This outlines Cel's rise from being a Sinner on their way to becoming Lord Marshal
Even as she was held within her mind played deep tricks on her. Each trick as though a true memory, one that she felt had happened. Each one that ripped through her, bringing about new screams as the souls within each began to fight for dominance over all. Even as the two powerful souls and minds intertwined, another fake memory played out in them.
She held her breath as the quick breathes began to tear through her frame. She kept moving though, her steps faltering but never stopping. She held the cloak tightly across her shoulders, the leather a slim bit of protection from the wild winds that whipped around her. Memories filled her mind, blocking out so much. The past beginning to swirl around her as she walked, each step a little faster than the last one. before long she was running, the past snapping at her heels like all the levels of hell had opened up and came for her. The screams of horror and terror followed her, pushing her past what she could hold onto anymore. She turned into a ravine, the walls of rock towering over her giving some protection from the storm that raged against the world around her. She stopped, shivering now as she leaned down against the rock. Her eyes closed to the hell she seen around her, but that didn't stop the hell in her own mind. The souls she carried finally sensing a weakness within her and they began to push and shove against it. The tears pushed against her eyelids, the horrors she had committed finally forcing themselves to be known. No longer allowing her to repress the memories of what she has done. The lives she has taken, the souls she stole, the powers ripped from other beings… And the life of who she loved, taken by her own hand. At the time, she thought there was no other choice.. But perhaps.. Maybe she could have stopped it. Her harsh rasping breaths ripped from her as the sobs finally took over. Memories took over her mind, showing her the steps she took that was wrong, things she could have done so different to protect the ones she loved. But it was to late. She had already destroyed so many lives, left so many places in shambles behind her. What else could she do but to leave? Finally, hours passed and she was calm again. And with a certainty that her time was up. She stood up then, the leathers rustling softly in the now silent area. Making her way to an open spot around the rocks, she stood silently. The last of the tears rolled down her face before she took a deep breath. Closing her eyes, she lifted her face to the sky and spread her arms out screaming as she released her power. Everything within her went rushing out, every once of power, of life went rushing out of her and away into the sky. Free from the prison of what she had created, it took only moments before it was all gone. And she slowly dropped to the ground, her strength gone. Her skin nearly white and her breath slowly began to stop. Only moments lasted before she would be gone for good.
Cela held her breath, the feelings so real that she could barely feel the next one to come. Even as her mind reeled through the images, the thoughts slowly began to stop and allow her to see. To see that each one is a lie. That each section was nothing more than the tricks of the mages she had taken within. She opened her eyes then, the darkness surrounding her still as she finally come to. And she spoke allowed, the echos all around of her words. “I am whole again.. I am Celatain.” Even as these words left her lips, Fides.. Nay, The Evincar released her. She was steady, held tightly within as she emerged and left the confines of what had held her. The darkness the held sway around her now was deeper, crueler than before. But steadier than before as well. The silver swirling of her eyes remained the same, even as everything else about her had changed. The blue that had remained a part of her always, was still there. But was now merely a backlight, so to speak. The black shadows now reigned paramount around her and through her, the shadows that played and danced around her black and dense with only small flashes of blue within now. She stood out in the home of the Kinn, her memories her own again, and those that attempted to form she shoved away. She stood before the The Evincar, and bowed her head. A rare sight indeed but one that was well earned. “ You have freed me, when no other being has been able to do so. Even those who have attempted to do so, but your power and the gifts you granted have allowed me to become whole again. As such.. I am Celatain, and I forsake all others, giving my loyalty, my power, and the gifts granted to me here.” ((Te liberavit me, cum nulla alia esse potuit facere. Etiam illi, qui conatus est facere, sed potentiam tuam et dona tibi concessit habere liceat me fieri totum iterum. Ut talis.. ego sum Celata, et ego, consiliis omnibus aliis, dans mea fides, mea potentia, et dona concessit ad me huc.))
The latin words came easily to her now, not something she had done before, as she had always done one small thing or another to annoy those she wished.
Fides watched as Celatain came to be what she was now, and gave a nod. It was pleased that she had finally chosen to favor darkness, allowing the blue to fade into the background, though it was in a way still a prominent characteristic of her. He looked down at her as she bowed and spoke, in Latin no less, this too was most pleasing, no longer would he need suffering the chattering monkey speech she had favored in his presence before. His head tilted though as she gave her name and he gave a blink with his brows raised, Celatain, that HAD been her name. In a way it imagined it always would be, though it was not the name of a Kinn, not the name of a Sinner. ”Nos putas, tibi esset haeres vetus nomen. Autem, quod nomen est...inconveniens ex nunc te. Hoc ad nos, et nostrum genus tibi erit notus ut Ira Vultia. omnis kinn habet nomen...verum nomen, hoc erit servire, ut, tua, in tempore fortasse erit mutatio. Laborabunt, numquam tale, ut, si qui habere non meruit tale, quia cum scientia de istis nomen...venit gradus virtutis, ut cogere vos.”(we suppose you would cling to your old name. however, that name is...unbecoming of you now. henceforth to us, and our kind you shall be known as rage of feminine wil. every kinn has a name...a true name, this shall serve as yours, in time perhaps it shall change. be weary, never give such a thing to any who have not earned such a thing, for with the knowledge of one’s name...comes a degree of power to compel you.) here the Evencar reached into its belled sleeve and produced yet another precious gift, a rosary, her rosary. At the moment it was a raw aertifact, the form was tangible, but not set. The pertrian cross and the numerous beads were a thing which could not change, the style which they would take however were hers to choose. The gift could be considered precious in a number of ways, mostly due to its source. The aertifacts makeup would not change, it was made from the purest of Umbra. All Kinn received one of these. It marked them for what they were, whom they represented, that which they served. Fides wondered how she would shape it, it imagined there would likely be some hint of blue to it, perhaps lapis, or some other precious blue stone. In the end it would not truly matter, it was hers now. He placed the rosary in his left hand before gesturing for her to rise and offering it to her. ”Et nunc nos dare te cum aliud Donum "Vaultia". Quondam vos accipere possessionem eam formam tuo proposita, non hoc semel tantum sic elegit cum cura et cogitatione. Hoc marcas nunc ut quid factus es, et quod tibi servire. gere, cum superbia semper.”(and now we bestow you with another Gift "Vaultia". once you take possession of it it will mold to your ideals, it will do this only once so choose with care and thought. this marks you now as what you have become, and that which you serve. wear it with pride always.)
Fides was both eager and curious as to what her first actions now would be, she was an old soul, with dominion over many now. It wondered what she would do, with no given goal, no mentioned mision. It pondered a moment on weather or not to give her some vague direction, or to let her revel in her new freedom, she had been bound for so very long it would seem a cruelty to the Evencar to immediately send her out with some task demanded of her. There was no particular pressing task it could conceive of for the moment and as thus it would allow her just that “freedom”. In doing so it would allow her to “stretch her legs” and get a feel for this new being she had become, true what she had been before was similar, but not at all the same. She may well have other bits of business she would like to complete, FIdes would consider it a reward of sorts for her new found demeanor. ”Nos posuit vos ex nunc, ut lupus inter oves, ut faciam tibi. Nam nunc libero, ad facere quod volueris, ad adducam ad claudere aliqua amittere, finibus ut adhuc, indulgere vestri novus sui. In tempus imaginamur reverteris cum nuntius, fortasse aut aqusitions. Quondam nos habere negotium, et nos pro te, faciet te sciat. nunc enim ordines sunt simplices...fruar te.”(we set you out now as a wolf among the sheep to do as you will. for now you are free to do as you wish, to tie up any loose ends you might still have, to indulge in your new self. in time we imagine you shall return with news, or perhaps acquisitions. once we have a task for you we shall make you aware of it. for now your orders are simple...enjoy yourself.) with that said Fides gave her a nod, with an ever so slight bow before once more reaching into it sleeve and producing a tome of Veritas. It opened the book and began to read over its contents, albeit the Evencars tome was quite a bit different than the others. FIdes tome contained the teaching of Vertias, as well as a living history of sorts. It's tome allowed it to see all of the Kinn at any given moment, past present, and even in some cases the future. Fides could see what was fated in some cases. This being what allowed it to plot and scheme so meticulously. This tome was the father's way of telling FIdes what it was to do, things which were to be accomplished. This was the reason that Fides was nearly always looking deep into its pages. This was as close as any Kinn could ever hope to converse with the Dark one.
