#mithosofcruxis

[lightning-of-kharlan]

Yuan realized belatedly that he’d left the Niflheim tome on the table in the interrogation room, and he gave half a second’s thought to going back for it. He decided against it--time was of the essence, Alvin’s comfort was not. Glancing surreptitiously around to be sure no one was in earshot, he brought his fingers to his cheek and hissed,

“Evacuate. Alert. Secure. Hostage taken.”

Botta would have to extrapolate from that.

The scene in Yggdrasill’s throne room was not good. A handful of angels. A pair of Renegade foot soldiers and their bleeding captain. Pronyma, Spirits, of course it was her--highest-ranking Grand Cardinal, fancied herself a Seraph when she thought they weren’t paying attention. She was always eager to hunt Renegades for Yggdrasill. Yuan hoped, when the truth inevitably came to light someday, that he would have the pleasure of separating her head from her shoulders. She had killed a lot of good men.

But his main concern wasn’t Pronyma--it was the light-haired, dark-eyed woman seated delicately--precariously--in a chair, with Yggdrasill studying her like she was an interesting flower he’d never seen before.

Attending angels? Three times a day? Emotional support? Bullshit. Mithos wasn’t equipped to handle a situation like this without Martel’s assistance, and Yggdrasill knew nothing of care. Those three bleeding Renegades did. If he could spin it right, he could perhaps spare them Yggdrasill’s wrath, and keep Leticia’s delicate mental health in good stead a bit longer.

“You sent for me?” he half-asked. “What in the hell is going on?”

[ninthcompanion]

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“Have you hit your head?”

Forgive me, Kratos thought, looking into the unfocussed eyes of his former pupil and current leader as he swayed before him.

Such behaviour of this would not normally be considered acceptable. But there was nothing about about this current situation that was normal. So, ignoring the recent hesitance he had developed when interacting with Yggdrasill, Kratos held Mithos’ face with one hand and felt around the back of his head with the other for any sign of injury.

As he did so, he noted the alcohol on Mithos’ breath.

“What have you been doing?” The question was more to himself than the near-incapacitated person in front of him and quiet.

It was perhaps for the best that he not hear that last nonsensical question.

[andyouthoughtdirtwasold]

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Yuan stood, hearing the sick squelch of a sword wrenched from flesh. The fallen man’s mana dispersed around him a sure indication that Mithos had killed him outright.

This was the worst part of battle - besides the killing of course - the haze of death that obscured his ‘vision’. An annoyance, a hindrance, but not enough to stop him from doing his duty, their duty.

Drawing on mana that tingled in his finger tips, Yuan released a bolt of lightning. He was lucky, Mithos’ murder of their friend had caused them to come together close enough that his charge jumped from one to the other.

Lightning charred flesh. It also stopped hearts.

“My butt doesn’t need protection,” Yuan replied. 

He didn’t give in to the urge to remind Mithos that their Martel didn’t want anything. Their Martel was still dead, no matter that the summon spirit wearing her face echoed her sentiments.

“... But thanks, I guess, for the assist,” he added with a frown. “Honestly, you’d think they’d have given up by now...”

[meisterkirisaki]

“Hey dad!” The boy’s smile was particularly warm today.

@mithosofcruxis

Sylvan smiled back at his adopted son just as warmlyl. “Mithos...you seem cheerful today. Did something exciting happen?”

[a-sagesyndrome]

@mithosofcruxis starter

“Did you truly not care for our friendship?” the child asked staring up at the taller male. 

[sirenssonnet]

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The child looked at the blond man and waved at him. She really didn’t know who he was, but being nice made friends, or so Estelle said.

“Ahoy there, nano ja!”

[intelligenceunseen]

Simply Business

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“Dense, no. I would be a fool to deny your intellect.” The man smirked and pulled the glass back to himself, lifting it to his own lips to drink. As quickly as the poison would have enacted, his crystal counteracted the deadly concoction, metabolizing it into non-existence. It was then Yggdrasill smiled.

“I have a proposition for you is all. That was merely a test.”

As  suspicious as the man was, Jay had to admit that it was definitely a clever move. He took the glass, swirled the contents around as the faint scent of the poison wafted up from the disturbed wine. Jay smirked and held the glass out to his side.

“I would certainly love to hear it, then.” He tipped the contents of the glass to the floor, and then set it upside down on the table in front of him, along with his knives. An extreme show of compliance from the boy. “Please, continue.”

[piuslux]

Rebirth

@mithosofcruxis

Colette sat on the lush grass, her dress resting over her knees. She gazed at the tree before her in a small amount of awe. Already it had grown fairly large. It didn’t seem that long ago that she and Lloyd stood before this very place to watch the sapping sprout. 

Before her sat an entity that both awed and confused Colette. Calm and reverence filled her as she sat with the female spirit - the embodiment of the goddess she believed in for so long. Now, she was sitting face to face with her. It was an odd feeling every time she met her - after all, she had expected to meet Martel in heaven upon giving up her human life. It was a joyous feeling, as well. The fact that she could meet this incredible spirit, even if she was a little different than Colette’s original conception of her.

Now, however, was not the time for reverence. The goddess sat in front of her along with her past life’s younger brother - Mithos. The boy appeared asleep, as he had for quite a while. His head propped on Martel’s lap. He looked comfortable. This is what he had longed for for thousands of years.

Allowing Mithos to awaken was a point of contention within the group. A small group thought Mithos had a chance and could be brought back from the dark path he had chosen to wander. Most, however, thought Mithos was left better off this way. Colette had volunteered to be his guide after all of the discussion. She thought of this as her next duty - to purify the beliefs that not only the world held, but she herself held all of her childhood.

“When will he awaken?” Colette asked the spirit before her. Slowly, Martel ran her fingers through Mithos’ hair. “Will he remember..? What if he doesn’t want to go with me?”