The Serpent

Chapter 3:
The Serpent

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Jormugand⛧

It had been approximately 160 day's since Jormugand's first arrival upon Earth's soil. Oh the wicked and immoral things that occurred within the dark crevices of the city life. Homicidal junkies killing in cold blood. Villains and crooks quenching their thirst for greed by thieving from the less fortunate. Self-loathing imbeciles drowning within their own sorrow's while self-mutilating themselves. Gluttonous hounds over indulging themselves with so many lavished luxuries to the point of their own demise.

Little did they know that diabolus himself stood there and deviously smiled at the beauty of their own foolish ways. Ignorantly devouring every single nonessential thing before them like ravenous and ungrateful beasts.

And this was the portrayal of the human race depicted within the eyes of Jormugand.

How dreary the underworld truly was. A depressing place filled with lost and suffering souls; enduring a lifetime of pain and grief. But the Earth was so alive and rich with sinful brilliance. It was almost a pity that Earth wasn't hell itself, because it could most certainly live up to that title. And how lush it was with so many fresh new souls to devour; so many delicate spirits to corrupt. Jormugand was a master of puppets among a whole world of pawn's just waiting to be toyed with… It was quite exhilarating.

There he stood on the top of a tall skyscraper while peering down at the human race like insignificant insects. The effervescence of the wind freely danced within the dark strands of his long hair. Within its blustery howl, he could faintly hear the sound of a woman sobbing nearby. With a daring effort, he boldly took a step forward and let his body drop from the skyscraper; plunging down below him like a bullet descending from the sky. Though when his feet reached the outer edge of a stone balcony, he gracefully landed upon its surface.

His beautiful and other worldly formed defied gravity itself.

The sound of his descent was silent but she could feel his vital presence standing before her. The bags of her eyes were painted with smudged mascara that trailed down her cheeks. And she brushed away a strand of her golden hair from her yellow eye's. Such grief and misery painted upon her dishearten expression. This was not the first time she had wept upon this balcony. This of course he knew, because he knew just about everything there was to know.

 

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Misa♙

With her Shinigami eye's she peered up at him; noticing nothing but a few unearthly hieroglyphs plastered above his head. Little did she knew that these hieroglyph's translated into the world: Diabolus.

Her pupils contracted as her golden eye's grew wide.

"Y-Your lifespan… I can't see it…" Her eye's squinted to focus more clearly, but the characters remained the same. "Who… who are you?"

"Poor little Misa Amane. You've been crying here every night baring such conflict within your soul. Well tell me, is tonight the night? Are you going to throw yourself off of this balcony and plummet to the solid ground beneath? Or are you going to wait for him to come back to you?"

An eerie sensation tingled at her spine but at the same time she was completely baffled at his questioning. Typically, Misa was very sprightly and vibrant but she had lost her glow to the distress of heartbreak. But how did he seem like he knew so much? Was he just intuitive enough to land a lucky guess? Was he a stalking pervert who had been watching her cry for several nights? Perhaps… or perhaps she was speaking to the devil himself.

Nonetheless, whoever this mysterious stranger was, he couldn't have been more right. She had been here every night for several months drowning in her own tears having nothing but the stone cold ground to comfort her. To be released from such great deal of pain would be the bittersweet ending she so desired. The comfort of death seemed like the only way out, but at the same token it would mean that all this time she had been waiting would be for not.

All this time she had been waiting for him: Light Yagami.

"Light…"

She fell back into her sobbing while speaking his name with a quivering voice.

Jormugand simply placed his hand on to her head while tenderly stroking her hair.

"Shhhh… Don't you cry my dear. For there is a place in the universe where all of your pain and suffering will cease to be. A never ending road lined with peace and joy in which you may wander freely for the rest of your life. A world where the flowers never stop growing, where the trees are always lush, and the people are beautiful. But most of all, a world in which you are able to see Light again."

Her face darted up to peer up at him; his dark hollow eyes glimmering upon his beautiful visage. The two of them both gazed at each other for what felt like an eternity.

And then she finally began to speak…

"You know where Light is? W-Where is he?" She asked with her meek voice.

"Where else would he be? Consistorium of course…"

"Consi…storium?" She stuttered in confusion from this word.

"Consistorium is a small world that is intertwined within a series of stars and planets. It derives inside the galaxy known as Andromeda; a galaxy that isn't far from our Milky Way. There is a realm that links our world and Consistorium together; Astral Imperium is its name. Tell me Misa, have you ever heard of the hidden mountain known as Hoshi No Mountain?"

Misa provided him with a silent response by merely shaking her head.

"Hoshi No Mountain is not so far from Tokyo. It is one of the mountain's on Earth with an Astral portal nestled within it. But unfortunately, only a human being bearing a connection to someone on the other side of the Astral realm can unseal the portal. Miss Amane… I can guide you there, but you will have to be the one to open the portal."

What on Earth was spewing from his lips? Consistorium? Astral Imperium? Astral portals? None of it made any sense; it was all complete nonsensical bull shit.

"Are you drunk or something? You know drugs are extremely bad for you mister. Even if something like that was true at all, then how would you know that Light is on the other side?"

A devious smirk slowly emerged upon his face. His fingertips met with the apples of her cheeks and he bowed his head as his eyes focused within hers.

"There are things about me that you could never understand Misa Amane. The knowledge and power that lives within my spirit is incomprehensible to someone of meager mortality. Stare deep into the windows of my soul and give me one good reason that would completely contrast my honesty. Tell me Misa… would I ever lie to you?"

She was completely fixated upon him. And within the reflection of his dilated pupils, she saw the things that she had desired so very much. She saw herself reunited with Light; his arms embracing her and holding her tightly. It was so surreal yet explicit enough that she could even hear Light's voice whispering into her ear. It was almost as if his lips were right near the lobe and even the warmth of his breath could be felt upon her face.

"No… When I look into your eyes, I see the things that I want most in this entire world. And it makes me feel right as rain. Mister… Take me to this place that you call Consistorium. If it means that Light is there, I will wander that entire planet to find him."

And there he had her… She was entrapped by the visions eluding from his compelling eyes. And the moment he blinked, she fainted upon the ground before his knee's.

With the back of his hand, he swept away the hair from his shoulders. "Let us leave this place, Miss Amane."

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"Fear the deception of the Serpent… For his tongue maybe smooth as velvet, but his true purpose is as agonizing as the knife in your back."

-Mnemosyne

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