#malion: up in flames exerpt

[decodamalion]

OC-tober Day 14:

Cage

Thank you so much to @oc-growth-and-development for the provided prompt list!

This is a story important exerpt from Malion: Up In Flames and should be avoided if you don't want spoilers!

Long one today!

More under the cut!

TW: Death, beating, physical fighting, poison

When I opened my eyes again, I felt a stabbing pain in my head. I tried to focus my vision and for a moment, I was successful. My vision blurred again so I closed my eyes and fought the dizziness that overcame me. I groaned and rolled onto my side to avoid the pain in my back. I opened my eyes and saw heavy boots standing in front of me. Faint memories floated by my head until a boot pulled back then sank into my stomach, throwing me backwards and into the bars.

"Get up, girly~ I'm not done with you and your quick witted words." I heard a growl.

"Do that again, I'm into it, asshole." I grunted, only to recieve the metal capped shoe to my ribs. I spat something that stood out against the white ground. He pulled me to my feet and I saw an Ileth with deeply scared skin.

"Heh, see? I'm still standing. Fuck you. You can't kill me." I spat that liquid into his face and he started to scream as he stumbled backwards. I hated the taste of that bitter crap. He fell scrambling and writhing until his pain faded.

"What in the Dark Realm was that? Why do you keep dping that?" He demanded, threatening to break my skull open with his shoe.

"Is that all you can do? Kick me? I've experienced worse. Beneath, I've gotten my lungs nearly ripped out of my body. Whatever you do isn't gonna phase me." I told him, feeling the bliss of my wounds healing. I stood up and grinned at him. He sank heavy punches into my jaw and I fell to the ground again, still enveloped in bliss.

I stood up and punched him, sending him stumbling.

"You really don't give up, do you, asshat?" I huffed.

"I would have asked you nicely but Selvan knows that kindness isn't gonna do shit with you." I growled, feeling my claws grow. He got up and charged at me. I slashed at his arm and his face then kicked him away.

"Hey bat boy? I'd recommend staying in here for the rest of your life. Might do you some good, got it?" I growled, locking my claws around his throat.

"You're not as helpless as I thought you were, huh?" He huffed.

"Damn, even in a situation where I could squeeze my hand a little and kill you, you're still slinging bullshit at me." I taunted. He grinned.

"You know, the only thing stopping me is morals. Bet that's one thing you don't have." I muttered.

"Well I bet that pussy that was yelling shit at me from the next cell over was your husband? He told me to leave you alone, called you his precious Lethallin too. If he had been put into my cell, I probably would have eaten him." He laughed. I felt something in my eyes change before I lifted my fist and sank it into the side of his head. I got up and let the bliss work for a few moments while my rage built up. I grabbed hold of the bars and rattled them as hard as I could. I felt my arms scream out in pain just before I ripped the bars from their stone with a loud cry of fury. Good thing that asshole was out cold.

"Elliott?" I called out.

I heard my voice echo through the empty stone corridors.

"Decoda!" I heard a familiar voice echo back at me.

"Come to the left!" The voice cried out desperately. I ran down the hall stretching to my left and peered into every cell. It wasn't long before I saw him being restrained my a massive winged man who cloaked his face.

"Elliott!" I growled, "You sorry sack of flesh." I told the winged man as I glared at him.

I bared my teeth and emitted a terrible, deep growl as my claws locked themselves around the bars and ripped them from their stone hold. As the debris crumbled around me, another deep growl escaped me.

"Let him go." A thunderous roar filled the cell. Elliott dropped to the ground as the massive man bowed his head.

"Thank you, ms. Malion. I had misjudged you on our first meeting. I've been watching you since you'd sent me here." He said. His voice was hauntingly familiar. I brought a hand up to my neck and gasped, holding my breath, in the hopes it wouldn't be stolen from me again.

Baal stood in front of me, looming with skeptical, turquoise eyes.

"Baal..." I mumbled, whisps of purple mist floating in my vision. He nodded and I stepped back. Elliott grunted and Ball looked down at him, his massive hands reaching for him. I rushed forward and raked his skin.

