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8th July 2013

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Sightless GoddessHer sightless eyes remained fixed on a wall she could not see, slightly moist with tears. She could feel her attackers approaching her. She could even “see” their souls. One was ruby red, five white stripes running across it in a parallel fashion. The other was dark, almost black, but glowing in her world of shapeless darkness. What frightened her was how huge they were. Larger then any human’s, or demon’s, she had ever met.She was powerless against them, backed into a corner. Her dark blue robe was draped open, revealing her pale skin to the cold winter air. She had lost her skull clip while running from those frightening men. Her silky hair flopped forward, but she didn’t brush it back like she normally would. She was blind, what good would it do her?She heard the floor creak, knowing they were right outside her little closet. Her throat closed up when the door opened, and they were right there, “P-Please don’t hurt me…” She pleaded quietly, flinching when the floor creaked again. What were they doing? She wasn’t focused enough to discern their movements.Suddenly, there was something on her shoulder. She had felt things before, warm things, cold things. But this was different. She had never felt this before. Shakily, her hand rose up to touch it. Her blind eyes widened when she realized it was a hand. She was touching a hand! Someone was touching her! “…Oh, my God…” she whispered.A deep voice chuckled, surprising her a little, “I told you, Sebastian. She’s only just gaining her power. Now then, my dear…Would you be so kind as to join us?” She wanted to smile and say yes, but she couldn’t help but feel doubt. Who were these people? This "Sebastian" and the man who was speaking."I don’t trust you," she whispered, eyes closing as she attempted to brush the hand off her shoulder. She suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious, trying to pull her robe closed around her. A second voice, one she presumed to be Sebastian, or the red and white soul, calmed her while a second hand tilted her chin up."Oh, that’s quite all right, Darling. You will come to trust us in time, just like you did before.” She felt the first hand slip into her hair, two sets of lips pressing to the corner of her own. She felt as if her face was on fire, and she didn’t want to focus on the sudden heat in her gut. “Come now, William, I think the poor woman can’t walk.”The black soul scooped her up, high into the air. William. Sebastian. Something about the name sparked in her mind. Sebastian, she figured, was pulling her robe shut and…there was a soft click. She touched her shoulder, fingers brushing the smooth surface of her skull clip. She sighed softly, leaning her head against William’s warm shoulder.She was nearly asleep when William’s voice rumbled out of his chest. She jumped, not used to the feeling of sound leaving a person. “What is your name, my dear? I think you have changed it once or twice.”She couldn’t help but be a little confused, pale eyebrows drawing together, “…No…I don’t have a name. But the people I meet call me Liar.” Sebastian’s hand brushed her bangs back from her eyes, lips ghosting over her pert nose. “Wh-Why do you keep touching me? How do you keep touching me?”William chuckled with his brother, “We can touch you because we are like you, Liar. We are Gods of Death, just as you are a Goddess of Death.”"As for why we do," Sebastian whispered in her ear, making her throat close up again and her face burn, “We are touching you because we like you, Liar. You could even say we love you.”Her heart was flying about in her chest, palms suddenly sweaty. Love? Like? Who could ever love her? How was that even possible? She killed anything she brushed with her flesh, never even able to feel another soul’s skin against her own. How could anyone love such a monster But they said they were like her. Maybe…Maybe…She couldn’t quell the doubt, “…I don’t trust you.”"You always say that," they purred in unison, lips pressing to her cheeks with loving softness.

Sightless Goddess

Her sightless eyes remained fixed on a wall she could not see, slightly moist with tears. She could feel her attackers approaching her. She could even “see” their souls. One was ruby red, five white stripes running across it in a parallel fashion. The other was dark, almost black, but glowing in her world of shapeless darkness. What frightened her was how huge they were. Larger then any human’s, or demon’s, she had ever met.

She was powerless against them, backed into a corner. Her dark blue robe was draped open, revealing her pale skin to the cold winter air. She had lost her skull clip while running from those frightening men. Her silky hair flopped forward, but she didn’t brush it back like she normally would. She was blind, what good would it do her?

She heard the floor creak, knowing they were right outside her little closet. Her throat closed up when the door opened, and they were right there, “P-Please don’t hurt me…” She pleaded quietly, flinching when the floor creaked again. What were they doing? She wasn’t focused enough to discern their movements.

Suddenly, there was something on her shoulder. She had felt things before, warm things, cold things. But this was different. She had never felt this before. Shakily, her hand rose up to touch it. Her blind eyes widened when she realized it was a hand. She was touching a hand! Someone was touching her! “…Oh, my God…” she whispered.

A deep voice chuckled, surprising her a little, “I told you, Sebastian. She’s only just gaining her power. Now then, my dear…Would you be so kind as to join us?” She wanted to smile and say yes, but she couldn’t help but feel doubt. Who were these people? This "Sebastian" and the man who was speaking.

"I don’t trust you," she whispered, eyes closing as she attempted to brush the hand off her shoulder. She suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious, trying to pull her robe closed around her. A second voice, one she presumed to be Sebastian, or the red and white soul, calmed her while a second hand tilted her chin up.

"Oh, that’s quite all right, Darling. You will come to trust us in time, just like you did before.” She felt the first hand slip into her hair, two sets of lips pressing to the corner of her own. She felt as if her face was on fire, and she didn’t want to focus on the sudden heat in her gut. “Come now, William, I think the poor woman can’t walk.”

The black soul scooped her up, high into the air. William. Sebastian. Something about the name sparked in her mind. Sebastian, she figured, was pulling her robe shut and…there was a soft click. She touched her shoulder, fingers brushing the smooth surface of her skull clip. She sighed softly, leaning her head against William’s warm shoulder.

She was nearly asleep when William’s voice rumbled out of his chest. She jumped, not used to the feeling of sound leaving a person. “What is your name, my dear? I think you have changed it once or twice.”

She couldn’t help but be a little confused, pale eyebrows drawing together, “…No…I don’t have a name. But the people I meet call me Liar.” Sebastian’s hand brushed her bangs back from her eyes, lips ghosting over her pert nose. “Wh-Why do you keep touching me? How do you keep touching me?”

William chuckled with his brother, “We can touch you because we are like you, Liar. We are Gods of Death, just as you are a Goddess of Death.”

"As for why we do," Sebastian whispered in her ear, making her throat close up again and her face burn, “We are touching you because we like you, Liar. You could even say we love you.”

Her heart was flying about in her chest, palms suddenly sweaty. Love? Like? Who could ever love her? How was that even possible? She killed anything she brushed with her flesh, never even able to feel another soul’s skin against her own. How could anyone love such a monster But they said they were like her. Maybe…Maybe…

She couldn’t quell the doubt, “…I don’t trust you.”

"You always say that," they purred in unison, lips pressing to her cheeks with loving softness.

Tagged: WULWilliam x Undertaker x LiarFem!LiarSightless Goddessstory by doodlinglikeakentradon't really know if this is going to get continued or not but it probably will be sochapter 1/?????