Re: Dear enemy

ma apr 30, 2018 3:34 pm

THERE ARE KIND AND GENTLE GODS

mine isn't one of those

Ultimately he was serving his God, even though he took away the offer he had brought here for Him. In the long run, she would have a purpose in a plan that was bigger than just pleasing his God at this moment. She would talk, one way or another. Maybe not to her Sol Invictus, but once she would share what happened to one person, the word would spread quickly. Especially on an island like this, were the main population didn’t leave the city once in their lifetime. In a way, they were all trapped here, and the Drowned God would come for all of them. She was only a vessel for His message, and so was Romeo himself. What he was doing here, he deemed necessary for his cause. It wasn’t personal. He could have picked any random priest or priestess. She had just been the first one he had ran into that day. He didn’t even know her name, and it didn’t matter. It was not important. What was important, however, was that she realised she had to play her role in his plan as well. Without refusing.

The water was still creeping in slowly, but he decided that she had had enough. She was beyond scared straight and he thought it was time to show mercy. He cut her restraint and put the knife in her hand, so she could remove the rest when he was in a safe distance from her. He couldn’t really imagine her trying to wound or kill him, but he didn’t want to assume either. He wouldn’t blame her if she tried. For now, he held her hand down for a bit longer, as she asked him a barely audible question. “Who is He?” She asked, and he couldn’t keep the corner of his mouth curl up in his signature smirk. He had broken her and now he could build her up again. ”He Who Dwells Beneath the Waves, commonly referred to as the Drowned God. He rules the sea from his watery halls, making his presence known through the tide and the rain”, He informed her. ”He is raw power. Not even the sun can stop the tide from coming. You are living proof of that”, He emphasised again, so she wouldn’t forget the lesson He had taught her here today.

ma apr 30, 2018 4:58 pm

my wings don't spread like they used to

Relief didn’t hit her right away. She was confused at first, believing it was a sick joke to cut her arm loose. He only wanted to drive home how helpless she was at this moment even more. His words, combined with the blade he left in the palm of her hand, changed her mind. He was actually letting her go. Not for a second was she naïve enough to think that it had been her words that changed his mind. He’d decided to free her himself, or even more likely, his God had done it for him.

His words had left a hollow trace in her mind for a second. She just looked at him, letting the pain in her wrists and the soreness of her throat wash over her. He wanted her to spread the word of whatever deity he believed in. To instil the fear of his God into the Priests of Sol. At this point, she wasn’t certain what to believe, but she did know who she feared. And fear in itself was a powerful tool. Once she regained her breath, she managed to get out a few sounds. Lore asked him who He was, which earned her a satisfied smirk. He had won. She cursed the tears that were still slowly dragging their way down her cheek, yet another sign of her weakness. She fixated her eyes in his as he told her. The Drowned God. Lore faintly recognized the name, but her knowledge didn’t go far beyond that. Most things she knew about the world stemmed from all the things she learnt in the Blooming Rose on Isla de Juegas. Religion, however, was not a common topic in most brothels. For a second, she quietly nodded, trying to swallow the lump that started to form in her throat once again. She didn’t have a fighting chance, and if she’d learnt one thing about men in her entire life, it was that they valued compliance in a woman. “I’ll tell them,” she breathed. “I promise. I’ll tell everyone He is the one I owe my life to.” It was a small price to pay for her own life.

BY MITZI

ma apr 30, 2018 9:38 pm

THERE ARE KIND AND GENTLE GODS

mine isn't one of those

After today, after this display of pure power, he believed even more in his cause. The worshippers of the sun had to be exterminated, his God was the only rightful ruler of this island. At least this priestess realised she had been brainwashed into believing in the wrong god, a fake one. Her life belonged to the Drowned God now, as He had spared hers today. In the same way, his own life belonged to Him as well. He had been drowned by an ironborn, as a form of baptism. And He had spared his life, air had filled his lungs again and now he was a loyal servant. With only one job, spreading His word and eliminating any competition. She would now help him, as he informed her and shared His name with her so she could pass it on.

“I’ll tell them,” She reacted to his words. “I promise. I’ll tell everyone He is the one I owe my life to.” She then said. Romeo nodded lightly. If she was lying to him, he would find out and the punishment would be harsher than what she had experienced now. But he trusted she had enough fear in her to not play any games. The man let go of her hand and got up. She could now free herself further and return to the city, if she wanted to. He himself fixed her with intense amber eyes once more, after which he turned around and walked towards his ship.

wo mei 02, 2018 4:34 pm

my wings don't spread like they used to

Never had she thought things could get so out of control. Joining the Priests of Sol, she thought she’d finally enter a chapter of her life where she’d be safe and cared for. Where she wouldn’t need to fear anyone as deeply as she did now. Maybe she was naïve for believing such things, maybe there was truly no place in the world where she would be safe. Ever since the beginning she had doubted whether choosing the path of Sol had been the right thing to do, and now her doubt had multiplied.

But choosing which god to hang on to, wasn’t her biggest concern right now. He’d cut loose her arm and the only thing that was ringing through her mind right now was escape. She didn’t care what happened to him, whether he’d get away with almost killing her or not, she just wanted to go home. Wherever that was. So, she told him she’d spread the word. He nodded, seemed pleased with her words and eventually let her go. At first, she didn’t dare to get up. She felt he might put her down again as soon as she started trying to cut herself loose, so she waited. He looked at her again, before departing. With his back turned towards her, she felt safer, so she clung to the knife as tightly as she possibly could and cut loose her other arm. Her ankles soon followed and she found herself anxiously crawling away from the approaching tide. A few sobs spilled from her lips as she undid the ropes. They left reddened marks of irritated skin, but it didn’t bother her nearly as much as the pure fear that had been going through her. She pulled her knees against her chest, trying to silence her own crying. “It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re fine,” she softly murmured to herself. Whether she believed it or not, was an entirely different story. After a minute or so, she managed to get up. It took a while before she got her head straight, but she knew where to go know. Hathor.

OOC: Topic finished

BY MITZI