[PK] Annihilation

[laugh_giggletehe 113]

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The small room was slick with darkened ichor, its coloration not dissimilar to that of a star-speckled night sky. 

It coated the floor, the seating, and the carpet- the unique, iron-esque scent of viscera greatly overwhelming the now faint stench of cactus green. 

 

The devil’s abused, slashed corpse lies front and center, settled peacefully within his seat in an almost regal manner, befitting of the young devil’s unwanted title-
 

The Black King.
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In the days before, Shahan and Vysryana had sat within that same room.
Idle conversation flowed with abundance and ease,
The topic of redemption at its forefront.
 

“What inspired your want for disconnection, if I may ask?” - “Was it the boy?”

“‘Cause, like… what I said about my dad. I couldn't let him grow up with a warlock for a father, cause I know what that'd do to him.”

“One's environment shapes them. You made the smart choice, not only for yourself, but for Ismail.”

“I don't want him to grow up in the village, and I can't raise him anywhere else unless I disconnect. So… the easiest choice I've ever made, really. I'd do it a million times over. Or… well, I'm still a warlock. But you get the idea, right?”

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Despite what Shahan had done, she still saw that impossibly small child sitting within Norland’s tavern.
He had never eaten anything that was not necessary for survival, and so she and her brother brought various sweets and flavorful foods to his home.

When Vysryana discovered Shahan’s mutilated corpse, she did not see the wicked thing he had grown to be. She did not see his bloodied form, slashes cutting through the brands that denoted his infernal magic, but that dull-eyed child.

Perhaps if Fate had denoted any other end for Shahan, she would have seen those eyes glimmer, his will to live and lust for life restored once more. Instead, his gaze remains dull- staring on and on, unseeing and glassy.
 

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A letter is clutched within hands of steel and flesh; two mechanical eyes clicking and whirring, flickering from side to side as it is read over and over again.
 

“Vys,
I didn't really know you very well, but you were very, very kind to me at a time when you definitely should not have been. You're awesome.
Sorry I probably killed myself in your house, and all. Take care of Ismail, please. Keep him away from Maheen. Don't let him be evil.
-S”


Vysryana contemplates, as she will for some time, how those he was raised with will react.
Her own mourning for the child she had watched grow up from the sidelines is set aside, for the time being, so she might be a steadying force
if any choose to seek such a thing from her. 

 

 

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Spaaz I am so sad over this how COULD YOUUUUU. UGH. UUUUUGHHHHHH.

 

Edited May 27 by laugh_giggletehe
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[confusedjester 812]

Zha'havara took the news with a grain of salt.

Shahan had been her first friend- but she had mourned him years ago.

 

The day he chose his path, he was dead. - However, relief washed her, as Shahan, in his entirety this time, was allowed to rest.

[clearlynoko 201]

Andromeda Adiler had no knowledge of who the Warlock she chased until the sand dragged her armored form down was. Which was ironic, as mere days before she had been asking Onyx Flavius of Shahan's whereabouts. All she'd received was a cast down gaze, and never found out why.

"Stop chasing me!" The Warlock screeched at her in terror. It had thrilled her. For once, she was the one to make a creature of darkness afraid.

"Stop being a demon!" She had responded. She never had a clue that he tried.

 

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Man you promised Shahan redemption, not a PK. SMH 😭 he will be missed

 

[ferdaboy 3472]

Disappointment was the first emotion to settle over his mind at the news of the devil’s death. It seemed, that with each passing day, the idea that those driven into darkness by circumstance or environment might still be redeemed grew fainter in his mind.

 

Perhaps his mission was futile, perhaps it wasn’t. Yet the thought did little to ward off the creeping sense of impossibility that gnawed at the dragon’s thoughts.

 

[Bethinwonderland 2213]

Trenopia was told the news as she watched Maheen be carried away from the shore. She was there, kneeling in the sand, dumbfounded. Her eyes searched Juniper for some sort of answer as she was there with glass shards in her hand. The cursed woman tried to act like she was fine. "Let's get her into the clinic, it isn't safe out here." she commented to Juniper and Hanzo, only to be scooped up by her friend Andromeda and brought there as well. It was nice, due to her legs feeling like jello. She was placed down and went to sit at the yellow one's bedside as a shaman did their thing.

Once Maheen was taken care of, she started crying, and the purple devil held her as she did so. Doing her best to be there for her. This wasn't just something to get over; time was needed, and time they would have.
 

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It wasn't till sometime later that Trenopia grieved the loss of Shanan, so many questions that would failed to be answered. The one that lingered in her mind most was if his soul was safe from the afterlife she knew was promised for people like them.