#serisxfuria

[xdunoir]

This is furia’s Kill taunt directed to Seris. 

The issue is that she says: “Anna or Hannah, but wasn’t Seris name Abby?

This is so weird.

Any lorist out there?

[anonplusultra-blog]

The unknown

A fate divided part III

The church of the Eternal Pyre, where we resurrect and live eternal.

This was a place where I could find a kind of haven, from the world, from my own mind. Whether in silent prayer or just by admiring the flame that has been burning even before the building was built, its dance a rhythmical yet hypnotizing.

If there was any hope left for Abby, this was my only option.

“Please, oh Eternal Pyre, I asked from you many, and oh so many times, but please, I beg for a blessing once again, a blessing for my beloved sister, please oh pyre save her from eternal damnation in the abyss…And, if it’s too much to ask, then let fate take its course, but, oh Pyre, Eternal Pyre, if you cannot save her, then let me be your flame, let me bright and furious, give strength and I will provide the courage, I will be a light to those cursed by the abyss I will be-”

My crying prayer was cut by a deafening roar coming from the ground and the light bright as a thousand beams of lightning had impacted at once on nearby ground.

And a sound so terrible I could not explain.

A waves of force rippling through my body, trying to split my body and soul. Was this the abyss?

My body languishing, trembling on the ground, life rip away from me in a torturous silence.

And then...heat, a warm light cover me, the cold claws of death unclenched from my soul, power beyond I ever dream of seeing, or feeling, nor possessing.

The statue of the pyre’s guardian, Furia, broke in pieces, and, from the remnants her iron armor revived and lustrous. The pyre bright and tall melting my dress away, but not burning, not hurting but, transforming. The armor flies across the hall and adjust to my legs and arms, a perfect fit.

My upper thighs were exposed, and, I felt still strong and protected, mighty, and didn’t care anymore. I guess this is what she felt when choosing those revealing outfits, a strange sort of power, over others, or, over herself.

The rubble of stones that were once Furia shook, a sword emerged, the fabled Pyre Sword, the same one Furia used to divide the Crosswind Hold from the realm of the Abyss.

“The abyss…”

Abby, was that, was I too late? No, I can’t give up, I sweared to the pyre, I can not give up now.

I reached to the floating sword, I took it in my hands, it was huge but, I could hold it with little trouble. I inspected the weapon, the old glyphes marking it as the pyre sword, the symbol of the eternal pyre in gold  and...mother’s locket, my first reaction was to check on our portraits, they were intact, bless the pyre.

And then I saw my reflection on the blade, a lock of blonde hair drafted on my brunette maine, I held back tears as hard as I could and stormed out of the church, I had to hurry and save-

“What is this place…?”

Where were the trees, the grass, the road back to the town, the great library and the abyssal hole? Where is everything? Where is everyone?

All there was here was dirt and absence.

No fire, no cracks on the land, no bloodbath, just a desolated valley under the stars.

The pyre had save me to become their Furia, to be the new angel of vengeance, but it couldn’t save my sister or the town that worshipped it.

No. This was the magistrate’s fault. They brought the abyss back to this realm, they fed it our souls and lives, all for what?, so they could have power over the rebels, the Paladins?

“They will pay, the magistrate, the beast from abyss, the outer tribunals, they will burn under my light, they will fear my holy quest for Vengeance! They will Fall-”

I was screaming, I was angry, I needed to expel the fury off my guts, but then I heard something, a voice, or, a sob…

“Abby!, where are you?”

I could only pray the pyre for those sobs to be my sister’s, and even if they were not, at least someone, a dot of light in this unbearable dark time.

I ran following my ears, my instinct and my heart through the desolated land and the pitch black night, only the star and half moon guarding over my steps. With no trees or houses or roads left, I was not sure I was going in a straight line or in circles.

But the sobs continued, I was getting closer each step. The hope of reuniting back with Abby the only drive I needed.

Disoriented, lost, and alone, I could not let her feel that way, I had to be strong for her.

A light in the dark, green as the northern lights, floating a few inches from the ground and, retreating as if pulled away by something. This was the source of the sobbing that guide me thru the darkness. I decided to follow the sobbing green light to their destination.

I felt at unease, everything around me was telling me that there was no hope left for anyone, including my sister, but, my hearts was married to the romantic idea of finding her alive and well in these badlands.

