#the daemons walk plot

[its-morphin-time-xiv]

So much time has passed.. but it feels so short.

I watched the sun rise and fall countless times as i sat upon my frozen throne. The blizzard strewn winds of the north were all that greeted my bleeding heart. For so long have i been alone, for so long have i waited for the day to come that some soul from beyond oblivion would arise and take the cold away from my heart. But none ever came.. No one ever did.

My heart aches when i think about why i'm here.. Alone. Pained words from one love to another, all i wanted was for her to be safe.. To be here.. To be alive. That's all i ever wanted, for too long were we plagued by misfortune. For too long was i the reason Anyah.. the now Ashen Rook held pain in her heart. I was the reason why she lost her arms... Me, no one else. The darker side, the "Shade" who wore my old face destroyed her. Broke her spirit.. Broke her arms enough to the point where they ceased every function.

Machinations took place of living flesh, and with it, her sense of touch.. the ability to feel. The ability to feel a pained lover when she needed it, the ability to hold and feel the warmth of her partner.. Gone. And it was my fault.

It was my fault.. It was always my fault. I'm the one who spurred who to take the path i wish none would travel.. for i.. i alone knew the consequence. It cost me my life. Plain and ever so simple.. The path of the protector was always going to end with one thing, our death. Something so cold and unforgiving yet to so few it would be deemed... welcoming.

But not for us.. No. We were supposed to wed.. to be bonded for our love could transcend all the heavens above. Our love was meant to last.. That's what we told ourselves. That we were together... that we were forever. I should have known better, i should've seen through it, through the guise of everything. But i didn't.. i couldn't. It was too good to be true.. Too warm.. Every time i saw her.. the sun shined brighter.. the pains of my woes faded away and i was swept into her warm embrace.. When we kissed.. the pain stopped. I no longer bled. We shared our fates.. And we wouldn't die alone..

But that's all gone now.. It's all too out of reach, it's all gone. It's all just a cycle. A cycle of ever just reliving the same moments, the same feelings as if there was never a way out. Just reliving the same painful deaths of the heart.. of our love over and over. It was supposed to get better.. it always was meant to but it never did.

She's too focused on the path ahead.. the path to protect. Too focused to see the pain i felt.. the pain i harbored. But it's only fair.. It's only just. The gods made it so. I put her through this grief not so long ago.. I made her alone.. i made her feel.. i made her cry.

But now.. i've pushed her too far.. I pushed her too far to see that it's not funny anymore.. it's no longer a game, and she's on the path of the self-righteous fury and war that it will only end in a death.. A death alone. She won't see it. The helmet.. the sword.. the title.. She won't see who's behind.. She's made her choice and i made mine..

We made our choice...

The choice of little girls wanting to be together.. but wanting to be heroes.. Our choices were made..

To die alone..

I am Mai..

And i am alone again..

Just like i used to be.. Just how i would always be.. on high.. On my frozen throne.. away from everything..

I am..

Alone.

[its-morphin-time-xiv]

~~==Old dogs.. And Old Souls==~~

((mood : here ))

Huh..

You ever.. get those feelings deep down, way in? Like.. a pit in your stomach. A hole in your heart as you feel everything within you sink to the very bottom of the seven hells. And.. you don't know why. You'll never know why, but you get them..

You look upon the landscape, it takes your breath away, but not for the reasons you'd ever think, no. As eyes cast upon the glowing horizon.. the pit and hole you fall into grows larger, as if some.. sixth sense of ours feels something.. something wrong.

I didn't need to hear the news on the link-pearl.. I already knew what had happened.. I watched it from afar, knowing i couldn't help, knowing i couldn't stop the oncoming storm of pain and anguish that wreak it's mighty wrath.

When the snow settled, and the red stained.. i knew what had taken place. It was more than enough for me.. far too much. Would it ever be right to say i'd miss the man? I doubt i'd ever find out. Drogan.. no matter your decisions, no matter the actions the achievements and desires you had.. you died a good man.

Mortally wounded from a catastrophic ritual within the Sagolii desert, he was forever then crippled. His health never got better no matter how many sages, conjurers, and practical healers he saw. It seemed as if the gods had finally sown their last seeds of fate with him. As if this was his rightful path.. A slow and uneasy death.

Throughout my three lives, he had some role in them, whether it villain or savior. As Eloise.. He was a relentless Inquisitor hells-bent on upholding the law for the Glory of the Holy See. But then came the revelations and the revolution of Ishgard. Men toppled and ideals crumbled. Lost without purpose and with difficulty understanding the truth.. Archons from another realm sought him out for his expertise.. Thus he continued his work, hunting The Knight.

As a Xaela, he at first sought her.. me out still. But then with the demise of Eloise, came her evil doppelganger, Elizabeth. And with it, Allegiances changed. Drogan defected from the darkness that for so long had corrupted him, joining ranks with the Glass Network. Providing knowledge and strategem for their cause. On more than one occasion saving my life from the dark powers that haunt me.

Then now, From xaela, to midlander and highlander, he studied me. Gave analytical psych profiles to me, of myself.. provided me council in these trying times as i worked to find my true identity. The only one who dared try to listen with experience in mind.. right until the end..

Now he walks in the mother crystal's light. With his wife and daughter.. Where he always wanted to belong. Where he always needed to be.

I'll keep track of his funeral and burial.. Make sure his home gives him the proper send off..

Walk free.. Old man..

You're up there with everyone's best friend...

Walk Free.

[its-morphin-time-xiv]

~~=The Daemons Walk (Part 2)=~~

Somethings that were forgotten...

Should stay that way...

[its-morphin-time-xiv]

“What’s the matter Cupcake? Seeing ghosts?”

The darkness of the room did little to portray the darkness that emanated from those within the hollow and haunting stonewalled room.. A cold wind that blew from no source seemed to circulate, the tendrils of ghastly air toyed and danced with the cloaks and robes of the inhabitants.

Grating voices that gave spine tingling sensations of dread and doom filled the quiet and mournful air. 

“Our Inquisitor Drogan has assessed those that remain.. one of theirs has the Echo, but not the blessing.”

“Then we are without worry. Drogan carries on mortal flesh, but is gifted with our dark power.. He will last.”

“What of her sister then.. She shows tenacity and ferocity unparalleled.”

“She will fall. They all will, in due time. Make peace.. for our time tables are moved forward now.”

“What if they continue to show resistance?”

“Then, if you fear their success over ours.. let us send in our own. For do we not have her aether?”

“Aye.. we do. Siphoned from her companions failed exorcism. We now posses all the darkness she onced had, carried upon a now dark crystal, Eloise’s very darkness, her essence dwells within. We shall cast it to the waking realm..”

“She will do well. Very well. An axe wielder. much like those that Elidibus uses. But her face, her mind, her voice, her personality.. all mixed within.”

“She will tear them apart..”

“And we shall be ever successful. For as our high-arts succeed.. so shall we.”

“So shall we.”

“So shall we..”

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And with a thrust of the figure’s own spindly hands, a crystal, purple yet dark is cast forward into the open black. Seeming to fall onto the world below.. In the dead of night, Limsa Lominsa would now greet a new soul.. One very much like Eloise.. One that carried her breath, that used her voice, and owned her skin.. 

Elizabeth.. 

Elizabeth Daemond now walks among the living.. free to roam.. 

May the light of the crystal guide Ellie’s allies through the oncoming storm that looms over the horizon.. for that storm is still yet brewing.. 

And their doom yet walks..