Chapter no.207 House of Lavender part 3

As Kunihiko Yuyama entered the morgue the usual cold embraced him.
A pathologist left the room and before he left he took a deep breath and dared to look in Kunihiko Yuyama's face, there was no emotion, not a twitching of an eye lid, not a trembling of his lips, just a cold expression, solid and perfect as marble. And it was as lasting as stone.
A little warmth entered the room as the pathologist left. But as soon as the door closed again, it was completely overtaken by the cold temperature of the morgue.The lone man swiftly approached the cold silver table on which the still, cold body was lying of Eve
He looked down at this well-known face, this face that used to smile as soon as he entered the room, the cheeks that used to blush as soon as he started talking, the eyes that used to shine when they found his.
And now they lay cold and empty staring at the ceiling above. It was no typical reaction of Kunihiko Yuyama; it was in fact completely irrational. He kept staring at her, hoping for a movement, hoping for the warmth of her pulse to come back, yearning for her voice to fill his ears again.
But somewhere in the centre of the storm inside his head there was the steady and solid fact that Eve, his Eevee was once and for all gone.
A single tear was able to break through his perfect poker face. It fell on her cheek.
And as he saw that not even this could cast a reaction in her, he allowed himself to give up.
His head fell on his chest, his hands folded on his back, his features failed to keep the poker face up. No more tears, no sobbing. He grieved silently.
With a swift turn he kicked the nearest object that couldn't fall over; in his case it was a sink to clean the instruments after the autopsy.
He paced up and down the morgue and tried to catch his breath that out of a sudden trembled.
After a few minutes of complete agitation he simply walked out the door, with a last painful glance on the creature that used to be a constant and fixed point in his life.
He couldn't bear another second in this room.
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Sitting outside on a cold winter night, Kunihiko Yuyama wondered if Mew truly hated him.
First his parents and now Eve.
Suddenly the dead silence of the cold winter night was broken by the sounds of footsteps which caused Kunihiko Yuyama to glance at the slender man with short light blonde hair that covered his left eye. He sported a weird uniform that told Kunihiko Yuyama that this stranger was a foreigner.
Suddenly the foreigner stopped in front of Kunihiko Yuyama as he smiled and said," The name's Volo Shirona."
" And ?"
" Let's just say, I can help."
[ Months later ]
A rumor has been going around Spectra of the ghost of the shadows.
Children began to miss and later be found in front of their houses in boxes.
The word torture couldn't describe the look of despair and anguish they felt during the time of death, forever engraved as a token of the work of a monster.
The Lords and vassals of Spectra ignored such things until one of the children of a nobleman from Ransei was kidnapped.
This time they couldn't ignore it.
It was so big that the Lord of Spectra himself had to step in.
Weeks of investigation had led the search party into an underground cavern where horrors of untold magnitude awaited them.
No one knew what had happened that night.
Those involved feared to speak but one thing was for sure.
The madman who was responsible for all the untold misery of the people of Spectra was caught.
Kunihiko Yuyama, the man who was dubbed the epitaph " The Boy of Death" sentenced to death by burial.
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[ Kunihiko Yuyama's POV ]
I open my eyes to pitch-black darkness. It's cold, terribly cold. So cold I can't feel my fingers, can't feel any part of my body. I can't feel any emotions, just cold, cold, cold. Freezing. It's so dark, it's almost as if I never opened my eyes. Like I've been dropped in a pool of black ink and I'm drowning in it. The darkness, as suffocating as space, like I've been thrown out to the mysterious, lonely, void, where no man has before travelled.
Why haven't you answered me ?
I questioned as I gazed upon the rune Volo had given me.
I move to sit up, but am met with the tightness of cloth wrapped around me. It's covering my entirety, face to feet. Not leaving one limb free of its unforgiving grasp. I move around as much as I can to loosen the fabric, but this only makes it harder to breathe. I lay still, out of breath.
Before I ponder too much...
SLAM!!
The deep sound of a heavy door bangs all around me, followed by a deafening silence. Thump...
Thump...
Thump...
I hear the sounds of footsteps creeping towards me... Shuffling sounds and a CRASH make their way to my ears, and more silence fills the room, before I'm blinded by a bright light.
The cloth is lifted from my head, and I'm face to face with a strange man.
Looks like my executioner is here.
He looked like he must be a doctor, but why would this doctor be tending to me? I notice I'm laid upon a table.
The strange 'doctor' man holds up a long rope.He took the rope and used it to secure my arms to my sides.
He ignored me, as if I never said anything and am merely a corpse that cannot speak. He barely glanced at me and continued wrapping my legs with the rope.
Looks like my calm before death even surprised this strange doctor.
Then again if he knew the world I had seen.
