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Children Of The Prophecy - Pt. 2

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A/N: that moment when you want to describe a building but you have no idea how those things are called in your native language (left alone English)

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“Hey, Allie!” Will’s voice echoed through the house “We’re gonna be late!”

He was dressed in all black, a big hood covering his unruly chocolate brown hair and half his face. 

He was putting his shoes on when he heard footsteps on the stairs. He immediately recognized the pattern as his sister’s and turned around to face her.

Alyssa Blackwood, also known as the twin with common sense (or at least to some extent), stood before him. She was dressed similarly, the only difference being her thin-rimmed glasses.

She also put her shoes on, and reached for a coat, but then retracted her hand and instead looked at the weather widget on her phone.

“How the hell is it 18℃ already?” she asked, exasperated “we literally had a blizzard last week”

Will just shrugged, apparently used to the absolute mish-mash of a winter, and took out a spring jacket.

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Fifteen minutes later, the twins were standing in front of Hotel Morad.

It was huge, but not really impressive in its build. It was ten stories high (not counting the ground floor, of course). It was in the corner of a busy intersection, right in the sweet sweet city of Warsaw. 

It had a ton of windows, and by ‘a ton’ I mean a lot. It also had no balconies for some reason, maybe the architects thought it was safer that way.

The building itself was flint-colored, with olive details. The ground floor was painted black, with giant white Corinthian pillars supporting the first floor. There were more windows, this time reaching from the floor to the ceiling. The entrance was on the right side of the building and consisted of a revolving door with a cornice on top.

They nonchalantly waltzed inside, making sure to take in the floor plans. 

The interior wasn’t much different than the outside. It was clean, pristine almost, which probably took a lot of work from the janitors. 

The walls were mostly white, although some of them had a slight silvery gray tint to them. There were a lot of potted plants, from succulents to small palm trees to some unidentified green bush, or rather—as the tag said—Jerzy. Most of the flowerpots and counters were made of birch wood, with—in the case of the counters— granite countertops.

On the right from the entrance, there was a lounge area with porpoise sofas and a big TV displaying a football match.

On the left was a boring-looking reception desk, with an even more bored receptionist behind it. 

They were on their phone, paying no mind to the new arrivals. 

The twins strolled to the elevators, which were vis-a-vis the entrance. Luckily there was no one inside.

Will pressed the button for the fourth floor, and they started ascending. After reaching their destination, the elevator made a ‘ding’ sound and Allie pushed the button for the second floor. 

Four buttons later, the lift stopped on the fifth floor.

Someone, no, a woman, entered the small space. They didn’t dare look at her.

“Do góry?” the woman asked, in a sweet, soft voice. The kind you’d use to talk to an animal or a child. They didn’t acknowledge her.

Allie looked at the small screen above the buttons, displaying the time for reaching the final floor. 

Fifteen seconds.

“Ładna dziś pogoda, hm?” the woman kept questioning

Ten seconds

“Jak tam wasza mama?”

Five

Despite not knowing what the woman was saying, the next sentence filled them with dread: “Myślicie, że ona zasługiwała na śmierć?” her voice has lost its sugary tone, and now seemed disturbing, inhuman almost

Allie had never thought she would be happy to hear that dinging sound. 

She grabbed Will by his arm and half-dragged him out of the cramped space, still not looking at Her.  

“Miłego dnia, dzieciaczki!” the woman cheered, her voice back to normal

And in that exact moment, everything went to shit. Allie really tried to stop it, believe me, and yet nothing could stop her brother’s impulses.

“What did she say?” asked Will, not quite aware of the consequences. Yet.

Well you see, that was a mistake, and it could cost them tremendously. 

Because the woman was not human, and not to be interacted with. Nor acknowledged by the travelers.

The woman flashed them a grin, full of sharp, pointed teeth. Definitely not something that was supposed to be in a person’s mouth. Well, if they were human, at least.

Allie reacted quickly. She grabbed her brother’s arm, dragging him away from the elevator and deeper into the hallway.

Their footsteps loudly echoed through the corridor, The woman behind them was making no sound, which was only making it more terrifying. 

They bolted, not turning back, yet just knowing the woman was right behind them.

The hallway slowly morphed into a pathway, with dead trees on both sides, so dense it created a wall. Eliminating any possible ways of escaping.