Celatain remained bent towards him, her form and demeanor showed that of a slightly bound being, one who could easily lose control. However, as The Evincar had freed her, given her the most precious gift she could ask for, she willining accepted the bondage that would be needed in order for her to retain control of what was she used to be. She stood at his words, the silver slightly glowing eyes swirled quickly and smoothly. She raised an eyebrow at the mention of her name, and tilted her head. Thought she did not respond to it, merely accepted it, as well as the rosary handed to her. As she clasped the beads, and the soft clinking sound of the rubbing together scored deep within her ears. Even as she bowed again, and moved to step away an intense pain rose from her hand, from the beads. Her bondage was not yet complete. She gripped the beads tightly before they began to melt and move up her arm to her throat. With a swiftness that surprised her, she now had a neck corset, the beads having created it to seal her bond to Fides, her father, before she left.It was pitch black, with silver beads outlining it. Unusual silver lines traveled along the black, creating an almost living look to the corset. In the front, the most prominent feature of this new attire was the inverted cross. The one that was on the rosary now dangling from her throat, the silver glinting with each move. Turning, she bowed again, only a slight ont to show that she accepted the bond. She faded from view, an unusually cruel look on her face before she was gone from sight.
She traveled quickly now, back to where it had began. The hunt for her, for what she used to be. The beings who started it were still alive. She could smell their blood from anywhere… She intended to have her fun with them.. And perhaps a gift for father, she thought to herself. The shadows spun and swirled past her quickly and with ease. As she came to a decent sized village, she stopped and allowed her body to form. The quickly shudder and disgust for it followed, which she easily controlled. She came out of the shadows on the outskirts of the town, her eyes traveling over the houses, and crops. With slow and easy movements, she crossed over into the town center. Her boots silent on the hard packed dirt. The quiet chattering and bustling of bartering and trading happened around her. Her eyes narrowed as she found the one she came to play with. Her head tilted to the right as she almost seemed to glide across the ground, a black pool began to gather and spread from her feet. Withering and screams could be heard from it, should one get close enough. The male she had her eyes on was speaking to another but froze in place once he seen her. His eyes began flicking around, while small tremors passed on his hands and he dropped the bundle of cloth. The being that he had been speaking to didn’t leave fast enough and had entered into the pool of blackness at her feet. Once it did that, it would relive their worst sins, over and over…. It took no time for this being to begin chittering and babbling. Celatain merely moved closer, her eyes never leaving the males… “Did you think I would not come back? That your petty little magics could outlast that of the pure dark?” She tilted her head the other way, watching as the sweat began to pour down his face. She kicked the other being away, sending him flying through the air to only ram into a wagon, breaking through the side and snapping his neck. “Oops…” She said, before she was beside him, inside the stall. She reached to her back, and pulled out a small knife, only six inches long… “I have waited a very long time to do this.” She said, tapping her finger along the blade.
She jerked and knocked him to the ground, the quick scream from him brought an almost musical laughter from her, the souls within enjoying this as well. She cut the simple clothes from his body, leaving him laying naked on the ground, her standing over him. “HOw long do you think you can stay alive after I have skinned you? Should we start with the feet… Or perhaps the fingers..” She trailed the tip of the knife along the skin, making small cuts as she did so. The male began to mumble, his sin coming back to him, tenfold. Forcing him to see his worst mistakes, even as he begged for mercy. She knelt down then, Gripping his left leg, she made one quick cut from the back of the ankle to the butt, then made the same type of cut along the foot all the way up to the groin area. His screams were piercing, horrid for most. But she wasn’t affected, in fact, it tempted her to go even slower.Rather than beginning to peel the skin off, she moved to the other leg and made the same cuts. “Now you can’t leave, can you.. The beings here have called the guards, seems I will need to properly introduce myself to them.
The clatter of hooves, and the jangle of metal armor rounded through the air, something that caused her to smirk, even as she made her way from behind the stall, back into the town center. “Only six of you? How sad.. Ah well, have you come to join my fun?” She asked, even as they dismounted and laid their hands on the hilts of their weapons. “By order of the guard, you are to leave now. Do not make us force you out.” One said, who seemed to be the company commander. Celatain only laughed at that, because she could see the others already being affected by her presence. “You see. .I am not going anywhere until I have done what I came to do. I also need to find the gift for Father. I am not leaving until I have finished.” She stated this simply. She shifted the robe she wore revealing the reinforced leather armor and her weapons. Twin short swords, strapped to her thighs, and a variety of knives hidden elsewhere. “But I do not need weapons to defeat you, stranger. Come a little closer.. Give in to the need to sin. Come and play with me..” She was almost crooning, the black pool expanding, souls could be seen pushing and shoving at the edges of it, fighting for a way out that they would never find. The guards came closer, their steps slow, stumbling before more screams ripped through the air and broken the hold on them. They each shook their heads and pulled their swords, coming at her with them. The rasp of the metal cruising across the leather scabbards of her short swords as she pulled them quickly to parry a blow and responded with a quick spin, cutting the first ones throat clean. The others all rushed her, their moves quick but mostly slow and clumsy moves. She spent some time pushing them around, before ending it quickly. Their bodies spread out on t he ground, several had been disemboweled and their guts lay elsewhere. She merely shook her head and turned to go back into the stall to finish.
He was still alive, trembling and moaning in pain. Getting her skinning knife out, she crouched down and began to slowly cut the skin from the muscles. It was a time consuming deal, as it required slow and precise movements. After a while, the ground was soaked with his blood, and he was nothing more than a withering pile of muscle and fat… As his skin was laid out beside him. She wrote, in his blood on the skin… “Ataline….. I am coming for you next.” The gift for her father… It should be the one who ordered her to become apart and incomplete.. Celatain thought he would enjoy the irony of it, if nothing else.
She didn't have to look far… He was down the road, and was trying to pack and leave. She waited outside, knowing he would leave by the cellar doors. She couldn’t enter the house, but nonetheless, she knew he would come out in his feeble attempt to flee from her. THe heavy door swung open with a creak and Ataline stepped out, several bags in his hands… He stopped, his fingers gripped the straps on the bags tighter… “Celatain… Ho.. How good to see you..” He stammered. She could see his heart pounding, fear pouring from him as he had to know what happened in the town center already. She clicked her tongue softly and shook her head… “ Did you think I would not return? That your feeble attempt to stop me would work?” She lifted a bloody to gently touch the corset on her neck, and suddenly punched Ataline, knocking him out. Chuckling softly as she did enjoy that, she leaned over and picked him up with ease. Shifting, she threw him over her shoulder and began the transition to the shadows to return to Father. She wished heer gift to be fresh for him, and even as she faded from view, she hoped he would enjoy it. It didn’t take long for her to return, her robe back in place and out of the skinned form and into her true one. She formed a shadow cradle, in order to carry the gift. As she made her way within, she felt at ease here. Approaching The Evincar, she spoke out to him.“... qui eduxi te munus expleverit in me oppugnari atque confractis. Fortasse non tam donum frui cogitavi, et facta es mihi omnis iterum Patre ". ((I have brought you a gift... The one who ordered for me to be attacked and broken apart. I thought perhaps you would enjoy such a gift, as you made me whole again, Father."))
She inclined her head down and stood with her hands clasped behind her back as Ataline began to stir a bit. So she tightened the hold of the shadows, not allowing him to move as she waited for her Father.
As Vultia spoke FIdes lifted his gaze from the pages to see what she had brought. Her memories that had transpired while within the Evencar did give him some modicum of awareness as to what it might be. Fides had expected something “more” from the one that had previously given her such grief. It closed the tome before it and approached her, and the “gift”, musing over how best to address this particular “nudus simia”(naked monkey). Before she had started her path with the kinn this man had been able to tear her asunder, separating her and weakening her considerably as far as Fides was concerned. Now he was being held helpless, squirming like a worm on a hook, Fides had an obvious expression of revulsion on his face, the man alone was disgusting, the ease of which he had been brought low made him all the more repulsive. A worm writhing on a hook at this point was a more noble creature, both still disgusting, weak...little more than meager bait in the grand scheme of things. Were it not for where they stood, or the relative significance of the man being offered up Fides would have simply crushed him and been done with it.
