Part II - Inheritance (II)
Just as he entered the secret room, the entrance closed behind him,leaving him in the dark.
"Damn it, I can't see a thing! Where's my phone?" he said.
While he was fumbling fruitlessly in the dark, lamps ahead of him lit up of their own accord, revealing the room he was in to be a corridor.
"Oh well, saves me the trouble, guess i should go on...." he said to himself.
After walking for what seemed like long time to him, the boy finally saw light at the end. Without a second thought, he rushed towards the source.
He found himself standing before an altar of sorts. The image of an Ifrit was intricately carved into the wall. A crimson box bound with black chains sat on the altar.
While he was wondering what to do next, a voice said " please show proof of your identity."
Confused, the boy hadn't the slightest idea what the voice meant. Voicing his confusion, he shouted back " whaddaya mean proof identity? And who and where the hell are you!?"
The voice did not answer his question. It merely said curtly "please show proof of your identity, you have ten seconds."
This made the boy more confused and infuriated. "What are you talkin' about!?" he shouted.
"eight"
"Hey! Hang on a sec!"
"seven"
"What the fuck is going on here!?" (foul mouthed isn't he? XP)
"six"
"This isn't funny!"
"five". At that moment, panels in the walls slid open. The boy could see arrows lined up in them, all aiming at him, waiting to pierce his flesh.
"four"
The boy had no choice, he began thinking quickly.
"two"
Suddenly, he thought of the ring his father gave him before the former left. It was a mysterious thing, jet black with a streak of hot crimson.
"one"
He figured he might as well take his chances. He shot up his hand with the ring on it and yelled "here! Will this do? My dad gave it to me!"
"That will be sufficient, thank you very much," was all he got in reply. The panels slid shut and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Damn it, I can't see a thing! Where's my phone?" he said.
While he was fumbling fruitlessly in the dark, lamps ahead of him lit up of their own accord, revealing the room he was in to be a corridor.
"Oh well, saves me the trouble, guess i should go on...." he said to himself.
After walking for what seemed like long time to him, the boy finally saw light at the end. Without a second thought, he rushed towards the source.
He found himself standing before an altar of sorts. The image of an Ifrit was intricately carved into the wall. A crimson box bound with black chains sat on the altar.
While he was wondering what to do next, a voice said " please show proof of your identity."
Confused, the boy hadn't the slightest idea what the voice meant. Voicing his confusion, he shouted back " whaddaya mean proof identity? And who and where the hell are you!?"
The voice did not answer his question. It merely said curtly "please show proof of your identity, you have ten seconds."
This made the boy more confused and infuriated. "What are you talkin' about!?" he shouted.
"eight"
"Hey! Hang on a sec!"
"seven"
"What the fuck is going on here!?" (foul mouthed isn't he? XP)
"six"
"This isn't funny!"
"five". At that moment, panels in the walls slid open. The boy could see arrows lined up in them, all aiming at him, waiting to pierce his flesh.
"four"
The boy had no choice, he began thinking quickly.
"two"
Suddenly, he thought of the ring his father gave him before the former left. It was a mysterious thing, jet black with a streak of hot crimson.
"one"
He figured he might as well take his chances. He shot up his hand with the ring on it and yelled "here! Will this do? My dad gave it to me!"
"That will be sufficient, thank you very much," was all he got in reply. The panels slid shut and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Part II - Inheritance (II)
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