Despite that, they kept running.

The gravel crunched under their feet as the twins made their way through the dimension. 

They ran, and ran until it felt as if there was no more air in their lungs and their legs were made of jelly.

Allie stumbled, and fell, bringing WIll down with her. 

They weren’t even sure whether the woman was still following them or not, but they didn’t dare look back.

“Hey, look!” her brother whisper-shouted, pointing at something while helping her up

It was a small gap in the unbreachable wall the trees created, a simple crack leading to salvation.

They crawled through the opening, got to their feet, and glanced through the hole,

The woman made no noise, and was nowhere to be seen, although there seemed to be a strange red glow getting closer and closer.

Will ducked, signaling for Allie to do the same. 

The glow seemed to approach the only crack in the barrier separating them from their unmistakable demise, and stay there for what felt like an eternity.

It felt as if it knew they were there, just a few feet from it.

And then, it just disappeared.

Allie finally felt able to take a deep breath. 

She felt a hand grabbing hers, and so she gave into its gentle lead.

“Where are we going?” she asked 

Her brother didn’t reply.

“Will?”

Something was wrong

“Will?” she repeated, louder

“Allie?” she heard, a faint voice in the distance “Where are you? I can’t see you!”

She felt her blood run cold. If that was Will’s voice, then who was dragging her through the forest?

“WI—” she screamed, trying to get her hand free, but was cut off by a cold hand pressing on her mouth

She felt herself turn rigid and paired with how pale and cold she was, she might as well have been a corpse.

“Shhhh” she heard, in a hushed voice 

Allie glanced at the person, not being able to make out their features. What she was able to make out, however, was that they were shaking their head from side to side, while mouthing her brother’s name.

Despite everything, she understood the implication. Whoever was the owner of Will’s that voice was not in fact her twin.

She took a shaky breath and felt the hand lift from her mouth.

“What’s going on?” she asked, voice quiet

The person just stared at her in question, the whites of their eyes shining in the darkness.

She heard a twig snap somewhere close, and she was sure the person also heard it because their eyes widened.

Allie felt them move but wasn’t sure where. A big branch was placed in her hand.

“Allie?” she wasn’t so sure it was her brother anymore, ‘his’ voice had that strange note in it. It was cracking, as if whatever was pretending to be him was struggling to use its vocal cords. “Hey, I think she’s gone! I heard her run down the path.” ‘heard’?  Huh, weird “We should get our asses out of here!”

She felt the same cold hand on her shoulder, keeping her glued to the ground. 

“Hey, Will?” she heard a voice say. It took her a while to realize it was her own “What is my middle name?”

“Why would you ask me that right now?” again, his voice cracked, this time more subtle. The thing was learning.

“Just answer me, please” This was so wrong

“It’s Nadine, of course” So something was really wearing her brother’s face, huh? And a mistake like that, so easy to avoid? 

She could see him it in a small patch of moonlight. She readied the bough

“No, it’s not,” she said slowly, with a strange clarity, considering what she was about to do

The thing lunged at her, and she instinctively swung the branch. It hit something, and she heard a dull thud.

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Will awoke slowly.

The first thing he noticed straight away was that his head was pounding. 

The second, was that he was tied up.

He opened his eyes, cringing at the bright light almost blinding him.

It took him a while to make out the silhouette of his sister, standing in front of him.

They were in a shed of some sort. He looked around.

Yep, definitely a shed. 

He noted the chains hanging on the wall, the wooden floor with a weird stain in the center of it, and how the light didn't seem to reach one of the corners.

"What's going on?" He asked, trying and failing to move against the restraints

"What's the last thing you remember?" Questioned Allie, her voice weirdly devoid of emotion. Despite being of similar height, she was towering above him.

Will's memory was foggy "The uh, woman? Chasing us?" He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably "We fell, I think?"

"Well done," she said "That's the only question you seem to know the right answer to"

He didn't know what she meant by that.

"Wh—What's that supposed to mean?"

His sister flashed him a creepy-looking grin. 

“Allie, are you possessed?” he asked in a high-pitched voice “Or something?”

Allie snickered, pacing around him. “Hah, that’s rich, coming from you”

That’s when something clicked “O—okay, so you think I’m possessed, yeah?” he pronounced each word carefully, eyeing his sister “So, maybe I can prove to you I’m not?” 

