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Post by Spira on Nov 7, 2021 5:41:48 GMT
Tyrant child: Part One DeVian knew her life would never be the same, not once a babbling, spitting toddler was placed into her lap with the orders to ‘watch him for twenty minutes.’ The request had been impromptu and random, Verin had simply said she was needed, Rensai was nowhere to be found and therefore it fell on the Desdon heiress to do the job.
Stasia arrived home, ready to collapse from exhaustion only to catch herself witnessing a scene straight out of Hollywood, behind the counter, with two bottles of wine and several knives, DeVian seemed to be hunched over and furious. On the other side, in an oak highchair with a spoon, pea puree and an orange juice filled sip cup; sat her nephew Kiran.
“What’s going on?” She directed the question first to DeVian and then to Kiran.
When neither answered, Stasia decided it would be easier to tackle her nephew, picking up where she had presumed DeVian had left off, she kicked a chair out and sat down, picking up the plastic dinosaur spoon that Kiran had now dropped to sip his juice.
“Well, aren’t you growing fast.”
“ev! Boom! Bottle! Aunty!” Kiran seemed to giggle
Stasia understood none of that, spooning some of the puree, now she realised it wasn’t just peas, but there were cut up cheese cubes, some ham and maybe apple sauce? She sighed, beginning the long process of feeding a child as fidgety and as destructive as Kiran. Kiran for his part, behaved almost like an angel around Stasia – something that DeVian Desdon was not pleased about, how dare the kid. Acting innocent and like an angel when not just five minutes ago he set fire to part of the house, she nursed herself with her bottle of wine.
It all started when it was revealed that there were no toys for Kiran. After Verin had sped off in her bright blue coupe, Kiran who did not like to be held by anyone other than his mother began to wail and scream to be put down. DeVian obliged and led the toddler into her house; immediately her mind was no longer on the kid but rather on business and a new product launch. Once she had made sure Kiran wasn’t going to break anything or cause any trouble, she set him down in front of her TV with a spare tablet that she was sure the kid knew how to use, kids liked screens right? She had taken not one step into her office when the sound of a tablet being thrown across the house was heard, turning back on her heels she climbed halfway down the stairs and watched in slight amusement and abject horror as Kiran crawled his way towards the door of her wine fridge. She kept her mouth shut as Kiran looked up at the handle, and then left and right – as though he was trying to make sure he wouldn’t be caught.
“What are you up to?”
He did not respond, and what she saw next caused her to want to kill Verin. He like an air claimant but not quite opened the unusually heavy door and glided inside… Verin had not mentioned anything about her child being anything other than a normal kid – well claimant children were by no means normal; she had just hoped that Kiran would be a darkness claimant… the door swung shut before DeVian could tell Kiran to get out of there; stepping towards the stairs to follow after her nephew, her foot caught and she realised that the kid had used his abilities to make the floor as sticky and as slow as tar…
“Gravity.”
Now Kiran, in the meanwhile was now sitting and looking at all the very dark bottles, wondering what they were for. Placing his thumb in his mouth he began to tap his other fist against the ground, at first nothing happened… until the ground itself started to tremble – not the earth, but rather the invisible force of gravity was being jostled about like an unsecured puppy would in a moving vehicle. Kiran watched with apt attention as one by one the bottles began to fall, one by one each shattering on impact, he turned around and left before the last bottle fell; satisfied with the destruction he had caused.
As soon as he was out, DeVian was released from the floor and nearly fell on her bottom if not for the handrail. She ran straight towards the wine fridge, not caring to see where Kiran had gone off to next, as soon as she opened the door, a mini tsunami of wine came gushing out… ruining the floorboards and causing the entire house to suddenly smell like a winery gone wrong, once the liquid has spilt out and where it needed to be, she entered to find near mountains of smashed and torn labels. Though usually one to spare children where needed, this act of aggression by her nephew, who she had done nothing to yet, suddenly inspired DeVian. Unless someone came home before Verin came to pick him up, there was no way the kid was walking out of here alive. She stepped over the glass, beginning to keep a mental tab of how much this would all cost to replace, her heart pounding a mile a minute as she tried to salvage any survivors. Managing only to find two of her favourite bottles untouched, though a bit wet from wine, she cradled them to her chest and let out a sob, surely this would be it… he wouldn’t do anymore damage? Then the fire alarms went off.
Burping Kiran, Stasia cooed as Kiran explained the events of the past twenty minutes, nodding attentively and throwing the space claimant child up into the air. Catching him in her arms, she decided they would on a walk, placing him back down he reached for her hand as they walked past the still huddled over DeVian.
“I’m taking Kiran on a walk; in case he ends up spending more time here and needs to be able to find his way home if he gets lost in the neighbourhood.”
All they got back from DeVian was a bitter insult in Portuguese that sounded like she was cursing Verin. Once they were out, DeVian went about calling all the people she needed to clean up the house better than she could and to try to find a way to make the door as thick and as heavy as the vault doors that protected mortal banks. Deciding to text Verin the bill. Immediately Verin refused to pay it back and even went so far as to say ‘it’s your fault my son went wild and destroyed your precious wine selection. Grow a pair and get over it’ to which DeVian threatened to have her lawyers sue Verin for the trauma caused. It was little surprise that the Darkness ancient was soon along to see what all the fuss was about. Xainayne took one tour of the place and immediately burst out laughing as soon as he saw how furious DeVian’s expression.
“Why I had not expected for the children of Invoa to be so…. Dangerous and pranksters too boot? My Quinnox is going to have a run for his money, don’t you think lovely?”
“You make it sound as though you’ve never met one.”
“Kiran is the only one I know to exist, at least that we’re aware of. Ilnonta when she was locked away, was prevented from making claimants, I suppose the same rule does not apply to Rensai.”
DeVian digested this morsel of information as Xainayne departed, as soon as he was out the door, Stasia and Kiran were back, a massive cone of strawberry and chocolate ice cream was currently keeping the little tyrant occupied. Whilst he continued to lick at the sugary treat, DeVian and Stasia watched from a short distance; both speaking quietly so that he would not know that he was the topic of discussion, she had managed to clean up her own appearance and so was back to feeling and looking confident – the scent of wine would linger with her a little longer as she stewed over the knowledge that had been shared to her. |
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Dec 16, 2021 23:57:57 GMT
Post by Dobu on Dec 16, 2021 23:57:57 GMT
The Thorned Triangle
The heat was just as strong as always. Bystanders would face the same as if they were standing right before the sun, the boiling point for blood.
His fingers traced gently across her frame, beads of sweat rolling down his brow and the length of his nose before falling and evaporating before even getting the chance to fall. His hair gleamed a gentle white yet the intensity of its glow was caressing the air around it; his partner for the day letting off a strong heat of their own.
“I’ll never understand how someone with your strength still manages to sweat. Are you exhausted?” she questioned him as he traced kisses along her arm, stopping just at the tips of her fingers. Without even turning to look her in the eyes he would answer.
“Well I’m not completely immune to flames, just resistant to a certain extent. Then again I’m not affected by flames beneath my own strength so I might as well be immune, but I still sweat under the heat of white fire.” He made his way back up to her shoulder before lifting his face to be directly in front of his partner’s. “Me and you together like this? It’s only natural that it would be more than hot enough.”
“So you would say but I’m certain you can push yourself further, Oda. That is, if you mean to truly please me.”
Her words sweetened and twisted into a coiled rope to reign him in. His advances and simple movements a gateway as well as an incentive to draw her in. Compatibility was a thing of the past, by now it was simply a matter of time. His frame exuded power and stability, acting as an anchor to hold onto and position herself, her nature alone as to who she was enough for him to steady himself and manage a sense of gentle serenity as he lowered her onto her back.
“That sounds like a challenge. Are you certain you won’t regret it once we begin?” he questioned her with a smirk across his face as his hands pressed against the soft silks and fluff, holding himself above her.
“As if I’d be so coy.”
The door burst open abruptly as both quickly turned to see the silhouette of a woman who was quickly and easily identified.
“By the flame, you couldn’t have found anywhere else to do that? I have to sleep in that bed tonight and you both knew that.” Ellisha spoke as she walked her way across room to stand at the side of the bed. “Hello my love. Are things going well?” she questioned Oda who gazed at his wife with a smile.
“As well as you could expect them to go. You still want me to make dinner tonight? I’ll have to grab a few things later if so”, he asked the woman who pressed her pointer finger against her cheek.
“Of course I do. You always complain about my meals being too healthy so I’m leaving it to you this time. I’ll be going out now, a few people require my aid. I love you Oda”, she spoke as she leaned forward expectantly. Oda couldn’t keep from chuckling at the gesture before leaning in and placing a kiss on her lips.
“I love you too my fire.” He responded with a smile.
Ellisha’s eyes brightened, a pleased grin on her face as she spun around and began making her way to the door. A slight skip in her step as her favorite tune was hummed through her lips until she reached the doorway. A pause right before she rounded the corner as her head turned back to view them.
“Oh, one more thing”, she spoke as her eyes lowered to the position beneath Oda. “You should remember that Oda is mine, Phita. Although I’m letting you use him every inch of his being belongs to me. By the flame even his children belong to me.”
“Of course of course, he’s all yours. Haven’t you sworn abstinence from those acts as well? It’d be pretty hard for you to reach those goals in your… odd position”, the ancient spoke as she wrapped her arms around Oda’s neck and lifted her head ever so slightly to get a better view of the woman.
“Oh Phita, didn’t you know? I’m as abstinent as the flame desires. That is, until I desire otherwise.”
With those words she rounded the corner, a smile still plastered on her face as the sound of her footsteps and humming faded away entirely. Oda sighed which caused Phita to coddle and pet him on the head. He could tell however it was only a means to get under his skin.
“What’s wrong dear? Too distracted now?” she spoke in a playful manner.
“It would be easier to go about my day, worry free, if you two got along better. You’re only going to agitate her more until Elli finally gets fed up.”
“Oh please. Elliohara knows the situation quite well, especially since she always manages to get the last word. She knows I won’t be clinging to you too much. If she were as aggressive with combat as she was with her tongue she might be stronger than you and twice as frightening?”
“I’m… frightening?” he questioned the ancient who sighed and fell back onto the bed.
“As anyone with power is in their own way, but that’s enough talk. You still have a job left to finish.”
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Post by Spira on Dec 19, 2021 6:39:05 GMT
The Apple & The Tree
When Phita had first received news that her house was going to war with their head of line; she summoned Evyette faster than one would take to strike a match to start a fire, Evyette who had been in her bath scrubbing her legs was transported suddenly to the time in history Phita had designated as her semi-permanent prison.
The younger of the pair, now suddenly finding her soaked under the Egyptian sun, entirely nude and covered in soap suds scowled at her mother for the interruption; however was not given the chance to speak before she found herself colliding into the yet to be finished Pyramid (the monument in question would later go on to be called one of the great Pyramids of Giza) in retaliation she tried to launch herself back at her mother with all her might, yet as had always been the case failed to manage a single blow against the superior. Her mother’s laughs irritated Evyette, who had with all heart had wanted nothing more to silence the mocking, the glaring, the pointing, the snickers that the humans who fell under her mother’s direct protection gave her as she climbed out of the rumble of what was once a statue of her mother. None of the humans seemed at least the bit concerned that this fight had caused them even more work. ‘Anything for Ra’. Stalking back into the pharaohs palace where her mother resided, she stood in front of her mother.
“I suppose you are wondering why I did this. Brought you here.”
“I’d have to assume that one of our claimants prayed to you rather than me and now we’re here.”
“Of the sort.”
Phita waited for the handmaidens who sat to either side of her to approach Evyette with silks dipped in fragrant oils to clean up. Evyette bit her lip and clenched her fists as the two humans wiped her down and offered her a selection of white cloth to wrap herself in, she just wanted to burn them all and watch her mother suffer; and yet she knew that any attempt at attacking the humans under Phita’s protection would only result in her death and her treasure or rather granddaughter who was entirely unprepared to take her place on the mantle that was the house of fire and destruction.
A wooden stool covered in gold was offered to Evyette who sat only once her mother gave her the go ahead, the stool was uncomfortable as hell and she wanted to ask for a cushion; but she knew doing that in front of her mother would only result in further injury and further humiliation at the hands of the Almighty Ra. A glass of amber coloured beer was offered to her, which she declined… all beer did was remind of her mother and the reign that had been considered almost impossible by most of the rest of the houses once, Evyette had never exactly understood how or why her mother had gotten away with bullying the rest of the houses, why they respected her so. None of it ever made sense.
“So tell me, was a man really worth it for the sake of starting a war?”
“Ritunen is not his father’s slave. He should be free to do as he wishes-“
The bowl of dates was promptly dropped and rather than being seated Evyette once again found herself launched into the air, this time with her mother’s hands around her throat as they shot upwards towards the sun. She choked unable to take in oxygen as Phita flew further up, without the use of her flame Evyette wondered how it was even possible for either of them not to be falling to a painful death; another secret that her mother refused to reveal. Once they were past the clouds and up into space, her mother let her go and pushed her a certain distance away so that they could overlook the planet that all of the ancients agreed was the ‘mortal realm’. Phita gestured to the planet.
“This realm, is the only one we have free influence over.”
“We have the forge.”
“It’s not the same, that is our home. This realm is where we Ancients make good on our words. Are you truly willing to fight Novevu here. This is not the forge where you have a natural advantage. Nor is it the Void.”
Phita touched one of the balls of gas that the humans called the stars. The star trembled and glowed brighter as Phita shared some of her eternal flame with the orb. Evyette approached her mother wearily, her mother was when mad loud and boisterous but the fact her mother was calm meant that she was on another level… she gulped. Rubbing at her neck.
“You are not me Evyette. You do not stand a chance against my grandfather.”
“You don’t know that.”
“You cannot beat me. How do you think you will beat him? You are not Alvax. You don’t have neither the charm nor the skill to talk your way out of this. You can’t apologise for what you’ve done to insult my grandfather. Unlike me, who can stand her ground and walk out of this alive. Novevu will only be satisfied with the death of you or the destruction of our house. Why would you put our children through that.”
Evyette opened her mouth to protest…
“You know when I put you in charge and left, I thought it would be for the betterment of the house; and for a time it was… now with this I might as well take back the house and you can be resigned to that of a treasure. You’ve not earned your place an ancient nor have you learnt any of the lessons I tried to teach you as a treasure.”
Silence filled the space between them, but for Evyette the emotion of bitter hatred consumed her; her mother had no right to be so outrageously self righteous about this entire situation, seeing as a lot of the previous facts stated were entirely false.
“At least I am not a coward. At least I am not afraid of Novevu.”
They both returned to the palace, this time Phita led Evyette to a grand library where her mother began to look through the volumes of papyrus that she had. Evyette was partially curious as she was offered a comfier stool than the one she had been offered earlier by a servant who skittered out of the room in fear as soon as Evyette was gone, what a strange reaction? Perhaps it was because of her mother or maybe the servant was new and not used to be in the presence of their most important deity. Once Phita had finished rummaging around the place like a lunatic, she placed into Evyette's lap several scrolls that Evyette was supposed to read. Opening the first carefully she unfurled the scroll and waited for it to land before beginning to muse over the hieroglyphs.
"I've never heard of these swords."
"There are three, and honestly they might be the only way you can walk out of this alive. It's the only way to deter Novevu from doing anything."
"Where are they?"
"Who can say, Extius gave them to the humans and told the humans to hide them from us by whatever means possible. I've only ever encountered one and it disappeared shortly after. So I have no hope that you'll be able to find them in your time."
"You're saying they still exist."
"All three of them and all of them are deadly. Especially with the secretive fourth."
"Fourth?"
"It's currently in the possession of Alvax. He has never confirmed what it can and what it cannot do. It is why no one bothers trying to challenge him to a fight. We don't want to start a fight against someone and something that we can't be sure of."
Phita leant against her desk, there several unopened correspondence scrolls waited for her - she presumed that the contents revolved around landlords and somewhat literate slaves writing down their desires and begging her to see them made reality. As she waited for her daughter to formulate a plan, she snapped her fingers and asked for a glass of their finest wine, which once received she drunk eagerly. She knew that her words were particularly harsh but warranted especially because this was a massive screwup... one that she had never thought her own daughter would fall for. She shook her head as Evyette looked up, the younger female rolled up the scroll and placed it back where it belonged; reading each in turn and returning them before kneeling.
"Whatever are you kneeling for."
"I beg you for a battle blessing."
Phita snapped her fingers, as she was partially consumed by her true flame; she dabbed her daughter gently between the eyes for foresight and wisdom, her ears and then her daughter's shoulders and heart. Once that was done, Evyette rose and could not help but consume Phita in a hug that was as tight as one of Florita's on a bad day. With that Evyette disappeared and Phita sighed... she had no idea if the quest for the swords was worth anything, but she supposed that she needed to give her daughter some kind of path to surviving the war that was to come. She sipped at her wine and shut her eyes, remembering all that was and all that was about to be.
"I hope you know what you're doing." Echowix's words seemed to echo in her mind.
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Dec 24, 2021 14:11:54 GMT
Post by Spira on Dec 24, 2021 14:11:54 GMT
Requiem pt 1“I miss you more than life.”
Stasia touched the statuette, rather than a replica of her younger sister. The older Noba sister had opted for Verin to buried in the Vortex, with a wolf cub sitting vigilantly over the grave site. She traced her wrist, where a new scar was hidden by a bandage; Noxvon hadn’t understood why she had tried to kill herself when he found her in her studio… her soul about to fly away to the Void. Eviax had been called, and Stasia had sat numb as the life treasure healed the wound, or at least most of it until there was but a faint reminder of the event.
No one had told DeVian, not even she had. She kicked at the dirt and watched as the dust settled… in the background she could hear the soft repetitive chime of the carnival. She could go there, hop on a ride and be lost to oblivion. A new set of heavier footsteps approached, she didn’t have to turn to know it was the Darkness Ancient himself come to visit.
“Your sorrow, despite being silent. Is loud enough to wake the dead.”
“Then why won’t it wake Verin up.”
“Her soul has flown.”
“Soul? Ha.” She choked “You said so yourself. There was nothing left, no soul to collect. My sister might as well not have existed.”
“Do not insult her memory.” Xainayne warned
Instead of a laugh like she had intended, she let out a sob; the type that Xainayne knew well: an almost sickly forbidden type, not even a mother losing a child could compare to the type of sound that Stasia let out. He reached out but was instead slapped away; he would normally have hit back but instead pocketed his hand back in his cloak.
Stasia soothed herself, she had gotten so used to the action it was almost comedic; at least for Xainayne… he was the Ancient of mania and fear after all… his best friend Novevu despite the grace he gave off was the Ancient of true pain. Or at least, DeVian was now… he wondered if DeVian could hear her soulmate; or was the woman too busy saving the world to care?
“Stop thinking, it will stop the pain. The feelings.”
“If I wanted advice. I’d have asked Quinnox.”
“He will get you drunk. High. But he will let not listen nor talk to you.”
That caused Stasia to crack a smile, good. At least she was capable. Now it was time to get to business; without so much as caring if Gahbreal would come after his own Ancient; Xainayne grabbed a hold of Stasia and whisked them both off to the mouth of the Void. He did not stop there, rather he shoved her until she toppled off the cliff and was forced to cling for her life with her hands.
“You wanted to die? Want to be with your sister so bad. Then let go and die. You fucking idiot. If you die, which I suppose I am helping with that, then all of this…”
He waved his arms, suddenly they were not at edge of the world but in a lush field of green, with a bright blue sky and birds singing on the breeze. Stasia huffed.
“Would be for nothing. Did you for a second think of the consequences.”
Now they were on a raft with a ginormous wave coming towards them, Stasia contemplated jumping off of the raft and swimming away.
“Would be for naught. Your past life Lucas. Died, once a hundred years ago and do you know what happened?”
“Amarjeet nearly killed us all?”
“Bah. No. She nearly returned this place to the way Extius intended.”
Stasia sat up just as they were in the middle of the woods, a deer was being devoured by a pack of wolves. She couldn’t help but stare.
“Amarjeet, lost the love of her life. She let go. Verin like Lucas was the air she breathed and the water she craved at the end of a long day.”
He slapped her so she would pay attention.
“You have DeVian. You are not alone in this world. Do not let this be a repeat of history. I cannot watch it again. I cannot hear her scream for you.”
Finally Stasia shoved back, she screamed. She punched, kicked and maybe if she had a blade she would have ripped his heart out and put it on display - Eviax had taken her scissors away.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW.”
He did not respond.
“I AM SO SICK OF BEING THIS.”
Now they were in a busy market, humans went past them; going about their day… all of them talking about the events in Europe. None of them could see either the Ancient or Stasia.
“Look at them. They live life once. You have had the luxury of being amongst them before they called themselves human.”
“Why are you doing this.”
“Because if I don’t. It will be like every single time I failed Novevu. He should not have died. Just like how in your heart you know that if you died now; DeVian, Rene, Qrow… would not feel anything but utter failure.”
He paused for dramatic effect, as was in his nature before continuing
“I understand what it is. To lose someone you hold so dearly. But I also know that your sister would not want you to suffer like this.”
Now they were at the peak of Everest.
“Not have wanted you to lose your way. To want to kill yourself. No.”
This time it was his turn to be thrown off a cliff. Unfortunately for Stasia this would not be the end of their trip. Because the next thing she knew she was in her studio where Noxvon had found her. But rather than cleaned up it was like Xainayne had frozen her attempt in time and now she was looking at her corpse.
“DeVian was on her way home to you. She would have found you like this. Yes you left a note but that would not have sufficed.”
Noxvon had told Stasia later that once she was stable, Xainayne had sent Ritunen in to be a distraction so that they could be sure Stasia would survive the night. Ritunen had visited later and had in the simplest and nicest way possible: ‘do that again and death won’t be your out.’ And to prove a point he dug his nails into her and allowed some of his power over fungi to manifest; she felt like she was being eaten alive, Gahbreal had to pull him back and had to ask Vetani to reverse whatever it was Rit had tried to start.
When Stasia finally had the nerve to ask Rit if he had told DeVian, the Sytagen laughed and said even Stasia didn’t deserve the satisfaction of knowing what DeVian’s reaction would have been… knowing she had left DeVian to fend for herself. Rit then left.
Stasia couldn’t even look at Gahbreal, when he handed her the hand written letter… the words were smudged on account of her own tears, she had been out of her mind high on painkillers.
“I suppose you did not think the blade would be enough. Four bottles. Really? Even I could have told you that was not going to work.”
“Do you hate me?”
“No. Katze. I cannot hate my own child. Not when they are in so much pain.”
She read the note, her writing was a mess… and in a mess of English, Portuguese and Japanese. She could barely even decipher what she had been trying to say in Japanese.
My love,
I cannot apologise for the scene you see here. I cannot know how it is you would react though I can be certain that you will pass out only to rise furious at me. For this. My worst infraction over the many hundreds of years we have walked this realm and many others together.
I thought I should have died in battle… that way at least you can direct your anger elsewhere but instead you can only be angry at me. For this.
