Suiro, my name is Suiro, I think, I'm not quite sure anymore…
There was no dream, it was black, I sat in darkness, for an eternity, then light filled the dark world, and I looked down. The ground was made of crushed bones, the bones of my victims, I think to myself, I have no right to live because of what I did to them. I walked, the world seems endless, filled with bones, the guilt is crushing, I decide it's pointless to keep going forward, I lay down and close my eyes.
"Why can't I just die?" I mumble to myself.
"Why would you say something like that!?" a girl's voice yelled at me.
Startled I roused from my sleep, and opened my eyes to see a beautiful female Elf, she had blue eyes, and black hair, her skin was fair. She stared at me with intense angry eyes, I sat up and looked at her she had a small build, and seemed to be of a noble bloodline based on her clothes. I felt a jolt of pain in my head, her face went from angry to worried, and she made me lay back down.
"I don't need to lay down, I need to find Doom!" I yell as she struggles to hold me down.
"You have a concussion, and a few broken ribs you're not going anywhere!" she yells in response.
"I can deal with pain!" I yell, my head feels like it's going to explode.
"NO!" she screamed at me, I stare at her startled.
I stare at her, she's agitated to the point of tears I realize that I'm not wearing a shirt, and my rib cage is bandaged my gear is sitting behind her.
"Fine you want me to lay down and stop struggling fine, but first let me know one thing, what's your name?"
"My name is… my name is Cynthia, I was… I was part of an archaeological survey team, we were attacked by that man in granite." She almost seems like she doesn't quite know who she is.
"Alright, Cynthia, where are we? Obviously you've moved me further into the castle." I say to her.
"I moved you into one of the chambers on the second floor, its warmer here than it was where you passed out."
"As good as that is, I need to get to the eastern shore of Daemonheim, and I don't have time to waste, so unless you can heal me, I need to go." I say, "I need to rescue… a good friend."
"I can try." She says, reaching into a pouch on her belt, "I'm no good at healing spells, sometimes it makes it worse…"
"I can take that risk, the person I need to rescue is very important." I reply.
She pulls out some herbs from the pouch then draws a ritual circle on the floor, placing them at the points of a hexagon within the circle. She began chanting in Elfish, the circle began to glow, and the herbs swirled into the centre of the circle, melding into a sphere of glowing light. She put her hands near the sphere, then directed it to my head, initially there was pain, then the pain evaporated, and the world stopped spinning.
I bolted upright, she seemed startled, but didn't try to stop me, she seemed relieved that the spell had worked.
"Alright, I need to get to the east shore of Daemonheim, you wanna come with me?" I ask her.
"I'd like that." She says, pulling herself to her feet.
I walked over to my gear and put on the armour, then reversed my cloak from The King's Death, the symbols on it were beginning to make me nauseous. I secured the cloak, then looked down at the claws that I had used to inflict so much bloodshed, they were instruments of death. The image of the Saviour appeared leaning against the wall next to me, he dressed in the same armour he usually wore.
"Well?" He said, "Aren't you going to pick them up, they are yours after all."
"I'll try my luck without them." I reply to him, then realizing he's already vanished into thin air.
"You'll try your luck without what?" Cynthia asked, coming up next to me.
"These claws, I'm leaving them behind, I'll find another weapon." I answer, "Let's get going, I don't have much time."
Just before we could leave the room, the floor gave way, and we fell, both of us were knocked unconscious, my broken ribs forced me to consciousness pretty quickly. It appeared not only had the floor given way, but we had landed in some sort of dungeon, the air smelled of rotting, and the room was dark, safe light that streamed in from the hole in the ceiling. I tried to move, then realized I'd probably broken something else, my chest screamed in pain, and my left leg wasn't doing too well either.
"This is a real predicament you've ended up in." The Saviour said, as he materialized over my head.
"Then maybe you could help me a little!" I say, straining against the pain in my chest.
"I didn't want to, but these dungeons are an inhospitable place, I recommend lighting a torch as soon as you're able." The Saviour says, his right eye glowed for a brief second.
Suddenly my body experienced a feeling of pure ecstasy, I felt the temperature around my wounds heating up. The wounds began to heal, I could feel the bones moving and righting themselves under my skin, but it wasn't painful, it more like an orgasm, I blacked out. When I woke up, I was staring at the hole in the ceiling, and I felt amazing, Cynthia was next to me, barely clothed.
