he was supposed to be in.
Taking several long moments to catch his breath, he tried to make sense of what was happening. Off of what was going on. He could've sworn he entered the area meaning to do something specific. Yet. He couldn't recall what. He couldn't even remember who was responsible for the world he was currently in.
The only thing that he one hundred percent knew was that, this was the work of someone he knew.
"Loki?" The voice of a girl sounded to his right. Earning his attention as he quickly got up ready to strike at whoever it was. Only to find that it was Rose. She stood a few feet away, then again the few feet could really be a few miles from how it seemed to be.
"You're...Rose right...?" He questioned tightening his grip on the hilt of his knife.
"Last time I checked...yeah. But then again, in this place it really seems to be...far from normal." Rose said in a tired tone, the look in her eyes suggesting she had been put through hell.
"Are you real?" He questioned not knowing if he should trust her or not.
"Last time I-" she paused in her words as her eyes widened on what was behind Loki. "Loki, Look out!"
But it was already too late. As he felt a piercing pain shoot through his entire body once again.
Coughing up blood, he looked down to see a clawed hand coated in his blood. Holding his still beating heart in its grasp.
Loki looked and saw Rose's horrified face as he began to fall. All life leaving his body once again.
Rose stared in complete horror as she watched the creature crush Loki's heart in its hand. Slowly turning its attention to her.
Every single ounce of her being screamed that she should run. Yet she found herself frozen in place. Incapable of commanding her own body to move. To get away from the monster in front of her that was worse than any grimm she had ever encountered, or heard of.
In that moment. She was completely helpless. At the mercy of the monster that was slowly approaching her. A hideous ghostly laugh filling the air as it tilted its head observing the shaking girl.
It saw tears streaming down her cheeks. Her scarlet eyes consumed by fear. She was an easy target, and if it killed her this time. There would only be one last time to do so before her mind would be turned into absolute mush. Rendering her brain dead from the overstimulation.
It was a rather unfitting rule for the world that was created it and its siblings. But it was one it followed diligently.
It got especially good at taking life, even when it had met defeat time and time again. It always learned, always evolved. To be the best it could be for its gods.