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moth-writing-pit · 15 days ago

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“Path laid in Ichor”

Personal character work, technical death implication

Moribundo was following a scent trail, the oily and metallic scent of ichor to be more specific. The equivalent of blood for Divine like himself. If he had to guess it was either a fight or someone has just gone Dormant.

He turned a corner to find Lady Luck and Nyx standing over a freshly Dormant Hallucination. The Reaper sucked in a breath as Nyx's eerie eyes fell upon him. Her numerous sharp eyes narrowed.

“A curious Reaper. What are you doing here little one?”

“I was following the scent of ichor and it lead me here,” He politely responded, his gaze locked onto Lady Luck, who still hadn't turned to acknowledge his presence. The Hallucination’s beating heart was in her hand, pumping ichor steadily. The lighter fur of her hand was drenched, undoubtedly stained with the less than pleasant smell of ichor. He shuddered. Ichor was not nice to clean out of fur.

“Impressive. Since you're here it can't hurt to tell you why we're doing this. You see this one was getting too curious.. too nosy. There's obviously nothing wrong with traversing to the corridor Xyrrymyxx is held but there was something in their gaze. Along with the higher exposure to Mortals Hallucinations have compared to Charms and Keepers, we couldn't take a chance,” Nyx calmly told him.

Moribundo simply nodded. He thought it was a little harsh to force a Spirit Dormant for that but who was he to argue with Great Ones?

Lady Luck snorted at Nyx's explanation. Her ears tilted back and her third eye opened but she said nothing. Nyx's head stayed angled toward him but her eyes glanced at her fellow Great One. “It's true and you know it. Besides, I'm not you, I've no obligation to be cryptic or rude to innocent Spirits”

“It is no obligation! I am showing discipline! You are the rude and cryptic one”

“That's still your honor, Luck”

Lady Luck hissed, her grip on the Hallucination's heart tightening and sending even more ichor splattering to the ground. Nyx bared sharp teeth in a way that could be interpreted as amused.

Moribundo shifted on his weight. Awkwardness prickled his fur, a little fear even. He knew Lady Luck could be intense but seeing it first hand was something else.

“You're dismissed little Reaper. Unless you'd like to help us dispose of this poor sap?”

“What can I do to help, Nyx?”

“Lady Luck is probably going to render this one eternally Dormant so.. why don't you take the body to the entrance of the Faceless Corridor, might as well make am example of this one”

Moribundo nodded and moved between the two Great Ones. He lifted the Hallucination and slid it over his shoulder. He traveled further down the corridor and propped the Dormant Hallucination outside the door.

He stepped away from the limp Spirit and headed back the way he came. A wave of amber rippled through the cloudy ground beneath him. He watched as the orange-ish yellow ate the prior blue-ish white. Moribundo enjoyed the phases of color exhibited by the ever shifting landscape of Limbo. He was even more amused every time a Mortal Soul freaks out at sight and feel of the land. Every new Soul waiting in Limbo reacted the same and at least to Moribundo it never got old.

Speaking of Mortal Souls, an hourglass appeared in his dark robe. He broke it open like one would crack an egg. The sand fell past his fur, enveloping him in the aura of the Mortal, showing him exactly where the Soul is. Moribundo lifted his hood and fell back, then fell up and landed on the Mortal Plane. He started whistling a tune to himself, wandering the cold city streets in search of the Soul. Time had once again come.

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littlest-w01f · 8 months ago

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Chapter One

Series Masterlist

CW: Non-con kissing and touching

The Court of Nightmares, a place that housed the people the High Lord of the Night Court didn't want to keep. A place where no one from the other Court with a sound mind would enter. It was a dark and dreary place, not at all for the faint of heart.

Novali was born in the darkest times Hewn City had seen, their High Lord had left, leaving the worst of the worst to take charge. A century, it had been since their High Lord had visited, busy raising his heir in the Court of Dreams.

There hadn't been a whisper of the Lord since before Novali had been born nearly two decades ago, cruel males and females were in charge, and not plenty of nice people left to save the bad ones.

Novali sat in a club, cards face down in front of her, five others with her on the table, three males and two females. On her turn, she pushed some of the money to the centre, eyes raised at the next male, the only one who hadn't folded.