To the Evencar this person was barely worthy of note, however it believed it understood the nature of the offering. Fides offered Vultia a nod, it accepted the gift of this being but could think of no true use he might be to itself. The only thing which remotely interested FIdes was how the man had torn Celatain in half previously, though the man alone was likely pointless, even in her fever dreams there had been a group of them. At this thought Fides would lift its head, looking down its nose at the poor fool. “Fortasse….” (perhaps) The Evencar began to circle the pair of them as it formulated what it would do with this man, Fides wanted next to nothing to do with him in truth, but there was the significance of the offering to consider, more than the material of the offering itself. “Munus tuum, dum dulcis est imperfecta Vultia. Talem volumus, ut vos ad recipiendum reliqua de iis, amet pro priore inquinamento. Hoc facere pro nobis, et ulterius in via, et nos autem donum vobis secundum. Nunc nos servabit, hoc fragmentum de totum. Ite nunc, et recipere ceteris reus ”(your gift, while gracious is incomplete Vultia. As such we wish you to retrieve the rest of those responsible for your previous defilement. Do this for us, further your journey, and we shall gift you accordingly. For now we shall keep this piece of the whole. Go now and retrieve the rest of the guilty)
Though FIdes would not say anything aloud it had already decided what to do with this piece of her past. Vultia was a sinner of Kinn now, those beast often had some form of armour to them, as did she. Her current armour however, the Evencar perceived as “meek” or meager, as such it was unbecoming to it. Even if her armour was more then it seemed its visage fell short the vanity of its tastes and it would rectify this in the future. This soul would serve as some small piece of the armour the Evencar would gift her on completion of the task, it found it fitting that those responsible for her previous defilement would serve as her armour. Its decision made Fides lifted its right hand slowly, as it did so the man was lifted from the cradle Vutltia had placed him in. the Evencar would not rob her though of seeing what it did to this man, a simple tourture for now, and yet the inverse of its complete intentions held irony, this action serving as some small clue as to the fate of those whom had torn her asunder prior. A metal like quality would creep over the man's features, as if her were being turned into some small metal statue of himself, though clearly he was still alive and aware, his discomfort at the icy cold sensation was obvious. Once he had been consumed by the metal appearance fides ever so slowly began to close its hand, the motion was crushing to the man, his form slowly folding in and over on itself as he was compressed, smaller and smaller still till there was only a small sphere of metal. He screamed nearly the entire time he was being crushed, his mortal cries of agony and complaint complimented the screeching of the deformed metal nicely. Fides motioned behind it and in doing so the remnants of the man floated behind the Evencar disappearing into the darkness, held now for safe keeping as it awaited its reunion.
Cela stood before The Evincar, her thoughts flying backwards in time at what he had said to her. Even as she began wondering which of the beings where still alive that had been a part of the hunt for her, she began to plan. Each step was only vague at this point, even as she bowed to him and allowed herself to fade from his view. The feeling of letting down her father pushing her to search for the closest one, led her to a larger city. One by the name of Ordian, and the hustle and bustle of the townfolks was easy to ignore. She stayed in the shadows for a time, slipping from one part of town to the next, searching for the being that had been the captain of her demise. Cod, is all he went by here, although his name was much different many years ago, when he led his men after her. Perhaps… Tis possible that they felt they had no choice in the matter? It mattered little to Cela at this point, as she had a purpose for being here. She intended to make good on the words she gave to them, a small twisted smile crossing her lips as the dozen mages within her withered and screamed. She found him, the name Cod ringing through the lips of the sailors as they worked on the docks. A ship captain now, rather than a man of war. How sad… Cela slipped through the shadows and found his office. Rather than stay in the incorporeal form, she used her old one. A form that this being would know well.A seven foot two inch tall blue hued female took shape just before his office door, clad in leather and armed with a single set of twin short swords. Waist length hair held back from her face in a tight braid, the blue and silver of it standing out, even as her silver gilded eyes showed the true change in her.
She entered the office, and waited silently at the door until he had turned from the cabinet he had been putting things into. When he turned and seen her, he froze and all trace of color drained from his face. Much like a mouse.. He squealed a bit before stumbling back to try and get out of the far door, but again, he froze as Cela was there as well. Only now, she no longer looked at she did years ago. She was remade into one, and that left its mark on her. The shadows still swirled around her, but now black in color, with very little blue left in them. She was taller, and in this form still garbed in leather clothing. The aura at her feet began to spread out, as his whimpers shuddered through him. His memories of what had happened back then coming back and new and fresh in his mind, as though it only happened yesterday… “I told you that I would be back.. That I would take back what had been stolen from me..” Her words were like honey, soothing and sweet but for the undertone of millions that battered against it. Something Cod hadn’t heard since her downfall. He fell to his knees, the words trying to trip past his tongue and out to beg for his life. But as she stepped forward, the sweet scent of lavender spread of gently around her, and he came within her aura. A life time of sin sprang into his mind, each spreading out in a movie like feature. Each moment within the aura making them stronger, worse by far.. And created the urge to do them again and again. The thoughts of sin feeding her more, even as her laugh echoed out, causing him to jerk and fall to the floor, his hands held up before his face in a sad attempt to protect. Cela leaned down and grabbed a hold of his shirt, yanking him up to his feet.. And then several more feet into the air, until his face was even with hers. The cold that radiated out from her was worse than the lowest pits of hell, and caused him to shiver within only seconds of his being moved. “To kill you would be to easy.. My Father has a much better idea on how to use you..” The shadows, black and dense quickly shrouded him as her hand lifted from his clothing. Held in place by nothingness before the shadows dragged out from the place and space. Holding him silent and steady in the shadows, awaiting her next victim. Tis one more left alive, she thought to herself, as she faded from view in the office.
Cela floated through the spots of shadows in this city, the same one. She felt the other being, a female, that was here. But.. This one was smart. She had sensed that Cela was around, one way or another. “I didn’t hide that I was here.” She said to herself, as the tavern doors burst open and several men fell out of it. Tumbling and sluggishly punching each other in a drunken stupor. Cela pursed her lips thoughtfully before shrugging and moving on, the gruttal shouts from the city guards coming in to break it up before more beings were involved with it. Seemed as though only minutes had gone by to Cela, but in reality, it had been several hours since she had stolen the first male and started searching for the female when she found her. IN a fairly large house, set apart of the others by a large stone wall and metal gate. Night had fallen deep by this point, and the city was mostly silent as she stepped from the shadows on the inside of the court yard gate. She stayed silent there, watching. The silver of her eyes nearly blending in with the moonlight that spotted out from the clouds covering the moon. She could hear the hard booted feet of guards as they made their lazy rounds, none coming to the gate as they should. Leaning over, she pulled free a boot knife, a simple weapon only being used to draw attention. One guard wasn’t far from her, in a posting position. She came up behind him silently, not so much trying to hide herself, but more out of a habit. Her hair was nearly all black at this point, with only a small amount of blue highlights passing through it, that glittered sharply as she threw the guard into the middle of the court yard. HIs shout and thud brought the others that would be making her statement for her. The clatter and thunking of the group of guards all making their way to the noise caused her to give a small laugh, even as she stepped into full view. Leaning over to the first guard, she used the knife and cut his throat, only a small area. The artery spraying blood out as his heart was still beating, for a few moments anyway before the ever expanding pool of blood showed where his life now lay.
She waited, standing over the now lifeless body of the first guard. Her booted feet shifting ever so slightly as arrows tried to fly through the air towards her. And the shadows sharpened and shattered the arrows, preventing them from passing through to her. She taunted them at this point, growing a bit bored with it. “Come now.. Is this how she taught you how to handle me? Arrows didnt work before, and they won’t work now. Come and play with me.” The guards had no choice, as she had stepped further inward and was moving to head inside. Seven guards stepped into view, each of their weapons drawn and the shields several carried held out before them. Cela merely tilted her head and looked at them, the chain mail they wore, the not very sharp weapons, the battered shields and only laughed. The quick rasp of her twin short swords being drawn was a single sound in the now silent courtyard. The sound was a signal for them as they charged her, shouts and what could only be termed as “war cries” Split from their lips.
As they charged towards her, the shadows sprang up from all around. The sin that spread about on this land charging her even more so than she was before. As the guard got within about three feet of her, they were not only stopped but also lifted from the ground. Dense black tendrils of shadows began to penetrate every hole each being had, their eyes, nose, mouth and so on. On several, the shadows popped the eye balls out of the sockets and held them suspended in the air. Blood seeped from the guards as the shadows filled them and pushed the blood out and in some cases forcing the blood out through the flesh. As Celatain moved forward, the screaming swirling around her from within, and without from the guards as they slowly expanding and their blood cascaded down in a red mist, the suspended eyeballs would be able to “see” her as she passed close to them, and sheer amount of power she contained moved beyond their mortal ability to see and were slammed into a wall exploding in a fairly neat fashion. Celatain was dripping in the blood of those she left behind, the shadows having prevented any of the fleshy parts of the guards of coming in contact with her. As she stepped into the entryway, red ran down her face, even as the disgust on her face showed how much she disliked using this form. The shadows deepened as she moved inside, the soft whimpering from a corner of a maid who attempted to hide, and the scampering of the claws of dogs as they ran.
