Ignorance [PK]

[satin 7600]

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So many grasping hands.

 

Endless libations. Endless tears, endless gasps. Wanting, needing - and always present, in the back of her mind…

 

I am going to hell.

 

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She had been slumped by a wall in Hexicanum, captive to a party of demons. One of them - the fishmonger - was speaking to her.

 

“The Black Pontiff, the schism, drove Warlocks to the very edge of the world. You will help me mend it.”

 

“What would you have me do?”

 

“Stand up.”

 

A pang of unease. Then - scorching agony. 

Endless screaming.

 

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Despite everything!

 

Teeth crack in the evening frost, gnashing, chewing. A chorus of demonic chitters rise, viscous with fury and triumph. She flees, glancing back at them - at what her afterlife would hold.

 

Despite everything.

 

They lope towards her, bestial and inhuman, lost and starving, shrieking and roaring. Calling out jibes and insults.

 

Yes. Tell me what you feel.

 

Even then, she understands.

 

I cannot breathe.

 

Even then she knows what drives them. It was what drove her, too: fear. 

 

It is my ground, and their foe. Their foundation, and my undoing.

 

Darkness falls. The chase continues. 

 

Where has the light gone?

 

The black shrieks.

 

It has passed over the mountain.

 

She turns, and withdraws her sword.

 

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So many cuts.

 

I fought well.

 

Too many cuts. Too much lost blood, and no bandages. Too far from civilization. She drew a sleeve, matted with blood, across her forehead.

She had survived. She, the one blessed, the one damned, the one burdened, the one tasked with some unknown duty. Some impossible truth. 

She, the one who had refused to know what it was the heavens wanted from her - who had refused to know what the hells wanted from her. She, who had embraced ignorance. 

 

I, who has surrendered!

 

And so it was. She can feel the warmth of the sun rising on her face, on her blood on the snow. The revelation of near-death, of exposure to destiny. At last she can see it. She can see what makes things holy.

 

Ignorance.

 

Ignorance made miracle.

 

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She is crawling, gasping for air, coughing out crimson and pulling with shaky limbs and missing fingers. Eventually, she reaches the cliff, and comes to a stop.

She does not speak for a time, electing instead to gaze at the silvery moon, at the pitch-black sky. She recalls the five comets that had streaked across the sky.

 

Divine favour. But I forgo it. 

 

After all, failure was insight. And the world was made by little failures - and its peoples, defined by permissiveness. Demanding judgement, demanding decision. Always taking the whip to their own back.

 

“Things…” 

 

she murmurs to the sea, 

 

“are concluding.”

 

It did not respond. But it did listen. She pushes herself up, gazes over the cliff. She would deny the space between her and the sea, if she could.

 

She cannot.

 

She falls. Even the fall is not hers - from the moment she leapt, her fate was sealed. But the leap is her own. 

 

Yes… it is. The leap is mine.

 

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She continues falling. The world spins for a moment, and a total darkness settles over every aspect of her being. She cannot feel her body. She cannot feel her flesh. The connection between thought and movement has been severed. Absolute immobility grasps her.

And then, the stench of sulphur - hell, rising in a bubbling rush. Agony and wickedness chattering with glee…

 

Damnation. 

 

Despite everything.

 

There was no describing the horror.

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

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Good read 10/10

 

[KillerMaid 636]

Malna/Annika had no clue where she was, or what she was doing. All that she remembered was Villorik speaking to her. Every year or so, she'd send a letter, searching for her to make sure she was ok. At some point, she ended up making meals, and setting them by the gate in Haense. They were eaten, by who? Who knows.

 

"I'll just have to do these without measurements."

 

The wood elf mumbled, sewing up some winter clothes for a woman who'd never need them.

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[Karina 1882]

Damnation. 

The draugar thought back to their last meeting. She had laughed. But it was hardly one of joy. One of mutual understanding. For she had been damned, too. A fragment of her soul stolen away and given to horrid powers. It made taking the flame that much easier, when she had nothing to lose already. 

She should have said something. But she didn't. In the end, perhaps there was that small flicker of something in her dead chest. Pity. 

It was not a fate she wished on anyone. Maybe now, Serwa would come to see why even a disparate and broken form was better. Why she became what she did. 

Were it not too late for such realizations to matter. 

[ellielove15 547]

Leoni knew a thing or two about damnation. Had the departed Serwa come to her, she would have helped her.
 

The Devil-Knight roamed the roads of Aevos, tasked by loved ones to search for a woman now impossible to find. 

 

A sad day, indeed.