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tongue of silver, taste of blood
Pairing: Aerin x f!MC, Blades of Light and Shadow
Ratings: M (blood, illness, pain, swearing)
Word Count: ~11,000
A/N: This is set after Book 2, with the assumption that Nifara will be the villain? Idk. Thank you to @choicesficwriterscreations for all the work you do on the archive!
Summary: In which Aerin meets the vhampyrs. In which the vhampyrs learn the tale of the mercenaries of Lord Kelvin Gillbottle. And in which that tale gets the ending it deserves.
He feels it, the telltale prickling in his head, a subtle but undeniably present static behind his forehead.
There’s someone else in his mind.
Aerin clears his throat and speaks aloud, alone in the empty cell. “I know you’re there.”
Hello, Little Human. Apparently, you know my tricks. She’s probing, delving into his psyche, but he bats down everything rising to the surface as he desperately searches for a thought to cling to, something innocuous, unrevealing, something that won’t put his entire mission in danger.
“I will tell you…” He cuts off to cough. “I will tell you the story of Lord Kelvin Gill-“
Little Human, I don’t want stories. The voice hisses, but Aerin is certain; he knows, if he can keep his mind focused on nonsense, there will be nothing of value for the voice to discover.
“Well, it’s not about Lord Gillbottle, per se, but more about his mercenaries.”
And so he starts the story, a fanciful tale of roving adventurers becoming heroes, and it continues until the static leaves his mind and, exhausted, he slides into unconsciousness.
~~~~~
“What do you mean the vhampyrs can read minds?”
Aerin jerks awake. It’s cold wherever he is; he’s since lost track of where the vhampyrs led him, somewhere through a maze of never-ending stone stairs and dusty crypts, and even rubbing his hands over his arms doesn’t quell the chill. There’s one blanket, threadbare, draped over his legs, but he refuses to clamber into the bed he was given so when he lies on the floor, the cold of the stone seeps unyielding into his bones.
Searching through the recess of his brain, thankfully, it’s quiet - his thoughts are clear. No static. During the day, the vhampyrs sleep, so he’s alone in his mind; besides, he knows that voice that just echoed in his head.
It wasn’t the vhampyr.
It was a memory. Mal, leaning over a tattered map, in the Palace Archive.
More of the memory returns to him, unbidden.
“What do you mean the vhampyrs can read minds?”
“Not all, but some. The powerful ones. They can delve into your head,” Kade says, a stack of tomes towered beside him to match the two spread open before him, his fingers flipping carefully through weathered pages. It appears that he has pulled every single book he could find on the creatures from the entire Palace Archives; Aerin is almost impressed.
“Can you stop it somehow?” Raine asks, already in planning mode.
“No,” Tyril says, shaking his head. “Not to that I know of. An Elven lord once tried to create a charm of sorts, but it failed miserably. And then they drained his blood and put his head on a stake.”
“Vile creatures.” Imtura crosses her hands over her chest as she speaks. “Are you sure we need to meet with them?”
Rain frowns. “Yes. We need them as allies.”
“But we managed before, with allies that can’t read our minds.” Imtura says.
“The stakes are even higher now.” At least Raine looks apologetic as she continues. “We need anyone we can find.”
Aerin frowns before offering a likely unwelcome interjection. “And, there is something you can do. You can’t stop them from trying to get their way into your head, but you can stop them from finding anything.”
“What do you mean, princeling?” Tyril asks.
Aerin sighs, glancing away. “When someone else is in your mind, you can sense it, feel it. It’s a bit like static in your brain. So, when you sense it starting, you need to think of something else, something you don’t want them to know. Or they will learn everything.”
“Of course you know what it’s like to have voices in your head,” Mal sneers, and Aerin glares back.
“Well, they couldn’t read your mind, as there’s nothing of value there.”
“Enough.” Raine speaks, cutting off the brewing brawl. “It’s not much, but it is something. Time is of the essence here; we will need to split up.” Aerin waits and doesn’t breathe while she surveys the group. “Valax and I will work on that unstable rift. Tyril, could you and Mal travel to the Cliffs of Colaris? Imtura, you will go to Necropolis and meet with the vhampyrs. Nia will accompany you. And…” Aerin shifts his feet as her eyes meet his. “Aerin will go, too.”
Imtura grimaces, swatting his arm; Aerin tries not to wince at the sharp ache. “Looks like it’s you, me, and Nia, princeling.”
At least Raine looks apologetic and hangs back, waiting until the others have left to catch his arm. “Are you ok with this? Going into the vhampyrs’ lair?”
“Where no one has come back from alive?”
“Those are just stories.”
Aerin grimaces and says, “Even the stories are unsettling.”
“They are sentient; I am sure we can reason with them.”
“Are you sure I can’t accompany you instead?”
She sighs. “Kade filled me in on everything he knew about the vhampyrs. Their ways of living, their power structure. I need a diplomat, someone who can drive agreement with them.”
“Imtura can’t do that?”
Raine laughs softly, and it’s so much like music that he’s compelled to smile back. “She can get you physically out of there if need be, and Nia will protect you all with her Light. But I need you to get through to the vhampyrs. Just like you struck an accord with Baroness Isador, I need someone clever to do the same with the immortal.”
He rubs the back of his neck; while he would rather travel with Raine, he can’t doubt the logic. He does have half a mind to doubt the faith she shows in him, but decides to only reply with “I’ll try.”
“I know.” She glances around, making sure that their companions have departed before stepping forward, catching his cheek in her palm. “You’ll come back to me, right?”
“Of course.” He smirks; judging by her raised eyebrow, she’s thinking of all the times he left. And yet, each time, he returned. “Raine. I will always come back to you; I told you, until you order me away, I will be here.” He tangles their fingers together.
“I know. But I am sorry to make you do this.”
“It’s alright.” She has no idea what he would do for her and, before he can profess that lengthy list, she leans forward to press her lips to his.
Aerin’s eyes fly open. They cannot have this part of his memory; he would die before he lets any of the bloodsuckers take it from him. This one is his - and Raine’s - theirs alone.
These memories come like a dream, but he’s unsure whether he’s still sleeping. All he knows is that it’s night.
At least he thinks it is. With no windows, the passage of time has become choppy, incoherent. The servants, clad in dark shrouds, deliver food twice a day; assuming it was dusk and dawn, it’s been two days.
Four meals.
He eats little.
Aerin clambers from the floor, just as the familiar static returns.
Hello, Little Human. The voice speaks, disembodied. He’s alone in the cell, the words only in his mind and, if he weren’t familiar with whispers calling out to him, he’s sure it would be thoroughly disorienting.
“Hello.”
I would like to ask you something. Lady Lilith is still surface level, not digging yet, so he entertains the query.
“What?”
What does the Commander of the Armies of Light want with creatures of darkness?
“You live in this realm, so you have an interest in its continuation, do you not?”
The issues of the human world do not concern us anymore.
“This is bigger than just one race, truly.” The static grows louder and he winces; she’s now deeper, looking for the truth in his words. He begins the story anew. “So Lord Gillbottle had asked the mercenaries to travel through the deep, dark forest.”
This again?
“Yes, it’s called the Deadwood, where I come from. You’d fit right in.”
Very funny, Little Human.
“So Lord Gillbottle sends them to the Deadwood, but he never expected that they would run into the drakna.”
What are drakna?
“Giant monsters. Horrid things. My brother - I mean - anyway. The monsters were chasing a pair of princes.”
Human princes?
“Yes, human princes traveling the kingdom from Whitetower.”
Why were there princes in the Deadwood?
“They were traveling. Do you want to hear the story or not? The mercenaries bravely fought off the drakna and saved the princes.”
Why?
At this, he loses focus. “What do you mean, why?”
Why did they save the princes?
Dumbstruck, he’s not quite sure how to respond. “Have you never done anything because it was the right thing to do?”
There’s laughter, and it’s a brittle, olden sound that seems to travel over centuries. What do you think, Little Human?
“I think you have. I think you have done good before.”
The voice only snorts at that.
“They saved the princes because that is what heroes do. But there was gold involved. Later.”
Later in this interminable tale?
“If you would rather discuss terms of joining the Unified Forces of the Light Realm as we fight the Olden G-”
Enough! The scream echoes around his skull and he winces, palms jumping up to cover his ears. But they do nothing to dim the screech coming from his own mind. It is an insult that the Commander did not come. We will not engage in discussions with feeble diplomats.
Aerin drops his hands, stung. “I’m not just a diplomat.”
What do you mean? The voice changes to a purr and he realizes, a split-second too late, that he lost control.
“I mean to say, would you like me to continue the story?”
If you are not just a diplomat, then who are you?
Aerin doesn’t reply, only runs through times tables in his mind until he feels ready to speak. He doesn’t want to give them any ammunition.
Indeed, he’s not quite sure he knows the answer himself.
Finally, when he has assured himself that his thoughts and voice are all under control, he speaks. “The princes gave the mercenaries gold to accompany them through the forest. Well, they promised them gold. But before they got the gold, they needed to set up camp for the night. So they all set up camp by a lake, and settled down.”
And so the story continues until the static subsides, and he is finally left alone with his thoughts.
~~~~~~
Would you like to see my fangs?
The buzzing in his skull howls, and he forces it aside. “That is a very odd question, not something polite company generally asks.”
Lady Lilith giggles. Would you? The others always seem fascinated.
And then she’s there, the door flying open at her inhuman strength; Aerin can just glance through the doorway to see a milling servant before Lady Lilith closes it again, the slam shaking the walls.
“Hello,” he says, rising from where he had been picking through his meal (breakfast or dinner, who could ever tell?). “I’m flattered to warrant a visit.”
“You cannot see my fangs without my presence.”
“I am not sure that -“
“When the humans come, they always stare. Wouldn’t you like a peek?”
He doesn’t yet know what to make of her. She looks remarkably like a child, a rather pale one, but still small. Her bony wrists peek out from her shroud and her smile is almost impish in candlelight, but, when she speaks, Gods, Aerin cannot believe he ever considered her young. The weathered tone of her low voice carries eons, millennia, and it echoes dully in his ears. “I am not interested in your fangs. I am interested in your alliance.”
She’s at his side in an instant, the superhuman speed a blur to his human eye, and her thin fingers drag his hair back so his neck is bared. It’s an uncomfortable angle, the crown of his head tilted so far towards the side of the room that his throat feels stretched and his eyes water, but he forgets the pain when he feels two pin-sharp teeth, right at his jugular.
“I could do it. Right now.” She’s so close her lips brush against his skin with every word, breath tickling the curls that graze his neck, and his heart leaps into a frenetic pace in his chest. “I can see your pulse, Little Human. So close. May I just- may I taste?”
“No.”
“But it smells so delicious. You don’t understand, do you, what it does to us. Like metal and vengeance and pain. May I?”
It’s a struggle to stay still, but he does, though the nails digging into his scalp make his eyes water, though all he can see is the uneven ceiling above his head. If he sways closer, the sharp points will pierce his skin and, if he moves farther, the hand gripping his curls would snap his neck. “No.”
Finally, with a low groan, she releases him. “You’re lucky you are somewhat amusing. Little Human.”
“Aw, you noticed? I’m touched.”
“I do hope your Commander comes for you.” She steps toward the door, turning as her hand grasps the handle. “It would be a shame if you perished before she arrived.”
By the tone of her voice, Aerin is not sure she considers it any shame at all.
~~~~~
When he is sure it’s daytime (at least he thinks, he thinks, he thinks he is losing his mind) and the vhampyrs are asleep in coffins of their own, he tries to remember, as much as he can, anything, anything at all, that would prove useful.
He remembers packing for the trip, a satchel long lost.
He remembers leading horses over uneven terrain and then, when the path was too treacherous, walking on foot, for days.
And he remembers the starkness of the ruins, Necropolis empty and falling into dust before his very eyes.
“Where are we supposed to look?” Nia asks, carefully stepping over a fallen column.
“The crypts.” Aerin answers. It feels a betrayal (yet another one) to hope they don’t find it.
