Dedication chapter 3:
Mad Hatter, Hentaikoneko, Cesia Illuser, insaneoveranime, nice person, Stary Angel1, Gabby, Lisasa
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I waited until I heard the familiar click of the shutting doors. The body of a fallen warrior lay in a bloodstained pile before me, and my eyes narrowed in sorrow and hatred. But even as I did so, a hissing, all too familiar voice echoed around in my head. Go on, listen...the Lord--our Lord is calling you, sister. He wants you back, for you--we--belong to him. The land's most precious gem, remember? The walls were spattered thickly with blood, most off of it belonging to the dead or dying members of the Dragon Tribe. I tried to block out her husky voice, the devil of Dark Cesia, but instead I heard Nadil's rough call, which penetrated my brain far too easily.
"Cesia... It's time for you to return home." the voice paused, as if deciding on a worthy wager. "Come with me, and I'll spare your precious Dragon Tribe. Refuse and I'll fill the castle with corpses."
I glanced briefly at the bloodstained carpets and bodies of the deceased. They seemed to scream at me, with eyes wide and staring, or else closed in silent agony, but I dashed away all vulgar thoughts as I raced down the corridors to where I knew Nadil would be. My skirts trailed behind me as I ran, black satin billowing in a treacherous cloud.
"Our work here is done. You're the only reason we remain. Come with us and we'll leave the palace immediately... Return to me.....Cesia." Nadil came into view just as my name repeated itself softly against the invisible void of his telepathy.
I won't lie, Nadil was immortalized, and he looked like a god as well. His dark, coppery hair glimmered in the fading twilight, the glow lighting shadows across his sharply curving brows, and his chiseled features stood out strikingly as I approached him. "Okay Nadil...You win. Now call off your lackeys!" I called, my voice sounding far stronger than I felt. But I knew I had to do it, for the sake of the Dragon Tribe...for Rath. A loose cloak had fallen from his shoulders, the thick fabric now crooked in his arm. Nadil's body was clothed in fitted black, appropriate for the Lord of Demons. It took me a moment to realize that those were the same clothes that Rath had worn. He was in the same body that was once Rath's.
"The siege will end now. Of course," he said to me, sounding arrogant and pleased with his good work, "You do understand that I will be back." it wasn't a question, merely a statement of his plans. And that realization made me convulse involuntarily. I was merely pausing the turmoil inflicted upon the castle. There was nothing more to do. I could stop him temporarily, but never more than that. I was weak, and useless.
"Please Nadil..." I whispered, begging forgiveness with my voice. But even then I knew it was pointless, and so I added "I'm not the same little girl you once knew." Maybe I could be stronger than I thought I was capable of. I was trying to convince myself with my own words.
"Next time I won't be so merciful." he said, and as he took me into his arms, I couldn't help but shiver. When Rath held me in these arms, I felt cherished and protected and--secretly--loved. When it was Nadil holding me, I felt his demonic aura stronger than anything I've ever felt before. It was pungent with evil, and I was instantly clothed in darkness. "Say your goodbyes, men... We're going home!" he yelled, pressing me close to his chest. I felt like crying out, calling back to Rath, my protector, my heart, but my throat would not permit the sound. Oh, Rath... Knowing I too had lied to him, even and especially since he trusted me, cut into my soul and I could feel the ceaseless twist of guilt. Rath's trust is a very difficult thing to receive. And I had made a mockery of it, breaking my promises and filling my heart with shame. Then, weak from fighting my inner demon, tired of the torment destroying the castle, and aching from leaving Rath's side, I let hot, salty tears trickle down my cheeks. Nadil brushed one away with a sweet tenderness, but it only made me sob harder. That hand used to be Rath's. And it was Rath that I would miss so badly. I fell against his chest, shivering and crying out in frustration.
Then a horrible recognition shook me as I realized that my world was turning black.
:::End of Chapter Three:::
Ok, there you go! Another chapter, sappy as it was. VV; I couldn't help myself, I'm a RathCesia nut ;
I'm sorry it's kind of short this time, guys, but I wanted to let you know that it's going to be updated regularly, so...
I've got to fix up the next chapter, but it should be out relatively soon, hopefully on time (My goal is a chapter a week, or so, ok?)
Thank you all!