Her face was expressionless, watching the male, seeing right through his bluff. Gambling was easy marks, a pile of copper and silver collected, when the male finally admitted defeat Novali with a triumphant look pulled all the coins with her.

"Well, this has been fun, but she needs to leave," a male spoke behind her, and Novlai had trained herself well enough to not stiffen at the voice.

Her fiance, one of the most influential males in the Court, Sailas, stood behind her, even if most people feared him, even if the other people at the table straightened at the sight of him, Novali had trained herself to not fear him half a decade ago.

"Of course, Sir." The title was rough on her tongue as she stood up, Sailas reached forward to grab her won money.

Sailas counted the silver marks, keeping them and passing the copper ones to Novali, "Good girl," he purred, pocketing the marks, his hand on Novali's waist, he leaned down to kiss her, Novali held her breath, knowing better to not cringe at the alcohol on his lips.

"Come on," He moved and Novali followed behind him, her eyes dark in anger, whipping away at her lips, smoothing her simple black dress, short heels clicking with each step.

Novali's eyes scanned the room, Sailas was off talking to one of his friends, making her stand beside him, she noted everything in the bar. Her eyes went from the few faelings working, most of them were her age, and she knew each and every one of them, she hid a smile well watching them swipe things off the adults in the room without anyone else noticing.

"Girl, get us something strong to drink!" Sailas commanded her, and she turned to her fiance and his friends.

"Yes, Sir." She dipped her chin in respect and turned on her heel to the bar, ordering the drinks she knew by heart, and putting them on her fiance's tab.

Novali stood around as the bartender poured the drinks for her, "So, what would you like?" The bartender asked, his red hair not looking too bright in the tavern, but his amber eyes were shining with fire in them.

"Nothin', Aleks," Novali sighed, ears straining to hear her fiance talk.

"That's unbelievable." Sailas stressed. "They were never supposed to come back."

Kier, the male he was talking to spoke up, "No, the High Lord is coming soon, Morrigan just visited, arranging a meeting."

Novali's eyes were unfocused as she listened in, the High Lord was coming, from what she'd heard, Kier's daughter had visited, for the first time in a century.

Aleks caught the change in her expression, pouring the last drinks and pushing them in front of her. "What's wrong?"

Novali didn't let her findings show, knowing that people, especially her fiance, were watching, "Thank you for your service." Novali gave Aleks a nod, taking the drinks to her fiance and the Fae he was talking to.

The place was dark, it was hard to tell the time since it was always dark in the Court of Nightmares, Novali walked down the empty streets, humming to herself.

Her fiance had just kicked her out of his house just moments after he was done using her for petty marks and her body, he refused to house her when she had gotten pregnant with his child almost 6 years ago, saying Novali was ruined to have gotten pregnant in a wedlock.

Novali trudged through the desolate streets, her body heavy with exhaustion yet fueled by determination. The bitter sting of betrayal lingered, a harsh reminder of the cruel reality she now faced. He refused to acknowledge the innocent life that she carried within her and abandoned the babe he had forced in her.

The cold, unforgiving night mirrored her heart, shrouded in darkness and despair. She thought about seeking solace with her parents, but they too had turned their backs on her, choosing instead to side with societal norms. They’d abandoned her, leaving Novali alone to face the world’s harsh judgment. And it had taken quite a while, to stop caring for people like her parents, and she had.

She went back to the male, because of how powerful he was, and while he was drunk he would slip knowledge she wouldn't otherwise get. Her mind drifted back to the conversation she had overheard about the High Lord and more that he had told her, bitching about Rhysand.

The sound of a falcon made her look up. She put her little finger in the corner of her mouth and whistled to her bird. The falcon landed on top of Novali's head and let her pet him. The bird made a sound of contentment, and Novali followed, both of them enjoying the contact.

"Hello, Azazel," Novali whispered, scratching the bird's neck. She had found him injured on the streets, and it hadn't taken her long to feel a kinship with the bird, feeling as if they were the same, thrown on the streets, injured and left to die and it was easy to see that Azazel felt the same.

