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revthepunchbear · 5 years ago

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A Debt Owed, A Debt Paid

It had all started with a chill down her spine and a feeling of overwhelming dread, like death was peeling away at her. She’d nearly thrown up, right then and there, which wouldn’t have been the worst part of the night by far. There was a point that night were she was withering from the inside out as magic was sucked from her, those very forces that bound her together ripping away to see her hemorrhaging blood everywhere.

At that point, she hadn’t even known why it was happening. She’d only known that she’d seen malevolent forces on the Other Side, spiraling around their safe house in Elwynn. The Harbinger had been there too and that terrified her more than anything. That desperate feeling that she had to do something surged through her as the body of Eilithe had been drug from the house, Xavier pushing himself to the limit to contain the madness within.

Once, twice, three times Reveria tried to pull the soul back into Eilithe’s body only to find it harder and harder to do each time. The druid was panicking, Eilithe’s soul had never been so hard to guide. It had to be the malevolence around them, it had to be those spirits coming for her that were making it so hard. In her desperation, she’d called on the only one she thought could remedy the situation. Cut palms, brands traced in blood on the dirt and upon her face, the pleas for help sounding out in Zandali.

“Mama, hear me. Your vessel needs you. I invoke the promise you made and bound to me. Mama, I have nothing else.... I have no offering of payment. My debt is yours. Please... Answer me Mama.”

Ghostly, spidery limbs had torn from Reveria’s mouth, searching for purchase anywhere they could as a flood of widow spiders poured from the druid’s mouth. Those spiders formed together, weaving the shape of a trollish woman in a tattered ballroom gown. Eight spidery limbs jutted from her back as she looked down on the nearly crying Reveria.

“What ya doin’ Zin’ulwembu? Can’t ya see she be castin’? Ya only hurtin’ her more, fightin’ her like ya is.” There’d been many more words, Reveria had begged Mama Zarenyen to help Eilithe and the loa had, in no small fashion. The insanity had been quelled, though Mama’s actions may have see An’Set hurt, it was still a small price to pay to end the insanity within the safe house. However...

Mama had come from the safe house and over to Reveria, cupping her chin in her hand. Her gaze had held a smile but there was the undeniable undercurrent of a threat. “I be comin’ tah collect ya debt. Ya best not hold out on Mama, Zin’ulwembu.” Those words haunted the druid, even as An’Set asked about them later. She’d brushed it off, offering an explanation. He’d chided her, and all she had to offer in return was “What else was I suppose to do? You were getting your ass beat.” He hadn’t been able to argue that.

That night had ended in a much better place, Reveria and An’Set had snorted some of their favorite drugs, ran around acting like fools yelling at the top of their lungs, yodeling, bothering their friends, and more. The night didn’t truly even end there, as An’Set carried Reveria off into the teahouse, slung over his shoulder, where they rutted away the rest of the night and into the morning in drug fueled ecstasy, ringing in their new year in style. The thought of the debt that was owed, slipping from her mind in those moments.

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A day or two passed, Reveria had managed to avoid anything too straining or stressful. Zelphryin had returned, which had been less than pleasing to her but she’d managed to coax him into taking her and Eilithe to the spa. They’d yet to go but she was in no particular rush. This night she sat up, alone, in the great room, sipping on bourbon as a fire crackled and flickered in the fireplace. An’Set was in bed, as were all her children.

She was lost in thought, right up until the tapping of the glass of the floor to ceiling windows sounded out. So lost in thought was she that she nearly jumped out of her skin. She managed not to spill her drink, setting it down quickly as she looked with wide eyes at the window. Standing there, with that telltale grin of hers, was Mama Zarenyen, beckoning Reveria with a lone finger.

There was a sense of relief, yet also a pang of anxiety as Reveria’s inky hues took the loa in. She stood, slowly, the long shirt of An’Set’s that she wore, flapping about her thighs as she walked to the rear door. There was no doubt in her mind that Mama would have been inside, were it not for the wards Eilithe had helped the druid place. Outside, Mama turned and began slowly walking through the large backyard as Reveria joined her. A grin spread Mama’s lips, her short tusks popping out just a bit as her spidery limbs draped about Reveria’s figure. "Zin’ulwembu... Walk wit me...We be havin’ tings ta discuss.” The druid’s arms crossed against her chest as she walked along, not as though she had much of a choice in the matter. “What is it you want, Mama?” The loa chuckled, low and dark, canting her head as she slowly led Reveria along. “Ya sound so suspicious, Zin’ulwembu. Mama can’ jus’ want ta talk at ya? Spend some time wit her vessel?”