They pass ruins and more ruins. Buildings, crumbling to dust. Town squares, desolate and silent save for the howling wind. It’s old, deserted, and they walk down streets of rubble until they come to the center of the city and one solitary mausoleum.
Aerin has seen his share of palaces, but this stands alone in his mind. It’s the only structure truly standing for miles, four stone walls seemingly untouched by the ravages of time. The walls are a deep gray, imposing and strong; if not for the rays of twilight glinting across the stone, they would look almost black. They enclose a space no larger than a single room at the Whitetower palace, short and squat. There are no windows, only an imposing metal door stretching into a pointed arch.
“Is this the place?” Imtura’s eyes are dubious as she takes in the stone. “I don’t know if I can fit inside.”
“Must be. It must go down, underneath the city.” Aerin answers.
Imtura cuts her eyes to him before she turns to the iron-wrought door with a shake of her head. “Shall we?”
“No, let’s wait. We need to give it a few minutes.”
“Why?” Nia looks curiously at him.
“The vhampyrs won’t be awake. They sleep during the day and… and hunt at night. We need to catch them right as they wake up.”
“How do you know all this, landrat?”
“Books in the Archives, research.” He shrugs. “It’s mostly fable, but better than nothing.”
“Anything else we should know?” Nia asks.
“They do not feel temperature; those receptors on their skin are all dead. They drink blood, obviously, but also eat things full of blood, organs, the like. Don’t eat the food. It’s not meant for human or orc consumption; legends claim that ingesting food touched by the hands of an immortal can make you ill. Like, incredibly, deadly ill.”
“Sounds pleasant.”
“Indeed.” Aerin wracks his brain for any other tidbit of information he has gleaned from the archives. “The clan is about fifty individual vhampyrs, all sharing a fang line.”
Nia glances at him. “A fang line?”
“The clan is all descended from the bite of the clean leader. Very hierarchical, and we will be expected to show extreme deference to the leaders. And they are very devoted to those in the clan; loyalty is highly valued.”
“So they probably won’t take too kindly to betrayers, will they, princeling?”
Aerin shakes his head, something like dread pooling in his stomach. “Probably not.” Not one race in the world takes kindly to traitors; it’s not like the vhampyrs would be an exception. “I don’t remember much else. It’s been so long since I dove into that section of the archives.”
“It’s fine.” Nia smiled reassuringly. “I’m sure it will be enough.”
“Reckon we can enter now?” Imtura asks.
Aerin surveys the horizon. The sun has just dipped below treeline; while the hazy clouds above reflect a few pale rays, it is undoubtedly dusk. “Yes. We should go.”
Imtura leads them closer down the path, weathered and crunching beneath their feet, and they stand before the unnervingly imposing door of the tiny building.
Something tickles in Aerin’s memory, something about visiting.
Before he can parse the recollection, Imtura knocks and the door creaks open. A tall, thin vhampyr stands before them; Aerin tries not to gape, but he’s sure his mouth is hanging open. This is the first vhampyr he’s seen in the flesh and, while he knows that staring is a rudeness, he can’t help himself. The vhampyr is pale, his flesh almost glowing like moonlight, and his eyes beam a pale red that seems to overshadow his entire face. His cape is deep obsidian, flowing out behind him in the evening breeze, and thin fingers curl around the door.
Those red eyes stare at them for entirely too long; Aerin shivers under their weight but, if Raine is relying on his diplomacy, then he has no choice but to step forward.
“Hello. My name is Aerin Valleros, emissary of the Commander of the Armies of Light,” Aerin bobs his head in greeting and gestures to each of his party, “and these are my companions, Imtrua Tal Kaelen, of the United Clans of Flotilla, and Nia Ellarious, Head Priestess of the High Temple of Whitetower.”
If the vhampyr knew of them, he did not react, only continued to drive his eerie gaze straight into Aerin’s soul.
Aerin inhales before continuing. “We are here on behalf of the Commander to discuss a matter of deep import that would affect the entire realm.”
Still, the vhampyr says nothing, the silence eerie and cold, though his long fingers tighten against the doorway. Slowly, he steps back, and Aerin shares a glance with Nia and Imtura. Shrugging, Imtura takes a step forward and, as her foot hovers over the threshold, Aerin grabs her arm, stopping her in her tracks. She only raises an eyebrow but obliges, taking a step back.
Aerin addresses the vhampyr. “May we come in?”
His heart hammers as he waits but, finally, there is a slight smile and the ghoul speaks at last, voice like the rattle of a scroll over every consonant. “Please be welcome.”
They follow his silent footsteps and, in a low tone, Aerin whispers, “We need to be invited inside. It’s important to them.”
Imtura only shrugs and ducks as they follow down a pale stairwell, torches lighting the way on each side. Aerin loses track of how deep into the earth they travel, but, eventually, the stairs open into a wide entryway where three additional vhampyrs await them. This is obviously the ruling family. There’s a broad man clad in a black cape, looking impossibly tall in the flickering torches. The woman beside him is adorned in a dazzling deep red gown, lace dancing up a gray collarbone to highlight a dazzling blood-red gemstone dangling from a satin ribbon. And then there’s a girl, perhaps twelve, looking intently at them, clad in a simple dark shroud clamped tightly around her torso with thin hands that taper off into pointed nails.
“Hello.” Aerin nods and, though his mouth runs suddenly dry, he curls his fingers into his palms and continues. “I am is Aerin Valleros, the emissary of the Commander of the Armies of Light, and these are my companions, Imtrua Tal Kaelen, of the United Clans of Flotilla, and Nia Ellarious, Head Priestess of the High Temple of Whitetower.” Imtura and Nia step forward, Nia with a small curtsy.
The three vhampyrs turn and look at each other before the man steps forward. “I am Baron Claudius, and this is Madame Miriam.” The woman curtsies as she is introduced, and a hint of fang peeks out underneath burgundy lipstick. “And this little one is Lady Lilith. Thank you for respecting our customs; as we would not seek to enter your home uninvited, we appreciate your courtesy of the same.” The child smiles, a tight, forced movement, and terror creeps up Aerin’s spine.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, and we thank you for your hospitality. We come about a war brewing in the realm of Light and seek your assistance.”
“A war?” Madame Miriam, mouth agape.
Imtura jumps in. “And it will come for you if we can’t stop it.”
“Ha. War does not concern us,” Baron Claudius scoffs. “We have seen many wars over the millennia and outlasted them all.”
Aerin tries not to shiver as he speaks, but the underground chill winds its way through his tunic. “This war is different. The Old Gods come for the Realm, and they shall spare none.”
The Baron stares at him, eyes narrow, before turning back to his companions for another round of wordless conversation. Aerin barely has a moment to wonder if they’re in each other’s minds when there is a hum, right in the center of forehead, and then a soft whir of static stretching to his temples.
‘No.’
He purposely clears his mind, surveying each of the vhampyrs in turn, the frown of the Baron, the smirk of Madame Miriam’s rouged lips, the forceful eyes of Lady Lilith.
‘Begone!’
With a sigh, the static recedes. He tries to catch the eye of one of his companions, to see if they had felt the same, when Madame Miriam speaks.
“We could… we could discuss the matter over our evening meal.”
“Splendid,” the Baron nods, but his smile stays contained to his lips. “Come.”
With only a worried glance between each other, Aein, Nia, and Imtura make their way further into the crypts.
Aerin wonders if he should have turned around then, should have fled, given up on the vhampyr allies and ran, like a coward.
He has plenty of experience in that, after all.
No. Not anymore. Not now, he wouldn’t have. He remembers his last conversation with Raine, the earnestness on her face, her hands sure and soft in his.
Even knowing his fate rests within these damp walls, he would do it all over again.
~~~~~
On the third day, Lady Lilith brings him a tray of food in person.
The blanket is still wrapped around his legs, accomplishing nothing against the frigid underground floor, but he scrambles up as soon as he sees her.
“Lady Lilith, hello.” He bows his head. “To what do I owe this visit?”
“I come with your breakfast.”
“Thank you.” He doesn’t need to lift the lid to know it is the fat and muscle of some unfortunate animal. Raw. The smell is familiar enough by now. “I would offer you a seat but, as you see, I have no chair.”
“I prefer the floor.” She gracefully lowers to the ground, knees tucked primly beneath her, and studies him under eyelashes that are tinged with white. “You know, we do get some word of human events.”
“Truly?” he asks, placing the platter down before joining her on the ground.
“Yes. We know a bit of the outside world, but had no idea the emissaries of Light would dare come see us.” Lady Lilith looks about him, almost bored, but there is an edge to her voice that sets Aerin nerves aflame.
“And what do you hear from outside?”
“Snippets. Stories of those who live in the Light Realm.” She waves her hand, dismissive, unaffected. “The Elves have magic, the Orcan do not. And there are humans, like you.” Her violet eyes darken as they glare at him. “They serve a King. A Valleros King.”
Aerin freezes, breath shallow. “Oh?”
“You did say…” She leans forward so they are at eye level; he can see her pupils narrow in the center of her violet irises. “You did say your name was Aerin, correct?”
He doesn’t answer until her hand drapes over his shoulder, and those gray talons dig into his skin. “Yes.”
“Aerin Valleros.”
“Yes.”
She straightens with triumph in her eyes. “So we have a Little Prince, do we not?”
“You’ve heard of me? I’m flattered.” He’s sure his smirk wavers, and it takes every focus to steady it.
“Why does a Prince follow the Commander? Is that how it works in the human world?”
He takes too long to answer, and soon, the buzzing is back. Little Prince?
“Don’t call me that.”
Why not?
A memory resurfaces, Itty Bitty Prince, and he shoves it down, away, away. “So the two princes and the mercenaries awoke, and the drakna had recaptured them.”
This again?
“They all awoke inside the drakna nest, a vile place, these gross cocoons suspended over the forest floor. Just a mass of goo so thick the sunlight cannot penetrate.”
I don’t like sunlight anyway.
“I’m aware, but humans live in sunlight; we need it to see. So our mercenaries and princes were all trapped in this vile goo cocoon, and the hero rescued them.”
Wait, who is the hero?
“One of the mercenaries, please keep up.”
Ah, of course.
“She used her sword and arrows to free her friends and the princes and, while they all were rescued, they actually killed the drakna queen, the biggest and baddest of the monsters. But there was still trouble afoot.”
Does this story ever end?
“The princes were actually evil.”
Oooh, a twist. I like it.
“Yes, but the mercenaries didn’t know that. The princes are hiding their evil nature, one better than the other.”
Are they really evil? Or do people just think that they are evil because they don’t understand?
Aerin stops and stares at her, watching the violet in her eyes dim. He knows he’s out of practice dealing with emotions, but he is clever, quick-witted, and, after years of deception, he understands people. There’s something here. “Lady Lilith, will you speak with me? In person?” The static recedes.
“Aren’t you going to tell the rest of the story?” she asks aloud.
“I don’t think you’re evil. You know that, right? And neither does the Commander. If we did, we wouldn’t have come here. We wouldn’t want to be allies.”
Lady Lilith studies him for so long that he starts to fear he read her wrong. But then she leaps to her feet, her shroud swirling about her like a ghostly mist. “I will…” She opens the door and fixes him with an inscrutable glance. “I will speak with you tomorrow.”
~~~~~
And on that day, he’s starving.
“You know we don’t really eat this food, right?”
There is a pause in his brain. What do you mean?
“Humans need different food than you. We don’t drink-” He eyes the copper pitcher at his side dubiously. “-blood.”
There is a longer pause. You don’t?
“Do you remember being alive? Being mortal?”
Vaguely. It was so long ago.
“Well, when you were, I assure you, unless you were a mosquito, you did not drink blood.”
It’s been so, so long.
“You must have seen a lot of change.” Aerin wonders what it’s like to watch time flow past you while you yourself remain still. Probably like watching Whitetower from a prison window, he supposes, or watching the walls of an underground crypt. Time passes somehow while you yourself don’t move.
It’s hard to keep track of, sometimes. I guess we forget how to care for a human.
“You should have started with a dog.”
