She Had It Coming

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“She was never crazy. She just didn’t let her heart settle in a cage. She was born wild, and sometimes we need people like her. For it’s the horrors in her heart which cause the flames in ours. And she was always willing to burn for everything she had ever loved.” - R.M Drake

 

_{^{art by abigail larson that I think really looks like kypris!}} 

 

[!]

Azerlynx - who am I kidding, Kypris’dionne sat at a desk with her newly dyed red hair in her hands as she’d admire the work she had done. She looked to her side to see a blonde girl sitting on the couch, similar to herself in features. She smiled to her with a sigh to follow.

 

“I suppose it’s time to meet with Alwin.”

 

“Are you worried?”

 

“He’s my son.”

 

“I mean for what you’re going to tell him.”

 

“I just hope he hears me out.”

 

The girl, Cecily, rose and moved over to Kypris and wrapped her arms around her. She squeezed her and a single tear rolled down the girls cheek as she did so.

 

“You’re going to make this right. You’ll get the family you’ve always wanted. He’ll understand, I know he will.”

 

The woman moved down the road with some resistance in her step, she didn’t want to go. What if her son denied her apology? Denied her a second chance?

He wouldn’t.

 

[!]

Kypris moved into the house and instantly heard the voice of her son call up from the stop of the staircase, her eyes looked up. She couldn’t spoil the surprise so she kept up her ‘unamused’ facade. The two exchanged a few words before she moved down the hallway and he followed after her.

 

The things he said didn’t really matter to her, something about losing the Shade she had bestowed to him, all she could think about was how she was going to ask him for forgiveness. Her second chance. She lost her parents at a young age, and she hated the feeling of not having them after that dreaded day… she could only imagine what it was like to have never had them.

 

He asked her about Aerenna, and she replied with some snarky as per usual. She did love her daughter, and she just wished that things would’ve turned out differently. The girl was beautiful in every way, she looked just like Allona. She really missed Allona.

 

Her son suddenly stepped forward and placed a hand on her cheek. She was surprised by this and the thought that ran through her mind was ‘why’. She was dazed so she didn’t mean to reply with what she had.

 

Suddenly a horrific pain shot in her stomach and she couldn’t even react, her body froze as she’d go wide eyed and look to him with a bit of confusion.
“You always did your best.”

 

What was he talking about? What was going on? She felt her dress sticking to her stomach, it was warm. All she knew is that she really didn’t feel good.

 

“Which is exactly what scares me.”

Suddenly the golden dagger in her son’s hand had lodged itself into her throat. She wanted to scream and she wanted to cry but all she saw was him. Her son looked just like his father, especially the same nose. She felt herself slipping. The voice in her head, who she had named Azerlynx, yelled and screamed. With the vision of her son balling his eyes out before and and the sounds of demonic screeches, everything soon went black, and silent.

 

 

 

[!]

^{_{(Everything in the section below was sort of creative writing on what her soul would be doing in the afterlife, I deemed this as her sort of "hell")}}

As everything began to fade, the vision of her son above her body, and the pain she felt subsided - she awoke again. Her eyes opened as she’d gasp and reel her form upward. She was laying on a hardwood floor and the room she sat in was well decorated - especially for her tastes. The sound of hard boots could be heard on the floor approaching her. With a turn of her head she’d notice her hair was blonde - when last she knew it was red. Furrowing her brows she’d look back to see Adorellan Sintel, her husband, in the doorway smiling to her.

 

“You’re awake?”

 

She’d nod slowly, looking around her, something was not right. She’d slowly rise and realize she could do so with ease, but the days before she was having trouble just keeping herself upright in an armed chair. She’d wet her lips and find that her body was in perfect condition, that of which it was not last she knew.

 

“What is going on?”

 

Adorellan stepped forward towards her and he’d place a hand against her back smiling to her with his usual, devious, grin. She looked back to him and smiled to, she couldn’t control herself. However something didn’t seem right, still. When it hit her it scared her more than the experience she had just witnessed.

 

“It’s quiet. She’s quiet.”

 

Adorellan nodded slowly as he’d look to the ground where her heels were, he seemed to have ignored what she said and then beckoned her with a hand on her back to guide her towards the backyard of the home where a rose garden stood. She’d look about as this was all too familiar to her, this home, this place. She’d turn to him with eyes full of concern because the house they were in, their house, had been burned down back in Axios.

 

“Where am I?”

 

Adorellan gave her a kiss on the top of the head before her released her from his grasp and moved down the steps towards the garden. Looking back to her he’d frown a bit, something she’d hardly ever seen him do. His expression was grim and his body suddenly, in the blink of an eye, had grown old and withered.

 

“Goodbye, Kypris.”

 

“What? W - what is going on!?”

 

“We were suppose to live to be old and die together, in a home, with our children. Instead -”

 

As he spoke his voice changed and shifted to something much more sinister and demonic, something darker than him, surprisingly.

 

“You will be damned to eternity alone.”

 

And with that, she’d feel her life once again sucked from her being as her throat would reveal a slit once again, her hair grew out red and her stomach produced blood from a fresh wound. She’d fall to her knees and both her arms would be reeled back behind her as two unknown figured held her, but the hands felt familiar somehow. Looking forward all she could see were visions of her past and everything she had ever lived through, every moment.

 

And all she wanted was for it to stop, every heartbreak, every goodbye, and every tear shed.

 

It never did.

 

[1 1393]

Irhamir rolls in his sleep, heavy breaths letting out from a dry throat. Nightmares of his mad past wives of Eloh'ra and Kypris rolled through the crazed mind. His eyes briefly open, gaze rolling upon the large empty bed; letting out a sigh of relief he mutters a broken statement. "They're all whores. All of 'em." And with that, he resumes his realm of nightmare.

