How had everything come to this point? Which screams tormented her at night, harassing her soul without any rest while whispering desperately for an escape. She covered her ears with her hands, even though she had lived together with those voices as long as she can remember, she hadn't gotten used to their constant presence yet

Maybe she never will

She looked through the opaque picture window of her room, where that bird was waiting for her patiently. A Raven used to visit her everyday before dawn, and she saw herself reflected in his nostalgic eyes while she caressed his wings slowly. He looked at her deeply , and she returned the look feeling how all of her fears drained a little

That dark bird understood her suffering, made her feel like she wasn't alone. She doesn't remember the first time they saw each other, but that tremulous raven had become her best friend at some point

Pathetic

She looked at the so dammed and familiar horizon, the one she had been watching for the past 17 years without any change. She watched the Grey enclosures at the distance, the one where the fearful persons where hiding. Prey of their own self destructive thoughts, without any possible escape from that dark prison. She was an empath, and that's why everytime she met with any of those people a suicidal and destructive feeling overwhelmed her.

They didn't seem to have a soul, they were like simple empty shells dressed in opaque and Grey clothes. Two figures far away got her attention, a boy and a girl. So little. So innocent. So unaware of the lethal nature of the place. Memories flooded deeply into her mind, when she used to run and hide from the Bishops together with a boy her own age

The boy had disappeared 8 years ago, and each time anyone disappeared from the city then they should be considered as dead, but for some strange and confusing reason She believed that he was still breathing. Even after all these years she still remembers his profile and his voice. But his name became a whisper dragged by the wind, leaving her alone with an evanescence memory and a blurry face

The kids walked slowly, being watched by one of the Bishops in the shadows. Keons was there, making sure that everything was under control in his domains. The young woman was able to watch the whole place from the tower she was in, one of the nine buildings standing proud in the middle of the Tower of Silence

But sometimes quiet is violent

And this was not the exception

She sank into the dephts of the horizon of the place that she had called home for so long, only to realize that it was nothing more than her prison. And she was just a conduit, a disposable body that would be food for the vultures once she completed her task. The Bishops only wanted to use her to comply their " divine mission", to complete with the twisted proposals of that specter that haunted them.

They called him Blurryface because no one has never been able to see his face, being that way some kind of nonexistent smoke. An omnipotent specter that permeates the minds of every inhabitant of the goddam place while whispering in their ears. He was a red demon that was (in almost any occasions) able to take an almost human form, leaving his body and face blurry to the view of others so that no one can be able to see His figure

Blurryface was the personification of all the fears and insecurities, he was that tyrannical shadow that stalked the sleep of children hidden under their bed, the voices in your head that tells you to take that razor and cut the skin of your wrist. It was the devil itself, that takes care of making a real hell of the life of those who stand in his way, the father and representative of each of the deadly sins. The ruler of the ninth circle of Dante's hell

He was her father

17 years ago her mother, a woman called by the Bishops by the name of Arella, founded her dammed and unfortunate path in the city of Dema, along with other unhappy and unclean souls. Arella was there that day, in that fateful ceremony, the one where the nine rulers of the place tried without any results to make contact with the subject of their adoration by using flames, heat, lights and forbidden chants. The so called Blurryface never showed up, but in that occasion the Bishops realized of something quite particular as soon as the red smoke started to spread through the room

Something went different that time, because everytime she asked about the distant memory they answered her the exact same thing :

- " that woman had the eyes blessed and dammed at the same time. No one has never been able to see the Savior, but as soon as Arella set her eyes on the red smoke she was able to watch him. She has been the only one capable of doing such feat, so she must have been the one the profecy showed. The God saw the strenght in her soul and decided that she would be the one carrying His seed "

The rest was history

The only thing she knew about her mother and her unfortunate fate was that she had lost her life after her daughter was born, any further information was denied from her by the Bishops, who avoided talking about the subject. But Arella wasn't the only one able of seeing the Demon, because her spawn had the dammed eyes. And an evidence of it was the supernatural colors of her irises

Pure amethysts, with touchs of deep ruby in the place where the black pupils should be, and a little of sapphire in the edge of the gems. Her eyes were unique, and she was more than aware of it. Every soul that looked into her eyes were amazed because of their bright colors, but this had a dark side

