Who: Alessa and Open to anyone who might be in Emptiness When: Late afternoon - early evenine Where: Emptiness Ratings: PG-13 Warnings: Some cursing, inner thoughts about violence, and brief mentions of blood. Summary: A couple of days after half the game has disappeared, Alessa heads to Emptiness to collect her thoughts.
What ever had happened this past week was all practically a blur to Alessa. She had killed Alex so she could unite with him; been forced to live as an alternate version of herself that wanted to cleanse the world with fire; had talked with Blythe the evening after that; attended a wedding; rested; received a letter from Blythe that her and Kain were leaving. If that weren't enough, Alessa soon found out that Sal had for reasons unknown to her, disintegrate into ash. To add insult injury, several people on Asgard's side had either disappeared, or left.
And Metatron was one of them.
Alessa had been hit with a bout of depression, and she wasn't entirely sure when it would go away. Now she was inside one of the random hotels in Emptiness; staring at the wall, and thinking. She had talked to Henry, but could only mention that she would miss Blythe; she couldn't tell him that she was also upset about Sal's death. She shouldn't have been upset at all about his death, but right now she couldn't help it. Oh, she was happy! Happy that the bastard would no longer be able to hurt anyone, happy that the sick sadistic son of a bitch would no longer be able to torment Alessa herself.
But, a part of her was upset. In a way, Sal had once proved to be a source of rather small inspiration for Alessa. It was Sal who had once told Alessa that she needed to choose a path and stick to it; and that nobody could tell Alessa what she should do. In another way, Sal had also proven to be a source of relief for Alessa's oft kept hidden torturous rage.
He was gone, and she was left confused, and feeling lost. With a sigh, she stood up from the bed, and headed outside. A walk would do good, she figured.
The brunette was walking up and down the streets, and past buildings. On occasion she would spot a rock, or a can, and start kicking it until it went away from her immediate path. "I don't know what I'm going to do. I can no longer speak to Metatron, and I don't have an opinion of this Jophiel yet." she spoke outloud to herself.