[CRP] Inner Demons
Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2018 2:04 pm
Date: January 26, 1658
Nothing.
That's all there was. An empty darkness surrounded her essence. There was no promised, fabled peace or feeling of rest. There was just... Nothing. Was that all death was, or was it because of what she was? What if a monster doesn't get some sort of afterlife? But, then, who decides what is a monster?
With sudden force, air rushed into her lungs with a loud, gasping inhale. Danger. Bright eyes flew open to blinding light, while every nerve in her body tingled with an intensity she'd never felt before. There was danger. She wiggled her fingers to make sure they were there, that they were hers, as the body felt like it belonged to someone else. With a certain disconnect, her mind sat in a fog, yet it was clear as ever as images began to filter back from moments ago. There was the black haired beauty with matching, fully black eyes, laughing and taunting... A sharp pain that started in her chest, chased by a cold unlike any she had felt before. Then, the void of nothing. The laughs echoed in her buzzing ears, unable to hear much else from the present. She knew what had happened, and yet, her dazed mind could not comprehend.
The above all happened within seconds, though to her, time stood still. Her gaze was finally able to focus, settling on a familiar face above her. Danger. Time finally spurred forward again when the woman blinked, opening her mouth to speak. Aishe did not give her the opportunity to say a syllable; her hand shot upwards with speed and force, her fingers wrapping around the fragile neck belonging to said danger. While the grip tightened, the vampire sat up, pushing the other woman onto her back much like how she had been moments before. Her fangs were fully extended and she had every intention to rip out her wife's throat until a chortle from behind shed some light into the fog.
This was not her wife. This was her sister-in-law. Immediately, she released Sokanon and jumped to her feet, spinning around. There stood an all-too-gleeful Akos, eyes fully immersed in the darkness that was spiraling within her soul. Growling lowly, she sprung forward without any hesitation. Being faster and stronger, the necromancer had little time to react as petite hands found the back of her head and her jaw. She gave no chance for Akos to raise her hands to defend herself before there was a very loud, solid crack and the dark haired beauty collapsed to the ground.
Heaving slightly from the adrenaline, Aishe turned back to face Sokanon, who hadn't yet had time to stand back up. The bloodthirsty, angry monster faded from Aishe's expression, fangs retracting back to a human's canine. She searched over the bewildered twin, looking for any signs of injury and coming up empty. Inhaling sharply, she searched for her voice while she licked her lips, mouth dry.
You're fine. I'm fine. She'll be fine.
Despite all that had just transpired, Aishe seemed oddly calm. Perhaps it was the 'coming back to life' aftereffects, or perhaps it was because she had had a plan in place for this moment for many months now. She knew that, some day, Zachrin's gift would wear off. The time in the Nether, those thirteen years, seemed to have used up a good portion of the Mage's magic. It could only contain the darkness for so long. A long term solution would be needed and so she had searched. It took a while and it was a stressful period, but with some help, that solution was found. There was a price, but all things came with a price.
Clearing her throat, she turned back to Akos and reached down to pick her up. She froze for a moment, finally taking in the appearance of her hands and fingers. Her skin was an odd grey, lacking in colour much like a corpse, with each vein showing through the transparent skin. Her brows knitted together, twisting her hands to look at them as the colour continued to slowly reclaim each inch of her skin.
Is this how I look when I'm dead?
The words were mostly to herself, dumbfounded and hurt. There was something about that appearance that made her uneasy. Of course, who likes to think of what they look like when they are dead? No one, but she had always just assumed she'd be just like any other human, particularly since she was born human. She sincerely hoped her children would never have to see her looking like that while the last bit faded back to normal. Huffing slightly, she picked up her wife and tossed her over her shoulder. Her body still tingled with electricity, but she had to hurry. There was no telling how quickly Akos would bring herself back from the Nether or what state she would be in when she returned from death.
Go home. I've got to go fix this. I'll find you later.
She did not give Sokanon the chance to object before she sprinted away. With the clock ticking, the vampire took no detours as she ran for the royal castle. She arrived unhindered and proceeded through the stone halls, still moving as fast as she could manage. The blonde blur first stopped in at the the King's office, but found it empty. With an irritated growl, she kept going. He was not in the Royal Court, nor the private nobility halls, and he was not eating his afternoon meal. She finally came to his living quarters and did not bother to offer any sort of notice before barging in, hearing a heartbeat from within the room. An audible sigh of relief left her lips as she confirmed it was the King, not a servant, before she continued forward to the bed. Perhaps a bit roughly, she dropped her wife down onto the mattress, trying to catch her breath. Some of the calm she had had with Soka was slipping to her own bewilderment as she turned.
Akos killed me, so I killed her. The explanation was said as normally as if it was the weather as she ran her fingers through her long, tangled locks. Zachrin's magic is gone. The darkness has returned. I don't know how long we have until Akos comes back, but I will bet it won't be the Akos we know and love.
Her lips pursed. Yep, there was the panic, slowly rising up to swallow her whole. The nerves she had once had about the situation began to return. After all, there was no guarantee the plan would actually work. Her hands began to shake slightly, be it from her resurrection or the unknown outcome. At the end of the day, she could very much be a widow.
Looks like it's now or never, Z.