She chuckles and the static blooms in his mind before trailing away and Aerin is, once again, alone with his thoughts.
He waits, watching the door, and when she doesn’t return after an interminable time, he peeks at the food under the platter. As he guessed, inedible raw meat of indeterminate origin. However, he’s out of options.
Snatching a torch from the wall, he does his best. Tilting the platter lets him rotate the meal without touching it and, though it burns his fingers a few times, eventually he can make enough of a char that at least it isn’t raw.
His own warnings about the vhampyr food echo as he takes his first bite. And then his second. And then he is losing count, for the bites that follow consist of him ingesting the food as fast as he can.
His stomach roils as he finally empties the platter and, while his vision is a little wonky, he feels decent - well, as decent as one can be when trapped in a crypt full of vhampyrs. So he supposes that’s something.
~~~~~
Worse than the hunger is the solitude. It's tedious, pacing the four walls of his cell, one direction and then the other to break up the monotony. And it's also terribly lonely. Ever since he rejoined Raine and her party, he had thought - hoped - that the heartache that followed him since birth might be healing, every jovial conversation and gentle caress sewing up a deep pain like mending a rip in fabric.
Unfortunately, it's easier to be alone when it's all you know; now that he's known friendship, love, well, this loneliness is excruciating.
On day five, Lady Lilith finally returns with some water.
“Oh, hello, Lady Lilith. You’re awake.” He clambers up and bows; time seems to flow differently within the four walls of his cell. Wasn’t it the middle of the day? “How can you spend your time speaking with me? Don’t you need to feed?”
Her laugh is bitter, older than time itself, and it sends a shiver down his spine. “I have servants to hunt for me. Here. Drink.”
He looks into the pitcher, eyebrow raised. There is a fir sprig floating at the top, and three shiny pebbles glint at the bottom. “Thank you.”
“It’s from the river in the woods. Far from Necropolis. It should be safe.”
He takes a tentative sip, and then another, and soon he is gulping his way through the entire pitcher. “It’s perfect. Hint of pine.”
“I can get more. Tomorrow. The sun will be up soon.”
“It will?” Without a window, time is meaningless.
She sits across from him, gnawing her lower lip where a smear of red appears to be drying. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
“Are you one of the princes?”
“Who? … oh, from the story.” He pauses. “I’m flattered that you’re actually invested in my tale.”
“Well?”
He checks his mind and, thankfully, he is alone; it’s much harder to deceive someone who can hear your thoughts.. “I am a prince but, Lady Lilith, it’s just a story.”
She frowns, as if his answer is unsatisfactory. “And how does it end, Little Prince?”
“Please stop calling me-”
“How does it end?”
“I… I’m not sure.” He knows how parts of the story end, of course, the defeat of the Dreadlord and the Ashen Empress, and the rise of Nifara. But the entire story? “I guess we will have to see when I get to the conclusion.”
“I like happy endings.”
“... I would not have guessed that.”
She giggles, hand over her lips, and only the pale skin and purple eyes give away the fact that she is not a normal child. “Who doesn’t like a happy ending? Will this story have a happy ending? Please?”
Aerin looks around the room, the windowless walls, the coffin as the sole piece of furniture, the fact that he hasn’t seen the sun in a week, and the only answer he can provide is “I’m not sure.”
~~~~~
“Please, be seated.”
The table is adorned with a tablecloth of deep red, a couple servants smoothing the edges while another carts pitchers to the table. Four serving platters sit covered, the closest just inches away from the ivory plate and crystal wine glass placed in front of him.
It smells of decay.
Imtura sits to his right, muscles tense and ready, while Nia’s face is only calm and curious. He sometimes envies her inner strength, her fortitude under challenging conditions, and never more so than now, as six unnaturally colored eyes follow his every move.
When the servants lift the platters’ covers with a flourish, Aerin can only stare in horror at what emerges underneath, more innards than he has ever seen - entrails, one platter stacked with hearts glistening so vividly that he can only imagine they were beating just hours ago, red jellied concoctions dotted with organ meat. Then, servants pour red liquid into his wine glass, and he needs to fight the dry heave as the smell of iron wafts up. Nia turns to him and all he can do is shake his head, subtly; they cannot and should not consume this.
“Thank you for your hospitality, but I regret that we cannot partake of your generosity this evening,” he says, swallowing down the bile, “Unfortunately we cannot eat a single-”
“Why?” Lady Lilith looks at him, tilting her head. “I assure you, these are from animals. No… humans were harmed in the making of this meal. You are a human, yes?” The last question is a purr, and all of Aerin’s hackles rise.
“I am. And we eat our meat-”
“If these delicacies were created from people, would you eat them?” Madame Miriam asks, and he could almost believe in her naivete had her eyes not been gleaming like the ruby at her throat.
His stomach turns. “Unfortunately, I would rather spend our time discussing the great threat to our Realm. The Commander of the Armies of Light is gathering allies-”
“And where is this Commander of yours?” Lady Lilith lifts her fork, sharp points of her fingernails gleaming like a knife edge, and, too swiftly for his eyes to catch, stabs it into the center of a heart, plucking it triumphantly from the platter. “Could they not come to beg for assistance themselves?”
Imtura crosses her arms over her chest. “Unfortunately, she’s busy at the moment.”
“But we are her trusted emissaries and I assure you that any agreement we make will be-” Aerin jumps in, but it’s too late.
“We would prefer to discuss the matter with your Commander.” Baron Claudius interjects around a mouthful of liquid. Aerin is watching a drop of red pool at the corner of his lips, just beginning to descend down his graying chin when he feels it - again - the buzz in his mind.
Quickly, he surveys the table; the Baron still swigs his blood, Madame Miriam is cutting a piece of jellied carcass, but Lady Lilith, the young one, is staring at him as if she were trying to drill through his skull.
He imagines that she is.
‘Begone from my mind.’
He realizes in shock that he has found the leader of the fang line, in the guise of a small slender child.
Her voice is a hiss in his head. ‘You’re clever, Little Human.’ It’s nauseating, the familiarity of another’s voice in his brain, another’s whispers he can’t drown out; this time, there is no stone to rip from his chest to end the hushed tone rattling his brain.
‘Begone,’ he grinds back. ‘Leave my head.’ When the static doesn’t abate, he fills his head with song, as loudly as he can without moving his lips. Just when Gartho is about to abscond with the queen’s buttons and hood, it’s gone. The roar leaves his head, and he is left with blessed silence.
“Do you really think we should get involved in the affairs of mortals?” Madame Miriam is asking once his attention returns to the table.
The Baron opens his mouth to reply, but Lady Lilith beats him to it, standing with a clatter. “We may, but only if we can speak to this Commander herself.”
The other two vhampyrs stand, and Aerin is wise enough to know they are being dismissed, so he stands as well, Nia and Imtura following.
“We will relay this information and return post haste. I am sure that -”
“Not all of you will.” Lady Lilith’s mouth opens into a smile that showcases her shiny, deadly teeth; Aerin averts his eyes. “One of you will stay. To ensure she will come.”
“Excuse me? No one is staying.” Imtura takes a step forward, as if to go through the table, but Aerin stops her with a hand on her bicep.
Lady Lilith’s eyes flash molten violet, and she says, “I want an assurance that your Commander will visit us in person. Either two of you leave or none of you do.”
Aerin has made many misjudgments in his life, far too many to count, but he’s sure that this could play out one of two ways. In one scenario, he, Nia, and Imtura die. And in the other? “Fine,” he replies, directly to Lady Lilith and her fanged smile.
“Aerin, what do you-?”
“Nia, it’s fine.”
Lady Lilith’s smile grows wider, and she claps her hands together in murderous glee. “Excellent. It’s decided. The human boy will stay.”
“No.” Imtura moves as if to reach for her axes, and his fingers tighten.
“Imtura, stop.”
“Have you lost it, landrat?”
“It’s fine.” He grinds out, dropping his voice to a whisper. “They could kill us all before you manage to pull one ax, I assure you.”
“We can’t leave you here, Raine will-”
“Raine will come. We will have our detente. It will be fine.” He holds her gaze, just long enough that she softens, and then he drops her arm with a sigh. Turning to the vhampyrs, he speaks louder. “And you assure me that they will have safe passage out of the city?”
“Surely. We’d never go back on our word.” Lady Lilith’s smirk does not give him confidence, but none of this plan gives him any kind of surety.
He steps forward with one last glance to Nia and Imtura, hoping they can read his plea to flee. And then, turning to the vhampyr leader, he nods. “I will stay.”
“Splendid. Follow me. I will show you to your quarters.”
He doesn’t watch Nia and Imtura leave - he can’t. Unfortunately, he lacks the bravery to watch them go silently, to not call out to them and beg them to wait, so he doesn’t even turn. He only follows Lady Lilith’s careful footsteps down more steps than he can count, mind-boggling pathways carved of the earth and inhabited for thousands of years. Just when he is sure he’s seen these particular cobblestones previously on their trek, she stops, pointing to a doorway.
“And this is where you will stay.”
Aerin’s eyes widen as he takes in the room. He’s definitely stayed in worse accommodations, but, with the past year at his back, his hackles rise at yet another prison cell. His fingers tremble, and his breath hitches shortly, hints of gray at the edges of his vision, before he can return to himself. Vaguely, so long ago it may have been another life, he remembers telling Raine to take a deep breath, right when the current of pain threatened to tear her away, and he is grateful for the reminder even as he stores it as far out of reach as possible. He inhales, slowly, and glances around.
There is one large room, windowless like all the others, and the three torches are too few to provide much light in the chilly chamber. To the right is a small door, almost certainly leading to a washroom or lavatory, but his gaze is transfixed by the deep mahogany at the center of the room.
“Is that… is that meant to be my bed?”
“Yes?” Lady Lilith eyes him, and he tries to stifle his discontent. “Is something wrong?”
“It’s just… humans don’t sleep in coffins.”
“Then what do you sleep in?”
“Beds?”
She narrows her eyes, pondering. “You know, I vaguely remember beds.”
“Do you? Because this is not exactly…”
“It will need to do.” Her voice sounds curt, eyes assessing. “If your Commander is all you claim, you won’t be here for long.”
“She is all I claim and more.”
“Well, then.”
She turns to leave, but Aerin stops her with one more question. “Am I truly to remain stuck in this room?”
“It’s safer for you if you do.” She yanks open the door, forcefully, and Aerin is struck, but the incongruity of her slight frame and the fearsome strength it holds. “But this lock here will make sure of it.”
The door closes with a slam, and his shoulders droop. He should be used to prisons. He’s been in his fair share recently.
But none so unnervingly creepy.
When his eyes fly open, his mind is ablaze in static and he sits up in a panic, shockingly thrown awake in a mere instant. “I can sing you the ballad - it’s a good one. How Gartho Swindled the Elven Queen.”
No need.
“Did you know that the mercenaries helped at the Battle of Whitetower?” His stomach aches, an empty yawning sensation that makes it hard to focus on his words.
Do you dream often?
“Never. I never do.”
Don’t lie to me, Little Prince.
He squints his eyes, trying to fight back the buzz in his mind. “Perhaps I prefer to keep my dreams to myself.”
Why? That was a boring dream. And I was there for it; I already knew what happened. Do you know why I wanted you to stay?
“Stay here?”
Yes.
He’s not entirely sure he wants to know the answer. “Why?”
Because you fought me. The others, the green one, your pretty friend, they didn’t even know I was there.
“You mean they didn’t know you were in their heads?” So much for his advice.
The green one thinks of her mother. And the pretty one wanted to help us. But you? You fought me. And after so long, I do like a challenge?
“So if I had let you see into my mind, you would have let me go?”
Maybe. Maybe not. It may still have ended up like your dream. Who knows?
After a life lived as a miserable failure, it’s only fitting that his success lead him into a vhampyr’s lair. “Do you dream?”
Lady Lilith hums, and it makes his brain shake. Sometimes. Sometimes I dream of things far past, of people I once cared for. Do you?
I do not, I do not, I do not. Perhaps if he repeats it enough, it will be true.
