Chapter 35: Memories - Part 01

It was not possible to know where he was, his mind had wandered for a few moments and when he woke up all he saw was the floor covered in blood.

His body was stretched out and one side of his vision was completely erased by a red streak that had taken over, leaving it possible to see only his extended arm on the ground with a slightly lighter skin, but bathed in blood while his hand held an already extinguished torch. .

He opened his eyes a little more, remembering where he was and soon he saw a long black cloak stop in front of him while a hideous voice spoke.

"Damn, you're still alive, blondie."

At the end a light laugh that sounded bitterly in Christopher's ears was heard, he clenched his teeth and raised his face, seeing Tytew who remained with the smile on his face while carrying Arthur on his shoulder, passed out and without reacting.

That image made Christopher's eyes widen in disbelief, remembering what had happened while traces of blood began to drip from his mouth and head.

Christopher was spitting blood and Tytew was smiling as he spoke.

"Better take it easy, if you're not going to advance what's going to happen in a few minutes. But it's not like I can do anything, unfortunately he only asked me to stop, not to heal you."

The occultist spoke with a macabre smile on his face that made Christopher frown with his eyebrows twitching with an angry expression, he supported both arms so that he could support himself, however, before he could stand up or react, again he spit blood and his arms gave way, again knocking him down.

Seeing that made Tytew sigh in relief and speak sarcastically.

"How scared... how scared... but don't worry, they'll all wake up soon, I just don't know if it's time to save you..."

He still spoke with the same smile on his face and soon turned towards the stairs to leave, but soon his foot was held and he was taken by surprise, when he turned back he saw Chris still lying down, but with his arm outstretched and holding his hand. Tytew's leg with everything he had.

Tytew watched the pool of blood around the blonde and noticed that his skin was slightly whiter indicating the lack of blood, making him wonder.

"How can this boy move?"

It was just a thought that made him wander, but he soon noticed that it was Christopher's last effort, even if he held his leg, he still didn't have enough strength to hold him there.

"Let go... let Arthur go... you miserable man..."

Again Tytew smiled when he heard the blonde's voice and spoke.

"Don't prolong your pain, boy."

With a simple movement he managed to remove the boy's hand from his leg just by walking, Christopher had no more strength for that and soon he hit his face on the ground in frustration while Tytew's footsteps were heard in the distance.

Christopher's mind was in total darkness and seeing that his friend would be taken, he pressed his lips together and had memories of the fire.

In such a short time he had lost his family, master and friends, now he would lose the only one who had survived that with him.

The feeling he felt was as if an indescribable cold took over his body while frustration made his eyes water as he saw himself facing his own blood.

His voice was weak and even his grunts of pain and crying were muffled, he felt imposing and weak and all he spoke was.

"Someone... please... save us..."

The tear touched the pool of blood as if it were something white, but the sound echoed throughout the place and mainly through Christopher's mind and body, which widened his eyes with that.

Suddenly Tytew stopped walking and clucked his tongue as he muttered.

"Damn it, I should have killed it sooner..."

Soon the occultist frowned and turned to the blonde who was still lying down, raising his hand, black rays began to materialize in his palm and Christopher heard the sound, leaving him to just widen his eyes and try to move.

He made his arms touch the ground and he tried to push himself to the side, but as soon as he raised his head, he saw a person dressed in white, it was a white dress that was open on the sides reaching to his knees which were covered by a stocking. of the same color.

Even though he couldn't see her face completely or see everything, as the whole environment was concentrated in white color, he could only see long blonde hair that moved across a face with fair skin that contained a smile.

A sweet female voice sounded in his ears and she spoke.

"Hello. Christopher, isn't it?"

The voice sounded calm and soothed Christopher just by listening to it, even though he couldn't see it clearly it was as if a pair of beautiful blue eyes were staring at him with no negative intentions.

When he realized the question, Christopher just nodded with his head still amazed and not knowing what to say in front of that woman, who, upon hearing the answer, just tilted her face slightly to the side with a more peaceful smile.

That presence that was there emanated security on the same level that Christopher felt weak and uncomfortable as if he were looking at the sun itself, his mind returned to the present where he looked at the table with a slight smile on his face as he spoke.

"And it was at that moment... that I realized that I was in front of a deity..."

Chapter

Face to face with that image, everything around it glowed slightly as if they were lit torches, but completely white in an environment where it looked like just a room with white walls.

Christopher kept looking around and asking.

"W-Where am I?"

The girl got up and before she realized it, the blonde was standing while she held his shoulder still showing that slight smile on her face, but that gradually became a little more serious.

