A Forgotten Comfort

by ThoughtfullStudent

A redo of a previous fanfic i had been writing on the warframe forums. Covers the idea that the Stalker originated from a clan that they subsequently wiped out, leaving only two alive. One joined sides with the Stalker, the other collecting the tags of his clan and swearing to avenge them. M rating for future violence and Intimacy. Currently on hold.

5. Chapter 5 Recollection 1

A scene lay before L'dael; It was a junction, the single light that flickered above illuminating the black and blue excalibur that lay there, blood bubbling out of a gash at eye height. L'dael knew the scene well. The memory of when his true sight was lost. The Nyx appeared from the left, walking ponderously over to him, spinning her scythe between her fingers, residual blood pinwheeling off. Arriving beside his unmoving body, she crouched and leaned in close to his ruined helm, inspecting the damage she had done.

"Oh you poor little thing." She said softly, she reached down and pressed the release points on his helm, easing it off to reveal the ragged wound that cut deep into his face, stark white bone mixing with the red of his blood. Setting the helmet aside, she slowly traced a finger around L'daels left eye, causing him to tense as newer pain flowed through his barely functioning mind. "And you had such pretty eye's too Dael..."

Slowly, L'daels mouth moved. Concentrating on forming the single word he desired overrode every stab of pain he felt. "What's' that?" The Nyx asked, leaning in close and cocking her head.

"why.." the word came out as a strangled hiss. The Nyx sat back and seemed to contemplate it for a moment, before leaning in again and pressing a thumb into one of his now empty eye sockets. The scream was all consuming, repeating over and over as L'daels legs bucked and thrashed, but still she did remove her thumb. Strangling down his scream, he used the energy to form more words.

"A...sa-dist...now...Tias?" He ground out his words, she couldn't help but admire his defiance.

"Now?" The Nyx known as Tias finally removed her thumb, causing L'dael to take a few heaving gasps of air now that he could breath through the pain. She took a moment to inspect the gore that her thumb was covered in. "My dear L'dael, i've always been this way." She said, forcing two fingers down into his eye sockets. L'dael watched as his legs flailed wildly until, finally, he lay still, claimed by an abyss that he would be unfortunate enough to wake from.

But now you've found her...and where tragedy is, calamity will soon follow...The thoughts echoed throughout the space as the scene faded from sight and his mind slowly slipped back into rest.