⊰ нαя∂ вєgιηηιηg ⊱ || Vɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ Vᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ & Vᴀʟᴀɢᴜᴀ
phantomdirge:
Echoes of the metal bars were lost inside the jail-house. Not so much as a voice could be heard or the squeak of a rodent disturbed by the loss of silence. For only the two had been present for who knew how long. It seemed as though it were merely a dream– the silence and darkness were unreal. Taking a step out of the cell, Vincent slowly took a few steps down the hall. The stench of mold and death were only faintly noticed, as though the place had been without use for a long time and allowing it to purge. There were nail markings along some of the stoned walls, dark smears of what appeared to be blood from long ago. The place had once been very active, yet there remained one last inmate who was now alone… but free. Harm was still potential, but with the immortal at her side, such things were unlikely to take place as easily. “This way,” Vincent told the girl over his shoulder, stepping deeper into the dungeon’s chambers. A faint light shown several feet above, to which a flight of stairs was needed to be conquered. Along the way, Vincent knew there would be intruders, and he paused at the door of another chamber, turning to the girl behind him. “If you’re not able to do combat, say so now and I will compensate.”
⊰ † ναℓαgυα † ⊱ ———— :
The pain shouldn’t be a big deal at this time, all her life was sentenced to be nothing but an experiment, one of the many specimens within the Organization that was condemned to the endless poison of suffering. However, it was a lie. Getting used to the continual twinges that run your body and the brain strives to support and stand, it is a lie. Despite being sentenced to feel those sensations above, it is impossible to get rid of them altogether. The pain never goes away, you simply learn to live with it. However, the redhead had left the practice, which caused her heart to beat faster after the torture sessions.
As the gunman led the way out of this place, the fememine remained in silence, holding her indicator against the abdomen. The blood kept leaving her entity, but less than before. Dying was not an option here, even when she tried to quit more than once. Escana wouldn’t allow it, always bringing her to life after her attempt of suicide. She kept telling her that it was for a reason, “I feel it, you’re destinated to be something more.” Honestly, Valagua didn’t know if believe or not. It has been so much time, that the circunstances should be known, but it was quite the opposite.
The nail marks deforming the wall, the dark smears captured by her glaze… All of that seemed more than familiar to her persona, letting go a sigh, so low that it was almost inaudible. The cage in which she once slept was just like this, always dark and full of violence. ‘This way.’ Valentine’s voice reached the shells of her ears, causing her attention to return to reality as her steps made no sound to be recognized.
Emerald gemstones faced the rubies ones while speaking. Was it so hard to climb all those stairs? It shouldn’t be. Normal people would ask for help, but he had done enough already. Her pride would fall until the floor if she kept allowing him to do everything. The Angel shook her head slightly, straightening slowly before pulling out from her back pockets two leather gloves. Dressing the pale hands, this ex-soldier uttered her whispers. ❝I’m fine, please take the lead. I will be right behind you.❞
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