46 Death P1 (1/2)

When that flash of light came, Emil felt a brief instant of pain and then there was nothing.

Emil looked around but he could only see darkness.

[Where am I?] He thought.

His memory was a little fuzzy but scenes and pictures gradually came back to him.

[I...I remember!] Emil thought as memories flashed into his mind like a tidal wave. He was fighting the King and then he saved Lilium before being consumed by a blinding light.

[Lilium...I hope she's safe.]

”Boy!” A voice sounded from behind him.

Turning around Emil saw a strange sight. In the void of darkness there was a table with a lamp stuck securely on it.

Sitting at the table was an old man in stylish foreign clothes that made the ones he and the Seraphim wore look primitive in comparison.

”Come and sit boy.” The old man gestured towards him as a chair appeared on the other side of the desk.

Emil obediently sat in the chair and got a closer look at the old man.

His hair was thin and grey, his features were bony as if he hadn't eaten anything in weeks. His skin was deathly pale and his eyes glowed with a dim white light.

On the side of the desk was a briefcase that had many abstruse patterns that shifted places on it. The old man opened the briefcase and took out a piece of paper which he then placed on the desk, a red pen appeared in his hand and then he stared at Emil.

”Boy, do you know that you're already dead?” The old man said with a gruff voice.