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Chapter 7: Fury ratings: Hell< Woman scorned

Vincent pulled open with ease and beyond laid a grassy meadow with only one tree in the center, but what got Michael’s attention was what he saw on pinned to the tree “Is that a body?” he asked, stunned. Indeed, it was a human body pinned to the tree by a sword.

“Come.” Vincent, who must have thought the answer was a resounding duh, said. He walked towards the body and examined the hilt of the sword. “This is it.” he told Michael.

He joined Vincent hesitantly “What is it doing here?” he asked. Even with the beautiful day, the birds were chirping, the wind was gently blowing through his hair, and the sun was “Shining?” Michael began to question his own senses as he looked up to the blue, cloudless sky, none of it was adding up. “What’s going on here?” he asked Vincent, still looking skyward.

“It’s an illusion.” Vincent said “Pull the sword out, you’ll see.” Vincent said in response to Michael’s skeptical look, when Michael did pull it out, the ground around the tree became barren and the grass withered away. The sky faded, replaced now by blood red stalactites. The winds stopped altogether.

Michael stood there for the next while, looking at the blade, “Nirvana”, the name came off of the sword like a gentle spring breeze. He grasped his hands around the hilt, rather his hands grasped it naturally, without any input from the brain. It felt as though they had wielded Nirvana long ago, his mind may have forgotten it, but his body remembered it all, the weight, feel, the texture of the wood that made up the hilt. A smile graced his face as his body tingled, as close to the warm and fuzzy feeling that he would get.

One hand let go and came back under his control, while the other one remained ever defiant. It found a better grip on the sword and held it at arms length, then dropped to his side like the other hand, he was still holding the sword.

Vincent had left to make arrangements after decided he wasn’t needed, not at the moment at least, Vincent was sure Michael couldn’t make it without him. He walked up to a towering castle to meet up with their guide through hell “I’m here!” he called. His face drained of color when he saw their chosen guide “No, not you.” he said, backing up as a pale girl with hair dyed azure blue came out, she wore a white tank top and blue jeans with a tear in one of the knees.

The girl smirked, and that turned into a foreboding grin for Vincent “Hello, Vincent.” the end of the hello with the cracking of a whip. “Karma’s a b***h, eh.” She asked in a tone that held more humor for her than for Vincent.

“Hell no.” Vincent said in disbelief but ‘corrected’ himself “I mean, hello, hello Diamond.” he noticed it didn’t soften her glare “How have thing been go--?”

Diamond interrupted him “Stop before you say something you regret.” she maintained her glare. It must have had an effect since Vincent meeped. Satisfied with his fear, Diamond smiled “Now,” she said “Where’s the important one?”

“I went ahead,” Vincent mumbled looking down “sorry.” he added, more audibly.

For what?” Diamond asked “For leaving me there, for your cold feet, for missing everything?” she was venting “Or maybe you forgot about that like you do about everything, and you are just apologizing for wasting my time again” she stormed off past him to get Michael herself.