I cannot really explain why this was justified. I cannot precisely elaborate on why I made such a decision. When Verin died I feel like I finally partially understood how Amarjeet must have felt finding Lucas in fifty pieces at their front door. I suppose this is a slightly more graceful death, if suicide is ever graceful. Normally suicide is attributed to those who forget their purpose. Those who have lost their way; I think maybe I lost myself too.
I understand how and why you might think you might have been too late. Our lives seem to have that in common; we are always just a second too late to save the other. But despite this you should not blame yourself; you have Ritunen, you can be happy again. I understand that the bond that he and you share is not the same ours but one could argue that perhaps if given the chance to… it could blossom and be so much more.
Stasia wiped at her eyes, Xainayne didn’t think Stasia had the right to cry over this… to pity this. He rolled his eyes as she kept reading.
I love you, more than you know and I know that this pain will never in a million years be describable and you may never quite heal. Not as you would normally; but at least this time there will be no waking up to find yourself in a new body or time.
I think it is funny that despite being the thief that can steal minds that I could not steal my own. Could not save my own from utter fucking collapse.
Stasia stopped and began ripping the paper into bits until there was a pile of confetti left at her feet; in her haste she hadn’t realised she had cut herself so many times. She looked at Xainayne now, he offered her his hand which she took nervously, wondering what else the Darkness Ancient had in store for the two of them, she had expected to be thrown into a volcano but instead they found themselves in the bedroom that DeVian and Stasia shared, DeVian was deep in sleep gripping onto a pillow that was wrapped firmly with one of Stasia's dress shirts, Xainayne pushed her towards the bed and nodded. Stasia was unsure of herself as she moved towards the bed, she looked back only to see that Xainanye had faded into the shadows, taking off her outer clothing, she walked into their shared wardrobe and grabbed one of her stretched out band shirts – a reminder from the time they had attended their first music festival, when they were soaked in the rain and they complained about their mascara, when they both ate those shitty tacos and promised they would make something better at home. She turned on her ankle wanting to return to the bed but instead found herself looking at each of the random items of clothing.
The pair of converse she had worn to see DeVian after so much time apart, the same pair that Marjorie did not approve of.
The wedding dress that DeVian had decided not to wear after all. She wore a different dress that Stasia would have never had thought to pick out.
Their rings, oh their precious rings crafted so lovingly by Nier, that neither dared to wear unless they were on vacation together, or at home. Stasia slipped hers off and placed it next to DeVian's, the rings chimed in recognition and she could hear DeVian let out a breath, finally slumbering peacefully knowing that her other half was home.
The flower crowns that they had made each other when they went to visit Najya's village.
She continued walking through and picking things up, examining them and the memories that came attached, stopped herself from opening the cabinet where DeVian and Stasia stored their respective weapons, she knew that Eviax had returned her scissors and that they were there waiting... she shook her head and picked up a silk scarf from Turkey, the same one that was slightly charred after they had escaped from a mission. Folding it back up so that the charred edges were hidden she placed them back with the other assortment of things that they never wore but chose to keep as a reminder... she collected the pair of stilettos that DeVian wore day-to-day and quickly polished them before returning them to their spot amongst the many other identical pairs.
She opened the drawer with the hair pieces from their Japanese tea ceremony before the wedding, her own was a tortoiseshell; when Nier had first approached them before the wedding and before the ceremony asking about what each thought the other liked, Stasia had barely been able to answer. Nier had laughed and gone 'oh it's alright, I will figure it out on my own then. DeVian couldn't tell me either. I will be back.' she undid the bun that her hair was in and turned this time for the bathroom.
DeVian woke up, rubbing her eyes and blinked, the sound of a Koto playing in the distance had not gone unnoticed by the impromptu Death Ancient, the sound was familiar reverberating in her mind as she realised it was the same song that Stasia played at their wedding reception, sitting up she reached for her robe and began to walk towards the source of the sound, she came to an abrupt stop at the door as she watched Stasia in her Shiromuki. When Stasia had pulled out her Koto at the wedding, DeVian had not expected for Stasia to have composed a ballad, it lasted a full hour but no one had stopped Stasia from playing it to it's completion; from what DeVian could recall, Stasia was about at the end – the white haired woman had explained much later during their honeymoon that the song was a collection of all of the memories she had of DeVian throughout their lives and all of the marriages they had gone through, ceremonies, gifts, honeymoons and that it was just the culmination of a very long heartfelt journey.
Stasia continued to pluck at the cords, her mind was focused on just playing the song as she did all of those years ago, focused on the feeling of that moment and returning to that moment. She looked up as DeVian entered and sat down on the bamboo mat, picking up the pot of tea that Stasia had made before she started playing, the liquid inside was now the perfect temperature for sipping, she watched as her spouse sniffed; as though trying to determine what type of tea Stasia had decided to make, the signature matcha from the Noba estates – another detail from their wedding. DeVian poured them both a cup and sipped at it, listening to the music lilt and become higher, this part signified the mourning of Amarjeet for Lucas...
The two women sat next to each other on the couch, watching the fireplace. DeVian had noticed the scar on Stasia's wrist - but had decided not to ask, in case Stasia didn't want to talk about it, but also primarily because DeVian wanted her wife to open up and tell her what was on her mind. Leaning into each other they watched the flames flicker to and from, so peaceful and so eternal.
"I tried to die."
Stasia had thought DeVian would be furious, that she would be thrown out. Instead DeVian reached for that same incriminating wrist and rubbed the scar, it stung a bit and it made Stasia cringe to no avail but DeVian kept at it, as though she hoped her touch would be enough to erase whatever type of darkness had consumed her soulmate to do something so drastic.
"You know, I felt it."
This was new.
"When someone dies, I can feel it. I felt you cut your wrist."
"I"
"There is no need to say anything, do not say anything. I only wish you had used something that would not have left such an ugly scar."
Noxvon had gone on DeVian's order to stop Stasia. She would have gone herself but she didn't think she'd be able to save her spouse, all of these powers that she had now gained as an Ancient terrified her... and she hadn't wanted her new powers to kill Stasia. She kissed the scar and wished it would go away. Yes, she had been disappointed and she had wanted to strangle Stasia for doing something, but when Noxvon had returned promising Stasia's soul had remained and not flown like she had feared she had decided she needed to sleep. So she did, she hadn't even realised that Stasia had returned home, until her own ring chimed when reunited with its sister. Now they sat here, watching the fireplace.
"Do you hate me."
"I have long since forgotten what it means to hate. Do I hate you nearly died? Yes. Do I hate you for making that choice. No."
Ritunen stepped into the room, at first he wanted to crack a joke instead however he coughed so they could hear him. Stasia turned her head as he held up the two bags of plastic, the faint scent of really trashy, backwater Chinese food filled Stasia's nostrils. She cringed as DeVian got up and pulled her along, no one cared to grab the pretty set of crockery, no one cared about eating with plastic forks. The three sat there at the table, Ritunen stabbing at pieces of sweet n sour pork, DeVian was busy trying to sneak one of Stasia's pork dumplings, the only thing that was really out of place were the mugs filled near to brim with wine for all three. Ritunen looked over Stasia, he did not trust the electricity Aikekunai but did not want to start a fight that he knew DeVian would win if things came down to it.
"Why the hell is Chinese our default trash food night thing."
"Because if I remember distinctly. We all said that if we had to give Dev a night off. Chinese would be it."
"Also because it's the easiest to get drunk too. Flavours work."
"Hopefully they remembered the fortune cookies."
This caused the trio to laugh at that, all three lifted up their mugs and saluted each other before each taking another large gulp of the crimson liquid. Ritunen waited till they were nearly both finished before he pointed his fork at Stasia.
"Glad you survived? Cause otherwise tonight would be different."
Stasia did not need to respond.
"Good. Lesson learnt. Now. Please tell me one of you went to the store and got that salty caramel stuff."
"You realise you have money and a wallet." Stasia chided
"Yeah but you both do it so much better."
Another round of snickers as they tossed the rest into the trash, popped open another bottle, grabbed their three tubs of ice cream each labelled for their own person and strolled into the massive home cinema, Ritunen fluffed the blankets as Stasia lit the candles; DeVian off to check her emails and pick a film for the three to view, the blonde and brunette worked side by side, one checking the popcorn and the other making sure that everything else was in order so that by the time DeVian was back, both were on either side of the massive able to fit twenty people couch, that gave DeVian and whoever she wanted to cuddle with plenty of space as the film played in the background.
They woke to a phone ringing somewhere in the distance, all three splayed out in random positions on the couch, Ritunen cursed whoever was calling and got up to ruin someone else day, as he started cleaning up he looked at the two sleeping women, DeVian had a firm grip around Stasia's waist whilst Stasia was seemingly drowning in the woman's hair, they might as well have been dead to the world for how deep in sleep they were. By the time he had dealt with an insufferable human, carried them both to their bed and cleaned the house, he started on breakfast.
"How was she last night?"
"She is stronger than you think Xainayne. She won't abandon DeVian. Besides. I would not survive."
The Darkness Ancient sat on the bench as Ritunen cut up various fruits, putting each into a glass bowl whilst waiting for the bacon to fry. Unlike the two he called his life partners who slept for hours on end, Ritunen was not as much a fan of wasting the mornings as they were and he barely gave Xainayne a backwards glance as he walked up the stair with two seperate trays of breakfast in tow, the Darkness Ancient disappeared soon after knowing that he was no longer needed and that with all three back together, nothing was going to happen.
"Morning loves."
"What time is it?"
"Three minutes past eleven. Sit up. Breakfast is here."
Untangling themselves and sitting on either side of the bed so that there was just enough space for Ritunen to sit in the middle, Stasia bit into her fruit and sighed, DeVian on the other hand poked suspiciously at the bacon.
"You know I can cook."
"You do it so rarely that I have to make sure you're not trying to murder me."
"Ouch, and I cooked last week thank you." he sassed back
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Post by Dobu on Feb 11, 2022 8:50:36 GMT
Violent Tendencies: Part 1
Cool ribbons of air swayed through the night, the moon hanging high over the city as the usual commotions and gatherings were scattered about the streets. Something about the street lights being lit and the neon signs lining the sides of the road added a layer of comfort to the world. For a darkness claimant it was difficult to understand the constant fear humans felt toward the dark, but then again some claimants from the others houses felt the same way. At least tonight was meant to be relaxing. Or at least if things worked out how she had planned.
This was a different place compared to where she called her home. Around her parent’s home there was nothing but open fields and small towns. Her home in Manhattan was surrounded by busy streets and the consistent bustling crowds. This place however, where they had decided to meet, was a place she did not very much care for. Sometimes it felt like Jaffe personally always attempted to make her uncomfortable… who was she kidding, of course that was the reason! Having them meet at some random spot in the middle of California. In her mind the place was filled with too many eccentrics, people who desired more than what they were capable of reaching by proper means, but most importantly a plethora of people who would recognize her at a fucking glance.
As the vehicle slowed to a stop the small window between herself and Lizbett. She would have to make this up to the woman later, she was only human and yet she insisted that she accompany her across the country just to make certain she wouldn’t have tot deal with a temporary driver. For someone who wasn’t a claimant she was far too loyal, but it was that loyalty that made her want to make the woman a claimant more and more.
‘We are here master Gahbriogyva.’
‘Thank you dear, and it is fine to call me Gabi. We are friends after all.’
‘Y-yes ma’am. I mean! Yes Gabi.’
‘So, where is she? The nuisance refused to speak with me on the way here, but said she would speak with you?’
‘Yes, that… about that. She would be over there.’
The woman spoke as she pointed to a rather well dressed woman waiting patiently on the side of the road. Why was she in such a remote fucking location?! This was literally in the middle of nowhere important! Not to mention she was looking directly at them so she knew they were here!
‘Why the hell is she just standing there? I know that bitch can see us.’
‘That’s just it. She said she wanted you to go out and get her. Apparently she won’t come any closer without your escort.’
‘You have to be fucking kidding me. Just leave, I refuse to deal with this nonsense.’
‘Might I remind you Gabi, leaving now would mean we have to go back to the airport and fly back home. There won't be any flights back to New York until tomorrow as well so we'd be stuck waiting until the sun is up in ana airport filled with people who would no doubt hound you for photos and autographs. We would still need to stay in a hotel tonight even if we leave miss Jaffe here and there are no hotels in the area you like. You did only agree to come here once the miss assured you that there would be a five star hotel involved.’
‘I… well… Ich schwöre, diese Frau wird mein Tod sein.’ (I swear this woman is going to be the death of me.)
She could see the look of satisfaction on her face as well as the multitude of bystanders already staring at her vehicle. It was like these people hade never seen a limo made from carbon fiber and blood tinted windows before! As the door opened and she stepped out the door the only thing more intense than her anger was the smugness visible on her company’s face. Why she ever agreed to this date, or any of their dates, was beyond her understanding.
‘It is because she is strong… it is because she is strong… it is because she is strong…’
Her chant cut off by a high pitched scream, her attention shifting in a split second to some random human who just couldn’t contain themselves. Then the chattering, then the clicking and flashing of pictures. At least none of them were bold enough to approach as she sped up her step until finally at the woman’s side. At least she had agreed to her dress code. While Jaffe chose the location she had personally decided on the place they would eat, a restaurant with good reviews and a decent menu. They would have to dress formally to enter and so she decided on deep reds and blacks.
She gave the woman a once over, her choice of clothing just as she had expected yet she was hoping to see her in a dress. Then again it was that hope which most likely led her to choose the full crimson blazer of rather intricate design. Amongst the crimson were deeper red damask patterns which blended well with the black silken blouse underneath the jacket. Stilettos being her choice of footwear, black in color, a higher heel than her own. Possibly an attempt to match in height? Pathetic. Although it would be cute if that were the case. Her entire outfit went well with her own choice of clothing, a turtleneck dress with a split on her right thigh. The dress itself was pure black while the fishnets underneath were a blood red. Over her shoulders she wore a jacket of the same red which turned to a black feathered design halfway down her back. Only Jaffe herself and Lizbett would know those were her actual wings.
‘You are such a pain and it is agonizing! Come, let us hurry up and get this over with.’
She quickly grasped the woman’s hand yet found her to be unmoving. Why?! What could possibly be the problem now?! Could they not just go and get this night over with? How much longer would she have to put up with this?
‘I’ve been waiting for so long, my legs have gotten rather tired. Couldn’t you be a good girl and carry me?’
‘Oh no. You cannot be serious.’
The speed at which her face lit up a bright red, watching as Jaffe held her arms out toward her, was enough to cause panic even in Lizbett as she watched from the driver’s seat of their car. This woman would clearly not be satisfied until one day Gabi actually grew impatient enough to kill her, but for now Lizbett as well as the surrounding crowd watched in awe as she effortlessly lifted her into her arms and carried her to the car. The feeling of her arms wrapping over her neck made the woman feel sick. It was pleasant… but entirely sickening.
‘You see? That wasn’t so hard now was it?’
‘You will beg for forgiveness, and even then that will not be enough.’
‘That’s what I was counting on from my future trophy.’
‘Anymore shit like this and you will not live long enough to see the day. I can promise you that.’
By now the flashing from the phones and cameras were beginning to agitate her more and more, her tension only starting to settle down when she placed her company into the vehicle and sat down herself on the opposite side. No words needed to be exchanged, a glance from her employer and Lizbett locked the doors and sped off, closing the window which sat between her and the two claimants sharing the space behind her. Jaffe could not even manage to get a word out before Gabi’s hand was wrapped tightly around her neck, crimson eyes staring her down like that of an animal’s.
‘I’m sorry, did I make you upset?’
‘Upset? You’d be foolish to believe I’d just be upset from something like this. I’m livid. Boiling over.’
‘Well then what will you do about it? I can’t wait to experience it.’
With each passing moment her grip tightened, she could feel the strength of Gabi’s hand employing the same almost endlessly growing status she seemed to sport in every scenario. She watched as her eyes grew closer and closer, that demonic gaze that could sell for an endless amount adorned on a face with features which held a contrast that would fool anyone who didn’t know her into thinking otherwise. Murderous intent with an equally volatile amount of lust and desire. The same visage she wore upon her face as she snuffed out life after life! It was exactly the type of face she wanted her to have when she placed her into a display, an eternal trophy holding a look that could kill passersby just by their choice to look upon it. Just how far was she willing to go? How much was she going to put forth? Possibly knock her out? Perhaps this was the final straw and she planned to kill her? The possibilities in violence which followed this girl were endless!
However, none of it would come to pass. Her grip, replaced with a gentle touch pressing against the darker skinned woman’s cheek. It didn’t make any sense, of all the things she could have done she chose to instead end this with a… kiss?! It was everything to not expect! Long, drawn out, passionate, she could even feel Gabi’s tongue pressing against her own! It was disturbingly pleasant, looking to see that she even chose to close her eyes as if the world were melting away around them. Why was this fighter, this warrior, this devil being so affectionate all of a sudden?!
It wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Jaffe always seemed to smell nice, so for now this would count as a passable punishment. It was easy to hold her down, although she probably wouldn’t notice that there was no real escape here, but that was for the best. There was no need to struggle after all. Ending the kiss itself would be the fun part, pulling her lips away from the blonde and sitting calmly where she had been since they arrived in this place. She crossed her legs as well as her arms, blue eyes looking directly forward as the vehicle was filled with silence. At least until Jaffe had realized what happened.
‘Are you serious? What was that supposed to be?’
‘…’
‘And now you’re going to give me the silent treatment? Do you even understand how these things are supposed to work?’
Gabi refused to speak. Instead she closed her eyes briefly as she licked her lips and cracked a small, satisfied smile. Her fingers moving her hair behind her ear in a mocking manner.
‘Oh you are fucking unbearable sometimes Gabi.’
‘Lizbett, if you would please speed this up. It is getting rather stuffy back here and I would like to stretch my legs.’
‘I’m going to stuff you in a box Gahbriogyva!’
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Post by Dobu on Feb 15, 2022 8:22:29 GMT
Ballafex's Pilgrimage Part 1: The Dust-walker
The sun was strong, sending waves of heat down upon the farmlands as the men and women tended to the fields of crops and orchards of fruit trees. The village was small and maintained as best as it possibly could be, homes and huts of wood and mortar, simplistic and rugged with the soft green grass billowing under the pressure of the wind. The children scurried and scampered through the fields, playing and enjoying their lives until they grew tired and would move to rest under the trees. Looking up at the soft blue sky they would take turns giving their depictions of what they believed the clouds to be and yet the normalcy and simplicity of their lives was admirable. The fathers sweating in the fields as they collected the crop and prepared the land in hopes that they might yield more, mothers looking down from the trees watching over the children as they filled baskets with fruits.
This would go on from dawn to dusk, the day of harvest being over with and through. As the mothers led the children back to their homes and the fathers stood in the freshly tended fields they would laugh and speak of the remainder of the year and the changing of the seasons… then silence… They would stand and look out to the horizon, the air glittered with sparling gold in the form of what seemed like a dust touching down over the landscape. It left no trail and did not linger. Moved in tandem and flowed like the rotation of the earth around the sun. Its orbit circling the man who stood tall within its beautiful swirling form.
‘Please. There is no need to be alarmed my friends. I come bearing gifts of the earth, the all father who would not abandon you. For your works are pure, intoxicating, pleasing to the earth beneath your feet and I have seen your respect for the fruit my father has gifted you.’
His voice was not nearly as deep as they expected. It was rather average and yet carried easily through the air like the humming of a cello. He spoke in a flowery manner, as if threads danced around you with every sound that slipped his lips… but at the same time those threads seemed so readily prepared to strangle the very life out of them. It caused them to shiver, an uncontrollable fear poking at their hearts and yet they still spoke.
‘You, your approach. I have heard of this from my grandfather. The glistening stone dust that touches the air as the stars do in space. Could you be the Dust-walker? Coming from the mountains to judge us?’
The male spoke as he stepped forward and yet it wasn’t until the figure had come within close proximity that he realized just how tall he truly was. Unhuman, he stood nearly two feet taller than him with a smile so honest it washed away all of is previous fear. He looked to be of native origin and yet wore light robes of soft material. It was confusing to see as his hand moved forward, resting at his midsection in a friendly manner. He could not refuse lifting his own hand to accept the simple handshake he had been offered. It almost felt as if he were meeting an old friend who had always been there.
‘I am Ballafex, wanderer of the earth. I am simply showing my gratitude toward your respect for this land you tread. Think nothing more of it. I will help you just as all people should. We shall purge all of the impurities of this land as I have been given the ability to do so.’
‘What do you mean? Have we not been caring for the land properly?’
‘Do not take my words so strictly, for there is only so much you can do compared to what I can do for this land.’
‘How can you be so certain? What could one man do that we all could not?’
Ballafex lowered himself down to a single knee and brushed the tips of his fingers across the ground. He closed his eyes as if choosing to view what was beneath the earth itself rather than what rested on its surface. The men and women watched to see what it was he might do, what might be the cause of his appearance. The children on the other hand watched as if their minds raced with ideas of who he might be or what he might do. To the adults this man seemed to inspect the surface of the land, to the children it looked as if he were searching for something out for sight.
‘You’ve done so well, treating this land with respect and proper care. However there is only so much that man can do compared to us. Some choose to frown upon us, look to us like creatures that should not exist or should not be upon this planet. This is an incorrect thought. It causes stress, a fissure to form between our kinds. However that should not dictate how we act. Should we not be prepared to lead you all in the proper direction? Time and space, the air, dancing flames, water as it flows or ice that freezes over, the earth and ores resting beneath your feet, the natures which flourishes alongside you, sparks flying through the sky, the sun and light upon the day, the moon and darkness of the night, the very ways of order and chaos, even life and death itself. These are the things that are outside of your direct control yet they exists within us. Would it not be my duty to reward your care for us?’
His fingers pressed into the earth, the ground beneath them softening and shifting ever so slightly. The fungus and impurities of the earth being raised along with stone and dust and being ground into the stone, dirt and gravel. Then, it was all melded together into a soft and fertile soil crafted from the very things resting within and upon the ground. He shifted the farmlands into proper and perfect order, repaired the paths and roads, even reinforced their homes with stone and crafted brick from the mud to stabilize it all. Within moments the village had changed from a simple and humble place into a well maintained and built city of stone structures and agricultural prosperity. Then, as he pulled his hand from the earth, did the glittering dust which floated around him scatter and blend itself into the ground around them.
‘I do not see things in such a simple light compared to a lot of my brothers and sisters. We claimants are special, but we are not gods. Nor are the treasures or the ancients. If such a hierarchy were to exist then that would mean I stand above them after all, and yet were are equal. Humans are no different. Children who do all they can with such limited time and in that sense is it not right for me to give you a helping hand?’
That night the villagers stayed out in the open fields, speaking with Ballafex under the moon and stars. The children asking questions of what the claimants and treasures and ancients he spoke of were, the men and women asking about his beliefs and how he viewed the world itself. Questioning him on how things moved behind the scenes outside of their vision. It always seemed as if he were speaking in a manner that made things difficult to understand, but then there were certain questions in which the answers were so simple he could answer them in ways that they were easily capable of grasping.
‘What are the ancients like? Are they like you?’ a child would ask.