OOC: Permission to godmod Ako and Zuan.
Nothing.
That's all there was. An empty darkness surrounded her essence. There was no promised, fabled peace or feeling of rest. There was just... Nothing. Was that all death was, or was it because of what she was? What if a monster doesn't get some sort of afterlife? But, then, who decides what is a monster?
With sudden force, air rushed into her lungs with a loud, gasping inhale. Danger. Bright eyes flew open to blinding light, while every nerve in her body tingled with an intensity she'd never felt before. There was danger. She wiggled her fingers to make sure they were there, that they were hers, as the body felt like it belonged to someone else. With a certain disconnect, her mind sat in a fog, yet it was clear as ever as images began to filter back from moments ago. There was the black haired beauty with matching, fully black eyes, laughing and taunting... A sharp pain that started in her chest, chased by a cold unlike any she had felt before. Then, the void of nothing. The laughs echoed in her buzzing ears, unable to hear much else from the present. She knew what had happened, and yet, her dazed mind could not comprehend.
The above all happened within seconds, though to her, time stood still. Her gaze was finally able to focus, settling on a familiar face above her. Danger. Time finally spurred forward again when the woman blinked, opening her mouth to speak. Aishe did not give her the opportunity to say a syllable; her hand shot upwards with speed and force, her fingers wrapping around the fragile neck belonging to said danger. While the grip tightened, the vampire sat up, pushing the other woman onto her back much like how she had been moments before. Her fangs were fully extended and she had every intention to rip out her wife's throat until a chortle from behind shed some light into the fog.
This was not her wife. This was her sister-in-law. Immediately, she released Sokanon and jumped to her feet, spinning around. There stood an all-too-gleeful Akos, eyes fully immersed in the darkness that was spiraling within her soul. Growling lowly, she sprung forward without any hesitation. Being faster and stronger, the necromancer had little time to react as petite hands found the back of her head and her jaw. She gave no chance for Akos to raise her hands to defend herself before there was a very loud, solid crack and the dark haired beauty collapsed to the ground.
Heaving slightly from the adrenaline, Aishe turned back to face Sokanon, who hadn't yet had time to stand back up. The bloodthirsty, angry monster faded from Aishe's expression, fangs retracting back to a human's canine. She searched over the bewildered twin, looking for any signs of injury and coming up empty. Inhaling sharply, she searched for her voice while she licked her lips, mouth dry.
You're fine. I'm fine. She'll be fine.
Despite all that had just transpired, Aishe seemed oddly calm. Perhaps it was the 'coming back to life' aftereffects, or perhaps it was because she had had a plan in place for this moment for many months now. She knew that, some day, Zachrin's gift would wear off. The time in the Nether, those thirteen years, seemed to have used up a good portion of the Mage's magic. It could only contain the darkness for so long. A long term solution would be needed and so she had searched. It took a while and it was a stressful period, but with some help, that solution was found. There was a price, but all things came with a price.
Clearing her throat, she turned back to Akos and reached down to pick her up. She froze for a moment, finally taking in the appearance of her hands and fingers. Her skin was an odd grey, lacking in colour much like a corpse, with each vein showing through the transparent skin. Her brows knitted together, twisting her hands to look at them as the colour continued to slowly reclaim each inch of her skin.
Is this how I look when I'm dead?
The words were mostly to herself, dumbfounded and hurt. There was something about that appearance that made her uneasy. Of course, who likes to think of what they look like when they are dead? No one, but she had always just assumed she'd be just like any other human, particularly since she was born human. She sincerely hoped her children would never have to see her looking like that while the last bit faded back to normal. Huffing slightly, she picked up her wife and tossed her over her shoulder. Her body still tingled with electricity, but she had to hurry. There was no telling how quickly Akos would bring herself back from the Nether or what state she would be in when she returned from death.
Go home. I've got to go fix this. I'll find you later.
She did not give Sokanon the chance to object before she sprinted away. With the clock ticking, the vampire took no detours as she ran for the royal castle. She arrived unhindered and proceeded through the stone halls, still moving as fast as she could manage. The blonde blur first stopped in at the the King's office, but found it empty. With an irritated growl, she kept going. He was not in the Royal Court, nor the private nobility halls, and he was not eating his afternoon meal. She finally came to his living quarters and did not bother to offer any sort of notice before barging in, hearing a heartbeat from within the room. An audible sigh of relief left her lips as she confirmed it was the King, not a servant, before she continued forward to the bed. Perhaps a bit roughly, she dropped her wife down onto the mattress, trying to catch her breath. Some of the calm she had had with Soka was slipping to her own bewilderment as she turned.
Akos killed me, so I killed her. The explanation was said as normally as if it was the weather as she ran her fingers through her long, tangled locks. Zachrin's magic is gone. The darkness has returned. I don't know how long we have until Akos comes back, but I will bet it won't be the Akos we know and love.
Her lips pursed. Yep, there was the panic, slowly rising up to swallow her whole. The nerves she had once had about the situation began to return. After all, there was no guarantee the plan would actually work. Her hands began to shake slightly, be it from her resurrection or the unknown outcome. At the end of the day, she could very much be a widow.
Looks like it's now or never, Z.
OOC: Permission to godmod Ako and Zuan.