Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin-Chapter 137

What I see is as hard to describe as it is to make sense of.

It is as if someone had passed a hot knife in space itself, the area is crooked and shaped oddly, a mirror exploding but being stopped in time the moment the flames went wild, the edges sharp and bustling, a moving mirage almost alive and pulsating with melted shapes and colors, a mural broken and spaced out in the air.

All of that surrounds an even stranger figure in the middle.

It is... half a person actually, the skin pale with the tone of death and thin like paper, the arms stretch out above by chains that has the ends floating in the air, te same low atmosphere effect pulling the body’s long jet black hair above and moving as if under the sea, whipping about like a long foxes black tail.

But there are no legs or lower body to hold a real tail, and if the serene ashen face, eyes locked close, not complete body weren’t enough to show this person is not alive anymore, the exposed open ribcage would give that certainty.

And yet, apparent for all to see, is a beating heart right at the center of this grotesque scene, the ribs, like petals, embracing and framing an organ that yet should have been long dead.

"This is... this is madness! How can she remain so intact like that..." Natasha seems surprised by what we see, but mostly by the strange conditions we find the body at.

However I, who had the time and the eyes to see it all before they even landed there, figure out why the conditions were so strange, and why the city is the way it is with it.

"The fog, is keeping her body alive, is restoring her." Both look at me with widen eyes and approach the figure a little to see better, and even if I do not need I still padded my way together with them, rasping my diamond claws on the rocky surface, eager to test them out in battle.

"The legs, they are..." The fog is actually slipping through the closed mouth and eyelids like cigarette smoke, going up and spreading above and beyond to feed the still hungry dead predator of this place, th realy sublte part is that part of the fog is actually coming back towards it, ever so slowly and like pieces of sand would pile up and form the image we have before us, only to not glue well and dissolve like gravel.

"So many years ago, and still you cling to your greed like this, how it is possible..." Natasha seems shocked by the vision, two creatures destined to have died a long time ago and yet are still here by some sick joke of fate.

"Since no one came here there is no new life to take, so perhaps that’s why she did not manage to grow all her limbs back." Ethan says as I nod. "And perhaps that’s why the fog is expanding little by little over the years, searching for new prey, new energy to fill her back to life..."

Whatever the reason was it is still bizarre and grotesque to think about, the Abyss elements and the powers of a Witch proving to be quite the transcending logic type of power.

And the sacrificial type too.

Now the crystal around my neck is pulsating so much that is even standing up in the air, pointing right at the center of the creatures still pulsating heart.

I frown, exchanging looks with Ethan who just shrugs, but soon we discover that, even after so many years, as we try to approach it, this witch’s power had not dimmed enough, and the more we tried to get close the more I felt the same pressure as before, the same sensation of a hand trying to squish my heart down, not giving it enough space to beat, and in the end we all three ended up gasping and moving back from it.

"T-That wouldn’t do, why is the tail not working?" Ethan asks, but I answer while shaking my fur in place.

"It is, otherwise we would be dead already, perhaps covering three people is too much so close to the source?" I question, with the demon lady resting on Ethan’s shoulder, unable to separate even if capable of standing on her own.

"It won’t work, you know, I’ve already tried." Suddenly as we were discussing what to do to approach her, and when we can what will we do too, when a familiar yet changed voice sounds from the side making us all turn our heads.

It is Kasumi, but not as we know him so.

It wasn’t a kid looking at us anymore, but a grown up fox demon, the features still young and alluring as the fox clan is known to have, an almost genderless body if not for a few masculine hints here and there.

But the black short hair, the pointy fox ears, and the cherry lips lose their enchanting effect when the right side of his face melted down, corroded, the teeth along the jawline and part of the bone visible without any skin to cover it, the remained wrinkled black and glued to what’s left to hold up to.

"Ahhh, seems that putting the tail back wasn’t enough now, are you satisfied demon?! Are the results up to your standards uhm?!" There is a crazy light in his eyes that he could not hide anymore, intensified by his growing grotesque appearance.

Ethan does not respond, already aware of the possibility of such an outcome once he took Kasumi’s tail secretly last night, a very long time to be cut off from his source of power, with dire consequences coming out of it, but any tribulation is put on hold by the great risk at hand, and if Ethan was already prepared to face the consequences of his actions and ever thought to be ashamed of his actions in case the fox proved to be innocent and would have paid for Ethan overly cautious behavior, proving himself right would not arise any shame at all for sure, prepared as he may for the worst outcome, this one is not the best but the one he expected.

So when confronted like this, Ethan’s only response is to quietly unsheathe his black sword and, with a serious face, position himself to strike back.

"Ohh? Not even a word, is that it? Am I not worthy of even a word of response after you ruined my life?! Very well then... I shall crush you without another word!"

Only then Ethan face reacts to his words, a full of teeth smile that says: Finally, action at least! I was eager for this.

I just sight while outstretching my claws.