Reveria narrowed her eyes and looked over to the woman, peering at her searchingly. She seriously doubted that Mama was just here to talk, the fresh debt springing to the forefront of her mind. Still, she was willing to try and play along. “Well, I just didn’t think you were here for that. What did you want to talk about?” Mama wiggled her fingers at Rysh’Vhek as the massive spider skittered from the jungle. “Ya chil’ren be lookin’ strong an’ hel’ty. Ya man, he be a surprise. Love be a surprise in general doh, so dat ain’ bein’ all dat strange. Ya life be prosperin’. I been seein’ ya wit ya trainin’ too. Zulfie got ya becomin’ quite dah little witchdoctah don’ she?”

There wasn’t much for Reveria to say to all of that. It was clear that Mama had been watching her life of late, which hardly surprised Reveria. “Eilithe is a good shan’do. She teaches me well. It was rocky there for a bit but I stopped trying to do things on my own. The harder things at least.” Their path led them into the jungle, the scent and smells of it something Reveria recognized from a time long passed. The jungle slowly became strewn in the webs of large spiders, the telltale cocoons and husks of their prey laying about or hanging from trees.

All the while the pair had talked until they arrived at the center, a circular wall of webbing that rose up to the ceiling of the jungle, with a circular altar of bones and stone laying in the middle. She’d been here before, long ago to strike a bargain that she’d regretted. Tonight though, there was no sense of ominous foreboding, just a loa that was acting almost motherly to the druid. Once they stood before the altar, Mama released Reveria and began to walk in a slow circle about her. “So now we come tah tha real biz’ness... Ya be owin’ Mama a debt zin’ulwembu. An’ Mama been tinkin’ real hard on what dat gonna be paid wit.” Reveria’s brow furrowed but she remained silent, ready to speak up if it had anything to do with her family. Both fortunately and unfortunately for her, it did not.

“Ya be my vessel but ya don’t know nut’ting bout takin’ dat form, do ya? Ya had dreams of it doh, I know ya have. Mama seen dem dreams cuz she caused dem dreams. Ya dreamed ya was dah spidah... ya dreamed ya was dah eighth eye... it been comin’ for a long time. ya been feelin’ dat urge, dat pressure, when ya go tah shift. When ya tink ya shiftin’ tah dat lovely saber... Dere be a part ah ya dat tinkin’... In dah back ah ya mind... Dat da saber ain’ right no more.” She paused in her circling to lay a hand on Reveria’s left shoulder.

“Dah time has come. Ya debt gonna be startin’ ya transformation intah Mama’s vessel more fully. I be takin’ ya saber. It gon take time but ya be findin’ soon dat ya gonna be stuck in dah middle, wit out a form like dat... until ya be masterin’ dah spidah. Dere gon come a day... Dere gon be times... Mama gon take ya vessel and use it for herself. Dat be dah price.” Reveria looked on, all but helpless as she processed the desire of Mama. She was about to become an actual vessel. She would lose control. Who knew what Mama would do? The thought terrified her,

“Fine... Fine...” All she could do was keep telling herself it had been worth it, that her sister’s life and soul had been worth it. That her husband’s life had been worth it. “Dat’s alright, Zin’ulwembu. Every’ting gon be okay~” The way she said it, the way her voice carried a veiled malicious tone, Reveria had a sense of dread in her stomach but this was the price and she would pay it. Mama’s hand began to feel hot, so hot... Like a red hot cattle prod, leaving Reveria screaming in the jungle as a matching brand, another widow, formed on her left shoulder. The skin sizzled and cooked, the druid howled, and Mama Zarenyen laughed.

“Dere, dere Zin’ulwembu... Mama takin’ care ah you like she always done...”

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