Per 
The sky was black tranquility married to a poetry of stars. It was the softness that called the body and brain to rest and let the heart go to its steady rhythm. Night came as a reward of sorts, a restfulness above to calm the soul. The gentle breeze blew across the open field of golden grass, the wheat stood short to the sight of it’s viewer. No words were spoken within this golden sea, the waves of King Midas curse flowed through and through. The song of mother earth breathes into the ears of sin, her angel vocal cords springed water of unholy tears from his eyes. Standing above all with no ground to feel the comfort of motherly love. The man who viewed and heard the song of pure couldn’t enjoy the satisfying jouissance in his soul. He stood above the golden sea as gravity had no hold on him, letting him stand freely on air. The breeze brushed agents the wheat, pushing it back mildly for it to bounce right back. Wave after wave formed with no boundries of stoppage. The man watched as the gentle breeze blew agents his coat, reaching up to hold his top hat with little grip.
“…..” The gentle breeze fades away with the faint sigh he lets out. “Perfect Harmony, a mere reality that only the ones above can relish.” His hand grip the handle of his cane, his white glove stretch holding in his vexation. Letting go of his hat he flexes his arm forward to fix his sleeve. Reaching into his coat-suit to only pull out a small watch, the ticking continued as the two hands gave its notice of the time. “Quarter to twelve, I do hate leaving this place in such a short manner. But contrats don’t make themselves.” tucking the pocket watch back into its place. Reaching for his hat once more placing it over his chest. “ Now my dear, I must go.” He turns his back to what he calls dear, looking into the far beyond seeing no ends of this land of dreams.
The gentle snap echoed from his fingers, causing a ripple as the air cracks and splits. The rift open to his command. Stepping into the void of the unknown, letting reality fix itself once stepping in. Through time and space only he knew where he was going. Taking a few steps before another rift opens to him. Taking his steps carefully, stopping at the sight of two iron doors blocking his path. He lets a soft chuckle escape planting a firm grip on one of the doors. Pushing gently to only hear a voice behind him, sword being unsheathed.
It was a female knight, all suited to what her name carried. The calming voice was dominant, spoken with only her fist. “Halt Demon. Don’t move or be killed where you stand.” her amaor was standard to regular amor.
He stood still as she moved forward on him. He did not speak nor turn around. Only placing his hand from the door to his coat pocket in a fine fashion.
She kept him in check but all he started to do was hum. Turning around to face them, pulling his pocket watch out. The oddity of his smile gave tension to her, the stitches that held the sides of his mouth together. Gasp between the stitches showed his deep scared flesh that was beyond healing. The humming of his tune stuck as he pressed his pocket watch locket button, opening the clockwork inside.
In a blink of an eye he was gone with a gentle breeze blowing in her direction. “W..whe-!” one swift strike was all, the swinging motion of his left arm and his left hand being flat and sharp. Crushing through her amor easily piercing her chest, the upward force from his strike lifting her up from the ground. Only a second after she coughs up blood, feeling the fracture in her chest. Looking down as blood spuned out of her mouth and chest. Her lungs filled with blood slowly as his arm and hand started to tingle a bit.
“My hands are cold.” The brief words he spoke evolved into a song of the cold hearted. “My heart is stone…” he added bits of humming to some words extending the euphony of his words. “How do I live? He took my life, my wife, and all I've ever known.” The tingling spreads, taking his arm back letting the woman fall to her graceful death. “I see the man…That man in black. Why is he free..” Her eyes widen, seeing the man in black. The words he sang, but something was different. “Do I haunt him or does he haunts me.” It was not death nor the devil himself. “For all that I have, I have no home, For I am Revenant, and Revenant means alone.” she poorly curls up feeling this burning sensation in her, letting screams of agony fill her bloody lungs that were filled with blood no more. Her screams filled the air as the smell of change filled soul.
Her skin started to peel off bit by bit, burning innmedity coming off, the devil's curse has her in its hold. Turning her black as her eyes change red, amor breaking off. The man tipped his hat and kept singing his beloved song. “The night will come, I'll bide my time.” he only frowned as this transformation continued. “He'll fall asleep and fire will burn one last time.” the pain sergest as it unfolds in her body changing her appearance to something to behold. Her wound healed, her body grew. Black fur takes it hold and a tail that won,t let go. “ His life is mine the dead repay…” the pain only ten folds in this morphing, her head lifted up as two more sprung up from the base of her neck. Growing rapidly and maturing to her looks. Her body becomes thicc over time as her body grows then stops at a point of no return. “ I'll find her grave, and by her I will stay Until I've gone, I'll have no home. For I am Revenant, and must always be… alone.”
Those screams turn into moans as her body stops. Her breathing becomes heavy with the swinging of her tail. Her ears peel out from under her hair. Her body from human to monster, girl to cerberus. The man tips his hat back up with the glow from his eyes glaring at her. The final words he spoke smiling were ones that they responded too. “Oh Kosei. We have work to do”
With quick reflex she responded with no hesitation as her breath slows down back to normal. “Yes, Guild Master” He smiled to see a dedicated friend he once knew return to his life, it may have cost. But he didn’t care one bit as the price to pay would catch up to him later.
“Kosei dear, follow me. We’re going to find you some fitable clothing” Once again placing his palm on the door pushing forward to open it. And with a strong burst of wind burst out between the opening cracks, smothering their nostrils with the scent of sorrow and anguish. “Inhales AH! The smell of home..” He descends into the hell pit as Kosei follows close behind. Kosei hugged her chest not feeling embarrassed at all, this was new to her as the metal shell that once covered her…host was broken into pieces.