The majesty of the lord of void I had gazed upon then even he wouldn't fear something like death.
At this moment, he turned away, and I noticed a box behind him. A box by itself may not be very weird, but other than this box, the table, the man, and I, there is nothing else in the room. It's an interesting looking box, quite long, and rather flat on the top and sides. Almost like... a coffin...
The 'doctor' turned around with a smile, he seems to have seen what I've found but my stoic face left him speechless.
As if I was a man that knew no fear.
He told me to be quiet, he doesn't want anyone to hear me. The man held me down and pulled out a rusty needle.The 'doctor' threads a string through the needle and held it up to my mouth.
The man stabs the needle through my lips and pulls the string through.
Only a grunt escaped my mouth as I smiled.
Something is awakening inside my heart.
When will I meet the lord, Volo ?!
I questioned and before I knew it ,I breathed a breath I didn't know I was holding as he finished the sewing of my mouth and stood up.The doctor brought the now bloody red needle to my left eye. He doesn't hesitate before plunging the metal into my eyeball. I can't even scream anymore. The pain is so excruciating, and yet I can do nothing about it yet even after all of that my mind was focused on one thing.
When will the lord of void summon me ?
I could hear squelching and the squishing of what used to be my eye being destroyed. But it doesn't stop there as the doctor proceeded to start sewing my eyelid shut too. And when he's done with that one, moves onto the right eye.
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Kunihiko Yuyama could hear the thunderous applause all around him.
With his tendons and muscles cut off Kunihiko Yuyama was just a left over skeleton
" Sssleep tight." Something called out to him in a quiet vicious tone.
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In hell and in darkness lies Kunihiko Yuyama with one word echoing through his tongueless mouth.
As if his wishes had come true, he found himself staring at the abyss that stared back.
Darkness willed all around it as the abyss parted revealing a creature with a serpentine look. Its legs are reduced to golden-tipped spikes, and four additional golden spikes appear near the edge of its tail. Six gold half-rings gripping its body. The back points of each half-ring had a black ghostly tendril with a red spike at its tip. The horns on its head are now facing the back. The sides of the golden "crown" cover its mouth and separate vertically like an insect's mandible when it opens its mouth as a black vertical stripe was broken into pieces and ran down its body.
" W..who did it ?" Pulling all his strength Kunihiko Yuyama said as Giratina smiled
" Clarence Ainsworth "
Giratina smiled as it sensed the human's emotions.
Hate.
Anger.
Revenge.
" M...y Lor...d ..."
Kunihiko Yuyama didn't even finish his words as Giratina's eyes glowed a crimson red. The surrounding abyss turned into hands made of darkness that ripped through Kunihiko Yuyama's being.
Amplifying his hatred to such a degree that it warped casualty itself.
Giratina smiled at its creation before he faded back into the reverse world.
" F̷̠̣̮̞́u̴̧͔̯̘͕̾ḷ̵̟̠̰̈̑͑́͘͜͝f̷͚͂͋̋i̵̹͙̙̐̅l̵̗̹̍́̈̎̀ ̶͓̍́̉̓ý̸̟̙͐͑ö̵̖́̔͆͠ǘ̵̮͈̦͙̦͂̑͗̐͝r̸̤̱̂̆̏̌́͆ ̴̡͕͛͐̈́͐̕̚ḑ̵̠̎̈́̓̓͆͝ě̸̛̟̱̎̂͗̈́s̶͔̖̉̅͝ǐ̸̩̌̇̈́r̸͚̤͍̣̊̃̂́͌̋ẹ̴̢͓̘͠ ̴͙͇̔͝u̶̩̠̦͠ͅn̸̩͚͎̫̱̩̐͋͘͝t̷̳́̃i̸͙͍̊͑͘l̴̗̬̐ ̵̻̦͐̇̂̄̂̃I̶̝̗͒͑̀̉̏͝ ̶̮̰́̍͋̆c̴̢̪̥͂͛̎o̸̠̎̈́͘m̵̼͐͂̈́̅͛͝e̷̠̪̼̣̐͆̆̓̎ ̴̧̣͍̥͂̓̓̕b̸̗̺̤̯͖̓ȧ̸̤̝̔̊͜c̸͎̀̌͜k̴̘̞̽̓ ̴͚́͝f̶̨̥̭̽͂o̶̰͙̝̅̒̓̄ͅr̸̛̩̯̞͚̉̔̕̕ ̸͖̳̔̾́̅̈̚m̷̬̜̼̣̈̓̚͜y̵̹̙͆̃͒͜͠͠ ̵͍̠͕̆̽t̶͇͆̇̌̈́ő̵̡̙l̸̙̳͑̔̓͒̊l̴͍͉͔͓͖̭͌.̷͍͊̄̄̊"̶͓̀

̸̺͈̤̲͂̈́͂̌ ( Fulfil your desire until I come back for my toll.)
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Volo Shirona



The Pokémon devil -Giratina




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[ 𝗜𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗲 𝗖𝗹𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝘀 "𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹" - 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘆. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗶𝘁-𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀, 𝗶𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝗰 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻. 𝗦𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘅𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘄; 𝗖𝗹𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲, 𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗰𝗵𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗖𝗹𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀. 𝗧𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿, 𝗠𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗼𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀: 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗻𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗖𝗹𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗠𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗖𝗹𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗺. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗔𝗴𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁-𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗺 𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 (𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲) 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆.]