Everytime that any citizen let himself sink into her eyes a terror and deep horror overwhelmed them, being the cause in several occasions of their lost in the fight against her father's influence. Encounters ending in a suicide or the madness of her gem's sender. She didin't wanted this to happen, it caused her an inmense wrath and impotence to find herself controlled by her father even if she did not wished so. And the only person that never judged her or let himself be beaten by her eyes had dissapeard 8 years ago. And she couldn't even remember his name or his face

She never met her mother, but somehow she remembered her voice during those nine months she was inside of her

" Trigon shall not reach to you, Dema won't control you. Remember Raven. East is up"

That phrase had keeped her company during her whole life, wondering it's meaning since as long as she can remember. She had looked into the Bishops's minds while they were unaware of her actions, looking for some information about her mother. It never resulted. And the only thing she got from those efforts was a punishment from the worshipers of her father

Trigon

She knew her father's name through her memories

The hidden name of the real Blurryface

And she realized that her captors knew it as well, but they never dared to mention it

But she did once, and she never repeated such insolence against Dema again

She remembers the dammed ceremony repeated each month. Nico guided the chants in that forgotten language, holding the lightening bulb.
One bulb : one idea.
The action itself was metaphorical, a hypnosis to set those suicidal and destructive ideas and thoughts in the citizens minds, and make them forget their memories and pasts. The Niners make them believe that Dema was everything that existed, and that it was their duty to serve the bishop they represented, giving more power to their " God", Blurryface

But she knew the truth

They settled without any rest that sick Stockholm Syndrome in their minds, just to blind the inhabitants of the place about the enduring lands that where beyond those Grey walls. She knew about them and their hills, because of the boy she used to talk to in her " childhood" and which she doesn't remember his name. Because he had told her about their existance

The rumors said that behind those walls there were mountains, rivers and blue skies. Terms she barely knew, and only because of the forbidden books she read. She had never seen a tree before, she didin't knew what it was like to feel the soft breeze of the wind. There were only buildings in Dema, and the only existing wind was the cold whisper of death

Raven had never seen the sun rising above the east

The raven that keeps her company looked at her one last time before he spread his wings and fly away, far from her

" he wouldn't be the first, Rachel. And he will definitely not going to be the last"

She stopped that voice that sounded through her head. The little gift of her demonic and lethal blood. Her very own and personal Blurryface that tormented her without any rest

Lenore

" shut up"

" come on, Rae. You can't deny it, you are perfectly aware that I'm right, aren't you? That raven isn't the only one leaving because of you. Mother died so that you could live. All of those people died just because they looked straight into your eyes. Even that boy disappeared because of you and you don't even know his name "

"..... Shut up.... "

" the only person that does not deserve to breathe and yet it does....... Is you "

Tears threatened to invade her face, but she refused to let them flow. Lenore was her dark side, that part of her that was insecure, sadistic and suicidal. That inner demon that whispered at her ears all of her misfortune and memories, all of her guilts and regrets. She told her to finish with her own life and arrive once and for all to the hell because that's where she belong to

But she wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing her cry

She wouldn't let her know that her words had hurted her

Her pride didin't let her

Sinner

She meditated the way she used to, singing that mantra that she had learned without knowing it's origin and meaning. Lenore was quiet, and she continued sinking deeper into her memories. Thinking about the existencialists landscapes that hides beyond Dema's walls. And with those hills there was also the sudden promise of that thing she wished more than anything in the lost world

Freedom

She had read thousands of ancient books, those that the bishop called Listo keeped hidden from her with such fevour. She knew, through the forbidden writings, about the existence of a group of rebels that lived beyond the city walls. It was said that they showed up as night specters, carrying lightened torches, willing to help all the lost souls preys of Dema

They called themselves the Banditos

But they were just a legend in her own mind

Unfounded tales that they told the children in order to cause them fear and obedience

Nothing but fear

Fear of those faceless specters that could take away the only thing they knew

Dema

But where others founded fear she saw her salvation

She dreamed about those legends becoming reality, so she could be able that way to escape from her fate and run and go as far as possible

Fantasies. Nothing more than fantasies

She wanted to get away from her future whatever the cost was

The Bishops told her since she was able to listen that it was her task and purpose to permit the pass of her father into those cursed lands. Blurryface...... No..... Trigon would take control of her body once she accomplished the adulthood, during a ceremony performed by Nico and the Niners. All of the inhabitants of Dema would serve as conduits of her father, possessed and being preys of their respectives Blurryfaces

She would be the portal, the conduit to her father's glory

A dammed and empty Troy horse

She never knew the exact reason, but she founded herself to be....... different, and not just because of being the cause of the perish of the city

" you know you can't forget it, Rae"

" make it stop"

" there is only one way of stopping dad...... And you know exactly which is"

" no"

No... No.... No

She will not get to that point ......