"What happened to your clothes?" I asked her as she began to stir.
"I don't know." She replies in a dreamy voice, trying to cuddle with me.
"Well put them back on, we need to get out of here, and fast." I say, getting up, and putting my own clothes back on.
With a look of displeasure she puts her clothes back on, I light a torch from the wall, then pry it free and examine our immediate surroundings. We'd fallen into some sort of dining hall, or at least it used to be, the table and chairs had long ago turned to dust. There was a door to the east, it was made of rotting wood, the chamber beyond was black, I approached it with caution.
A roar came from the other side of the door, and I took a step back, looking around the room, this appeared to be the only door. I knew we would have no chance against whatever was beyond that door without some weapons, I looked around the room for something, but there was nothing. Then I noticed something glinting from underneath the pile of rubble from the ceiling, I ran over then began digging through the stones. Right under where we had fallen was a pile of swords, in surprisingly good condition, I picked one up sure enough they seemed to be combat worthy. I walked back over to the door, new sword at the ready, the roar came again, accompanied by a rumbling, the door shook, and pieces of it began to fall off.
Cynthia hid behind me, I slowly, cautiously tapped the door it fell off its hitches beyond it was a dark chamber, now illuminated by the light of my torch. A beast charged us, but with the clanking of chains, stopped just before reaching the doorway, it snarled viciously at us. It was like a cross between a hellhound and a bull, with massive bull horns on its head, and vicious teeth like a hellhound. Its body looked mostly like a hellhound's, but with hooved feet instead of claws, its skin was a bloody red colour, and seemed to be almost too small for it spurts opened up all over its body spraying blood everywhere. Cynthia screamed with it came at us again, this time I was closer (I had been slowly stepping further into the room), its jaws snapped just inches away from my face.
The skin on its head broke like a zit, and blood sprayed all over my face, I stood there, breathing in and out, sword at my side. It reared, ran around the room and charged at us again, this time with the chain went taut, the wall began cracking. I stepped back as its jaws snapped closed where my head had been, I raised my sword, I didn't know what this creature was, but it was in our way.
"You're big…"I mused, stepping into the room, "Fought bigger though."
I lunged at the beast, it reared and attempted to block my blow with its hooves, I manoeuvred my sword to the right it cut a gash into the creature's side. Its hooves impacted my chest, I managed to get out of the way as they came down to the floor, turning on a dime I cut another gash into the creature's rear end. It screamed and ran forward, this time the chains were ripped free, and came smashing into me, I gasped as I was forced to the ground.
It towered over me, panting heavily, it reared to smash my head, when I heard an Elven song floating through the air. The creature seemed to hear it too, because it decided to smash its hooves into the ground next to my head instead of the ground with my head. It seemed to calm down, the song was rather tranquil, I picked up my sword, then pulled myself to my feet, and circled around behind it. Cynthia was the source of the song, she had her hands clasped at her chest, eyes closed, and she seemed to be glowing, as the creature neared her, she stretched out a hand, opening her eyes. I took the opportunity to stab my blade into the creature's heart, or at least where I estimated its heart was.
Blood sprayed from the wound, painting my clothes, and armour red, Cynthia stood mouth agape, eyes shocked for a moment before screaming. I pulled the sword free, and the beast slumped to the ground seemingly dead, Cynthia stood shaking staring at the horrific site of the corpse. I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the room and away from the beast, moving toward a door on the other side of the room. Just as I reached the door, the corpse made a popping noise, I whipped around sword in hand to see a lesser demon rising from the corpse. I pushed Cynthia through the door, and stood sword ready to fight, though I don't I'd be able to defeat a demon of any kind.
Before it could attack an arrow pierced its chest, it stumbled backward, before being cut to pieces by 2 warriors dressed in black armour.
"Friend of foe!?" I yelled across the room at them, apparently they hadn't noticed me.
"Depends…" One of them said, hefting a large axe onto his shoulder, "Are ye a member o' The King's Death?" He had a thick Fremenikk accent.
"I'm not a member of The King's Death!" I yelled at them, hoping they wouldn't recognize me.
"You're Chi the Bloodthirsty." Said the other guy who had cut the demon to pieces, he levelled twin rune sabres in my direction, "I've fought you before."
"I REFUSE TO BE CALLED BY THAT TITLE ANYMORE!" I yelled, ripping off my cape, and throwing it the ground.
