Three Thieves of Night Part Five
“Rourke.” Someone whispered my name behind me. A chill ran down my spine. I could feel their breath tickle the back of my neck and when I turned to look, I saw my shadow being cast on the ground by the Montebalm’s golden auras, but it wasn’t in my shape. It was a wolf-headed beast, black as death, with hellfire green eyes.
I had seen that beast before. In Concordia. Its face flashed at me right before it bit me and ripped a hole in my shoulder. And that wound has not healed. At all.
My entire body ran cold. I started shivering. I couldn’t look away. I felt stuck, staring in those unholy eyes.
“Rourke,” it said, its voice dark, deep, colder than the very depths of hell itself. “It’s time.”
“No. No…I won’t let you.”
“It’s far, far too late for you little lamb. Can’t you see? Your throat has already been slit and you are bleeding out as the sacrifice.”
I felt something hot and wet slide down my throat and my hand went up to it and came away slick with red steaming blood.
“Death is too good for you, don’t you think? You should suffer, greatly, before you die. Yes, I think that will do nicely.”
“This isn’t real. You’re just messing with my head.”
I tried to pull away, but I could feel my mind getting pushed further and further down like I was so very far away from my own body, and I could see out of my eyes, I could feel my body, but I wasn’t in it. My mind was in my shadow, somehow.
It was cold. And dark. And I was terrified.
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