He is alone; despite the massive number of bodies being squeezed into close proximity, the thick, choking shadows forcing them all towards the heart of what had all the appearances of death. December is dead, gone from his side before he ever had the chance to improve himself and make everything better for her. Fenyx and Vynter had disappeared from Helovia almost as soon as they'd been weaned - or at least, he hadn't found any traces of them in weeks. Mentally beaten and forlorn, he mindlessly follows the hum that he merely feels (and it is truly all that he feels - there is nothing left.) He walks but there is no intent, no purpose. He hears but it is all a muffled mess, the voices are as garbled as they might be if his head was entirely submerged in water. He sees but nothing really registers. His heart still beats, his lungs still bring in the oxygen necessary for life but he merely exists. Even Eliana is distant, a mere shadow lingering just outside his peripheral vision.
Miykael is but an empty shell, until everything around him erupts into madness. Kaos' voice booms over them, demanding them to obey. Some fight but their efforts are met with complete and utter defeat. Kaos takes each of them out with such great ease that it becomes abundantly clear that they cannot win. The beast is too powerful and none here stand a chance. His blue eyes scan the gathered crowd as more step up to protest against Kaos' impatient demands. He seeks only two faces amongst them all. The only two faces that matter to him now. And as though guided by fate's hand, he finds them. Blue eyes linger for only a few moments on the form of Alysanne with Naerys by her side. It was as it should be; mother and daughter together, thriving without him. He doesn't deserve to be in that picture. He never did.
The dark shadows seem to squeeze in closer, darkening Helovia and tainting the only place he ever really called home. Before he realizes it, his hooves are moving and he's drifting nearer to Alysanne and Naerys - a fallen angel adrift with a new purpose: death. His massive white wings are tucked, his expression though warm is tired and worn. There is a faint hint of a smile on his face but it doesn't extend beyond the slight curve of his lips. Not even once he is before them. He greets Alysanne first, moving to touch his nose to hers, breathing her in for the last time. But when he turns to Naerys, his expression is riddled with the pain of guilt. He'd abandoned her. He knew that and he completely understood the clear fire of anger within her teal gaze. She wouldn't forgive him and he honestly couldn't blame her. Eliana, the silent shadow, swoops down upon his back in that moment and reaches to clasp the chain of one earth amulet around his neck. In one swift movement, she slides it off over his head and places it over the bay girl's head. Returning to Miykael, Eliana repeats her actions with the only remaining amulet dangling around his neck - except this time she moves to place it over Alysanne's head. With that the dark bird moves closer to Kaos but she only watches.
Miykael glances between the two of them, quiet yet determined. He moves closer to Alysanne again, stepping closer this time in an attempt to pull her into a gentle hug. "I love you." he murmurs softly, his deep voice oddly steady. After a few moments, he shifts to lightly touch his lips to Naerys' forehead, whispering an 'I love you, baby girl' as he slowly pulls away. The fallen angel backs up a few steps, but time seems to move slowly, the pace welcomed far more by him now than it ever had. "I'm sorry." he adds with a final resolve but he doesn't stick around to explain. Instead, he turns abruptly, his pace quicker and more determined than it had been in months - he doesn't charge, no, but it's quick enough that he disappears into the crowd and moves to place himself in front of the others. In a final act of defiance, he spreads his massive wings in an attempt to shield the others. He is not delusional, however. There are no images in his head that he would even remotely survive this absurdly simple act. This is the death of him and perhaps that's exactly what he wants.
He does not struggle or scream as the shadowy mess begins to pour from his body and soon Kaos' light wraps around him, enveloping him and then suddenly there is nothing. Just death.
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before? |
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