The men who had killed the demon looked surprised, a third person approached from behind them, an archer, the one who had shot the demon.
"If you're not Chi the Bloodthirsty anymore, then who are you?" She had a thick Asgarnian accent.
"I…" I hesitated, I couldn't remember my name, "I don't know…"
"Then I have no business letting you live." She said, swiftly putting and arrow in my chest.
I collapsed to the ground, the air didn't seem to want to stay in my lungs, I couldn't breathe Cynthia began screaming from behind me. She kneeled by my side and began treating the wound, the arrow was barbed so that it couldn't be removed with causing even more damage to the person. The world faded to black, damn it, I thought to myself, not this again, I struggled to remain conscious without oxygen, but failed.
"Well this is an awful predicament you've gotten yourself into." The Saviour said, appearing from the darkness.
"What the hell am I supposed to do?" I asked him, everything seemed grey.
"Well, you could reflect on your crimes, you know all those murders, and genocides you committed." The Saviour said, his voice heavy with sarcasm.
"Doom said you could've pulled me out of it, why didn't you?"
"Because you needed to experience something awful to appreciate what peace would bring, the guilt you must feel, must be tearing you apart at this point." He replied.
"Am I dead?" I ask, feeling hot tears rolling down my face.
"No, they gave you the benefit of the doubt, and right now you're lying in a cave within the dungeons of Daemonheim." The Saviour answered.
"Then this is just a dream…" I whispered.
"Similar yes, but I've taken it over in order to talk to you, ask you what your decision is." The Saviour whispered in reply.
"My choice?"
"Which side do you take in the clan wars?" The Saviour said, the mood changing abruptly to one of seriousness, "Valhallius, or The King's Death?"
Suddenly I was more aware of my surroundings, like waking up, but I was still in the dream.
"I can't choose either right now, because I've only seen The King's Death in action." I responded.
"I beg to differ, the entire time you've been fighting you've been witnessing the deeds of Valhallius." The saviour said, waving his hand.
Suddenly my vision was bombarded with images of conflict zones I'd been in, in each figures bearing the cloak of Valhallius were working to help the less then fortunate.
"You've seen Valhallius in action, I've seen what they've done through your eyes." The Saviour said, "Neither option is the best, but which one stands the best chance of ending the bloodshed? The choice is yours."
My eyes opened to the half illuminated roof of the dungeon, I smelled something cooking, a meat of some sort. I sat up, my wound was gone, Cynthia was asleep next to me, I glanced over at the source of the illumination, a fire set up by the warrior who'd shot me earlier. 2 of them were sleeping, the third, the woman who'd shot me, stared at me, bow resting on her shoulder, she tossed me something.
It was a stale piece of bread, I felt my stomach gurgle at the sight of it, I began eating it without thinking, I had finished half before I even began to consider. I started to spit it out when the woman with the bow spoke up.
"It's not poisoned, I wouldn't heal you only to poison you dead." She said, her gaze was hard and suspicious.
"You're a member of Valhallius aren't you?" I asked her, slowly continuing to eat the bread.
"And you're a member of The King's Death." She said, holding up my cloak, torn from countless battles.
I stared angrily at the cloak, then at the woman, who had a silver cloak on, with gold trim, and a blue crown with wings emblazoned on it.
"I refuse to be a member of that clan anymore…" I said, in a low tone.
The woman sitting at the fire raised an eyebrow, I stood and walked over to her, she tensed my reputation was obviously far spread. I grabbed the cloak from her hand and threw it into the fire, the flames quickly engulfed it, the black and green burning up in the fiery orange. I stared as the final symbol on the cloak, a green crowned skull, burned to nothing but ash, then sat down next to the woman.
"I refuse to kill any more people, I'm done with fighting." For the first time in 2 years, my voice and thoughts felt like mine again, "My title shall no longer be 'The Bloodthirsty', my name with no longer be 'Chi'."
"If your name isn't Chi anymore, then what is it?" She asked, relaxing slightly.
"I don't deserve a name, I've done too much evil." I replied, "I can't have a name anymore, but you do have a name, what is it?"
"Laura, Laura Kane, third daughter of the king of Asgarnia." She answered swiftly.
"Third daughter of the king? If you're royalty then why are you out here fighting?"
