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Tegan
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Such arrogance, such will. It feels like years have passed since that conversation. Perhaps it was. In this city between the cracks, this purgatory, a second could be a decade if the Tyrant willed it. We have no choice to believe it. He gave us buttons for eyes. I'm a fool like you, Asmodeus. Perhaps if things had been different, we could have—"I'm doing my job, angel. It's not always about fluttering hearts and pretty words of devotion," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the whir of machinery. "To be a Soulmate one must be willing to be a Shadow."
WHUMP
Syracuse's invisible hands pin her down, he's shouting over the cacophony. Tegan knows what she has to do.
She grips a crimson shard. "Stop it Tegan, you will bleed out!" A waste of language. They both know that the shards of the Mad King's sword would contaminate her body and mind until she was his willing puppet. Her only chance is to rip out the strings.
"There's no time left. There's no time. Now. Must be now." The Obscura. Syracuse is holding her. Wrapping her with his bandages so she's like him. She's bleeding to death. Blanking out and in in and out. Out. In.
Professor.
The pen's golden nib paused mid stroke, causing the ink to smudge the parchment. "Yes?"
Tegan's eyes are still not quite open, the ends of her short hair are wet from perspiration. For the past day, she has been immersed in her memories, searching to the ends of the world and beyond.
"I've managed to predict which Fate Lines will lead us to the components. Save one." She tries in vain to sit up, the sheets slip away, pooling at her hips. Her body goes slack. Every surface, every item in her room is black onyx. Her luminous skin is the only point of light in the dark, it is this anti-thesis that gives the darkness form.
"We still don't have an energy source to power the Obscura."Her eyes follow Syracuse as he sits on the edge of her bed. The brittle rags that are his fingers brush against the flesh of her collar as he helps her to sit upright. "Leave finding the source to me." The Hijacker reaches for the wooden box on her bed side table, retrieves the long bone pipe. Within the metal bowl he places a soft black marble. Lights it, holds it to her mouth, bidding her to breathe. "Your hands will be full enough with the Sheathe and the arrays."
Tegan coughs, thick, gray smoke escaping her body in tendrils. The key to lock her doors of perception. Respite. "The angel will be nothing."
"Do not underestimate Asmodeus or his companions."
"I do not fear him."
"It is not he you should fear."
"When this is all over, what will become of us?" Tegan's hand is next to his. Her fingers slowly flex, daring to brush against the bandaged digits. Her eyes are already bloodshot, her words unchecked. Syracuse disappears then reappears at the writing desk, continuing his work. "When this is over, I want you to go to Iwaku Beach."
Tegan turns her head away before he can perceive. "Iwaku doesn't have a beach."
Feral is floating toward a hole in the ceiling, her eyes closed and face split with a Trickster grin as the power washes over her. The raven, fox, coyote and cat dance around her like ghosts, beguiling her to rise up, to use her wily nature to destroy Medusa...
BLINK
"Waaaugh!" Feral is in a heap on the ground. The appearance of Syracuse disrupted the energies, broke the Fate Line. Feral can feel the Cycle's influence leave her body as soon as it entered. The Neko shudders, clutches herself. "it almost got me"
But the Hijacker has placed Tegan's prone form upon the throne. He whispers something in her ear. Feral only catches the last part.
"...the lens is affixed. I must go and finish our work." Then to Feral, the remaining N00b, the neko who went through so much for their cause. He needs her for just a little more.
"Please, be with her." Syracuse turns away. His hand lingering on Tegan's. Goodbye. Syracuse is gone.
Feral is alone with the woman who gave so much to her people. Then took it all away.
"you impossible cunt" Feral straddles her, chokes her. Blood pours from Tegan's mouth, down her cheeks, jaw, neck, collar bone, all streams joining the confluence, the crimson ocean at her breasts. A red queen in a liquid gown.
"you you helped us promised us" Feral's cheeks are hot with tears. "that medusa would free us from their cycle" Her cries become screams as she throttles the star child. "wake up! say something! TELL ME WHY GOD DAMN IT"
"One...last..."Tegan raises her head, eyes burning bright as stars, the light reflects from the prism above Feral looks up at it and Feral sees—
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Feral hits the floor next to the throne, curled into herself, eyes rolling back into her head, mouth frothing white and then red. All is quiet.Tegan remains seated upon the throne. Her empty eyes stare ahead into nothing. Her heart has ceased its rebellious beat.
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