Celatain came to a flight of stairs, and as she made her way up the steps, she deliberately made it sound as though she was not alone. The loud thumps of each of her steps rattled the windows, and the droning sound of age old chant rang through the air from above. THe female Celatain had come for, in a sad attempt to try and force the separation of Cela and Celeste again. The sound of knuckles knocking into the walls as Celatain came to the top of the stairs, only a bit of mind games to her. HEr boots left bloody footprints behind her, even as she blew open the door before it… Alas, it was empty. She proceeded to do the same to each door, coming to a final door. This one bolted and shut away with enchantments and symbols scribed into the door and the frame. Celatain merely laughed at this, a poor flesh covered beings attempt to prevent one such as her from entering. Had this been private property, Celatain would not have been able to enter it, but it wasn’t The one who owned it died long ago.
Even a rare show of annoyance, she gathered the shadows to her and punched the door in, the resounding crash of it flying through the outer wall shrieking loudly. The female, Tania, stood at a table to the side. Candles flickering as she tried in vain to complete something that she had no conception of what it took. She turned quickly towards Celatain and gasped at the sight of her. Black hair with furrows of where blood had drained down, her face covered in the red life of the guards, and the silver spinning of her eyes showed a new coldness to her that had not been there before. “Seems you are not strong enough to prevent me from coming for you. .As I said I would. You and yours stole from me and my Father returned me to being whole. And gave me so much more.. But you and the others, you each prevent me from moving on. To becoming.” As Celatain spoke, tendrils slowly grew from below the table, the shadows growing denser as each second passed. Only to twine and hold Tania in place as her flesh covered body was slowly encased, even as she struggled. Celatain stepped forwward, when only her face was uncovered and slowly drew a finger tip down the females cheek.. “I warned all of you that I would return one day..” Tania cringed at that point, her sins playing like a movie in her mind. The images of hunting Celatain for defending herself, and of standing by and watching while the mages ripped her apart. Dropping her hand, the female faded from view to join Cod in the shadows.
Celatain faded from this place, her deeds here now done. Behind her, held tightly in place, the last two beings who once tore her apart. She traveled quickly back to what is now her home, and formed into a much better form once she was there. The robe covering most of her, leaving her neck free as the corset glowed slightly from the marks of her Father, The Evincar and those of The All Father. She silently made her way back to where she was first brought back, the two beings following behind her encased in the shadows. "These are the only two left alive, Father. The others are no longer viable for anything." (("Haec sunt duo soli remanserant, Pater. In aliis enim quod non sunt viable".))
Her automatic conversion to the more natural speech quickly becoming a habit for her, as she bowed to The Evincar and waited as she was still unsure of what he intended to do.
As Vultia appeared before Fides once again he would offer her a half bow with a nod acknowledging her return. Her words while proper did invoke a bit of disappointment, she had not failed in her task, it was not her fault that the lives of mortals were so short and fragile.
“fecisti bene...satis. Non culpa tibi fragilitatem eorum ..."quae". Autem eorum fragilitatem, erat destituta, vos, in via. Nos autem accipere non de numero habes deditionem accepit. Tres a sacra numerus.” (you have done well...enough. We will not fault you for the frailty of those ...”things”. However their frailty had deprived you, in a way. We do however take note of the number you have surrendered. Three is a sacred number.) Fides would then lift his left hand and beckon the “sacrifices” to come forth, at the same time and with the same motion pulling the already disembodied victme Vultia had presented. The souls she had presented first struck Fides to be of particular importance, as it was the first to be given. The humans though, there were two of them, still encased in fleshy prisons, that...simply would not do. The Evencar had no particular interest in allowing her to take her time with them, though the idea did have some merit. It would not rob her of the pleasure of playing a hand in this. Fides let out a low murr of amusement, the sound was almost like a purr. The offerings were suspended in the air in front of Fides, the disembodied one in the center, Fides walked through this one, its physical form passing through it with no issue, though it did profane it noticeably. The Evencar reached out to Vultia, grasping her hands in its own for a brief moment, mingling its own umbra with her own it effectively “took her hands”. This brought her no pain, and she would be easily able to resummon hands if she wished, Fides offered her a nod as it took a step back to where it had been standing.
The Evencar then clenched its fists, imbuing Vultia's hands with a great deal of much purer umbra. This umbra was Necrotic, it would greedily dissolve organic matter it came into contact with. The three souls in front of Fides offered it a chance to mock the christian faith which it was more than happy to indulge. It lifted its arms out to either side, blatantly mocking the crucifixion as it loosed the manipulated umbra of Vultia’s hands into the still fleshy bodies of her offerings. The umbra raced forward then, enveloping the faces of those two and began to greedily consume their flesh enmass, though the process of consumption was a relatively slow one. They did of course cry out in agony at this, Fides holding their souls where they were,every last iota of the agony inflicted upon them would be suffered in a slow procession of escalating and excruciating anguish. Their cries echoing marvelously of the halls, calling forward a number of lesser kinn to add to the cacophony of noise, making this in some ways quite the twisted little song of praise to the Kinn as both the devil birds and sinn angels eagerly cried out in various expressions of excitement at the spectacle. As the flesh was consumed the effect was two fold, the Umbra fides had employed would further profane the souls, and as the flesh was consumed the umbra would condense and begin to take the form of Pertrian crosses, much resembling the size and shape of those used for Kinn rosaries. Once the two flanking souls had become crosses, the Evencar reached out, forming the center soul with its own hands. Each of the three souls now having been formed Fides looked faist to them, then to Vultia. This was a gift, something which should also have a bit more sentiment involving her past it thought, as such it chose to bestow each with a small yet very dark, nearly black sapphire at their centers. They were in fact so dark they appeared black unless the light would catch them at just the right angle. Fides hands moved in a circle, the left raising and the right descending, the motion of the Evencar’s arms forming a circle as the crosses heeded the commands of motion taking position above and below the center cross. Each of the crosses bore small inscriptions, completing the phrase Sic Narro Nos Totus. Sic Narro on the left and right arms of the top cross, below this across the center of that cross read the word Nos, with the stone itself serving as the 'O'. the final cross was inscribed with the word Totus carved just below that crosses stone to complete the Kinn moto. Floating now in their proper orientation Fides placed small bits of umbra to the top left and right of the formation, those beads rapidly replicating and descending to make a rosary of sorts composed of three tiers.
The Evencar then reached out, plucking the rosary from the air and presented it to Vultia. “hoc donum, et serviemus tibi bene puer, faciet foedus potentia eorum, qui dicunt, et invocare sancti divinitate longe minus ingrata tua forma” (this gift will serve you well child, it will make the repugnance of those who claim and invoke divinity far less offensive to your form.)
Vultia watched, bemused as each was taken to the most radical of levels, the tarnishment of the one being her Father had flowed through clear to see by her eyes. Even as the lower life forms of the Kinn swept in, surrounding the two and the souls as her Father “took" her hands and began to use the temporary power granted to her hands. As the flesh dissolved from their bodies, the shrieking terror of what was happening slowly dawning on them as their mindless mewls and gibberish begging for release from their “god”, even as their skin almost seemed to melt. However, Vultia became intrigued as the souls were taken and formed or perhaps forged is the proper term, into something more. Something meaningful. As her hands took their mortal lives, snuffing them out on the command of her Father, the last bit of blue that had clung to her shadows faded away. The only blue the remained now was a dark midnight blue, that streaked through the black of her hair. She was finally free from the chains of her past and felt the last of the dredges that held her in place fall away. She stood straighter, prouder, and more powerful than before. As she reformed her hands after her Father had finished his task and held out the rosary to her, and she took it. Clasping it firmly in her left hand, she bowed her head to The Evincar. A small amount of clacking from the beads in her hand, plus the inverted cross that hang from her neck corset lightly banging against itself. ((“What would you have me do next, Father?”)) The chorus of voices and tones under hers, while normal, was now more of a hush and only intensified her normal tones. The umbra that she now fully embraced clung to her, even as she stood up again.
Having accepted the gift from the Evencar he gave her a nod and answered her question. “mittimus ad vos iterum, in regnorum, ut faciam, ut tibi erit, te habere ad tempus gravida. nos suadeant ut vos planto an labore crescere fortior, nos consilia te. eorum consilia requirere vires, et pretiosum tempus modicum acquirere magis. vocabit te porro, semel tempus ad probandum te dignum nostris intentionibus.”(we send you out once more, into the realms to do as you will, enjoy yourself for a time child. we suggest that you make an effort to grow stronger, we have plans for you. those plans require strength, and you have precious little time to acquire more. we shall call you forth once it it time to prove yourself worthy of our intentions.)