"I couldn't stand being holed up in that damn castle any longer, I needed to get and do something, so I joined Valhallius I'm a captain now, leading my own squad." She replied enthusiastically.
The room was silent.
"Why did you shoot me?" I asked her, after a moment.
"I recognized you as Chi the Bloodthirsty, I had to take you out before you could hurt my squad, of course that was before that girl broke down crying" She said, pointing at Cynthia, "Chi the Bloodthirsty was notorious for killing woman and children while getting off on it, when I saw that she appeared to have feelings for you, I decided to risk it and save you.
"I don't know why she would have feelings for me, we only just met." I say, "I'm not exactly a lovable person."
"That is pretty obvious." Laura replies, "But you're definitely not Chi the Bloodthirsty anymore, you have a completely different aura to you, Chi was sadistic and psychopathic, you're gentle and kind, complete opposite of Chi."
"I don't even know what my name was before they forced me into The King's Death." I replied, stoking the fire with the tip of my scavenged sword.
"You had another name?" Laura says, sounding surprised.
"Yes, did you think I was always a member of The King's Death, I had a life before it you know?"
"I assumed to get someone that cruel, and with a complete disregard for human life, they'd have to raise a kid into it all. What did you do before joining The King's Death?" Laura asked, setting her bow down on the ground behind her.
"I think I was a blacksmith before they conscripted me." I replied, struggling to remember much before the bloodshed started.
"A blacksmith huh?" Laura said, looking me over.
"They did something to my head during their twisted initiation ritual, I can barely remember anything before it I can't even remember my old name."
"That's terrible." Laura replied, "Valhallius could probably track down your old identity if you want to go back to it."
"The town I came from was burned to the ground, I have nothing to go back to…" I responded, omitting the fact that I was partially responsible for it.
"Valhallius could always use another craftsmen in the forges, we could give you a place to work, food, shelter, good pay." Laura says, reaching over and placing another log into the fire.
"I have no right to go back to that kind of life, I've committed too many evil deeds to just go back to a peaceful life." I reply, shivering a little.
"Want a cloak?" Laura asked noticing me shiver.
"That would be nice." I replied.
She took off her cloak and gave it to me, then pulled one out of her pack, which was sitting by her next to the fire.
Shocked I didn't say anything for a moment, "I'm not a member of Valhallius, I have no right to wear this cloak." I said, glancing at Laura.
"Consider it a gift, now, before I trust you fully, I need to know your reason for being here in Daemonheim." She said, her face becoming serious.
"I'm looking to break a friend out of Dragon Hold prison on the eastern shore." I said, "Do you have any water?"
"Then it would appear that our interests align, we're looking to break out a high ranking officer of Valhallius out of that very same prison." She said, passing me a water skin.
"Wonderful, then my mission is no longer a suicidal one." I said smiling, "I'm going to get some rest, wake me if you want me to a watch."
I walked over to my bedroll, Cynthia was still curled up next to it, a blanket draped over her, I removed the cloak I have just been given, and draped over on top of the blanket. Then I laid down into my bedroll, and before I knew it, I was asleep, the world of hell in my recent history, and the uncertainty of the future faded from my concern, and my dream was happy. It felt like the hell I had been through was finally over, but I knew that was premature, I still needed to rescue Doom, and choose a side in the clan war
I was awoken the next morning (I assumed it was morning), by Cynthia, who was shaking me awake, apparently was a deep sleeper. I got up, and quickly found my armour, and put it on, I'd dispose of it as soon as the mission was complete, the sword I had scavenged had no sheath thus I was forced to keep in my hand. I put on the cloak that Laura had given last night, and began packing up the bedroll I had ben lent, I didn't get far before the warrior with the axe grabbed the back of my neck.
"Why're ye wearin a' Valhallan cloak?!" He half yelled into my ear.
"Your captain gave it to me, said I looked cold, ask her not me!" I responded, my wound from the night before screaming.
"Put him down Fergus, Mistress Laura did indeed gift her cloak to this mongrel." The man with the scimitars said, he spoke with a refined tone.
"Ah hell, fine' ye get off' this' time, but nex' time, watcher yer back." The man called Fergus said with displeasure as he released the back of my neck, "I want ta' get outta these goddam' tunnels a' soon a' possible."