‘Of course not, I do not compare. If you were to look upon my acts and see a deity or a being of great power then you would look upon the ancients and see what you humans call gods. However they are much like children in a way. All the knowledge they have and yet things which are so simple tend to so drastically change how they feel. They know how capable they are and yet sometimes they act as if they are not, or they might possibly not understand just how far they can go. In that sense however I would still remain ignorant myself to the vast expanse of their existences.’
‘What made you decide to help us? Why were we so lucky?’ one of the women questioned him.
‘It is not so vague. I chose to aid you because you have my favor. I walk this world with the dust of the very earth beneath my feet. I am one with the earth as I have chosen to be, and as such I care deeply for its condition. Not just the stone or dirt, soft or solid ground, but every single thing that rests upon this earth itself, for it all belongs to my master. As you have treated what belongs to my master with respect and care, so will I do the same in return.’
‘What do you mean when you say it all belongs to your master?’
‘My master? I am nothing more than a single stone cast into the vast expanse. My master would be the one who cast the stone. He sees himself as less than, as if he is dried up and barren, but would you view that as a curse?’
‘I do not understand your question?’
‘Listen well child and I will teach you. Some would say that the opposite of the earth is air, but that is not correct. The earth keeps the air grounded after all, gives it a place to rest and exist. This would make the opposite of earth a place that can exist without it, space. All things, all elements require the earth in order to exist. The earth provides the resources for all others to come to life or exist in peace. Even the passing of time itself cannot destroy the earth, its great passing only strengthening or weakening its connection with the other elements ever so slightly. Then space, that vast expanse which stretches beyond what you might comprehend, its contents are naught but the dust and stone which makes up the planets which litter the infinite itself. The moon itself is your proof of that. Even where others might not exist, the earth will forever remain, the stones, the building blocks of your world as well as every other, that is what my master represents. As such he is the least barren and infertile of all, because he is the source for all other things. The one who stands at the very pinnacle of all things. The great all father.’
His eyes looked over the group of people around him. He smiled, chuckling slightly as he stood to his feet and clasped his palms together in an apologetic manner. His eyes were like soft amber as they focused back onto the male who had asked the question.
‘My apologies. I seem to have gotten absorbed in my own words and said too much. Concepts such as these surely must be far too much to handle.’
‘Of course not! We are honored that you would go to the trouble of even saying what you have said.’
‘This is good. It pleases me when others are so willing to listen and learn. However, our time must come to an end. I have been here for long enough and I must move on to exact my duty upon the earth. There are others who require my... attention.’
‘Will you be going to give gifts to others who have treated the earth well?’
‘When the time comes that is my duty… however not everyone is so respectful to my master. The earth is kind and nurturing, giving its all to ensure that everything else might flourish upon its surface. Even when molten flame and magma cascade across the lands its destruction is merely temporary before the earth recovers and its beauty returns tenfold. However, when it comes time for the earth to exact its toll on those who would see to disrespect the very foundation which gives them life then it is the earth’s duty to bring upon them a nightmare. My duty. Whether I am viewed as a friend, or an arbiter, such depends solely on your own works.’ |
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Post by Dobu on Feb 16, 2022 0:55:31 GMT
Ballafex's Pilgrimage Part 2: The Nightmare of the Earth
‘Do we have the flint and steel?’
‘Of course, we wouldn’t be capable of doing this otherwise. Has everyone prepared themselves?’
He turned back to see the group of men dressed in dark attire. They all looked to be of thief origin, yet by the emblems on their garb it was clear they belonged to a land of some sort. Dragons clutching or the skulls of lions, no doubt meant to intimidate, although these men did little to depict the visage of dragons. More like snakes in the dark, short swords and daggers attached at the hip with crossbows and hand crossbows tied on their persons.
‘Good. Then I’ll explain the plan again… we have been tasked with dealing with a nearby village. The warriors of this land are strong, difficult to deal with head on, but we won’t have to once we set things in motion. Leggard and Kissan have gone about setting up dried patches along the hillside and through the forest. We will light flames along the hills, have them catch the trees and land ablaze, then move in under the cover of smoke and darkness. The moon is high but the clouds are heavy, we will use that darkness to move in and slay the warriors as they attempt to stance the flames.’
‘The assault group will move with me and get into position, preparing to attack the moment the opportunity arises. The fire group will move with the captain and set the flames as they move down the hill under the smoke. Does everyone understand?’
The men all checked their equipment. Splitting into their assigned groups and standing by as their leaders prepared themselves and went over the plans. Then, once everyone had settled themselves and were fully prepared for the attack, the captain spoke yet again.
‘This is it boys. Don’t falter. Remember to capture the women and children. Our lord was very specific as to leave no man alive, but he also made certain to say he required we return with slave candidates. You know how it is. Now then, men, light your fires.’
One of the soldiers stepped forward and reached into his pocket, pulling a piece of flint out and holding his dagger to it as he crouched down next to a patch of bundled dry leaves and foliage. It had been prepared well just as they were told, ready to be lit at a moments notice and crafted to light quickly yet burn long. He moved the dagger back slightly, scraping the edge of the blade against the flint stone and as he did the item broke apart and fell to the ground.
‘What the hell?’
‘What is it? Why have you not lit the fire?’
‘The flint just crumbled apart when I struck it. Someone give me another piece.’
One of the others reached into their pocket to retrieve another piece of flint yet a confused look formed within his eyes. Upon removing his hand from his pocket nothing but dust was clutched within his gloved fist, falling to the ground in a pile of dark gray.
‘This doesn’t make any sense. My flint has turned to dust completely. What of everyone else? Has the same thing happened for all of you?’
Everyone simultaneously reached into their pockets and satchels only to be met with piles of dust and crumbled stone. Had they been sabotaged? Did the enemy catch onto their plans somehow? Bu that didn’t make any sense. What could they have possibly done to cause this?
‘Did we not check the flints before we left?’
‘Of course we did, they were all perfectly fine, even tested them to make sure they would spark. I don’t know what could have caused this!’
‘It’s sad. Really it is. This is a foolishness I cannot abide.’
Everyone paused, silence beyond silence. A voice which was unrecognizable. A person who was not amongst their group. Weapons were drawn, eyes shifting in all directions and yet nothing could be seen… nothing except for the sparkling red mist rolling in from up the hill. It was sudden, almost impossible to anticipate and yet before they knew it the area had been swept away into a red haze surrounding them all. Upon closer inspection it became clear that this mist wasn’t what they believed it to be at all, instead the glittering red which was not also sparkling upon their persons was identified as a dust which had filled the air. The captain of the group raising his hands to view the tiny crystalline fragments which had begun attaching themselves to them.
‘What is this? Ruby dust? Red amber? No one remove your masks! Don’t breathe in the dust!’
‘Captain!’ one of the soldiers cried out to which he turned his attention to a panicked face which was looking right past him.
The very ground beneath their feet shifted and softened, turning to what seemed like sand and from that sand the tip of a blade slowly began to rise from the earth’s surface. They all watched as from this pool of swirling mineral and rock arose the form of what looked to be an undead creature, skeletal figure walking its way up from the very land they stood upon until it towered over them like a monster. All of the soldiers cowered in fear or stood in awe, the captain on the other hand was close enough to see that this skeleton was in fact something different.
The skull which covered its head was crafted from dark stone, possible bedrock and obsidian from how it looked, its body adorned with the same earthen material to give the look of some shadowy unliving specter. The form was adorned with flowing cloth that looked to be stained with charcoal and lead, staining its garments in a thick black darker than the stones which covered its skin. Upon closer inspection it seemed the red dust was also laced within the stone which covered this figure’s body. What was the most concerning thing however was the item held within his hand. A long staff, larger than his own body, adorned with a single edged blade.
‘You humans are quite the plague. While some of you are capable of doing what you should and abiding by the ways of decency it leaves a sour taste in my mouth when you would use the elements of my brothers and sisters to your foolish devices.’
‘Who are you? What do you want from us?’
‘I am a vestige of the earth, a single stone in this pond of gravel, and dust, and stone, but even so I can shift this land however I see fit and I will protect what belongs to my master and his family at all costs. For some I am grace. For you, I am death.’
The red crystalline dust began to swirl and shift around them, the shards coming together until they formed thick, sharpened chunks of gemstone which blended through the air in a blur or red. The captain raised his weapon, his sword striking down on the figure’s person yet the weapon itself stopped entirely on the stone which covered it. There was no retaliation, only the silent gaze from the shadows which made up the place its eyes would be under the stone mask which covered their face. All around that silence was the screaming panic and terror of those who were once clearly visible made impossible to see by the swirling red which only began to weaken once the shouting and crying out had ceased. However there was nothing left of them, only their weapons which had been nicked and chipped all over as well as a deep crimson mist which filed the air along with the crystalline red dust.
‘What happened to them all? What did you do?’
‘I simply did my duty. No matter who or what all things must eventually return to the earth which will persist throughout all things. All I did was speed up the process. Their bodies will supplement the earth and their sundered and scattered forms sprinkle the land in fertility. You will face the same fate.’
‘Who are you?’
‘Me? I am Ballafex. Dust-walker. Nightmare of the Earth. My brothers and sisters, my masters and their subjects may not agree with what I do. However I do not hate them because they simply do not understand. Misguided. They believe we are all separate, but it is the very earth itself that is the root of all things. Every single thing requires a foundation, something from which it must be born and the one who takes that role of fertility to all things is the all father, the earth itself. You humans however are a different story, a product of my masters’ kindness who are always so readily prepared to do whatever you so desire… for your own sakes. In that you are all wretched beyond saving, however there are some of you who respect the powers that be. My favor is not easy to obtain and is gained through hard work and dedication to the world itself. You who would burn it away, destroy nature by means of fire, make your claim at life for your own satisfaction, who would manipulate the elements gifted to you by the masters… you are the ones who must be punished.’
‘Is that not how we humans were made? Is that not what this world was made for with us upon it?! Who are you to decide our fates based on something we cannot even see?’
‘There’s no need to struggle against the inevitable. No matter how you plead there will be no survival. However I am not so merciless that I will not give you proper direction before you return to the earth. The choice then is yours. Those you were preparing to attack will also be judged and it was their choice that I judge you in this manner. They chose that I judge you in this manner, with your very lives, so now I give you the same grace. How would you have me judge them?’
They stood silently. The man confused beyond repair at the choice he had been given, or rather the lack of choice. There were no options given, no choices offered, all he knew from what he had been told was that they had made the choice to have them killed. Could he not make the same choice? Did they not deserve the same fate they had placed upon them? He had so many more questions to ask, things to inquire and discover and yet there was so little time. For instance, if he had asked them before enacting this judgement then why did he approach them from behind? From their own homes? Even so all he could do was assume and make his own choice.
‘I choose the same, no! I choose even worse. Tear their lands asunder, leave it barren and lifeless so that nothing might grow there ever again. However I will make a difference to their choices. These barbarians, I don’t want them to die so easily. I want them to suffer. I want you to spare the adults and cull only the children. That way they can die slowly with a lack of harvest while suffering the losses of their progeny.’
Ballafex sighed. While he had planned to lay waste to all things in the area he could never understand the fascination with suffering that the humans held so close. The prolonging of grief and pain. Was the simple act of dying not enough for them? Even so this was what he had decided and so he would do as he was asked. A final mercy for a dying man.
‘Very well. I have heard your request, and I will make it so. Now… return to the earth.’
His steps were soft, the earth beneath his feet crumbling with every step. The dry ground breaking to dust, fissures and chasms scattered about the small village as the air was filled with panicked cries and calls for help and aid. The red mist enveloped the entirety of the area and the once lush and vibrant landscape was now no more than a desolate and dry wasteland. Trees withered and dried up, grass and flowers crumbling with a single strong breeze, water being absorbed into the ground which never seemed to be satiated as the earth turned to shifting sand and swept the moisture into the deepest depths of the ground where it would never reach the surface. All life smothered and turned to dry earth as building and structures crumbled beneath their failing foundation.
‘Why have you done this to us?! Was it not you who said you would slay our enemies?!’
One of them men cried out as they watched his approach through the red sparkling dust which had fallen over their village. The men women and children who were once in their homes now gathered in a single location, attempting to remain safe and in a location where they would not have to worry about the very ground crumbling beneath their feet.
‘This was your own doing. I did not come to kill you like this, nor did I come to kill your enemies. I came to choke the land and destroy all things you would call home. To empower the earth and have it choke away all things until only the stones beneath your feet were left. No food, no water, no chance for easy survival and through that I believed you might grow to respect the land you live upon and the masters who gave you the gifts of prosperity and life. However I gave you the choice, and you chose to have your enemies slain… it was only natural that you would be made to face the same fate.’
‘You plan to kill us all just as you did to them? Why would you even ask us if that were the case? Why not just do this from the start?!’
‘Do not be naïve! Never compare yourself to me, human. I did not plan to kill anyone, this was all your choice. If you would have chosen to spare them I would have never asked their desires as well. You, however, are lucky to say the least. Not a single man, woman or child survived from their land and yet for you the one left standing granted you a slight mercy under the guise of suffering. You will be spared along with your women, but your children will be the ones to fall here.’
The mere mention of it caused an uproar of pleas and incoherent yelling, opposition to his words and yet he did not pay it any mind. He did as he always did in situations such as this. Cancel out the voices, erase the clutter of sound and human words without real passion. These people were less than animals, barbaric and uncaring. They would disturb the earth and the life surrounding them but then beg for mercy and cry out in defiance when met with the same fate they had met so many others with. How absolutely and utter despicable.
These situations were the kinds that made him dislike humanity more and more, a flaw he could not understand. Some so easily understanding of their place upon the earth while others can’t avoid attempting to rise above their position. His heavy steps rang like the bells atop a steeple as he approached the group, some choosing to attempt at stopping him while others made the choice of standing in between him and the children. How so readily willing they were to protect what was theirs and yet destroy what belonged to the ancients. Particles of the red dust hardened in the air, large crystals and constructs crafting themselves around him into large hands which moved about tossing his opposition aside until no one stood in his way. Then, as he came face to face with these small humans, did he lift his weapon into the air.
‘Rejoice. You shall once again become one with the earth.’
As his weapon began its decent only the sudden snap behind his head cause him to escape his composure. The blade of his weapon falling to the ground, impaling the earth beneath his feet and for a moment his eyes looked down to confirm the action which had taken place. This did not last long however. His gaze quickly turned to meet that of a familiar friend, or at least someone he would call friend no matter how one sided it might be. Then again he should have expected this meeting to take place.
‘Ballafex!’
‘Eviax.’
‘What do you think you’re doing to these children?’
‘I’m doing what must be done.’
‘You justify the slaying of those too young to understand with phrases such as “what must be done”? Have you no shame?’
‘It does not matter whether they understand or not. This is a simple act of the earth’s retribution. You know this just as well as I do yet you would question me?’
‘No one knows anything like you do. No one understands how at times you can be the most compassionate person alive and then you turn around and do things like this! What right do you have? What justification could you possibly give?’
‘Justification?’ he spoke as he looked directly into the treasure’s face. ‘How careless. You would ask me to justify my reasoning for doing what I do and yet I am the one who understands the situation completely. I am doing what you should be doing. I am enacting the justices which you should be enacting. These heretics, lower than insects, they would slay one another for the smallest of reasons and even without my intervention the inevitable end of their lives would have come by each others hands! They tread this earth, burn its bounty, bring ruin to all that our masters, your mother and her family gift to them including their very lives and yet you come to me about how I enact justice?’
‘It is not up to you to decide these things. It’s not your choice.’
‘This was their own choice. They were the ones who requested it be this way. You no doubt came here in response to the other lives I’ve returned to the earth I assume’, he turned to face the crowd of humans around them. ‘Was that not your choice?! This, your very own choice?!’
The area fell silent. None of them wanting to answer, lacking a response that they could find favor in. It was when no one chose to speak that he lifted his hands in front of himself and looked at the solid gold cuff around his right wrist. He began to remove it slowly, freeing only his left hand from the weight it provided before continuing to move forward towards the children who cowered behind Eviax.
‘You don’t have to do this Ballafex. No one wants you to do this. Just walk away.’
‘On the contrary, it must be done. These people were so readily willing to disrespect the ancients with their actions and so I will bring upon them the terror of the earth. Just as they decided the fate of their enemies so too was their fate decided for them. It would be unfair of me to stop short now, no matter how anyone pleads. They will be returned to the earth.’
As he walked forward, hand reaching forward towards the children past Eviax who remain motionless, did the sound of a heavy strike against stone echo through the air. His motion stopped, a slight stumble in his step as the red dust ceased and settled down until it blanketed the ground in red, the darkness of the night sky illuminated by the moon once again visible to all. The stones which covered his frame crumbled apart, falling to the ground at his feet before he gave Eviax a final disapproving look before falling forward onto the ground with a loud thud.
‘I’m glad he wasn’t paying much attention to his surroundings. It’s always difficult to tell how he’ll react to anyone around him in situations like these and the moment he removed that thing from his wrist things became a lot more dangerous.’
‘Thank you for accompanying me Noxvon. I was hoping things would not go so far, but it so often does with Ballafex that I wanted to make certain I was prepared. I did not expect him to directly remove the inhibitors however.’
‘He certainly wouldn’t have been capable of killing us with his touch, but we still don’t know what will happen if he does touch one of us... it looks like we couldn’t stop him completely here.’
They both watched as one of the children who was just slightly too close stepped back away from his body which rested on the ground, however it was too late to save them from their fate. Their very skin drying at an alarming rate, crumbling like dried ground before flaking off and falling to the ground into a pile like sand and flesh compiled together. Almost like the minerals that made up their very body separated themselves from everything else, becoming a humble sand and leaving behind nothing more than a steaming pile of moist flesh.
‘Damnit! Why does he have to be like this?’
‘Look at his ancient, Eviax. Does it not seem rather apparent how it could happen?’
‘It would be easier to just put him in the Prism of have him killed at this rate. He always finds reason to kill humans regardless of age.’
‘You know neither of those are decent choices. Even if he acts out in a manner no one approves of, Flori would see any action against him as a means to act himself. Ballafex hasn’t acted against any claimants, ancients or treasures so if we act against him then it would only look like us acting against Ballafex.’
‘So then what do we do about him? What can we do about him that won’t give Flori a reason to be the child that he is?’
‘The same thing everyone always does. This time however we will have to talk to someone about this. We can’t allow this to go on.’
His eyes opened slowly, wearily with dark circles around them, meeting the clear blue sky of the day. The ground was hard beneath his body and that cool comfort of the earth caused a smile to spread across his face. He looked to his side where he found his weapon resting, although it was only the blade which once rested at the head of his staff, and reached for it before rising to his feet. He took note of the bracelet which was once again back on his wrist, and with a motion of his hand discarded the dust and dirt from his garbs until they were completely clean yet again. He surveyed the area, somewhere familiar and yet not so familiar that he could recall in that very moment. Even so he chose to do the only thing he did best as a natural nomad… walk.
‘As surely as the land stands firm beneath my feet shall I always continue moving forward. For the earth encompasses all things, is the root of all things, the beginning of all things, the catalyst for all things. Everything begins with the earth and cannot exist without the earth. Upon the earth all things are one… I must remember these things… I must remember… remember…’
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Mar 23, 2022 19:44:25 GMT
Post by Dobu on Mar 23, 2022 19:44:25 GMT
My Lead
‘You know, you could always just let me lead on these jobs. It is… well… my job to do so.’
‘Oh shush. I refuse to allow someone so clumsy to lead me into any battle.’
‘Yeah, you say that and then we just end up running headfirst into battle with me as the vanguard. It always turns out the same.’
‘Can you just be quiet? I need to hear what they’re talking about. This is what we came here for after all, gathering information. That’s why I lead. You lack the capability to do anything other than fight so just leave this to me.’
‘It’s hard to do that when I’m stuffed inside of a vent. We couldn’t have chosen any other path?’
‘This was the easiest and the simplest, making it the best option. Now be quiet, you’re acting like a child.’
They looked on through the thin grates, dust filtering through the air and yet neither of them really paid it any mind. What was really important was the conversation which was being held before their eyes. The information was good, the location was correct, now all they needed was the proper evidence to deal with the problem, as was the normality of their roles. The sound of creaking wood and metal was as ominous as it always managed to be, the eerie atmosphere of a decrepit and derelict old home. There was no time to pay attention to the weak floorboards or the molded walls, nor set up any contingencies involving the more than capable collapse of the building. Not while these people chose to speak.
‘So you weren’t followed?’
‘Since when was anyone following any of us? No one cares about what we do.’
‘You can never be to sure. Things always seem rather tense, especially so when the ancients are on edge.’
‘Aren’t they always on edge?’
‘Come on sis, there’s no need to be so hostile. He’s just nervous.’
‘I get being nervous, but being paranoid doesn’t bode well for any of us. Be alert, be prepared, but don’t put everyone at risks with your worries.’
‘She’s right about that, Eldritch. If something does happen we just need to handle it.’
‘Of course she’s right, but that doesn’t erase the risks. Depending on the way things work out we could all end up dead here. We all know I’m not one for fights.’
‘Yes we know, you much prefer to keep your distance and do things from the safety of your hiding spots.’
‘That’s not what I mean, Auroros. You know that. Tell me, White Widow. What do you plan to do if he shows up?’
‘Exactly what I always plan to do if anyone shows up. Now are we finished with this? I’d like to actually talk about something productive.’
‘She right, E. Let’s get this started.’ The male reached into a bag which was at his side where he pulled out a set of documents. ‘It took us quite a bit to gather these and, while I hate to say it, we killed unnecessary people this time around. It should have been avoidable.’
‘They shouldn’t have gotten in our way. It was a waste of their efforts as well as a waste of their lives, but I suppose that was to be expected.’
‘No, Widow, it wasn’t. That job could have been done perfectly and without any problems, but you decided to act on your own again. Our continued success relies heavily on our ability to stay out of sight and out of mind. It is clear that none of us are the absolute powerhouses that could deal with someone of ample strength unless we have a proper and functioning plan. When you step out of line like this it puts us all at risk, and this last job really put that into perspective. We got what we had gone there for, but also had to kill other claimants to escape properly. We no doubt left traces of our presence everywhere and most importantly we were seen. It will only be a matter of time before someone comes for us.’
‘And who could possibly manage to be a threat?’
‘With our goals? I wouldn’t be surprised if they sent an assassin after us. Specifically after killing other claimants we’ll need to worry about Gahbreal in the future, no doubt. The problem is our goal. With what we stole they’re sure to know it and respond the moment they do.’
‘What? You think they’d send someone like Nier after us? That idiot wouldn’t be much of a challenge.’
‘Don’t be naïve, Widow! Your brother and I are taking this seriously, and you know full well what that man’s role is. If he does come after us we might die before even getting a chance to fight back.’
‘Precisely, but that’s exactly why he probably won’t be the one they send. If I had to guess it would be Gahbreal, possibly one other. The real problem would arise if they send Eva. We can’t fight her at all. She outranks us outright, and a single command would spell our end.’
‘So then, since you two are so insistent on our inevitable demise… what now?’