I can tell you are lying.
“I dream of the mercenaries.” He will never reveal the dreams he revels in, keeps close to his heart. “Where did I leave off in my tale?”
Your stories are tiresome.
“I am tiresome. So the mercenaries were just leaving the forest with the evil princes when they had to part ways.”
Why?
“They were going in separate directions, but one of the evil princes knew they would meet again.”
How?
“Uh… evil ways?” Aerin shrugs, even though she cannot see it, and continues on. “But they do meet again. Later. The mercenaries go on their way to the Elven city, and the princes return home to the palace.”
What is the Elven city like?
“I’ve never been.” He’d always wanted to visit, had read tomes about it at the Archives, but only King Arlan and the Crown Prince had been permitted to visit. “I’ve heard it chiseled into a mountain.”
So there is no daylight. Maybe I could visit.
“Would you like to?”
Yes. There is… much in this world I have not seen.
“Odd, since you’ve been alive for so long.”
Most places do not take kindly to immortal visitors and most people do not visit us. We’ve never had a human visitor before.
“Can’t imagine why,” Aerin mumbles.
We’ve had humans come, a few, but only to request to be turned. Or to hunt us.
“I can imagine that those hunters turned into the hunted.”
She chuckles. Yes, very quickly… and deliciously.
“Did you turn any of them?”
The ones we took a liking to. Sometimes, it doesn’t work and they perish, most painfully.
He shudders. If his current predicament is bad, he can’t imagine worse.
What is it like in the human world?
The question seems honest, curious, and the static doesn’t deepen - she’s not probing his thoughts and memories for information. “It’s not underground, for one. Our buildings are above ground since we can be in the sunlight, and there are towns and cities where many humans live together, much like this.”
Are they all related? Like us?
“Not everyone in a city, but families will usually share a home.”
Do you have a home?
His gut twists and his fingers tremble, a curious unsettling shake, so he curves his hands into fists so tight his fingernails dig into flesh. “I did. Once. But now I travel by the Commander’s side, mostly.”
So you are always working.
“It’s not always work. We share meals, for example, share stories. Campfires and adventures and… other things.” Aerin needs to screw his eyes shut to hide the tears welling just behind his eyelids. Thinking about Raine hurts.
You are very loyal to your Commander.
“I wasn’t always.” It might be a mistake to divulge, but his situation can’t get much worse. “We went through a lot of struggles to get to where we are.”
Why? Is… Is your Commander mean?
“What? No! The struggles were mine and mine alone.” He swallows hard. “The Commander is… incredible. You will see when you meet her.”
Do you still think she is coming?
He doesn’t answer the question. In his heart, he knows that she would never leave any of them behind. But in his mind, well, he can see the danger of bringing the entire party to Necropolis and, if she had to lose a member of her party, unfortunately, the non-magical weakling betrayer would be the most logical choice, regardless of whatever undefined attachment existed between them.
Lady Lilith continues. Or do you think she will leave you to be locked away with the vhampyrs, never to be freed?
He doesn’t answer that question either, but shoots back one of his own. “If she does come, what will you do when she arrives?”
Lady Lilith doesn’t reply.
~~~~~
It starts slowly.
His mind starts to play tricks on him, a flash of light where none exists, a phantom touch when he’s alone. He opens his eyes to see Raine, standing in a corner looking downcast; when he leaps up to greet her, she disappears, his hands wrapping around cold air.
He could almost brush it off as a symptom of imprisonment when the cough begins, settling in his chest as a heavy weight.
His voice cracks in the middle of the tale. He’s just recounting how the mercenaries are gathering troops to fight the Ashen Empress when Lady Lilith interjects.
Do you need water?
“From the river? Sure, thank you.”
When Lady Lilith returns, he’s overheating despite the chill, traces of sweat beginning at his hairline, slipping down his face.
“Are you alright?”
“Of course.” He wipes his brow. “Now where was I?”
“The evil Ashen Empress. Was she evil like the princes?”
“I…” It takes him far longer than he’d like to answer this question. “No. The princes were different. The Empress wanted to kill everyone.”
“Sometimes those that the world thinks are murderers are actually something different.”
His head begins to throb. “Lady Lilith, are you speaking in riddles?”
“No, continue, continue. So the mercenaries prepare for war.”
“Yes. So they all get ready, very exciting. Even the bard is there.”
“Who?”
“The hero’s brother. He tells stories, sings tales of old.”
“Like you?”
“This isn’t a tale of old! This was about the Battle of-”
“I thought it was just a story.” Lady Lilith narrows her eyes.
“Of course it is.”
“Then, will you ever tell me the ending? How does it end?”
He doesn’t know; he can only pray - not here, not here, please, not here. “I will tell you the end, but-” He’s cut off by a cough. “Do you… do you mind if we continue the story later? I’m not… I forget the words.”
Lady Lilith looks confused, but nods. Aerin doesn’t look up as she leaves, only focusing on a singular point on the stone floor to keep the nausea at bay.
~~~~~
Seven days.
Fourteen meals.
Though he may have lost count.
~~~~~
Ten days.
The world sways, as if his vision were failing or if he were no longer on solid ground, instead tilted at stomach-churning angles.
That morning (or whatever ill-defined time the exhaustion threatens to take him away), he can’t take the chill of the floor any longer, so he grabs the wispy blanket and crawls into the coffin.
The walls are green velvet, soft, and it’s absurdly comfortable.
Dimly, before sleep takes him, he thinks that he might want to stay there forever.
~~~~~
Thirteen days.
The blood in his veins burns. Is it his own?
If they were going to come, wouldn’t they be here by now?
~~~~~
“And then the portals opened, and the battle began.” Aerin tries to move his eyelids, but they only open halfway. He can see the ceiling through the flutter of his lashes, and the sweat pouring off him has soaked the velvet of his coffin. If he could get up, he’s sure he would see a wet imprint of his body in darkened green, but he can’t even imagine moving.
“Were they all there?”
“Hmmm…. Who?” Aerin’s losing his mind and he’s pretty sure he lost the plot of his own story, but he can see the moon from his cell twirling in frantic circles before his eyes but he’s underground (he thinks, he thinks) so he’s sure he’s seeing things but can he truly be sure of anything anymore? What story was he telling?
“The mercenaries?”
“Where?”
“At the battle against the Ash Empress!”
“Ah, yes. They were there. They all were. The Hero, the priestess, the Orcan princess, the grumpy mage, the insufferable rogue.”
“Was the bard there?”
He blinks. The walls appear to be dripping blood. “Yes. Why? Is that your favorite character?”
“I appreciate a good storyteller.”
“Ah…” Aerin trails off as his vision is almost entirely red. “Well, I do… I do apologize that I am not…” And then there is only darkness.
~~~~~
It’s dark.
It’s always so dark.
~~~~~
“Wake up, wake up, wake up, Little Prince!”
It’s painful to open his eyes. His head hammers in pain, almost overpowering Lady Lilith’s words, but he can hear the years in her voice over his headache. “What?”
“You need to stay awake, Little Prince.”
He is exhausted, so bone-weary that the strength to hold her gaze is painful. “I want to sleep.”
“No.” There is panic in the word. “No, you mustn’t, you mustn’t.” He nods, but his eyes slide shut. “No! Please. Tell me… tell me about the story.”
“What about it?” he murmurs.
“It’s always been real, hasn’t it?”
His lips are so dry that he tastes blood every time he licks his lips. “What has?”
“The story. The mercenaries.”
“Of course… mostly.” Even his bones are tired, but he doesn’t need to defend himself from the outside voices in his brain anymore. His mind is empty.
“Little Prince.” Lady Lilith grabs his shoulders and shakes; he winces. “Sorry. Tell me the story again.”
“Which one?”
“Any one.” His eyes flutter shut, and she rubs his shoulder, gentler this time. “Aerin!”
“The Heroes went into the forest and defeated the monsters and saved the princes. And they all fought a God of Old. It was real.”
“You were there.”
“Yes, we all were.” The cold has seeped into his brain, and every inhale audibly cracks his ribs.
“Your companions? The travelers we dined with? They were there?” He can only nod. “And who is your green friend?”
“The tough one.”
“And the pretty human?”
“The kind one.”
“And which character are you?”
There are spots in Aerin’s visions, dark masses that sway about the periphery. “The one who either leaves…” He breaks off with a cough so deep it feels like it’s scarring his lung with every forceful exhale. “Or gets left behind.” And then the black spots enlarge and swallow him whole.
~~~~~
There’s sunlight. Aerin looks around him in awe. There’s sunlight!
He takes a deep breath of the fresh forest air, looking around in utter delight. The canopy of trees about his head is sparse, allowing ample daylight to filter through, and the harmonies of song and merriment carry down a dirt path.
As he steps forward, he realizes in an instant where he is. These are the woods outside Riverbend and, as he turns the corner nearing the temple, he stops short at the figure waiting for him, lounging on a boulder.
“Raine!” He jogs forward, smiling growing wider with every step, until he slows when he is mere feet from her. As she stands, there is fury painting her flawless features. “Raine, what’s wrong?”
Her voice drips venom. “You lied to me.”
“What?” He wracks his brain for deception and nothing comes. “I… no, no longer. What do you mean?”
“You said you would come back.”
“I… I am here now.” He’s not quite sure what she’s referring to, but he’s standing right before her, in the flesh. “I am here. I will always be here.”
“That is not true, Aerin. That is what you do. You leave.”
“But I -”
“You leave me.”
“No.” He shakes his head frantically. “No, I never wish to be parted from you, you know that. I would never, never again.” His legs carry him forward to embrace her, but she only steps away, tears brimming in her eyes.
“You promised.” A sudden wind whips through the wood as she turns away, leaden steps taking her further from him. “Aerin,” she calls over her shoulder, “you promised.”
“Wait.” He wraps his arm around his torso; the wind turns frigid, so cold, always so cold, and she crests over a hill and out of side. “Wait!” His useless feet won’t move and the chill settles in his bones. Is this his destiny? Doomed to be separated from the one person whom his heart beats for?
The chattering of his teeth awakens him.
When Aerin opens his eyes, Lady Lilith stands above him, worry lines etched in the pale skin of her forehead.
“That’s not concerning.” A cough cuts him off, and he waits until his lungs stop rattling to speak. “Not concerning at all, waking up to a vhampyr staring at you.”
“I would change you.” She whispers, urgently. “If I had to, I would.”
“No.” More coughing. “No.” His mind flashes to a millennium without sunlight, missing the golden rays of sunshine peeking over the Cartesian Sea, the bustle of the Whitetower marketplace, the sun gleaming off Raine’s hair, her smile as they hike through woods bathed in the afternoon warmth. “Don’t change me.”
Lady Lilith blinks back tears, though a few break free to edge over her cheekbone. They glisten in the torchlight, like dew at breaking dawn, a sight he shall never see again.
His own eyes start to sting, sweat trailing down his face, and there’s salt on his tongue. Lady Lilith grabs his hand, clutching it carefully in her corded strength, holding tight until the darkness welcomes him again.
~~~~~
Days fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen don’t count.
He doesn’t wake up for them.
~~~~~
He can hear the voice above him, and it could be a dream; it must be a dream.
His mind is his own, but it’s playing tricks on him, assuredly, because it sounds like Raine is standing right above his head.
He’s flying, the room spinning in circles about him, and if he looks at the walls about him, they blur as if he turning around and around, faster and faster, and there is a light, somewhere, from outside, or maybe inside his skull, and he is dying, he is dead; he has been reborn, and he cannot breathe.
He rolls over and vomits.
As he’s wiping bile from his lips, the door opens and Lady Lilith storms in. “Let’s get you up, Little Prince.”
“Please stop calling me that.” He wipes his lips on his sleeve and his teeth chatter against the fabric. It’s so cold.
“You need to get up. We have guests.”
“What- who-”
With superhuman strength, she jostles him until, while he may be on two feet, he is mostly leaning on her, draped over a small shoulder as he takes one stuttering step after another. They travel through the crypts, torchlight causing shadows to jump across the walls, making him nauseous anew, but finally, they reach a wooden door.
