Little Shadow - ×Chapter 32's Beginning×

So, I've kind of already did an action and reaction piece. If you have good connections with your characters, you'll know what they say, what they do, what they think. I mean, I could throw Annie in a blizzard and know she'd be able to go outside and be completely fine. She wouldn't shiver because she isn't human, and neither is Dark. Would she go outside though? If she was meeting someone or had to get anywhere on foot, yes. But I've rambled on long enough.

I brought it up and asked if it was okay to basically use 7 characters. If not, then I'll write something. I just thought this piece was perfect for it. (There's seven on scene. 4 are coupled together as Annie's sisters. Annie herself, Dark, and a puppy.)

#CreatorsAvR

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"Annie!" sisters and demon shrieked in unison. Dark wasted no time, he darted into the blackness; the shadows poured their ooze into his skin and nostrils.

He swatted the thick ooze away, desperate to find red eyes hidden beneath the sheets of darkness. The mist settled below the demon's dance shoes, whispers mingled in his eardrum. Nothing was coherent, meaningless voices within the walls of shadow. Fog wailed and skyrocketed for Dark's throat, but descended into a figure with a muzzle. A pup covered in night's embrace lowered its head and bared its canines. Its pointy ears pinned to its head as it growled, its yellow eyes flashed a deep crimson before lunging at the demon.

Everything flashed white, Dark back peddled straight into Lina. Panic sank in his chest and the demon held his throat in terror. Soft barking dissipated into the distance, his vision cleared enough to find a blurry and confused nephlim.

Lina tapped the demon's shoulder for the third time. "Hey, you alright?"

Clearing his throat, Dark fixed his tie and blinked away the fuzzy world around him. Crimson and black came rushing to the demon's singular sense, Annie stood in the middle of a storage room. Her fingers loosely curled around a pull chain, a lightbulb buzzing overhead.

He darted forward and wrapped his arms around her body, refusing to let her move or drift into the darkness.

"I thought I lost the both of you," Dark whispered in her ear with a tremble.

Bat-like hearing cursed the eldest; Lindy scrunched her nose and tilted her head. "Both?"

Curious gazes huddled around the doorway, the crowd beyond adding more eyes due to the demon's cry for his love. Dark licked his upper lip and pressed the moist flesh together. The nephlim lowered her head and clasped her hands in front of her body. Whilst the demon gradually turned around, weighing Annie's right shoulder down with his palm.

"I didn't come here on a whim. If you could all come in, I'll explain furthe-" something wet and cold bumped into the nephlim's calf, cutting her off.

"W-What?"

Obscurations swirled around a pup who sat on the floor, wagging its tail. It nudged its snout against Annie's leg again before rubbing its cheek along her silky dress. It plopped its head onto her feet, a bitter cold tongue licked her ankle. Dark stepped around his nephlim, he crouched down (not recognizing the pup) and his eyebrow shot up in curiosity.

"Yours?" the demon asked and looked up at Annie.

Lindy rushed her sisters into the storage closet and latched the door behind her. "Impossible. I know Annie doesn't have that kind of ability."

Lina placed her hands on her thighs and leaned forward, etching closer to the puppy. "Annie's an alp, so she can control the darkness and its realm. But I've never heard of an alp summoning physical creatures from said gloom."

The nephlim sighed and crossed her arms. "The only thing I can summon is Dawn and Dusk anyway. The shadows are beyond me and out of my control."

"And what about him?" the fire witch asked in a snide manner and gestured to Dark.

The demon furrowed his brow and contemplated between the pup and Annie. He remained silent, gingerly offering his hand for the whelp to sniff.

The nephlim shook her head and lowered her arms. "He's not capable of controlling my domain. To be brutally honest, the only thing I've ever seen him do was change colors."

"I don't change colors; I'm not some RGB light."

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Now technically, Dark running into the darkness is a reaction to the previous chapter's ending:

The nephlim smacked his arm and glared at him as he rubbed where she hit. Annie turned back to face her sisters, who in return lead them to a backdoor hidden in the corner beside the stage. Music looped between bodies and beams, a distraction for unwanted ears and eyes to swing to. This left witches, a demon, and a half to be greeted with a room equivalent to the shadow realm. With it being its mother, a black hand enclosed its smokey grip around the nephlim's waist and yanked her into the void.

But that's just an explanation of why he's diving headfirst into a closet full of darkness in the first place.