Chapter 4: Chapter: That which lingers in the dark.
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The figure cautiously analyzed Mathias,
it's discerning gaze tracing every detail of
his appearance. To the Figure, Mathias
appeared as a ethereal ghost-like silhouette
with several peculiar symbols strewn across it
"H-h-hu-man?"
The figure murmured, sending a soft
echoing whisper in the dark.
Mathias confirmed the Figure's remark,
"Yes. I'm human… or…" he paused. His words
were heavy with uncertainty as he looked to his
hands, which had a ghostly glow to them. It
wasn't just his hands either. He noticed his
entire body giving off the eerie glow.
Unbeknownst to Mathias the petite figure he
stood before, was what remained of a god
from a bygone age. The Figure had many
inquires but it's ability to form coherent sounds
had decayed over the millennia. Be that as it
may, there were other ways for the two to
communicate, the figure needed to transpose
itself in a way communication could be
possible. What it needed, was living energy…
and A touch was all it would take for the
befallen God to procure the living energy.
The cloak shifted as the Figure extended its
bandage covered hand towards Mathias.
"Pleasure to meet you-" Mathias began an
introduction mistaking the Figure's gesture as a
greeting; he shook the bandage covered extremity.
"&*•#%%+*\>!"
An insurmountable wave of static noise
overcame Mathias' conscious, as the Figure
tightened its grip. The Figure peered into
Mathias, consuming meager facets of his
personality and memories. It's inquiries ran
rampant as it unintentionally extracted
information, such as images, sounds and even
emotions. This placed an excruciating strain on
Mathias as he fought to remain conscious
'Fucking Hell!' He mentally shrieked, his mind
sweltering as the reverberating static
drowned out his thoughts.
Having taken more energy than it needed
the figure released its grip on Mathias; and
beneath its obscuring cloak the figure took
form, drawing inspiration from some of the
humans within Mathias's memories.
"Can you understand me?" A soft feminine
voice asked.
When the soft feminine voice
reached Mathias, the reverberating static faded,
like morning mist before the rising sun.
"Y-yes!"
He replied his mind hazy, an after effect
from the static. At least that's what Mathias
concluded. However it was actually
because the Godly figure devoured parts of his
soul. The haze made it possible for him to
forget about the mind splitting agony he had
just experienced. Mathias looked to the
shrouded figure as it lowered its hood, revealing
its appearance.
From beneath the hood came pouring long
locks of deep auburn; like embers, one touch
and they may reignite lingering flames best left
to smolder. It took on a feminine appearance,
one that complimented her petite frame… and
one Mathias found most attractive.
Her eyes were an enchanting shade of
golden yellow, as if the sun itself resided in
her iris'. Eyes so mesmerizing they beckoned
to be gazed at, however like the golden sun,
one might go blind if glaring for to long.
her complexion lacked imperfection as if
made from porcelain, with a skin tone of a
perfectly ripened peach.
"This is what it feels like to have form! It's
been so long I had forgotten." She
exclaimed running her fingertips through the
ends of her auburn hair
Mathias couldn't believe his eyes, from
beneath the ragged grey cloak hid a beauty
He could only describe as: Divine!
'Calling her gorgeous seems like an injustice…
no! An insult!!' He thought, unable to look away
from her. Taking a break from admiring her new
appearance, the godly figure looked to Mathias
"I'm elated beyond words! I must know, to
whom is it, that shall receive my gratitude?"
The way she spoke reminded Mathias of
archaic tales, when kings and lords ruled
over lands. In the moment he related as a
common subject receiving praise from a
Queen.
"Mathias Emmit, ma'am."
He courteously answered. From the information
the godly figured took, Mathias' name wasn't
included.
"Mathias Emmit… hmmm, yes." She
whispered to herself, "Tell me Mathias
Emmit do you know how you came to be
here?"
There was a brief moment of silence between them as Mathias contemplated his response
"Begging your pardon, but where I'm from
it's bad manners asking for someone's
name without offering your own.." he replied
The women paused… tried as she might, she couldn't recall her own name. She had
been stuck in this endless darkness for so
long she no longer distinguished herself
apart from the dark.
"That's because I don't have one to give."
She replied smugly.
Mathias didn't believe the women's claim
'Fine, play it that way' He thought feeling
challenged
"Gotta call you something, if you won't give
me your name."
The women shifted her crafty gaze to their
surroundings. All there was to see… was
black. She began recalling information she
pulled from Mathias' memories.
Where he was from there was a different language than Mathias' mother tongue, and in that language there was word for black: Noir.
With a smug smirk the women gave Mathias
a name to call her.
"You may call me: Noir"
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