After a while.
Aziel opened his eyes slowly.
Was I unconscious…? he thought.
His vision swam as he looked around the room.
It was a dark room with only two lanterns burning at the opposite end of the room.
There was nothing else-no table, no window-only the chair he was bound to.
Suddenly, pain exploded through both his arms. His head throbbed violently, as if it were about to split open.
He did not understand what was happening.
"Is there… anyone who can help me?", he asked, his voice shaking.
A man rushed into the room.
"Boss, he is awake."
Another man followed him into the room, carrying a black bag that looked heavier than it should have been.
His thin frame was wrapped in a faded grey coat worn over his shirt, giving him an unsettling, almost sickly presence.
"Help me." Aziel pleaded weakly.
The man with the bag smiled awkwardly.
"Don't worry," he said. "I will help you."
He opened his bag and pulled out a pair of gloves.
As he slipped them on, he added calmly.
"You will be alright after this."
The pain only grew worse.
Then-
Everything vanished.
Aziel found himself standing in a pitch-black space. The pain was gone.
The lanterns, the chair, the men-all of it disappeared.
where am I. he thought as he began to walk.
But the darkness stretched endlessly in every direction.
"Hello.", he shouted as loud as he could.
But no reply.
Then-
He saw a figure standing in the darkness.
The man was dressed in black-or at least, something that looked like black. The details blurred no matter how hard Aziel tried to focus.
He ran toward him.
"Mister!" Aziel grabbed the figure's shoulder. "what is this place?"
No response.
The man did not move.
What a strange person. Aziel thought.
Aziel stepped in front of him.
Aziel screamed….
He stumbled backwards and fell hard on the ground his heart hammering wildly.
The figure had no face.
Then the voices began.
Stay with me.
Stay.
Stay. Stay. Stay.
His head throbbed as terror flooded his body.
What is happening?
What is this thing?
Suddenly another voice broke through-the same voice from before. The man with the bag.
"Mister!" Aziel shouted desperately. "where are you?"
"Help me!"
In an instant, the darkness shattered.
Aziel was back in his room.
But his body wasn't his anymore.
His limbs moved on their own.
Both the men were screaming.
"spare me."
"We will never do this type of this ever in our lives."
Both were trembling. Tears coming out of their eyes.
Aziel in horror as his own hands rose. They were darkened, veins glowing with red-black lines that pulsed unnaturally.
Light gathered in his palm.
Then-
Both the boss and other person's head exploded.
Blood and fragments splattered across the walls.
Aziel could not even scream.
As it was happening, another person appeared.
The same person who used some type of wind blast attack in the police station.
As he saw both dead bodies he screamed and looked at Aziel.
"This dam thing." He snarled.
He raised his hand toward Aizel.
What… as Aizel thought.
His body moved faster than he thought.
The chair behind him exploded as the attack missed.
The man said.
"shit. I missed-"
He never finished the sentence.
A headless body collapses forward.
The man's own head rested in Aziel's hand, blood pouring from the severed neck.
All three people dead.
Then his body moved out of the room on its own.
The place he was dragged into was wide and filled with children.
Boys and girls, they were 15-17 years old bound to pillars scattered across the room. Their bodies were bruised, some bleeding, all trembling.
Fear filled the air, thick and suffocating.
No…
His body turned toward them.
Panic surged through Aziel.
Stop. Please stop.
as children saw hm move. Screams erupted.
They struggled against their rope, crying, begging-yet no escape.
Light gathered through Aziel's hand.
"No-!"
The blast came.
In seconds silence came.
Heads fell one after another, hitting the floor with dull, lifeless sounds.
Aziel felt something inside him shatter.
He screamed but no word cand out of his mouth. He was hopeless.
Then Aziel body moved backward toward another room in that place.
Aziel thought.
Someone stop this…
I don't want to kill innocent people. But why won't my body listen to me.
His awareness began to fade.
Then his body moved again backward, toward another door.
The door exploded.
It was broken by his body by an attack he could not even sense.
His body entered the room.
Inside…
A girl was roped with a chair.
She looks no older than 16-17, her slender figure wrapped in layered with white cloth that draped softly over her body. The fabric was secured at the waist with a thin belt, the sleeves loose near the wrist and tightened just enough to allow movement.
Her silver long hair fell freely down her back.
His body approached her.
Stop… please…
Then-
His body turned sharply, facing the hall behind him.
A man walked through the field of corpses.
He stepped calmly over the dead children, a sword hanging at his side.
A black jacket rested over his white cloth beneath it, untouched by blood.
Yet something about him felt wrong.
Dangerous.