Frosty Darkness

When they left the restaurant, a deep and silent night wrapped around them like a cloak of absolute darkness. The purple sky and the multicolored streaks had vanished, swallowed by a darkness so dense it seemed to whisper secrets of the void itself. Only the moon shone: a pale blue orb, icy and solitary, hanging high above. But what was most striking was what could be seen inside it — the indistinct shadow of something immense, twisted like a colossal fetus, motionless as if waiting for the moment to hatch from its lunar cocoon, bathing the world in its cold light.

Sophie walked ahead, her tail swaying gently behind her, while Indra followed, each step echoing through the black streets as if silence itself were a hungry entity. The buildings, obsidian towers with windows that only reflected the moon's icy glow, seemed to rise above them like eternal sentinels.

"Now that you've eaten, it's time to show you a bit more of the place that will be your home," Sophie said softly, as if not wanting to disturb the night.

Their first stop was before a colossal shop, lit only by lanterns burning with blue flames. In the windows, swords shimmered with a dull light, spears subtly shifting shapes, and firearms adorned with symbols resembling ancient runes. The sign, made of bones glowing with the same bluish light as the moon, read: Astaroth's War Emporium.

"Here, weapons are more than tools: they're extensions of the soul. Customized to connect with the Magical Veins of whoever wields them," Sophie explained, while Indra gazed fascinated at a sword that seemed to breathe.

They continued down the deserted streets until they reached a building resembling a twisted cathedral. Its neon blue sign read: The Veil Cinemark. Behind the dark glass doors, floating posters displayed epic battles between knights and shadowy horrors.

"Cinema is part of life here too. Not everything is war or training," Sophie said with a small smile that quickly faded into the darkness.

Soon, they arrived at an amusement park as silent as a graveyard, yet equally mesmerizing: dragon-shaped carts moved slowly on suspended rails, lit only by the moon's cold light. The wind was the only music. Carousels of fantastic creatures turned slowly, creaking as if alive.

"When they want to relax, paranormals come here. But at night... few dare," Sophie said, her two-toned eyes reflecting the moon.

Further on, they reached a covered market guarded by stone gargoyles watching from above. Inside, stalls offered potions that smoked in dark colors, talismans that seemed to weep, and armor that moved on its own as if seeking a host. The air was heavy with a bittersweet scent, a mix of metal and rotting flowers.

"The Potion and Equipment Market is vital for any paranormal. Rare ingredients, magical gear, services you won't find in our world," Sophie said as a hooded man negotiated over a bottle that emitted an almost human wail.

Leaving the market, they walked through shadowy residential streets lined with obsidian fortress-like houses. Their doors bore strange symbols faintly glowing under the moon: serpents devouring their own tails, flaming open eyes, ravens with tattered wings.

"These are territories of the smaller clans. Each clan has influence, secrets, and ambitions," Sophie explained, discreetly pointing to a balcony where silent figures watched them from the dark.

Following a broad avenue, they saw smaller mansions with varied crests. One bore a flaming wolf, another a black thorned rose. These were branches of other secret societies, each guarded by statuesque sentries.

"These societies have treaties with the Esoteric Society. They are independent but subordinate to the High Council in critical cases," Sophie said, as the wind howled through alleys, as if the city whispered conspiracies.

Finally, they reached a square paved with black and white tiles forming symbols visible only from certain angles. At the center, a fountain with silver water reflected the moon — and within it, the colossal shadow seemed to watch them from the sky.

Floating carriages glided along the avenue, pulled by skeletal creatures wrapped in blue mist. The few passersby — human or otherwise — had eyes glowing like dark stars, and the air vibrated with their presence.

Sophie stopped, letting Indra absorb the scenery: a world as beautiful as it was monstrous, as alive as it was deadly.

"This is your new home, Indra. A place where dreams turn into nightmares, and only the strong survive," she said, her voice low but sharp as a blade.

Indra took a deep breath, looking at the sky. The blue moon shone like a cold, inhuman eye, and the colossal shadow inside it seemed to shift imperceptibly, sensing his presence.

The world he knew was over. The Other Side awaited him.

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"Spending the night in a hospital is horrible, Indra," Sophie said with a tone mixing boredom and disgust, watching the dark, silent hospital corridor. "Come with me. You'll stay at my place tonight."

