Post by Kallen on Oct 12, 2015 21:53:10 GMT -5
Come little children, I'll take thee away,
Into a land of enchantment...
Come little children, the time's come to play
Here in my garden of magic...
So cold...she was so cold. The pain had left her long ago, her body too weak to even register. Her mangled, broken bones. The blood poring out of her like rivers. Nothing. Not the wounds she sustained in battle, not the ones from the torture. Nothing. The world was hazy around her vision. She was aware of everything, and yet she felt so removed from it. The stench of death and blood did not reach her. Nor did the heat from the flames that consumed half the castle. Nothing. She supposed she should be thankful. How long had she wished to feel nothing? To be removed from the world? Well, she was finally getting her wish. Her lids closed, and the effort to open them again was so great. Not that having them open did much. No, she could no longer make out the world around her. Could not see the carnage she had wrought. Honestly, she didn't even remember most of it. Her eyes closed again, her lids so very heavy.
"So thing is called a Multiverse Crystal?" she asked, holding the shard between thumb and forefinger. It was not longer than her pinky and so thin she feared it would break in two. The sharp ends poked the pads of her fingers as she examined it shard. She could feel the power radiating from it but...could it really take her back? Was she so sure she even wanted to go back? She felt his arms, sure and strong, wrap around her, bringing her bare back flush against his chest. His breath ticked her ear as he spoke.
"Yes. It can take you anywhere. To parallel worlds, to other dimensions, to-"
"To Rothkalina..." Kallen finished. She felt Zasham nod before nuzzling his face into her hair. She picked up the small black box, placing the shard on the cushion next to it's counterpart. Both of them glimmered in the soft light through his window. Back to Rothkalina. Her stomach twisted. By the Gods, could she do it? She knew what her dreams, her nightmares meant. She had to go back. To go back and face him. Find out the truth. But could she really do it.
Her eyes opened once more, the effort so very exhausting. The ends of her hair now cut short to the base of her neck, tickled her as a soft wind blew in. Smoke and fire was close. She needed to move, to leave and get to a healer. She knew how broken she was. But, her blood pooling around her provided such warmth. Such wonderful, beautiful warmth. Warmth that before, only he had been able to give her. Him, her crimson eyed demon. Her lover. She needed to get back to him. To show him that she was alright. A soft breath escaped her split and bloodied lips. She needed to..... Her eyes closed once more.
"Kallen, stop," he spoke, words harsh. She ignored him, strapping her daggers to her body, slipped her swords into the sheaths at her sides and back. She would need everything she could to kill him. To take the throne. Her throne. He stalked closer. "I said stop! I wont let you go in there alone." She ignored his gaze, pulling her hair back into a ponytail and slipping in her sharpened hair pins. A gift... He grabbed her arm, whirling to him. "Listen to me!"
"Why? I told you I'm going alone and that is it," she spoke back, voice eerily calm. Shaking out of his grip, Kallen stalked to the other side of their room aboard his ship, strapping on the armor plating she would need. It would do little against her grandfather's power, but it would help against the guards weapons. Her wings were the only things she left unarmored, any weight on them bringing her down easily. Besides, she needed to fly, to be quick. He followed her and she could feel the rage boiling off of him, feeding her strength. She could feel his fear, his worry. That fear made her hands fumble for a minute. He could handle everything else, but not his fear. Never his fear. It undid her. That was why she had to go alone. So that he would be safe. So that she...so that she would have something to come back to.
"You can't expect to take them all by yourself. This is a suicide," he told her, words calm. Damn him. Trying to gentle her. Trying to persuade her with that ever calm he had. But she had seen him break from it, had shattered it herself. She couldn't let him get to her. Grabbing her opal dagger, she shoved it into her boot.
"I'll be fine. And I will come back. I promise."
She shouldn't have promised him. Shouldn't have done that. She always broke her promises, one way or another. That was who she was. Vows meant nothing to her, lies sprung from her lips like kisses. He shouldn't have believed her. And yet, he did. He did so much it made her hurt. Broke her heart every time he looked at her. Everything he feel asleep next to her, peaceful and trusting. Tears that she didn't know she still had sprung up in her eyes. She hadn't cried in years. Not since she was a small child. But she had no will to keep them in, no fight left to even blink them back. Slowly, the escaped, sliding silvery down her dirtied and bloodied cheeks. Cuts stung as the tears moved over them, but the sting was gone quickly, disappearing with the pain she had left behind.
Her screams echoed through the air. They were wrenching, pulled from the deepest part of her soul. She couldn't even begin to describe the pain, this torture that ripped through her. Her throat burned, rubbed raw. And yet she still screamed. It was an awful sound, one that had everyone cowering. One of primal sorrow and rage and regret. One so full of pain that some that looked on wept openly with their black Netherling tears. The pain was relentless and she thrashed uncontrollably, held aloft by the twins Slate and Shale. And yet her cousins did nothing to stop her grandfather, did not plead for her safety. Instead, they held her tighter. Her grandfather lifted his hand from her face and the pain left her. Her body slumped forward, shuddering. She was a mess. Her once long and beautiful hair had been cut short with a dagger, her wings had been ripped to shreds, now no more than a shredded mess handing limply as her shoulders. Her body had been beaten, her bones broken, heeled, and broken again. She had no strength t stand, no will left to fight. She had come here an assassin princess, and had ended up on the brink of death.