[JEEGK 1367]

Hauxir's heart rested uncomfortably as he sat in front of the fire with his wife in his home. His sane mind rushing through past thoughts of one that could only be considered family to him. "She was there from the beginning." He choked out, his partner offering him support. Soon being bestowed upon him was a flood of saddened tears, his closest friend now deceased, only left with the memory, "It was going to happen sooner or later... but..." Unable to finish, a burst of sobs began to run into his hands, his wailing heard throughout the small community in which he hid in fear - The first time a sane man has cried for someone.

[Parkins 550]

From within some discernible cavern, an aged Necromancer would hear of another rebel found missing amongst their ranks.

 

"A shame she chose the rebels over her old allies."

 

With that simple phrase, the lich decided to forget about Kypris, until a time when he was needed to think of her again.

[_Sug 2809]

[!]

A Daeva sat within the tranquil moist caverns of a cave system in the south. His frame appeared to be tense but scale-like ebon patterns covered the dark creatures frame. As he stood his dark ebon ram-like horns began to fade and from his throne-like chair his gaze moved towards the entrance of the cave where a few beams of light pervaded into the den of Saevel. When his frame came to a stand, his scales receded to show the feeble frame of Thalon, a light incline of his head was given in remembrance of his dear companion. Only a few words were spoken from the hissing voice of the Foretaker:

 

"Sleep well my love."

 

 

[Tsuyose 3285]

Adorellan silently wept for the loss of Kypris, his limbs stretched forth as if he were holding her withered corpse, but alas, he held onto the imaginary.

 

"Till death do us apart."

[gab 163]

Word of the dastardly woman’s death spread quickly enough-- Elle picked up on it during a short visit to the market. It was a cause for at least a sliver of sadness; after all, she was technically related to her. Hastily, the big-eared elf gathered her groceries and departed. Upon getting home, she’d inform her husband, stomping away the snow on her boots as she spoke.

 

"Did you hear? Kypris is dead."

 

Looking up from his book, Asher didn't seem entirely concerned. "Oh?"

 

"I can't imagine how Cela feels..."

 

"A pity."

 

"Truly."

 

And that was the end of their brief discussion on the matter, the pair obviously not wanting to dwell on such a morbid thing.

[Chorale__ 2147]

Solirynir shook his head as he heard of the death of Kypris, "I only ever had one occurrence with her. Rest well."

 

((really nice read!))

[ThatWeirdGirl 432]

A girl with firey red hair and sky blue eyes wandered through a rose garden, humming cheerily as she still tended to the flowering bushes. "Miss Cerise is gonna love these!" She muttered as she worked.

[Devie 398]

Lenniel crosses her legs whilst taking a seat. Her eyes periwinkle eyes forming tears, rippling down her face at the news of her sister’s passing. Lenniel would pick up the quill in the glass vial filled with the black ink.

“Dearest sister, with time everything must come to an end, though I never would’ve expected yours to come to an end so fast. Your determination and your need for opulence of the magics, the power, the demons. They ran up to you, everything you’ve sacrificed and the repentance you've made with the devil has come to claim you. I’ve forewarned you before though your desire, your lust towards your greatest opposers, the ones who promised you everything have only filled your minds with the craze to make you want more of their words.”

Her hand trembling as she pauses writing. She’d grip onto the parchment with raw, pure aggression as her hand slowly closes, the parchment bending and rippling into a dense ball of paper.  

“What comes around, goes around.” Mutters from her mouth as she tosses the paper out into the ocean.  "The pendulum will always swing back, don't fret sister. " 

 

 

Lenniel would turn her head to outlook onto the vast open ocean as she wipes her tears from her ice gray cheeks. Her eyes open and wide as the rolling tides beside her freeze into a glacial chunk. She'd push it out onto the open ocean. a deep breath draws in from her nostrils and exhales through her mouth.  "Farewell for now..." . 

 

                                        

 

[Viochemist 664]

Kovaleah chases after the man upon his horse who usually delivers letters to the city. "Has one arrived from Kypris?" she asks, tears beginning to stain her cheeks as the man would subtly inform her one had not. "Why hasn't she responded.." the Elfess whimpers out as she trails back to her humble abode. 

[Slayy 816]

Svette sat against the wall of her own manor, her arms draped over each other as if she was in a straightjacket. Her eyes drawing to the floor, which laid numerous amounts of frozen roses, red as the blood that Kypris' spilled. The witch swallowed a hard breath down, not noticing the freezing temperature around her. Her ashy grey skin was glossed with pain, her eyes painted with gloom. "With you, you set a flame in me that made me feel human again..." She dragged her nails across her other palm as if she was trying to rub off some dirt. "And without you... I feel the cold creeping back in.." 

 

Her eyes closed for a mere moment, her lips chatter as she whispered a small prayer. "If you come back... I won't waste another minute of it..." Following the pray, the witch sat in isolation, the cold air and snow keeping her company. 

[grimmothy 188]

A thin looking 'Aheral would sit alone at a table, adorned with nothing but two full glasses and a half filled bottle. Quickly liberating the first glass of it's contents the she-elf felt a tear roll down her cheek for the first time in nearly a century, and thought to the countless years spent with her cousin. After a few minutes of staring down the empty seat that would once have been occupied by her larger-than-life counterpart, she placed a small glittering stone on the counter and took the bottle with her, leaving a long and storied era behind.

[Chorale__ 2147]

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