Wandering Alone

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"I don't mean to say I would have chosen to be a corrupt murderer, but maybe...just saying no. Denying the choice that day The Luminex fell into my hands."

Lowered eyes broke that denying gaze between himself and Blaise.

"I still remember seeing it lying there, in the center of a bloody battle field. A beacon mourning the loss of so many holy warriors perished while rebelling the scourge of a corrupt lich king into absolute desolation, it chose me to end that war...and I did."

"The Daemon Adder...Hexgite...Gargauth..Vaticus... Okay I'm name dropping here... And I'm whining...too..."

One more time he looked up at Novelly...

"It's just that...I have so little time left...and I never got to truly live... I had eight years...And I have maybe two or three left in me..."

"I'm sorry...Novelly...and Blaise..."

And he loosed a tear, a solid speckle slithering his cheek, meaning more than just frustration and anger...he was truly hurt.. and truly sorry.
 
Yes, they did share a similar past, didn't they? It was always the unattainable ones that were lusted after. Wars were fought in their name, blades cast down in hopes their favor would be given to the one that shed the most blood. These two women were the prime examples of why kingdoms and empires fell. It was always a woman behind the greatest man; his lust, his greed, his power.. it would all be for naught if there wasn't a woman there to strive for. The greed these tyrants suffered, was insatiable. When one of these women were claimed, branded, and flashed around as though worthless... one of them found the sparkle that drove men to their knees. They thirsted for the touch only these two women could give.

Victer Von Nightmare, Rozz Nightmare, Silo LightStife, Vaidea Divabien, Yanosh Aldrin..Chalase LoreTrance.. All were names that caused the flesh on her arms to crawl. It didn't matter if they stove for her affection.. they still caused torture and shaped the woman as she was today. Victer.. Oh, how her life changed because of him. There went her step into governing politics... and her seat within the eyes of everyone who hated the man she stood next to. But, had she turned away when others showed their disfavor.. she would've never met Blaise.

Unlike Blaise, Novelly had no savior. No White Knight rode in on his stallion with intent on redeeming her from the grips of a madman. Whatever bastard rode in on his horse always wished something equally valuable in return. It was always.. her life in servitude under one.. for a life of servitude under another. Many had tried to save her, or at least seemed to. They thought her blind each time they tried; she could see through their masquerade.

"Men fought wars for us, Darren. They were never satisfied when one finally laid claim and the others were without. We were kidnapped, violated, raped.. and even murdered. We have seen the hells; we've known every inch of torture only promised to most. Once we thought we found happiness, once we thought it all came to and end and we were free... and then it all began again because they lusted for what they lost. Some of them even used us against eachother. Scorn lost Blaise and in hopes of having her return he came after me. He tore me from what should have been my last years, and thrust me into this. He sent me to hell and ripped my soul back out of the darkness.. simply because he wanted Blaise to return on her own accord.. in hopes that my suffering would draw her to him."

The left-hand corner of her mouth twitched. That was the day the taste of mortality left forever. ..And Darren complained that he was going to die?

"How do you think we lived? What life do you think we had always hiding in a tyrant's shadow? .. Always being hunted, or lusted after.. because we belonged to someone else? You claim to have lost everything, but you don't know what you have. You have the memory of your family, of the life you chose. You wanted to be someone's savior, that's why you picked up the Luminex. How many lives have you saved, and how many foes vanquished?"

She shifted, shoulders rolling and emanating pops responding to her movements. "And here it is, Darren. I will grant you immortality. I will give back the years you lost if you can look at me and tell me you'd trade all the memories of your family and how happy they made you feel. The feeling your wife made you feel, and your children.. and the peace they brought... Tell me you'll trade all of that, and replace it with an endless void. Is losing the memory of everything that made you you, that made you human worth an eternity of loneliness?"

Novelly's eyes twinkled. She longed for what Darren had; the bitter taste of mortality. She wanted those moments where she felt nothing but happiness; every man that has ever crossed her path, betrayed her in the end. They could promise love and devotion and tear the world apart for her favor.. but in the end... they were just the enemy.

Did he really want to be like her? Be so completely dettached from humanity that he'd murder his own flesh and blood for the taste of power? They were the products of a tyrant's lust, and small pieces of them grew within her womb. She did the unthinkable and removed them from this world...they were liabilities.. the last fragments of human emotion she had to rid herself of before she could be completely.. cold.