"Don't touch him! The last time you layed a finger on him, you nearly killed him!" I yelled, growling at him and baring my sharpened teeth.

"Decoda..." he started, sitting down on the bench behind him. His voice was hoarse.

"What... Why are you here?" I asked cautiously, stepping back with Elliott's arm slung around my shoulders. He coughed and pushed off of me, stumbling sideways. Baal caught him, his hand's length spanning the width of Elliott's chest.

"You'll kill him if you're so reckless with that venom." Baal snarled, a benevolent glare pierced the darkness.

"I'll kill him? You did kill him! Don't you dare compare me with someone as evil as you are! You've taken people's lives! You've taken mine!" I yelled, the mist broiling out of my mouth as I shouted at him. I barged forward and jabbed his chest with my finger.

"You have no business being so hypocritical!" I yelled. He stared at me through half lidded eyes and pushed both me and Elliott aside as he slumped forward and hit the ground with a sickening thud. I gasped and cupped my hands around my mouth. I rushed to his side as he struggled to move. He managed to get himself onto his back while he gasped for air. His half lidded eyes met mine. Tears rolled down the sides of his face and into his long black hair that webbed in strands over his face.

"You need to know... that you can't... reverse your actions... but you can redeem them... you can always redeem them... Decoda. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry for what I've done..." he told me between desperate breaths. The gasping turned to painful wheezing.

"Why did you...?" I whispered in disbelief. He looked at me with teary eyes and forced a smile.

"Thanks to you... I am now able... to join my Absinthe... in the afterlife..." he wheezed, "Get out of here.... behind the throne of bones..." he whispered as his eyes stared through me. He huffed a painful laugh and the wheezing stopped. I took in a shaking breath and blinked tears out of my eyes. As they rolled down my cheeks, I balled my hands up into fists as the realisation sank in. When I opened my eyes again, Baal's hollow eyes stared through mine. I'd killed him. I stood up and turned to the rubble where bars once secluded the cell. Elliott rushed up to me and reached out.

"Are you alright?" I asked more coldly than I meant. He nodded and before he could ask me the same, I walked out of the cell.

"Let's go," I commanded, coldly. I wiped a welling tear away and stormed down the hall. Before I knew it, I was running. Another moment passed and I was flying

[decodamalion]

@nikkywrites thank you so much for tagging me! Now let's see...

I could tell from the glint in the God's completely grey eyes that tears were welling up.

Thats 17! I don't think I even know that many writeblrs.

No pressure to do this ^-^

@gloriafrimpong @speakofthewrite @shades-of-blue @bamboozled-boi @writing-prompt-s @imjustalonesomewriter @universeinapen @darklesmylove @jamjar88 @chokemepansy @vivian-is-writing @viawrites-andacts @writer-aspirantus @neshamahs @random-oc-questions-fairy @writtendevastation @vintage-vamp

(If you're not writing anything. You can gladly have a dialog thing for your ocs!)

WIP Line Chain Game

I was tagged by @amberskywrites @dontcrywrite and @notwritinganyflufftoday so because of that I'm going to do the last three lines in one post.

Rules: Write the latest line from your wip and tag as many people as there are words in the line.

The girl wanders from the town that has been built from the ground in the distance, a bump on the horizon, backlit by setting sun like a halo of wrath.

She has been tense, waiting for a siege to start march, for humans to come with their fire and their fury and burn her just for living. What arrives, though, is a girl with a basket and round face and soft hands; a human Keithia does not believe could be a threat.

That's... 82 words, oh boy. Tumblr started breaking once I got to the mid forties, so I'm tagging 41 people, 2 for each word. I hope that's alright.

