Day Five: Morning

[Yamu]

Yamu walked, for every punch he had thrown in Dante?s Abyss it seemed he had walked a mile to get to it. He was not only wrapped in his cloak but in an intense feeling of being alone. It was not that he was scared or home sick, but the deafening tranquility of the island served as a perpetual reminder that he was totally and completely isolated from the world, his fiends, and his semblance of family.

Even an enemy would have been a welcome sight, banter with a worthy foe was still company?until one of them killed the other that is. He almost wished Burter was there to talk to?

No. The path is strait and the goal is near?this is not a time to veer off course! His hands rubbed Kari for comfort, an act that had become somewhat of a tick, a way to remind himself of why he had sacrificed himself into the Abyss. I will follow the course set out?and that means I can not encounter Big Blue just yet?

He realized he did have one companion left of sorts. A companion that followed each of the survivors left whether they knew it or not.

Death.

The Reaper was in constant presence here on Dante. Every shadow appeared to be his flowing black cloak. Every leaf felt like a scythe softly dragging across the back of his neck. Every breeze carried a callous chuckle of one who knew everything and gave nothing away. Every sun set was a blood red eye promising death the next day and every moon rise was a glossy empty disc promising that you would not make it that far.

Yes?Yamu had one companion left, a dangerous essence that as he thought about it, began to feel oppressive. The air suddenly smelled a little bitter, more stale then an untamed wilderness should. The midday breeze felt cold, like the sweat from a nightmare, and even the clouds seem to loam instead of drift idly though the sky.

Yes, the Abyss was Death?s domain, a domain with which veiny titan marched through defiantly.

The first part to defeating any enemy or trap is knowing it is there.

Death was here?but the Arlian Guardian knew he was there. The hairless human could use that?focus that, channel that. Death was here, all Yamu had to so was use it before his opponent.

The ebony eyed Earthling knew it was bizarre?but he took comfort in that. As bleak and abandoned as he may feel, he could never truly be alone. He was a warrior, a fighter, a soldier, and now a Guardian. Death was a comrade he could not get rid of if he wanted to. He Reaper would follow him until he claimed him, because danger was a daily matter of fact for Yamu.

All it took now was using the knowledge of his formerly unknown comrade to his advantage. Because Death was a more fickle ally then any of the living.