Primal Worship III

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[121] Nymaya: Primal Worship (III)
Thu Aug  7 21:17:06 2014
To: All Reklah Ashtiel Dimidus Uvall ( RP Necrucifer Fatale )
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Something stirred in the darkness as if the mists were alive, concealing a predator that watched - that waited. She was not afraid anymore though. There was only cold conscience; an awareness of the choices she had made, the road she had chosen to walk and the merciless God to whom she had devoted all but her heart.

If anyone owned that, it was her children.

Their names whispered forth over and over again as they entered her thoughts, the sound becoming a maddened cacophony. She couldn't stop it, couldn't get away from it, couldn't cover her ears to muffle it.

You think you know madness. Laughter followed; malicious, mocking.

And abruptly - the whispers stopped.

She was still on her knees, she could feel the solid ground beneath her and the heat of the sanguine flames roiling from the fire that licked  up toward the shrouded sky. Sweat had coated her skin and as she lifted her gaze to the shaman standing over her, holding her left wrist in his hand, the encompassing chill of anger rushed in to fill the confusion.

"You carry a spirit with you." The words were intoned with reverent interest and her anger dispersed before a wave of dizziness. Upon closing her eyes though, she was met in the darkness by the faint outline of a spirit.

Linot.. Friend. Sister. Lost.

Remotely, she knew that she was speaking. A chaos of words, answers perhaps to questions but she could not control the fever or the tumble. It burned in her gut, through her veins, in her head. The last time she'd felt this was in the desert - the sandstorm...

Stop!

She wasn't sure she spoke the word aloud, she couldn't differentiate between reality and dream. A jumble of memories assaulted her though, as if she were caught in the rapids of a river. There was no stopping the avalanche until- as if all the world simple ceased to exist, the rush of images and sensations simply ended and there was black, emptiness.

It was a balm next to the inundation but she knew, even as she floated in eternity, that she would reach true insanity if it went on indefinite. She could have been there forever or a mere handful of moments, time did not matter and though the fever persisted, she found calm. Linot was there, stalwart and strong. As she had always been. And then another. It's will was unfathomable, demonic. Her eyes opened to meet a crimson gaze with black pupils but there was no fear, not this time.

Have we tasted enough of this. Mocking, wry. Was it a figment of madness or was it 'him'? Perhaps he was simply a part of her now. It didn't matter. She had paid her debt.

Laughter preceded the sudden shattering of the black emptiness, she fell and with a sharp inhale of breath, she was awake.

*cont*