Tagging (with no pressure as always): @drbibliophile @gwens-fiction @goblingraveyard @reeseweston @spencecreates @possibledreamswriting @sinish-tem @axel-writes @jovialmisterfox @my-mild-ginger @all-ringils-blazing @gotchaocha @lostdarksoul13 @daddyissuesmademe @writer-aspirantus @nightmaresorpromises @northernrosewritings @ranpo-owns-me @writerdee1701 @thatrandombitch @campcampfanfan @xxtakechancesxx @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @sued134 @coalmine301 @decodamalion @fact-fictionx @imjustalonesomewriter @moonlightcrazyphoenix @vintage-vamp @rebel13lion39 @pinesprings @icannotreadcursive @akindofmagictoo @ziezie13 @little-stories-by-lilly @oxytocin-deprived @beedragony @writtendevastation @talesfromaurea @spockmyashayam

[decodamalion]

Is this too much? I wrote a nightmare as if they were only thoughts.

Or is this better?

[decodamalion]

It's so cute though. United once again, and fully at peace.

[decodamalion]

OC-tober Day 15:

Stitch

These wonderful prompts are provided by @oc-growth-and-development !

Ok I know I've been lazy with all the exerpts n stuff but it fits so well!

This time its a very spoiler-y exerpt from... surprise! Malion: Up In Flames again! As usual, skip if you don't want important parts of the story spoiled!!

More under the cut!

TW: Stitches, Needles, Blood, Cursing, Implied Suicidal Thoughts

Suddenly I heard two people land to my left. I heard a Karmarean curse from Barbara as Alex took my hand and Elliott the other. I stared at the blurry canopy above. Why wasn't I healing...? The question crossed my mind again.

"Brace yourself, Darling." I heard Barbara mutter. I squeezed their hands as a stabbing pain shot into my side. Again and again and again. It travelled all along my wound and I felt my skin being pulled. I gritted my teeth and sputtered out Beneathean curses. Then the stabbing stopped and I relaxed slightly while the new pain calmed. I sipped in a breath when Barbara told me to brace again. This time the continuous stabs entered and exited my shoulder. I allowed yelps and curses until it stopped. Then a horrible realisation hit me. My face was next.

"Barbara, we can't knock her out. It's risky." Alex explained.

"Red or orange?"

"Red."

"Fuck. Alright honey. We're gonna be here for a while. The one in your side took the longest because it was the worst looking one. The one in your arm is arguably the better one. Prepare for the worst one pain whise. I'm sorry, dearie." She explained and I nodded, dreading the agony that was soon to come.

"Wait... I don't know if I'm fit to do this, but she needs it." I heard Elliott's  words. I watched his hand reach over my head and a bright golden glow touch the needle only to have Elliott slump against a tree. A short panic erupted within the small circle but it was calmed tiredly by Elliott moments later. Barbara warned me a second time. The pain vanished with each tap against my skin. I relaxed and waited for all of the pain to disappear. I closed my eyes and focused on the unfamiliar relief. When I heard a small snip around my forehead somewhere, I narrowly opened my eyes and forced out a quiet thank you. Then I was reminded of the evil inside me. Two lives... how could I have done such a thing? Deep black thoughts circled my mind. Suddenly I heard another set of footsteps approaching.

"What in the Beneath Happened here? Decoda! Oh gods..." that was Kaylum... at least I think so... my vision blurred again and this time, when I closed my eyes, Alex didn't shake me out of my painful thoughts.

[decodamalion]

Wanted to post an exerpt

Spoilers for Malion: Up In Flames under the cut

I lost the guards and flew towards Baron's room.

I found him alone, curled up into a ball and shaking.

"Are you alright?" I asked, rushing up to him, my wings falling to ash. I knelt down beside my half-brother and hugged him.

"I-I'm fine," he said, even his voice shaking.

"What happened?" I asked, smiling softly.

"I hate talking in front of people. I'm so glad you're taking over!" He spilled, hugging me back.

"I'm glad that I'm already helping someone out by taking my place on the throne. I don't want you to go through that anymore." I told him, hugging him for a very short amount of time.

"I'm glad you're safe. I don't know what I would have done..." I mumbled.

"I... That was.. Thank you." He huffed, sobbing, "I am so glad Father is dead. I never want to be like him. I will never follow in his footsteps. I will never be King again."