‘What we do now is prepare. I doubt they will send Eva because of the risk. They tend to keep her far from danger. Nier wouldn’t take on something like this because he tends to be reserved for more high quality kills. DeVian… of course not. It wouldn’t suit her. Stasia is a no, we wouldn’t fall for something like that at this stage—'
‘You’re only really bringing up Aikekunai. You don’t think they’ll send anyone else, brother?’
‘Of course not. Who would you think they’ll send? Most importantly, the Aikekunai are the most efficient. If they sent someone like Haden, Najya, or Verin… well that would just be an outright battle. That and it has a chance of risk. Then there’s Hellfire.’
‘If they send him the whole area we’re found in might get destroyed.’
‘Exactly. They’ll send someone with control and who’s not so weak that they’d be at any real risk. If they’re smart then they know what we’re after by now. We’re trying to steal Alvax’s sword for fuck’s sake, we’re not exactly the safest.’
‘Finally! Now can I get out of here already?’
‘Have mercy, you’re such a whiny bitch!’
The group all turned to the vent located in the corner of the room, the voices echoing from the grates causing a shock that was less than expected. The metal covering being launched from its position on the wall down to the floor was more than enough to have them know they weren’t just hearing things. Then, as if their suspicions were right on the mark, the male slid from his position inside of the vent. His feet landed on the wooden floor with a heavy thud, hands wiping the dust from his person before he fixed his long coat. It was impossible to mistake the figure dressed in all black.
‘"Finally"? Those should be my words. I’ve been waiting for this opportunity.’
‘Wait, Widdow. Don’t.’
He gave her pause as he raised his arms into the air, another figure falling from the vent and being caught in his hands. As he placed them onto the floor she handed him the large axe which she had been holding onto tightly before situating her own sword at her side. A white dress complete with a design depicting orange and violet flowers, large denim jacket thrown over her shoulders, covered with multiple marks and patches.
‘You could have at least waited until I said to come out you know!’
‘That vent was starting to piss me off. We could have just as easily stood in the hallway or in the next room over.’
‘This house is damn near falling apart! They would have heard every move we made. I am leading this job, so you will follow my orders. Is that clear?’
‘Fine, fine. Fuckin bullshit. So then, what are you gonna have me do now?’
‘Well it should be obvious now. We have to do our job. Only the one dies, the other two are to be captured alive. Jayhe’s orders.’
The group of three looked on in confusion, only one with abject horror. The female claimant readied herself to fight and yet her brother reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder, a quick look back telling her that his face spelled how poor of an idea it would be.
‘We need to run.’
‘What the hell are you talking about?’
‘We’re far past running now, aren’t we?’
‘We either run or we die. I more or less expected Gahbreal, but not his wife. The duo isn’t something any of us can handle properly.’
‘If you know that much kid then you should know your friend is right. You’re far past the option of runnin away.’
‘Correct. By contract you three will be handled accordingly: Widdow Contus and Auroros Contus, you are both to turn yourselves in for capture and interrogation. Edmond Widweim, you are to be executed for the murder of your fellow claimants. I apologize for the inconvenience.’
‘You’re going to apologize to them, but talk to me like I’m some kind of fuckin tool?’
‘Well that is what you are right now. I lead, you follow, enough said. Now then, could you please carry out the execution. If they plan on running away I’d rather not have to deal with a chase.’
The very mention of the execution caused the ice claimant to panic, lashing out with a wave of ice which quickly began to engulf the room in the direction of their attackers. Auroros attempted to give him the order to wait, but by the time the words had even manage to form on his tongue Cyva had already raised her hand, the ice turning to rippling stings of electricity which lashed out in the opposite direction and set the room into a frenzy of sparks and flame. Edmond was the one who took the brunt of the attack.
‘That doesn’t make any sense to me. Shouldn’t that have been fire?’
‘The opposite of water would have been fire, dear.’
‘Shouldn’t the opposite of water be earth?’
‘No, earth is the opposite of air.’
‘What?’
‘Just focus. The child needs your care about now.’
‘Of course.’
Gahbreal walked over to the boy, electricity still surging throughout the room as he stopped before him. His body was burned and twitching, the effects of the high voltage eating away at his being as the Dimea male placed his hand over the boy’s head.
‘Don’t worry. It will all be over soon. I’ll be right here, to the very end.’
He lifted his axe into the air, cancelling out the sound of the other two who screamed and pleaded for him to stay his hand. The heavy beat of his heart sounded off in sync with the falling of his axe, the head of his target rolling across the floor as Gahbreal stood to his feet. Silent, unresponsive for only s moment. He raised his head, a flash of red bringing silence to the room before he voiced his opinion to the remaining two.
‘I’d suggest just standing down. His death was on your hands, after all.’
‘You son of a bitch!’
The female claimant rushed forward, talons outstretched as she went straight for his neck. There was no sense of mercy, no sense of remorse for her actions. Only the desire to take his life remained, alongside the slight suffering caused by the loss of her friend. Gahbreal watched on as she proceeded forward, eyes locked onto her weapon. It was an easy attack to dodge, filled with emotion yet not nearly enough accuracy. Made weak due to her own lack of self control. It was that lack of control which caused this situation to begin with. The attack, however, would not find its mark. Just before she would connect her wrist would be pierced by Cyva’s rapier and pinned to the ground, the woman’s knee being planted firmly on her back to keep her in place.
‘Widdow!’
Her brother would cry out as he rushed forward to aid his sister, but it was foolish to say the least. He drew the sword at his side, a poor choice of weapon against Gahbreal and he knew it, but the gap in skill was made exceedingly clear when he attempted to attack only to find the male’s hand stopping his weapon by intercepting the pommel of the sword. It was almost as if he knew how he’d strike, but there was no time to think about it as a heavy punch to his abdomen rendered him unconscious nigh instantly.
‘Auroros!’
‘Calm down, he is fine. You on the other hand are not in great shape. Unless that is, you believed you could attack my husband and get away with a small cut like this?’
‘That’s enough, Cyva. We’re done here. The faster we finish this up the faster we can go home.’
‘Of course, dear. Are you okay?’
‘I’m fine. Now let’s go.’
The black vestiges of the void opened up and from within exited the pair, stepping into the warmth of their home although the basement wasn’t as great a sight as it could be. Gahbreal walked over to the rack resting on the wall where he would place his weapon before making his way to the door, Cyva following closely behind.
‘Are you certain you’re okay? I know how you feel about your word, dear.’
‘I’m fine, although I suppose I’ll never get used to the feeling. In the past it seems I would do the same thing, but I don’t believe there was ever really a time I enjoyed it.’
‘Well you can always rest assured knowing that it’s one of the many reasons I love you. I grew up practicing to save lives, but I also grew up as a human. Taking a life doesn’t make as great of an impact on me and especially so having once been susceptible to death simply by existing for a period of time. I feel nothing towards taking lives and especially so when given proper reason to do it. In that regard I suppose you could say you’re sweeter than I.’
‘Hah! Now that’s not true at all. Everyone loves you, sweetheart. I can’t say the same. Even when you’re at odds with others that can barely find it within themselves to be truly upset with you.’
‘Are you speaking form experience?’
‘I’m your partner, love. Of course I am. You treated me like garbage when were first met and for a time after, barely trusted me at all, but I still couldn’t find it within myself to be upset with you. You just have a certain hold over others, but I suppose for me I was just lovestruck.’
As he placed his hand onto the doorknob she placed her hand over his own, grabbing his attention for a moment. When he turned to face her she pushed herself up onto her toes, placing a soft kiss onto his lips as she did. She attempted to fall back on her heels, but he quickly wrapped his arms around her, lifting her back up for another. This one longer, more intense, more defined before finally placing her back down again. A few pants before they caught their breath.
‘You have no self control.’
‘Well I suppose I never did have any to begin with.’
‘You darkness children are all insatiable, much like Xainayne himself… good. I take lead tonight.’
As they pushed the door open the male’s face was met with a bundle of feathers and squeals as he struggled to release the grip from his head. Upon finally removing the child from his person he embraced her in a proper hug.
‘Hey little one! I’ve missed you!’
‘Daddy! Look! Look what I can do!’
‘Oh? You have a surprise? Well go on, show me!’
He placed the little girl down on the ground who spaced her legs apart, wings spreading behind her back as they began to flap violently in the air. They were uneven, lacking synchronization or balance and as such she rose slowly from the ground and only made it so far into the air as her face turned a bright red from exhaustion. Then, she landed back on her feet with heavy breaths.
‘Did you see daddy?! Did you see?!’
‘I did! You’re absolutely amazing!’
He laughed as he raised the girl into the air and spun her around. As he did so Nier stood from the couch and approached the pair, standing at Cyva’s side as the father and daughter enjoyed themselves.
‘She’s been pretty good all day, no need to worry. She’s already eaten dinner so she’s good to go to bed, although I’m certain Chaemai won’t be pleased with me. The girl tricked me into having a sleepover.’
‘What? And how did Gabi manage to do that?’
‘We made a little bet involving who could jump higher and... well I suppose it would be better to show you. Hey Gabi!’
As he called to her the girl dropped down from her father’s hands and stood up straight with her hands at her side. It looks militaristic, almost too orderly for the girl, but it would all come to make a form of sense in the next passing moments.
‘The time has come, soldier. Let’s show these two what you’re made of.’
‘Sir yes sir!’
‘Nier, what is this?’
‘Just watch. Now then… ready!’ she got down onto the ground as if preparing to take off in a sprint. ‘On my mark!’ her wings rose into the air, more stable and even than before. ‘Launch!’
At the sound of his order the girl’s wings swayed down with great force, propelling her forward and straight out of the window at extreme speeds. Glass scattered all over the floor and grass outside of the building as the wind pressure send multiple decorations and furniture items all about the room. Cyva quickly rushed outside in a panic after the girl, watching in horror as she slowly descended from miles in the air, gliding down with the air under her wings, giggling the entire way down. Meanwhile Gahbreal looked as if he were calculating the new amount of property damage he would need to prepare for in the future.
‘Oh my, perhaps we should have gone outside first.’
‘Nier, you fuckin idiot.’
‘Hey now, it’s fine. I’ll take care of the damages so it’ll be done by the end of the night. You won’t have to worry about me disturbing you r private time with Cyva.’
‘…so you heard that…’
‘I’m Nier, dude. I hear everything.’ |
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Post by Dobu on May 6, 2022 16:57:35 GMT
Nothing Out of the Ordinary
It was always an experience speaking with Evyette for the samurai. Especially so when she chose to meet him at Hellfire’s establishment, having the bartender glaring at him the entirety of the time. At this point he couldn’t tell if the dark-skinned male legitimately didn’t like him or if that were just the way he normally looked at everyone, but seeing the speed at which his demeanor changed whenever their ancient spoke to them was reason enough to believe he just didn’t like anyone other than Evyette and Phianette. He couldn’t remember clearly how he had reacted when around Phita. Then again it was better to have him glare and frown that smile and give his legitimate attention. On one hand he was happy to ignore you, on the other hand he was certainly plotting something dastardly. Just being around him made his neck ache, and it was good that he could finally return home.
A sigh escaped the fire claimant’s lips as he approached their home. He could feel the drop in temperature the closer he came to the door, a sign that his alcoholic partner had decided to actually stay put and not wander off. Thankfully he remembered that the pale blonde had gone out for a drink run earlier that week so they should have been well stocked on alcohol; giving him even less reason to leave the premises, but that just meant he was most likely inside and drunk beyond proper means. If alcohol could freeze he’d probably be unable to move. However, to his surprise, upon opening the door he found Haden standing near the entrance to their home wearing a… white dress?!
“What in the realms is going on here?” he questioned him as he entered the building and closed the door behind himself.
“You’re finally back. It’s about time.”
He wasn’t even properly dolled up! He wore a rather fancy dress and yet on his feet were a pair of simple white sneakers, although Shinzo knew for certain that Haden knew how to wear heels properly. While he also had multiple fur coats which would have matched perfectly the ice claimant decided he would just wear a black leather jacket… and the jacket wasn’t even his! In fact it was a gift that Haden had given him so it was much too big for him! His hair was let down, his choice of not cutting it a part of his constantly competitive nature to get it longer than his own, as if that would ever happen. What was shocking however was the condition it was in. What was normally a messy bun or ponytail was now a wave of straight, lustrous, nearly white blonde hair which fell over his shoulders like ribbons of light… all that effort, and lack thereof, but he wasn’t even wearing makeup other than basics. Then again he never really work makeup at all.
“I’ll ask again. What is going on here?”
“Can’t I just look good every once in a while?”
“No, you can’t actually.”
“Feckin’ prick, I mean… that wasn’t nice,” he spoke as he pushed himself up on his toes to kiss the male on the cheek. “We are gonna go out to eat.”
“Why are you talking like that? And are you,” Shinzo spoke as he sniffed the air. “Are you sober?!”
“Can’t I be sober sometimes?”
“No! You can’t!”
“Look, can we just go already? I made the reservations, ya don’t gotta do a damned thing except take me there and eat. Is that too much to feckin’ ask?”
“Alright, fine. You’re driving though.”
“But I don’t want to drive.”
“You set this all up, you drive. Besides, you need to get your road-rage under control and this will be a good opportunity to do that, seeing as to how you’re sober and all.”
“Fine. Fine! Let’s feckin’ go!” the short male exclaimed as he grabbed the keys from the counter and stormed out the door.
It was always a treat to see Haden drive, even more to get in his car. While he refused to drive almost all the time he decided that he’d get a car custom made even though he rarely used the thing. A 1994 Dodge Viper hardtop, colored in a pure white with soft gray fur seats and rosewood finish. It took years for him to customize the car to his desires, and most of that customization was for the sole purpose of weapons storage. However, after lots of convincing, Shinzo had managed to get him to remove them from the vehicle entirely. Road-rage and guns certainly did not make a good combination after all.
Forget a treat, it was an entire meal to see Haden struggle just go even get out of the driveway. First he had to adjust the seat to fit his size, then once he was finally able to see over the steering wheel he had to adjust all of the mirrors which seemed to be the part which agitated him most. Then again it was a nice experience, seeing Haden mumbling curses to himself in an embarrassed manner compared to his normal yelling and flailing like a spoiled child. By the time they had started actually moving down the road he was already more than done with the trip.
The ride was certainly peaceful, save for the times someone would cut them off or honk their horn at them to which the temperature inside the car would drop drastically. However, it certainly gave the samurai time to think about what exactly was going on. For Haden to set up a reservation was already odd, but seeing the way he chose to dress himself was uncomfortable at best. Not that he didn’t look good, rather it wasn’t something that ever really happened without special occasion. He dressed well for weddings… sometimes… and he dressed well when invited out with others to eat… sometimes… but for the most part he wore whatever was comfortable. Back when they were enemies he wore suits and tailored clothing, although mostly in a sloppy manner. As time moved forward however he had begun wearing baggy clothes or things which were just warm or fluffy in general; opting for jeans or casual wear when going out to drink or when called out to work. Thinking about it he had only worn a dress once before, and it was only when they had gone to have Nier design rings for the two of them.
“You’re certainly plotting something. I know you are.”
“You’re thinkin’ too hard about this samurai. I wanted to go out and now we’re out. That’s that. It’s be nice if ya gave me an inkling of trust ya know.”
“I haven’t seen you sober in years, and the last time you were sober you sunk a ship… specifically a ship that we were on. I trust you, but it’s because I know you too well that I know something is up.”
Hearing the yakuza thug say something so meaningful wasn’t expected, that was clear enough as his face lit up a bright red. Emotions were difficult for the Irishman to handle when he wasn’t a few bodies drowning in alcohol, but it was nice nonetheless. “We’re here! Now get out the car and let’s go.”
Shinzo stepped out of the vehicle and closed his door behind himself, standing by for his partner to give him direction as to where they were going, and yet upon looking for him he found the male still sitting smugly in the car. He walked over to the driver’s side of the vehicle and leaned over to look at the male inside who turned to look him directly in the face.
“What are you doing?”
“Aren’t you gonna open the door for me?”
“What? No. What are you talking about? Just get out of the car and let’s go.”
“I’m not doin’ shite until you open the feckin’ door.”
“Are you serious right now?”
“Oh I’m serious alright.”
A few choice glares and stares, but eventually the samurai gave in; reaching down and opening the door for his partner who quickly sprang out of the vehicle and held onto his arm with a self-satisfied grin.
“You’re unbearable.”
“Why thank you. I appreciate the compliment, sword boy.”
“It wasn’t a compliment.”
“Then shut up. We’re headin’ this way, into the restaurant over there.”
“Cindelle’s? I’ve never even heard of this place before. You better not have brought us to some shitty restaurant.”
“It’s a new five star restaurant, so of course some gutter rat like you wouldn’t know a damned thing about it.”
“I don’t know anything about it because you don’t ever want to go anywhere that isn’t your average bar. It’s difficult to believe that you stay so small, but I guess that’s because you mimic Daenu’s diet.”
“I eat what I want.”
“And what you want is the exact same stuff that Daenu wants. That and your weird tea.”
“…my mum made that tea.”
“That’s right. Sorry about that, I had forgotten.”
“It’s fine, you’re forgiven… for now.”
He had expected Cold Heart to be upset with him after that, but instead his grip on him tightened considerably. When looking in his direction the male looked more nervous than anything else, but what reason did he have to be nervous? It almost seemed as if he were attempting to tuck himself behind the samurai and that alone was enough to almost have him turn around and head directly back to the car, but as he opened the door and they both entered this unknown establishment did the realization of what had really been going on finally come into view.
“Oh, you’ve got to be shitting me.”
“Language~!” the female’s voice carried across the room. “It looks as if you two have finally arrived, and don’t you just look absolutely stunning popsicle!”
“Cyva? Haden, what is happening?!”
“Allow me to explain,” the woman stepped forward in a full server’s uniform. It only raised more questions as she led them forward into a completely empty dining area, save for a single table. “He said he wanted to do something special compared to what you normally do and asked if I could help. So, as you could expect, I was happy to oblige. Of course with a few conditions, mind you.”
“And those conditions are? Please tell me it doesn’t involve me.”
“Oh no, the conditions were that he dress well, specifically in a dress that I chose, conduct himself properly, and not drink for the entire week.”
“The entire WEEK?!” watching the smile on the chaos claimant’s face was clear proof that she was not of the same mind as him. “You mean I’m going to have to deal with him acting like this for an entire week?”
“I know! Isn’t it great?”
“Can we please just get our food already?” Haden injected himself into the conversation. “This is already uncomfortable as is… can I at least tie me hair back now lass?”
“That’s ma’am, and absolutely not. You know the rules. Your server will be with you shortly.”
“Wait, ain’t ya the server… ma’am?”
“You mean, ‘are you not the server!’ And no, I am not. Just sit tight and she’ll be out to get your orders.”
The ice claimant placed his hands over his face entirely as he whined to himself under his breath. Part of him wanted to believe that this couldn’t manage to get any worse, and yet with Cyva being the one in control of this situation it was clear that this would only be managing to go downhill from there. He could hear the sound of footsteps approaching, not the familiar clicking of heels, which told him that this person wasn’t anyone as extreme as DeVian. Stasia certainly wouldn’t bother with something like this even at his expense. Verin definitely wouldn’t be an option , and Nier was certainly off bothering Chaemai somewhere. There were too many people to cycle through who it might be, but most importantly there wasn’t a single person who wouldn’t bend over entirely backwards far Cyva so it could have been anyone he already mentioned as well! He removed his hands to see the slender frame of a casually dressed woman, his eyes trailing up to her face to see the head of medium length, curly brunette hair along with a pair of eyes which only accentuated the natural pout she always carried. When it curled into a smile he wanted to die entirely.
“So then, what the fuck can I get you two idiots today?”
“Just kill me now.”
“Oh come on, it’s not that bad. No need to be a little bitch about it… miss.”
“Joke’s on you, that’s a feckin’… I mean. Thank you for the compliment.”
“Is it really a compliment though?”
Eva, master of insults, of all the people Cyva could employ! Shinzo pinched the bridge of his nose as his handed her the menu and stated his order.
“A fillet mignon would be nice. And for Haden,” he looked at the male who’s head was now entirely flat on the table in a pool of blonde strands of hair. “He’ll just have the exact same thing as me. Two glasses of whatever you think is the best red wine in this place.”
“Oh, I'm so sorry, but I’ve been instructed not to give the little lady any alcoholic beverages tonight.”
“What did ya just call me?! I’m gonna! I’m going to…”
Shinzo couldn’t resist feeling sorry for the ice claimant, the look in his eyes as if he were prepared to burst into tears at any moment. Why Cyva decided to serve the male such a sorry hand was terrible at best, but at least he hadn’t resorted to shooting the entirely place apart. Then again he was probably not allowed to bring guns with him either. He didn’t even have anywhere to hide them.
“Just get us both some tea instead. That will be all.”
“Of course. Hellfire will have your meal out shortly.”
“Who?!” he spoke as his head turned to the door leading to the kitchen where he could now clearly see the dark-skinned male standing patiently. He expected quite possibly the most ridiculing look of the entire group present, and yet instead was met with an understanding gaze and a thumbs up before he disappeared into the back wit Eva. “I should have never agreed to this.”
“I honestly don’t know why you did… I was just with Hellfire and Evyette actually. How did he get here so fast.”
“I’m pretty sure they were all in on this. Cyva said she’d have some way to distract ya while I got ready, but I suppose the woman must’ve gotten Evyette in on it too.”
“It doesn’t make sense how she has so many people in the palm of her hand, but that just shows how far being nice can get you. Or maybe she’s just manipulative and we’re all idiots for letting her string us around.”
“Would ya be the one person who refuses a request from her? Have you seen her cry before?”
“Nope, and I don’t plan on it.”
“Exactly.”
Shinzo reached across the table and placed his hand over Haden’s, the ice claimant flipping his own hand over to better grab onto the fire claimant’s larger fingers. As one was warm so too was the other cold. The entire time things had been transpiring it had been a continuous battle to regulate the constantly dropping temperature the Irishman was steadily exuding into the environment, but it seemed as if he were finally starting to calm down. In fact, it seemed as if this were the calmest he had managed to be the entire night.
“You didn’t have to do any of this, you know. We could have just gone anywhere and gotten anything to eat without all this setup.”
“It wouldn’t have been special if I didn’t.”
“Just because it’s fancy and planned doesn’t make it anymore special. I would have been just as happy staying at home with you and watching a movie or two.”
“It wouldn’t have been the same. I just want to make up for lost time; do the things we haven’t done.”
“I don’t understand how you can simultaneously be so thoughtful yet always so drunk at the same time.”
“Oh shut up. I ain’t, I mean, I’m not some idiot you know.”
“Sure you aren’t.”
Just as that insult looked to be the cause for the entire night turning from a planned dinner date into an all out brawl did Shinzo gesture for the shorter male to come over to him. He stood to his feet and walked over, looking at him in a way which suggested war, and yet seeing the palm of the samurai’s hand tapping against his own lap a few times flushed the urge from his system as he instead chose to accept the invitation. The feeling of warmth as he took what felt like his rightful place, Shinzo’s larger arms wrapping around him felt like coils of fire attempting to burn him out and yet on the opposite end of the spectrum it felt as if Haden were the source of winter itself attempting to overtake his heat. The ice claimant certainly seemed exhausted as he didn’t much struggle or choose to shift about or make a fuss, taking that time to simply rest and enjoy what they had. The fire claimant nestled his nose against the top of his spouse’s head and closed his eyes for a moment, a slight chuckle escaping his throat.
