Thread: Hell's Portal ~Me x Dragnor~

Onna walked slowly down the hall, the walls were dark and twisted, she could hear yelling in the distance. She moved to grab her whip but it wasn't there. She was a child again, a young girl maybe of ten or twelve. Onna was wearing boys clothes, her hair was matted and short, messy. As she moved further down the hall and twisted bound a corner she could see the vague out line of shadows. A larger one and a smaller one. Why am I here, in this memory? She knew she was still on the outer rings of hell, trapped in a memory she hated, that she tried to swallow when she slept. So long Onna had convinced herself she had just seen things, that she had done what was right. She stopped by the railing of the second floor and looked down at the scene in silence. There was a man in his 40s, old and badly scarred, a warrior none the less that had lost an ear, an eye, and a hand fighting for justice. Where his hand had once been, was now a silver mold of something similar to a lego hook, so he could atleast pick things up. She watched as her father pushed something small down, something cowering. Why are you here?! I told you to leave me and my children alone! The being moved, easily floating to it's feet before laughing, discarding it's guise of fear. The figure grabbed her father, flinging him to a wall and pinning him down. Now, she could see what she had refused to see as a child, the lick of darkness coming off the small boy that held her father against the wall, that figure that snickered as her father struggled. The lady wants her seed back, she demands you return the one. Her father grabbed the boy, smashing his head against the child and sending the child flinging back. In my realm Demon! You have no hold over me! The boy regained his composure, straightening himself as he raised a hand. The darkness that licked him moved, making a hand and pulling her father off the ground. No hold over you in your realm? You forget what we are. I have all the hold over a mortal who breaks there vows with god. The boy was choking her father and Onna felt like moving, but she was mystified by what was happening. How long had she stood here watching until she acted? Was this even the memory she hated? So many of them she had stuffed away as a child, not wanting to remember what had happened, to pretend that the world was perfect and normal. Her father spit up blood and Onna clenched her hands on the railing. Now..tell me where the seed is. He cried in pain, before laughing at the child that held him. Why just the one? Don't you want both of my children? The boy sighed, dropping his hold on her father as he stretched his hands into the air. One is good, one is evil. One has power, one has madness. I want the seed with power. I don't care about the other. Her father was coughing as he looked up to the railing, finally spotting the little Onna grabbing onto the railing and staring down from it. You can't take my child.. The boy held up a finger, stopping her father from getting to his feet. Not yet. But I need to see the se-.. The boy turned his head in the direction her father was staring to see Onna up on the railing. He smiled, bowing as he started laughing. Aren't you growing up fine these days little one? The boy started laughing and Onna turned her head as she heard footsteps. Papa, what's going on? The boy spoke, grabbing Onna's arm and tugging on the sleeve. Onna, everyone's looking for you. Why did you leave? Her brother was staring at her with big eyes, full of wonder and innocence. How had something so precious become so mad? I was going to ask Papa something.. Onna admitted, but she couldn't remember what she had been wanting to ask in the first place. Yaruk looked down, or the memory of him at least at the boy, he pointed to him. Why is that man here? Man? She didn't see a man. She saw a boy, with darkness lurking around him, dancing with it's madness. He was just leaving. Her father said, finally getting to his feet and grabbing the boys shoulder. She hadn't noticed, he had been staring but at who? Was it Onna or her brother? It had to be Yaruk, right? He was the one going mad. The boy smiled nodding his head and laughing. Yes, I've seen what I've needed for now. I'll be back Xallie. I'll be back. Her brother ran, tugging her trying to get her to go but Onna wouldn't move. The memory should have ended, right? She had run away with her brother, trying to push back what she had seen and heard. Her brother being seven would surely grow and forget and she would try to do the same. However, the memory wasn't ending, as if it was asking her if she would do the same thing again. If she would run and repress what she saw. I'll be there in a sec Yaruk. Her brother whined in protest before running down the hall and out the back door. She looked down, the boy had vanished and her father was staring up at her. What is it my little Onna, is something wrong? He was smiling like he always did, acting as if he was a badass and nothing had happened. Who was he? How did he know your name? That wasn't what she had originally wanted to ask she knew, but she still for the life of her couldn't remember. Oh him? Her father waved his hand at the open door. No one, just an old time friend of my father's. He basically raised me. He was lying she knew but why. She dropped her hands, dissatisfied with this memory. Of course this is how her father would react, he always tried his best to save them from reality. You're lying. Onna found herself saying.. As quickly as the memory had come, with those two words she had snapped out of it and she was in the ugly hall's of hell again. She looked, seeing the demon she had encountered earlier watching her. Something was different though, the hall was moving downwards instead of straight, stairs were forming. Ah, so she had passed the test? Was the demon doing this or some other force? Onna couldn't care less as she moved passed the Demon. Do you not have any other tortured souls to follow around? Or am I so amusing in the few minutes you have known me? Onna looked down at the stairs, they were concave and bladed, surely that would pierce her armor and her feet. She winced at the thought of it, but she had known this wasn't going to be easy when she was trying to pull her brother from the portal.