Posted at 6:06 am on May 29, 2015 by:
Red Spyder (Guardian of Wickedness)
Visiting a dear, old friend.
The door closed itself after Darkspade and Angel disappeared through it. It wasn't long after when Red's two halves began to pull themselves back together, the flesh merging, leaving what looked like a scar running down his entire body, before smoothing out.
His body remaining motionless for several seconds, it then arched upward as he breathed once again and the final words on his tongue before being sliced in half came out in the form of: "YYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUU'LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL DDDDDDDDDIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!"
He sat up, quickly looking around, ready to continue to fight. It quickly dawned on him that Spade and Angel were gone. The match was over and he'd lost. Losing the match concerned him far less than failing to kill Spade. He'd hoped to end the Unholy One right there in the Gate of Wickedness. Instead, he managed to worm his way out to safety.
Standing, Red started to walk away from the scene of his most-recent defeat, his drying blood on the dirt the only remainder of the state Spade left him in. He didn't get far when the chains of the shackles that Angel summoned pulled tight. Looking down at them for a moment, he sent a wave of Wickedness through his body, causing the shackles to shatter into thousands of tiny, metal shards.
Free again from those damn things, Red continued moving. Anyone who might have been watching in that desolate place possibly would have thought Red was merely wandering aimlessly. Reaching a street, he glanced around at the cracked, crumbling buildings that lined the equally damaged pavement.
Along his way down the street, he encountered a wild dog who lunged at him from an open doorway. Catching the dog by its neck when it jumped through the air to bite his throat, there was a loud snap and he dropped the now lifeless dog to the ground. Reaching down, he grabbed the bottom half of the dog's left rear leg, wrenching it around until there was a wet ripping. A snack.
At the end of the street, Red walked up the stone steps of a building that was possibly once a city hall. Kicking open the double, wooden doors, one of the doors flying off of its hinges in the process, he strode across the dusty, marble floor to another door. Gently opening this door, he made his way down a narrow flight of concrete steps that seemed to lead to whole other world altogether. A world of torch-lit, carved out tunnels, the clinking of chains and the occasional scream of the slaves they bound echoing throughout them.
Chewing on the meat of the dog's leg, leaving a smear of blood around his mouth, he made his way through the maze of tunnels. Most would get hopelessly lost down there. The Guardian of Wickedness knew exactly where he was going, thanks to his time spent there before regaining his memory.
He walked past several slaves, all of whom were out of their minds, no idea of who they previously were or how they ended up in such a hellish place. Despite their scrambled minds, they got quiet when Red was near them, almost a kind of automated response to his presence.
Reaching another, wider flight of steps, Red entered a chamber that looked like some kind of underground temple. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all made of carved blocks of stone, similarly designed, round pillars holding up the ceiling.
Throwing aside the partially devoured dog leg, Red wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before approaching a figure huddled down at the far end of the room. This figure was also a slave. A special one, as indicated by immense amount of shackles attached to him. Unlike the other slaves, this one still had his mind intact.
Stopping a few feet in front of this slave, Red crossed his arms and said, "I see that even you have found your place here!"
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Visiting a dear, old friend. - Red Spyder (Guardian of Wickedness) - 6:06:05 AM on 05/29/2015
