and the only solution was to stand and fight
The Sword snorted again, crouching low to unleash another length of infernal canvases; the tapestry of corpses soon littered into more ash than ink. From there, he shook his head but searched through his bag of holding, and then grabbed a set of furs to toss in her direction, should she feel the need and inclination soon. Zuriel bounded and leapt beside him, watching Theea closely, before twisting her haughty demeanor away from several of the beasts and looking upward, watching as Belial began to saunter downward in a slow spiral.
She appeared surprised by his answer, but maybe it had been the passing of so many years and seasons. “We were all locked behind the barrier together for a while. Fellow Outlanders.” He made no mention of the hostilities between the Naturals; who’d bristled no matter what any of them did – never brought or seized by their own inclinations, striving to do something in the cosmic delusions of forging onward. He hadn’t been strong enough for the first beast guarding the Spire – but he could remember the arguing, the bickering as so many of them watched and waited. As Ronin fell. As the monster died. As bit by bit, more things alternated, until they were all back in the thick of it.
But she’d been told, so he quirked half a grin, and didn’t relay any more of the mythos. “Had she not helped, I think Caido would have turned out very differently,” he gave instead, because it was true. Maybe Remi, with all his love, would’ve found a way regardless. Maybe Safrin would’ve turned her eyes to another. Maybe hordes more would’ve never been revived and given second chances. Difficult to know, and impossible to turn back. But Ashetta had carved a significant different in the landscape of the world, and her daughter out to have known the impact. That actions shaped and rippled; alternated history.
Even for that though, Deimos wouldn’t believe any of his distinctions the same. He laughed in spite of it all, trying to relay all of those things off his shoulders. Had he not stepped in time after time, someone else would have. “To be honest, we do end up fighting void beasts often.” And he utilized whatever incantations and shifts and mayhem that collided into his ichor, day after day. One more luxere caught flame and he watched it for a few moments, a long breath coating his lungs. “I like to believe many would do the same.” Then he shrugged, taking more strides forward, listening to the sounds of hunters proclaiming about their skills against the deer.
As for her own admission, his features dropped to the snow, and then back to her. “You could. You start small, like today, and work your way up.” There would always be monsters – Caido had seen to that.
She appeared surprised by his answer, but maybe it had been the passing of so many years and seasons. “We were all locked behind the barrier together for a while. Fellow Outlanders.” He made no mention of the hostilities between the Naturals; who’d bristled no matter what any of them did – never brought or seized by their own inclinations, striving to do something in the cosmic delusions of forging onward. He hadn’t been strong enough for the first beast guarding the Spire – but he could remember the arguing, the bickering as so many of them watched and waited. As Ronin fell. As the monster died. As bit by bit, more things alternated, until they were all back in the thick of it.
But she’d been told, so he quirked half a grin, and didn’t relay any more of the mythos. “Had she not helped, I think Caido would have turned out very differently,” he gave instead, because it was true. Maybe Remi, with all his love, would’ve found a way regardless. Maybe Safrin would’ve turned her eyes to another. Maybe hordes more would’ve never been revived and given second chances. Difficult to know, and impossible to turn back. But Ashetta had carved a significant different in the landscape of the world, and her daughter out to have known the impact. That actions shaped and rippled; alternated history.
Even for that though, Deimos wouldn’t believe any of his distinctions the same. He laughed in spite of it all, trying to relay all of those things off his shoulders. Had he not stepped in time after time, someone else would have. “To be honest, we do end up fighting void beasts often.” And he utilized whatever incantations and shifts and mayhem that collided into his ichor, day after day. One more luxere caught flame and he watched it for a few moments, a long breath coating his lungs. “I like to believe many would do the same.” Then he shrugged, taking more strides forward, listening to the sounds of hunters proclaiming about their skills against the deer.
As for her own admission, his features dropped to the snow, and then back to her. “You could. You start small, like today, and work your way up.” There would always be monsters – Caido had seen to that.
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