Heaving an unnecessary sigh, Lotus looked to the wooden door. Soon, things would change. Some for the better, some for the worse, but change was inevitable, she knew. Feeling the footsteps more than hearing them, Lotus pushed her shoulders back. "Enter," she called, before the boy on the other side of the door could even knock. In walked a scrawny boy wearing the tunic of the Radiant Heart. He held up a letter with a shaking hand. Lotus could feel his unease. "M...m.. miss," the boy stuttered, not quite daring to raise his eyes to the woman who was surely no taller, and appeared no older than he was. Lotus felt a tug in her soul and her eyes dropped to the letter. Her eyes glowed a dull red as she quietly took the envelope. "Leave me..." Lotus murmured, never looking away from the letter. Waiting for the boy to leave and close the door, Lotus placed the letter carefully on the unused bed, and took a step back. She could ignore it. Say she never got it. Who would dare question her word? It wasn't possible. Ignoring it wouldn't change things much. This was her destiny as much as any vision had been. Her gift, that was her curse, as much as the man who had written this letter, all of it would come to be, one way or another. Lotus had long ago learned that ignoring the situation simply meant she had no control. She needed control. It helped things be okay.
Heaving a sigh with forced breath that she didn't require, Lotus stretched her hand out towards the letter. She knew the words by heart even before the letter was delivered. It wasn't the letter that was important, but what the letter required her to do... To see... To feel...
Leaving the letter unopened, she murmured words in frustration, opening a dark swirling door. With one look around the room, her eyes glowing a bright red and her fangs bared slightly, Lotus walked through the door, into a dungeon like room. A smile played on her lips as she realized where she was. She chuckled a bit and her shoulders relaxed. Turning about to the being she had come to see, Lotus nodded in appreciation. He had picked this spot for her. In memory of a few good moments she had had in her lifetime. Kind of him, in a way. In front of him lie a scroll and Lotus hissed at the sight of it."I can't," she whispered softly.The black flames surrounding Psycho flickered as he simply waited. He knew she would, that she could, despite the cost. It's the agreement they had and she wouldn't fail him.Pushing her shoulders back, Lotus closed the gap between herself and the odd scroll. Fangs bared, eyes glowing a deep red, she reached out to the object. Eyes flickered to Psycho in one last useless plea.
Her tiny fingers curled around the scroll and she fought back the waves of panic as a shot of pain rocked her body. A gasp escaped her lips. Blinding light filled her vision and her back arched wildly, almost breaking her small frame in half. "No!" she cried helplessly, tightening her hand around the edges of the object. Her senses assaulted she was thrown back in time and forward at the same time. Odd noises of despair filled the dungeon chamber as Psycho watched the childlike woman go through the unbelievable pain that was her curse.
