But through my tears breaks a blinding light;
Characters: Open
Location: Death City
Rating: R just to be safe.
Time: Day Three, Early Morning
Description: Directly after this. Remember those twenty minutes you have to haul your ass to the shelter? You'd better run fast.
The witches were attacking again.
He'd been forced to witness this once before - the first time BREW had decided to drag newcomers to the City. Because of him. He hadn't purposely triggered the Demon Tool... In fact, he hadn't even been aware there was power left in it, after it had fulfilled his Honourable Father's desire to help defeat the Kishin. But there was no point in dwelling on what he could not change... They had been brought to Death City, and while he was forced to remain sheltered within the walls of Shibusen, they had been killed.
Not this time.
Once he was safely out of sight of the Death Scythe, the young Shinigami quickly shed his cloak and mask. Fortunately, he'd continued to wear his normal attire beneath the costume... Because at this point, that was all it was. He was only playing a charade, pretending to be the Shinigami his Honourable Father had been. At least none of the others would recognize him as Shinigami-sama, thanks to the mask.
"Liz, Patti - let's go. There are only twenty minutes left."
If he couldn't at least help get people to the shelter, he would be sure to keep them safe until the witches were gone.
Location: Death City
Rating: R just to be safe.
Time: Day Three, Early Morning
Description: Directly after this. Remember those twenty minutes you have to haul your ass to the shelter? You'd better run fast.
The witches were attacking again.
He'd been forced to witness this once before - the first time BREW had decided to drag newcomers to the City. Because of him. He hadn't purposely triggered the Demon Tool... In fact, he hadn't even been aware there was power left in it, after it had fulfilled his Honourable Father's desire to help defeat the Kishin. But there was no point in dwelling on what he could not change... They had been brought to Death City, and while he was forced to remain sheltered within the walls of Shibusen, they had been killed.
Not this time.
Once he was safely out of sight of the Death Scythe, the young Shinigami quickly shed his cloak and mask. Fortunately, he'd continued to wear his normal attire beneath the costume... Because at this point, that was all it was. He was only playing a charade, pretending to be the Shinigami his Honourable Father had been. At least none of the others would recognize him as Shinigami-sama, thanks to the mask.
"Liz, Patti - let's go. There are only twenty minutes left."
If he couldn't at least help get people to the shelter, he would be sure to keep them safe until the witches were gone.