Indra raised an eyebrow, hesitant. Inside, he wasn't bothered by the idea — but something in his mind warned it might be troublesome. Still, Sophie's low, soft voice disarmed his objections.

"Come on, Indra. You need real rest," she insisted, her two-colored eyes glowing under the hospital's cold light.

Without protest, he nodded.

The trip to her house was silent, the streets cloaked in the absolute night of the Other Side, lit only by the blue moon and the monstrous silhouette within it, watching them from every corner. They arrived at an immense mansion, a mosaic of architectural styles: gothic columns rising beside glass-paneled modern windows, towers like medieval castles, and balconies sprawling like stone labyrinths. The iron gate bore the symbol of a two-tailed raven.

"Welcome to my home," Sophie said, pushing open the large ebony doors which creaked softly.

Inside, the foyer was lit only by chandeliers with bluish flames. Black rugs stretched down winding corridors, and paintings depicted ancient wars between men and impossible creatures.

"Go take a bath. You must be tired," she ordered, pointing to a spiral staircase leading upstairs.

Indra obeyed, entering a luxurious bathroom decorated with black marble and dragon-claw faucets. As warm water ran over his body, he couldn't help but think he'd never spent the night at a woman's house before. But he didn't feel nervous or anxious; his thoughts were distant, trapped by memories of the Atroz Dormente, the terror of the Other Side — and his promise to fight.

When he finished, he dressed in clothes Sophie had left for him and went downstairs. Sophie then disappeared for her own bath. He heard water echo through the silent house and his thoughts drifted again.

When she returned, she walked slowly into the main room, wearing only a black robe that accentuated every curve. The blue chandelier flame flickered over her pale skin, making her almost unreal.

"Indra," she began, adjusting the robe's belt casually but her eyes said otherwise — "we need to talk about the Legions. I'm part of the Tenth Legion. The Legion of the Ledger Clan... my clan."

Indra listened but couldn't help noticing how she moved around the room, each step carefully measured to keep him focused on every gesture.

"My older brother is the Commander of the Tenth Legion. He holds absolute authority over all of us." She paused, picking up a crystal glass and filling it with a dark liquid resembling wine. "I, on the other hand, am only a Captain. And do you know how it works?"

She sipped the wine, her eyes fixed on Indra before continuing:

"When someone awakens the Energy, they become an Apprentice. Then, they must create Magical Veins to channel Energy precisely, thus becoming Awakened. When they form the Inner Core — located in the heart — they become a Graduate. Only Graduates can cross the Veil and come to the Other Side."

She moved closer, sitting on a low divan, legs crossed with studied casualness. Her eyes glowed in the moonlight streaming through the windows.

"But it doesn't end there. Each stage is divided into low, mid, and high levels. When you're a high-level Graduate, you advance to low-level Specialist, and so on," she said, resting her chin on one hand as she watched him.

Indra was fully focused on her, but not just on the words. There was something in the way she moved, how she tilted her neck, that made the air charged with electricity.

"The hierarchy of the Legions goes like this: Graduate is Soldier. Specialist, Corporal. Master, Sergeant. Saint, Lieutenant. Supreme, Captain. Sovereign, Major. Demigod, Colonel. Transcendent, General." She stood gracefully, walking toward him. "Only high-level Transcendents can become Commanders."

She came so close that Indra could smell her perfume, something fresh like mist and sharp like steel.

"I am a high-level Supreme," she said, voice so low it seemed made to pierce the soul. "That's why I'm a Captain."

Sophie began fiddling with objects on the mantelpiece: statuettes of demonic figures, a skeletal hand-shaped candelabrum, jars with flickering liquids. The silence was broken only by her subtle movements, exuding an almost involuntary seduction, yet charged with intent.

Indra remained steady but felt tension rising like a bowstring about to snap. Their eyes met several times — long, intense looks, as if words weren't needed.

Deep down, they both knew something more was being decided in that dark room, under the pale blue moonlight — something beyond mere words or explanations.

That night, as the moon seemed brighter and the shadow inside it shifted subtly, everything indicated their conversation wouldn't be the only thing happening between them.