The city is as it was before, just devoid of the warmth that made it worthy of that term. It is a collection of buildings, roads laid like a carpet for a queen that will never come. Banners hang with slogans to be read only by the dust-laden wind. The market is all set up like it awaits the stall holders any moment. The only sound is the black bird that cries as if it can bring back the people who left tasty scraps if only it calls loud enough. Against the wall of the old court house is a bicycle, the chain dangling on the sidewalk. Ahead is the clock tower, forever stuck at half past noon.
“This would have been our first kingdom… But why did it have to end like that..” The landscape was utterly alien yet made all the more heartbreaking by the familiar debris under his boots. What once was a city is now a wasteland, the twisted metal of the skyscrapers break the skyline like charred trees. He instantly want to return to the countryside, to where there is still life however difficult and monotonous. At least there his eyes can roam freely over the hills and ploughed fields. There he can hear the birds and smell freshness. But this is an expedition for raw materials, it is far easier to scavenge than mine and far better for our mother, the earth. Mostly he copes just fine, but there in the scorched rubble lies a chunk of half-melted plastic that bears just enough resemblance to a baby's car seat that he doesn't dare kick it over. Whatever is under it will have to stay uncollected, his sanity is more precious than that. It's just as well the graphite clouds block the sun today, it is easier by far to take this grey graveyard in this sombre gloom.
They kept their walk going, exploring the destruction that was laid upon this city of old. Some of it wasn’t in ruin and it felt better to see some parts of this city was saved, but the emptiness was a bit dulling. The forest boundaries grow as vines grow on the empty city. A home which he like, such quietness leaves me at peace to think. “Ah, I do apologize Kosei!” turning to her taking his jacket off, he steps over to her to place it on her shoulders. “It slip my mind as this kingdom is abandon. There is no clothing that would fit your size even if there was clothing left.”
Between the three heads the middle looked at him, smiling as she hugged the jacket around her. “Thank you master, no need to apologize. We’ll be leaving soon enough yes?” This left her pondering what there next move was. The man who she called master chuckled a bit, reaching into his suit pocket. The humming of his tune stuck as he pressed his pocket watch locket button, opening the clockwork inside. The tiny iron bars striking the numbers of time, ticking with each moment.
“Yes…but there is somethings I need to retrieve from this place, something special that would benefit are journey quite a bit. Something that could change history or so I heard.” Flipping the locket door close with his thumb. “It’s among us to do what we must to protect these secrets we bare, sinful or pure.” Resuming the march to a new era forward, yet his chest tightens with ominous trepidation that fill his heart.
Their view stayed focus on the road ahead shifting here and there examining the damage of what this…kingdom could be. “Master, what is to come of us. This world is tainted with …his evil.” Looking up her summoner, even though he had mask or anything to cover his face. It was hard to dare look him in the eyes, or even look at his face. He was a complete mystery to her imagination of what he could look like. “If this thing you say is true, maybe we can escape by using it on the Gate” Exclaiming as she followed, her heads looked at each other before looking around, watching their surrounds as the castle of this forsaken kingdom was not to far for them to see.
The castle is more ancient than any bone left in the soil. The once smooth rock is pitted and scarred. This old man of the hill knows how fleeting time is, how soon the present becomes the past and the important becomes the irrelevant. In this hallowed and ancient site the trees have seen the centuries blow past in the winds of each season and witnessed the folly of our struggles. Walls stand mute, water awaits the call of the wind to ruffle and move as molten glass of deepest green. Grey stone rises from the land, unapologetic and bold to defy entrance and protect what has been entrusted to their care. Below the uneven patches of grass are arrowheads of old, hilts of broken swords and armour that failed to protect. Beneath the chorus of the birds they can hear the voices of old, the clash of metal on metal and the pounding of horses hooves. They stand where knights stood, see what kings, dukes and peasants saw. In this pale light, were it not for the tell tale signs of weathering, it could be almost any century in the past seven hundred years.
The inside seen better days as the infestation of grass and vines weakened the interior. The furniture ruin or rotten from the open holes in the place. Not protecting the furniture from the harsh weather. The fail stench of rotten flesh could almost make any nose flinch from the toxic stench. Rats chipped away at anything left over, even the flesh of the dead study their relentless stomach hunger. The unity of there feast evaporates as the steps of the passing guest venture into the ruins of old. The rat themself scrammed into the bone piles themselves hiding with in the clothing. The adequate surroundings still acted like cover for trap of any kind.
He patted his hand agents the walls of old swiping dust and dirt alike from its surface. The two companions walked through the halls of knight honor and kings rooms, yet it was all to ruin as the structure in some parts had collapse making its a bit difficult to check different paths they come across. Lady Luck was with them seemly as the path ahead had two iron doors like the kingdom gates. It was not as big but looks can be deceiving. Kosei kept her sights straight as her side heads looked around for her unaware of the danger this place held.
“Master, I-If I may ask what is this thi-” her moment to speak was overruled by his own. “Kosei Do not question what it is or what it looks like. Its power is unrivaled and can power anything its connected to. So please don’t let distractions interfere with your mind.” shutting her down with a harsh tone as this business was series in his own eyes. With the small chat put to rest they stopped as the door they spotted was right in front of them. It was sealed shut as He gave it a pressed his hand agents the door. The creaking acks of iron moved then fell back to place.
“Tsk” grunting to this new problem in the way. “Kosei do you mine?” Not turning to her he backstepped as she took the frontline. Kosei understood her job from here witht he calm right hand curling up into a bold fist. She placed her left on the door steading herself, taking a deep breath as her strength showed itself. Winding up her punch cocking it back before she unleashed it throwing a straight right.
