Assassins Abound - Draw of the Flame

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[ 88] Nymaya: Assassins Abound - Draw of the Flame
Mon Mar 14 17:05:31 2011
To: New_Thalos Reklah all ( Imm Cayenna RP Necrucifer )
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Against the obsidian, the candle's flame was little more than a somber glow.

It weaved and danced to its own rhythm, wholly enticing, arousing a powerful sense within her that she had spent many years avoiding. But its draw was back. More insistent, more haunting than it had been in years now. So she sat before the candle's flame, surrounded by all the cold shadows of the cathedral, and let herself go to it while she watched the reflection upon the obsidian altar.

The drifting of her mind came as something of a surprise, though by the time she realized she had been caught within the subversive flow of her tainted Song, it was too late to do much more than ride along.

The pain was real. Not a dream though the moment felt like one and was as hard, if not harder, to shake off. The discord was there and for a moment, she doubted the nature of what she was feeling, hearing. Was Uvall playing with her again?

It was wholly possible. A demon's prerogatives were its own and she was a toy in its merciless grasp. She had been made to kneel before it's whims, her own will turned against her. And in this, she had to admire its insidious nature. Its power...

All of us, pawns. Father, do with Your servant what You will

She became aware then, almost as an after-thought while the whispered remnants of her Haunt laced with the unexplainable discord, that she was hearing something more. That the silence of the room was too deep, too still.

Could it be...?

Her surprise was mitigated by the rising need to act in the wake of the silken slip of silence. It was almost as if each movement was made to the beat of a heart and if she hadn't been far along in pregnancy, she might have played with it a little. But instincts rose up, merciless with the need to protect.

The wait began then, each cautionary moment inundated with a breath that wavered the flame before her. It had been a focus once and it became thus once again though it threatened distraction at the same time. She could almost believe she could see her adversary in its dance.

And then the moment was upon her.

He'd been reaching for her hair when her body turned, which set his wrist out before her like an offering. She gladly took it, used the leverage to stand and followed each motion as it came next. The would-be assassin had intended to stab her in the throat, one hand had extended to grab her head while the other remained raised with dagger prepared.

That dagger now plunged inward and everything slowed down to a crawl though it was far from that as she twisted the left wrist cruelly, causing pain to flood the assassin's gray eyes, and used her free hand to reverse the direction of the blade as she angled the man's stab toward himself instead.

The surprise that registered in those wide gray eyes was not met with any semblance of remorse when the slip of the blade parted the flesh between his ribs. He'd come here to kill her and her children by proxy and would reap the cold oblivion that had been intended for her.

The man was dying as his body slipped heavily to the granite below and in the same instance, the solid tread of her husband appeared within the doorway. His appearance made her think of a barely restrained thunderstorm, all lethal, powerful elegance wrapped within a commanding countenance itching to break free.

"This one wasn't patient enough." She spoke, still feeling the cold distance in her voice as she stepped over the body to Reklah's outstretched hand.

"Mine wasn't either." He muttered, confirming her suspicions. "They have both paid the price for their ineptitude. Their master won't be long in following once he is found."