The blue flames of the chandeliers cast long, flickering shadows on the mansion's dark walls. The distant wind from the Other Side sounded like a melanchoy that echoed through the labyrinthine hallways of Sophie's mansion.

Indra and Sophie stood face to face. The tension between them was so thick it felt like the very air had turned into crackling electricity. Every word she spoke, every glance, every subtle movement of her body wrapped in the black robe made the distance between them seem unbearable.

Sophie stepped even closer, so near that Indra could feel the heat radiating from her body. Her scent enveloped his senses like a thick mist. With an enigmatic smile, she spoke in a voice that was almost hypnotic:

"I've talked enough, Indra… now it's your turn. I want to know who you are. I want to hear your story."

Indra took a deep breath, his voice coming out with a strange steadiness despite the rapid beating of his heart:

"I've always been… sociable. I liked talking, meeting people. I befriended the mayor of my town when I was a teenager, and that connection landed me a position at City Hall. I was far too young to be there, but politics loves a fresh face."

Sophie perched herself on the black marble coffee table, crossing her legs as the robe shifted dangerously over her thighs. Her gaze bore into him with an intensity that bordered on hunger.

"Go on," she whispered, tilting her head as if studying every detail of him.

"I turned 18 last year. I started studying linguistics in college. I've always loved words… their meanings, how they shape people." He smiled, though his eyes held a hint of melancholy. "And I've always been obsessed with sports, TV shows, movies, anime, comics, Korean webtoons, Chinese webtoons… and light novels. I could never stick to just one thing — I wanted to learn a bit of everything. My friends used to say I was a 'jack of all trades, master of none.'"

She let out a soft, almost caressing laugh, her heterochromatic eyes never leaving his.

"Tell me more…" Sophie urged, her voice lower now, each word crafted to strip away his defenses.

"I've always been an orphan. I never knew my parents. I grew up in an orphanage. My name…" — he hesitated, but something about her presence made him want to confess everything — "my name is a cruel irony. Indra Shuemesch. 'Indra' is a pagan Hindu god, while 'Shuemesch' means 'sun' in Hebrew. They told me the sun represents the greatest glory a Christian can achieve when entering the Kingdom of Heaven. But…" — he shrugged — "I always thought my name brought together every possible contradiction."

Sophie slowly leaned forward until her face was only inches from his. Her gaze was so intense that Indra felt he could be swallowed by it. Her hand, nails painted black, rose to rest over his chest, right where his heart thundered wildly.

"Your name is beautiful…" she whispered, her voice like a spell. "And you are fascinating, Indra."

As he spoke, Sophie kept moving — she picked up a goblet of dark wine, sipping it slowly while her eyes remained locked on his, as if undressing him with her gaze alone. Her gestures grew bolder, subtle yet impossible to ignore.

The bluish flames of the candelabras flickered more fiercely, casting dancing shadows on the black stone walls, as if the mansion itself shared in the rising atmosphere of desire and anticipation. The tension between them reached a near-tangible peak. Each shared breath in the shrinking space between them seemed to ignite the air.

But then, at the height of the moment, Sophie smiled with the serene confidence of someone always in control.

"You are more interesting than I could have imagined," she said, dragging her finger slowly across his chest before stepping back with feline grace. "But… that's enough words for now."

The blue moonlight streaming through the tall windows illuminated only the contours of their bodies, while the dark silhouette within the moon seemed to shift slowly, as if watching their every move.

The silence that followed was so charged it was almost deafening. Their eyes locked again and again, each exchange sparking with intensity. Everything suggested that the night was far from over, and what was about to happen would defy any simple explanation.

The silence between them roared louder than any sound. The blue flames flickered along the mansion's walls, illuminating Sophie's figure as she stepped back with the goblet in hand, the robe flowing smoothly along her curves. Her smile was provocative — but Indra wasn't the type to simply accept provocation.

He rose from the couch with quiet determination, eyes fixed on her, his expression serious but burning with an intensity that seemed to cut through the darkness. His steps were slow, deliberate, every movement radiating confidence. When he stopped just inches from her, his voice came out low but sharp as a blade:

"I know what you're trying to do. Don't think I'll just stand here while you tease me."

Sophie arched an eyebrow, surprised — and clearly aroused — by his assertiveness. The goblet trembled slightly in her hand before she raised it to her lips again, as if hiding the smile threatening to escape.