"We are well aware Fergus, and we're nearing the connection to the prison." The man with the scimitars said, patting Fergus on the back, he turned to me, "I'm Thomas by the way, a gentleman by birth, a warrior by way of choice, a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He said, bowing slightly.
"I don't have a name anymore, the ones I had are either lost or too blood-soaked to use anymore." I replied.
"Well that is unfortunate, however I am sure you will be given a new name post haste once we get back to Valhallian territory." Thomas said, picking up a pack, and handing it to me, "I'm sure you're well enough to carry your meagre belongings."
I took the back, and packed the bedroll I was using into it, then shoulder it, the rest of the party seemed ready to move out as well. Laura instructed us on how we would march, keeping the injured and inexperienced toward the centre, Fergus took at the rear, axe at the ready. The path we travelled down was long and dark, beginning from a door in the room we had slept in, and continuing to a more recent locked metal door.
"Here it is, beyond here is Dragon Hold prison's sewer system, they dump waste and corpses down here, the smell is supposedly horrendous." Laura said, pulling out her water skin, "Also I'm going to have to extinguish our torch, the decomposing corpses has presumably put off a lot of methane gas, which would ignite in the presence of flame."
"Then how are we supposed to see?" I asked without thinking.
"Wait and Listen." Thomas responded.
Laura pulled out an orb from her pack, then extinguished her torch, she poured out some water onto the orb, and it began to glow. She passed it to Fergus, then pulled another from her back, and did the same handing it to me this time, once the rest of us were equipped, she prepared to open the door. The moment the door opened a crack, the smell of methane filled the space around us, I gagged I'd never smelled anything quite so bad.
Laura continued to open the door, the moment she did, it revealed a field of corpses, in various stages of decomposition. Laura gulped back, Thomas stood, visibly shaking at the sight, Fergus was looking the other direction, guarding our rear, Cynthia vomited. I stared at the sight, reminded of the many times I'd produced sights like it in the past, the amount of guilt I felt at that moment was crushing. Laura took a step into the muck, sinking up to her thighs in it, she gestured for us to do the same her face was a steel mask of seriousness. Thomas followed quickly, I rubbed Cynthia's back, while prompting her to close her eyes and take a step forward.
In the end she did, the 'water' was disgusting, rotting body parts floated for as far as the eye could, I felt my stomach lurch, and the small food I had eaten for breakfast made a reappearance. To me it was significant, it showed me that my sense of right and wrong was returning, the sight before me was horrifying. After vomiting for several minutes I pushed forward with the party, this was a sewer system, it had openings to the ground floor of the prison. 10 minutes later a hole opened up in the ceiling, and a body was dumped into the muck, it had been horribly beaten, and was missing limbs. Cynthia fainted, I caught her just before she could fall into the sewage, propping her up, I splashed some water from my water skin on her face, she regained consciousness and I directed her away from the fresh body.
"Aye, it aint a' pleasant sight." Fergus said, reaching down to close the eyelids of the man.
"We're almost there, come on." Laura said, gesturing for us to push on.
We trudged through the sewage for another 20 minutes before coming to a stop, we faced a dead end. Several of the bricks had been removed to form a rudimentary ladder, it lead up to a steel grate, Laura gestured for Fergus to go up first. When he reached the top he carefully pried the grate free, then gestured for the rest of us to ascend, Cynthia went up before me, and I followed her, Laura and Thomas kept watch on the sewage tunnel.
As I poked my head up, I heard distant screams, we were inside Dragonhold prison, going up the rest of the way and looking around we seemed to be in an abandoned area of the structure. Laura came up behind me, followed by Thomas, we stood for a moment, before Fergus placed the grate back over the hole. Laura pulled an orb from her pack, then closed her eyes, focussing on the sphere, it began to glow then displayed a map of the prison. One of the rooms was marked in red, probably where they're headed, I thought. The prison was ancient, and had only recently been taken over by The King's Death, many of the various wings, and sections were still abandoned and waiting to be explored.
"Man formerly known as Chi!" Laura half-yelled to get my attention, I'd been lost in thought, "Where is your friend being held?"
"I don't know, all I know is that he's somewhere in this prison."
"Well' ats' a lot o' help." Fergus grumbled.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be more helpful, I was originally planning on barging in, and destroying everything in sight…" I stopped talking and stared at the members of my party, they were all staring at me.
"What happened to your eye?" Thomas asked after a tense moment.
"M-my eye?"
