𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝓊𝓈 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ; most learn from death is to cherish life as it goes by in a blink of an eye though this was all lost on Credence, he had lived far too many moons and lost the only person he had expected to share all eternity with, he was her’s and she was his beating heart in human form. To have it all taken away from him in a night, killed him. It would be a lie to say that he didn’t hold some kind of resentment towards the redhead for taking his wife’s place but rational thoughts came into play weeks after his wife was laid to rest and that thought that the clan needed a leader, Brooke learnt from Ekaterina and she was just as strong willed and fiercely protect their own kind. And she had proved to Credence that she could hold the weight of the invisible crown of matriarch, nether has he cared to much be apart of the recent games that had been toiling between the Marsh family and the Windham as it was all mere games between children to him.
The winds have changed on this dreary day that has changed the cause of direction they should head, he believed it might be time for truces between the supernatural beings as this wasn’t an attack on just one of them but all of them. He’d bring it up to the redhead when she was thinking more rationally. As for now all he could do was respect the privacy of those that have fallen victim to whatever in the Hel had dragged itself out of the depths of Hel’s dwelling, it had always been something that bother him when people didn’t respect the dead as Credence had closed all the eyelids of the dead, placed torches of fire near each of the dead to grant them all passage to the afterlife ― even near the head of the werewolf was a torch. Apparently now he also had to be there for the redhead in her time of need, hard for him to fathom with the fiery matriarch but death makes everyone’s knees buckle.
Not that he meant to scoff out loud from her turning it onto her own karma, he gently took her moonlight-like hand placed it in the crook of his arm as his left hand which still dawned his wedding ring on his ring finger to light pat over the back of her hand. “Urðr isn’t just punishing you, Brooke. No, it seems the god of fate is taking it out on all supernatural beings,” Cree stated the obvious, turning to hold her gaze. “Don’t be foolish into thinking this is all from your actions even the dances with half man and half beast,” the much older vampire stated as he heard through the grape vine and yet surprisingly enough not an ounce of judgment though any other given day there would’ve been but not today. All the torches had gone out with a gush of wind, telling Credence that they all where travelling the smoke to Valhalla. “This isn’t the act from the wolves, nor fae, nor merfolk, nor the völva… This is a power play by the shadows that is all this is, Brooke. We are all at risk when I mean all, I mean all of the town as I fear this may be the beginning of our version of Ragnarok.”
Tears stain his cream sweater that Ekaterina knitted him which happened to be under his chequered blazer when his sweater was pulled he slightly feared it would unravel from age and the younger vampire’s strong grasp. “Never apologise, you may weep for in the comfort of our own kind just not here as I fear the trees may inform the shadows of any sign of weakness,” Credence’s olde Norse roots coming through more and more as fear of the unknown lurked in the back of his mind. He softly rested his freckled cheek upon the crown of her head as she informed him that she wasn’t ready to leave which he respected, his eyes scanned over the faces of those none in whom which are related to the dead. “We can stay as long as you need when we leave you don’t have to fret about carrying him, I’ll take that task upon myself.” He told her softly in his low voice, lifting his cheek from her hair. “May I ask a favour, may we please have some time alone with Nathaniel and we’ll grant you all the same when we leave,” Credence words hold nothing but respect to those whom stayed to comfort the dearly departed and because of the small respect from Credence’s earlier actions, they all seemed to go off to the side still nearby but enough to give the illusion of just the three them. He turned his body slightly towards Brooke, lightly catching her chin and balancing it on a ring cladded finger, lightly dabbing at the drying tears of pale cheeks with the long sleeve of his knitted sweater. “Have nowhere else to be but right beside you as I made a vow to Nathaniel here to watch over you, Brooke.” The words held with truth, seeing as someone had to watch over her now, he didn’t mind as it kind of distracted him from his own pain.
He spoke like a poet, something out of novella that took a patience and understanding to grasp -- it had always been something she’d admired about him, even if it were from afar. Everything seemed so much beautiful with his chosen words, less shrouded by death and misery. However, with the corpse of Nathaniel laying close by, it was hard to focus on such a beauty coming from a tragedy such as this. Instead, she continued to weep for him and pray that Credence’s speech would bring Nate through to the light and he would not be stuck in another fiery Hell, like he had been in Cresthill. She used to believe that this town had been their saving grace, their solitude, their escape from a cold and hardened world... but to quote Shakespeare, all the devils are here. They were waiting, lurking in the shadows, ready to take what they wanted from those who loved too fiercely.
Brooke knew she was not innocent, in fact she had been one of the many horrors that stalked the streets at night and fed on the weak through fear and deception, a manipulation to get what she wanted. This had to be her punishment, it just had to be, the gods were torturing her in revenge for her misdoings. She’d taken many lives, and now they were being taken from her -- and she had to watch them, the cruellest of fates. “If you think this is our version of Ragnarok, then there is nothing we can do. However, someone here killed Nathaniel... and the others, and I will make them pay for what they’ve done.” Her voice hardened, the tears from her eyes slowly drying away as her sadness faded into an anger. “I keep losing people.” It was her fault, she was almost certain. “Not anymore.”
Her eyes met his and lingered for a moment longer, trying to search for something she couldn’t quite fathom. She reached out slender fingers with painted nails, gliding them gently across his cheek. Is this what he had felt like when Katya had met her demise? Of course, they had been married and her and Nathaniel had been nothing as close, but her heart was still broken. She felt sorry for him, and wished she had reached out to comfort him in his darkest time. No wonder he had secluded himself for so long. “We’ll watch over each other.” Her voice came out as a whisper, as she rested her forehead against his in a mix of regret and guilt, a shared empathy between two souls. With eyes closing to escape from the scene behind her, she focused on calming herself down and thought of Katya. “I’m sorry you had to be alone. I'll never let you be alone again.”
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