Ignoring the hot meal just at the tips of his fingers, Zireael lifted himself up, leaving without another word, casting an expression of darkness beneath the shade of his silver hair.
Noticing the Prince still standing just outside his tent, he paused, slightly amused, "You really will not give up? Head in, you can have my breakfast. I have yet even to touch it."
"You think I wish for your scraps?"
"Call it what you want. It's a free warm meal,"
Pressing on without another word, Zireael began to hover off the ground and into the air. Souring through the skies, and clouds a slumbering echo of freedom filled his mind.
"Zireael, if you do this, you could end up killing everyone." The master, sitting upon his throne hidden within the depts of an ancient realm, uttered with a warning. "You are abusing the power of the weave."
"It is my power. I was born with. It was not passed down, like others' thought. But something that came into life alongside me. I shall do as I please with my abilities."
Zireael peered in a heavy gaze towards the north, where Aurelia lay motionless. He smiled, but only for a second, before pressing south away from the Lake of Reflection towards a mountainous range spanning further than the eyes can see.
Wisping through the air, Lord Zireael fluttered about with the seemingly relaxed icy winds, clenching the vial of ravane within his palm.
He took a breath and looked back towards the north and then towards the azure skies brimming with radiance. Blocking the gaze of the blazing star, he sighed, "Will you force me to summon you? Or will you appear?"
Coming to a halt within the skies, Zireaels's field of vision twisted into that of an endless sea of weave coiling and twisting amongst each other. All of them connecting to a pixilated mesh of nodes. That shimmered with an azure hue.
Lifting his gaze towards a particular dark weave, the air chilled, and the skies grew dark as the abyss. He lifted his finger, shimmering with a silver hue.
"That will not be necessary, Zariel." A cold, chilling, lonesome voice fluttered through the breeze, bringing the rider of death with it.
The trees, rocks, skies, and color had all begun to decay and fade as a swirling tornado coiled like a serpent within the air. Chuckling with a hint of candor and deceit, a being of magnificent and death appeared. He had long obsidian hair, a firm jaw, with a set of lazy eyes that sparkled with vermilion radiance, clad in a black and scarlet suit and perfectly sized shaped crimson cloak that reached his feet.
"Mephisto, at your service, Zariel." He uttered with a smile that wasn't a smile into a slight bow.
"It is Zireael," said Duke Blackwater calmly, yet his heart was pounding, like that of bells, before the man whose lips arched into a devilish smile.
"A name cannot be changed till death is issued. Zariel will be your name, no matter what you do. But you truly didn't have an imagination, did you? They both start with a Z and sound almost the same."
Narrowing his gaze, Zariel's jaw tightened, "Why the connection with Aurelia?"
"Was it not what you wanted? We can promise you, boy. You will not find anything better. After all, she carries the power of the Prince who once reached for the Heavenly Throne." Mephisto uttered casually, peering just towards the north, at the girl resting.
"But why did you cast such a spell? Pay such a price simply to connect us?"
Tearing his gaze from off the sleeping angel, Mephisto arched his gaze lazily upon the silver devil, standing with a fiendish expression. "I have the answer, but it comes at a price." he fiendishly tittered to say, "Give up something, and I shall tell you!"
Zariel scuffed, outraged at the very thought, "Are you mad? You think I need to make a deal with you! A Devil!"
Crackling with heavy laughter, Mephisto's scarlet eyes hummed with life, "But of course, my boy! Nevertheless, I will tell you anyway. Think of it as a freebie. Aurelia, for one, is the spawn of Lucifer Morningstar, and you, my boy. You hold the power none should hold. The Power of the Almighty."
"eh?"
Blasted away by this information, a shudder passed through Zariel like a blade through his skin. Peeling away at his flesh till all that was left was a chill, he felt Mephisto's arm on his shoulder, grinning with his lazy eyes.
"Indeed, boy! I am sure you have heard of him—the True Ruler of the Nine Hells. But what took my interest was you, my boy!
Pushing his hands from off his shoulder, Zariel hovered a safe distance away, "Why the space, my boy? It was, after all, I who sprung you from the depths of hell itself. Should you not be a little grateful."
"Lies! I did so by manipulating the weave! I crafted my own body from scratch after endless cycles!" Shouted the young boy, defiantly feeling his entire world beginning to turn.
"Within the Ninth Hell, none can escape, for it is we who torments you. It is the Fallen from Heaven that will carve you away till all that is left is insanity. While it was your power that allowed you a free passage, I could have easily taken you back.
Circling Zariel, who appeared distraught Mephisto, cracked, "Fear not my boy, I am not your enemy, nay I am your friend. For you see, Aurelia will not live long due to the price of her very existence. I am here to help you and her."
"I do not need your help," Zariel definitely pressed, passing his hands through his sweaty brow and hair; he stood firm.
"A blood moon is upon us soon, boy! And with it will be those of legends and myths. I genuinely wish to see how you will fair in this game that has been rigged in favor of the Gods that govern the laws. Till we meet again," Mephisto waved, vanishing in a whirlpool of death and chaos.
Turning paler by the second, the young lord slowly began to decent from the heavens and onto the land of Alos.
Crossing his arms over his shoulder, a familiar touch of fear and torment clawed at his mind and flesh.
"Damn you all!" Zariel muttered in such a dark tone; the skies themselves began to bleed, with the wails of the dead clawing their way from the depths of hell itself.
'Zariel'
'Zariel'
'Zariel'
'Zariel'
They roar till all that was left within the eyes of Lord Blackwater was the glint of scarlet and will to devour light of the world.
