#// temsik undead yomiel and dahlia: a match made in hell

[temsikfates]

He didn't know why he was back there. This place only brought him horrible, horrible memories. Memories of his death. Of how all of this started. It brought him pain, but most of all, it brought him anger. His unbeating heart was boiling with rage and hatred at the ones responsible for his demise. Detective Jowd, the one who cornered him in this park, Inspector Cabanela who drove him to despair and left his gun at his disposition and also that brat who managed to stay in his way as he was running. He wanted them all to pay. To feel the same pain he had been through all these years.

If his deal with Sith got along smoothly, he might be able to have a chance to start anew. But nothing could take away the pain of losing her, of all people. His beloved Sissel, his childhood best friend and the love of his life. What he wouldn't do for a chance to get her back or at least, speak to her one last time. But he knew, with a deep sadness, that it was impossible.

Something rather unusual interrupted the spook's thoughts. A strange presence. He looked around to see what seemed to be a young woman. She seemed pretty and had innocent looking eyes. But there seemed to be something... off about her. Instinctively, Yomiel jumped into the ghost world. Time stopped around him as his surroundings turned dark blue, with a few glowing white spots — cores — nearby. And there it was, the strange thing Yomiel had sensed. There was a spirit's flame possessing the young woman's core, just like he was possessing his own cold, empty corpse. What could this all mean? He thought he was the only one who could possess other beings.

As he came back to the living world, his cold, dead eyes examined the stranger with suspicion, his eyes glowing dangerously in a bright cyan color under his dark lenses.

“Who are you?” The question came in a cold, harsh tone. “How are you possessing this body? I thought I was the only one who had been struck by Temsik.”

Although, he didn't see the same familiar radiation pattern emanating from her body, which only made him conclude she was possessing some other body that wasn't hers.

       Dahlia has always found herself peering into abysses. The watery tomb below Dusky Bridge, the inexplorable depths of the human heart, her own madness. Maybe that’s what has drawn her here, to Temsik Park. A crater lies in its midst, gaping wide from inside the dirt-colored ground, as if hell itself had opened its maw. Around the rim, the air fizzles with remnants of something otherworldly. What it is, she cannot say. Though it captivates her all the same. The sensation soon grows stronger. Not from within the crater—to her surprise—but from beyond. She twirls around, her red, long hair spilling behind her like blood from a knife wound.

          “My, who do we have here?”  Her brown, gentle eyes set upon the strange visitant, recognizing his state of being right away. He, too, is not of this world. The same energy she sensed from the crater emanates strongly from deep within his chest. How curious. Dahlia keeps a pleasant demeanor, intrigued, but guarded. Who knows what he is up to.  “It’s not very polite to sneak up on a lady. Much less at this hour.”  Her pale face, now graced with a smile, hangs like a moon in the dark, ghostly and bone-like.  “Are you lost, my dear?” / @temsikfates