She tried it when she was younger ...... And the punishment received because of the insolence by not being able to get her objective done was one thousand times worse than what she wanted when she did what she did in the first place

To die

But the need was still there. Each time she saw a razor blade, a knife or a broken mirror, each time she standed in her room's window, thinking about how it would be like to fly....... And to fall away....... To slice her wrists and to perish in the ground in that sweet and tempting agony

But she wasn't able to do it

Because she knew that if she do it then another person would suffer the same hell as her..... Another woman like Arella...... Another kid as herself .......and she shall avoid that, no matter what happens. Her pain was hers and hers only, no one deserves to spend through all of the things she has been through. And she would live one thousand years to make sure of it

No matter how much it could hurt

As tempting as the blade could be

She will resist

No matter the cost

A sound at her window catch her attention

She smiled lightly when she saw the reason of it, and she got hurry to see her visitor

The same vulture visited her prison since a while now, letting her know, just like the raven, that she wasn't alone. The animal used to watch her intensely with those eyes similar to pure gold, keeping her company silently at the distance during her suffering. The ravens were the only animals that existed in Dema, or at least the most seen by the inhabitants of the place

That's why when she noticed her visitor's presence for the first time, she got that way all the evidence she needed to prove her theories and dreams

A world outside Dema waited for her

It existed

She wasn't insane

She was right

There was hope for her after all

A few months ago the bird visited her for the very first time, and today he was carrying between his claws that thing she had been waiting for so long

An answer

She smiled without noticing it while she cherished the animal and took in her moon hands that precious thing she had been waiting for so patiently

She looked at the delicate yellow flower in her hands, and she felt some kind of liberation and relief inside of her

She walked to her desk in order to open a hidden and locked under key space, and she lefted the symbolic flower to rest there among it's similars. Among other answers received that she protected jealously. She closed the drawer carefully and prepared her writing machine while she turned around to look at the bird

- shall you wait for me?

She got her positive answer and she started to write those letters satisfied, the same way she had been doing for months. Just after the first flower arrived into her bedroom

" the perplexities of the Dema horizon didin't occurred to me until my ninth year. It was then that I began to contemplate the existential, and decide what kind of impression I wanted my life to make"

Raven let those words flow freely through her hands. She set her very soul free while she write, telling her deeper feelings to the stranger that read them. Maybe it was just a way to deal with her trauma. Maybe the only thing she needed was to get those words out of her chest. Maybe no one actually read them and all she did was to write letters to the wind.

" was it there the whole time? How had I not seen something so obvious? I am reminded of the moment daily, as the realization directly collides with a unique hope for my own future"

Her mind didn't controlled her anymore. Lenore was quiet and she felt free by writing those letters

" it was upon my ninth year that I learned that Dema wasn't my home. This village, after all of this time, was my trap"

The silence and the patient eyes of the vulture keeped her company while she described her experiences and emotions in Dema. Raven knew that if any bishop finded out about any of those letters then it would be her very end. And that's why she decided to sign them with others handwriting and a fake name

- Clancy

Rachel delivered the letter to her companion of suffering and pain. While she observed him flying into the raising sun, spreading his wings beyond Dema's walls. Searching for his target in the outside

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The sun rises above the hills

In the night, death awaits to her task complete

In the morning the salvation

Of their souls the Redemption

Among the hills that stands before

East is up

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A/n : hello!!! So I finnaly did it!!!. This is something I looked forward to for a long time. But translating this story from spanish to English is really hard and tiring. But I will try to do it entirely. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and please tell me if you notice any mistakes with grammar or with the writing.

And please investigate about the Dema and Trench universe of Twenty one pilots. Is very interesting and is what inspired this whole story in the first place. As you well know, this is a crossover with a bit of AU, so I recomend for you to investigate about the band and their whole ' universe' inside their latest album called Trench, and also Blurryface. It will help you to understand some important points and references inside this story.

Well

Stay alive

And sahlo folina

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