“What are you laughin’ about?”
“Did you use my shampoo?”
“Shut up and don’t ask questions you already know the answers to. You know I don’t normally care for the stuff.”
“Which is why your hair is always a tangled mess.”
“Look at them! They’re so cute!”
“You know you’re wrong for this one Cyva. Haden’s like a completely different person when he’s sober.”
“Oh shush, he’ll be fine. Doesn’t he look nice? You can’t say he doesn’t look nice.”
“He looks uncomfortable.”
“Don’t be so strict Hellfire, I think he looks fine Cyva. Did you decide his entire outfit?”
“Thank you, Evyette. I’m glad you decided to come see this with us. While I told him what to wear, and chose the dress, I left it up to little Eva to decide the rest.”
“That explains why he’s dressed like some tomboy attempting to be formal.”
“Hey… what the fuck is that suppose to mean?”
“It means you’re a tomboy, Eva. Haden has worn a dress twice now and that’s already more than you.”
“I’ve worn dresses lots of times when I was younger! So shut up!”
Cyva kept her eyes on the two as they waited for their meal, a smile on her face as she had a front row seat to the events of the night. Then the conversation steered to exactly what could be expected from her.
“So then... you think they’re going to fuck tonight?”
“Oh, absolutely. There’s no possible way Shinzo gets away with not giving that little devil what he wants.”
“I see we’re on the same page as always Evyette!”
“You two are focused on that, I’m more concerned with if they’ll even wait before they get home. We all know they’ve done some pretty ratchet things in more crowded establishments.”
“You’re not wrong about that… you think they’d let me join in?”
“Sister, that was out of pocket and terrible. I’m gonna have to ask all of you to get the hell out of this fucking kitchen with that bullshit. You can gossip away from the meal.” |
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Post by Dobu on May 16, 2022 0:59:56 GMT
Know What You Are, My Son
Some people like to look at the world and see something that they can be within it. Say things like ‘there’s so much to do, or so much to see’ and yet I often wondered what they meant by that. What does it mean to be in control of one’s own fate? To manipulate the flow of all existence to bend to their own will? It’s a power that no one being is capable of to my understanding. No matter how much strength, no matter how much dexterity, skill, knowledge, understanding, no matter how much if it one person may have all it takes is a single motion by the hands of another to disrupt that flow and distort your willful existence. Gaining it back being nearly impossible once it manages to happen. That’s simply how fate works. It isn’t something that a single entity might have control over… because that entity’s own fate is still capable of being touched by the hands of a dynasty.
My fate was decided the moment I was born. Subject to this existence in which my every move had already been decided. Before I could walk, before I could speak, before I could even comprehend it all my fate was decided; I was made to be something specific from the very beginning. I wasn’t made to hold onto excess thoughts or emotions. My every moment was meant to be calculated, planned, focused. Like a sharpened blade I’d sever the tendons that bind me to morality, like a well aimed bullet I’d pierce through the bones of capability.
I was never told that my fate was not my own. Rather I was assured that ‘the path I walked was one laid out for me by rightful means.’ It did not occur to me at the time that my life was being laid out before me, that my fate was being controlled so thoroughly, that the fragments that made up my mind were being pulled apart and forced back into places they did not belong. Every hardship, every trial, it was all meant for me to arrive at a certain point. My destined fate. Even so I thought that I was doing what was right, even though I was told it did not matter. I chose to believe I was working towards a proper cause, although I was assured that these thoughts were meaningless. I had hoped that what I was being steered towards was the path of a hero, a champion, someone that could be looked upon with thoughts of valor and honor! Yet I was always reminded that there was no need for such things. I thought I had been growing, struggling, suffering, consistently falling and getting back up just so that I could become a reliable hero for my people… then I came to simply realize how wrong I was through proper experience.
“Nier, you’re finally here.” Nammay spoke the same way he always did. As if nothing were wrong. “You have work to do.”
“Of course. Tell me the details and I will handle it as best as I can.”
“There’s no need to be so strict. As I told you before, your work is rather free form.” The ancient spoke as he handed me a sealed document. It had a stamp, although it was common and unable to track. Knowing who it was from would be impossible without reading it. “You won’t be given a major job for some time so just get used to your work. I’m expecting satisfactory results from you as always.”
“Yes sir. I will not fail.”
He sighed, as if displeased with me in some manner and yet I could not understands. Was this not how I was meant to be? Mother seemed to be displeased as well by my demeanor, but is this not what is to be expected of me? Am I not meant to be this way for the sake of my fate? A fate crafted by that man for this express purpose, I did not suffer for nothing.
“The details are within that document and as always I did not read it. Who it is from is unknown, the contents are also unknown. As always the details are to remain solely in your own care and to never be shared. Do you understand?”
“Of course. It will be done.” He always asked that question as if believing I might forget. Then again secrecy has always been of the utmost importance for me. “If that is all I shall handle this immediately.”
“There’s no need to rush, Nier. Just do as you’re asked and relax. No need to push yourself too far.”
A nod was all that was needed as I was sent back home. Finding myself in my office again, or rather my father’s office, I looked around at the steel walls with a sense of familiarity. The moment he disappeared this had all become mine and yet I found myself regretting the need. Perhaps I found myself at odds with how it came about, but it did not matter. I would need all of these tools for my work, and I would need to increase the amount present in the future. The large wall lined with multiple sliding metal drawers a steady reminder that this room was meant to be a place for nothing more than the very essence of my work. It was that reminder that made me feel every single piece of equipment within the walls as I sat in my desk and flicked my fingers, the heavy locks setting into place on the only entrance inside.
The document seemed… heavy. As if its contents were somehow weighing me down and yet I opened it just as I did every other. Often times there were detailed instructions on who I was meant to take care of and how they wanted it to be done, but this time it was completely different. All that was within the document was a slip of paper and a photograph. The photograph was a woman with light brown hair, eyes a vibrant blue with hints of green and a smile that could draw even the hardest of hearts to bend. It was a shame they would certainly have to die and yet the slip of paper is what worried me most.
‘Kill the woman as well as everyone within her care. The means are entirely up to you. Leave no one alive.’
So simple and yet so dreadful. Perhaps that smile held jagged intentions, sharpened by something I have yet to understand. They didn’t give a location or anything to properly know where to find them, but the background of the picture gave it all away. The architecture was reminiscent of Spain so that was where I would go. From there it would be simple to find her of course. However, it would be more difficult to discover who these people within her care were. For now, it would be best to simply decide on how to best go about handing this, although the methods were rather free form.
As my hand swayed through the air two of the drawers opened and from within them came an array of certain items. From one came a short metal bow with a small metal box, the other a short sword and dagger. No one would bat an eye at the short sword, the dagger and bow however would be concealed and used only when needed. I fold the bow in half check the small metal box, the bowstring within still in perfect condition and I close it just as quickly as I open it. I check both blades to assure they are in perfect condition and once done then it is time for the job to commence. I look over the paper and picture once more, engraining then both into my mind before lighting the candle which rested at my desk and lighting it all aflame. Once no trace remained I unlocked the door, and with my weapons of choice in tow it was time to go. I did not, however, expect my mother to be waiting for me on the other side of the door.
“Are you leaving for work?” Her voice always sounds so concerned. It makes me feel bad to go at all, and yet I have no choice.
“Yes. I will settle this quickly and be back home. I’ll make my way there by normal means, but I will call on Nammay to have me brought back so the travel will not be awfully long.”
“You look tired, my son. You should rest. I haven’t seen you sleep in days.”
“I’ll be fine. I’ll have more than enough time for rest along the way, however sleep is of little importance. I must focus.”
“I know you respect the ancients and I know you have a duty to complete when requested, but you must take care of yourself. Can you promise me that you will at least do that?”
“Of course.” I find myself sighing as I give in. “There’s no need to worry. Now I must go, the sooner this is all complete the better.”
I can see that she desires some form of assurance and as such all I can give her is a hug before taking my leave. I can feel my heart racing, pounding in my chest. I feel as if I should stay with her and make certain that she isn’t suffering and yet this feeling or worry is unnecessary. I was taught to ignore these things, cast these feelings aside as they meant nothing to my work. I aspire to be the hero who can always be relied on. If I plan to do this then I can’t turn back, and I must continue forward. It’s the only option.
“We’re here!” The voice wakes me from my sleep, eyes wandering around the area to find I had arrived in Spain slightly earlier than planned. “The ride was smoother than expected and we managed to avoid any storms along the way!”
“I see. That’s good.” Why was he yelling?
“Do you have our agreed payment?”
“I do, as you well know. Here you are.” I reach into my pocket and from within I pull out a small diamond. It wasn’t much, but humans tend to find them rather valuable. “If that is all I will be on my way.”
“Take care friend! If you need another trip across the water I’ll be glad to help!”
I didn’t bother giving a response beyond a friendly wave as I left the ship. The docks were as busy as always and there were people everywhere. I had expected the trip to take more time and as such to arrive at night, but apparently a smooth trip was destined for me and as such I would be early. I secure my sword at my side and make certain that my cloak is affixed properly before continuing on my way. For now, it would be best to simply find the location on the photo and start from there. It looked as if she were on a normal walk speaking with a passerby, so it was most likely an area she often passed though. As such finding her would be simple. I just have to go there and wait for her to show herself.
My steps through the busy streets were all calculated, eyes examining every single horse or carriage that passed by and remembering the faces of anyone who seemed relatively important at all. It wasn’t that I cared for them, rather it was important for me to make note of their existence. You never knew what connections people had or how far the roots of some evil might go, and it was because of that it was paramount to remain vigilant and on guard. My target had people in her care who would need to be taken care of and if those in her care were people of import than it would be good to know even the slightest hint about them beforehand. My bow was well concealed on my back and my dagger was tucked away in my sleeve, I had to remain prepared at all times. Just as with gathering information I should be constantly prepared to engage in combat. It never hurt to be careful in every sense of the word, but it was even more important when I found myself looking directly at the scene from the background of the photo.
'That was fast,' the thought passed through my mind, but it was more correct to say I had been moving rather quickly. “Excuse me sir.”
“Yes?” The male answers easy enough. He looked rather aged and lacking aggression.
“Do you know where I could get a cheap meal around here?”
“Ah, of course. There is an old shop around that corner with a large yellow sign. It only sells bread and dry pasta, but it’s all affordable for anyone low on funds. The owner even allows tabs if you can’t pay upfront at the time.”
“Thank you. I appreciate your help.”
The people of this city were kind. Aside from the normal ruffians and delinquents he looked as if he had lived a life he could be content with and most of the elders he had come across gave off the same aura. The children were energetic, parents compassionate and proper. It was difficult not to smile when looking upon the sights and community. I found myself relaxing ever so slightly as I walked around the corner and toward the shop I was told of. The yellow sign clear as day. I didn’t bother to read the name as I stepped inside, my mind more focused on getting a small meal to fill my stomach. The interior was nothing special, simple, and rural, the makings of your average bakery and the owner was no doubt the heavyset male standing behind the counter. He held a healthy smile on his face that was almost contagious, but most importantly he was hard at work doing exactly as the older man had stated. Hard at work with his namesake.
“Hello sir! Is there anything I can help you with?” I offer him a smile in return for his words, the basis of drawing little suspicion to myself. “I sell both bread and multiple different types of pasta if that’s what you’re looking for.”
“Hello, I was just hoping to buy a loaf of bread. The type does not matter, I simply require a meal.”
“Of course!” He spoke as he moved about behind the counter. “You look to be new in town.”
“Yes, I just arrived by boat. I friend of mine needed some help moving cargo for the first time and I wanted something to eat besides the normalcy they eat aboard before we head back out to sea.” A lie of course. No doubt this man would never see him again and that was best. This meal was meant to last him until it was time for his return.
“I see. It is always nice to help out a friend.” The male spoke as the sound of the bell chiming at the door caught his attention. “Ah! Well look who it is! I’m assuming you’re here for your regular order?”
“You’re correct, as always. It seems we run out of food even faster these days.” A female voice. One that didn’t leave a shred of hostility in the air and yet I could tell from the moment she stepped into the shop… both her and I were instantly on our guard in one another’s presence.
“Well lucky for you I was expecting you to show up. Your order is already made and in the back, I’ll get it for you.”
The male stepped through the doorway which led to the back of the shop and after doing so the room was left silent. I could hear her footsteps inching ever closer in a nervous manner, but most importantly there wasn’t any metal on her person. A lack of a proper weapon. The scent of Florita’s house clung to the air as soon as she entered the building and the closer she came the more it filled my nose. I turned to face her, to see what this claimant wanted from me and upon doing so I was met with a surprise. My target. She looked timid yet oddly frightened for having just run into him so casually, but above all else she seemed increasingly exhausted.
“May I help you?” I question her. Seeing if I could possibly inquire of her reason to approach.
“Oh! No, no. I was simply curious is all. I’ve never seen anyone from your house before. What are you doing around here?”
“Business, as usual. I won’t be here for long.”
“I see. My name is Vientta. Perhaps next time you’re around we can talk if you have the time. I find myself to be rather busy, but it would be nice to speak with another claimant every once in a while.”
“Perhaps.” If only she knew where her fate led her.
“Alright! Here you are! This should be more than enough to last throughout the week.” The male spoke as he emerged from the back room with a large sack over his shoulder. “Will you be capable of paying this time around?”
“I apologize, but could you add this to my tab? I won’t be getting paid for a few weeks.”
“They pushed your pay back again. I swear, those vultures should be jailed for the way they treat their workers. They couldn’t even do their jobs properly without you there.”
“It’s fine. Besides, many places wouldn’t even hire someone with my set of skills. I don’t mind it at all— “
“How much would it be?” I question the baker, wondering why I even chose to do so.
“For the lady? Well, it would be about fifty euros, but that’s no concern for you sir— “
I reach into my pocket and feel for the needed amount, grabbing triple that and placing it on the countertop. “I’ll pay, as well as for the lady’s next three visits if the price remains the same.” That right, I can’t help myself with these things. I’ve always believed that being a hero should come without question, being a champion for others need not garner praise or reward. It should be something you do without thinking. Even my work was that of a hero’s, doing what others could not in order to insure a better tomorrow. Some can’t take lives that need to be taken, and that’s exactly what heroes must do for the things they wish to protect. For a real and ideal peace.
“You don’t have to do that!” The woman called out to my surprise. “I can handle this on my own.”
“It’s not about that.” I respond as if on command. “Sometimes we act on our own and other times we act by the order of others. If I can choose to act on my own then I will always choose what I believe is right. Sometimes we don’t have a choice, but so long as I do I will choose to help. Let me do this.”
“Are you sure about this?” The baker asked to which I simply nodded in response and watched as he retrieved he currency and handed the female claimant her items. If I weren’t trying to remain so forgettable I might have paid for the entire year, but that couldn’t be done. “There you are, Vientta.”
“Thank you.” She spoke to the baker before turning her attention to me and lowering her head into a bow. “And thank you, sir. I appreciate this more than you know, and I will pay you back someday.”
“My name is Nier… and there’s no need. If I were so inclined to need the money back I would have never spent it.”
“Nier. Thank you, Nier. I won’t forget your kindness.”
You probably should.
“Take care! Tell the little ones their uncle misses them!”
“Of course, and you as well. I’ll make sure to let them all know.” The woman waved to both of them as she exited the shop. A sickening feeling filled my stomach, yet I forced it down.
“Who was that woman and why does she require so much food?” I question the baker to which he sighs and resumes preparing my own food.
“That’s Vientta. She showed up around here some several years back, said she came from the north. Every guy in town wants to marry her because she’s so kind-spirited, but she rarely has time to entertain them. I’m surprised she even spoke to you much at all. She normally comes in, gets her order, then heads back to the orphanage across town.”
“Orphanage?” Perhaps that was the place she worked.
“Well, perhaps that’s not the best name to give it,” he spoke as he handed me a bag with my order. “It’s actually a rather small home, but she makes do with what she has there. If you ask me I’d say she’s far too kind. Every child who gets abandoned or is left without a home manages to find their way into her arms and home, but she can only do so much on her own. All she ever does is work and it’s because if this that she rarely even gives anyone the time of day. She’s made many enemies amongst the men of this town because of it, but she’s not cold to them on purpose.”
“I see. There simply isn’t time to do secondary things.”
“A few foreigners come around often, and she tends to find herself dealing with their advances, but none of them have ever gotten as much of a conversation out of her as you have.”
“We barely even spoke.”
“Exactly. All of her time is put towards her work and the children in her care.” Hearing the male say those words cause my eyes to go wide, the teal orbs sharpening into blades as I found myself struggling to keep my teeth from grinding together. “Are you okay? Sir?”
“Y-yes. I’m fine.” I respond as I calm myself. “Just found myself agitated at the thought of it. So much work for a single person.”
“Yes, but it’s what she’s decided to do. I’ve tried to convince her to do something different and she refuses to abandon those children or put them in anyone else’s care. If she’s not working in the gardens she’s taking care of those children.”
“I see. Well, I thank you for entertaining my question. I should be getting back before I’m missed,” I speak as I reach into my pocket to get the proper payment, but the baker stops me and shakes his head.
“Look kid, you’re young so you probably couldn’t tell, but I was never going to charge the lady. I’ve been alive for over sixty long years and few people are willing to sacrifice their own pleasure for the sake of others. You don’t have to pay me anything, just keep being a good person and I’ll take that as payment enough.”
I look at the male, the sincerity in his eyes something I’ve never been capable of understanding in the past and yet it was so clear to me now. I find myself at a loss for words and watch as he offers me the money I had already give him for the woman back, but I simply smile and nod before leaving the building without taking it. The world needs kind people like him in order to nurture those who might otherwise become those we call evil in his absence. Besides… I couldn’t take anymore from him. Not when I was about to do what I was going to do.
The sun has fallen beneath the horizon rather quickly, the darkness overshadowing the city like a blanket of thick concealment as I slipped through the streets like a phantom. My mission was clear now, to ‘kill the woman as well as everyone within her care.’ Who would ask for something like this? Who would demand a task so vile? Who would… who would be so shameless as to follow out the duty?
“I don’t have a choice,” I tell myself as if wanting to erase the clear knowledge of just how terrible what I was about to do was. “This is my duty and mine alone. It was given to me by my ancient, a person who is incapable of doing wrong. Is that not what you told me?” A foolish thought, one that ignored that Nammay did not read the requests I received unless they came directly from other ancients.
My words pause as I stop in my tracks, eyes looking forward toward the simple building with the lights still on. It was on the edge of town just as the baker had said, but it looked worse than I had originally expected. The structure crumbling in places, the streets surrounding the area covered in litter and garbage. The only thing which was in order would be the plant life which surrounded the premises, but that was to be expected. It almost looked as if it were literally holding the building together.
My breaths feel staggered as if struggling to escape my lungs. A feeling of suffocation held in my throat, yet I swallow it down. As I approach the building it’s completely silent, all but a slight shuffling and clattering of items within a single room. I enter the building through the front entrance, my mind like flayed flesh as it struggles to remain on target, my hands as cold as ice as I grip the dagger from its location and hold it at the ready. I pass through a larger room filled with sleeping children, counting nine in total no older than the age of seven, but I continue forward until I reach the door where I can still hear movement on the other side. I open the door without making a single sound, my steps in tune with the very wind and before she can even notice my presence in the room behind her as she combs through her hair I notice tears in her eyes.
In that brief moment I hear her gasp, she turns as I lunge forward with the dagger and as she turns to see me the blade lodges itself into her heart. She could not see my face, the hood covering my head and the mask over my mouth making sure of that, but even so she still struggled out words I would surely never forget.
“N-Nier,” I release the weapon and catch her before she can fall. Lowering her down in my arms as she instinctively grabs for my hand. No… most likely anything to hold onto. “Why— “
“I’m sorry. This was just my job, my duty. I cannot ignore it.”
I thought that would be it, the end of this final conversation and yet she reaches her hand up to my face and wipes away at my cheek. An odd action and yet she spoke again.
“N-no, Nier. W-why are you crying?”
I could not speak, could not utter a word, could not comprehend what was unfolding right before me. This woman who was dying in my arms, by my very hands, still had more concern for others than herself. Why was I doing this? Why was I taking this person’s life? What did they do to deserve this? I hunched over as I struggled to breathe, wrapping my arms around her entirely as I pulled her into a tight embrace. It was selfish of me and yet I could not think of anything else to give her, to give the woman who’s life I had claimed, and she still chose to wrap her arms around me as if I were her friend.
“I’m sorry. Things shouldn’t have been like this.”
“It’s okay, Nier… we’re both claimants. W-we don’t get to decide things like this sometimes… I-it’s as you said… it cannot be… ignored…”
I could feel it, how tightly her fingers gripped onto me in her last moments just before giving up and falling to the floor. The sensation of someone desperately clinging to life with everything they have to no avail… I lay her down on the floor and gently remove the dagger from her body, placing it back into its sheath before drawing my short sword from its position. I can still hear her words echoing through my mind, repeating over and over again. My heart racing, my vision blurring, my mind scrambling for answers and yet I could not stay that way for long and I could hear the wooden floorboards of the building creak behind me.
“Mother Vientta?” The child’s voice causes my head to turn slowly. A little girl who still seemed half asleep yet more than awake to see the scene before her.
My eyes lock onto her like that of a snake eying its prey. She wasn’t focused on my, rather her eyes remained on the motionless and bleeding form of the woman on the floor at my feet. She didn’t utter a word. These were simply the effects of shock no doubt, but that did not stop my job, my duty. My eyes felt as if they were burning as I approached her, my vision shaky and impaired, my hand unable to remain steady as my sword rose above my head and as my sword sliced though the air downward did my vision clear for a single moment. I could see it clearly, the sight of this child’s tears in her eyes as she looked to me for answers that would never come, for aid that I could not render. Then that moment passed, my breaths quickly paced and heavy as my blade fell…
“Nier, answer me this… what do you believe we’re doing all of this for? What do you believe you’re going to become?”
“You said I was doing this to become an assassin for the ancients, father.”
“Indeed, that is what I said. However, That is not what I asked of you. I asked what YOU believe you’re going to become.”
“What I believe I’m going to become?” I paused for a moment before a smile spread over my face. “A hero.”
“A hero?”
“Yes. I believe that I will be able to be a hero after all of this. Someone who can be there to help others, to make certain that people can be happy and safe. A champion who others can look up to. That’s what I believe I will become.”
I smiled with that answer, gave it with all of my heart and soul. I thought of every other claimant that had existed before me or during my life who’s names were held in high regard. I thought of the ancients and treasures, of the Aikekunai and the real champions. I thought I was saying something that mattered… and yet my father laughed in my face. I remember it so vividly I often dream of it.