More lights comings from different directions conveying, being devoured by a spherical object, an orb of some kind, and under it… a woman young, dressed in purple and yellowish leather, a blindfold and a hood over her blond-

“Abby!”

I crawled under the rotating light spectacle. At first I didn’t recognise her clothes, they were different, her gloves had changed, she had purple rhomboid crystals decorating her hands and necklace, she also had raven feathers on her, the magistrate work I supposed. None of that was important, all I wanted right now was to feel her heart beating next to mine, her arms surrounding my waist, I wanted my sister to be there.

“Furia, just as the fates foretold, you came back to this realm. I was getting worried, you took so long to show up I had began to think I was in the wrong time line…” her voice was Abby’s but a darker tone, deeper, slightly menacing in a calmed manner, it was hard to put in words.

“No Abby, it is me, Sarah-”

“Sarah, that name, oh yes the sacrifice had a request about a mortal with that same name...are you her lover then?”

[anonplusultra-blog]

A dark voice calls

A fate divided part II

A cold feeling crept thru my back, we had arrived at the abyssal hole, the horses had stop. I had to brave to save this town and my sister, from being swallowed by this other realm.

“Come out now, we still need to prepare you for the sacrifice. The night is almost here”

I tried to be brave and kept quiet throughout the preparations. The first of them being a black cloth to cover my eyes, my jaw was shaking, I was afraid and in darkness. Purifying powder was applied on my arms, chest, legs, hair and neck; it was a rushed cleansing, they kept my clothes on, but my sandals. Only the visible skin was purified. A hooded cape was the finishing touch, I was ready to meet my end.

Walking blinded to my death was a torture in itself. The man was silent, I could only hear his boots on the bricked road of the magistrate’s halls. But I kept walking on my own, doubtful, but determined to save the lives of those who live in this land, determined to save Sarah’s life. She has to live for me. If the magistrate had chosen her instead of me, I would have jumped into the void, if that meant she could live another day.

We stopped, a chill breeze welcomed us to the outdoors, an energy of sadness and desolation welcomed us to the edge of the abyss.

“Ishtunur ent alenaer! Ishtunur bor alenaer!”

An elder mage shouted a conjuring, a call to the abyss.

There were many around me, I could hear their gossip and prayers mixed in an mash of sound hard to understand.

The judge pushes me forward, I take three steps, a fear like I’ve never felt before rushed thru my veins. A barrage of air came from under, from the abyss, an inch from my nose, a sound as if fire and iron were fighting for dominance, an spectral glow that pemated thru my blindfold.

“Treeerttertasreth auhrumanderherer salaah”

A voice? A sound as if fire could talk. It sounded as the size of  A voice talking to me…

“Your name, it wants to know your name, young maiden”

The elder mage seemed to understand that awful sounding… thing.

“Abby from Seris”, my throat was dried and my words unheard by everyone, but that thing

“Do not fear me child, I am not your end, death is but an illusion,” its voice was mine, it was an echo, did that thing stole my voice?, “You will be a great vessel, young and beautiful. A body in its prime. I will give you power and pleasure like none of your lo…”, and she stopped, if that was a she. A chuckle before proceeding, “well, a new kind pleasure for you.”

“An anuth alenaer, be nustuz ilinotare”, the elder mage said, but this time I understood him, ‘We offered you sacrifice abyss, a reward is due’.

“But of course, how could I forget about your reward,” she purred with satisfaction, “Man in red, present you hand to me, you have will be blessed for bringing this pure maiden to us.”

His boots approaching, and then I could feel his presence next me.

“You too dear Abby, raise your hand to heart level, it is time”

A tear dampening the blindfold as I stretch my arm as she instructed and then, the light dimmed, it no longer passed my veil, a dead silence… but not for long.

The judge was screaming, the sound of his body collapsing on the ground, the people that have gathered to watch my execution were running and screaming.

My instinct kick in and I tried to run. But to no avail, my feet were not touching the ground, and had not been for a while it seemed. A soft hand touches mine, delicate, a woman’s hand, “Our time has come, let us be you, let us love you, let us roam with you…”, it was that thing that stole my voice, each word, she got closer until her lips touched mine, the first kiss I was saving up for…

A kiss that was never meant to be.

[xdunoir]

SerisxFuria

You Khan’t change my mind.