~fin~
She held her breath as the quick breathes began to tear through her frame. She kept moving though, her steps faltering but never stopping. She held the cloak tightly across her shoulders, the leather a slim bit of protection from the wild winds that whipped around her. Memories filled her mind, blocking out so much. The past beginning to swirl around her as she walked, each step a little faster than the last one. before long she was running, the past snapping at her heels like all the levels of hell had opened up and came for her. The screams of horror and terror followed her, pushing her past what she could hold onto anymore. She turned into a ravine, the walls of rock towering over her giving some protection from the storm that raged against the world around her. She stopped, shivering now as she leaned down against the rock. Her eyes closed to the hell she seen around her, but that didn't stop the hell in her own mind. The souls she carried finally sensing a weakness within her and they began to push and shove against it. The tears pushed against her eyelids, the horrors she had committed finally forcing themselves to be known. No longer allowing her to repress the memories of what she has done. The lives she has taken, the souls she stole, the powers ripped from other beings… And the life of who she loved, taken by her own hand. At the time, she thought there was no other choice.. But perhaps.. Maybe she could have stopped it. Her harsh rasping breaths ripped from her as the sobs finally took over. Memories took over her mind, showing her the steps she took that was wrong, things she could have done so different to protect the ones she loved. But it was to late. She had already destroyed so many lives, left so many places in shambles behind her. What else could she do but to leave? Finally, hours passed and she was calm again. And with a certainty that her time was up. She stood up then, the leathers rustling softly in the now silent area. Making her way to an open spot around the rocks, she stood silently. The last of the tears rolled down her face before she took a deep breath. Closing her eyes, she lifted her face to the sky and spread her arms out screaming as she released her power. Everything within her went rushing out, every once of power, of life went rushing out of her and away into the sky. Free from the prison of what she had created, it took only moments before it was all gone. And she slowly dropped to the ground, her strength gone. Her skin nearly white and her breath slowly began to stop. Only moments lasted before she would be gone for good.
Cela held her breath, the feelings so real that she could barely feel the next one to come. Even as her mind reeled through the images, the thoughts slowly began to stop and allow her to see. To see that each one is a lie. That each section was nothing more than the tricks of the mages she had taken within. She opened her eyes then, the darkness surrounding her still as she finally come to. And she spoke allowed, the echos all around of her words. “I am whole again.. I am Celatain.” Even as these words left her lips, Fides.. Nay, The Evincar released her. She was steady, held tightly within as she emerged and left the confines of what had held her. The darkness the held sway around her now was deeper, crueler than before. But steadier than before as well. The silver swirling of her eyes remained the same, even as everything else about her had changed. The blue that had remained a part of her always, was still there. But was now merely a backlight, so to speak. The black shadows now reigned paramount around her and through her, the shadows that played and danced around her black and dense with only small flashes of blue within now. She stood out in the home of the Kinn, her memories her own again, and those that attempted to form she shoved away. She stood before the The Evincar, and bowed her head. A rare sight indeed but one that was well earned. “ You have freed me, when no other being has been able to do so. Even those who have attempted to do so, but your power and the gifts you granted have allowed me to become whole again. As such.. I am Celatain, and I forsake all others, giving my loyalty, my power, and the gifts granted to me here.” ((Te liberavit me, cum nulla alia esse potuit facere. Etiam illi, qui conatus est facere, sed potentiam tuam et dona tibi concessit habere liceat me fieri totum iterum. Ut talis.. ego sum Celata, et ego, consiliis omnibus aliis, dans mea fides, mea potentia, et dona concessit ad me huc.))
The latin words came easily to her now, not something she had done before, as she had always done one small thing or another to annoy those she wished.
Fides watched as Celatain came to be what she was now, and gave a nod. It was pleased that she had finally chosen to favor darkness, allowing the blue to fade into the background, though it was in a way still a prominent characteristic of her. He looked down at her as she bowed and spoke, in Latin no less, this too was most pleasing, no longer would he need suffering the chattering monkey speech she had favored in his presence before. His head tilted though as she gave her name and he gave a blink with his brows raised, Celatain, that HAD been her name. In a way it imagined it always would be, though it was not the name of a Kinn, not the name of a Sinner. ”Nos putas, tibi esset haeres vetus nomen. Autem, quod nomen est...inconveniens ex nunc te. Hoc ad nos, et nostrum genus tibi erit notus ut Ira Vultia. omnis kinn habet nomen...verum nomen, hoc erit servire, ut, tua, in tempore fortasse erit mutatio. Laborabunt, numquam tale, ut, si qui habere non meruit tale, quia cum scientia de istis nomen...venit gradus virtutis, ut cogere vos.”(we suppose you would cling to your old name. however, that name is...unbecoming of you now. henceforth to us, and our kind you shall be known as rage of feminine wil. every kinn has a name...a true name, this shall serve as yours, in time perhaps it shall change. be weary, never give such a thing to any who have not earned such a thing, for with the knowledge of one’s name...comes a degree of power to compel you.) here the Evencar reached into its belled sleeve and produced yet another precious gift, a rosary, her rosary. At the moment it was a raw aertifact, the form was tangible, but not set. The pertrian cross and the numerous beads were a thing which could not change, the style which they would take however were hers to choose. The gift could be considered precious in a number of ways, mostly due to its source. The aertifacts makeup would not change, it was made from the purest of Umbra. All Kinn received one of these. It marked them for what they were, whom they represented, that which they served. Fides wondered how she would shape it, it imagined there would likely be some hint of blue to it, perhaps lapis, or some other precious blue stone. In the end it would not truly matter, it was hers now. He placed the rosary in his left hand before gesturing for her to rise and offering it to her. ”Et nunc nos dare te cum aliud Donum "Vaultia". Quondam vos accipere possessionem eam formam tuo proposita, non hoc semel tantum sic elegit cum cura et cogitatione. Hoc marcas nunc ut quid factus es, et quod tibi servire. gere, cum superbia semper.”(and now we bestow you with another Gift "Vaultia". once you take possession of it it will mold to your ideals, it will do this only once so choose with care and thought. this marks you now as what you have become, and that which you serve. wear it with pride always.)
Fides was both eager and curious as to what her first actions now would be, she was an old soul, with dominion over many now. It wondered what she would do, with no given goal, no mentioned mision. It pondered a moment on weather or not to give her some vague direction, or to let her revel in her new freedom, she had been bound for so very long it would seem a cruelty to the Evencar to immediately send her out with some task demanded of her. There was no particular pressing task it could conceive of for the moment and as thus it would allow her just that “freedom”. In doing so it would allow her to “stretch her legs” and get a feel for this new being she had become, true what she had been before was similar, but not at all the same. She may well have other bits of business she would like to complete, FIdes would consider it a reward of sorts for her new found demeanor. ”Nos posuit vos ex nunc, ut lupus inter oves, ut faciam tibi. Nam nunc libero, ad facere quod volueris, ad adducam ad claudere aliqua amittere, finibus ut adhuc, indulgere vestri novus sui. In tempus imaginamur reverteris cum nuntius, fortasse aut aqusitions. Quondam nos habere negotium, et nos pro te, faciet te sciat. nunc enim ordines sunt simplices...fruar te.”(we set you out now as a wolf among the sheep to do as you will. for now you are free to do as you wish, to tie up any loose ends you might still have, to indulge in your new self. in time we imagine you shall return with news, or perhaps acquisitions. once we have a task for you we shall make you aware of it. for now your orders are simple...enjoy yourself.) with that said Fides gave her a nod, with an ever so slight bow before once more reaching into it sleeve and producing a tome of Veritas. It opened the book and began to read over its contents, albeit the Evencars tome was quite a bit different than the others. FIdes tome contained the teaching of Vertias, as well as a living history of sorts. It's tome allowed it to see all of the Kinn at any given moment, past present, and even in some cases the future. Fides could see what was fated in some cases. This being what allowed it to plot and scheme so meticulously. This tome was the father's way of telling FIdes what it was to do, things which were to be accomplished. This was the reason that Fides was nearly always looking deep into its pages. This was as close as any Kinn could ever hope to converse with the Dark one.
