Eldritchshipping (Horahkty/Zorc)
. . .
Is it true? They do not want to believe that it is. Why they have truly—done such a thing?
Their name is Horahkty, or at least, that is what the humans call them. They themselves wonder if they have a name that is actually theirs. Their wings flutter nervously under an updraft as they search for the other. Where are they? Where have they gone?
They have broken the rules.
They destroyed what shouldn't be destroyed.
They have ruined the balance, perhaps beyond repair.
Would they really do such a thing?
They find them, then, standing alone. They are not in the form that Horahkty knows them best as, the huge, dark winged dragon with eyes like embers and curling horns. There is something wrong with them. They are on two legs instead of four, their face flattened and teeth permanently bared. Their tail has been warped, replaced with some...appendage that has a dragon's head of its own. They look...wrong. But it must be them, no other could have an aura like theirs. Only the god of destruction, the other half of Horahkty's pair, could have such an aura.
"Zorc!" Horahkty cries out. "Zorc!"
The creature that is and is not Zorc twists its strange face upwards. Their teeth look as though they are bared in a permanent grin and their eyes narrow as Horahkty alights on the ground near them.
"What happened?" they ask, so irritated that they don't even fold their wings. "The others are saying you—they're saying you broke the balance."
Zorc grumbles deeply.
"Are they?" they say, and their voice is—not the same voice Horahkty remembers. It's wrong, and harsh and it makes their soul shiver. "What are they saying I did?"
"They're saying you..." Horahkty almost chokes for a moment thinking about it. "They're saying you destroyed a soul. Multiple souls."
The greatest crime. Destruction was a necessary part of existence. Life could not exist without it. But souls were eternal. Souls were untouchable, not even by Horahkty's power. They were something that had been created even before Zorc and Horahkty and their brethren. To destroy a soul was to remove it entirely from the cycle of life and rebirth. To destroy a soul, was to prevent it from being ever recreated—it was removing a piece of existence out of eternity.
Zorc is too silent. Why weren't they answering? Why weren't they answering?
That permanent grin becomes horrifying when their voice finally emanates between the teeth.
"And what would you say if they were telling the truth?"
Horahkty never knew what the human word "horror" meant. Not until this moment.
Because this time, when they looked into Zorc's familiar red eyes, they already knew.
War was on them.
And they would have to strike down the other half of their existence.
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A/N: I don't fucking know I tried to get all creation story-ish on it whatever. Next is Effectshipping (Kaibaman x Maiden with Eyes of Blue)
