Fantasy Isekai [Name pending] Intro

 Dark. Nothing in the dark. Except – something was. A sound echoed in the dark. Scraping, and the sound of someone’s breathing. The dark adjusted and became more visible. Someone’s eyes were adjusting. Their breaths were quick and disjointed. The scraping echoed against the cobbled stone walls. A narrow hallway led deep into the dark, or perhaps away.

Something red glistened in the dark. Blood. Dripping against the walls, and floor – leaving a trail. A hand stretched out and rubbed against the wall, caked in blood, and pulling.

“Help!” A girl’s voice meekly cried out. “Someone help!”

The girl looked down in the dark at the red blood dripping from her abdomen. The blood was beginning to slow, perhaps the wound was coagulating already, however, she had lost a substantial amount. And some of it may not have been her own. She leaned against the wall, flicking out her left hand and prepared to weave a healing sigil. Panic stiffened her back and her stomach, which caused her wound to ache, and she stopped the spell.

She couldn’t heal the wound. It would require time without a catalyst, and time was not something she could afford. The spell would also emit a light – a light that would alert him. She didn’t want to be found. Not by him. Not when she was so close.

The girl continued her staggered pace into the dark, further and further until coming upon a room. A room from which several other tunnels stem. The torches in their iron sconce holdings are cold to the touch, even after having been lit mere moments ago.

At the front of the room is a large stone door, reinforced with iron fittings and decorated in runes which had previously held a seal.

She staggered forward, but her wound seemed to open. Again, blood dripped into her right hand, and she fell to her knees. The landing bloodying her knees, and tears formed in her eyes. She looked up at the door and her breath held in her throat as if attempting to choke her.

Towering above her, and in front of the stone door, was a black figure. Draped in a black cloak, and topped with a black mane, the armored being stood in her way. She looked away from the armored being’s head, a helmet rested upon their shoulders with two black horns protruding from the top sides, but it was in vain. A sword rested between the being’s hands in front of them. It was coated from the tip to the middle of the blade in blood.

“Why are you doing this?” The girl meekly asked. She was struck with fear, unable to move and her eyes fixed on the blade. “You were one of us. Our friend. My friend.”

She was met with silence. Then the being moved, the black plate armor joints making little sound. The being knelt, moving away the sword, and the girl felt their eyes upon her. She looked back, but she could see nothing but black beyond the helmet.

“I need something from you.” The being said in a whisper leaning closer. “Your soul.”

A chill ran over her entire body.

“Please someone…” The girl pleaded.

“Don’t worry – I’ll only take a little.” The being said raising the blade in his hands.

“Help-”

The blade struck down and through to the floor. The girl’s blood curling screams echoed through the hallways, not falling upon deaf ears – but silence. Until nothing remained in the dark – but one.