Writing this chapter of Redeemable, I’ve come to the sudden realisation that I haven’t written an entirely Lena centric chapter this entire fic. Writing these Lena flashbacks is making me all emotional.
Oh well, we’re only 28 chapters in I guess. Never too late to dump some solid angst on you guys. I’ve been sooo kind so far :D
so I have seen some writers here and elsewhere using ‘ad seg’ and ‘the shu’ sort of interchangeably, as if ad seg is the max version of the shu.
but on the show they are two different places, and we see them both in season six:
-ad seg, with windows and book cart privileges, for inmates who need monitoring before speaking to the feds, or for their own protection: like when there’s a hit on carol.
-the shu, for punishment of inmates who have violent outbursts. this appears to be the exact same shu inmates up the hill got put in: no windows, no nothing, just that slot. red and gloria end up here, just as sophia and janae had.
it struck me to see people writing about ad seg as a place of punishment. in real prisons, the terms are sometimes used interchangeably, although there should be a difference between disciplinary seg (punitive) and administrative seg (protective), and inmates in protective seg should be treated like inmates in gen pop regarding privileges etc; but on the show they use two different sets for these areas, so they’re even more distinct than in real life.
The act of becoming an Illidari, the final rite is one of consumption. Brutal training, sleep deprivation, hunger, sparing, pain, suffering… all lead up to the moment. Where the inner darkness of your soul is pulled forth and used to summon the foul creatures we hunt.
The strength of your soul dictates the enemy you face. Your soul then must dominate the monster, then devour them. Binding the essence to your own many Illidari lose themselves to madness.
Taking in the sheer amount of chaos and fel in one gulp is like trying to cradle an inferno. There will never be pain like that again. Your very soul is engulfed in their malice, and it seeks an outlet.
The adage that the eyes are the gateway to the soul is not wrong, this energy erupts in a torrent of fury, and in doing so, we go blind to the greater world around us. Fel seared eyes are the reminder of the pact with our inner darkness…
Through alliance, subjugation, or mutually assured destruction we hunters endure this ongoing struggle. If our resolve weakness, if our hunger grows, or in moments of extreme passion these demons may find their way through, claiming us, taking over, and in our own hatred we become the force of the Legion we seek to burn.
When my time came, and Arax-Barash was pulled from my anger there was only one option. To eat him first. The Wrathguard stood no chance and with his soul subsumed the true conflict began.
I would not allow this wretch to exist in my body, his power was mine, his strength, ferocity, rage… they belonged to me. My hatred for this creature, for this torture, for my past it overwhelmed him.
I tore the demon’s soul piece from piece. Breaking down, integrating, I became the demon I consumed. There would be no other presence in my soul, there would be no other force to keep at bay.
And in an endless ocean of my disdain I sundered the grasp of his very soul.
…. From this chaos comes my rebirth. In my glorious resurrection to Felsunder one sole truth echoed before everything else.
If you've never been an "ex Christian" then you don't know how weird and alienating that experience is, especially when trying to be covert. And if you've never tried to come back, faced with fundamentalism, evangelicalism, conservatism, and liberalism as choices, then you don't know how weird and alienating that experience is, especially after you've filled your circles and spaces with anti-Christianity. My point here is only this: if you can't help with making religious experiences and journeys less alienating, then you shouldn't speak on other people and how they navigate divinity. This going double for those who alienate atheists. If we aren't all eating at the table together, there is no progress, there is no acceptance, and there is no future.