We'll meet again pt 2. Finality
Still written by socialPariah
Several more sweeps have passed since then, these beings were lost to one another for at least eleven solar cycles. During this time both trolls followed different yet strangely similar paths. Of destruction, rage and corruption which ran so deep it made more vivid their speech and coloration. Not to mention their unabashed flaunting of all their exploits, wealth and power.
By this time disaster had struck the still youthful duo despite their ascensions of power and absolute authority underneath the Empress. But now, said woman...Lay dead. Struck down by one of her heiresses. Their undoing.
Her name was Arcethia Marion Peixes, and she sought with all her might to make sure they were separated at all times. Which lead to the most dreadful degrading of their once complete beings, like pouring Aqua Regia over one's exposed flesh. A despicable heartless pair she made out of them with her own rule. They had at one time been decently moral trolls, only calling down the most ungodly of evil upon those who resisted The Empire.
But now...it began its decline, for her greed knew no bounds. Peasants once treated with a modicum of respect now were dashed against stone, subjuggulators once regulated and now charged with the entire insanity of their father allowed to run through the streets unchecked and violent. Seeking the flesh of anyone who so much dared as exist. It was pandemonium.
With her orders, The Orphaner himself took to the sea more regularly to keep the destroyer of worlds gorged upon the corpses of young lusii. There he met his own undoing, a fair maid with deep cerulean blood. He had fallen in seconds despite sweeps of convincing himself of complete faith in the indigo blood when he knew it was all a lie to start with.
The fushian blood refused to let them stay together for even the briefest of seconds, why had they not over thrown her already? Because of two...fatal mistakes.
The first being the spidery woman who trapped the sea dweller in her web, refusing to let him go. Icantheon lacked the will to give up either of his mistresses one being the gorgeous female known as Marquise Spinneret Mindfang and Alcohol, something he picked up in Arkilay to keep himself to freezing at night. When Malasana had left him...
The second ran back much further, with the tragedy which occurred much earlier when the indigo blood resided among his people before being summoned by the new queen. A rare affliction had stricken him, leaving the tyrannical god with a fever singed brain and one too many cases of laughing fits. But worst of all his...vocal cords had been damaged some how in his sickness. Causing the act of speaking to be horrifically painful for the Capricorn.
His voice now FLUCTUATED WITH THE CACOPHONY THAT SCREECHED through his very skull. Accompanied by sheer agony when ever a syllable crawled out of his razor fanged maw. But his position required his speech, little did he know that at least six hundred or so sweeps later his very own descendant would also be affected by it. On the day which he would need his voice the most...
Not to mention that with his now frazzled brain, the Capricorn often got lost in his own little world for extended periods of time. The only thing coaxing him from this cozy shell where he rested with his beloved sea dweller whom now he was unable to get close too. By the gentle nudges and unhappy trills of all of his adopted children. Of which he was dedicated too protecting, taking care of and loving as well as his own Maerium had him, but to ALL of his race whether they be small or grown.
Never the less being in the dark over Icantheon's infatuation with that particular female, he strove to do the best for his kind. But naturally kept dreaming of the day in his thoughts when they would be joined once again. When they could finally relax, with the way Arcethia ruled a rebellion was on the horizon. So they prepared for war irregardless of most of the populace simply laying down and taking it. Malasana was determined not to lose his crown even if the Empire fell down around them.
But now we take another look at Icantheon and his dealings, he has picked up a fondness for oranges along with alcohol but still his main love was the pirating female who betrayed the new queen daily and practically spat upon everything it stood for. But loved him so dearly, and surprisingly gently when she was so hateful towards everyone else. Only to turn during a party batting those long eye lashes and giving her matesprit a snide kiss while all the other jealous ladies of the courts looked on in fury over the ocean born fawning so readily over her.
Though at this time such things did not matter, for their spiteful nature barely scathed his fins. Being far more concerned with waltzing joyously with the Scorpio. Unaware that this soon may come back to haunt him in the very near future when with the changing of the seasons...The Empire began its decline.