"It's glowing…" Cynthia said, seemingly mystified.
Suddenly a beam shot from it, and down the hallway, somehow I knew where it lead, and that it was about to give away our position.
"We need to move, now!" I said, readying my sword, and running in the direction of the beam.
I stopped at the end of the hallway and turned back,
"Go find that officer you're here to rescue, I'll get my friend we'll meet back here when we got them!" I yelled back, before turning and continuing to follow the beam of light.
The light weaved around several corners, then into a flight of stairs, I kept following it, as I ascended in the variable fortress, the screams got louder, and the smell of blood crept into my nose. I turned a sharp corner to face to face with a guard, a brutal looking thug, I caught him off guard and plunged my sword into his stomach. I didn't even stop moving, for some reason I felt that I needed to move quickly, I pulled the sword free as I leapt over his convulsing form.
The beam of light abruptly leapt straight up, I stared up, it seemed to be pointing the top level of a tower I had emerged into. Guards came running from all directions, I looked around for something to get up to the top of the tower. Then I saw it, a primitive lift system, I ran toward, ducking and weaving through the guards as they tried to block my path. I thrust forward with my sword, impaling the last guard between me and the lift, I landed on top of him on the lift. I rip my sword free and cut the second rope, the lift shot upward, I tightly gripped the rope attached to the lift, but the body of the guard, and my sword went flying back down to the floor of the tower.
Just before the lift reached the top of the tower, I jumped, and grabbed onto the edge of a platform, suspended by chains, at the near top of the tower. The lift reached the end of the line and shattered into splinters against the ceiling of the tower, I pulled myself up onto the platform. Panting heavily I looked around, suspended with chains through their bodies, were several people, they hung from the ceiling, instruments of torture were strewn on the ground of the platform. At the centre of the platform, suspended with red chains wrapped around his right arm, was Doom, he had chains sprouting from his body like the corpses that hung suspended from the roof. I approached him, his eyes shot open, and he began to struggle, trying to bite the air in front him.
Instinctively I dodged, and landed and blow to his stomach, he made a strained noise through gritted teeth.
"Sorry!" I quickly apologized.
Hearing my voice he stopped struggling.
"SUIRO!" He yelled, "Thank Guthix you're here, they're trying to siphon the power from my arm!"
"That's not my name anymore." I said in reply.
"Your name doesn't matter, listen, you need to cut the chains free, and pull them out of my body otherwise I won't be able to move!" He said, gesturing to a rune sword sitting on a nearby desk.
I picked them up, and swung it at the chains, cutting them free, Doom fell to the floor of the platform, only suspended by the chains around his right arm.
"Now pull the chains out of my body, then I'll deal with my arm." He said, struggling against the chains.
I did as he said, and grabbed one of the chains dangling from his chest, I pulled it didn't move, Doom made a noise, the pain was probably immense.
"Are you sure you want me to–"
"PULL IT FREE!" He yelled at me, his face filled with an intense mix of emotions that frightened me.
I did has he said, and began pulling even harder, after a moment it began to come free, and made a sickening sound as it came free of his body. After several moments, all the chains were out of his body, the colour had drained from his face, but the wounds were healing at an astonishing rate, I could see the tissues sealing themselves. After a moment he stood, and grabbed the chains around his right arm, then with a heave, pulled them loose from his arm, after which he was able to slip them off.
His body was bruised, bloody, and caked with soot and dirt, he rubbed his wrists, then looked at me.
"So you've figured out how to use the eye…" He said, gesturing my right eye.
"No, it just kinda did this on its own, it lead me to you." I answered.
"Interesting, well in any case we have no time to dawdle around here, we need to get going."
At the moment he said that, a second reached the platform, off stepped a familiar face, Cynthia, Doom immediately assumed a fighting stance. Surprised I waved to Cynthia, she didn't wave back she had an angry expression on her face her clothes were different as well. Instead of the simple archaeologist's clothes she had worn before, she now wore detailed gilded armour, and a black and green cloak, trimmed in gold, displaying the emblems of The King's Death.
I stopped waving when I noticed the attire, I slowly lowered my hand she continued to walk toward us.
"You to fire a beam of energy at her, now before she gets to us!" Doom whispered behind me.
Ignoring him I focused on Cynthia, "Cynthia, what the hell are you doing here?"
"Better yet, CHI, why are you helping him?" She said pointing at Doom behind me, her voice and manner were different than before.
