OKAY as much as i would love to respond to this with a joke im actually gonna explain because you do actually seem confused
THIS is Intaxi Neishi. she has been an antagonist pretty much since day 1 of my blog, and i’ve been trying to paint her as one as fully as i can because she is not someone who deserves even the slightest bit of redemption. i would honestly go into detail about what shes done, but no one deserves to see that list. its long, and all of it is atrocious.
in terms of the story, she was the one who held sevenn enslaved for the first 11 sweeps of his life. she is the source of nearly all of his trauma up to this day. she also killed sonati’s original caretaker, kidnapped her and three others, and manipulated them all into who she wanted them to be
Sev managed to escape, but intaxi did not let up. until her true death in Act 3, she had been hounding him, going out of her way to capture and torment him even more, going so far as to even hunt him down herself at times.
i was gonna do this, long and tedious explanation of why she deserves nothing but to rot in hell, but honestly this is i think all the explanation anyone needs. she is sevenn and sonati’s abuser, a vile woman, and someone who really should not be joked about that lightly
You heard the news before you’d heard any of the results of it. One of the wardens had run up to you in a state of panic, alerting you to a riot breaking out in the lower sector. Nothing new, honestly; they’ve been getting increasingly restless as of late. You just need to crack down harder.
As such, you decided it was best if you go down and teach them all a lesson yourself. After all, they seem to think they can get away with harassing the wardens. But they know what happens when they dare to disrespect you.
That was, of course, before you heard the explosion. Your calm and collected pace breaks into a sprint, your heels clacking against the ground with every step as you raced through the hallways of your manor.
A second explosion. And an intense wave of heat.
Of course, they enlisted the wretched phoenix’s help in this. There was no other way they could have done anything significant without her.
You’ll deal with her later. For now, you need to send the message, that they are yours, and they will respect you. Or they will die, and become the ground their kin sleeps on. The food they eat. The bones they dig up in the sweeps to come.
Another explosion, this time much closer. It almost knocks you off balance, careening into a wall. Almost immediately after, there is another, and this one blows apart the wall just down the hall. The sight that meets your eyes makes your blood boil.
Dozens of groups of slaves destroying the manor proper, lobbing makeshift bombs around as if they were confetti. Defiling the walls you renovated from the ground up. Your walls. Your home.
A few take notice of you, standing at your full height in the brand new entrance way to the main hall, and immediately freeze. Some of them run the other way. Others kneel, dropping whatever they were carrying, realizing the error of what they were doing. But there is one, that stares directly at you and continues acting out in defiance.
Seven thirteen. The wretch, the continuous thorn in your side. There’s a cruel grin on her face as she rips up another of your banners.
A warden runs up behind you, battered and bloody.
“Ma’am, what are your orders? They’re swarming all across the building, we think they might have charges-”
“Burn them all.”
“Wh-What? Ma’am, that’ll cause a huge-”
“I said, burn them all. Eradicate each and every one of them. If they won’t listen to reason. then they’ll listen to your blades. Let none survive.”
“Ma’am-”
You spin on your heel, grabbing the poor troll by their collar.
“I can always get more, obedient ones. These are clearly tainted, there’s no ‘saving’ them anymore. They’re defective. And you know what we do with defects around here. Kill. Them. All.”
