Luciloo 2650 Share Posted March 30, 2021 "All the Inferi were destroyed.." The comforting words from one stranger to another. Aesilnoth, blinded by the Inferi at the Siege of Starlight Bay, offering his sympathy to a pale Mali'aheral woman, cloaked in a lie. Her voice fell quiet for a long moment and she huddled her arms about herself. "You can rest easy now.." Amethyst eyes searched the floor with a glassy gaze, as if awaiting an exception which was never uttered. She maintained the lie well enough perhaps, the facade of weariness, a burden lifted from her shoulders; yet instead there was a rush of dread. Father had been defeated, not only by the Mali'ame and Almendorim of Aegrothond, but by hubris. Again. Then the Sea Prince himself approached and offered drink and a warm fire. “I could tell you myself of the Inferi and their wicked powers, but such could be frightening for those unaccustomed to such wickedness.” She felt her blood chill then and recalled the basin and its gory contents, the diminutive creature Father demanded she let, and the transcendental agony and burning which followed as she was remade anew. “I have already been subjected to their unnatural sorcery." Her mind and body whole felt raw, and her facade might have slipped had Feanor not excused himself to attend the gatehouse. Before he could return, she disappeared into the dark of night, where even the gentlest ray of moonlight could not follow. As her blood grew thick and hot, she broke into a run and her dress caught upon thorns and branches, raked away from porcelain flesh. Her lungs burned like fire and her legs ached as her cheeks became pink and raw from a slow trickle of bitter tears. When the familiar silhouette of her home came into view, and its golden light welcomed her in, the lari stumbled upstairs, disrupting the cosy quiet of the house- her sisters sleeping peacefully or elsewhere. Turning to that nook which belonged to her, the 'aheral trembled as she felt herself overcome with a whole breadth of emotions all at once. Father was gone again. Just as before when he had ripped the mortal vestiges from her flesh and mind and soul, and sculpted her into something else, he had abandoned her once more. The sense of loss surrendered to a swell of anger, and in a trembling hand she snatched up a nearby flowerpot and hurled it to the ground to send ceramic and soil skittering over the wooden floor. Bursting into her room then she let out a cry, and threw down the lantern with a clatter and crash of broken glass. Then she came to the window and grasped the curtains in curled fingers, nails gouging holes into the fabric as she tore them down. Tichar had promised to burn away the old world, the world which had wronged she and his other 'daughters,' those discarded dregs of society who were too broken or soiled to be accepted anywhere else. He had lied, she could see it now. For so long she had dwelled alone until his return, and he had offered no explanation, but instead commanded her to serve his vision for the world. Another vitriolic scream came from the banshee queen as she turned from the window and caught sight of herself in the long mirror beside her wardrobe, and through blurred eyes she could see it all clearly now. Tichar had lied to them, to her. He had stormed Aegrothond and in his hubris he had been slain and could not- no- would not return. Then as this realisation coursed through her like a lightning bolt she swung her fist at the pane and punched out the mirror in a cascade of glittering silver glass. Into a heap upon her knees she dropped, hanging her head and sniffling quietly. The last of hot tears dried against raw cheeks, and she balled her hands into fists, as dark glossy blood oozed from the back of a delicate hand. In the dark she dwelled in silence, numb and empty. Tichar had named her Mozizhkar, Archangel, when he had made her. When he promised to take the pain away, to make her stronger. Instead he'd only hurt her more. She grit her teeth, closing her eyes tightly as the betrayal cut deep. From out of the dark then, came a voice as smooth as quicksilver, emanating from every corner of the room and her mind simultaneously. "Mozizzzzhkar.. rohn'zak urkarka raht uhd'rkhut.." it hissed softly in her ear. "Zd unmatar ak'kalark mokn, kuul ak'ol rohn zd'zak naakh kuul daz'liivengorka.." Her voice caught in her throat as she recognised the burning words of an infernal tongue. She dared not open her eyes for a long moment, and when she did the lari found herself staring into the dark, with only a few silver fragments of mirror reflecting a distant moonlight. "Who are you?" she asked, breath trembling. In that serpentine voice it replied, "Kiiztria.." Spoiler Just my character's feelings upon finding out about an abusive, but important figure in her life. I'm charting it here as a satisfying way to record what leads to her next actions. No meta~ <3 18 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Valannor 6345 Share Posted March 30, 2021 Spoiler Very lovely post, as always, Luciloo! +1, demongorl best gorl. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gladuos 857 Share Posted March 30, 2021 In the deep recesses of an unnamed plane, a soup of ravaged souls swell and fall away in never-ending waves. There is no up, no down, no place where one's feet could ever find purchase. The moaning spirits of long-stolen lives pass by in haunting torrents, glowing in a sickly green hue. At its center lies the silhouette of a massive, black beast. Its eyes blaze through the storm of maleus. "Urbug unmatar ak'viizr... Ze raht zen." Its voice shakes the plane and is reverberated by the screaming souls abound."Kuul... Zd'zak ikztoz unmatar ak'kiztik." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Juno. 1276 Share Posted March 30, 2021 The thill laid in her tower room, the widows open to allow the night air to wash into the space. She was still awake, painfully aware of that fact that her lover had yet to return home; the elfess found herself unable to sleep whenever she left her side. The sound of crashing and angry screams signaled her counterpart's return, the woman sitting up in her bed with a heavy sigh as she listened to her rage. She remained where she was at first, mulling over what she could possibly do to soothe her soul; she knew just how terrible Father's betrayal had been for her. "Mozi.." The thill murmured just under her breath, ignoring how her throat stung and her lips suddenly became dry. "Soon you will return to what you were, and soon I will join you...as Daz'rukrai." A painful cough erupted from her as she got the final name out, causing the woman to wince and rub the outside of her throat. It was then that she got out of bed and made her way down to her love's room, where she had suddenly grown silent. A soft tap at the door signaled her arrival, waiting for her sweet voice to welcome her in. Soon. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sorcerio 4595 Share Posted March 30, 2021 And so another court convened, beckoned by whispers in the dark - invitations unseen. They called to one another, each in their own tongue, gathered before the pool - the waters churning with the blackened, rotten taint. The air grew heavy, and the murmurs subsided, each looking then to the lord that stood in the pool below - whom uttered a woe'd decree: "What one was lost shall na'er be found." "Our mercy stolen, to vengeance ever-bound." "Deprived us our wholeness, took it they did," "We paid the price no wealth could bid." "Now they come again, beasts wrought of fire," "A world to plunder, bathed in unmerited ire." "Thieving, scouring, raging - they tend the ember of war." "Knock... Knock... Hear them rattle 'pon hell's door." And so they set out to do the work their master bid. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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