:: MURDER IN HELOVIA :: CONCLUSION

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:: MURDER IN HELOVIA :: CONCLUSION

Aithniel the Inquisitor Posts: 169

Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.0

Mare :: Tribrid :: 15.0hh :: 4 Years HP: 75 | Buff: NOVICE

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#10

01-25-2015, 12:34 AM

Aithniel

The sky exploded.

The island obliterated into a thousand, tiny pieces, and she watched in horror, eyes falling in the meadow at the sight before her. All the gods had gathered, but her eyes saw only one tragedy above all others. There, the dying form of Hototo lay before he was snuffed out, earth magic of some kind doing something she didn't understand. Aithniel wanted to jump forward, to scream, to shout, to cry, but everything strangled in her throat, heart hammering in her thin, lanky chest. The girl, not yet even a year old, had experienced more death and injustice than most would in her lifetime.

And as she watched the moon goddess waltz out, her cutting words proclaiming some sort of balance, something about manipulating a mortal, Aithniel felt anger. The emotion rose in her chest like steam from a boiling pot, like a bonfire tearing through dry grass, fuming in her soul. She wanted to be set free from the bonds of her youth, tear through the frailness of her body and attack the purple bitch with the strength of a thousand suns.

But here she stood, fettered by childish hooves and weakness. Silver, hard eyes glared at Roskuld, urging her to do something, to act. Wasn't she the one who didn't want her around? Wasn't she the one calling Hototo brother? The giant son of the Earth God had been the only one to pay attention, the only one to give a damn, and now she stood alone, surrounded by faces that meant nothing except the one who wouldn't act. In that moment she vowed she would never be as ineffectual. She vowed that she would act. She vowed that she would get strong, big and brave and face injustice with the cruel hand of righteousness it deserved.

She vowed to obliterate darkness. She vowed to bring criminals to their knees, murderers to their death. If only she would just... grow up. Aithniel willed her bones to grow faster, looking up at her father with hatred, pain and agony of inaction digging into the very flesh of her heart.

The child whispered, horrifying lack of forgiveness in her gunshot eyes as she stared down the Moon Good. "I am coming for you."

I'll go down burning in your embrace

Tabini with many thanks to the amazing Blu