Even though it’s latched tight, he can hear voices on the other side. Loud. Unyielding. “I demand my diplomat.”
Aerin raises his head. “Raine? Is it really-”
The static invades his skull again. Who is she?
“Stop, please stop!” He tries to sing Gartho the Trickster but he can’t focus; his temples throb and besides, all that matters is that Raine is on the other side of this damnable door.
Who is she?
“She’s the Hero.”
Who?
“The Hero of Morella, Commander of the all the Forces of Light, Savior of the Reams and Champion to All, please just-”
Lady Lilith shifts him so she can peer into his face. She speaks now, out of his head, her voice a whisper in the hall. “Is she the same hero from the mercenary tale? With the princes?”
“Yes.” Aerin is too weak to lie; he can’t even raise his hands to wipe the moisture pooling in his eyes. “Please, just- I just need to see her.”
The vhampyr leader is silent for far too long before she lowers him to the ground, crouching in the dirt beside him. “Aerin.” Her palm graces his cheek and it’s cold, so cold, and the shivering hurts his teeth. “How does the story end?”
And he doesn’t think, just replies, too weak to manufacture any artifice. The story ends the only way possible, the only way it can truly end, and, when he trails off into silence, her violet eyes glisten with unshed tears.
Finally, she stands and speaks. “Wait here.” With that command, she strides through the doorway and he hears the dull sound of a latch locking.
Aerin could almost cry, in an inglorious heap, with one measly door between him and Raine. He crawls forward over the rough earth, stones digging into his fingertips and leaving bloody droplets in the dirt. When he makes it to the door, he lifts his hands to bang against the wood but his fists barely make a sound; he is so weak, so tired, and the grains of the wooden boards are swirling before his eyes. He can’t even yell, voice a mere croak, and he slides in defeat down to the floor.
He has failed, he realizes. He was not able to broker an accord, was not even able to get any kind of agreement, and he wasn’t able to protect Raine.
And then the ground rushes up to meet his face and there is only silence.
~~~~~
He’s in the air, he’s flying, he’s falling.
There’s yelling, but it’s not him; his mouth feels like it has been stuffed with gauze, and his eyes only open wide enough for his lashes to flutter tremulously in his vision but he’s on his feet, somehow.
There’s the unsheathing of a sword.
More yelling.
The sheathing of a sword.
A flash of yellow and gold in front of him, steady arms holding him up as his boots struggle and fail to find purchase on the floor.
Safety.
“I’m sorry,” he says the words into the armor mushed into his cheek, but he’s not sure anyone can hear him. His throat is so raw, he can barely hear himself. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. For all of it.”
More yelling.
Static and buzzing, traveling from his forehead to his ears, just a roar frying his brain cells, and he can’t even fight it as he passes out again.
He awakens again to a flash of green, and he’s soaring through the air anew; while there is less screaming, he’s numb and cannot feel a thing. The world spins and that’s when his brain shuts down.
~~~~~
When he awakens, actually awakens, he is in a plush bed, and light streams into the room. It’s been so long since he has seen the sun that he only gapes at the golden rays streaming through the window. The room is warm, especially under plush covers, and it’s been so long since he’s seen sunlight and felt warmth on his skin that he props up on one wavering elbow and stares for minutes until he realizes, with a start, that he’s in Raine’s palace room.
“Good morning.”
He starts again at a voice to his left and, though it aches, he turns to see Raine perched on a chair, staring at him and gnawing on her bottom lip. He means to say hello, truly he does, but all that emerges from his mouth is “Oww.”
“Are you ok?” She’s at his side in an instant.
“I love you.” It’s raspy but audible, and he sighs as he sinks back into the plush mattress.
“That… is not an answer to my question.”
“I know, but I spent the last few weeks wondering if I could ever say it again, so I didn’t want to miss my moment.”
She shakes her head fondly and threads a hand through his curls before carefully sliding onto the bed next to him. “I love you, too.”
“I had a feeling,” he replies; she chuffs his shoulder and, for the first time in weeks, he feels like he can relax. “I told you I would come back.”
“Do not- Do not joke about that. Do you know what state we found you in?”
“A state befitting of my heroic deeds?”
“I thought you were going to die!” The arm that has wound its way around his waist squeezes tighter. “Don’t scare me like that.”
“Eh, I was fine. I will be fine. Just a few more minutes, and I will be right as rain.” His eyes flutter shut, only to fly open again. “Did they agree?”
“Who?”
“Lady Lilith. Did she - did she agree to have the vhampyrs join us?”
“She did…” Raine’s words are careful, slow. “We had quite the discussion while you were close to death.”
“Sounds enlightening; my apologies for missing it. What did she say?”
“She said you taught her a lot about humans.”
“Hmmm… like that we don’t drink blood?”
“Among other things. She said that if you personally go to inform them of the battle, their forces will join.”
“Couldn’t someone else go? Mal? He would love the trip, I’m sure.”
“She specifically requested you. She seemed to like you.”
He quirks a shoulder. “I didn’t know what to expect of the vhampyrs. They seemed… lonely.”
“She said you told her stories.”
“I did.” He chuckles at that. “She kept trying to read my mind. And you know how I like my secrets.”
“She said you told of the mercenaries of Lord Kelvin Gillbottle.” A sad smile plays on her lips. “Aerin? Did you truly believe I would leave you?”
“What do you mean? No! Not really. “
“What do you mean, not really?”
“I guess - the longer it was there, the harder it was to tell the difference between what was real and what was not. But I knew, in my heart, I knew you would come for me.”
“Then… why is that not the story you told her?”
“What are you talking about?”
“She said that, every night, you would tell her the story of us meeting in the Deadwood. And that, in every telling, the mercenaries realized the princes were evil and tortured them. Killed one in cold blood. And I locked the other away with the vhampyrs, never to be freed, as revenge for his disloyalty.”
He blinks. “That’s not how I said the story ended.” He tries to sit up, but it is futile until Raine slides her arm around him, a line of solid strength and care propping him up.
“That’s what she told me.”
“That trickster… Raine, that’s not the ending I made up.”
Her eyes, large and bright in sunshine, bore into his. “Then how did you end the tale?”
“I said…” He breaks off with another cough and she hands him a waterskin; the liquid is mercifully cool on his throat. “I said that the mercenaries met two evil princes in the forest.”
“Aerin, that’s not…”
“Shhh, it’s my story. I said that the mercenaries met two evil princes in the forest. One died.” Raine’s face softens at this, but she doesn’t interrupt, so he continues. “The other realized the error of his ways. He- he fell in love with one of the mercenaries, the hero, and stayed by her side, forever, until the end of time.”
She bites her lip, eyes welling with unshed tears, and, just as Aerin moves to apologize, she nods. “Yes. That is exactly how the story ends.”
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About Me! (UPDATED)
Hello! As some of the people that follow me, remember my old about me.. Well, I have deleted that one and decided to update it. This will be my new About me for now. Keep in touch!
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Hello, my name is Bloom! I'd rather keep most of my stuff private, such as my age, address, etc. I myself am a writer, mostly a role-player, I love to draw tons of stuff, drawing Kaiju's is my favorite topic to draw! (Ex. Godzilla...) and/or some backgrounds, aesthetic sunsets, sunrises, sky, stuff like that! I am IN LOVE, MADLY in love with two characters from my favorite show (Transformers: Rescue Bots) and those two characters are Kade and Heatwave. I would die for stories about Kadewave, or talk about them 24/7 I just LOVE their dynamic in the show and It's the only thing I'd mainly write about, role-play about or talk about!
I would love to write about Kadewave, stories, plots, head-cannons, It's just my thing man. But I can write other stories for custom-characters, made up-characters, and so on. ˘˘
STORIES THAT I ACCEPT:
Romance
Comedy
Horror
LGBTQ+ Stories (Gay, Bi, etc)
Adventures
Journey's
Mysteries
STORIES THAT I DON'T ACCEPT:
Hara**ments
Abus**ents (Ex. abusing relationship, family, friend...)
Se*ual Actions
Involving Alcohol
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I DON'T write about those topics, but I am fine with talking about them (besides the Se*ual Actions topic). Such as characters being harassed, abused, drunk (basically their past, etc). That I am fine with, only if we keep it at a low limit! Going over the limit, I am sorry but we can no longer talk about that topic.
I don't do commissions for art just yet because of some personal issues about credit cards, paypal, stuff like that so I won't be doing commissions until then, till the problem is solved. Although, I can do requests. Unfortunately I have been in a lack of drawing so I lost my skills from the past and my art has been getting worse and worse each attempt I try to do. ˘˘
STUFF THAT I CAN DRAW:
Kaiju's (Godzilla, Shin Godzilla, Destoroyah, MAYBE Ghidorah,...)
Background's (Sunsets, Sunrises, Forests, Oceans, The Sky, Space,...)
Dragon's (Night Furies, Light Furies, Any Type Dragon FOR NOW.)
Only Portraits, not full body!
Simple Animals (Parrot, Owl, Mouse,...)
STUFF THAT I CAN'T DRAW:
Human Bodies
Robots (Transformers, Animal Robots,...)
Mythical Creatures
Animals (Dogs, Cats, Horses,...)
Earthly Vehicles (Cars, Planes, Boats (Maybe), Motorcycles,...)
As I've mentioned before, yes, I do role-play and I role-play QUITE A LOT. Thanks to role-playing my writing has evolved and gotten better since the first time I did my writing story. I love role-playing about Kadewave (Where are my Kadewave people!?!?!). I mostly love to play as Kade and have a whole angst on him and have the world turn on him, think everything is his fault, bla bla but there can be angst on Heatwave as well and I'm fine with that! I love to role-play about their partnership, not involving other Rescue Bots, Humans. Just them in the role-play, as if the others don't exist but the plot can have them 'off island' or the two can be far off in a different country, having a break, or whatever.
I role-play on Discord 24/7, that's the only platform I can role-play on but I can gladly role-play here on Tumblr in the Messages, just by using (Kade)/(Heatwave)/(CHARACTER NAME) at the start to know who were playing as. I'm very detailed in my role-play parts, and when I say detailed.. I at least have a lot of words in my part (100 (Min)-1000(Max)). I use a bot on Discord called the Tupperbox, where you can make your own bot for the role-play and play as it! It won't say your name, it will only say [The Bots Name] and will have the tag 'Bot' as every bot does!
If you want to role-play with me, on Tumblr, on Discord, feel free to ask. Send me a question, or message me, I'll respond as fast as I can. Although, I have a few topics that I'm fine with role-playing, and some that I'm not fine and I'd be glad to put those in.
TOPICS THAT I'M FINE WITH:
Depression
Self-Harm
Self-Suicide
Anxiety
LGBTQ (Having two characters same gender, fall in love,...)
Traumatizing Backstories
Comedy
Adventures
Journey's
Arguments
Partnership's
Friendship's
Gore / Horror
TOPICS THAT I'M NOT FINE WITH:
Se*ual Energy/Actions
Harassments Energy/Actions
Abusing Energy/Actions
Vore
Harassments, Abusing and Se*uality CAN be mentioned but there won't be any actions (The characters doing those topics in the role-play)! If you're asking for these actions to appear they will NOT, and the role-play plot will be CANCELLED!
If you're a Discord user, you can freely message me and/or ask me for my Discord user, first we will talk about the plot of the role-play, the character and the whole topic about it here on Tumblr, after that's settled we'll be heading on Discord and I'll teach you about the Tupperbox if you don't know already.
That's it for now!