R&R
-Lady Dragonnaine
Mad Hatter, Hentaikoneko, Cesia Illuser, insaneoveranime, nice person, Stary Angel1, Gabby, Lisasa
:::
I waited until I heard the familiar click of the shutting doors. The body of a fallen warrior lay in a bloodstained pile before me, and my eyes narrowed in sorrow and hatred. But even as I did so, a hissing, all too familiar voice echoed around in my head. Go on, listen...the Lord--our Lord is calling you, sister. He wants you back, for you--we--belong to him. The land's most precious gem, remember? The walls were spattered thickly with blood, most off of it belonging to the dead or dying members of the Dragon Tribe. I tried to block out her husky voice, the devil of Dark Cesia, but instead I heard Nadil's rough call, which penetrated my brain far too easily.
"Cesia... It's time for you to return home." the voice paused, as if deciding on a worthy wager. "Come with me, and I'll spare your precious Dragon Tribe. Refuse and I'll fill the castle with corpses."
I glanced briefly at the bloodstained carpets and bodies of the deceased. They seemed to scream at me, with eyes wide and staring, or else closed in silent agony, but I dashed away all vulgar thoughts as I raced down the corridors to where I knew Nadil would be. My skirts trailed behind me as I ran, black satin billowing in a treacherous cloud.
"Our work here is done. You're the only reason we remain. Come with us and we'll leave the palace immediately... Return to me.....Cesia." Nadil came into view just as my name repeated itself softly against the invisible void of his telepathy.
I won't lie, Nadil was immortalized, and he looked like a god as well. His dark, coppery hair glimmered in the fading twilight, the glow lighting shadows across his sharply curving brows, and his chiseled features stood out strikingly as I approached him. "Okay Nadil...You win. Now call off your lackeys!" I called, my voice sounding far stronger than I felt. But I knew I had to do it, for the sake of the Dragon Tribe...for Rath. A loose cloak had fallen from his shoulders, the thick fabric now crooked in his arm. Nadil's body was clothed in fitted black, appropriate for the Lord of Demons. It took me a moment to realize that those were the same clothes that Rath had worn. He was in the same body that was once Rath's.
"The siege will end now. Of course," he said to me, sounding arrogant and pleased with his good work, "You do understand that I will be back." it wasn't a question, merely a statement of his plans. And that realization made me convulse involuntarily. I was merely pausing the turmoil inflicted upon the castle. There was nothing more to do. I could stop him temporarily, but never more than that. I was weak, and useless.
"Please Nadil..." I whispered, begging forgiveness with my voice. But even then I knew it was pointless, and so I added "I'm not the same little girl you once knew." Maybe I could be stronger than I thought I was capable of. I was trying to convince myself with my own words.
"Next time I won't be so merciful." he said, and as he took me into his arms, I couldn't help but shiver. When Rath held me in these arms, I felt cherished and protected and--secretly--loved. When it was Nadil holding me, I felt his demonic aura stronger than anything I've ever felt before. It was pungent with evil, and I was instantly clothed in darkness. "Say your goodbyes, men... We're going home!" he yelled, pressing me close to his chest. I felt like crying out, calling back to Rath, my protector, my heart, but my throat would not permit the sound. Oh, Rath... Knowing I too had lied to him, even and especially since he trusted me, cut into my soul and I could feel the ceaseless twist of guilt. Rath's trust is a very difficult thing to receive. And I had made a mockery of it, breaking my promises and filling my heart with shame. Then, weak from fighting my inner demon, tired of the torment destroying the castle, and aching from leaving Rath's side, I let hot, salty tears trickle down my cheeks. Nadil brushed one away with a sweet tenderness, but it only made me sob harder. That hand used to be Rath's. And it was Rath that I would miss so badly. I fell against his chest, shivering and crying out in frustration.
Then a horrible recognition shook me as I realized that my world was turning black.
:::End of Chapter Three:::
Ok, there you go! Another chapter, sappy as it was. VV; I couldn't help myself, I'm a RathCesia nut ;
I'm sorry it's kind of short this time, guys, but I wanted to let you know that it's going to be updated regularly, so...
I've got to fix up the next chapter, but it should be out relatively soon, hopefully on time (My goal is a chapter a week, or so, ok?)
Thank you all!
R&R
-Lady Dragonnaine