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- 1-3 posts per week
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- Genres
- Science-Fiction, Science-Fantasy, Magical Girl, Mystery, Slice of Life,
Labyrinth was turning upside down, or at least that was Sel's impression of how the place reacted to Morbidia's sudden transformation. Strange sounds echoed across the plane, which somehow felt as if they belonged to birds and rustling trees, yet they were something else entirely. A faint fragment of a memory echoed across the skies of this strange place, but then dispersed into nothingness as the woman in front of him fought with an unseen enemy. He did not know how to interpret the reactions of Labyrinth to her moves, nor her actions, as they did not seem to be targeted at him. He had assumed that Morbidia wanted to kill him, but instead, she just started to cough, muttering a cryptic message that Sel did not understand at all, except that it told him that he would die here.
"As if!" said Noket, strengthening the grip on his knife. "Labyrinth is my slave and not the other way around, as it has no power over me, yet I know of Labyrinth," he explained to no one in particular, asserting his dominance. "If you want to kill me, you will have to kill Labyrinth first. And if Labyrinth wants to kill me, then Labyrinth has to kill itself first. But not before I kill the eleven eyes," he said as he made a step backwards, unaware of the eyes that watched his mortal frame. While Labyrinth could not understand humans or their worlds, the place was becoming surer and surer by the second that these two did not belong to its realm, for they communicated in ways that it did not understand. Every single word that was said by them, every single one of their moves told Labyrinth that these creatures were never meant to be here.
So Labyrinth did what it always did best. From the ceiling, or depending on one's perspective, the walls or the floor, emerged blood white, unblinking eyes which were visible even to human eyes. They fixated their stares on Morbidia and Sel, trying to translate the visual information into something that could be comprehended by Labyrinth even at the cost of their own incomprehensible nature. For the sake of their mother and father, they became something that they were never supposed to be so they could help them exile these intruders from here. Meanwhile, somewhere along the corridors, an ancient beast of Labyrinth woke up, opening its seven-in-four eyes as the scent of Morbidia finally reached it.
But the humans could only see the blood red eyes opening everywhere around them, staring at them with irisless and apertureless gazes, with all the terror that meant.
"As if!" said Noket, strengthening the grip on his knife. "Labyrinth is my slave and not the other way around, as it has no power over me, yet I know of Labyrinth," he explained to no one in particular, asserting his dominance. "If you want to kill me, you will have to kill Labyrinth first. And if Labyrinth wants to kill me, then Labyrinth has to kill itself first. But not before I kill the eleven eyes," he said as he made a step backwards, unaware of the eyes that watched his mortal frame. While Labyrinth could not understand humans or their worlds, the place was becoming surer and surer by the second that these two did not belong to its realm, for they communicated in ways that it did not understand. Every single word that was said by them, every single one of their moves told Labyrinth that these creatures were never meant to be here.
So Labyrinth did what it always did best. From the ceiling, or depending on one's perspective, the walls or the floor, emerged blood white, unblinking eyes which were visible even to human eyes. They fixated their stares on Morbidia and Sel, trying to translate the visual information into something that could be comprehended by Labyrinth even at the cost of their own incomprehensible nature. For the sake of their mother and father, they became something that they were never supposed to be so they could help them exile these intruders from here. Meanwhile, somewhere along the corridors, an ancient beast of Labyrinth woke up, opening its seven-in-four eyes as the scent of Morbidia finally reached it.
But the humans could only see the blood red eyes opening everywhere around them, staring at them with irisless and apertureless gazes, with all the terror that meant.