"You have met an unfortunate fate, Christopher. And to think that he was a victim of the same cult twice... he lost everything, even his life... it was too sudden...

Hearing those words made Christopher's eyes widen in surprise and he felt a stronger beat come to his chest, as if remembering everything that had happened while his mind returned to the cave.

With the memory returning, with it came that feeling of pain and death, again he was in front of Tytew who had raised his hand with black sparks, soon a form that even he could not describe, similar to a black lightning formed in the hand of the occultist.

Everything happened in an instant, he didn't even feel pain, he just heard the strident sound and something passing at an absurd speed in his direction, passing him immediately.

His body didn't respond to him anymore, his vision blurred and even if he wanted to, he couldn't breathe anymore.

He could only see through his blurred vision the floor approaching his face, until complete darkness had taken his vision, he felt himself lying in a black and infinite space where he started to fall, but suddenly he was back in that room where saw the woman.

Even if it was a daydream, he felt a tightness in his heart realizing what had happened at that moment, the cold took over his body and his breathing became heavy as his mind began to question itself.

'I died?'

'Was it all for nothing?'

'Arth? Was all…all of this…for nothing?"

Christopher couldn't control it and his breathing was labored while he himself felt his vision darken again, but soon something touched his face and called his attention, it was warm and it looked comfortable.

Looking forward he saw the aspect of the goddess, even though he still couldn't see her face, he could feel the genuine sadness she had when looking at Christopher and everything that had happened to him.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help, in the end you called me and I sent one of mine as quickly as possible, but the necromancer ended everything..."

Even though his breathing was still labored and his memory had lapses of what had happened, when he felt the touch and heard the goddess's voice, it was as if his whole body calmed down, leaving Christopher to just lower his eyes a little lower. saddened.

He looked down and spoke.

"In the end I couldn't do anything, he was stronger and I was weaker. I couldn't do anything for my master or friends... it didn't make sense to live something like that..."

Christopher spoke those bitter words with a certain regret and the goddess continued to look saddened, but soon he sighed while his mind was still trying to accept everything that had happened while the goddess slowly removed her hands from his face.

In that state, even though he was still nonconformist, he would slightly raise his head while grumbling.

"There's only one thing..."

The sentence caught the attention of the goddess who looked as if she was waiting and then the blonde continued.

"Arthur…can you protect him? After everything that's happened... he's changed. He's become colder and more angry, even though he still wants to help, all he wants now is to find Oliver to decide what to do... I'm afraid of what might happen to him..."

"What can happen to him?"

That seemed to draw the attention of the goddess who looked at it with doubt, while Chris looked to the side trying to look away, however, that whole place did not seem to escape the woman's eyes.

In a frustrated attempt he spoke.

"Just protect him... and you can take me wherever I go..."

The blonde squeezed his fist until he finally accepted that it was all over, looking down at his body he realized that not even his clothes made sense, he was dressed in white and little by little everything was falling apart as his consciousness was slipping away.

His mind wandered as he thought.

'Then this is death.'

'Will I see the others?'

'Will the master be there?'

For a few moments his mind remembered everything that had happened and he felt a certain relief, he touched his face and realized that there was no longer the burn mark, making him look relieved while a slight smile sketched on his face.

But soon that feeling surfaced, he didn't feel pain, but he didn't feel anything either. Just a cold that even if weak, it was still uncomfortable.

Sensations and memories that he had, in the end would be lost, the heat of the sun, the wind hitting his face or even the chance to rest, feel sleepy or hungry, nothing else would exist.

"Do you regret anything?"

The female voice rang out and Christopher continued to look down, squinting his eyes as he spoke.

"I thought it was never looking for my real family, but what hurt the most was not being strong enough to protect those people and my best friend..."

The words came out with a whining tone at first, but by the end he was on the verge of crying, the memories still running through the mind of the blonde who clenched his fists in frustration.

The image of Tytew smiling came to his mind as he clenched his fists even tighter, but the environment didn't change and he heard a trickle in the middle of it all.

"What if there's a chance it doesn't end up here?"

In an instant, everything was silent and upon hearing the goddess's sentence, Christopher's eyes widened and soon he felt his face gradually being lifted by soft and warm hands.

When he realized, he noticed that his eyes were crying as he saw only traces of the goddess's face, they were calm eyes, but he still couldn't see the color, they showed a peaceful expression on the goddess's face and then Arthur looked at that woman who had given a new hope.

For him, there was only one question in her head that was asked while still in tears, Arthur put on a serious look and spoke.

"What I need to do?"