Extra tag for @carrotsthefoxbun who wanted to know when the fic would be out, have chapter 1! (Ps: carrots, if you ever want me to stop @'ing you in things related to my fic, ask and I will politely stop :3)
A Festival of the Lost collaboration with @hiseumingo through @d2artevents
Link to Ao3 if you prefer to read it there
There are queer things told in the deep space cold
By the ones who venture far
I seen horrible blights and gruesome sights
Too dark for planet or star
But none are as bad, or as horribly sad
To make even a Deathsinger moan
As when hope got squished, and ol’ Three-Eyes wished
On her Ahamkara bone
Wei Ning was a Titan, and always fightin'
Everyone loved her laugh
If bad stuff needed killing she was always willing
To fight on Earth's behalf
She volunteered when the call went out
To clear the Moon of Hive
The Great Disaster's what they called that after
Very few got out alive
Now Eriana-3, was an Exo, you see
A Praxic Warlock, too
She loved Wei Ning more than anything
So when Crota killed Wei, she knew
There'd be nothing here that'd ever come near
To what she'd lost and, well,
The only thing left was to get revenge
And march straight into hell
Ol' Three-Eyes was once Two-Eyes
And was a Hunter at that time
She and Wei were tight, and when they took Wei's Light
The Hive had crossed a line
So when Eriana-3 said come with me
First in line was Eris Morn
They made a pact, and just like that
The First Crota Fireteam was born
They needed a way for Crota's death to stay
Or he'd just get back up from his throne
Wei Ning bein' snuffed was proof enough
They couldn't use brute force alone
His brains might've been scattered but Toland the Shattered
Said he knew a way
"I think he's a jerk, but it just might work"
Was all Eriana had to say
So they gathered three more to kick down the door
And finish what Wei Ning began
They snuck on the Moon's surface with terrible purpose
Intent to enact their plan
They didn't know as they went down below
Giving one last look at the skies
That no one among them would ever again
See the stars with their own eyes
Vell Tarlowe was the first to go
Got overrun by Thralls
The horrid crunch as his bones got munched
Echoed through those hellish halls
Sai Mota laughed as she breathed her last
While Omnigul watched her die
The wormrot infested her, then it digested her
And that was the end of Sai
Eriana's doom was a snappy tune
By a Deathsinger named Ir Yut
As it turns out that musical shout
Was power absolute
A power so strong came out from her song
Eriana's Light couldn't outshine
Toland betrayed her, and when Ir Yut had flayed her
He was willingly next in line
Toland's secret goal was to rip out his own soul
And in death become redefined
He sold them all out to that Deathsinger's shout
And it blasted his fractured mind
It's incredibly tragic that his love of Hive magic
Corrupted his brain with its call
But he got what he wanted and now the Moon's Haunted
By Toland the sparkle ball
Now, he wasn't the first, but by far the worst
Was the fate of the Hunter Omar
A Hive Wizard caught him, then gleefully taught him
That death ain't the worst thing by far
She enjoyed how he squealed, every time that she peeled
Another small piece of his Light
Eris Morn cried, at the time, still two-eyed
Unable to save him that night
Six had gone in with a good plan to win
'Till hope from them all was torn
Five had found death and the only one left
Was the Hunter Eris Morn
She knew she was stuck, but she wouldn't give up
And her ghost encouraged her sweetly
Yet, each time she rested the Hive manifested
She couldn't escape them completely
They hid best they could but her ghost understood
That the Hive were attracted to Light
And that little ghost loved Eris Morn most
And acted upon that insight
So as Eris cried at her ghost's suicide
She was hid by the shadows around her
And try as they might there was no more Light
To track, so the Hive never found her
Lost in the dark, without her ghost's spark
Eris Morn was abandoned in hell
She wouldn't give in, and let the Hive win
But the way out, she couldn't tell
She fought and she hid and somehow, she lived
For a hundred years all alone
She had one option left, and it wasn't the best:
An ahamkara bone
She made her bargain in that bleak garden
Of chitin and sickness unkind
The bone took its price, and it wasn't nice:
Eris learned the way out, but was blind
Now what would she do? And as if on cue
A Hive Acolyte found her location
No ammo, one knife, but she still clung to life
And fought with sheer desperation
Without her sight, it was quite the fight
But in the end Eris struck true
And as the Hive died Eris realized,
Perhaps three eyes could replace two
With a snick and a chop, her eyeballs went plop
With her own knife she dug a new hole
With a bit of Hive voodoo and a lot of bad juju
She soon achieved her goal
Running on pure spite in that endless night
Eris Morn was purpose driven
With her wits and her grit, she crawled out of that pit
But the Hive would not be forgiven
As she saw the stars rise with her Acolyte eyes
Her need for vengeance burned bright
And so Eris Morn, became Bane of the Swarm
And to this day continues to fight
There are queer things told in the deep space cold
By the ones who venture far
I seen horrible blights and gruesome sights
Too dark for planet or star
But none are as bad, or as horribly sad
To make even a Deathsinger moan
As when hope got squished, and ol’ Three-Eyes wished
On her Ahamkara bone