“Don’t be so naïve, I’ve raised you better than that. I told you to relinquish those emotions of yours. Cast them aside because they mean nothing to your work and will only hinder you. You will be an assassin, and not just any assassin. You will be a legend who will be remembered throughout all history, Nier. Whether you’re helping someone or not does not matter, your fate was decided the moment you were born. However, if you continue down this path of defiance for that fate… you will soon find that you’re no hero at all.”
“What do you mean? If I’m fighting for the ancients doesn’t that make me a hero?”
“A hero is a term crafted by those who seek some power that can save them from themselves. Someone who, against all odds, will be capable of stepping in at the last moment to save someone in their time of need. In those regards a hero slays villains. A hero, fights evil. Yet you’re an assassin, Nier. You may kill a corrupt king, you may slay an evil ruler, your skills might touch down on the souls of the vilest men alive… however, you will discover that on the opposite end of that spectrum you will also do what you must to accomplish your duty.”
“If I’m an assassin for good then wouldn’t that still make me a hero?”
“There is no such thing as an assassin for good! Don’t confuse yourself.” I remember the long pause which made the silence even more dreadful before he spoke again. Spoke the words I would never be capable of forgetting. “Good or evil doesn’t matter. What matters is that your job is done. When the time comes, and you plunge your blades through your targets… you will find that you’re no hero at all. Quite the opposite in fact.” His hand resting on my shoulder as he looked me directly in the eyes. The words which now made so much sense. "Never forget. Know what you are, my son."
Weeks had past before Nammay called on me. I had forgotten that I was supposed to return to him. I did not answer, but I found myself still stumbling into the Gulf at his summons. My legs were tired, my arms heavy. It felt as if I hadn’t blinked in days. I did not want tot to close my eyes, fearful that if I did I might see them again. I might hear them again. The voices were all flushed out, all I could hear were the sounds of my own footsteps on the familiar ground of a place I called home. It felt as if someone were trying to communicate with me and yet I could not comprehend it. It was as if there was nothing I could do outside of focus. Focus on staying awake, focus on not letting myself see it all again.
“Nier!” Nammay called out as he pressed his hands on the boy’s shoulders. “Nier! What’s wrong with you?”
The ancient shook him as if attempting to wake him from slumber and yet it was to no avail. It seemed as if there would be no getting him to properly speak and yet it was Chaemai who chose to step in, having been present for his return. The ancient pressed her hand against his chest and with it came a shock which flowed though his system like entangling vines. To their surprise it looked to have barely even affected him, but it was enough to cause the male to finally look in their direction. His eyes were like catalysts for malice and cruelty.
“Nier?” Nammay spoke as he looked over him.
He looked and smelled as if he hadn’t showered since the last time they had spoken, the scent of open air and blood clinging to him tightly. His clothes were dirty and dingy, the cloak wrinkled and dusty, hair unkempt and messy, but most importantly was the dry blood which clung to the majority of his body. Splatters of it all over his cloak, his pants nearly stained entirely, his shirt speckled with red, some had even stained his hair and covered his arms as well as part of his face. His eyes however, they held onto the same faint teal glow yet looked more like that of what you’d find on a serpent. It looked as if he hadn’t slept in weeks.
“Nier,” Chaemai spoke as she placed her hand on his cheek. The feeling of dried blood secondary as she attempted to garner his full attention. “Talk to us Nier. Tell us what happened.”
His eyes shifted to her, hints of sadness resting behind the malicious intent which emanated from his gaze and yet the smile which accompanied it was even more terrifying. A chuckle slipping from his lips before he finally spoke and in that same moment his stare softened to the regular kind look he always had.
“Oh my, what a farce!” I spoke as my balance wavered, a slight chuckle escaping my throat although I could not manage to understand why I chose to laugh... “Imagine me being so stupid that I didn’t realize the entire time, that I was the villain all along.” |
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Aug 30, 2022 23:24:05 GMT
Post by Dobu on Aug 30, 2022 23:24:05 GMT
Gahbreal Storytime #1
The rain fell just as it often did. Heavy sweeps pelting the rooftop as they sat on the couch inside. Cyva smiled in a pleasant manner as she always did, her hands steadily and carefully drying her daughter’s large wings which were dripping with water. Meanwhile, Gahbriogyva was beyond unpleased. There was a lack of happiness that came with finding herself at their family home, but none so much as finding herself at this place while her father was present. Gahbreal sitting across the room on the opposite end of the couch sipping from a mug of what smelled like a type of coffee, but also alcohol. It looked to be the same stuff Evagelyne would drink when she was particularly displeased with others. Surprisingly, however, he did not seem pleased as he normally did when she was around.
“What? Did you manage to fuck something up worse than normal?” she poked fun at the male only to feel the sting of her mother plucking one of her feathers and extracting a few tears from the girl.
“Language, dear.”
“Fine.”
“Don’t be so hard on her,” Gahbreal spoke to his wife who gave him a look that clearly stated not to tell her what to do, but he didn’t lift his head enough to see it himself. “It’s natural for the girl to be curious, no matter how old she becomes.”
“Don’t treat me like a child,” she shot back to which her fathers red gaze shifted to her.
“I rarely ever speak about work, if I ever do at all. Are you saying it has never interested you just how these things work?”
“I don’t need to ask questions about things I already know. I’m sure you handle everything perfectly. Just like the perfectionist everyone says you’ve always been. It’s not like you’ve ever failed a job anyway.”
“Well, that wouldn’t necessarily be true.”
Those words caught her attention, her face finally becoming more serious. Her father, failing at his job? That was unthinkable. Even her grandmother didn’t speak of anything like that, and she had made it painfully obvious that she keeps track of the work that all of her children and direct descendants are involved in. Stating that it was necessary to decide who would be in line after her, or something like that, but she had also said her decision was made.
“You’re serious? Don’t you kill people for a living? How could you fail and still be alive?”
“There is no need to pry into your father’s work any further. Just allow him to work,” Cyva spoke as she continued drying her daughter’s wings, but she was left shocked to see her husband place his paperwork down on the coffee table next to his mug.
“Perhaps it would be best to tell you about it for future reference, and warning.”
“Are you sure about that, my wolf? You know how Xainayne feels about you talking about your work to others.”
“It should be fine. It’s not like I can’t trust our wolf pup to keep a secret. So then, where to begin?”
The building was dark, the hurried footsteps dashing from room to room. They pranced up the stairs in a manner that no human could and quickly advanced down the hall and through a set of doors which led to a master bedroom. The doors quickly shut behind them as they tossed a rotting cupboard in the way to hold it closed and backed to the far end of the room. The building was dilapidated, falling apart, derelict in both look and actuality, but it held up well enough to count as a proper hiding place... or at least that was what could be thought for a short moment.
It wasn’t until she felt a tight grip around her neck that her gaze shifted downward, a hand emerging from the darkness at their feet and from it a figure of pure shadow emerging until they stood right before them. The figure of a woman yet a silhouette of purified darkness. She had known an assassin was going to be coming for her, but in knowing it there was still very little she could do about it. The tip was given by a claimant who had, without as much grace as possible, simply stated the date and method of their death by the hands of an assassin. When asked how they could survive the encounter they were told that there was no way and their fate was sealed. It was for that reason she had found herself fleeing this person, but it was also the words they needed to prepare the only countermeasure they could think of.
“Who are you?” she questioned her assailant to which they did not respond. She couldn’t even see their face! Nothing but darkness and despair. “Let go of me.”
“I’m sorry,” a woman’s voice emerged from the shadow along with a slight chuckle. “I just find it so stupid that you’d think an assassin would just reveal their name to you. However, I suppose you’re just a slight bit lucky.”
“Lucky? What are you talking about?”
“You get to live for a few minutes longer, while I deal with this disturbance.” The woman almost lost all composure entirely, watching as her killer drew their weapon and knocked away the one which approached her from behind to the side. The sound of the mass of metal slicing into the wall was disturbingly familiar, and it was at this point the shadow turned to see the weapon in question. A gasp escaping her lips as red eyes opened amongst the blackness. “An axe? No, that’s.”
Her head turned to the opposite side of her body, confirming the fist which was closing in on her person before she quickly moved out of the way. A few blows were exchanged in which a flurry of punches was deflected, followed by a kick which caused the woman to flip back across the room in a manner that suggested high experience, her red orbs never once leaving his form as a means to show his approach would not go unnoticed. The male walked over to his weapon and pulled it from the wall, holding it at his side as he positioned himself between the two ladies. He was shrouded in a coat of pure dark, but his face was far too familiar just as his weapon was.
“Your movements. They’re quite skilled. I haven’t met many people who can move like you do.” Serious, right from the start, she had to take note of that.
“Raminasuejji.”
“You speak Japanese and you know my weapon’s name? Interesting.”
“Leave this place, Gahbreal. It’s not meant for you,” she spoke as she drew her own blade. A kodachi which looked almost ancestorial. The blade was red, but not to be confused with red metal. It looked to be so stained with blood that it could never be washed away, only its finely sharpened edge revealing the deep silver edge.
“So you say, but I can’t just leave a claimant to be murdered. Can I?” he spoke as he readied himself. “Besides, I’ve seen the work of your weapon before.”
“And that means?”
“It means I can’t let you leave this place alive. You’ve killed too many, and you won’t go unpunished for it.”
“Fine then. Fine! If that’s the way you want to have it, then by all means. I can spare some time to teach a quick lesson in power. Just because you’re an aikekunai doesn’t mean you’ll ever outrank me.”
While he wanted to inquire on what she meant by saying he wouldn’t ‘outrank’ her, the time it took the woman to nearly slice right through his neck was fast. Too fast. So much so that he barely managed to dodge the attack and strike back with his own. The feeling of his weapon being knocked back even more surprising, his eyes turning to see his strike was directly blocked. His hope was that she wouldn’t be capable of managing such a feat with so small a weapon, but as he chose to throw all of his strength at the woman, he soon came to find that his initial thought wasn’t the case at all. She wasn’t blocking his attacks; she was deflecting them outright.
This had escalated things considerably, substantially! He had initially found her to be skilled compared to the normal claimants he would be left dealing with. Now, however, she was performing feats which would require the same output of strength equivalent or higher than his own. That was something only several people who existed could manage, only a handful among the claimants, and he had not known of this person at all. What was once a simple fight had fast devolved into an outright battle, his movements more refined than he could recall ever needing in recent years, but it still wasn’t enough to properly keep up.
“This is a bad habit of yours!” the woman called out as she grabbed direct hold of his hand in order to halt his attacks. A choice which made him all the more shocked. “For a killer you show too much mercy in your movements.”
She twisted his wrist around, the weapon falling from his grip as she kicked it into the roof before backing away slowly. It was a gesture that suggested their battle was finished, and yet Gahbreal was nowhere near prepared to let things end like this, and that was clear in his eyes which burned a confident scarlet.
“Just because I don’t have my weapon, that doesn’t mean you’ve won.”
“I’ve won because you can’t defeat me.”
“And yet I’m still standing. Now raise your weapon, because I will not stop,” he spoke as he raised his fists in preparation to continue on. The woman could only sigh in retaliation.
“How stubborn. Almost like a child... fine. If that’s how you want to have it,” she spoke as she put her weapon away and fixed herself into a basic martial artists stance. One that he had never once seen in his life. “If you want to be punished so badly, then I suppose I can do my personal job and scold you properly.”
He stepped forward, a fire lit inside of him like never before as he moved to strike and yet as his fist flew, he found himself outpaced entirely. The red eyes he could once see gone entirely and yet they still moved with such perfection. He fought with every technique his mother had taught him regarding hand-to-hand combat, a fighting composition made by his family for assassination, and yet this person countered everything. His kicks were dodged, his punches were redirected, between all of these she would strike back with strikes so heavy it was astounding! It wasn’t until he had chosen to use an intricate combination of blows that he chose to change his plan of attack. His punches were targeted, fast, well-paced and coupled with kicks that would sweep and strike with precision, but none of it even came close to landing. So instead, he resorted to using the things Xainayne had taught him, fighting more like an ancient than a claimant.
Gahbreal had begun slipping in and out of the shadows, sliding through the area like a raven amongst the mist, only striking at what were the perfect moments from places in which she could not see. Emerging from the shadows for a kick, only for the woman to dodge and retaliate with an attack of her own, but upon retaliation he would simply vanish once again into the darkness. This would continue on, the woman just barely dodging his attacks and yet being incapable of landing her own. This caused her to sigh and place her hands together in a praying position, of which he could have sworn upon hearing the sound of bells chiming.
“A proper technique of a darkness claimant. However, it’s wasted on you.” Her words carried through the air as she continued to avoid his attacks by a hair. “If this is all you’re capable of you don’t deserve the title of aikekunai, Dimea, and most certainly not Chisuke.”
Her words caused a stir in his chest, an anger he did not know he was capable of harboring from simple taunts alone and yet this person had thrown an insult his way so profound and direct it was as if they were attacking his very existence! It was for this reason that as he emerged from the darkness behind her, not making a single sound, that he put his all into silencing this person who so willingly believed they could speak to him in this manner. But things rarely work the way we want them to, and as he watched her eyes turn to face him at speeds he could barely register, it was clear to him that this was a fight he wasn’t going to win.
“Amazing,” he spoke under his breath. Left in awe at this woman’s raw power and capabilities.
“Now then,” she spoke as she coiled her left arm around his striking right to hold him in place. “I believe it is time you go into time-out!”
His feet couldn’t even reach the ground before he felt the impact of three palms on his stomach and chest. It felt like death, each strike breaking its own personal rib just before she released him with the final strike. A direct hit to his sternum which blasted the air right out of his system. It felt as if he were suffocating, his vision fading in and out, yet he could only focus on the woman herself who was not done. The way she crouched down before jumping into the air, her body twirling in a dancelike manner just before her foot rose above them both and crashed down against his head in a merciless manner which sent him careening through the floor. The structure of the building crumbling beneath his body as he couldn’t stop himself from his downward spiral until he could feel himself slam against the concrete floor on the basement, the stone shattering beneath him.
“That, is all I can remember. Next thing I know I’m being woken up at Eviax’s with multiple broken bones, fractures, and ruptured organs. Apparently just about every attack she used was more violent than I had anticipated, and mainly targeted my internals rather than just dealing direct damage. She fought like a real assassin, and there aren’t many people who would have survived the encounter. In Eviax’s opinion, she said she believed they didn’t want me dead or I would be. I’m inclined to believe her.”
“Holy shit,” Gabi responded only to find another of her feathers plucked from her wings. “Ouch! Mom!”
“You’ve never told me this story before, Gahbreal. Why tell us about it now?” Cyva questioned him to which he shrugged and leaned back against the couch.
“No idea. Although, I’d rather you both be prepared if this person ever decides to attack either of you. Although I doubt either of you could escape them reliably, so you'd have to fight her off. They weren’t particularly different from me physically, but they were highly skilled, even more so than myself. I could see Nier giving her trouble, you’re a machine for combat wolf pup so I wouldn’t undermine your success, Stasia as always can't be fought easily, DeVian always has a strict guard up, Evans’ unpredictable nature may hold her off for a time, there are a few others as well who might put up a decent fight such as Shinzo and Haden, preferably the two together, but it will only do so much in the long run. That woman is like my mother but worse... a monster in combat.”
The woman sneezed as she reached for a tissue to wipe her nose.
“You’re not getting sick, are you? I don’t want any sick fucks in my house.”
“Claimants don’t get sick, Yva. Don’t be stupid,” she spoke as she lifted a cigarette to her lips and lit the item with a personally customized lighter featuring cute illustrated dogs and cats.
“Maybe someone’s talking about you aunt May,” Koven spoke as he dropped a few cubes of ice into her cup of coffee. “You can never rule it out.”
“You know I don’t care for superstitious bullshit. All that matters is reality and what’s right in front of us.”
“Yeah, and meanwhile we live in an existence in which one of the ancients represents the opposition of love and relations.”
“If there were an ancient who represented making me sneeze every time someone decided to talk about me, I'd kill them in their sleep without a second thought.” She lifted her cup to her lips and sipped the now cooled down beverage. “That would be far too much of an annoyance, even compared to what we have to deal with now.” |
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Post by Dobu on Oct 17, 2022 5:07:30 GMT
The Queen and Her Creator
The dark, the quiet, like an ambient melody of shadows serenading only those whose ears are attuned to that which is unseen. It was both a blessing and a curse, a grace and a defilement. It was for this reason that, even with only the light of a single enchanted brazier of blue flame, the footsteps which began to echo off of the walls was exceedingly noticeable. Or at least noticeable to those who had not found solace in the silence, the loneliness. Not that it went unnoticed, more so that it was entirely ignored.
With each step came another thought. How would things go? How would they respond? Would this turn out to be better than expected? All questions which could not be answered until he reached his destination. All questions he certainly knew the answers to. It wasn’t a usual occurrence by any standard, visiting prisoners within the realm. The Prism held very few exciting things within and there were always more enticing things to do. However, it was Jayhe’s idea that he at least attempt having a conversation with her. In Jaiho’s mind it did not seem like the type of thing his sister would suggest. But there was also the brief possibility that it might work.
This prison was of intricate design, barely visible symbols coursing through its make. Made of what looked to be pure glass, perfectly see through except for those same symbols which looked more like runes inscribed upon the wind. Jaiho did not pause or waver, it was not within him to do so and he knew exactly what he was getting into. All that was left to do now was speak, but of course he was pulled into the same trap as everyone else. Within this glass box, surrounded by an intense darkness, the somber blue glow of the single ever burning brazier illuminated a single pool of water. Resting on its surface the wilted remains of what were once beautiful flowers, their petals now the deep color of death as they moved carefully over the clear liquid. The floor of soft stone revealing the subtle barefoot steps of the prisoner within. Black dress holding onto her frame in a way which was provocative yet noble. The allure of a queen, yet also a seductress. Pale skin barely lit by the flame yet no light was needed to reveal the white eyes which rested on him.
“It’s good to see you again, Audomattadjia.”
“If only I could say the same,” she responded as she raised her dress up to her knees and stepped into the pool of water where she would sit. “So, for what reason do I owe this visit?”
“I only came to talk, nothing more.”
“Is that so? Your kind tend to love talking, but you’ve never been all too good at it. Too quick to lie, too quick to cheat, your words are worth less than stones.”
“That isn’t fair Audomattadjia. You know exactly why we did what we did. Exactly what type of threat you pose.”
“Yet no one considered a conversation. I know what power is, ancient. I’ve seen and experienced it firsthand. I’ve wandered battlefields and fought both those considered to be the strongest and those considered to be the greatest of both humans and claimants alike. All of that and yet I at least understand peace.”
“There was no way to know that at your age. You were young, impressionable, hotheaded, there was no assurance that you would not cause a major catastrophe. Not to mention you’re one of my own. Chaos is within your nature.”
“And yet you’re allowed to simply exist without the same recourse. I wonder what makes us so different. I have yet to start a war and yet, somehow, I am seen as more of a danger. Perhaps it is simply title, but I suppose that title isn’t enough to keep someone from being afraid.”
“This attitude of yours is exactly why you ended up in the situation you’re in now, Audomattadjia.”
It always turned out like this. Every time he even attempted to speak with her it boiled down to nothing more than an argument regarding their respective positions and minds. What could be deemed as what, their view on the entire situation. It always ended the same way, with Audo choosing to ignore him rather than even continue the conversation. To some it might seem like she was defeated or simply giving up. On the inside it was an entire conflict entirely. Not a situation of having nothing to say, instead a situation of whether she should say anything at all.
“With your powers you’re a wildcard. Even as a claimant you have the capability to do more than you rightfully should, and you know that. It’s difficult for anyone to rest easy knowing that at a moment you could decide to put your full range of power to use. No matter how many times we talk about this it will never change.”
“Centuries have passed me by. Not just centuries, lifetimes have all but trickled by me as slow as molasses and I have not even gotten the ability to watch the world change. Even with all of that time passing by you’re still just as stupid as you’ve always been.”
“Who do you think you’re speaking to? You will speak to me with proper respect, Audomattadjia.”
“Do you know just how much I’ve managed to miss in this prison of my very own design? A prison I designed to maintain peace amongst the claimants, but instead was just a ploy to abuse my trust and craft something capable of locking me away? Lifetimes, Jaiho. Lifetimes have passed me by!”
“Yet you live, safer than ever. You have nothing to complain about here.”
She pulled her feet from the pool of water, the sound of droplets echoing through the darkness as she approached the ancient who stood just outside of her reach. She placed her hand on the clear wall which separated them, the only thing which stood between them, that which kept them from coming to blows. Jaiho looked at her hand, the black markings which were like ink staining her fingers. Her hair was just as dark as their surroundings, flowing down her back like a veil. She looked calm, yet her eyes told a different story.
“If I were as self-centered as all of you then that might actually matter to me, but I’ve managed to live longer than most claimants could ever possibly claim simply due to being locked away. What horrible suffering it has managed to be. I gained freedom for what seemed like only a fleeting moment in my lifetime and when I did, I had to hide away. All of that only to be imprisoned again, and you tell me that I should be content with simply living?”
“That’s not what I said Audomattadjia.”
“I need you to understand something, ancient. We were once friends. You were once a teacher to me. I once held respect which could not reach any higher for you and you alone. I once trusted you with my everything, so much so that you could have easily locked me away just by telling me to go into the prison with a lie and I would have done it of my own volition, yet you had my own mother and father trick me into this life.”
It was clear on her face, but not only that. Dust rose and fell, sparks surged through the air in small tendrils, winds swaying the pool of water about, embers speckling her surroundings, frost building on the stone floor. All the while her gaze did not retreat from the sight of her ancient. She did not blink, did not even think to look away for a moment. For Jaiho, this was an entirely new experience. Even upon her second imprisonment she did not become this agitated. This volatile.
“Calm down, Audomattadjia. I’m not here to argue or cause any unneeded stress. I simply came to talk.”
“You simply being here is stressful, ancient! You are no friend of mine and you’ve made that exceedingly clear! You’ve lied to me, tricked me, took everything away from me, and even now you’re taking away more and more!”
“Then tell me, what can I do to make things right? We were once friends, you said so yourself. Can things not remain that way? Can they not go back to the way they once were?”
“You truly are foolish. It’s no wonder you all cause nothing but disasters for one another,” she spoke as the storm calmed itself and they were once again met with quiet. “At the start of all this I was fine with the lies. I was fine with the imprisonment. None of that was enough to make me believe you had entirely betrayed me. Even when you did not visit me for a single day, I had no reason to be against you.”
“Then tell me what changed? Perhaps we can work to make things right. It is a waste for things to remain like this.”
“You still don’t get it. We were no longer friends the moment you took what was most important away from me without a word. My parents were only human, man. I didn’t even know they were dead until someone else told me. Not a word from you, not even a messenger. I didn’t get to see them off, didn’t get to watch over them in their last moments. By the time I awoke they were already dust and bone, their graves no longer a place on the map to be remembered. Yet you want to rekindle the relationship we once had?”
“Your parents never once protested. I did not believe it would be something so impactful for you. Humans die, that is simply a part of their nature. They cannot last forever.”