Her eyes looked left, and then to the right. She mentioned Scorn's name; whenever that name slithered from her mouth, the creature had a nasty habit of appearing when he wasn't wanted.

And then, her eyes returned to Blaise. "And you... you say you're not going to leave me.. But how selfish would I be if I said I wanted to stay with you for the rest of eternity? Fate will never allow us to sit in the sand and watch the sun fall behind an endless ocean. How many years have we tried and failed?" She softly chuckled; all manner of hesitation and tension fading. "The Victerr and Scorn Era has long since passed from Legend.." That was when the whole.. pink tutu and beach house dream truly began.. when they sat beside that house.. and thought what it would be like if they had their husbands' power.
 
Her gaze shifts to Darren and she watches as that solitary tear trickles down his cheek. A brief stricken expression flickers across her visage, for she was never one to like seeing a man reduced to tears. Yet, at the same time she understands his pain and can feel it as if it were her own. It was the Feriah Elder's empathy that often got her into trouble. Looking away, her lips part to likely to give words of solace, yet she stops when Novelly speaks. She was interested in Darren's response to the bargain given him.

However, her eyes round with a sense of shock find themselves locking on Novelly's face. It had taken her a moment to realize just what she meant when she had spoken of Scorn. She never knew. She never knew. After she'd broken free from that tyrant's grasp, she'd known that he'd moved on to Novelly and placed a demonic entity inside her. Yet, she thought it was due to the demon's fickle nature and that he'd moved on from her. But all that time he had been using Novelly in an effort to get to her? How could she have been so blind? Like the other woman, her eyes also shift from side to side. That name was a curse... and that man always showed up at the most inopportune times. Not realizing she'd been holding her breath, Blaise exhales slowly and regards Novelly.

"After all that you've been through as of late... I wouldn't say it's selfish at all. We wouldn't be able to stay here though... Darius would worry and there's the children to consider. But you can come with me. Perhaps..."

Blaise pauses, considering her words. She felt so helpless in aiding Novelly's plight, but at the same time... if it were the introduction of Mynxsira, the demoness, into her body that made her soul so dark... Maybe there was a way to reverse it.

"...Perhaps I know of someone who can help you. Sirvyx and I were successfully seperated... twice. In fact, she has aquired her original body and now masquerades as... my daughter."

How comical that sounded. Sirvyx had been an evil that even Scorn himself had kow-towed to. Imagine her shock when Darius brought her home one day and announced that they were taking her into their home... adopting her. Her right cheek ticks at the memory, for she still did not altogether trust the woman-child. She was certain that the demoness was waiting, plotting for something... but thus far, she'd only displayed a thirst for knowledge of the modern world unmatched by anyone she'd come across.

"Perhaps she can make you what you once were... if that is your desire."
 
Novelly's lashes fluttered; Darren grew silent and the name that she spat from her lips hadn't produced the creature to which it were connected. She could breathe, for once, without the promise of some ill-fated torment. Her head inclines and rolls in the direction Blaise had been standing.

"We cling so tightly to the fool's hope. Yes, such a memory is pleasant and brings with it fond memories... but there will always be that shadow that looms over us. There will always be someone persuing us to fill the naked void of their dreams. I couldn't bear the thought of being the reason that some misfortune befell you simply because, in my selfishness, I came with you."

"I will visit, but aren't you afraid that my presence will stir something in your adoptive child that will bring about ill-fortune to you all?" She was Syrvix's favorite, as far as she could tell.

Her hand draped along her knees, digits drifting to and fro. She was contemplating something, it seemed. "It was tried once before. For a while everything was fine... but it wasn't the demonic entity where the dark nature stemmed. Pieces of myself cling to what I used to be, while others bask in what I've become. I'm no longer afraid of perishing. Nothing in this world could bring me to my knees in fear, without my defiance following closely behind."

She was a far cry from what she used to be. Then, all she could express was fear. Now, she was a force to be reckoned with. She didn't need the protection of powerful men; she had herself.

"When you were no where in sight, not long after we first met.. I suffered horrors and indecencies. Your presence always kept our beloved tyrants at bay. I may not have the sway you hold now, but at least now I can defend myself if needed.. and conquer things when desired."
 
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