It was hot, and something burned his nose with a breath stealing intensity. A deep boom resonated behind him as the door in this other place shut tight. Ruin made his way into the darkness that was more familiar than he liked. “He’ll punish me.”Ī doorway leading into another darkness appeared before him.
The dread in her voice invoked Ruin’s wrath. Then he felt it, fingers clutching him and instantly, he began to follow the connection. He waited, listening as the trembling air turned to low growling. Ruin released a small ripple of power, warm and inviting. Whatever caused her to build that wall was there. Ruin looked around in the dark, feeling a slow growing tremble in the air. A part of her that filled him with an urgency to find and protect it. The air beyond the wall was dark and frigid, and somewhere in the distance, he sensed Isadore. When he created a large enough passage, Ruin quietly slipped through the barrier and quickly shut it before she could become aware he’d breached it. He listened to himself speaking, discerning her vitals. Fear, agony, pain, shame, confusion-it all leaked into his palm until the surface weakened. Immediately, he began to absorb its makeup into himself, bit by bit. He turned his attention to the wall before him and placed his hand on its surface to discern what it was made of. He saw Isadore’s closed eyelids from the inside, like filtered light through two windows at the end of the tunnel. When he finally made it to the wall in her mind, he looked back and saw himself at the end of a long dark hall, sitting in the chair with his eyes closed, speaking to her. He’d laced the words with safe and happy emotions, like a drug.
He kept his words low and soft, watching her study them as he stepped quietly past her awareness and continued on while she was distracted with unraveling the puzzle he’d given her. Entering through her eyes, Ruin slowly made his way toward the wall he’d seen when staring long enough into her gaze. He wasn’t sure what it was called, only that he heard it alongside other languages when he learned words. Ruin began reciting what he was doing in his supernatural tongue. “I’m going to talk to you and I want you to focus on figuring out what I’m saying. “Close your eyes,” Ruin said, doing the same, using his supernatural sensors to guide him. Which was distract her while he got around that wall. He finally allowed his power to push back in a soft wave of something conducive for what he needed to do. Ruin knew she was nervous, he could feel it pushing at his power. “Your way?” She seemed maybe a little impressed.
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