#kadewave#heatwave#kade#topics#role-playing#aboutme#art#discord#tumblr#updated#home#rescuebots#transformers#robots#humans#firetruck
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I’ll bite. Since you didn’t have proof I looked myself. Koegami has an obsession with worth and displaying how much they payed for stuff at every possible chance. They don’t make it hard to at least find out some of who they commissioned by making worth logs on every character. All I did was try to find the users’ accounts on FA or DA and see if they post any feral NSFW. Out of the ones I could track down (some names are deactivated or too broad to find), the few people who do make NSFW art only do anthro art, and it seems koegami isn’t opposed to getting anthro art but only having a feral ref displayed (Look at the links here named demdoq ych 2 and 3. 2 is suggestive so be warned. They are anthro ychs) toyhou(.)se(/)6535075(.)dante(-)553(/)11838764(.)value(-)log
For another character in that folder, Kade, they also have all the art listed out. Most of the worth is from a sculpture but the other artists listed either don’t do NSFW or only do anthro (you can check yourself on their FA, I’m not linking to it. Just input the names). Not that I like koegami but throwing around accusations like that without even trying to prove it is weird. All their art is hidden probably because people do just straight up steal characters and their art on th to try and resell or to just keep, I know plenty of people who aren’t into something weird that have all their characters on auth only for that exact reason. Maybe don’t jump to insane conclusions because you want to demonize someone for the crime of them being kind of unlikable.
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Njen iznamnjen stan
Ona u kadi
Mrak
Jedva 2 sveće
FKJ live mix
Lavanda
Cigara
Otvoren prozor
Sove
Ptice
Spokoj
On ulazi
Pisa
Pusta vodu
Odlazi spokoj
Ćutke
Pere ruke
Ljubi je u čelo
Pogleda je u oči
Nasmeje se
Ona kao zamrzla
Ne reaguje
Izlazi
Vraća se
Seda na ivicu kade
Mota cigaru
Cute
Vina rekla je
Vina? Pitao je
Krenuo je
Vodku
Vodku
Znao je
Razliku
Doneo im je po jednu
Tj njoj duplu
Pružio je času i gledao je u oči
Za intimu ili istinu _ pitala je
Misliš istinu ili izazov?
Pokusao je da bude šarmantan
Nisi duhovit od kako si osisao kosu
Vidim ti si na istini
Greška
Ja nazdravljam intimi
Ispili su piće gledajući se oči
Spustio je času na kadu
Okrenuo se i pušio
Pokušavao da gleda kroz prozor
Ali noć je
Mrak
Ona je zmurela
Nije htela da ga gleda
I dalje nije bio njen
Nije ni više ona osoba koja je njena
Ugasio je cigaretu u čaši
Nije mogao da uživa u njenoj tišini
Ustao je da krene
Časa s ugašenom cigaretom izletela je iz kupatila brže od njega
Samo je ćutke zatvorio vrata
Slomljeno zensko srce ne može sastaviti slomljeni muški ego
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“Le ide’ra ke ‘nera se ne va dalle ‘ore s’kure,
ora kon me,
‘ore ‘lirano nell a’ria,
‘ena ‘mora ke ‘kade ‘via,
fi’gura ‘kolma ‘sia.”
Una volta sono esistito anche io, nel giorno davanti al memoriale.
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aisā banñā sañvarnā mubārak tumheñ kam se kam itnā kahnā hamārā kaaro
chāñd sharmā.egā chāñdnī raat meñ yuuñ na zulfoñ ko apnī sañvārā kaaro
ye tabassum ye aariz ye raushan jabīñ ye adā ye nigāheñ ye zulfeñ hasīñ
ā.īne kī nazar lag na jaa.e kahīñ jān-e-jāñ apnā sadqa utārā kaaro
dil to kyā chiiz hai jaan se jā.eñge maut aane se pahle hī mar jā.eñge
ye adā dekhne vaale luT jā.eñge yuuñ na hans hans ke dilbar ishāra kaaro
fikr-e-uqbā kī mastī utar jā.egī tauba TuuTī to qismat sañvar jā.egī
tum ko duniyā meñ jannat nazar aa.egī shaiḳh jī mai-kade kā nazāra kaaro
ḳhūbsūrat ghaTāoñ-bharī raat meñ lutf uThāyā kaaro aisī barsāt meñ
jaam lekar chhalaktā huā haath meñ mai-kade meñ bhī ik shab guzārā kaaro
kaam aa.e na mushkil meñ koī yahāñ matlabī dost haiñ matlabī yaar haiñ
is jahāñ meñ nahīñ koī ahl-e-vafā ai 'fanā' is jahāñ se kināra kaaro
#urdu aesthetic#urdu literature#shayari#hindi poetry#urdu poetry#urdu stuff#hindi shayari#nfak#nusrat fateh ali khan#literature
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Despida aparte de Gap (aunque aún no veré el episodio final hasta el 17) tengo que decir que a pesar de que ya hace tiempo de ello no se si dejaré de sufrir por la pareja pérdida de MateYuri
Es que eran re lindas, apenas vimos de ella pero tenían muchísima ganas de verlas en la serie y el comunicado de que ya no estaría me pillo de re sorpresa ya que ya había grabado escenas y no estaba acostumbrada a cambios de cast o quitar personajes ya que Gap es la primera serie que seguí desde el anuncio
Y la pérdida de la pareja de Teeyuki que casi fue ligeramente peor ya que ni un aviso dieron de que ya no serian pareja, las actrices grabaron todas las escenas y como no había tiempo para re grabar solo las cortaron
Me consolaba con la pérdida de MateYuri pensando en que aún quedaba TeeYuki todo para que cuando llegara el episodio donde se conocían nos quitaran la escena, dejándome me re confundida al respecto y solo entendiendo en el próximo episodio que también perdimos al teeyuki y que ni se molestaron en decirlo
Esto ya no es pareja pero quiero añadir que el cambio de la actriz de Kade también me dolió ya que me encariñe con la primera actriz
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BISPO
Lucas Bishop
Mutante / X-Men
• Absorção de Energia: Bishop pode absorver a grande maioria dos tipos de energia, incluindo mágica, sons, luz, psiônica e psíquica. Seja ambiental ou direcionado a ele, ele pode projetar essa energia de seu corpo de diferentes maneiras, seja na forma de rajadas contundentes, raios de energia, explosões, fogo e plasma. Além disso, Bishop pode liberar a energia no mesmo formato como ele o recebeu, mas com mais força. A natureza de seus poderes torna difícil danificá-lo com ataques baseados em energia, ao mesmo tempo que permite que ele trabalhe bem com qualquer colega de equipe que consome energia. Bishop também pode armazenar a energia absorvida dentro de suas reservas pessoais, a energia aumenta sua força, velocidade, resistência e habilidades de recuperação, além de proporcionar-lhe uma medida de invulnerabilidade.
√ Eu também sou um mutante. E eu sei como é estar sozinho em uma terra estranha. - Bishop.
HISTÓRIA:
Lucas Bishop nasceu no século 21 em um mundo no qual os mutantes foram levados para campos de concentração depois que o messias mutante matou um milhão de humanos. Nesta linha do tempo, o Professor Charles Xavier e a maioria dos membros da equipe mutante que ele fundou, os X-Men, foram mortos pelos Sentinelas caçadores de mutantes.
Bishop e sua irmã Shard nasceram em um dos muitos campos de concentração americanos, filhos dos mutantes australianos Burnum e Kadee. Como outros mutantes, eles foram marcados com tatuagens "M" sobre os olhos direitos para identificação. Crescendo no acampamento e vendo sua mãe sucumbir lentamente à amargura antes de sua morte, Lucas se tornou uma criança raivosa, culpando o messias mutante pelo estado da raça mutante.
Eventualmente, humanos e mutantes básicos uniram forças e derrubaram os Sentinelas na "Rebelião de Summers". No entanto, a humanidade ainda resistia à coexistência com mutantes, e grupos terroristas radicais de mutantes, como os Exhumes, continuaram a lutar contra a humanidade. Os pais de Bishop foram mortos durante a rebelião de Summers quando ele tinha sete anos. Depois de ser separado de sua avó e irmã, Bishop foi para Manhattan, onde rapidamente conheceu a Testemunha que o criou por um tempo, ensinando-o a ser um ladrão.
Bishop finalmente se reuniu com sua irmã e avó em Las Vegas. A avó deles contou histórias sobre o heroísmo dos X-Men, que lutaram tanto pelos humanos quanto pelos mutantes, e os instruiu a seguir o sonho de Xavier de paz entre os mutantes e o resto da humanidade. A avó de Bishop acabou ficando doente e morreu, deixando Bishop para cuidar de sua irmã.
Bishop, Shard e o amigo de sua avó, Hancock, foram atacados por mutantes criminosos chamados Billboy e Halftrack. Os dois criminosos mataram Hancock e estavam prestes a matar Shard. Bishop tentou salvar Shard, despertando seus poderes mutantes no processo, mas foram dois membros do X.S.E, Amazon e Recoil, que pararam Billboy e Halftrack.
Eventualmente, Bishop e Shard se tornaram oficiais do X.S.E. Shard, no entanto, tornou-se a comandante de Bishop. Bishop contentou-se com um posto inferior para que pudesse trabalhar nas ruas ao lado de seus amigos e colegas oficiais XSE, Malcolm e Randall.
Durante a Era do Apocalipse, Bishop envelheceu e viu o mundo mudar, guardando memórias do incidente e de antes. Essas memórias da linha do tempo 'real' obrigaram Magneto e seus X-Men a consertar as coisas. Usando o Cristal M'kraan, Destino e Illyana Rasputin enviaram o Bispo mais velho para parar Legião. Ele brevemente confrontou seu eu mais jovem, implorando-lhe para 'lembrar deste dia'. O Bispo mais velho parou Legião e ambos pareciam estar destruídos pela energia psiônica de Legião. Bishop reteve algumas das memórias de seu eu mais velho.
Bishop conseguiu evitar a morte dos X-Men por Onslaught, absorvendo uma quantidade incrível de energia psiônica. Visto que Gambit não era o 'traidor', os dois fizeram as pazes e aprenderam a trabalhar juntos, embora nem sempre concordando com os métodos um do outro.
Enquanto estava no espaço, Bishop foi separado dos outros X-Men e acabou com Deathbird. Ela aparentemente deveria trazê-lo para o Apocalipse como parte dos Doze.
Bishop colidiu com uma estação espacial Shi'ar, onde o Professor Charles Xavier e seu "Cadre K" de alunos mutantes Skrull estavam procurando por Deathbird - o criminoso Shi'ar que parecia ser a âncora cronal de Bishop nos dias atuais. Um comitê pan-galáctico transformou a Terra em um planeta prisão, e Deathbird tinha uma chave para penetrar na barreira energética de segurança máxima do painel. Bishop quase matou Deathbird antes que ela abrisse uma câmara de descompressão e fosse lançada ao espaço. Ele se permitiu ser capturado e enviado à Terra em uma missão, onde se reuniu com os X-Men.
Bishop juntou-se à equipe X-Treme de Tempestade para procurar os diários de Destino. Ao longo do caminho, ele revelou seu primeiro nome, Lucas. Bishop concordou em ficar com a nova equipe X.S.E., cujo objetivo era semelhante ao do X.S.E. do próprio futuro.
Bishop também se tornou consultor em assuntos relacionados a mutantes para a área da cidade de Nova York conhecida como Distrito X, trabalhando com o oficial Izzy Ortega.
Bishop foi um dos poucos mutantes a manter seus poderes após o Dia-M. No entanto, com a desativação massiva dos mutantes, não havia mais necessidade de policiais na Cidade Mutante. Com os agentes da O.N.E. ocupando a mansão, Bishop conversou extensivamente com Val Cooper e freqüentemente defendeu as ações e atitudes do grupo, deixando seus companheiros X-Men desconfortáveis. Quando os 198 se cansaram de seu efetivo internamento e fugiram, Bishop liderou um esquadrão formado por ele, Sabra e Mammomax atrás deles, eventualmente encontrando-os em um antigo bunker. Devido às circunstâncias, Bishop foi forçado a utilizar seus poderes em limites perigosos para libertá-los. Depois disso, Bishop deixou os X-Men. Ele foi visto brevemente ajudando as forças de registro pró-super-humanas durante a guerra civil dos super-heróis.