Celatain remained bent towards him, her form and demeanor showed that of a slightly bound being, one who could easily lose control. However, as The Evincar had freed her, given her the most precious gift she could ask for, she willining accepted the bondage that would be needed in order for her to retain control of what was she used to be. She stood at his words, the silver slightly glowing eyes swirled quickly and smoothly. She raised an eyebrow at the mention of her name, and tilted her head. Thought she did not respond to it, merely accepted it, as well as the rosary handed to her. As she clasped the beads, and the soft clinking sound of the rubbing together scored deep within her ears. Even as she bowed again, and moved to step away an intense pain rose from her hand, from the beads. Her bondage was not yet complete. She gripped the beads tightly before they began to melt and move up her arm to her throat. With a swiftness that surprised her, she now had a neck corset, the beads having created it to seal her bond to Fides, her father, before she left.It was pitch black, with silver beads outlining it. Unusual silver lines traveled along the black, creating an almost living look to the corset. In the front, the most prominent feature of this new attire was the inverted cross. The one that was on the rosary now dangling from her throat, the silver glinting with each move. Turning, she bowed again, only a slight ont to show that she accepted the bond. She faded from view, an unusually cruel look on her face before she was gone from sight.
She traveled quickly now, back to where it had began. The hunt for her, for what she used to be. The beings who started it were still alive. She could smell their blood from anywhere… She intended to have her fun with them.. And perhaps a gift for father, she thought to herself. The shadows spun and swirled past her quickly and with ease. As she came to a decent sized village, she stopped and allowed her body to form. The quickly shudder and disgust for it followed, which she easily controlled. She came out of the shadows on the outskirts of the town, her eyes traveling over the houses, and crops. With slow and easy movements, she crossed over into the town center. Her boots silent on the hard packed dirt. The quiet chattering and bustling of bartering and trading happened around her. Her eyes narrowed as she found the one she came to play with. Her head tilted to the right as she almost seemed to glide across the ground, a black pool began to gather and spread from her feet. Withering and screams could be heard from it, should one get close enough. The male she had her eyes on was speaking to another but froze in place once he seen her. His eyes began flicking around, while small tremors passed on his hands and he dropped the bundle of cloth. The being that he had been speaking to didn’t leave fast enough and had entered into the pool of blackness at her feet. Once it did that, it would relive their worst sins, over and over…. It took no time for this being to begin chittering and babbling. Celatain merely moved closer, her eyes never leaving the males… “Did you think I would not come back? That your petty little magics could outlast that of the pure dark?” She tilted her head the other way, watching as the sweat began to pour down his face. She kicked the other being away, sending him flying through the air to only ram into a wagon, breaking through the side and snapping his neck. “Oops…” She said, before she was beside him, inside the stall. She reached to her back, and pulled out a small knife, only six inches long… “I have waited a very long time to do this.” She said, tapping her finger along the blade.
She jerked and knocked him to the ground, the quick scream from him brought an almost musical laughter from her, the souls within enjoying this as well. She cut the simple clothes from his body, leaving him laying naked on the ground, her standing over him. “HOw long do you think you can stay alive after I have skinned you? Should we start with the feet… Or perhaps the fingers..” She trailed the tip of the knife along the skin, making small cuts as she did so. The male began to mumble, his sin coming back to him, tenfold. Forcing him to see his worst mistakes, even as he begged for mercy. She knelt down then, Gripping his left leg, she made one quick cut from the back of the ankle to the butt, then made the same type of cut along the foot all the way up to the groin area. His screams were piercing, horrid for most. But she wasn’t affected, in fact, it tempted her to go even slower.Rather than beginning to peel the skin off, she moved to the other leg and made the same cuts. “Now you can’t leave, can you.. The beings here have called the guards, seems I will need to properly introduce myself to them.
The clatter of hooves, and the jangle of metal armor rounded through the air, something that caused her to smirk, even as she made her way from behind the stall, back into the town center. “Only six of you? How sad.. Ah well, have you come to join my fun?” She asked, even as they dismounted and laid their hands on the hilts of their weapons. “By order of the guard, you are to leave now. Do not make us force you out.” One said, who seemed to be the company commander. Celatain only laughed at that, because she could see the others already being affected by her presence. “You see. .I am not going anywhere until I have done what I came to do. I also need to find the gift for Father. I am not leaving until I have finished.” She stated this simply. She shifted the robe she wore revealing the reinforced leather armor and her weapons. Twin short swords, strapped to her thighs, and a variety of knives hidden elsewhere. “But I do not need weapons to defeat you, stranger. Come a little closer.. Give in to the need to sin. Come and play with me..” She was almost crooning, the black pool expanding, souls could be seen pushing and shoving at the edges of it, fighting for a way out that they would never find. The guards came closer, their steps slow, stumbling before more screams ripped through the air and broken the hold on them. They each shook their heads and pulled their swords, coming at her with them. The rasp of the metal cruising across the leather scabbards of her short swords as she pulled them quickly to parry a blow and responded with a quick spin, cutting the first ones throat clean. The others all rushed her, their moves quick but mostly slow and clumsy moves. She spent some time pushing them around, before ending it quickly. Their bodies spread out on t he ground, several had been disemboweled and their guts lay elsewhere. She merely shook her head and turned to go back into the stall to finish.
He was still alive, trembling and moaning in pain. Getting her skinning knife out, she crouched down and began to slowly cut the skin from the muscles. It was a time consuming deal, as it required slow and precise movements. After a while, the ground was soaked with his blood, and he was nothing more than a withering pile of muscle and fat… As his skin was laid out beside him. She wrote, in his blood on the skin… “Ataline….. I am coming for you next.” The gift for her father… It should be the one who ordered her to become apart and incomplete.. Celatain thought he would enjoy the irony of it, if nothing else.
She didn't have to look far… He was down the road, and was trying to pack and leave. She waited outside, knowing he would leave by the cellar doors. She couldn’t enter the house, but nonetheless, she knew he would come out in his feeble attempt to flee from her. THe heavy door swung open with a creak and Ataline stepped out, several bags in his hands… He stopped, his fingers gripped the straps on the bags tighter… “Celatain… Ho.. How good to see you..” He stammered. She could see his heart pounding, fear pouring from him as he had to know what happened in the town center already. She clicked her tongue softly and shook her head… “ Did you think I would not return? That your feeble attempt to stop me would work?” She lifted a bloody to gently touch the corset on her neck, and suddenly punched Ataline, knocking him out. Chuckling softly as she did enjoy that, she leaned over and picked him up with ease. Shifting, she threw him over her shoulder and began the transition to the shadows to return to Father. She wished heer gift to be fresh for him, and even as she faded from view, she hoped he would enjoy it. It didn’t take long for her to return, her robe back in place and out of the skinned form and into her true one. She formed a shadow cradle, in order to carry the gift. As she made her way within, she felt at ease here. Approaching The Evincar, she spoke out to him.“... qui eduxi te munus expleverit in me oppugnari atque confractis. Fortasse non tam donum frui cogitavi, et facta es mihi omnis iterum Patre ". ((I have brought you a gift... The one who ordered for me to be attacked and broken apart. I thought perhaps you would enjoy such a gift, as you made me whole again, Father."))
She inclined her head down and stood with her hands clasped behind her back as Ataline began to stir a bit. So she tightened the hold of the shadows, not allowing him to move as she waited for her Father.
As Vultia spoke FIdes lifted his gaze from the pages to see what she had brought. Her memories that had transpired while within the Evencar did give him some modicum of awareness as to what it might be. Fides had expected something “more” from the one that had previously given her such grief. It closed the tome before it and approached her, and the “gift”, musing over how best to address this particular “nudus simia”(naked monkey). Before she had started her path with the kinn this man had been able to tear her asunder, separating her and weakening her considerably as far as Fides was concerned. Now he was being held helpless, squirming like a worm on a hook, Fides had an obvious expression of revulsion on his face, the man alone was disgusting, the ease of which he had been brought low made him all the more repulsive. A worm writhing on a hook at this point was a more noble creature, both still disgusting, weak...little more than meager bait in the grand scheme of things. Were it not for where they stood, or the relative significance of the man being offered up Fides would have simply crushed him and been done with it.