Azazel was way bigger than a normal falcon someone could find, possessing his own magic, and ability to sneak around despite his size, his wingspan was almost as long as Alekxia's arms, and his coat was completely black, leaving his pale crop to harden his ability to hide like her pale skin against her raven hair, but that didn't stop them.

The texture of Azazel's feathers was one of the few constant touches in her life, even though, she had shaken on deals, gotten a pat on the back, in rare cases even a hug it all felt strange to her. Unless it came from very specific friends of hers.

She would catch herself thinking about how it would feel to have a long tight hug with someone, to hold a hand, but when it happened, the texture of another skin on hers felt wrong. No matter how wanted.

Novali had felt him approach long before he fully got to her, from how Azazel had nipped at her pointed ear, "How are you...?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"The High Lord is coming for a visit in two days." Novali didn't beat around the bush, not quite wanting to talk about how she was.

Aleksander tilted his head as he looked at her, "Rhysand, the High Lord?" He asked, brows rising, "He remembers us?"

Novali laughed sharply, "Apparently." She slowed slightly so they could match their walk. "We should talk with Cahira around."

Lanterns were hanging from huts, powered by magic, the only source of light in the place that Novali called home, sitting on a small round table, sitting with her friends.

Aleksander raised his hand, and the fire in the lanterns increased in intensity, "So, High Lord is visiting, start talking." He nodded to Novali.

"He's coming in a day or two, Sailas wants me to attend with him..." Novali sighed, "He's got a dress for me, he doesn't want me to wear my normal clothes. It's going to be a massive party." She watched her friends as she spoke, "Almost as big as the last party Eris Vanserra ever attended, Salias' words."

"Ughh..." Cahira made a face, "Sometimes, I am glad I'm disowned."

The three friends look at each other with a serious expressions before they burst out laughing.

Novali smiled, "I've only heard that once before from you." She sets down a plate of meats, Cahira bringing different forms of slices of bread. They had cooked in bulk like they did for their fellow faelings, to offer them, eating last.

Aleksander hummed, taking food for himself, "Well, my darling mother didn't invite me." He leaned in his chair, the chair underneath him creaking lightly.

"I do not want to be there, either." Novali sighed, "But I need to be, we should know what Rhysand wants with our people."

"Perhaps he's beinging golden boy here?" Cahira rolled her eyes, sipping her water. "He'd want to see the shit hole he's let this place become."

Novali cleared her throat, the three of them weren't old by any means, but they were old enough to know what was happening in their home court, and to know it wasn't right.

"The heir should be of age..." Novali added, "So it makes sense, he's showing him High Lord things."

Leaning back in his chair, Aleksander lets out a sigh, his fingers idly tracing patterns on the worn wooden surface of the table. His amber gaze was shadowed with concern.

Cahira and Novali exchange glances, understanding passing between them without words. The tension in the air is palpable. Nothing could be said to dilute it, none of them liked not knowing if something big was about to go down.

After they had done catching up with their day, they retired to their beds, as Novali was alone she slipped into her bed, "Shristi...?" She smiled at the little fae she shared a bed with. The fae she had faked the death of, her entire world.

Shristi opened her eyes the second she heard her mother's voice, the 6-year-old smiled, snuggling into Novali, "Mama... You're home..."

"I'm home..." Novali rested her head on their shared pillow, "Were you good for Cahira, sweety?"

Shristi nodded in her chest, "Very good."

"That's wonderful." Novali sighed, stroking her daughter's back as she looked up, she could hear the silence in the place as no one was awake, no one but her, because Novali never slept, she couldn't afford to be vulnerable, so she got used to staying up till she passed out of exhaustion.

She smiled lightly as she heard Azazel return to his nest in her home, also retiring for the night. The talk she had with her fiance was ringing in her ear, the drunken fool had let a lot slip. The heir, Nyx, was indeed coming with the High Lord and Lady, combined with the inner circle.

She wondered what it would be like to have them in Hewn City, how much power she would feel, would they care for what was happening to them? Or would they just simply turn a blind eye to them?

Her mind pondered endless questions till her eyelids grew heavy and she shut them, exhaling lightly, ears still strained in a final attempt to not let down her guard.

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