Watching the golden star shimmer with radiance upon the land, Eachann heard a soft groan escape the little bun he placed upon a log to rest. Holding a tanker of water by his waist, he knelt, putting it to her lips.
"Drink," He uttered softly, "You look terrible."
Tasting the icy water, with the slight aftertaste of whisky entering her throat, Aurelia gagged, tearing up at the terrible taste. Shooting to her feet, her eyes opened with a hint of awareness flowing from her stance.
"Where? Where am I?" She hastily asked, touching her back noticing her staff missing. "Where is it? Where is my staff?"
Surprised by the tension around her, Eachann did not break character. He smiled, patting her head, "Calm girl! slow down and look it by your side, just at your feet."
She paused, turning to gaze at the corrupted staff overflowing with a seductive charm, "Sorry papa, Aurelia... Aurelia was just scared."
"Bad dream?" He asked, lifting his stare towards a shadow in the distance watching. Noticing the shadow of a nocked shape of a bow and the glint of an arrow, he tried to maintain a smile that appeared quite strained.
"I dreamed I killed a knight. Took his head clean off," Said Aurelia softly, lifting her staff off the grassy earth. "It was so real. I could hear his skull cracking, his flesh ripping from his neck. I could even hear the echoes of his last breath.
"Was only a dream, Girl," uttered Eachann without much concern. "Why not tell me of your travels while I was away. Has Duke Blackwater been treating you well?"
Finding a smile that seemed to lack confidence, Aurelia semi-noded with a hint of hesitation, "Y-yes. I think so."
Looking up at her father's warm face, Aurelia suddenly frowned, "Papa?"
"Hm?"
"Why did you sell Aurelia?"
Dropping his jaw, Eachann froze, in a manner befitting an innocent man, 'ME? Sell you? The bloody hell are you saying, Aurelia? You are my daughter! DId Zireael tell you that? Did he tell you I sold you?"
Staring with sharp eyes, Aurelia attempted to peer through his lies, finding nothing but a look of a hurt father. Studying the anger building upon his face, she muttered, "So Zireael lied?"
"Of course he lied! By Azalea's Divine Wisdom, why the hell would I sell you? You are my world. I left you there temporarily. Duke Blackwater had asked me to find a strange herb in order to give you a bright future. He is a lier, Aurelia."
"Liar? Yes, Yes, he is indeed a liar, a bully, and a baddie," Aurelia muttered with hallow tears taking a step back with a broken heart. "But Aunty Talia is not, nor is Master Innis. They took care of Aurelia, trained her, and protected her from Zireael."
"Aurelia," muttered Eachann with a broken heart, "I swear in Azalea's name that I am not lying. I swear, to the divine. Please, you must trust me."
"AURELIA!!!!!" Howled the child-like voices of Ella and Sionn.
Not bothering to turn towards them, Aurelia's steps continued to retreat as more and more tears fell. "You did sell me." She said as the words of Zireael from all those months ago appeared within her head.
"By the end of this trip, you will kill your own father."
Covering her mouth, a faint feeling gripped her mind; as her voice began to crack and her heart began to burn with such heat, she felt herself grow dizzy.
"Aurelia," Eachann bitterly muttered, lowering his head, hiding the wicked smile upon his lips. "You disappoint me."
"Eh"
Sensing the alert spell scream, from two points, a golden black flash sprung from the young girl's small body.
Weaving the arrow that was heading for her spine, Aurelia twisted her small, nimble body with such precision she could feel the piercing air of the arrowhead against her ribs as it struck the ground.
BOOOM!!!!
Tearing her off her feet, Aurelia was blasted from off the ground skidding over the ground like a ragged doll.
Rising with scraps from all over her body, blood hot like fire flowed from her chin onto her snow-white tunic.
Rushing to her side, Ella and Sionn stood with their weapons drawn, ready for battle.
"Aurelia, you good," Shouted Sionn arching his iron shield high.
Pushing her body off the grassy pain, Aurelia spat a sliver of blood from her mouth with a dark expression. Spewing a golden black aura from her body, a dark chill slowly began to enter Sionn and Ella as they watched the radiance around Aurelia grow darker.
Pushing her way from behind Ella and Sionn, Aurelia approached Eachann with slow steps that seemed to echo out into the world. Crushing the grass around her, the eldrich staff began to hum with an evil aura, sucking the life from the elements around her.
Withering the grass and tree's around them, the dark aura within Aurelia's golden radiance began to grow and meld into her.
"My Daughter," whispered an almighty voice only heard by Aurelia approaching with a betrayed expression, "Rise, pass the Fallen we are, and ascend to the throne I failed to take. Rise, Aurelia Morningstar! My Golden Star!"
"Why did you sell me?" Uttered the Golden Fallen, with her eyes burning with the sin of wrath.
Taking a step back, Eachann shuddered in dread, finding his legs unable to move before the golden black eyes of the Fallen etching closer.
"Was I worth only so much?" She asked, raising her voice with each step she took, 'Was it not enough to sell me, you had to return?!"
"No! It wasn't like that! The knights forced me! Zireael too. We are just their pawns, darling. You must listen to me. I am your father!" Eachann howled, in fear, sensing his body rapidly beginning to age and wither away the closer she drew.
"He was right," cried the young fallen, with tears black as coal dripped from her eyes, "He is always right, you know. I hate him, but now I hate you more."
"You mustn't do this," Eachann begged, feeling his very blood melting away. Tasting the ashes of brimstone upon the tip of his tongue, he felt the echoes of the Hells calling his name from within the burning eyes of Auralia.
"Goodbye, Eachann."
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