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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2020 22:23:48 GMT -6
Venat, please...Why must it be you?
The words echoed in Venat's mind, desperately begging her for an answer. An answer had been given before, had it not? It felt as though the question had truly been answered once before and yet there was no memory of what had been said. In fact there was barely a memory of the question to begin with. No face to accompany the words. Nothing, but still it felt as if everything was just beyond Venat's grasp. At least that was what the mind told her. For now however, her own thoughts prompted her to awaken as something felt odd about the world around her.
It didn't feel like home...wherever home was.
Her eyes fluttered open only to be assailed by the blinding light of the sun. In an instant, an arm was raised to block the assault so that she could process what was happening around her as she sat up. Soft green grass caressed by the gentle breeze surrounded Venat's form for almost as far as the eye could see. The sky was a clear, crystalline blue that was marred by the occasional wisp of white cloud. In the distance, a foreign gate stood tall, exuding magic unlike anything that Venat had felt before. This land felt so serene and welcoming but it also felt incredibly void of familiarity.
While Venat pondered the predicament she was in, the sun only climbed higher in the sky making the shadow cast only grow longer. To an onlooker this was a new sight and perhaps a new threat. After all, it wasn't every day a giant figure clad in a robe seemingly woven from night appeared. Once more the giant's ivory masked gaze swept the vastness of the lush plain. It was then that something vaguely familiar caught her attention. It wasn't a person that had accomplished such a feat, but rather a presence that had.
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Post by Emet-Selch on Jun 22, 2020 8:47:20 GMT -6
[googlefont="Comfortaa"] ♡ @venat
The Crystal Divider was an odd place. Reminded him too much of ancient Allag. Namely with that crystal tower. You know, the one he'd gone to so much trouble building. Rather funny how it'd ultimately wound up becoming his undoing. Though, in his defense, he would never have assumed that the Exarch would have figured out how to take it into the past from a future where he had proven victorious. With a clearer mind, untainted by Zodiark's call, he was able to look back on that more objectively. He had originally planned to simply erase Alexander from history and carry on with the rejoinings to revive Zodiark. But without that influence, he began to wonder, why not simply go back and stop Hydaelyn from forming? Or if possible, completely avert the Final Days? Ah, speak of the devil again. A complete presence. One he had not felt in eons. At least, not in this state. Hydaelyn could be rather oppressive at times, and hard to ignore. Still, this, well, it was immediately followed by a flash of darkness as he moved to the source. It had to be who he was thinking of; none but an Amaurotine could have such a complete presence. For this, there would be no disguise, be no scheming, be no hiding or guile. If this was Venat, then he could only approach her as Hades; Emet-Selch held no meaning in this world. And sure enough, it was her. He appeared by her side in a flash, as tall as she, with a black robe and red mask, his only personal flourish to the outfit. That confirmed it, this was her, and with her soul as it was, this was her before she had become Hydaelyn's heart. This confirmed that time was of no meaning, and not even the days of Amaurot before its end were beyond the grasp of the puppet master. This changed everything, and perhaps, he felt, a swelling of hope. One may have expected him to be outraged at her for the summoning of Hydaelyn that sundered their Star, but such anger would be misplaced and meaningless; there was no point in holding sins against one who had yet to commit then. But, without that power that resonated with their souls, she likely could speak no other language but theirs. He had eons to learn the new languages as they arose, she did not. He would, as Hades, naturally give her the courtesy. "[Venat.]" He called. It was a soft, gentle tone. Welcoming and warm. "[You have questions, no doubt.]" He tilted his head. Any questions she had, he would deign to answer them as fully, and as honestly, as he could. For his brothers and sisters, Hades would not hide information. |
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