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The seaweed moved to grant him passage, but allowed him cover along with the dark, murky waters of the deep. The overbearing, harsh feeling of overprotectiveness and warnings to stay out of this already foreboding territory had long been changed to amusement as his older brother watched this... what was it called? The land-dwellers had a saying... ‘cat and mouse chase’, was it?
The two leviathans knew to stay far, far away from their brother’s grotto, lest they wish to be torn limb from limb by Nightmare (Or sometimes Dream, though highly unlikely). Yet Ink’s intent of leading him on through this chase clouded the water and filled his senses, it was driving Error mad.
There was one thing that the squid didn’t know, however. It was where he was. Error had, over time, learned to mask his scent and stay still enough to not be noticed, even by other mer-monsters.
Currently, the god of sky was watching his oldest brother obsessing over what Error could only assume was an interesting looking clamshell. The only problem was that he was too far away to attack without alerting him far before he managed to land a blow on the pesky squid. He would just have to do what he did best. Wait for his prey to come to him. Error crept ever so closer, flexing his claws as he eyed Ink, fully ready to play the waiting game.
Blink
Ink was gone. His blurry, distant figure nowhere to be found. The squid could be fast, that much Error knew, but the leviathan also knew that the Creator of Calamities couldn’t disappear into the sea on a whim.
The water shifted above him, followed by a loud, high-pitched trill that almost sounded demonic, as a land-dweller would call it.
“I know you’re in there, Error.” Ink called from above him. About two fathoms away, if his senses were correct. The moray kept still, measuring Ink’s movements with the shift of the water when the squid moved. Ink whined. Almost like a land-dweller's pup Error thought. “Error! Just come out already!” Ink whined again.
He remained still, tensing as Ink got close to him and got ready to pounce.
But...
Nothing came. Everything slowed to a stop before it faded to black, depriving him of his sight. He could vaguely hear Ink’s annoying voice yelling out his own, but it was so muffled and quiet that the leviathan was unsure.
Everything felt like it was turning to dust. His skull ached, but even that faded away. Error was unsure as to what was happening, he couldn’t see, he could barely feel, and it almost felt like he was lying in one of the nests inside Nightmare’s grotto. There was a feeling of a powerful magical aura next to him, one that could only belong to a leviathan, which one he wasn’t sure of. Maybe it was Nightmare’s grotto.
FEAR, GUILT, PANIC were the main emotions clouding the aura- no, auras. -surrounding him. He basked in the feeling of knowing he was still in the real world, but even that didn’t last.
The feelings seemed to intensify, but he couldn’t tell as even that sense was ripped from him. He panicked, he could feel his breath slowing, he felt the soft feel of cushioned seaweed under him melt into nothing, the soft hands he hadn’t even known were there seemed to crumble into dust.
He was dying. He hadn’t felt the soft kiss of death in so long he had forgotten what it felt like. He would revive, yes, whether it was from the original two leviathans or the God of Death himself, Reaper. Yet… dying could be just as painful as being revived, and mostly resurrection was the more painful of the two.
He knew he had stopped breathing when his soul in the void struggled to breathe. This always happened.
Now, he just had to wait…
Again…
Alone…
…With no one around to keep him sane…