To the Evencar this person was barely worthy of note, however it believed it understood the nature of the offering. Fides offered Vultia a nod, it accepted the gift of this being but could think of no true use he might be to itself. The only thing which remotely interested FIdes was how the man had torn Celatain in half previously, though the man alone was likely pointless, even in her fever dreams there had been a group of them. At this thought Fides would lift its head, looking down its nose at the poor fool. “Fortasse….” (perhaps) The Evencar began to circle the pair of them as it formulated what it would do with this man, Fides wanted next to nothing to do with him in truth, but there was the significance of the offering to consider, more than the material of the offering itself. “Munus tuum, dum dulcis est imperfecta Vultia. Talem volumus, ut vos ad recipiendum reliqua de iis, amet pro priore inquinamento. Hoc facere pro nobis, et ulterius in via, et nos autem donum vobis secundum. Nunc nos servabit, hoc fragmentum de totum. Ite nunc, et recipere ceteris reus ”(your gift, while gracious is incomplete Vultia. As such we wish you to retrieve the rest of those responsible for your previous defilement. Do this for us, further your journey, and we shall gift you accordingly. For now we shall keep this piece of the whole. Go now and retrieve the rest of the guilty)
Though FIdes would not say anything aloud it had already decided what to do with this piece of her past. Vultia was a sinner of Kinn now, those beast often had some form of armour to them, as did she. Her current armour however, the Evencar perceived as “meek” or meager, as such it was unbecoming to it. Even if her armour was more then it seemed its visage fell short the vanity of its tastes and it would rectify this in the future. This soul would serve as some small piece of the armour the Evencar would gift her on completion of the task, it found it fitting that those responsible for her previous defilement would serve as her armour. Its decision made Fides lifted its right hand slowly, as it did so the man was lifted from the cradle Vutltia had placed him in. the Evencar would not rob her though of seeing what it did to this man, a simple tourture for now, and yet the inverse of its complete intentions held irony, this action serving as some small clue as to the fate of those whom had torn her asunder prior. A metal like quality would creep over the man's features, as if her were being turned into some small metal statue of himself, though clearly he was still alive and aware, his discomfort at the icy cold sensation was obvious. Once he had been consumed by the metal appearance fides ever so slowly began to close its hand, the motion was crushing to the man, his form slowly folding in and over on itself as he was compressed, smaller and smaller still till there was only a small sphere of metal. He screamed nearly the entire time he was being crushed, his mortal cries of agony and complaint complimented the screeching of the deformed metal nicely. Fides motioned behind it and in doing so the remnants of the man floated behind the Evencar disappearing into the darkness, held now for safe keeping as it awaited its reunion.
Cela stood before The Evincar, her thoughts flying backwards in time at what he had said to her. Even as she began wondering which of the beings where still alive that had been a part of the hunt for her, she began to plan. Each step was only vague at this point, even as she bowed to him and allowed herself to fade from his view. The feeling of letting down her father pushing her to search for the closest one, led her to a larger city. One by the name of Ordian, and the hustle and bustle of the townfolks was easy to ignore. She stayed in the shadows for a time, slipping from one part of town to the next, searching for the being that had been the captain of her demise. Cod, is all he went by here, although his name was much different many years ago, when he led his men after her. Perhaps… Tis possible that they felt they had no choice in the matter? It mattered little to Cela at this point, as she had a purpose for being here. She intended to make good on the words she gave to them, a small twisted smile crossing her lips as the dozen mages within her withered and screamed. She found him, the name Cod ringing through the lips of the sailors as they worked on the docks. A ship captain now, rather than a man of war. How sad… Cela slipped through the shadows and found his office. Rather than stay in the incorporeal form, she used her old one. A form that this being would know well.A seven foot two inch tall blue hued female took shape just before his office door, clad in leather and armed with a single set of twin short swords. Waist length hair held back from her face in a tight braid, the blue and silver of it standing out, even as her silver gilded eyes showed the true change in her.
She entered the office, and waited silently at the door until he had turned from the cabinet he had been putting things into. When he turned and seen her, he froze and all trace of color drained from his face. Much like a mouse.. He squealed a bit before stumbling back to try and get out of the far door, but again, he froze as Cela was there as well. Only now, she no longer looked at she did years ago. She was remade into one, and that left its mark on her. The shadows still swirled around her, but now black in color, with very little blue left in them. She was taller, and in this form still garbed in leather clothing. The aura at her feet began to spread out, as his whimpers shuddered through him. His memories of what had happened back then coming back and new and fresh in his mind, as though it only happened yesterday… “I told you that I would be back.. That I would take back what had been stolen from me..” Her words were like honey, soothing and sweet but for the undertone of millions that battered against it. Something Cod hadn’t heard since her downfall. He fell to his knees, the words trying to trip past his tongue and out to beg for his life. But as she stepped forward, the sweet scent of lavender spread of gently around her, and he came within her aura. A life time of sin sprang into his mind, each spreading out in a movie like feature. Each moment within the aura making them stronger, worse by far.. And created the urge to do them again and again. The thoughts of sin feeding her more, even as her laugh echoed out, causing him to jerk and fall to the floor, his hands held up before his face in a sad attempt to protect. Cela leaned down and grabbed a hold of his shirt, yanking him up to his feet.. And then several more feet into the air, until his face was even with hers. The cold that radiated out from her was worse than the lowest pits of hell, and caused him to shiver within only seconds of his being moved. “To kill you would be to easy.. My Father has a much better idea on how to use you..” The shadows, black and dense quickly shrouded him as her hand lifted from his clothing. Held in place by nothingness before the shadows dragged out from the place and space. Holding him silent and steady in the shadows, awaiting her next victim. Tis one more left alive, she thought to herself, as she faded from view in the office.
Cela floated through the spots of shadows in this city, the same one. She felt the other being, a female, that was here. But.. This one was smart. She had sensed that Cela was around, one way or another. “I didn’t hide that I was here.” She said to herself, as the tavern doors burst open and several men fell out of it. Tumbling and sluggishly punching each other in a drunken stupor. Cela pursed her lips thoughtfully before shrugging and moving on, the gruttal shouts from the city guards coming in to break it up before more beings were involved with it. Seemed as though only minutes had gone by to Cela, but in reality, it had been several hours since she had stolen the first male and started searching for the female when she found her. IN a fairly large house, set apart of the others by a large stone wall and metal gate. Night had fallen deep by this point, and the city was mostly silent as she stepped from the shadows on the inside of the court yard gate. She stayed silent there, watching. The silver of her eyes nearly blending in with the moonlight that spotted out from the clouds covering the moon. She could hear the hard booted feet of guards as they made their lazy rounds, none coming to the gate as they should. Leaning over, she pulled free a boot knife, a simple weapon only being used to draw attention. One guard wasn’t far from her, in a posting position. She came up behind him silently, not so much trying to hide herself, but more out of a habit. Her hair was nearly all black at this point, with only a small amount of blue highlights passing through it, that glittered sharply as she threw the guard into the middle of the court yard. HIs shout and thud brought the others that would be making her statement for her. The clatter and thunking of the group of guards all making their way to the noise caused her to give a small laugh, even as she stepped into full view. Leaning over to the first guard, she used the knife and cut his throat, only a small area. The artery spraying blood out as his heart was still beating, for a few moments anyway before the ever expanding pool of blood showed where his life now lay.
She waited, standing over the now lifeless body of the first guard. Her booted feet shifting ever so slightly as arrows tried to fly through the air towards her. And the shadows sharpened and shattered the arrows, preventing them from passing through to her. She taunted them at this point, growing a bit bored with it. “Come now.. Is this how she taught you how to handle me? Arrows didnt work before, and they won’t work now. Come and play with me.” The guards had no choice, as she had stepped further inward and was moving to head inside. Seven guards stepped into view, each of their weapons drawn and the shields several carried held out before them. Cela merely tilted her head and looked at them, the chain mail they wore, the not very sharp weapons, the battered shields and only laughed. The quick rasp of her twin short swords being drawn was a single sound in the now silent courtyard. The sound was a signal for them as they charged her, shouts and what could only be termed as “war cries” Split from their lips.
As they charged towards her, the shadows sprang up from all around. The sin that spread about on this land charging her even more so than she was before. As the guard got within about three feet of her, they were not only stopped but also lifted from the ground. Dense black tendrils of shadows began to penetrate every hole each being had, their eyes, nose, mouth and so on. On several, the shadows popped the eye balls out of the sockets and held them suspended in the air. Blood seeped from the guards as the shadows filled them and pushed the blood out and in some cases forcing the blood out through the flesh. As Celatain moved forward, the screaming swirling around her from within, and without from the guards as they slowly expanding and their blood cascaded down in a red mist, the suspended eyeballs would be able to “see” her as she passed close to them, and sheer amount of power she contained moved beyond their mortal ability to see and were slammed into a wall exploding in a fairly neat fashion. Celatain was dripping in the blood of those she left behind, the shadows having prevented any of the fleshy parts of the guards of coming in contact with her. As she stepped into the entryway, red ran down her face, even as the disgust on her face showed how much she disliked using this form. The shadows deepened as she moved inside, the soft whimpering from a corner of a maid who attempted to hide, and the scampering of the claws of dogs as they ran.
