where, oh where, has my poltergeist gone

“Brother… heed my call.. there’s a darkness coming.. he is coming for you..”

The faint, eerie voice of the scarred man’s brother echoes and continues to rattle his mind as he jolts upright. A notable gasp, followed by a distinct primal growl of annoyance. ‘Draugr…’ Grïmmjow’s identical twin brother, brutally murdered by their youngest brother, practically summoning his twin from beyond the grave. Draugr was the most devout man Grïmm has ever known.. and to have him snuffed out of this cruel world by his own kin made it that more devastating to him and Valak.

Grïmmjow rises from his place upon the hallowed ground beneath a weeping willow, the fog that envelopes the forest makes it harder for him to see. For now, Grïmmjow would attempt to push the thoughts of Draugr and Doomsday out of his head, not wishing to unlock those horrid memories he’s tried so hard to suppress. Though, out of the corner of his eye Grïmm seen a flash, no.. a blur of white. Ghostly white.. for a second he stops in his tracks, turns and peers beyond the veil of darkness. ‘Could it be?..’ He questions himself inside his own plagued mind, watching the shadows for a moment longer before he finally manages to pull himself from his own thoughts and moves onward through the wraith forest. He’d try his best to remain as placid in his demeanor as possible, not wishing to engage in whatever supernatural entities lurked in the dark.

‘It’s not real.. and even so, I made sure Doomsday paid for his crimes against you - Draugr..’

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