Even if it means one more breath, one will dance with death, whisper love to the abyss, and let madness cradle them to sleep.
Stark's eyes widened.
Time stretched. The obsidian fang gleamed in the dim light, descending...
Stark's saw, in disturbing vividness, the pointy obsidian spike like tooth nearing his left eye, with unnerving speed.
But, just right then, His head jolted sideways. The spike whistled past, grazing his cheek. A thin line of crimson bloomed against his skin.
For a fleeting moment, neither Stark nor the Name Eater's Vessel moved. The Name eaters vessel looked at Stark Arriate with his deep crimson-red eyes and Stark looked back with his Dark hollow eyes.
And then... All hell broke lose.
Stark's senses exploded. A sharp, jarring rush of adrenaline shot through his veins, igniting every nerve, every muscle, despite the deep exhaustion that clawed at him, As he moved his head further sideways to doge another slash of the obsidian spikes.
But before he could recoil from that, another one of the spikes were nearing his throat, piercing through the air with disturbing speed.
The sharp whistle of the spike sang through the space, just missing his scalp by inches. Blood from the earlier gash on his cheek sprayed into the air, stinging his eyes. Stark blinked.
Stark somehow managed to roll to his left and avoided another strike.
But, just as he did, His left leg burned in agony from the heavy movement. However, before he could recoil from the pain, another spike shot toward his throat with unnerving velocity. Then another, and another.
One spike after another, falling down and down, no sign of slowing down.
Stark luckily managed to doge some but most of them pierced him, crimson blood falling from the wounds.
...
An obsidian spike shot toward his throat with unnerving velocity.
Whoosh!
Stark barely managed to twist his body in time. The spike grazed the edge of his jaw, slicing through the tender skin and tearing away a sliver of flesh as it passed.
"Agh..."
He held his breath, feeling the pain in full force.
His vision blurred. He was growing weaker by the second. The blood loss was beginning to affect his mind.
Stark gritted his teeth, clenched his fist and swung it forward. But all it amounted to was a slight thud against the name eater's vessel's pale teenage body.
"Shit."
Seeing that, the name eaters vessel, spun Another spike. This time, It was aimed at his mouth.
Stark didn't even have time to think before The spike crashed into his mouth.
It pierced through his teeth, straight through the soft tissue, the bone of his lower jaw cracking under the force.
Crack!
A sickening sound echoed in his numb ears as the sharp end of the obsidian fang drove deep, its jagged edges splintering his gums and cutting through, stopping near the back of his throat.
Blood flooded his mouth, choking him.
"Hah... hah..."
Stark reached up with his left hand. His fingers fumbled against the sharp, obsidian spike, lodged in place, stabbing through his cheek.
The Name eaters vessel looked at him and made an expression of mad glee, twisting his spiky lips upwards into a disturbing smile.
Stark looked at it for a few moments and then With a wrenching motion, he gritted his teeth and yanked the spike out of his mouth, tearing it free from the flesh and bone.
"Aaaaghhh!"
His lips tore open further, and the jagged end of the spike scraped along his teeth, leaving a bloody trail in its wake.
Stark gasped for air, blood pouring from his mouth. He could feel the sticky warmth pooling at the back of his throat.
Stark gripped the spike tightly, his pale face, his hollow eyes showing little to no emotion.
Stark waited for a moment, looked at the Name eater's Vessel and lunged forward, ignoring the pain in his left leg.
Stark knew running was not an option. He couldn't run with his left leg, hurt this badly.
With every ounce of strength left in him, he drove the obsidian spike forward. He swung it down like a blade, aiming directly for the Name Eater's Vessel's throat.
It was sloppy. The Vessel dodged It. The spike cutting through the empty air.
The Name Eater's Vessel snarled. Swaying slightly the Vessel swung another spike at him.
Stark tried to stop it with his right hand but it slammed into it, piercing deep into the palm.
Spark felt a explosion of pain coming from his right hand. but, He held onto the spike in his grip, using the last of his strength to twist it and drive it upward toward the Vessel.
It moved it's head side ways and grabbed Stark's injured left leg and wrenched him off balance. The Vessel spun, sending Stark crashing to the ground.
Thud!
Stark was momentarily dazed to see the amount of strength coming from the frail body of the Vessel .
Crack!
But, just then The sharp snap of a bone echoed in his ears, snapping him back to reality.
Stark felt pain trying to steal his consciousness away.
The Name Eater's Vessel didn't wait, even for a moment. It was on top of him in an instant, its delicate hands, reaching for his throat.
Stark struggled, blood poured out from every wound. His skin was torn, the muscle beneath it shredded. He could barely move, but he, nonetheless, twisted his body and swung the obsidian spike in his hand, aiming for the Vessel's chest.
It missed.
The Name Eater's Vessel slashed at his side with one of its jagged, obsidian spikes.
The blade sliced through his ribs, cutting deep into his flesh. Stark's vision flashed white, and the ground beneath him felt like turning into liquid.
For a moment stark's mind became blank, But he held onto the spike.
He stabbed forward again, this time catching the Vessel's side.
The spike cut deep into its skin. It let out a ear-piercing guttural scream.
"Fi... fally"
Blood began to drip from its side. Now it was Stark's time to smile. But he could not. Because, right after that, The Vessel's hands came down on him once again.
Stark twisted, yanking the spike free from its side. The pain of movement sent another wave of dizziness crashing over him.
He gritted his teeth and stabbed again. This time, he drove the spike through the Vessel's arm.
The Name Eater's Vessel shrieked.
It clawed at his skin, trying to make a bloody mess of him.
Stark's body collapsed beneath the strikes, his limbs failing him. With each strike of it's hand, Blood mixed with the dirt and grime of the ground, painting it in dark brown.
But just right then, Stark moved his left hand and somehow managing to catch one of the spikes.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"
Then with a final, desperate cry, Stark rammed the spike deep into the Name Eater's Vessel's chest.
The creature froze.
The spike went deep, and the Vessel's eyes widened.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still.
Then, the Name Eater's Vessel let out a sickening, ragged breath, and its frail body collapsed on top of Stark, the blood flowing freely, soaking them both.
Stark's body gave out beneath the weight. His dark hollow eyes unfocused, slowly becoming lifeless.
And in that moment, all he could feel was the blood pooling around him, making it harder and harder for him breath.