Shadows and Divinities

                                    

                                          
Mind was really afraid. He was now a fly caught in a web, and was facing two of the biggest spiders he ever saw. Hubris' monster form was quite something, and he couldn't imagine what Philotes' wrath could do, knowing she literally tried to kill him by playing a game. And to top it off, the pentagonal palette was out of reach. He couldn't just storm his way out or jump off the nearest balcony. So he waited the verdict of the spiders; Get eaten, or get tortured then eaten.
                          
"You can have your palettes back. I don't even know what they do, I have no idea what they are or what is their purpose. I don't even know what an Aespex is. All I wanted to do, was solve the mystery of Plutus," said Mind. 
                          
"We cannot get the palettes back since they belong to another soul now, unless this soul is unleashed and destined to live in eternal torment," interjected Philotes.
                          
"Si! Salvation sent son to son's suffocation."
                          
"We need to harvest your soul, you know. We cannot actually let you go with the Palettes. Wouldn't be very ethical to our divinity," replied Philotes.
                          
Outside of the House of Pleasure, stood a shadow, with a Katana on his back. The shadow moved effortlessly through the bushes. The shadow reached a hill. Down the hill stood the house. A Mill, that wasn't working. It was broken and the wood making up its walls was rotting. Nonetheless, the shadow pulled his Katana out and moved down and towards the Mill.
                          
With a flick of a finger, Mind was now up on his feet and glued to the wall. His possessions still laid on the floor, far from him. But that wasn't as discomforting as the pain that came after the body slap. Mind felt that his mind was breaking up. His neurons were aching. His blood cells were disintegrating. His skin was melting. His skull was now showing and his bones almost broke out of his body. Mind screamed his heart out, or what was left of it. Blood was now rushing from his eyes. His soul was getting sucked of his body. But that is where, he held on, long enough for his savior. A shadowy figure closed in on the two monsters, and all Mind saw was a sword piercing the heart of Hubris. The God was as dead as Mind would have been. However Philotes managed to escape.
                          
Mind now laid on the ground. He couldn't see anything, or feel anything. He could barely think. But he managed to make some words into a sentence. "Th-han-k y-you. But wh-who are yo-you?"
                          
"You can call me Godkiller, but you might know me under a different name. I am Heart."