“You understand that but you don’t understand why it affects me so? Those two raised me from birth, watched over me every single day, taught me the differences between right and wrong. They respected you and taught me the same, but they also feared you and would never go against an order you gave them because they were only human. I loved them more then you or any of the other ancients could rightfully understand, but you just let me sleep in a prison as my father perished in battle! Thoughts haunting me every single day of how my mother must have felt as her body began to deteriorate upon her deathbed with no one to even share a room with! Those two were only humans, filled with regrets and passion, things that we could not hope to fathom with lives that could potentially never end... but I did not get the opportunity to even hear their last words, bury them, send them off to Elysian or the Void or wherever they may have ended up!”
“I had no idea you felt this way. I don’t know how I could apologize in a meaningful way, or make amends for these things.”
“Of course you don’t! It’s because you can’t. I’ve lost time, ancient. Time which can never be regained. Experiences which were meant for me and yet they were all snatched from beneath me. I am no ancient, I cannot just turn back time or change whatever I desire just because I want to. You’ve made that abundantly clear based on my current situation.”
“I understand that what has happened to you is not something that can be taken back or changed, I understand that the chances for you forgiving me for all of this are slim, but we can still sort things out! We can still at least retain some form of the connection we once had. You who is so close to the core that you feel its pull at your soul. There is no one who could truly be closer than the two of us. Can’t you leave the past behind? Start over from where you are now?”
“No, that’s not something that can happen.”
“Then tell me why? Why are you so stubborn about this? For years I have been attempting to change your mind, and yet your answer is always the same. Why?”
Audo turned away, walking over to the far side of her prison where she would then lay upon the ground. This imprisonment was made to be as uncomfortable as possible as per Xainayne’s orders. While the ancients were confused as to why Kikana did not act against Audo, Xainayne had made his fair share of requests regarding her condition. Killing one of Gahbreal’s lives was not an easy offense to get away with. It was for that reason she was surrounded by silent darkness, only a small gift from Evyette giving her the damp blue light which allowed her to see ever so slightly. Even in that environment it was difficult to keep his eyes from her figure, almost as if she moved to draw attention to it.
“It’s because I refuse. Perhaps I was not clear enough, so I will make sure to have you understand this time. I am through holding my tongue and acting as if I want to retain some form of respect for all of you. We are as far from being friends as possible. In fact, after all this time, it would be proper to call us enemies.”
“Enemies? You would go so far over just two lives?”
“Two lives which built me to be the person I once claimed to be. I loved everyone, fought only when I had to, enjoyed peace more than any other thing. I spent more time relaxing and enjoying the natural beauty of the world than I did fighting. In fact, that was exactly what I was doing on the day you chose to imprison me. I never intended to cause disaster or do anyone harm who did not threaten peace, but apparently you all chose to believe otherwise. Those two made me into a proper woman, someone with values beyond just myself. Even when I had forced your hands to give me my freedom, I only wanted to live a peaceful life.”
“You planned assassinations against an ancient to gain that freedom, specifically my sister!”
“A small price to pay, correct? I lose two and you lose one? Besides, it gained me what I wanted in the end. I never expected to actually kill her. However, even after that you still chose to take even more from me. I anticipated being imprisoned again and planned to come quietly, but that wasn’t enough for all of you. Instead, you chose to kill my husband.”
“You were married? Impossible. You never came to any of the ancients about a marriage.”
“That’s because I married in the same way my parents had done. I followed the tradition of the people who cared for me my entire life, and my husband chose to indulge me on the matter. Not that I would have given him a choice. However, that is three lives of importance you’ve taken from me. It’s almost like as history goes on you ancients all keep finding ways to fuck me over.”
“It’s not our intention to do more harm than is needed! What can you expect when you tell us little to nothing? No one even knew you were married-”
“But you act as if that would have changed things. Or better yet, you act as if that would change the past. I’ve gained little to nothing over the vast majority of my entire lifetime, and what I have gained has almost all been taken away from me time and time again. My freedom, my parents, my peace, my love, my home, my friends and fellow claimants who I’ve given nothing but my support. Every single thing taken away from me. Yet you still come to me expecting me to just change who I am now? You made me this way. All you ever do is betray and lie, but you want me to tell my secrets? Talk freely about myself as if you won’t just take those things away too? Absolutely not.”
“Then there is truly no way to rebuild a relationship between the two of us?”
“No, there is not. Or rather, there is only one chance that I even choose to not declare war on you the moment it is a possibility.”
“You would go so far? Have I managed to anger you so much that you would make such a declaration against your own house?”
“Yes, if that possibility manages to slip you by. Of all the things I’ve listed there is nothing more egregious than what time you have robbed me of with my family. As such, it is only fair that they be the ones who decide your fate in my eyes. As angry as I am to have not been able to watch over them as they grew into the fine adults they no doubt have become, I am still the one many would call Queen of the Claimants. As such I must take into consideration the feelings of my heirs and let them decide.”
“You have children? But there has been no sign of anything like that during your time free.”
“Because none of you can be trusted. The princess of the claimants, the daughter I have yet to lay proper eyes on since her birth, she will be the one who decides the way I go about this world upon my release. I desire nothing more than peace for the claimants, something that history has shown you ancients are all incapable of accomplishing for my people. The workhouses are a testament to that. The method of which I pursue that peace will be decided by my daughter.”
“And what if she chooses to turn to violence? What if she chooses war?”
“Then I suppose you’ll need to be ready for that decision. She is well hidden; in a place no one will ever discover her and her brother will watch over her no doubt. You just need to understand that your choices have always had consequences that go beyond just yourselves. The claimant population has been dwindling, and I plan to repair what has been tarnished by your hands. Even if that means some of you must be destroyed entirely for that to happen.”
“Don’t you understand the weight of a threat like that?!”
“I above all people understand the weight of a single death! I who have been forced to sit idly by as those I would call friends and family simply disappeared from existence! Now begone with you. I'm sick of talking. I’ve spent great amounts of time enveloped in silence; I would rather have that than your irritating company.”
“This is for your benefit Audomattadjia. Why won’t you understand that? Why don’t you understand that I’m trying to protect you?”
“Enough questions, ancient. I am Audomattadjia Vall, Queen of the Claimants and the one who desires true peace. From this day forward I will not speak to any of you again unless it is with my daughter. You can tell everyone that. Both ancients and claimants alike.”
“Are you sure you’re willing to go down this path Audomattadjia? No one wants to be your enemy; we can always work something out.” His words were met with a deafening silence. “I see you’ve made your choice. Very well then. Goodbye, Audo.”
His footsteps echoed off of the darkness yet again as he exited the cold place which was called her home. Audomattadjia did not move, not even when he turned back to view her once more before leaving her behind. She laid upon the cold stone floor; head propped up on her hand with both eyes closed. He couldn’t help but compare the sight to forbidden fruit, something that could not be touched yet made itself so properly alluring. However, this day marked more than that alone. They were now so close and yet so far. Both could remember the old memories they once shared, things that made them almost inseparable back when she was still a growing child. Yet now for one of them they were fond memories that were missed, and to another they were nothing more than a façade.
“I swear, on the name of my dear deceased friend and fellow queen... Eva. I will never be fooled again.” |
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Oct 25, 2022 23:30:02 GMT
Post by Dobu on Oct 25, 2022 23:30:02 GMT
There You Are
“This is odd. You rarely ever ask for an audience with me these days,” Novevu spoke as he sipped from the glass of wine resting before him. “Even more troubling that you chose to have Xainayne present as well.”
“I fail to understand what’s so ‘troubling’ about that. However, I am interested as to why you’d call on both of us on such short notice, Gahbreal.”
The aikekunai stood stationary, hands folded behind his back in a manner which suggested a level of reverence for his company, but they both knew him better than that. With all of his wisdom coming from age and past lives he was by far a troublesome person to deal with; mainly due to his willful nature. The one major difference in this scenario would be his posture, his face, his eyes. None of which wavered or showed the slightest sign of games to be played. His lack of weapon was reason enough to believe he wasn’t planning to attack, but that did not put either of the ancients at ease.
“This matter, I would like to be assured that it never leaves the three of us. As controversial as it may be. The last thing I need are the other ancients hounding me for the same courtesy I plan to offer today.”
“That would all depend on what exactly the topic of the matter at hand is,” Novevu spoke to which Gahbreal nodded. He always enjoyed the levelheadedness of the ancient of death.
“It’s about my daughter.”
Simply bringing her up was enough to have Novevu place the glass of wine back in its position on the end table. It was no wonder he requested they meet at his home, and in his personal study no doubt. He rarely ever spoke of Gahbriogyva to them and never brought her up around others. It wasn’t that he was not pleased with her; rather he wanted no one to know about her if possible. He had expressed his worries when his relationship with Cyva had begun, stating that he would build her up to defend herself so his enemies wouldn’t dare approach her. Perhaps it had something to do with offering her more protection?
“We already went over this Gahbreal,” Xainayne began. “We can’t offer her anymore protection without others realizing she exists. Of course, all of the ancients know about her existence, and some of the treasures as well, but people will catch on if we start assigning people to watch her.”
“That’s not what I’ve called you both here for.”
“It’s not? Then what is it?” Xainayne questioned Gahbreal to which he turned his attention to Novevu.
“I’d like to have you take my daughter into your house.”
“What the fuck?”
“Excuse me?” Novevu spoke as he leaned forward in his seat. “Do you even realize what you’re suggesting? Or, more importantly, what that could mean for her? For all of us?”
“Clearly, he doesn’t! Is that what you called us here for? So that I could give you the go ahead to just switch your daughter’s house?”
“With all due respect, I didn’t call you here for your opinion at all. This is a choice I’ve made entirely with my wife; Novevu is the one who holds the final say in this matter.”
“You can’t be fucking serious.”
“While I respect you calling on the both of us and bringing this to both of our attention, I can’t just do something like this for you Gahbreal. Not without proper reason as well as a mutual understanding between you and Xainayne as to why you and Cyva have made this decision.”
“She’s too much like me,” he started. A phrase which made Xainayne laugh.
“I thought you were pleased that she’s taken after you.”
“I was pleased that she had taken after me in terms of looks, not line.”
“So, you weren’t pleased that she was aa part of my house, but rather you were pleased that-”
“She looks just like my mother, yes. While she has her mother’s hair and eyes, Gahbriogyva is the definite image of my mother. Most importantly that would mean she has strong ties to my family which means strong ties to madness. She’s already showing steep signs of change.”
“You manage yourself well enough. Can you not just raise her properly and train her to be stricter with the buildup?” Novevu spoke to which Gahbreal shook his head.
“It’s not so simple. I’ve died in the past due to madness. For my mother and I both it is a great seedbed of power, but also a sickness that we cannot do much about. My aunts don’t have this problem, but my grandmother does as well as the rest of the line of women in my family going back in history. My mother manages it with complete restraint and a lifetime of mental mastery. I barely manage with just experience and other means of calming myself. However, the girl is already showing signs of a steady decline.”
“What? That doesn’t make any sense. Even your oldest ancestors didn’t have any major problems with madness until they reached their teenage years and began growing more accustomed to combat, some rarer cases involving earlier training years with certain individuals like the Chisuke founder. But isn’t she still in kindergarten?”
“Yes, and I haven’t even begun training her or teaching her about how her control over darkness works. She’s naturally building up madness with no outside interference and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
“And what if her physical demeanor? Have things begun to change in any way?” Novevu questioned him to which Gahbreal shook his head again.
“None... although, sometimes it feels as if she’s looking at me with red eyes. I can just barely notice it out of the corner of my own, but when I look directly at her they’re jet black.”
“Black? But doesn’t she have Cyva’s blue eyes?” Xainayne spoke whilst taking a sip of wine.
“Yes, she does, but I also have blue eyes as well,” he pressed his fingertips together and took a deep breath. Clearing his mind, alleviating the madness within as best he could, the black which covered his eyes steadily swaying aside to reveal the same dynastic blue which swirled with traces of red. “I thought it was coincidence at first, but then I realized she’s been copying me. Almost as if attempting to hide it. A cover of darkness in the eyes, hiding away the tinges of red which rest in them. The madness is always there for me, even in small doses. I can only assume she is in the same scenario, but if that madness goes too far the dark won’t be capable of snuffing it out. However, I don’t know what’s causing her to build up madness in the first place.”
“It’s no doubt troubling to think about, but I will have to decline your request,” novevu spoke to which Gahbreal was clearly unhappy.
“May I ask why?”
“Putting it simply, this isn’t just your decision to make. Aside from Xainayne clearly not being pleased with this, we’d also have to confront your daughter with this as well. I doubt she’d be willing to make that change seeing as to how she looks up to you as much as she does. At least for the time being.”
“I see. And there’s no way I can change your mind?” he spoke as he looked between the ancients.
“I’m afraid not.”
“I don’t know what made you think I’d agree to something like this to begin with.”
“Well, that’s simple. If something does manage to happen to my daughter by ways of madness, you’ll be the first person who I come for.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but that sounded like a threat.”
“You know me better than that, Xainayne. I don’t make threats.”
“So, it’s a promise then?”
“The very same.”
“Then it seems while I’ve taught you quite a bit, I still haven’t taught you well enough to quell these unnecessary thoughts and urges.”
“It would be best if you two were to calm down,” the ancient of death spoke, but Gahbreal didn’t waste a single moment to respond.
“With all due respect, Novevu, my family comes before everything. That is simply the way I was raised and how I believe all claimants should be brought up. Sadly, that means I am more than willing to do anything and everything for them. And I mean everything.”
“Why don’t you specify what you mean by ‘anything and everything’ for us,” Xainayne spoke as he stood to his feet.
“Specifically, for you at least, it means merciless death.”
As soon as the words were spoken the ancient made a move, Gahbreal bracing himself as he found his body suddenly breaking through the walls of his home. Then, as the warm outside air brushed against him, he steadied himself as he hit the ground. A basic maneuver, rolling before pushing himself up to his feet the slow his momentum to a stop. While he wasn’t pleased with the condition of his home, he was more displeased with the ancient which came waltzing from the gaping hole which now occupied the front of his home.
“I’m pretty sure I taught you the punishment for insubordination.”
“Then you must either be daft or deaf, so I’ll say it one more time and as clearly as I can possibly muster.”
“And what is it that you have to say, Gahbreal?”
“Watashinokazoku wa naniyori mo yūsen sa remasu. Ningen, seikyū-sha, zaihō, kodaibito,-shin 々, Subete no mae ni! Sore o gokai shite irukara koso, jōkiwoisshita koto o suru mae ni ima koroshita kata ga gōri-tekida.” (My family comes before any and everything. Before humans, claimants, treasures, ancients, gods, everything! You misunderstanding that just makes it all the more reasonable to kill you now before you do something out of line.)
“You’ve really gone a bit too far. As if a decision I make would be out of line to a claimant.”
“Sore ga watashi no chīsana on'nanoko ni kankei suru toki, tō sugiru to iu koto wa arimasen.” (There is no such thing as too far when it involves my little girl.)
Xainayne examined his aikekunai, his eyes like fires raging out of control. At first it seemed like some poor joke that he would be so insubordinate. However, there was no faking what was right in front of him. Right before him stood Gahbreal who he had trained to be who he currently was, the loyal wolf bearing his fangs and prepared to attack. It was all in poor taste.
“So then? Do you plan to fight me with no weapon? Or will you use the very axe I gave you?”
“If it’s for my daughter I’ll break every taboo, use every tool I know of, patch any broken bond, and use every item at my disposal. However, I’m not so chaotic that I’d use the very gift you gave me to cut you down. Demo haha kara no purezento? Soreha-betsu no hanashidesu.” (A gift from my mother, however? That is a different story.)
The ancients watched, Novevu spectating the faceoff between ancient and treasure, as Gahbreal reached to his side in a manner which suggested a weapon already being present yet nothing was there. It wasn’t until he spoke words which existed in no records that something changed. It was like a whisper, a spell, a curse being cast upon everything around him. Only a single tangible word capable of being heard from his lips as the weapon formed between his fingers and into his grip.
“Chisuke.”
“You can’t be serious,” Xainayne spoke as he watched Gahbreal bathed in darkness the likes of which he would have normally avoided. “You understand that weapon is doing the opposite of your axe, correct? Amplifying the madness?”
“Subete wa kazoku no tame.” (All for the sake of my family.)
Xainayne was not pleased; neither was Gahbreal. The weapon in his possession now being the opposite of what the ancient had gifted him. Instead of absorbing the madness inducing darkness steadily, it instead seemed to pulse traces of thick darkness. Acting as an accursed catalyst which fed more into him. The shroud of black which covered Gahbreal’s body like a thick miasma which only grew more insatiable as time carried on. His eyes, once normal, now nothing more than two sources of bloodred glares which looked to make an attempt at peeling the ancient apart.
“Fine then. If a fight to the death is what you want, then I’ll gladly oblige.”
Xainayne was the very form of intimidation in his eyes. The person who had broken him down tie and time again all for the sake of raising him up to be greater. He knew the difference between his power and the ancient of darkness, but that was the reason for the weapon. A black katana made by request of his mother and dripping with her own personal darkness. A tool to build his madness higher, blur his perception, force his hand where he himself cannot. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand the situation he had found himself in. Of course he understood. He simply did not care. It was that lack of care which guided his hands as he readied his weapon, a blade of pure malice and reckless abandon. It was this weapon which allowed him to sharpen his gaze, boiling over with an unparalleled madness. Yet just as he pushed himself forward, all of their respective attentions were drawn away from combat.
“Uhm, hello all.” Cyva’s voice was like a distinguishable filter from all the violence, so much so that Gahbreal planted his feet into the ground and instantaneously put his weapon away. “We are back from getting the snacks, the little one did not want to be out any longer... I see you’ve all had a fun time. I’ll assume things did not go as planned.”
“Cyva,” Gahbreal spoke as his darkness faded to nothing, his eyes returning to their static black. It was something that neither she nor the ancients had ever seen before. It wasn’t that he had done it on his own or emptied the madness of a personal volition. Rather they did not see the catalyst which had caused it. A hopelessness.
“What’s wrong with you? I thought you’d be more pleased to see your daughter-”
The chaos claimant trailed off into silence, her eyes as well as the ancients turning to view Gahbriogyva. The girl was rather tall for her age, her head reaching above her mother’s waist. However, what was most important wasn’t that. Instead of commenting on her height or the black wings which seemed to shake with feathers ruffled in excitement, they were entirely focused on her face. The smile which breached her features was like that of a mad queen, her cheeks as red as roses whilst between strands of golden hair her eyes were just as red, if not more so, as Gahbreal’s had been mere moments prior. However, she did not seem to be heavily affected at all. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Almost as if she gained pleasure from it! Novevu was first to speak in this scenario.
“It seems we’ve overstayed our welcome. A bit of a disagreement between Gahbreal and Xainayne aside, I believe we are done here. We can speak more on the matter at a later time. However, I expect things to remain civil. And as in expect I mean things will remain civil.”
“So, they won’t fight?” Novevu looked at Gabi as the question escaped her and smiled in a pleasant manner. His smile was met with a blink, of which the overbearing red would disappear immediately with it. “Coward fucks.”
“Excuse me?” Cyva burst into laughter as Gahbreal quickly approached the girl. “I told you to stop talking like that! Those are ancients you’re talking to. Show some respect!”
“Ancients?” she spoke as her eyes trailed over to Novevu and then Xainayne.
The ancient of darkness still looked displeased while Gahbreal seemed to be more or less drained, but the displeasure quickly turned to a rancid discomfort as the girl’s eyes drew that same bloodred which had just disappeared moments ago. He looked at Gahbreal who looked to be trying his hardest to remain calm whilst seeing it in close proximity, but from a distance the ancient could see why the aikekunai was worried. From what he had spoken it was as if the girl had been attempting to hide it from him the entire time, but seeing her now it was twofold. One that she was far younger than initially taken into consideration to have decided to hide it, two it was more like she could not contain herself in the slightest yet clearly showed she was more than capable of concealing it entirely. It was difficult to tell if the girl was going mad or just mad to begin with. However, what he could clearly tell were the words she mouthed to herself so that no one could hear, almost as if they were meant for him. Whilst Gahbreal was busy attempting to have Cyva take this all seriously and Novevu was more than prepared to go, Xainayne was the only one to see Gahbriogyva’s lips move.
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Post by Dobu on Oct 27, 2022 5:19:15 GMT
Family Ties, Bloodred Eyes
Not a sound, not an echo, not a solitary murmur or whisper. The silence was almost maddening and yet that was exactly how things were meant to seem. A place so quiet, a forest filled with willow trees and pink flora. Not even the wind made a sound as it passed through the leaves and petals, and the large rockface ahead did not let out a single creak or crack. Ominous, dreadful, intense, the baser words used to describe a place of such stellar darkness and yet that is how it was meant to be. Through the arching stone, past the walls of well-maintained rock and mineral, it was past all of this where one would find themself in the hidden grove of pure dark resting on a bed of pure white flora. Even during the day, it was like the moon was shining down and touching the earth with a serene dim dark. Within that dark? That was where the Chisuke estate rested.
Not a soul could be seen or heard with their approach, or at least not for the average claimant. The building was large and foreboding, yet only took up a rather minimal portion of the grove, the rest a sea of white petals which swayed in the wind silently. It wasn’t until this point that the silence was broken.
“We will not be here for too long. I would have preferred to not come at all, but it is imperative that your existence be known. All you need to do is remain quiet and let me speak. You will be appraised and then, we can be on our way.”
The words were spoken just before the main doors to the building were opened. Inside awaited a line of several women dressed in well-made black robes with veils covering their faces entirely. Their identities completely concealed. They did nothing outside of bowing and remaining entirely silent. Kikana offered them a bow as well before their head inevitably turned to her company and an audible gasp was heard. That was when one of them approached her and whispered directly into her ear. It was almost as if speaking out loud was forbidden.
“Decided Heir, we shall hold your belongings for you.”
“There’s no need. We won’t be here for long. Are your mothers present?”
“I do not believe so. I heard word of them leaving for the Vortex, but it wasn’t for any particular reason.”
“Go and retrieve them. Tell them that I have returned for a time, although it will not last long. Their presence might be required.”
“Of course, decided heir.”
With their few words exchanged the women seemingly vanished into black mist. With that out of the way they proceeded onward, walking up flight of stairs and down long hallways until they reached the very top floor. It was there they came across another hall which was not as long as the others, but was lined with doors on either side with guards and servants standing in motionless attention. Their eyes, the only visible part of their bodies, turned to rest on the two before growing wide. They then stood even taller as if struck with a greater command. Kikana only sighed before they proceeded forward down the hall to the door which rested at the end.
“Wait outside until I call you in. I will need to speak with her first before you enter.”
With those last words she stepped forward to which the door was slid open for her by the servants at either side. She could see her mother hard at work as always, busy with papers and files of all types. Kana was always a studious worker, and as such little ever distracted her from the work she had to do. However, when the doors shut silently and Kikana sat in the same spot she remembered sitting in as a child the woman’s eyes rose casually. Tinges or red rested within the blue orbs, but they quickly returned back to the work which rested before her.
“This is odd. You haven’t returned home since your niece was born. What brings you here now, and to me no less?” her words were as direct as always.
“A candidate.”
