Nightshade has been working on controlling her abilities again. When she opened her eyes she was in an endless black void. “How did I get here?” She wondered outloud and stood from her sitting position.
Demon horns, wings, 6’1. Boycut short hair. Ear and nose piercings. Pale skin almost grey and grey emotionless eyes. Demon.
Demon horns, wings, 6’1. Boycut short hair. Ear and nose piercings. Pale skin almost grey and grey emotionless eyes. Demon.
Voice. Blah blah blah.
"Say...have we met before? Your aura...seems...quite familiar..." The disembodied voice said.
"Say...have we met before? Your aura...seems...quite familiar..." The disembodied voice said.
“I’ve met many people and forgot most of them. So I’m sorry but I wouldn’t be able to recognise you even if we did know each other.”
"Maybe this will jog your memory. Sigdros, the chaos god. Dark knight, once a paladin fallen from grace. Leo, the mage. Juniper, the man who could summon his ancestors...do you remember any of that...Nightshade?"
“Yes I do. Now that you mention it. Why have you called me back here? If I may ask.”
"It seems as though the multiverse has a hairline fracture running straight across it. All of it. And as easy as that seems to be fixed, to no avail can I get things running back to the ways they used to. Everyone who comes in will always come once again and they'll keep on returning in an endless cycle unless the fracture's fixed."
Nightshade sighed. “I’ve dealt with these before. Your right. It isn’t easy, but I know what to do...”
"It is then I will give you a choice. What world do you want to be in? Do you want to travel to the old world or somewhere new?"
"I really could care less. Whichever one is in more danger I suppose."
She debated for a moment. “The newer one.”