Someone... Save Me

Chapter One

   Nightfall had already struck the land hours ago. A cold wind crept through the house and the calm Spring season was already halfway through it's course. It was strange, as the morning sun should have greeted him. Instead of this, however, what he opened his eyes to was the same dark room he had shut them to. Moonlight illuminated the room complementary to the open curtains. He would have shut them, but the fear of his own mind consumed him like how a snake wraps itself around its prey before eventually squeezing the life out of it.
His eye battled with colour, the once peaceful blue draining, leaving a vigorous purple in its place. The mage was one to fall into the grasps of his own insanity, his own corruption. He was not only victim to carrying his curse of a beast that lied within him, but he was a victim of visions.

   Frightened, he held his breath. If the things he had seen were true, there would be a lot of Hell to pay, and a lot of sorrow to be had. The greater fear wasn't the vision itself; that he didn't mind. The greater fear wasn't the people in the dream, those he knew and those he hated. The greater fear wasn't himself, which was strange seeing as he and Teneformis have always been his biggest fears. The greater fear was that what he had just seen may or may not come true. The realism that what he had visualized may not entirely happen, but specific events may lead to the ultimate downfall of not only him but someone he used to hold quite dear.

   "Give it up Azazel," Standing tall, an elf by the name of Kaven glared at the mage. Although, his stance and eye language proved his weakness and inability to fight and his sheer lack of energy and anger "You know only one of us will make it out of this."
Azazel scoffed, his eyes flashing into their deep indigo, refusing to turn back. Inches off the floor, he began levitating and could feel his magic flow through his body. The flame-like pattern that emitted from his hands were a deep black. Black like how his soul was perceived to be. The whites in his eye soon faded to the darker shade as well, leaving the colour of him only ranging from the purple from his eyes to the purple scarf that dawned his face, to the maroon belt that held up a pair of black leggings and a dark purple t-shirt, hidden by a hideous white coat that looked like it belonged in a lab. The only difference between the average lab coat and this one was the height, the inside colour, and what it was used for.

   Kaven spat in disgust, watching as Azazel began laughing.
"One does not simply tell me to give up," Azazel's voice was coarse and gravelly "Tell me, are you not afraid, Kaven? You understand how dangerous I am, don't you?" The mage smiled massively under the tight scarf that covered his mouth and lower nose. Carefully, he watched as the elf's footing moved uncomfortably underneath him. Kaven could feel his heart rate increase to a dangerous level, however, he had to try and keep his face as calm as possible. It was difficult when you were staring imminent death in the face. One wrong move, it was over. One false step. One misspoken word. One unstable action. All of it.

   "I do not question my emotion at present," He was firm in his speech. He had to be. "I do not fear you. It is not out of bravery or out of courage. The reason behind my lack of fear is merely because there is nothing to fear." Kaven had his sword positioned very carefully at his side. His right hand was wrapped firmly around it. "Tis a shame you and I couldn't sort this out like adults. We spent many decades in a childish psyche. It seemed like words failed you back then as well. Perhaps our duel was long overdue." His stance gained some authority and his palms cooled from their dampened state. He had everything to fear and he knew it. The elf took in a quiet and relatively deep breath.

   Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps emitting from behind Azazel. His face contorted into an evil smirk, unbeknownst to anyone around him because of his scarf. Carefully, he raised his left hand and clicked once. The footsteps came to an abrupt halt.
"Out of every living soul in this dimension, you were the one I had high hopes for." Azazel sighed gently. "You have put your intelligence to waste with a foolish plan like this, Gabriel. You should be ashamed of yourself, really." There was no need to check over his shoulder for there was only one person it could be. Gabriel Dius. By the movement of his hand, the mage raised the man encapsulated by his power and kept him hoisted in the air.