“A candidate?” the woman started as she placed her quill into the jar of ink at her side. “What is the meaning of this?”
“I need you to listen to me for now. Luckily, she cannot hear us when we speak in this manner. However, you must be very careful with what you say. There is a certain degree of danger that comes along with meeting this one.”
“You believe I should fear them? Ridiculous. Do your sisters know of this?”
“They do not, but they should arrive soon. The main problem here would be you. As head of the Chisuke family you hold authority over this place. I need you to understand that authority means nothing to her. In her mind you are beneath her in every single way, and she will pounce on the opportunity to prove that to be true.”
“If that’s the case then I will just have to put her in her place. A candidate for future head can only stem from this family. If they need to understand how the system works, I will gladly oblige.”
“That’s not what this is about. You cannot fight her.”
“If that’s what it takes then I can and I will.”
“This is why I left to begin with. You never learn anything, and your own personal need to satisfy yourself will lead to the destruction of you and everyone around you-”
They both fell silent as the rushing of footsteps through the house could be heard. They were loud, excitable to say the very least, and making their way directly to their position. Kikana sighed as her mother did the exact same, both turning to the door but both for different reasons. Then they could hear it on the opposite side.
“Kikana! It has been so long! How have you been?” as loud as ever.
“I see Kikara knows you’re here. I keep telling her to stop yelling through the doors, but that girl never listens.”
“She isn’t talking to me,” Kikana spoke as she stood to her feet.
“WHAT?!” her sister’s voice echoed through the home. An action which nearly caused their mother to reprimand her daughter before the doors flew open and she was also made to see the commotion for herself. There outside the door stood the normal guards and servants, but now she could see the face of Kikara as well as Nostelle and Mina. However, what truly caused a stir was the fourth. A woman who looked exactly like Kikana and herself yet standing over all of them in stature.
“What is the commotion and who is this?” their mother spoke as the women entered the room and the doors were closed behind them.
“Mom! You’ll never believe this! Look at her! She looks just like Kikana!”
“Volume, Kara... calm down.”
“You can’t really blame her,” Nostelle spoke as her eyes refused to leave the woman who seemingly looked down on all of them both figuratively and quite obviously physically. “Kara mistook her for Kikana until she was close enough to see the height difference. When asked, she said she was our esteemed nephew’s daughter.”
“His what?” their mother spoke as she stood to her feet and looked at the girl. She wore a dress as red as blood, heels which looked difficult enough to walk in and even more so as silently as she did, a large coat of pure black feathers, hair of pitch-dark flowing over her shoulders, eyes of stark black locked onto her as if to devour her very soul. “What is your name, child?”
“Son of a bitch,” Kikana spoke under her breath as she stepped to a far wall. An action which caught her mother’s attention for a slight moment.
“My name?” she spoke as she stepped forward. The sound of her heels now echoed off of the walls, almost as if she were doing so on purpose. Announcing her very presence. “Isn’t it proper courtesy to give one’s own name before asking for someone else's?”
“Oh? Well, aren’t you quite the bold girl?” words which would once again cause Kikana to audibly display her dissatisfaction with a groan. “If there is a problem Kikana, then speak it.”
“Oh you have a problem alright. We were not done speaking. State your name and rank, then I will give you mine as you so disrespectfully requested.”
“I am Kana Dimea, head of this household. And you will show me proper respect, girl.”
“So, you’re the one father spoke of... lackluster. We will address one thing first. Using bold to describe me is unacceptable. Bold implies that it is not natural for me to stand above you, which means you clearly think your rank is worth more than mine. However, I will have you understand the difference between us in due time. I am Gahbriogyva Leigh Dimea, also known as Gahbriogyva Leigh Chisuke. Daughter of the aikekunai of the house of darkness and the strongest of all claimants! I would suggest you remember that.”
“It seems the only language you understand is power. I suppose that means I’ll have to oblige you on that front.”
Kana stood to her feet, an action which almost caused her daughters to protest before they looked to their youngest sister who avidly shook her head. A means of telling them to remain out of the confrontation. Their mother grabbed her naginata from the wall behind herself, the beautiful weapon resting comfortably in her hand. She wore robes of black with red accents and golden embroidery. Her hair tied back into a blacker than black ponytail, her features visibly the same as her youngest daughter, meaning she and Gabi also looked identical. However, when she looked on to see the girl reach for no weapon of her own, she was left agitated.
“Do you aim to fight with no weapon?”
“Are you suggesting I need a weapon to fight someone as weak as you? Don’t make me laugh.”
The two proceeded to size one another up, although Gabi seemed to be more concerned with seeing if the woman would actually proceed to attack. Meanwhile Mina approached Kikana to speak with her on the matter at hand.
“Do you really think this is wise?”
‘There’s nothing we can do about it now. Just stay out of it,” Kikana spoke as she looked on with unappealing eyes.
“Are you sure about that? They’re looking at one another the same way you and mother used to around the time you left.”
“I know, but this will not be the same. Back then my mother was stronger than me, and now we area about the same with me slightly above. The difference between me and Gabi is twofold. She does not respect our mother as we do, and she also far outmatches any and every one here.”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Nostelle spoke as she joined her sisters. “Just how strong is she?”
“If my memory serves, she bested her father in direct combat at the age of fifteen. That means she was stronger than any of us at a point before that. All it means is that we’re going to watch our mother lose.”
Their conversation was cut short as their mother stepped forward, the blade of her naginata slicing past Gabi’s face with only the very edge of the weapon sliding across her cheek. The slight trickling of blood which began to drip from the simple cut exuded a simple darkness, like purified madness.
“You didn’t even attempt to dodge...”
“Why would I?! Seeing you believe you’re strong? Seeing you act as if you have power? Seeing all these people with so much respect for you? I was hoping that you’d be more than willing to strike to kill, but it seems you weren’t. Ah! How sweet,” she spoke as her cheeks began to burn a bright red, eyes glowing with a distinct madness. “However, I’m not here for sweetness. If you didn’t want to fight you shouldn’t have struck the first blow.”
Her wings barely lifted themselves from her shoulders, revealing her coat of feathers to be the large black signature parts of her very being just before unfurling with great force and speed. The outcome of this action was extraordinarily extreme, Kana being sent back as the very walls behind her were destroyed and blown away. The quiet which once consumed the area turned to a cacophony of destruction and mayhem in mere moments. Rubble and debris falling down to the flowers below as the Chisuke head steadied herself and landed on her feet. Looking around she examined the area, the building which shook and creaked violently, her office which was now an unsightly hole in her home, but most importantly the girl who stood in that gaping hole with wings outspread.
“Have you lost your mind? You will not get away with this girl!”
“Get away with this? Is that what you thought I planned to do? Of course you’d be thinking of such a small picture. I’m not just making an example lady,” she spoke as she stepped out of her heels and tore the dress from her very person. Clothed in nothing more than her undergarments. “If you don’t defend yourself, you’re gonna die!”
She didn’t want to admit it, she didn’t want to let her get away with it, but watching on as Gahbriogyva stood at the tallest point of the building with her wings outstretched, her laugh the likes of your typical madwoman echoing throughout the cave, she was indeed the very sight of what Chisuke should be. The Chisuke line are all warriors with Kikana and Mayray being the only exception. Gabi, however, brought back memories of what their house once was. It was graceful in a twisted way, but with eyes that burned like hers did it was only natural to be drawn to their tenacity.
“I suppose we can see what you’re made of then. Although it takes more than raw power to be a proper monarch.”
“Is that so?” Gabi responded as she jumped from the opening and dove directly in Kana’s direction. She didn’t slow down in the slightest, speeding up as if to crash directly into her. However, as the girl raised her fist, Kana jumped back in a graceful manner to create proper distance between the two of them. “Is this what you meant? Is this the power of a ‘monarch’?”
“A true monarch, yes,” Kana spoke as the smoke cleared to reveal Gabi surrounded by men clad in purest black. She had heard stories of the Chisuke males. None of them claimants, but all of them shinobi of the highest grade. Apparently, from what she had been told, her great grandfather was in an entire league of his own. But this certainly paled in comparison to the stories. Then again, the stories mattered very little to her in the first place.
“What a mistake,” Kikana spoke as she and her sisters looked down at the fight. Her comment caught their attention, which she noticed with a glance, leading to her elaborating with a single phrase. “Gabi shows no mercy, not even to family. They're just going to die.”
“These ants, remove them from the battlefield. Unless, that is, you don’t care how they die.”
“You'd kill your own people? They aren’t so weak to need that type of care from me.” It was that single phrase which erased the wolf pup’s smile entirely. A click of the tongue as she looked around at the number. There were quite a few, but none of note. However, that didn’t matter to her at all anymore.
“You useless bitch. These assumptions of yours will be put to rest immediately. I tear claimants apart like the average claimant does with humans. I can’t be bothered to hold back, especially if you think you can just continue insulting me the way you have. Not even begging will save you from the wrath of those with true and proper aspirations.”
“Aspirations are meaningless for those without a proper following.”
“When I stand above all other beings, I don’t need a following!”
She began her approach on Kana, one of the males moving in quickly to halt her steps but a single backhand from her and the attacker’s head spun until snapping from its proper place. It was jarring to say the very least, watching as one of their own was laid to rest without even a struggle and his body falling to the ground, but that was not important. What was important would be Gabi’s steady walking steps towards Kana. Another stepped forward, moving to attack which caused the entirety of their forces to close in on her. What a mistake it was.
The ensuing onslaught of violence was horrifying, even for Kana to witness. One by one her attackers dropped like flies. One attempting to attack her from behind, only to find themself receiving a kick to their stomach with so much force it was clear by their movements to the ground a distance away that their spine had snapped in half. Another trying to do the same only to receive a fist to their chest. Normally that would be a simple matter, but for Gabi it meant they would get to experience having a hand plunged through their body. As she swung her hand to the side to get rid of the body, as if tossing trash aside, another chose to attack her directly from the front. By far the greatest mistake yet, but one which brought even the slightest smile to her face.
“Now THIS is bold! If you were a claimant, I’d call you a fool! But sacrifice for a human has always been an admirable trait,” she spoke as she reached behind herself and grabbed the throat of the one attempting to attack her from behind. “Even if that sacrifice was in vain.”
“Shit,” the attacking male spoke as he attempting to strike her down and free the one still being held tightly by her grasp. However, none of his attacks could land.
“Don’t be so upset. It’s not like your sword would be worth a damn against me anyway,” she spoke as she refused to dodge the next attack and watched as the weapon hit her directly yet caused no damage. “See? I’m not going to die to a weapon crafted for anything less than claimant hands. But feel honored. Your valor, as a human, has earned you a claimant death. Now be still, and accept it.”
Kana watched on as the girl raised her hand into the air. This had been the first time her attack looked to be even the slightest bit serious, her eyes like flares in the dead of night as her smile stretched across her face in the last moment before her fingers all straightened and her hand came crashing down into a chop with enough power to cause the flowers to sway and stir. Her target? Severed directly through the middle as the separate halves of his body fell to the ground.
“You certainly are merciless,” Kana spoke as she looked on. Gabi simply laughed.
“I never said I was merciful. Although I suppose death is a mercy of its own accord.” She tossed the male who was held within her grasp to his back on the ground, the sound of him gasping for air a revelation of how he had been under the pressure of strangling the entire time. “You actually lived? How annoyingly persistent. Blame your training for this painful death.”
She reached down and grabbed his ankle swinging him over her head and into the ground on her opposite side. His body exploded into gore, his leg and arms flying in random directions while his head flew from his torso which was left on the ground in a pasty mess. The warmth of blood splattered across the white flowers and splattered over Kana’s personas she watched Gabi lift the only part of him which remained in her possession. A leg severed just above the knee, tossed aside after she took a close look at it. She shrugged her shoulders and continued on her warpath, directly in the direction of Kana who seemed whole unphased by the experience. That was when more men chose to go on the attack.
“You people just never seem to learn. Then if that’s gonna be the case, it is my turn to oblige y’all!” before she could even react everyone came to a halt, including Gabi whose cheeks were held gently in the palms of Kikana’s hands. “What are you doing?”
“I understand you’re upset, Gabi. I don’t much care for my mother as well, but if you continue killing off my family, I will have none left. Do you understand me? If you’re upset then focus it on her.”
“Is that you trying to order me around?”
“No, never. It is me making a request. Please.”
“I...” she paused to look around at the scene she had created before letting out a sigh. “I understand. These people are still family, after all.”
“They will continue attempting to attack you because they are trained to do so. Can you deal with that properly?”
“Of course, I can. But I won’t be holding anything back. She will come to understand exactly who it is she is dealing with. Everyone here will come to understand that.”
“That will be fine. I’m certain she can handle it,” Kikana spoke before turning to her mother. “I attempted to warn you, but it seems you lack the capability to listen just as much as you did in the past. I suppose all I can say now is goodbye. I’ll see you again when something important comes up.”
“You’re leaving before the outcome of the fight?” Kana spoke to which Gabi laughed once again. It was enough to catch the woman’s attention to which she spotted the insane sight of the youngest of the Chisuke family. Her face was wreathed in madness, cheeks like roses, nearly drooling with what looked like a nearly obscene pleasure. It was almost as if she weren’t enjoying this nearly as much as she planned to enjoy it now.
“Don’t get too confused! My grandmother is saying that the fight is already over. Ah... Can you feel it? My burning desires? My hunger? My lust! It’s all for you! I haven’t fought with everything I have in what feel like ages, but it seems I've been assured that you can live. So, please try not to die on me!”
Kana looked as if she were preparing to speak, but words at this point meant nothing. Gabi’s wings ruffling and shaking before arching outward, her hands outward as she lowered herself into what looked to be the stance of an animal preparing to pounce on their prey. The Chisuke head almost acted first, but as a flash of red erupted from Gahbriogyva’s eyes she found herself incapable of accessing any of her darkness. It was an odd feeling, as if her very connection to it had been severed. All that she could think of now was impending doom against her will as whispers of the girl’s voice repeated the same thing over and over again. Nonstop, as if scratching at her very mind.
You’re mine now.
Before she could properly react, Gabi had closed the distance. She raised her weapon to strike, but found herself outpaced as the girl quickly knocked the weapon out of her grasp. She at first saw it as an impossibility, but examining things closer she spotted her wrist completely dislocated. Then, she spotted the girl’s own hand wrap around the same wrist as her other gripped her neck with strength she could not match to remove it. With the heavy sound of wingbeats their feet left the ground and the woman found herself high in the air above the white flowers, surrounded by the darkness which rested above it all. Within that darkness all she could see was the silhouette of Gabi, her eyes piercing through the dark directly at her just before they began spinning. Faster and faster, until everything became nothing more than a blur around them as they quickly approached the ground.
“You’re no proper monarch!” the last words she spoke as she released the woman’s neck and she could feel her body swing around from the wrist she was still being held by.
It was in that moment she could barely see things clearly. No longer the blur they once were, but rather the perspective of someone who was now heading towards the ground at a speed that was far too much. She expected her to survive this? Or rather, she would have to survive this. That was apparent when it became clear there was no other choice. She could at least take the moment to admire one thing in particular. The sight of Gahbriogyva as they twirled downward to the earth, wings spiraling about her as she found herself handled like a ragdoll. A pristine skill, a seasoned strength, an elegant power. That was the last thing she’d see just before feeling her wrist slip from her grasp and her body slam against the ground with force so extreme, she could see the white petals rising from all around her and scattering into the air. A fitting addition to the sight of the black wings donning the woman above her just before fading from consciousness.
She awoke slowly, sitting up in a slow and steady manner. She could feel the damage on her body was extensive. Of course she would find Mina and Kikara at her bedside, but both of them had already fallen fast asleep. That left only Nostelle as the last remaining one awake who stood idly in the corner.
“That was a pitiable display. Have you lost your touch, mother?”
“Don’t be foolish. We’re Xainayne’s claimants, we do not lose our touch ever... she was simply too much.”
“Yeah, I could tell. The moment Kikana told her to stop killing our people and just focus on you she zoned you so quickly you couldn’t even react. No one here could. I mean, we’re all powerful in our own right. That girl? She is on a completely different scale. I doubt anyone who can't solo and aikekunai would be capable of properly dealing with her.”
“Indeed. While physical capability isn't everything, she can certainly make it everything with that ability of hers. All my years training my body and I don’t think I’ve even come close to that raw power. I don’t know many people who have, but perhaps that’s a chance which comes with being the child of an aikekunai.”
“Apparently that’s not the case,” Nostelle spoke. “I spoke with Kikana about it before the two of them left and she said something that was difficult to imagine. The girl doesn’t seem to have a limit. She said that so long as the girl continues to push herself, she continues to grow.”
“If that's to be taken literally, that would mean the only reason she’s stronger than Gahbreal...”
“Is because the wolf is the strongest person she’s trained with? I came to the same conclusion.”
“Well, I suppose that makes one thing clear. After the events of today she is more than capable of being an heir after Mayray. However, I doubt she cares for the title of Chisuke head."
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Post by Dobu on Oct 30, 2022 7:02:54 GMT
Son of the Warmonger King
The wind howled, surging past him in a manner that swept up the embers which sprinkled the air around him. Embers of a stark black which held no real color. His knees dug into the dirt at his feet, the trees swaying back and forth, leaves brushing to and fro, light rain falling down over his bare body. His hair, as black as the night sky, fell back as he raised his head to look up at the stars and yet he spotted none. He could feel the water trickling down his skin to the ground as his head fell downward and his eyes settled on his hands. They were well worn, battle hardened, covered in calluses and scars. His body a memorial of trials and tribulations of which the results of multiple sword strikes could be seen. None of which he was worthy to heal by way of claimant kind. It was left to heal naturally, as with all other damage received in this manner.
He could not recall where he was or how he found himself there. He pushed himself up to his feet, standing nearly a full six and a half feet tall before falling down on his face. It felt as if his body were weightless, yet also without strength. He pushed himself up from the mud, wiping his face as clean as he could before rising back to his knees. There was a weight upon his heart the likes of which he could not shake, could not abstain from feeling, and could not properly identify. That is, until the source of his woes began to echo from the shadows within the tree.
As the embers danced about, chilling the air around him, so too did the sound of heavy booted footsteps arise from the brush. He found himself lacking the capability to lift his head, simply waiting in reverence as the steps came closer. The steps now intermingled with metal plating and the clattering of bone. Then, as if to ease his spirit, a voice arose once the steps halted right before him. Heavy plated boots in his sight as he looked down at his father’s feet.
“You look to be distraught, boy.”
“You could tell...”
“Of course, I can tell. A true king does not go without spotting the woes of his children.”
He could just barely see it, his father’s hand reaching down to him. He did not know what had compelled him to do so, nor where the strength had come from, but as his hand rose to meet his father’s it felt as if his heart were imploding. Then, as if to say his choice were a foolish one, his father’s hand quickly reached forward and wrapped around his wrist. It was a grip he had known well; one he couldn’t break free from even his he was capable of using his full strength. He then found himself lifted up until he was face to face with the male who stood before him. Held like a child being reprimanded, his feet not even touching the ground.
His hair as black his own and in the exact same style, body covered in leathers and furs; metal plating strategically placed about it all in a manner to suggest only protecting vitals if need be. His person was adorned with the sight of bones from multiple creatures, the skulls of unsightly beasts acting as pauldrons while the skulls of claimants acted as trophies to decorate his belt. His eyes were like that of an ocean of soft red unlike Hellfire’s, but instead as if it were the natural color of his eyes. His skin just as pale as his, just beneath his eyes and covering his entire jaw the bony maw of what looked to be a hellhound, but he knew full well that it was that of a void hound. All the remains of his victims, as if to be proudly displayed with pride and valor. This beast, this leviathan who stood nearly seven and a half feet tall, this was certainly none other than his father. This was Cydel.
“You’re supposed to be dead... what do you want with me?”
“What do I want? I want you to wake the fuck up,” he spoke as he got so close, he could feel the warmth of his breath brush against his face. “And you’d call yourself a king.”
“I am a king. A king of people who respect and adore me. A king of people I care for as they deserve to be cared for.”
The laugh which followed was that of a mocking and terrifying monster. It alone caused the bird resting in the trees to scatter and flee as he was tossed back on the ground, now lying on his back. Then, as if to mock him further, he felt the weight of a weapon hitting his chest. Looking at it he would find his mother’s sword now lying in his care. His own sword. With this act from his father, he knew what was coming next and, in that very first moment in centuries... he was afraid.
“I will not fight you, father.”
“That’s funny. This was no request.” His voice was so deep he could feel his entire body shake with every word. It wasn’t until the titan of a male reached up and retrieved the sword from his back that the doubt and terror truly set in. The massive sword his brother now used, back in the hands of its true master. “You’re a disgrace to the title I once held. Although I suppose you’ve always been a disgrace.”
“I... I...”
“Enough excuses. Allow me to tell you something. Pass down a word of advice from father to son.”
All he could do was clutch his mother’s sword as he watched his father raised his own into the air. He could remember this sight as if it were yesterday, the punishment which was to come. He gazed on with wide eyes as the massive blade became wreathed in swirling black flames, then as white engulfed the black and they mixed together in a dance of opposites. He couldn’t help but compare it to his mother and father’s entire relationship, but he found himself unable to move an inch as the flames roared and fought for supremacy over his weapon. The very rain in the air around them evaporating, the trees steadily catching flame as embers of white, black, and natural flame filled the air around time in a vortex of heat.
“Understand this, and never forget! The path of a king is paved in blood and bones, war and power! That pitiable look of distress? It does not fit the title of king... boy.”
As the weapon came crashing down it felt as if his entire world was ending. As if everything he had worked for up to that point was made to be all for naught. As the torrential burst of white and black swarmed around him and consumed him entirely-
“Inma!”
His eyes shot open, his body rising up from the bed as beads of sweat rolled down his entire body. His breathing fast, heart racing, eyes frozen forward as he looked to see Kare staring directly into his face. His wife who looked so worried he forced himself into a calm simply for her sake.
“I’m fine. There’s no need to worry, my fire.”
“You are hardly fine. Are you having nightmares again?”
“Hmm,” he sat up to sit on the edge of their bed, his wife sliding to position herself behind him where she would wrap her arms around his person. “I rarely go without nightmares. This is not something that requires attention.”
“You hardly sleep at all these days; you’re going to run yourself ragged! Perhaps you should go about asking Eviax for aid.”
“I do not need to ask for help from any of them. I will be fine on my own.”
“But Inma, you can’t continue on like this.”
“I said I am fine!” he spoke as he stood to his feet. “A king requires no aid! A king requires no weakness! A king does not go about begging others for assistance whenever a single problem arises! A king-” he paused as he turned to see his wife. The woman he cared for more than anything sitting in a manner which made his heart heavy with remorse as he watched the tears tread down her cheeks. She was only human after all, even if she was touched by his pact. “I’m sorry. I did not mean-”
“It’s okay, my dear. I understand you better than anyone else ever will. I know what weighs on your heart.”
“Perhaps we should go and see Eviax in the morning. See if she has some advice which can help.”
“We?” she questioned him with confusion.
“Yes. Together. Besides, I’m sure it will do Inda good to meet a treasure that isn’t Phianette.” |
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