06-27-2018, 02:54 PM
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[b]☾ IOTA [abbr="speech; self-reference; thoughts"]x[/abbr] info [abbr="attacks"]x[/abbr] FIREBRAND ☾
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Her consciousness collapsed, her expression comatose. She laid lifelessly on the ground where Nayru had been chanting towards the goddesses, pleading them for their assistance in freeing Iota of her demonic shackles.
For a first exorcism, it might not have gone as well as they’d hoped.
Lifelessly, her eyes stared into Nayru’s ceiling. She hadn’t been dead, no. But her soul...
It was elsewhere.
Floating helplessly like a ragdoll in space, the pink feline’s soul couldn’t move. It couldn’t speak. All it could do was listen, listen to the echoes of time and space rushing past her incorporeal self second by second. It looked like her, but it for sure wasn’t her full self.
The soul awoke, emerald eyes casting a gaze deep into a white void. Silence all around her; its presence was deafening. Shiny green orbs locked in place, she could only stare straight into the void, her muscles lacking any sort of power in this state.
All she could do was float lifelessly.
Am I dead...?
Surely she wasn’t. But how could she know? She never once strayed toward the path of death, her once-mutilated body being a freak of nature, restoring itself from injury in a matter of seconds. So no, she didn’t know what death felt like.
Is this what they felt? The ones I all murdered?
Her voiceless questions met no answer. The only thing accompanying the soul here was the omnipresent silence.
I deserve this, don’t I? I deserve to be dead. I didn’t deserve a second chance. It was over from the start. It was wrong of me to ask such divine deities for redemption after so much torture and hurt I put people through. This is the ultimate price. I deserve this.
She shut her eyes, her soul unable to shed tears in this unearthly realm.
I deserve this.
Her soul finally rested, freed from its demonic shackles at last. The deed was done.
—
Voices. From every which corner of the void. Muffled as they were, Iota’s soul flicked its ears at their speech, trying to eavesdrop on their discussions. Who are these people...?
She listened closely to the voices, trying to make out as much as she could.
“This one... She deserves another chance. We shall give her the gift of rebirth, and her duty will be to look after the world’s vegetation.”
What...? Are they talking about me?
“I agree. She is deserving of redemption. Perhaps granting her the powers of a demigod will allow her to realize that we’ve watched her, and that we know how much she’s changed.”
“It was never her fault. The suffering, the anguish, none of it. What sorts of gods would we be to not have mercy on such a pure soul?”
“She deserves to live again. She deserves to see her friends once more, her family.”
“Let us relieve this one of the burden of death. She has gone through so much already at such a young age for it to end here so suddenly.”
Who are they—
Iota gasped as she finally regained her vision of the room. The ceiling, the walls, the... well, everything really. But most importantly, she could see her cream-colored friend who so selflessly assisted her some hours later.
“Nayru...?”
She could feel something on her head break. Bones. She should have been in agonizing pain, but she was not. Pieces of crimson rolled off her forehead and onto the ground in front of her.
“What is happening...?”
In the place of where her horns had been, as well as across her body, several hibiscus began to bloom, their velvet reds bringing out new color about her body, new beauty being born.
For a first exorcism, it might not have gone as well as they’d hoped.
Lifelessly, her eyes stared into Nayru’s ceiling. She hadn’t been dead, no. But her soul...
It was elsewhere.
Floating helplessly like a ragdoll in space, the pink feline’s soul couldn’t move. It couldn’t speak. All it could do was listen, listen to the echoes of time and space rushing past her incorporeal self second by second. It looked like her, but it for sure wasn’t her full self.
The soul awoke, emerald eyes casting a gaze deep into a white void. Silence all around her; its presence was deafening. Shiny green orbs locked in place, she could only stare straight into the void, her muscles lacking any sort of power in this state.
All she could do was float lifelessly.
Am I dead...?
Surely she wasn’t. But how could she know? She never once strayed toward the path of death, her once-mutilated body being a freak of nature, restoring itself from injury in a matter of seconds. So no, she didn’t know what death felt like.
Is this what they felt? The ones I all murdered?
Her voiceless questions met no answer. The only thing accompanying the soul here was the omnipresent silence.
I deserve this, don’t I? I deserve to be dead. I didn’t deserve a second chance. It was over from the start. It was wrong of me to ask such divine deities for redemption after so much torture and hurt I put people through. This is the ultimate price. I deserve this.
She shut her eyes, her soul unable to shed tears in this unearthly realm.
I deserve this.
Her soul finally rested, freed from its demonic shackles at last. The deed was done.
—
Voices. From every which corner of the void. Muffled as they were, Iota’s soul flicked its ears at their speech, trying to eavesdrop on their discussions. Who are these people...?
She listened closely to the voices, trying to make out as much as she could.
“This one... She deserves another chance. We shall give her the gift of rebirth, and her duty will be to look after the world’s vegetation.”
What...? Are they talking about me?
“I agree. She is deserving of redemption. Perhaps granting her the powers of a demigod will allow her to realize that we’ve watched her, and that we know how much she’s changed.”
“It was never her fault. The suffering, the anguish, none of it. What sorts of gods would we be to not have mercy on such a pure soul?”
“She deserves to live again. She deserves to see her friends once more, her family.”
“Let us relieve this one of the burden of death. She has gone through so much already at such a young age for it to end here so suddenly.”
Who are they—
Iota gasped as she finally regained her vision of the room. The ceiling, the walls, the... well, everything really. But most importantly, she could see her cream-colored friend who so selflessly assisted her some hours later.
“Nayru...?”
She could feel something on her head break. Bones. She should have been in agonizing pain, but she was not. Pieces of crimson rolled off her forehead and onto the ground in front of her.
“What is happening...?”
In the place of where her horns had been, as well as across her body, several hibiscus began to bloom, their velvet reds bringing out new color about her body, new beauty being born.
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