"Do you submit?" asked her grandfather? His voice, so similar to her's, held no emotion, a bored inquiry, as if he asked about the weather. Kallen had no strength left, could only force two words through her bloodied lips.
"Fuck......you..." she whispered, choking back a cry of pain. Her grandfather sighed.
"Very well." And with that, he placed his hand atop her head and her screams rose a new.
The tears continued to flow. There was no stopping them now. Sadness consumed her as silver tears mixed with her red blood. Sorrow for the life, ended too soon. For the promise to Zasham she had broken. For the future they had envisioned torn apart by her. For this world, a pit of darkness the consumed all who stepped foot into it. Gods, she had been so close. So close to safety. So close to freedom. So close to true happiness. But, like always, she had run. Chosen to come back to her world and fight. But fight for what? A race of people that knew nothing but the pleasures of darkness in it's worst forms? For the people who had mocked her, stared at her, treated her like dirt. For the family who saw her as a stain? For the cousin that saw her as something to posses? To covet and display like his obedient pet? For the Gods that had forsaken her upon her birth? For a dead father she had never known? For a mother that had never existed to her? Everything she had given up had been for nothing. It was all for nothing.
She didn't know how many met the ends of her blades. She didn't know if she was covered more in her blood, or theirs anymore. Either way, it didn't matter. They didn't matter. Her mind was broken, her body moving on it's own. Cut, dodge, slice. Cut dodge, slice. Over and over again. A macabre dance that only she knew. Cut, cut, slice. Cut, cut, slice. They all feel to her blades. Men, woman. Family and foe. No one was spared. No was was given reprieve. Her eyes were dead. Her body was a puppet. Her mind was gone and her soul... That had left her long ago. Had escaped, too scared to witness this. Witness her. Everyone feel to her blades. Her grandfather the first to fall. Slate and Shale next. Asher...Asher she had enjoyed killing, saving his last moments. Cut, cut, slice. Cut, cut, slice. No one was safe. Not even her.
Her eyes closed again, the silver gathering on her lashes before moving down her face. She no longer felt them. no longer felt the warmth of the blood. She was just so cold. So very...very cold. As the world tilted before her, and everything grew numb, two words escaped her lips on her last breath.
"I'm sorry..."
"So thing is called a Multiverse Crystal?" she asked, holding the shard between thumb and forefinger. It was not longer than her pinky and so thin she feared it would break in two. The sharp ends poked the pads of her fingers as she examined it shard. She could feel the power radiating from it but...could it really take her back? Was she so sure she even wanted to go back? She felt his arms, sure and strong, wrap around her, bringing her bare back flush against his chest. His breath ticked her ear as he spoke.
"Yes. It can take you anywhere. To parallel worlds, to other dimensions, to-"
"To Rothkalina..." Kallen finished. She felt Zasham nod before nuzzling his face into her hair. She picked up the small black box, placing the shard on the cushion next to it's counterpart. Both of them glimmered in the soft light through his window. Back to Rothkalina. Her stomach twisted. By the Gods, could she do it? She knew what her dreams, her nightmares meant. She had to go back. To go back and face him. Find out the truth. But could she really do it.
Her eyes opened once more, the effort so very exhausting. The ends of her hair now cut short to the base of her neck, tickled her as a soft wind blew in. Smoke and fire was close. She needed to move, to leave and get to a healer. She knew how broken she was. But, her blood pooling around her provided such warmth. Such wonderful, beautiful warmth. Warmth that before, only he had been able to give her. Him, her crimson eyed demon. Her lover. She needed to get back to him. To show him that she was alright. A soft breath escaped her split and bloodied lips. She needed to..... Her eyes closed once more.
"Kallen, stop," he spoke, words harsh. She ignored him, strapping her daggers to her body, slipped her swords into the sheaths at her sides and back. She would need everything she could to kill him. To take the throne. Her throne. He stalked closer. "I said stop! I wont let you go in there alone." She ignored his gaze, pulling her hair back into a ponytail and slipping in her sharpened hair pins. A gift... He grabbed her arm, whirling to him. "Listen to me!"
"Why? I told you I'm going alone and that is it," she spoke back, voice eerily calm. Shaking out of his grip, Kallen stalked to the other side of their room aboard his ship, strapping on the armor plating she would need. It would do little against her grandfather's power, but it would help against the guards weapons. Her wings were the only things she left unarmored, any weight on them bringing her down easily. Besides, she needed to fly, to be quick. He followed her and she could feel the rage boiling off of him, feeding her strength. She could feel his fear, his worry. That fear made her hands fumble for a minute. He could handle everything else, but not his fear. Never his fear. It undid her. That was why she had to go alone. So that he would be safe. So that she...so that she would have something to come back to.