Allie pondered the idea for a second, and then said “Sure.”

“Really?” he asked, like a fool

“No.”

His sister took out a knife. 

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“Hey Als?” said Will, sitting down next to his sister

There was a moment of silence, the only sound being the quiet buzzing of a light bulb.

“Yeah?” she replied, not looking at him

“I don't think we were in The Otherworld…” he started “It was different, I don’t know what went wrong, but—”

Allie shifted slightly “Do you ever shut up about that stupid realm?!” she yelled, jumping to her feet “All you do is talk about that stupid dimension, or The Lady In Red, or the fact that you don’t remember half the trip there! For two. fucking. weeks.”

He flinched at that 

“Just shut the hell up, okay?!” and with that, she stormed off, leaving him on the floor, his back against the living room wall

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Hello, fellow mortals, it's me again.

This part is kinda short (I had to rewrite like half of the chapter, oof) Still, I hope you'll enjoy it

By the way, Józio is a polish name and it's pronounced Yoo-zioh (or something like that)

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Thx, BK! I really like this trend! Also, this gonna be long *looks at my over 8hrs spotify playlist*

S - Strangers by Sigrid

T - The Nights by Avicii

U - Unsteady by X Ambassadors

C - Carry on my wayward son by Kansas

K - King and lionheart - Of Monsters and Man

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I - Invincible by Ruelle

N - Na ostrzu - Ewa Farna

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T - Try by P!nk

H - Hymn for the Weekend by Coldplay

A - All I want by Echos

T - Toxic thoughts by Faith Marie

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M - Monsters by Ruelle

O - Odds Are by The FifthGuys, Thatsimo, RIELL

R - Run by OneRepublic

T - This is the hunt by Ruelle

A - America's sweetheart by Elle King

L - Love again by Alok, Alida

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F - Fire meets fate by Ruelle

O - One day by Lovejoy

R - Rituals by Jiovanni Daniel

M - Moth Man by Dirty Bynum

Tagging: @blood-of-ink @irathgo @blackrosesandwhump @i-write-whump and @whump-a-la-mode no pressure and sorry if you already did this

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Yooooo I was tagged by @whumpers-inc to spell out my URL using song titles! And I think that’s neat.

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A - “All Star” by Smash Mouth

G - “Green Finch and Linnet Bird” from Sweeney Todd

E - “Emperor’s New Clothes” by Panic! At The Disco

N - “No Children” by The Mountain Goats

T - “Taunt” by Lovejoy

A - “Always Gold” by Radical Face

N - “Nightmares Never End” by JT Music

G - “Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy” by Fall Out Boy

S - “Since I Saw Vienna” by Wilbur

T - “The Times They Are a’Changin’” by Peter, Paul, & Mary

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This was great! And also made me realise the alliteration of my chosen URL has lead to many repeating letters!

Tags! @galaxywhump , @thatsgonnaleaveamark , @utopian819 , @whumper-in-training , @whumping-to-conclusions , @mabledonut / @its-getting-worse , @rough-n-tumblers , and anyone else who would like to give this a go! It’s pretty neat :3

Wanted to post more pages

Forgot the thing from my school locker

Sooo I was bored and I made this

Children Of The Prophecy - pt. 4

Tw: mild Swearing, mild suffocating, stealing?

Summary: Jesse and her father visit a church

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Jesse followed the man through the castle's gloomy hallways. The ceiling was high, and so far away, she could barely make out its blurry outline.

The hallway in itself was about five meters wide and reminded her of a maze in its seemingly never-ending eternity. 

Every few meters, there seemed to be yet another tunnel-like corridor, branching out from the main one like a horribly tall tree.

The man was silent, unnaturally so, but then again, every single thing about him seemed strange and, for a lack of a better word, artificial. Jesse had already figured out that he wasn't human, but presumably demonic in nature. Despite being a demonology student, she couldn't figure out what exactly he was. Possibly an Upiór?

"Hey uh," Jesse picked up her pace, noticing she had stayed behind "what are you, exactly?"

If the man was surprised by how straightforward she was, he didn't show it. He didn't even turn around to look at her.

