we're slowly uncovering what i basically have already described in the extended summary lmao. diana's cluelessness makes me laugh. (and yes the title is a doctor who reference for those wondering)
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Diana was in a library. Or rather, Minerva had been in a library, which meant their improvised "séance" had worked.
She had no clue how the hell she'd done it. All she remembered before opening her eyes to the dusty, bookcase filled halls had been the taste of blood in the back of her throat and a sense of serenity overtaking her. Weird since she'd been feeling anything but serene.
"Damn, Minerva," Diana whispered to herself, her voice still strangely her own despite the different vocal cords, "You beast." She wiped the blood wetting her upper lip and took a look at the corpses strewn about the floor. The staff strapped to her hip hummed its own unfamiliar song.
Diana took a deep breath and sighed in relief at the absence of that irritating tickle in her throat; she could get used to occupying Minerva's body just for that lack of allergic reaction.
The entire room was lit poorly by the moonbeams coming in through the vast windows covering the entirety of the left wall. Diana could still see the dust particles floating in the air like ghosts in the corner of one's eye, mostly thanks to the lantern on one of the study tables that had been pushed to the side of the room. The wooden double doors had been barricaded by a toppled over bookshelf, and Diana could hear the thumps and cries from the other side.
Upon closer inspection, she could discern rows of sleeping bags along the back of the long hall, as well as propane stoves and cooking utensils knocked over, clothing items and personal belongings in messy piles. The stink of death hung in the stale air like a demonic presence, chilling Diana to her core.
If people were books, these had not had a peaceful, happy end. At least Minerva had put them to eternal rest.
But aside from that, what the hell had Minerva been doing there?
Diana stepped into the radius of the lantern's eerie glow and saw the books and texts spread across the table in an organized fashion, and cringed when she saw some of the brittle, yellowed pages covered in streaks of neon orange highlighter. The horror!
She sighed with a shake of her head, getting over her theatrics but still feeling the wound of the violated integrity of that old book deep down in her soul.
Minerva's pale, slender fingers almost startled Diana when she touched the highlighted paragraph, causing her to chuckle awkwardly to herself. She didn't know if she'd ever get used to that. And she still hadn't seen herself in any reflective surface.
One thing she noticed that was different to last time, though, were the fingerless leather gloves and the elastic bandages wrapped around her forearms. They stopped at the elbows – presumably for unhindered mobility – and continued along the upper arms, where they disappeared under her sleeves.
They were too warm and uncomfortable, but fucking genius. Diana could guess their purpose right off the bat. If they weren't looking so filthy – with what looked like dirt and dried blood – she would try to bite through them to prove her point, but she was sure it wouldn't work. Minerva was a real mastermind; she had zombie-proofed herself.
A loud cry at the doors brought her back to the moment, and she focused on the books once more. The highlighted old one was entirely written in Latin, so that was of no use to Diana. The Oxford Latin Dictionary was propped open on the table with half a scribbled page of notes next to it. Now that looked promising.
Unfortunately, Minerva's interpretations and translations were written in an unrecognizable scrawl. Diana prided herself in her ability to read almost every handwriting, but Minerva's she couldn't decipher no matter how she squinted at the words or held the page. So much for promising.
Diana turned to another book, that one in English, on Greek Myths. She smiled to herself; Minerva was always one step ahead, it seemed. The section she had cracked open told nothing specific pertaining to their hypothetical case.
She flipped to the next page, and there was a big neon orange exclamation point next to a highlighted sentence. It read: There are at least 210 cases of similar documented prophecies from oracles throughout Ancient Greece that seem to suggest an end to mankind at the hands of the gods. It is to be differentiated from the biblical Armageddon.
It didn't elaborate on that, it simply moved on to list down other prophecies interconnected with one or many gods either directly or as aftermath.
Diana wondered how those oracles would feel if they were alive now. Would they rejoice at their accuracy or curse their beloved deities?
Even if their predictions were correct, there was something that just didn't click… If the apocalypse had been their doing, what would justify Diana and Minerva's purpose in all of it? It made zero sense.
She flipped some more pages, hoping to catch another glimpse of that neon orange, but there was none. So, on to the next book she went, checking the cover to see it was about Norse mythology. Huh. Norse, really?
Diana tired of standing and knelt if the wooden chair, resting her forearms on the tabletop. There was another exclamation point next to a chapter titled Ragnarök. Alright, so the only thing Diana knew about that involved a beefy Australian god, a beautiful drunk warrior, and a green 'roided-out jock, so it was probably not the most accurate.
"Blah blah, great battle, blah, death of many gods, natural disasters, blah, world submerged in water?" Well, there's always room for interpretation with these things. But why had Minerva been looking up Norse mythology? Hadn't it been made clear that the Greek were to blame? – no offense.
There were just too many damn questions! Diana's mind was in a whirlwind, she had to physically lean back in the chair and take a deep breath.
First of all: gods from ancient mythology were real?! What the fuckening? How could that be? Diana had been raised catholic, but she didn't care much about the church institution part of it, and her belief in a higher power had never been precisely by the Bible but more of her own version. And now to find evidence, to be that evidence that there was something else besides that almighty figure? Mindblowing.
Then second: She and Minerva had been handpicked by two Greek deities themselves, possibly from birth. Why them? Why Artemis and Athena? Why the Greek gods? Were they the only ones that existed in this new realm of possibilities?
Is that why Minerva had been looking into the Norse? Did she believe there was something more? Something bigger and beyond the two of them, maybe?
A chill ran down Diana's spine at the thought. She huffed in frustration and clutched the thick straight hair with both hands before letting her forehead plop onto the table. She whined and rolled her head until she could eye the unopened books neatly piled next to the lantern, looking like a skyscraper of promises. She read the titles over; there was one on Egyptian mythology, Chinese, Hindu, Polynesian, and Aztec. Minerva was really into her research.
Some thinner texts on doomsday cults put the cherry on top of the sundae.
While Diana had been singular-minded, Minerva had tried to see the picture as a whole. She hadn't stuck to what she knew or thought she knew but had literally fought and killed to broaden her knowledge on the subject. Diana had found her role model.
Something warm and wet trickled down her nostrils, and Diana knew she was running out of time. This time around, the staff simply hummed; no more eardrum piercing frequencies. She took one of the pens available and jotted down a note for Minerva; a simple question, the most pressing one in her mind at the moment.
Are there more of us?
which one of my ocs do you guys identify with most and why?
i'd really like to know babes