Quando o primeiro novo mutante desde o Dia M nasceu, Bishop se convenceu de que ela era o messias mutante, responsável por assassinar um milhão de humanos e trazer seu futuro. Sua primeira resposta foi detonar Nano-Sentinelas dentro do Esquadrão Sentinela do O.N.E., matando os pilotos e fazendo com que suas máquinas atacassem os X-Men, destruindo a mansão. Os X-Men, sem saber do envolvimento de Bishop, culparam Cable pelo ato. O próximo passo de Bishop foi viajar para Dallas e atacar Forge, antes de esperar que Cable chegasse com o bebê mutante. Quando surgiu a chance, Bishop tentou matar o recém-nascido, mas um momento de hesitação permitiu que os Marotos o atacassem e fugissem com o bebê.
Agora usando seu braço biônico, ele finalmente rastreou Cable e o mutante recém-nascido para o futuro. Ao encontrá-los, ele atirou em Cable duas vezes antes de ser impedido por uma gangue local. Com Cable enfraquecido por uma grande perda de sangue, ele fez um ataque arriscado antes que a gangue pudesse encontrar armas mais pesadas. Mais tarde, ele conseguiu rastrear Cable, matando várias bestas mutantes no processo, e atirou no Messias Mutante. Ele também descobriu que no futuro gerado por sua escolha, Cable sempre seria reverenciado como uma figura messiânica que fez o possível para proteger a Criança e salvou a humanidade das próprias feras das quais Bishop involuntariamente salvou Cable. Em seus esforços para matar a criança, Bishop preparou várias armadilhas para Cable ao longo do tempo, matando milhões no processo, embora ele não os visse como pessoas que realmente existem, mas como pessoas que não existiriam ou voltariam à vida.
Bishop percebeu que estava errado quando tentou matar Hope e, à beira da morte, foi salvo por um grupo de humanos chamado The Order. Eles cuidaram dele até ele se recuperar, deram-lhe um lar e o treinaram para ser um caçador para que ele pudesse ajudá-los a destruir monstros chamados Revenants que possuíam pessoas e as transformavam em monstros. Bishop mataria um todos os dias, mas quando ele se deparou com um pai possuído e sua filha, ele matou o pai, mas não conseguiu matar a garota. Ela implorou que ele não a matasse, pois ela não estava completamente tomada pelos Revenants dentro dela. Bishop poupou a garota, Amber, que se tornou sua companheira e amiga. Enquanto caçava, Bishop foi atraído para uma armadilha pela rainha dos Revenants, Ghost Owl. Bishop foi atacado e possuído pelo Urso Demoníaco e pela Coruja Fantasma, que o usaram para viajar no tempo. Bishop se viu de volta ao presente e ficou muito feliz com seu retorno. No entanto, sua mente e corpo foram tomados pelo Urso Demônio.
Bishop foi posteriormente alvo de Hope Summers para que ela pudesse se vingar por tentar matá-la, mas os dois acabaram sendo mantidos em cativeiro por Stryfe. Stryfe tentou manipular Hope para matar Bishop, embora Bishop estivesse acorrentado e estivesse arrependido de suas ações, então Stryfe poderia se vingar de Bishop por traí-lo durante a Guerra do Messias. Depois que a X-Force de Cable e a X-Force de Tempestade chegaram para resgatar Bishop e Hope, Hope optou por não se vingar e poupou a vida de Bishop, pois teria desfeito todas as lições que Cable havia ensinado.
Bishop foi um dos muitos mutantes que se opuseram ao enlouquecido X-Man de refazer o mundo à sua imagem. Quando X-Man percebeu que sua visão do mundo nunca aconteceria com os X-Men por perto, X-Man fez seus inimigos desaparecerem em um instante, incluindo Bishop.
Bishop e os outros mutantes que desapareceram foram transportados para uma realidade criada por Nate Gray, um mundo onde todos na Terra eram mutantes e os relacionamentos eram fortemente desencorajados ou ilegais. As memórias de suas vidas anteriores também foram apagadas e novas foram colocadas em seu lugar. Bishop era um membro da equipe X-Men daquela realidade. Depois de uma missão bem-sucedida para ajudar uma jovem mutante chamada Luna, Bishop e sua companheira de equipe, relaxaram juntos em um sofá na casa de Jean antes de se tornarem mais íntimos e passarem a noite juntos. Seu amor proibido logo foi descoberto pelos membros do Departamento X. Jean teve sua memória apagada novamente e todos os vestígios de Bishop foram apagados dos X-Men e da sociedade. O resto dos X-Men não tinha ideia de que Bishop já havia feito parte de sua equipe.
Como foi sua "terceira ofensa aos princípios orientadores", Bishop foi excomungado e transportado para o Complexo Prisional da Sala de Perigo, uma prisão para outros mutantes capturados que "perturbaram o status QUO várias vezes" e violaram os princípios orientadores. Bishop acabou sendo autorizado a retornar ao mundo real pelo X-Man depois de perceber as falhas em seu novo mundo.
Bishop foi nomeado um dos Grandes Capitães de Krakoa e quando Ciclope deixou o cargo de Capitão Comandante, o papel foi dado a ele.
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Encontro Real
Em Avelândia do Norte, o rei vassalo Daniel se vê num dilema com a filha. Ela havia rejeitado seu grande amor e insiste em se casar com um príncipe para, de acordo com ela, “honrar todo o esforço dos pais de trazê-la até aqui”. Mas para Daniel, isso era baboseira. Ele não queria que a filha sacrificasse o coração por uma união política. Deus sabe o quanto ele batalhou para que pudesse se casar com um cavaleiro, que além de homem, não era nobre. E agora que a filha tem a oportunidade de facilmente se casar com quem bem desejar, ela quer se forçar do contrário.
O príncipe consorte Bruno, seu fiel companheiro, o acalmou, com uma proposta. “Deixe que ela conheça alguns príncipes, se algum despertar seu interesse, tentamos ver se eles podem se amar. Caso não ocorra, Leia deve seguir seu coração e ficar com o jovem que ama, Kade.”
A princesa concordou com a ideia. Não é como se ela realmente quisesse deixar para sempre seu amor de infância. Mas talvez, depois de tudo que aconteceu, seja melhor que os dois seguissem em frente.
Foi aí então, que o segundo príncipe Phillip entrou em cena. Um dos pretendentes que mais se mostrou interessado em Leia. De começo, uma amizade se formou. Os dois tinham interesses em comum que os mantinham entretidos por longas horas toda vez que se encontravam.
Mas um encontro oficial finalmente foi marcado, e foi tudo o que Leia não esperava. O príncipe cativou seu coração, sem que ela pudesse sequer pensar no amor passado. Ela não sabia que se sentiria assim tão cedo, e a imagem de Kade em sua mente parece cada vez mais distante.
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khair, hallo, sansar umeed hai ki tusin sun rahe ho je main jawan han taan mainu maaf kar deo vari-vari bolan lai koi hai jisnu main gua riha haan mainu lagda hai ki uh ho sakde han mere vichon bihtar adha uh galat jagah 'te hun is noon sahi banaun di koshish caro par main gies thahiraun ton thakk gia han is lai main tuhanu kahinda han ghar ao, ghar aao kiunki main tuhadi udeek kar riha haan inne lambe samen lai, inne lambe samen lai ate is samen vanian vichale jung chal rahi hai par main siraf tusin ate main vekhade han ate tuhade lai ladai uh sabh hai jo main kade janda haan is lai ghar aao oh main sundarta vich gum janda haan joe kujh vi main vekhada haan us vichon dunia adhi madi nahin hai jiven ki uh is noon rangde han j saare puttar, sarian dhian is noon andar lain lai rukia khair, umeed hai, nafrat ghatt ho javegi ate pyar shuru ho sakda hai ih hun shuru ho sakda hai, han theek hai, shaid main siraf ucchi awaaz witch supne dekh riha haan khair, udon tak ghar ao, ghar aao kiunki main tuhadi udeek kar riha haan inne lambe samen lai, inne lambe samen lai ate is samen vanian vichale jung chal rahi hai par main siraf tusin ate main vekhade han ate tuhade lai ladai uh sabh kujh hai jo main kade janda han, kade janda haan is lai aao h
no, zdravstvuy, meer nadeyus, vy slushaete prosti menya, esli ya molod za vyskazyvanye vne oceredi yest kto-to, kogo mne ne khvatalo ya dumayu, chto oney mogli by byt luchshaya polovina menya oney ne vieu thome meste pytayus vse ispravit no ya ustal opravdyvatsya poetomu ya govoryu vam vozvrashchaisya domoi, vozvrashchaisya domoi potomu chto ya zhdal tebya, tuck dolgo, tuck dolgo you pryamo sejcas idet voyna mezhdu tshcheslaviem no vse, chto ya vijou, eto te you ya you borba za tebya — eto vse, chto ya kogda-libo znal tuck chto vozvrashchaites domoi ukh ya teryayus vieu krasote ease vsego, chto vijou meer ne tuck ploch cack oney ego maluut esli vse synovya, vse doceri ostanovilsia, chtoby pryniat ego chto zh, boodham nadeyatsya, chto nenavist utikhnet you lyubov moget nachatsya eto moget nachatsya pryamo sejcas, da no, moget byt, ya prosto mechtaio vslukh no, a do tech pore vozvrashchaisya domoi, vozvrashchaisya domoi potomu chto ya zhdal tebya, tuck dolgo, tuck dolgo you pryamo sejcas idet voyna mezhdu tshcheslaviem no vse, chto ya vijou, eto te you ya you borba za tebya – eto vse, chto ya kogda-libo znal, kogda-libo znal tuck chto priezzhay kh