It came shrouded in the thick mists of Typhoons whipped up from the east.
Devastation and death unlike anything they had ever bore witness too, the ground where it came from welled with darkness. Almost as if all of the peasant's pain had condensed into a sorrowful black mass ready to well up and destroy its creator.
Naturally in her time of need the oh so very famous duo was summoned despite the ridiculousness of her request. Believing that they could easily erase any of her problems, so they were shipped out into the barren lands of Maedina So'joru a once bustling populace from long ago. No one really knew what it was for or what it had been doing there in such a desolate area in the first place.
But every. Single. One. of. Their. Attempts. Ended in spectacular failure, and soon it became apparent that regardless of their skill it was a battle they were fated to lose. Rebels had ambushed them long after they had arrived here and Icantheon had ended up confessing over the appearance of Marquise to an unnaturally stoic Subjuggulator...It did not last long, they were soon broken down for the numbers were too great. So with once more sorrowful hearts they were forced to retreat watching as their home land was razed and burned by rebellious trolls led by a being whom Malasana's people called "The Being of Fire." due to its bright hellish red eyes and angry voice which boomed above the clamor of weaponry like a divine being come down to destroy them for all of their sins.
Which it surely did.
This troll was by name of Karmine Timok Vantas.
He was enraged, no FURIOUS at this empire for treating its denizens so poorly. So he sought to wipe it off the face of the map. It took only two months and soon...
Time now finds, its two most tormented beings trapped in a dark crumbling building. Having been forced to run from the new super power, Arcethia had now fallen as had The Empire. All they could do was flee for their lives.
It was...odd...now, considering all that had happened. Malasana's people had been wiped out, leaving him entirely alone in this world aside from the violet blood whom had basically betrayed him despite their separation. Not that he was surprised with his mind...ALL were traitors...
Everything that had happened, but they still stuck together for no particular reason. Being all they had now in this world, for now that they had been defeated. Honestly it seemed pointless to run any more, so turning toward his ragged friend. Malasana spoke for the first time in possibly a perigree.
"This shall go on NO LONGER WE HAVE NO CAUSE TO SUPPORT NOW, these new prejudice filled husks have killed all of my children. Even if some survived...THEY MUST NOW FLEE IN ORDER TO REMAIN WHAT WE ARE and that is free...do you understand sea dweller?" The red in his eyes was swelling as the massive entity made its advance toward the wary Aquarius.
"I s'pose I do." came a tired reply from said sea walker. " It ain't right, but there ain't much of a wway to remain free noww is there? Unless wwe run for good an' evver..."
"Ah yes...there is, I HAVE SEEN DESPITE YOUR WRETCHED HABITS AND NATURE my kind will welcome you with open arms though we are gone now." Malasana was grinning like a madman, it was the best idea he had ever gotten. He could end the suffering entirely. "WILL YOU TRUST US?"
"Alwwavves...wwater friends for?"
Nary seven minutes later after a deathly screech the raving troll tore into his armored ally with the swiftness of a well practiced killer. Tearing from him flesh, puncturing lungs with crushed bone but no he did not stop there. Using his own adaptation of sharp bone in place of his flesh The grinning Tyrant slit his own throat, a last sacrifice to the other gods which would see them through to the after life.
Truly now, as he was fading so quickly...Having not even seen the attack coming. He heard the subjuggulator's dying slightly garbled words.
"Fear what comes not now, my love for as I have always dreamed we shall be together for the rest of the black ages. Though we may be reborn in different forms. I assure you We WILL meet again, regardless of void and time. If you escape me...I shall surely follow."
and that was it, absolute emptiness filled everything around them both.
They were gone, just like that. Mere memories in the shadows of time, criminals to the New Age which the Cancer King had erected. Forgotten, eliminated. Their bodies never recovered from the ruin where the last record of Capricorn and Aquarius stand, sloppily painted upon the wall in long dried blood.