"Oh…" she whispered, almost like a stifled moan. "So the wolf has decided to bare his teeth?"

Indra moved even closer, the electric tension sparking into invisible fire between them. He reached out, gripping her waist and pulling her decisively against him, so close their bodies almost touched.

"You've said enough about me, Sophie. Now it's my turn to find out what you really want from me," he said, his words hot and sharp.

Her heterochromatic eyes gleamed like jewels under the blue moonlight. The shadowy silhouette inside the moon seemed to writhe, as if feeding off the rising tension.

Sophie tried to maintain her mask of superiority, but her breathing was already ragged. She opened her mouth to speak, but Indra gave her no chance — he gripped her chin firmly, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"You said I was interesting. Now I'll show you how much," he whispered, his voice a dangerous, steel-hard promise.

The goblet slipped from Sophie's hands, crashing onto the black carpet and spilling wine like blood. The muffled sound echoed between them like a silent thunderclap.

Sophie bit her lower lip, her aura of absolute control shattering into sparks. She looked ready to either surrender — or fight — but Indra allowed no hesitation. He guided her to the nearby wall, pressing her gently but firmly against the cold stone, never breaking eye contact.

The air was thick enough to burn. Each breath was a promise. Every inch between them crackled with electricity.

"What I want…" Sophie began, her voice hoarse as she tried to regain control, "is for you to be strong enough to survive. I want you to prove that all this fire isn't just empty bravado."

"Then I'll prove these aren't just empty words."

Sophie gasped softly, her chest rising and falling as the robe parted further, revealing pale skin bathed in blue moonlight. Their ragged breaths filled the hall, muffling the distant cry of some creature beyond the walls, like an eerie howl.

Indra didn't back down — on the contrary, his presence pressed in even more. His hands slid up her waist, firm and hot, as he stared into her eyes as if seeing every spark of desire, fear, and determination she tried to hide. The world seemed to have shrunk until only the two of them remained.

"You… are even bolder than I imagined, Indra Shuemesch," she whispered, almost reverently.

"And you like it," he teased.

Sophie opened her mouth to retort, but the words died on her lips. Instead, a low, breathless laugh escaped — a sound mixing nervousness, fascination, and something deeper, darker. She lifted her hand to his chest, feeling his heart pound like a war drum.

He tilted his head, bringing his lips so close to hers that the heat between them threatened to ignite. But Indra didn't kiss her — not yet. He stopped at the final millimeter, holding his dominance until the very last second.

Sophie closed her eyes, exhaling a heavy breath. When she opened them again, her heterochromatic gaze burned like live coals. In a swift movement, she grabbed his neck, pulling him into a kiss that exploded like a silent lightning bolt in the dark hall.

It was a hungry kiss, filled with pent-up tension and promise. Their bodies pressed together, hands exploring, breaths mingling. Her robe fell open even more, leaving no doubt about how much she wanted this — or perhaps, how much she needed it.

Time itself seemed to dissolve. When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless, lips red and swollen, their eyes clouded with a haze of desire. The silhouette within the moon seemed to writhe once more, as if it were reacting to the heat simmering between them.

"I still want to know everything about you," Sophie whispered, her hand gliding over his face with a touch that was equal parts tenderness and hunger. "But… I think we can continue this conversation… in another way."

Indra didn't answer with words — he lifted her effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing, and carried her up the grand staircase, never breaking eye contact, never hesitating. Sophie let out a soft laugh, somewhere between surprise and raw excitement.

They moved through hallways lined with stained glass windows that splashed the black marble floors with fragments of cold blue moonlight. Shadows slithered across the stone walls as if the mansion itself was silently witnessing and protecting its secrets.

In her bedroom, Indra laid her down on the wide bed, surrounded by dark velvet curtains. For a long, searing moment, they just stared at each other — no words were needed. Everything they wanted, everything they feared, everything they burned for was there, heavy in the silence, alive in the heat between their bodies.

The night stretched on, swallowed by the deep darkness of the Other Side, lit only by the icy blue glow of the moon and the shifting silhouette above, watching every movement like a silent omen.

That night, the veil between desire and fear, between strength and vulnerability, was torn away forever.