Ia, talofa, lalolagi Faamoemoe o loo e faalogo Faamagalo mai pe a ou laitiiti Mo le tautala ese mai le taimi e tatau ai E i ai se tasi sa ou misia Ou te manatu e mafai ona O le afa sili o a'u O loo i ai i le nofoaga sese Taumafai e faasa'o Ae ua ou le lavava i le tauamiotonuina Ou te fai atu ia te outou Sau i le fale, sau i le fale 'Ona sa ou faatalitali mo oe Mo se taimi umi lava, mo se taimi umi lava Ma o le taimi nei o loo i ai se taua i le va o mea le aoga Ae na pau lava le mea ou te vaai i ai o oe ma au Ma o le tau mo oe ua na o le pau lea o le mea ua ou iloa O lea la, sau i le fale Oi 'Ou te se'i i le matagofie O mea uma ua ou vaai i ai E le afa le leaga o le lalolagi A o latou valiina ina ia Afai o atalii uma, o afafine uma Tu e ave i totonu Ia, e faamoemoe, ua mou atu le inoino Ma e mafai ona amata le alofa Atonu e amata nei, ioe Ia, atonu o loo ou moemiti leotele Ia, seia oo i lena taimi Sau i le fale, sau i le fale 'Ona sa ou faatalitali mo oe Mo se taimi umi lava, mo se taimi umi lava Ma o le taimi nei o loo i ai se taua i le va o mea le aoga Ae na pau lava le mea ou te vaai i ai o oe ma au Ma o le tau mo oe ua na o le pau lea o le mea ua ou iloaina, ua ou iloaina O lea la, o mai
Ну, здравствуй, мир Надеюсь, вы слушаете Прости меня, если я молод За высказывание вне очереди Есть кто-то, кого мне не хватало Я думаю, что они могли бы быть Лучшая половина меня Они не в том месте Пытаюсь все исправить Но я устал оправдываться Поэтому Я говорю вам Возвращайся домой, возвращайся домой Потому что я ждал тебя, Так долго, так долго И прямо сейчас идет война между тщеславием Но все, что я вижу, это ты и я И борьба за тебя — это все, что я когда-либо знал Так что возвращайтесь домой Ух Я теряюсь в красоте Из всего, что вижу Мир не так плох Как они его малюют Если все сыновья, все дочери Остановился, чтобы принять его Что ж, будем надеяться, что ненависть утихнет И любовь может начаться Это может начаться прямо сейчас, да Ну, может быть, я просто мечтаю вслух Ну, а до тех пор Возвращайся домой, возвращайся домой Потому что я ждал тебя, Так долго, так долго И прямо сейчас идет война между тщеславием Но все, что я вижу, это ты и я И борьба за тебя – это все, что я когда-либо знал, когда-либо знал Так что приезжай х
Hello World, None None Esperanza Nuviriza Umbabarire niba uri umusore Kuyaga kure y'umusozo Hari uwabuze I imagine they can be Nusa Nusa Ini Bari mu kibanza kitari co Tesha Eshika Ndambiwe kudonda Ndababwire rero Come Home - Imuhira Kuko narindindiriye so long, cane cane Ubu rero hari intambara hagati y'aba banyesozi Ico mbona gusa ni jewe na wewe Kuko ivyo vyose ntigeze menyera ku buzima bwanje Eshika Home Oho Narenciye Ewa Ivyo mbona vyose Nusa Nusi Nk'uko bavyita ngo Niba abahungu bose, abakobwa bose Hagarika kukwifatira mu Eko Urukundo rurashoboka Maybe Start None Yes None 18 Maybe I can't dream cane kino kino Come Home - Imuhira Kuko narindindiriye so long, cane cane Ubu rero hari intambara hagati y'aba banyesozi Ico mbona gusa ni jewe na wewe Ico nzi co ni uko ari wewe gusa namenye None None None H
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Xa, Hadi, ximha̲i Di to̲'mi da estés escuchando Gi puni di nu'bu̲ Dar bätsitho 'Bu̲ ñä ar fuera de turno Jawa 'na jar nä'ä xta echado ar menos Pe nä'ä podrían to Mäs xi hño japi ar Ngekagi Gi 'bu̲hu̲ jar lugar equivocado Pa ndi bädi hoki ar za̲ Pe nza̲ki ar uni Jange ga xi'i Ba ngú, Ba ehe gí nguu Porke ga xta 'ma̲i esperando Ir tanto pa, ya tanto ya pa Ne nu'bya 'bu̲i 'nar hñäki ja ya vanidades Pe nga̲tho nä'ä di heti dí nu'i ne ya Nuga̲. Ne ar lucha ge'e ar nga̲tho nä'ä xta conocido Nja'bu da japi nguu Ooh Di pierdo jar ar belleza Ga̲tho nä'ä di heti Ar ximha̲i Hingar nixi japi ar nts'o Ngu nä'ä pintan Nu'bu̲ ya bätsi, ga̲tho ya t'ixu Di detuve pa ndi asimilar Hä, ko ar suerte, ar odio disminuye Ne ar hne to ndi ndu̲i Ndi 'bu̲i nu'bya hä Hä, pe xähmä ho̲ntho di soñando jar nts'e̲di Xa, asta gem'bu̲ Ba ngú, Ba ehe gí nguu Porke ga xta 'ma̲i esperando Ir tanto pa, ya tanto ya pa Ne nu'bya 'bu̲i 'nar hñäki ja ya vanidades Pe nga̲tho nä'ä di heti dí nu'i ne ya Nuga̲. Ne ar lucha ge'e ar nga̲tho nä'ä xta conocido, nzäm'bu̲ xta conocido Nja'bu da handi h
ਖੈਰ, ਹੈਲੋ, ਸੰਸਾਰ ਉਮੀਦ ਹੈ ਕਿ ਤੁਸੀਂ ਸੁਣ ਰਹੇ ਹੋ ਜੇ ਮੈਂ ਜਵਾਨ ਹਾਂ ਤਾਂ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਮਾਫ਼ ਕਰ ਦਿਓ ਵਾਰੀ-ਵਾਰੀ ਬੋਲਣ ਲਈ ਕੋਈ ਹੈ ਜਿਸਨੂੰ ਮੈਂ ਗੁਆ ਰਿਹਾ ਹਾਂ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਲਗਦਾ ਹੈ ਕਿ ਉਹ ਹੋ ਸਕਦੇ ਹਨ ਮੇਰੇ ਵਿੱਚੋਂ ਬਿਹਤਰ ਅੱਧਾ ਉਹ ਗਲਤ ਜਗ੍ਹਾ 'ਤੇ ਹਨ ਇਸ ਨੂੰ ਸਹ�� ਬਣਾਉਣ ਦੀ ਕੋਸ਼ਿਸ਼ ਕਰੋ ਪਰ ਮੈਂ ਜਾਇਜ਼ ਠਹਿਰਾਉਣ ਤੋਂ ਥੱਕ ਗਿਆ ਹਾਂ ਇ�� ਲਈ ਮੈਂ ਤੁਹਾਨੂੰ ਕਹਿੰਦਾ ਹਾਂ ਘਰ ਆਓ, ਘਰ ਆਓ ਕਿਉਂਕਿ ਮੈਂ ਤੁਹਾਡੀ ਉਡੀਕ ਕਰ ਰਿਹਾ ਹਾਂ ਇੰਨੇ ਲੰਬੇ ਸਮੇਂ ਲਈ, ਇੰਨੇ ਲੰਬੇ ਸਮੇਂ ਲਈ ਅਤੇ ਇਸ ਸਮੇਂ ਵੈਨੀਆਂ ਵਿਚਾਲੇ ਜੰਗ ਚੱਲ ਰਹੀ ਹੈ ਪਰ ਮੈਂ ਸਿਰਫ ਤੁਸੀਂ ਅਤੇ ਮੈਂ ਵੇਖਦੇ ਹਾਂ ਅਤੇ ਤੁਹਾਡੇ ਲਈ ਲੜਾਈ ਉਹ ਸਭ ਹੈ ਜੋ ਮੈਂ ਕਦੇ ਜਾਣਦਾ ਹਾਂ ਇਸ ਲਈ ਘਰ ਆਓ ਓਹ ਮੈਂ ਸੁੰਦਰਤਾ ਵਿੱਚ ਗੁੰਮ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਹਾਂ ਜੋ ਕੁਝ ਵੀ ਮੈਂ ਵੇਖਦਾ ਹਾਂ ਉਸ ਵਿੱਚੋਂ ਦੁਨੀਆ ਅੱਧੀ ਮਾੜੀ ਨਹੀਂ ਹੈ ਜਿਵੇਂ ਕਿ ਉਹ ਇਸ ਨੂੰ ਰੰਗਦੇ ਹਨ ਜੇ ਸਾਰੇ ਪੁੱਤਰ, ਸਾਰੀਆਂ ਧੀਆਂ ਇਸ ਨੂੰ ਅੰਦਰ ਲੈਣ ਲਈ ਰੁਕਿਆ ਖੈਰ, ਉਮੀਦ ਹੈ, ਨਫ਼ਰਤ ਘੱਟ ਹੋ ਜਾਵੇਗੀ ਅਤੇ ਪਿਆਰ ਸ਼ੁਰੂ ਹੋ ਸਕਦਾ ਹੈ ਇਹ ਹੁਣ ਸ਼ੁਰੂ ਹੋ ਸਕਦਾ ਹੈ, ਹਾਂ ਠੀਕ ਹੈ, ਸ਼ਾਇਦ ਮੈਂ ਸਿਰਫ ਉੱਚੀ ਆਵਾਜ਼ ਵਿਚ ਸੁਪਨੇ ਦੇਖ ਰਿਹਾ ਹਾਂ ਖੈਰ, ਉਦੋਂ ਤੱਕ ਘਰ ਆਓ, ਘਰ ਆਓ ਕਿਉਂਕਿ ਮੈਂ ਤੁਹਾਡੀ ਉਡੀਕ ਕਰ ਰਿਹਾ ਹਾਂ ਇੰਨੇ ਲੰਬੇ ਸਮੇਂ ਲਈ, ਇੰਨੇ ਲੰਬੇ ਸਮੇਂ ਲਈ ਅਤੇ ਇਸ ਸਮੇਂ ਵੈਨੀਆਂ ਵਿਚਾਲੇ ਜੰਗ ਚੱਲ ਰਹੀ ਹੈ ਪਰ ਮੈਂ ਸਿਰਫ ਤੁਸੀਂ ਅਤੇ ਮੈਂ ਵੇਖਦੇ ਹਾਂ ਅਤੇ ਤੁਹਾਡੇ ਲਈ ਲੜਾਈ ਉਹ ਸਭ ਕੁਝ ਹੈ ਜੋ ਮੈਂ ਕਦੇ ਜਾਣਦਾ ਹਾਂ, ਕਦੇ ਜਾਣਦਾ ਹਾਂ ਇਸ ਲਈ ਆਓ h
Bem, olá, mundo Espero que você esteja ouvindo Perdoem-me se eu sou jovem Por falar fora da curva Tem alguém que eu estava com saudades Penso que poderiam ser A melhor metade de mim Eles estão no lugar errado Tryin' para acertar Mas estou cansado de justificar Por isso, digo-vos Venha para casa, volte para casa Porque eu estive esperando por você Por tanto tempo, por tanto tempo E neste momento há uma guerra entre as vaidades Mas tudo o que vejo é você e eu E a luta por você é tudo o que eu já conheci Então volte para casa Ooh Eu me perco na beleza De tudo o que vejo O mundo não é tão ruim quanto Como eles pintam para ser Se todos os filhos, todas as filhas Parou para recebê-lo Bem, espero que o ódio diminua E o amor pode começar Pode começar agora, sim Bem, talvez eu esteja apenas sonhando em voz alta Bem, até lá Venha para casa, volte para casa Porque eu estive esperando por você Por tanto tempo, por tanto tempo E neste momento há uma guerra entre as vaidades Mas tudo o que vejo é você e eu E a luta por você é tudo o que eu já conheci, sempre soube Então venha h
Bem, olá, mundo Espero que você esteja ouvindo Perdoe-me se eu sou jovem Por falar fora de hora Há alguém que eu tenho sentido falta Eu acho que eles poderiam ser A melhor metade de mim Eles estão no lugar errado Tentando fazer isso direito Mas estou cansado de justificar Então eu digo a você Volte para casa, volte para casa Porque eu estive esperando por você Por tanto tempo, por tanto tempo E agora há uma guerra entre as vaidades Mas tudo que vejo é você e eu E a luta por você é tudo que eu já conheci Então volte para casa Ooh Eu me perco na beleza De tudo que eu vejo O mundo não é tão ruim Como eles pintam para ser Se todos os filhos, todas as filhas Parei para levá-lo em Bem, espero que o ódio diminua E o amor pode começar Pode começar agora, sim Bem, talvez eu esteja apenas sonhando em voz alta Bem, até então Volte para casa, volte para casa Porque eu estive esperando por você Por tanto tempo, por tanto tempo E agora há uma guerra entre as vaidades Mas tudo que vejo é você e eu E a luta por você é tudo que eu já conheci, sempre soube Então venha h
Cóż, witaj świecie Mam nadzieję, że słuchasz Wybacz mi, jeśli jestem młody Za mówienie poza kolejnością Jest ktoś, za kim tęsknię Myślę, że mogą być Lepsza połowa mnie Są w złym miejscu Próbuję zrobić to dobrze Ale jestem zmęczony usprawiedliwianiem Więc mówię do ciebie Wróć do domu, wróć do domu Bo czekałem na ciebie Tak długo, tak długo A teraz toczy się wojna między próżnościami Ale wszystko, co widzę, to ty i ja A walka o ciebie to wszystko, co kiedykolwiek znałem Więc wracaj do domu Ooh Zatracam się w pięknie Ze wszystkiego, co widzę Świat nie jest nawet w połowie taki zły Jak to malują Jeśli wszyscy synowie, wszystkie córki Zatrzymałem się, żeby to przyjąć Cóż, miejmy nadzieję, że nienawiść ustąpi I miłość może się zacząć Może się zacząć teraz, tak Cóż, może po prostu śnię na głos Cóż, do tego czasu Wróć do domu, wróć do domu Bo czekałem na ciebie Tak długo, tak długo A teraz toczy się wojna między próżnościami Ale wszystko, co widzę, to ty i ja A walka o ciebie to wszystko, co kiedykolwiek znałem, kiedykolwiek znałem Więc chodź h
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