Saintess of the Dark

The voice did not answer.

Miyu sighed. "Who are you?"

"Who . . . who . . . who?" The voice echoed like a child taunting.

"Wrong question. My gut says you're not a person. So? What the fu*k are you?" Miyu asked in a "no holds barred" tone.

Something in the dark surrounded her, grazed her leg, brushed against her like a cat.

Miyu let out a string of curses.

It laughed and she could feel it rumbling against her skin.

"Stop repeating my words! Speak clearly, you fuc*ing creep!" Miyu shouted.

"It's been . . . a long . . . a very long time . . . since I've been called . . . since I've used human . . . words," the voice answered, its intonation all wrong, like a being not used to stringing sentences together and speaking it out loud.

"I didn't call you. I'm sure of that. You must have made a mistake in coming here wherever here is," Miyu said.