A white skeleton with pupils that change color and shape, short in stature, wearing a small, light brown, open coat that ends just above where his belly would be, with a light, malleable white armor underneath, reaching down to his hips. He wears loose brown pants and leather shoes. Around his neck is a large scarf, tied in several knots. Black paint stains his cheek, and on his back is a reinforced wooden staff.
He walks through a massive cathedral. The ceiling, painted with angels and cherubs, truly seemed to be the sky. Sunlight streamed in through the yellow-tinted glass windows, creating divine beams of light on the pews the worshipers used, made of sturdy, polished wood.
The large door through which the skeleton entered closed behind him with a loud creak, making him to walk to the other side of the room. The place is completely empty, only the visitor and the sensation of a greater being with him. That is, if he believed the words of religion. Upon reaching the altar, he sees the lectern, even though the book isn't there. The decorations on the large wall behind it are imposing. The vision of a being, resembling a dragon with six wings, three on each side, each carrying a different avatar:
On the right, from top to bottom, was the purple wing, of perseverance, carrying its avatar, a skeleton with black stripes below its eyes, his name, William. Next, the orange wing, of bravery, carrying a skeleton with a hole and a bandage on its head, known as Jacob. Lastly, the yellow wing, of justice, with a two colored skeleton, a red stripe through its eye, and a crown on its head, the Koavire.
On the left, from top to bottom, was the green wing, of kindness, with a skeleton with a large stripe below its eye, Adam. Next comes the light blue wing, of patience, with a three-eyed skeleton, known as Ares. Lastly, the dark blue wing, of integrity, its avatar a normal skeleton with large pupils, called The Figure.
In the middle of the draconian monster, a red circle, determination, carrying the true being, a child.
To the ink-stained skeleton, this was complete nonsense, but he didn't care, he wasn't here to pray. Below the drawing of the avatars was a large door, slowly opening, with a large beam of light seeping through.
As it opened, a figure in iron armor walked toward him, submerged in the light coming from behind. As the visitor's eyes adjusted to the brightness, he realized it was a white skeleton with pupils of same color, a red scar on his cheek. He wore armor all over his body, a six-winged purple dragon emblazoned on his chest, and a large montante in his hand.
"Welcome, Ink, to the Cathedral of the Sun. Did you get what I asked for?" The armored skeleton asked in a dry, deep voice that echoed slightly.
"Of course I did. I'm not the best for nothing" Ink said, moving his index finger from side to side with a confident smile and his voice more tuneful "I discovered there's a chalice in the catacombs beneath this city that's said to cure all imperfections. It came from the ancient world, from who knows where, for some stupid reason"
"In the catacombs? This is going to be more annoying than I thought" The armored skeleton grunted, looking to the side thoughtfully.
"Well, that's not my problem anymore. Unless you want to pay me a little extra to get it" Ink said with a greedy smile.
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The purity's chalice
Fanfiction(Art made by: gurke-sr on Tumblr) Dream and Nightmare suffer from a unknown decease, but what if there was a cure? One would do everything to have, the other, to stop their brother.
