Closure in the darkness Pt 2.
One sense overwhelmed all others, the sense of rancid air blowing past at a speed that could only be deemed a freefall. Tiberius fell, seemingly endlessly down into blackness, with little to guide him. His eyes were sealed closed, brow furrowed in sorrow. Silently, a prayer was uttered to the Naaru. One plea lost to the winds of an unholy depth asking for a boon amidst his trial.
Light cut through the darkness as the large draenei became immersed in a large orb of light, the vindicators form twisted, bringing his feet to point down. Moments later, the sound of an immense impact vibrated through fleshy rot, the sound of gurgling groans echoed throughout the darkness. Light coiling around Tiberius before spreading out before his hooves and consecrating the ground before him. The vindicator rose from his knelt position, hands rising up to brandish a bright golden blade, bright blue eyes opened and focused into a hardened stare at the darkness surrounding him.
He was a solitary beacon amid this void, this silence. The echoes of his impact had died down, leaving the draenei seemingly alone. The Vindicator howled into the vast emptiness ā Show yourself! ā As if beckoned by Tiberiusā command. That alabaster Draenei form stepped from the shadows, her smile wide and her arms crossed. ā Youāve come...donāt be angry....Youāre here for what youāve been looking for this whole time.ā Her smile grew smaller, until the flesh melted together into nothingness, features melting into nothingness aside from eyes that shifted from silver to yellow. A cackle screamed through Tiberiusā mind.
āEmbrace your death!ā
āFuck you!ā Tiberiusā words spat in righteous fury, light bursting from his form to illuminate the world before him. The light grew brighter, and more intense before the vindicator held out his palm, uttering a single word to exorcise the tainted form. ā Be...GONE!ā
Amid the expulsion and light, the feminine form began to dissolve and fade, leaving only violently loud laughter screeching into his mind. In a flash, the woman was no more, dispersed into the nothingness. Tiberius panted, frothing in rage as the echoes of laughter still sang through his thoughts. āHow dare you! Her form will be the last thing you ever steal!ā Light expelled fought at the darkness, burning the foul terrain. ā There wonāt be anything left of you to torment anyone ever againā The vindicator called out the bold claim. Amid his righteous fury, heād barely the time to notice a shadow slip by. Azure eyes lined in gold light frantically searched for the source of the movement, only to find himself caught unawares.
The massive, jagged spikes rimmed a tentacle easily the size of a tree slammed into Tiberius, itās length coiled over his arms and chest, dragging him into the darkness. Darkness hid only the actions, but not the screams of the vindicator. Cries of pain punctuated by the snap of metal....and bone...
Tiberiusās form , hidden amid the dark, a deep growl, punctuated by two massive gold eyes staring down at the captive Draenei. Light built up, flowing over his form until it erupted in a blinding flash of light. The yellow eyes snapped shut, and Tiberius was granted freedom with the will of the light aiding him. His arms painfully clutched at his swords handle, adrenaline fueling him to draw the blade and in one strong swipe, a gold line painted the emptiness, severing the offending tendril and bringing it flopping lifelessly down to the ground, black blood gushing wildly , spewing over the vindicators form.
Tiberius gasped for air, blue blood leaking past his teeth as he staggered to the one beam of light and fell to his knees. His sword fell to one side as he clutched at the clasps of his armor, hastily peeling the straps away to tear the shoulder pads and chest plate from his form, the metal had bent inwards, puncturing his chest and likely a lung. from the searing pain he felt, his plated glove pressed against his chest, light returning to his fingertips once more.
One massive surge of light poured through Tiberius, pure and bright, sealing his wounds, mending flesh rapidly which brought a heaving gasp of exhaustion creeping into his muscles. The pain and fatigue took passenger seating to the adrenaline coursing through his form. He rose, soaked in his blood and the taint of a faceless creature in the darkness of the unknown. His hands scooped up the blade, hooves rapidly slamming against the tainted ground to bring the vindicator racing into the darkness....that was until a beam of dark energy shot from the darkness, forcing unrelenting psychic agony to scream through his thoughts and force him to fall short of truly rushing headlong into the vast nothing.
First one knee, then two..until Tiberius was halted to a literal crawl, the pain screeching through his mind causing him to gnash and growl in fury, inch by inch he continued to crawled forward, devoid of any understanding of Surrender until.....
Tiberius collapsed, unmoving, face pressed into the fleshy surface that stood for the ground.
