DP: Betrayal & Corruption (Unrevised Version)

I'm dearly sorry for keeping you all awfully waiting for another chapter of this book. For the reason to not finish this was... I've lost the spark for writing DP, some crap stopping me over the month, and this chapter was such a hard one! I've gotten the idea way back in the beginning of June and yet I couldn't write it. Cliche, I know, and I'm not happy.

And I kept losing you guys thanks to my problems getting in the way. You can blame me all you want, I deserve it. I'm allowing you guys. But as June had came to a close, I saw a couple of comments, and that gave me a lift to make the chapter! I'm happy that there's going to be a good ending. :)

Anyway, enjoy.

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Slithering out of his back, two tendrils flowed above the shadow's head and took a dip to the halfa. By wrapping their ends where Tiassale's arms held his host in content, the supple two took the unconscious Danny out of his arms and began descending downward where they can unfurl their tips. The shadow with grief viewed this moment briefly, a pang hitting him deeply in his chest. The same pang he'd felt had added to the rest he kept the whole experience. Why he had this from the beginning, the shadow may not know.

He followed their lead by sight, but also kept an eye on Furor. Just why does he have to smile during his grief session? Once they were done lowering him, the two snakes levitated to both sides of Tiassale and raised themselves over his head again, waiting for further instructions. As for more protection, another set of tendrils nonchalantly came out, now having four around him. Tiassale balled his hands and scowled with a hint of red in his feral, gray eyes.

"Say, why not we get this over with, Furor?!" he yelled in annoyance, "I am getting sick and tired of your tom-foolery and that taunting, smiling face of yours all the time! When are you giving that up?!"

"No, child," Furor chuckled, "I'd like to say a word to you before we get started. And no, this smile doesn't go away. It's a part of me since my life was taken away and I can't help it! First," he stated with one finger up, "With my help, if you value your friend's life in this matter, he can be revived by one spell?"

Tiassale eyed Furor, who had still a small smile on his lips. He can't be serious about reviving Danny. He wasn't dead, just unconscious from his accidental energy ball. Yes, he did get in the way of their battle, but was it to be on purpose? He may not know until he asks him. "Revival?" He hissed, "How awful are you?! He is not dead, you imbecile! Quite stalling and fight me already," Tiassale then grinned, "Unless you are too chicken to fight me one-on-one."

"You are mistaken, shadow mongrel. He can be if you're willing to let me help him. Heck, I can't see him even take a single breath from up here! He's surely not alive now!"

Tiassale groaned in irritation, face-palming. This was getting nowhere and he was growing impatient. He was running out of time on getting out to the real world, disconnect Danny, and Furor's just stalling so he could annoy him more than he is. 'Time to put a stop to this nonsense crap.'

"It would not have worked anyway! Stop this infernal blabbering and get on with the other point! And if he is not alive by your recovery spell on my friend, would that not make you live too at that state?" Tiassale retorted back with a crooked smirk.

Furor chuckled again. There are better things left unexplained. "You could say that for all you care, but I'm serious now and I can't see or hear him alive. It's as if he left this plain without a word..." he sang. A bit of silence powdered their presence before Furor's middle finger went up, "Second by your agreement, I can give one sight of a future event. It can be anything so long as it won't be your own."