"What do you mean, I came here to rescue him you already knew that." I replied, trying to give her the benefit of the doubt.
Cynthia stood for a moment, staring at me, a look of disappointment on her face.
"I had high hopes for you Chi, I really did." She said walking right up to me, and placing a hand on my face.
"What do you mean?" I asked, brushing her hand away.
"She's Plexus Strap." Doom said, now standing further back from me.
The statement was only corroborated by Cynthia's dress and attire, and her mannerisms, the shock hit me like a brick wall. I took a small step back, trying to grasp the situation.
"Cynthia… is he right?" I asked slowly.
"He is, I am Plexus Strap, or I was..." She replies, looking away, "But I changed myself…"
"She's the same bastard that conscripted you!" Doom yelled at me, "Forced you to fight your friends!"
I felt hot tears coming from my eyes, I didn't know why, I had little to no attachment to Cynthia.
"Why am I crying?" I asked almost rhetorically.
"Virgin Elven women let off a hormone that expedites the process by which people form attachments, doubled when an Elf women is with child." Plexus/Cynthia replied.
"What do you mean with child?" I said, the shock of the situation made the world spin.
"When we fell into the cave, you experienced the god's power, but your mortal form could only cope with it by releasing massive amounts of endorphins, resulting in an intense orgasm…" She said, blushing slightly.
Doom seemed shocked by this as well.
"Then…?" I said, the rest of the though forming in my head.
It took a moment for my mind to make the full connection to what was going on, when it did, I spoke slowly, and with emotion.
"You… The person who destroyed my life, killed my friends, and turned me into a murderer…" I said, my voice low and intense, "Are now the mother of my child?"
I felt a hot burning sensation in my right eye, it seemed to glowing even brighter, Plexus/Cynthia approached me, then wrapped her arms around me.
"We'll raise the child together in the Misthalin countryside…" She said.
Energy began to leak from my right eye like tears, words would not come, instead I screamed, and at the moment I screamed, the power of the Saviour was unleashed. The power seemed to incinerate the world of my immediate sense, engulfing it all in a blue light flowing like water. Plexus/Cynthia screamed briefly before I could no longer hear her, the prison seemed to vanish from existence, I saw the team from Valhallius they had been fighting.
Laura had a man leaning on her, he was battered and bruised, but he was obviously the one they had come for, that was the last thing I saw, before the world faded to black.
I opened my eyes slowly, the air was cold and bit at my skin, I could hear water rushing against the shore, a fire crackling close to me. I sat up, I was on the shore of Daemonhiem, a massive plume of smoke rose from over the mountain, I looked around, Laura, Doom, Thomas, Fergus, and another man were all sitting by the fire. The mood was generally depressing, I got up, and approached the group, Laura saw me, and extended a bowl smiling.
"Welcome back to the world of the waking." She said as I took the bowl and sat on a rock near the fire.
They had made some kind of soup, it tasted good it felt like I hadn't eaten in days.
"Wha… what happened?" I asked, while taking spoonful's of the soup.
"I think that Doom would be the most qualified to explain that, as I'm not quite sure what happened." Laura replied.
"Suiro–"
"That's not my name anymore, I don't deserve a name." I said, cutting him off.
"Ye deserve a name laddy, a new' name, an' I got jus' the one." Fergus piped in, "Sterk, it's ma' language's word for' 'strong'."
The rest of the group nodded in agreement, Doom smiled and nodded, before laughing a little.
"That's a good name, Sterk, I think Ory would've liked it as well." Doom said, a nostalgic look crossing his face, there seemed to be a rumble in the distance as Doom said 'Ory', "Anyway, you unleashed the power from your right eye, and it basically destroyed the fortress, I used my arms power to teleport us to the other side of the island, as for Plexus… well we're not sure, there's no way to verify whether or not he-SHE died in the wave of energy, without going back to the other side of the island, and we don't have the energy to do that right now."
"I see…" I said, staring down at my soup, "How long was I out?"
"A bout 16 hours." Thomas answered, "A boat is currently on route to our current location, it will be here tomorrow. Thanks to that eye of yours, Valhallius has control of Daemonheim again."
"Good… Doom I've made my decision, I'm going to support Valhallius in this war…" I looked up from my soup, intense anger welling up in me, "And I'm going to destroy The King's Death."