"You can't expect to take them all by yourself. This is a suicide," he told her, words calm. Damn him. Trying to gentle her. Trying to persuade her with that ever calm he had. But she had seen him break from it, had shattered it herself. She couldn't let him get to her. Grabbing her opal dagger, she shoved it into her boot.
"I'll be fine. And I will come back. I promise."
She shouldn't have promised him. Shouldn't have done that. She always broke her promises, one way or another. That was who she was. Vows meant nothing to her, lies sprung from her lips like kisses. He shouldn't have believed her. And yet, he did. He did so much it made her hurt. Broke her heart every time he looked at her. Everything he feel asleep next to her, peaceful and trusting. Tears that she didn't know she still had sprung up in her eyes. She hadn't cried in years. Not since she was a small child. But she had no will to keep them in, no fight left to even blink them back. Slowly, the escaped, sliding silvery down her dirtied and bloodied cheeks. Cuts stung as the tears moved over them, but the sting was gone quickly, disappearing with the pain she had left behind.
Her screams echoed through the air. They were wrenching, pulled from the deepest part of her soul. She couldn't even begin to describe the pain, this torture that ripped through her. Her throat burned, rubbed raw. And yet she still screamed. It was an awful sound, one that had everyone cowering. One of primal sorrow and rage and regret. One so full of pain that some that looked on wept openly with their black Netherling tears. The pain was relentless and she thrashed uncontrollably, held aloft by the twins Slate and Shale. And yet her cousins did nothing to stop her grandfather, did not plead for her safety. Instead, they held her tighter. Her grandfather lifted his hand from her face and the pain left her. Her body slumped forward, shuddering. She was a mess. Her once long and beautiful hair had been cut short with a dagger, her wings had been ripped to shreds, now no more than a shredded mess handing limply as her shoulders. Her body had been beaten, her bones broken, heeled, and broken again. She had no strength t stand, no will left to fight. She had come here an assassin princess, and had ended up on the brink of death.
"Do you submit?" asked her grandfather? His voice, so similar to her's, held no emotion, a bored inquiry, as if he asked about the weather. Kallen had no strength left, could only force two words through her bloodied lips.
"Fuck......you..." she whispered, choking back a cry of pain. Her grandfather sighed.
"Very well." And with that, he placed his hand atop her head and her screams rose a new.
The tears continued to flow. There was no stopping them now. Sadness consumed her as silver tears mixed with her red blood. Sorrow for the life, ended too soon. For the promise to Zasham she had broken. For the future they had envisioned torn apart by her. For this world, a pit of darkness the consumed all who stepped foot into it. Gods, she had been so close. So close to safety. So close to freedom. So close to true happiness. But, like always, she had run. Chosen to come back to her world and fight. But fight for what? A race of people that knew nothing but the pleasures of darkness in it's worst forms? For the people who had mocked her, stared at her, treated her like dirt. For the family who saw her as a stain? For the cousin that saw her as something to posses? To covet and display like his obedient pet? For the Gods that had forsaken her upon her birth? For a dead father she had never known? For a mother that had never existed to her? Everything she had given up had been for nothing. It was all for nothing.
She didn't know how many met the ends of her blades. She didn't know if she was covered more in her blood, or theirs anymore. Either way, it didn't matter. They didn't matter. Her mind was broken, her body moving on it's own. Cut, dodge, slice. Cut dodge, slice. Over and over again. A macabre dance that only she knew. Cut, cut, slice. Cut, cut, slice. They all feel to her blades. Men, woman. Family and foe. No one was spared. No was was given reprieve. Her eyes were dead. Her body was a puppet. Her mind was gone and her soul... That had left her long ago. Had escaped, too scared to witness this. Witness her. Everyone feel to her blades. Her grandfather the first to fall. Slate and Shale next. Asher...Asher she had enjoyed killing, saving his last moments. Cut, cut, slice. Cut, cut, slice. No one was safe. Not even her.
Her eyes closed again, the silver gathering on her lashes before moving down her face. She no longer felt them. no longer felt the warmth of the blood. She was just so cold. So very...very cold. As the world tilted before her, and everything grew numb, two words escaped her lips on her last breath.
"I'm sorry..."
Follow Sweet Children, I'll Show Thee The Way
Through All The Pain And, The Sorrows
Weep Not Poor Children, For Life Is This Way
Murdering Beauty And Passion
Hush Now Dear Children, It Must Be This Way
To Weary Of Life And Deceptions
Rest Now My Children, For Soon We'll Away
Into The Calm And The Quiet...
Through All The Pain And, The Sorrows
Weep Not Poor Children, For Life Is This Way
Murdering Beauty And Passion
Hush Now Dear Children, It Must Be This Way
To Weary Of Life And Deceptions
Rest Now My Children, For Soon We'll Away
Into The Calm And The Quiet...