Celatain came to a flight of stairs, and as she made her way up the steps, she deliberately made it sound as though she was not alone. The loud thumps of each of her steps rattled the windows, and the droning sound of age old chant rang through the air from above. THe female Celatain had come for, in a sad attempt to try and force the separation of Cela and Celeste again. The sound of knuckles knocking into the walls as Celatain came to the top of the stairs, only a bit of mind games to her. HEr boots left bloody footprints behind her, even as she blew open the door before it… Alas, it was empty. She proceeded to do the same to each door, coming to a final door. This one bolted and shut away with enchantments and symbols scribed into the door and the frame. Celatain merely laughed at this, a poor flesh covered beings attempt to prevent one such as her from entering. Had this been private property, Celatain would not have been able to enter it, but it wasn’t The one who owned it died long ago.
Even a rare show of annoyance, she gathered the shadows to her and punched the door in, the resounding crash of it flying through the outer wall shrieking loudly. The female, Tania, stood at a table to the side. Candles flickering as she tried in vain to complete something that she had no conception of what it took. She turned quickly towards Celatain and gasped at the sight of her. Black hair with furrows of where blood had drained down, her face covered in the red life of the guards, and the silver spinning of her eyes showed a new coldness to her that had not been there before. “Seems you are not strong enough to prevent me from coming for you. .As I said I would. You and yours stole from me and my Father returned me to being whole. And gave me so much more.. But you and the others, you each prevent me from moving on. To becoming.” As Celatain spoke, tendrils slowly grew from below the table, the shadows growing denser as each second passed. Only to twine and hold Tania in place as her flesh covered body was slowly encased, even as she struggled. Celatain stepped forwward, when only her face was uncovered and slowly drew a finger tip down the females cheek.. “I warned all of you that I would return one day..” Tania cringed at that point, her sins playing like a movie in her mind. The images of hunting Celatain for defending herself, and of standing by and watching while the mages ripped her apart. Dropping her hand, the female faded from view to join Cod in the shadows.
Celatain faded from this place, her deeds here now done. Behind her, held tightly in place, the last two beings who once tore her apart. She traveled quickly back to what is now her home, and formed into a much better form once she was there. The robe covering most of her, leaving her neck free as the corset glowed slightly from the marks of her Father, The Evincar and those of The All Father. She silently made her way back to where she was first brought back, the two beings following behind her encased in the shadows. "These are the only two left alive, Father. The others are no longer viable for anything." (("Haec sunt duo soli remanserant, Pater. In aliis enim quod non sunt viable".))
Her automatic conversion to the more natural speech quickly becoming a habit for her, as she bowed to The Evincar and waited as she was still unsure of what he intended to do.
As Vultia appeared before Fides once again he would offer her a half bow with a nod acknowledging her return. Her words while proper did invoke a bit of disappointment, she had not failed in her task, it was not her fault that the lives of mortals were so short and fragile.
“fecisti bene...satis. Non culpa tibi fragilitatem eorum ..."quae". Autem eorum fragilitatem, erat destituta, vos, in via. Nos autem accipere non de numero habes deditionem accepit. Tres a sacra numerus.” (you have done well...enough. We will not fault you for the frailty of those ...”things”. However their frailty had deprived you, in a way. We do however take note of the number you have surrendered. Three is a sacred number.) Fides would then lift his left hand and beckon the “sacrifices” to come forth, at the same time and with the same motion pulling the already disembodied victme Vultia had presented. The souls she had presented first struck Fides to be of particular importance, as it was the first to be given. The humans though, there were two of them, still encased in fleshy prisons, that...simply would not do. The Evencar had no particular interest in allowing her to take her time with them, though the idea did have some merit. It would not rob her of the pleasure of playing a hand in this. Fides let out a low murr of amusement, the sound was almost like a purr. The offerings were suspended in the air in front of Fides, the disembodied one in the center, Fides walked through this one, its physical form passing through it with no issue, though it did profane it noticeably. The Evencar reached out to Vultia, grasping her hands in its own for a brief moment, mingling its own umbra with her own it effectively “took her hands”. This brought her no pain, and she would be easily able to resummon hands if she wished, Fides offered her a nod as it took a step back to where it had been standing.
The Evencar then clenched its fists, imbuing Vultia's hands with a great deal of much purer umbra. This umbra was Necrotic, it would greedily dissolve organic matter it came into contact with. The three souls in front of Fides offered it a chance to mock the christian faith which it was more than happy to indulge. It lifted its arms out to either side, blatantly mocking the crucifixion as it loosed the manipulated umbra of Vultia’s hands into the still fleshy bodies of her offerings. The umbra raced forward then, enveloping the faces of those two and began to greedily consume their flesh enmass, though the process of consumption was a relatively slow one. They did of course cry out in agony at this, Fides holding their souls where they were,every last iota of the agony inflicted upon them would be suffered in a slow procession of escalating and excruciating anguish. Their cries echoing marvelously of the halls, calling forward a number of lesser kinn to add to the cacophony of noise, making this in some ways quite the twisted little song of praise to the Kinn as both the devil birds and sinn angels eagerly cried out in various expressions of excitement at the spectacle. As the flesh was consumed the effect was two fold, the Umbra fides had employed would further profane the souls, and as the flesh was consumed the umbra would condense and begin to take the form of Pertrian crosses, much resembling the size and shape of those used for Kinn rosaries. Once the two flanking souls had become crosses, the Evencar reached out, forming the center soul with its own hands. Each of the three souls now having been formed Fides looked faist to them, then to Vultia. This was a gift, something which should also have a bit more sentiment involving her past it thought, as such it chose to bestow each with a small yet very dark, nearly black sapphire at their centers. They were in fact so dark they appeared black unless the light would catch them at just the right angle. Fides hands moved in a circle, the left raising and the right descending, the motion of the Evencar’s arms forming a circle as the crosses heeded the commands of motion taking position above and below the center cross. Each of the crosses bore small inscriptions, completing the phrase Sic Narro Nos Totus. Sic Narro on the left and right arms of the top cross, below this across the center of that cross read the word Nos, with the stone itself serving as the 'O'. the final cross was inscribed with the word Totus carved just below that crosses stone to complete the Kinn moto. Floating now in their proper orientation Fides placed small bits of umbra to the top left and right of the formation, those beads rapidly replicating and descending to make a rosary of sorts composed of three tiers.
The Evencar then reached out, plucking the rosary from the air and presented it to Vultia. “hoc donum, et serviemus tibi bene puer, faciet foedus potentia eorum, qui dicunt, et invocare sancti divinitate longe minus ingrata tua forma” (this gift will serve you well child, it will make the repugnance of those who claim and invoke divinity far less offensive to your form.)
Vultia watched, bemused as each was taken to the most radical of levels, the tarnishment of the one being her Father had flowed through clear to see by her eyes. Even as the lower life forms of the Kinn swept in, surrounding the two and the souls as her Father “took" her hands and began to use the temporary power granted to her hands. As the flesh dissolved from their bodies, the shrieking terror of what was happening slowly dawning on them as their mindless mewls and gibberish begging for release from their “god”, even as their skin almost seemed to melt. However, Vultia became intrigued as the souls were taken and formed or perhaps forged is the proper term, into something more. Something meaningful. As her hands took their mortal lives, snuffing them out on the command of her Father, the last bit of blue that had clung to her shadows faded away. The only blue the remained now was a dark midnight blue, that streaked through the black of her hair. She was finally free from the chains of her past and felt the last of the dredges that held her in place fall away. She stood straighter, prouder, and more powerful than before. As she reformed her hands after her Father had finished his task and held out the rosary to her, and she took it. Clasping it firmly in her left hand, she bowed her head to The Evincar. A small amount of clacking from the beads in her hand, plus the inverted cross that hang from her neck corset lightly banging against itself. ((“What would you have me do next, Father?”)) The chorus of voices and tones under hers, while normal, was now more of a hush and only intensified her normal tones. The umbra that she now fully embraced clung to her, even as she stood up again.
Having accepted the gift from the Evencar he gave her a nod and answered her question. “mittimus ad vos iterum, in regnorum, ut faciam, ut tibi erit, te habere ad tempus gravida. nos suadeant ut vos planto an labore crescere fortior, nos consilia te. eorum consilia requirere vires, et pretiosum tempus modicum acquirere magis. vocabit te porro, semel tempus ad probandum te dignum nostris intentionibus.”(we send you out once more, into the realms to do as you will, enjoy yourself for a time child. we suggest that you make an effort to grow stronger, we have plans for you. those plans require strength, and you have precious little time to acquire more. we shall call you forth once it it time to prove yourself worthy of our intentions.)
~fin~
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