by Teron_Ashfiend » Mon Jun 04, 2012 7:06 am
A single step carries him into the chapel, dark and empty. The vaulted ceiling is nearly lost to darkness, the pews uprighted and freed from cobwebs, the shattered roof repaired and all traces of whatever conflagration that claimed it have been eradicated. So too, the signs of the Ashfiend's first stand here against the defenders of Myrken. It was where he had first strangled Myrken with his hate.
The gypsy was ripe with hatred of her own.
Livid, crimson eyes catch the signs that mark her as defeated. Khalika's words speak volumes. Too long, she has said, too long he has been gone. Too long to help, perhaps, to save, or to destroy. Once he had, indeed, rescued her from darkness - from the clutches of the Drow. Many times he had sought to end her, to end Myrken, and indeed to end everything. He was a bringer of such things as endings and finality. How, then, had she meant those words? The offer of bloodied Deliverance helped clarify the query.
"Still you say nothing of what has brought you to this," Teron rumbles to his fatigued companion. The fatigue marks her flesh, eyes, and soul. It is for him to read, like a book, or a twisted sort of mirror. He and the gypsy have had this meeting of sorrows before, with Khalika even having the gall to proclaim herself the victor. "This... defeat."
"You have asked for a glorious ending," he continues in that hollow, echoing voice frosted with the memory of malice, eyes simmering in tamed malevolence. "It will not be glorious, for there are no heroes here, no last stands, no desperate strivings for victory. Only a heartbroken gypsy, and an evil fiend." The sword's handle, grasped with both hands, is twisted. The movement allows Deliverance's tip to rest against the cold, stone floor. Her blood has already shaded the darkened blade's entire length. "But there can be an ending."
"Grace and mercy came for me," he offers at length as the silence between them grows. "He came when there was no where else for me to flee, no more murder and destruction for me to hide behind. He found me when no one else was searching any longer." A pause then, a slight nod for the gypsy's pursuit of him, such as it had been. "When I had exhausted all mortal patience."
"Perhaps now, in your darkness, he comes for you."