etHope Is Comforting
By Yagami Iori
A/N: More Yunalesca-sama goodness! If you haven't noticed, (which you probably haven't,) each chapter is named after a Major Arcana Tarot card. I know it's kinda obscure, but I get that creepy Dionne Warwick vibe from Yunalesca-sama. ^_^
Chapter Three: The Hanged Man
Auron had vanished from my Dome. Perhaps he had been devoured by a fiend, perhaps saved by a traveler. He would not be able to survive those wounds.
It was a cold night when I next felt something close to emotion. A woman in robes of purple silk approached my Chamber. She brought with her a child of twelve or thirteen years of age. His blue hair and pronounced facial veins suggested Guado heritage, but he walked with the posture of a human. He whined and pulled at her dress, trying to take her from my presence.
"What do you wish of me?" I asked the woman.
She brought forth her arms in the prayer of Yevon, then spoke. "I am Anima, wife of Maester Jyscal Guado. This is my son, Seymour." Ah, so the boy was half-bred! An abomination of this sort should not have happened under the Immortal Yu Yevon's teachings. The woman motioned for her son to leave the Chamber of the Fayth, and then continued to adress me, "I sense your contempt for my child, Yunalesca-sama. Yevon knows, I loathe him, too. I loathe this life and all it entails. But perhaps I can ease his suffering. Make me a Fayth. He can use me to defeat Sin. Perhaps then, he will be welcomed as a person, rather than a circus freak."
I smirked, feeling a bond with this woman. "And how do you think becoming a Fayth will solve your problems?"
Anima fidgeted with her necklace before speaking. "I was raped, you know. By Jyscal, I mean. I... I didn't mean to get caught up in all of this! I tried to escape, but I was pregnant, and I was forced into a wedding. I want to escape from this... this pain!"
"I cannot promise you deliverance," I told her. "Emotions can reflect themselves into Aeonic force. Pain can be powerful."
"I... I just need release..." Anima cried. Her body was wracked with sobs, her petite frame shaking in the cold lights of Zanarkand. "Help me, Yunalesca-sama. Heal me!"
I almost felt sorry for her. She was doomed. Even my dark magic could not help her now. I led her to the central chamber, and there began the incantation.
"Ii a yume
Yo-ou me-erou"
The Fayth of Zanarkand sang in the moonlight, and I danced, twirling about in the Ceremony of the Fayth. Anima's knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor. Her screams were silenced by the sound of rattling chains. I watched as her flesh tore away, leaving her a disfigured mess. Bandages swirled around her head, fastening to the truly intense wounds. Two large metal wings rose from the ground, their sharp edges piercing her skin roughly. She groaned as her skeletal arms were bound across her chest. Her necklace, a ceremonial Guado ornament, grew into a collar. Large spines sprouted from atop her head, and her unearthly screams shook the dome.
I could hear her crying out to me, her voice in my mind. "This is not what I wanted! I wanted absolution!"
I tried to feel pity. It has been so long since I have truly felt anything. But at least, for a moment, Anima felt hope. And perhaps that brought her some momentary comfort.
~Owari~
A/N: Okay, Nobody is reviewing this ;_; I want feedback. Anyway, I'm trying to get more descriptive, and I think it's working. The next chapter will be longer, I promise! ^_~ Ja ne!
By Yagami Iori
A/N: More Yunalesca-sama goodness! If you haven't noticed, (which you probably haven't,) each chapter is named after a Major Arcana Tarot card. I know it's kinda obscure, but I get that creepy Dionne Warwick vibe from Yunalesca-sama. ^_^
Chapter Three: The Hanged Man
Auron had vanished from my Dome. Perhaps he had been devoured by a fiend, perhaps saved by a traveler. He would not be able to survive those wounds.
It was a cold night when I next felt something close to emotion. A woman in robes of purple silk approached my Chamber. She brought with her a child of twelve or thirteen years of age. His blue hair and pronounced facial veins suggested Guado heritage, but he walked with the posture of a human. He whined and pulled at her dress, trying to take her from my presence.
"What do you wish of me?" I asked the woman.
She brought forth her arms in the prayer of Yevon, then spoke. "I am Anima, wife of Maester Jyscal Guado. This is my son, Seymour." Ah, so the boy was half-bred! An abomination of this sort should not have happened under the Immortal Yu Yevon's teachings. The woman motioned for her son to leave the Chamber of the Fayth, and then continued to adress me, "I sense your contempt for my child, Yunalesca-sama. Yevon knows, I loathe him, too. I loathe this life and all it entails. But perhaps I can ease his suffering. Make me a Fayth. He can use me to defeat Sin. Perhaps then, he will be welcomed as a person, rather than a circus freak."
I smirked, feeling a bond with this woman. "And how do you think becoming a Fayth will solve your problems?"
Anima fidgeted with her necklace before speaking. "I was raped, you know. By Jyscal, I mean. I... I didn't mean to get caught up in all of this! I tried to escape, but I was pregnant, and I was forced into a wedding. I want to escape from this... this pain!"
"I cannot promise you deliverance," I told her. "Emotions can reflect themselves into Aeonic force. Pain can be powerful."
"I... I just need release..." Anima cried. Her body was wracked with sobs, her petite frame shaking in the cold lights of Zanarkand. "Help me, Yunalesca-sama. Heal me!"
I almost felt sorry for her. She was doomed. Even my dark magic could not help her now. I led her to the central chamber, and there began the incantation.
"Ii a yume
Yo-ou me-erou"
The Fayth of Zanarkand sang in the moonlight, and I danced, twirling about in the Ceremony of the Fayth. Anima's knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor. Her screams were silenced by the sound of rattling chains. I watched as her flesh tore away, leaving her a disfigured mess. Bandages swirled around her head, fastening to the truly intense wounds. Two large metal wings rose from the ground, their sharp edges piercing her skin roughly. She groaned as her skeletal arms were bound across her chest. Her necklace, a ceremonial Guado ornament, grew into a collar. Large spines sprouted from atop her head, and her unearthly screams shook the dome.
I could hear her crying out to me, her voice in my mind. "This is not what I wanted! I wanted absolution!"
I tried to feel pity. It has been so long since I have truly felt anything. But at least, for a moment, Anima felt hope. And perhaps that brought her some momentary comfort.
~Owari~
A/N: Okay, Nobody is reviewing this ;_; I want feedback. Anyway, I'm trying to get more descriptive, and I think it's working. The next chapter will be longer, I promise! ^_~ Ja ne!