A white spear gleaming under the sunlight, flying through the air, whistling past Misa’s ear. A sickening A white spear gleaming under the sunlight, flying through the air, whistling past Misa’s ear. A sickening squelch. She looked down in horror, unable to register the pain. The tip of the spear stained red forever by her blood.
An otherworldly grunt. Misa raised her head and saw crimson eyes, stark against a black abyss, glaring at her.
“Help…me…” a voice. A thin, wiry voice barely clinging to life. It took a moment for Misa to realize it came from her. She gazed into the red eyes, so large and dark she could see her reflection. Hethel’s reflection.
“Help…”
Laughter echoed in Misa’s ears. A maniacal cackle that laughed at Misa’s pain and terror. It resonated from
