Falling (II)

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[ 28] Nymaya: Falling (II)
Mon Aug 21 20:00:28 2017
To: All Ashtiel ( Necrucifer Imm Cayenna ) Eclipse
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Necrucifer lets men chose and create their own destiny, without limits.

The temperature dropped steadily as the shadows stretched across the ground - as she stood in reverent silence.  Tension breathed through her limbs, adrenaline sped her pulse and she felt the darkness stir inside. 

Like a beast prowling the shadows, stirring from an uneasy rest.  Its eyes were blood-red with pupils as black as pitch and as it stretched, fangs glimmered pale white in the dark before it disappeared.

She could feel it inside, the awareness, and there was no fear.  Her eyes closed as the world darkened, the shadows rushing over her as the red moon flashed bloody and the black moon ate both the white and then, the sun.  She spread her arms, tilted her head back and let herself fall.

The hellish air rushed past her and she opened her eyes, her hair a silver aura around her, to behold the end and the beginning.

I submit.   She breathed and the blue of her eyes disappeared beneath extinguishing black.

An eruption of acidic agony wracked her lithe frame and though she ground out a cry, she held nothing back from the shadows ripping through her.  They took everything offered - no part of her was spared and in the sound of the wind, a singular pleased whisper caught at her frayed awareness:

Come to join us, mother.

The form was insubstantial but through the euphoric pain she reached for it - for him.  A soft, sensual chuckle she recognized slithered over her and though she was met with eyes as black as the abyss, it was not her son that grasped her.

...borrowed time..

She felt the ground nearing, it was a visceral sense.  She was prepared to accept the inevitable - if Necrucifer wanted her life, He would have it - but even as she perceived the moment... 

...she woke.

Her inhale was sharp, her entire body jerking in the parlor chair as if she'd hit the ground and the sound of her book falling brought her senses fully into wakefulness.  The Sunset Dawn was not light reading and she gazed down on it, feeling a wave of old, familiar discontent settle even as she - yet again - wondered at the inevitability of her path. 

'Where does the road go from here.'