"The name's A'graeth" he said flatly, as if he was waiting for her to ask "Welcome to my castle"

There was something eerily familiar to the man, like he was an old friend of Jesse's. She, however, doubted that.

They finally stopped in front of a huge mahogany door with a golden handle. A'graeth unceremoniously opened it and entered the room. Jesse followed.

It looked like a nursery. The walls were covered in some nice, flower print wallpaper, with a giant window on the wall in front of them. Silky red curtains framed it nicely, cascading down à la  waterfall of blood. In front of the window was a rug, and on top of it stood a crib with a mobile hanging above it. It was made of five little birds, and some feathers. It looked handmade.

It was a pleasant surprise, considering she expected either a torture chamber or a dungeon.

"Come" he said, his voice still monotone

There was a rocking horse on the left, and some shelves on the right, which Jesse deemed unimportant.

She headed straight for the crib, and without hesitation slid her hand across its wooden frame. She blinked, and when she opened her eyes again she saw three people in the room with her. 

A man, dressed in a black dress shirt tucked into leather pants,  with a burgundy-ish camisole from the earlier mentioned material. He had knee-high boots, and a belt with a sword attached to it. His shoulders were covered by a dark cape that reached his ankles. His hair was black, shoulder length, and wavy, his eyes — dark, like the sky before a storm.

Next to him was a woman, with hair that reached her waist in a majestic cascade of fiery red curls. Her skin was the color of honey, and covered in hundreds of freckles. A tiara made of thin wire and pearls sat on the top of her head. 

Her small frame was encased in the emerald green silk dress she wore. It was floor length, with an off-shoulder neckline. Her arms were covered by see-through bell sleeves. Her slim neck was decorated by a delicate gold choker. She—just like the man—had a cape, but hers was made of gold-white fur.

She was holding something in her arms, and after a while Jesse realized it was a small child, probably a few months old, swaddled in a blanket made of a fabric in a similar color to her dress.

The woman was looking at the little child lovingly with her furiously green eyes, and humming quietly.

The man leaned over her shoulder, and, putting his arms around her, whispered: "She's beautiful, love" 

The woman smiled, keeping her eyes fixed on the  infant. "Yes, she is," she said "Our lī jen" 

The woman approached the crib, and gently placed the child in it, covering her with another blanket.

She turned to the man, still smiling 

"Hello?" Said Jesse, unsure if she wanted someone to answer her

The man abruptly turned his head in her direction, his face full of something she couldn't quite place. It was unsettling. 

For a second the whole room seemed to flicker out of existence. Then it reappeared for a short second, only to disappear yet again.

Jesse jumped, looking around, startled.

Everything was consumed by darkness so thick you could slice it with a knife. Jesse however did not have that privilege.

She turned around, scanning her surroundings. Soon she realized she could see a faint red glow, coming from a figure standing still. She slowly approached it, making sure to be as quiet as possible.

After further investigation the figure turned out to be the black-haired man. He was staring at her, his eyes suddenly looking empty, like he had no soul.

And that's when she realized who he was. A'graeth. Does that mean he had a family? She thought, What happened to them?

She felt a shiver creep up her spine. None of the people earlier seemed  to notice her, and the whole thing appeared to be just a projection of some sort. Up until A'graeth turned to her, looking as if he knew she was there, staring at them.

She stopped, dead in her tracks. This didn't seem like a good idea anymore. Not like she had any others.

Luckily—or, more likely, unluckily—for her, A'graeth reached out with his hand, and placed it on her forearm.

She felt the world disappear, all she could sense was cold, and the fact the air around her seemed to shake. 

It all lasted for less than a second, and then she was back in the nursery.

This time it looked awful. 

The wallpaper was torn, the curtains lay on the floor, ripped to shreds. The crib was scorched, the wood burned down almost completely. The rocking horse was thrown haphazardly across the floor, its insides torn out and laying in a heap next to it. 

The only thing that seemed relatively untouched was the mobile above the crib. 

Jesse approached it, and took one of the birds in her hand. Sure, the feathers started melting at the edges, but the rest looked fine.

She heard a noise behind her, and turned abruptly.

In the doorway, on the stained rug, stood A'graeth.

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Hello, welcome to the land of shitty WiFi and broken Google docs.

Anyway, my school had started and I'll have to focus more on learning cuz it's the final year and tbh I'm not really happy with it.

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