Scene Two, Act Two:
"Raif..." ZilvaiÂ’s small right index finger poked against the Harmoniums plated side. The Harmoniums were known as Sigils Guard.
"Raif..." She repeated, yet no word was returned. Something was amiss. The once automated like guard has fallen to silence and evident confusion and perhaps pain.
"Raif...!" Her voice ascended in hope he would reply, but he did not. She sighed and her chaotic mind told her to bring out her last resort, a hug. She moved in, avoiding the spikes upon the mans shoulders and gave him a kind hug. He finally budged and looked down at the young albino celestial with his intimidating helmet stare.
"Don't... do that..." Zilvai smiled amused at those words and settled back. Her expression turned sincere once more and she began to question.
"What's going on Raif?" He merely returned a stare and a long pause before replying.
"I don't know..." Zilvai took a deep breath and questioned more.
"What do you mean you don't know?" Raif shook his head to the question and turned away.
"I shouldn't stay here any longer." Thus, the Harmonium man moved off to an untold direction. Zilvai's mysterious stare followed him as he walked down the road. A child soon came and placed a poster upon the wall they were stationed at. Animus, A paladin and Aasimar looked to it and soon gathered a startled expression.
"Murder?" He asked to no one specific and great doubt. Zilvai turned and viewed the poster. She cringed and grit her teeth. Her two hands moved to grasp hold of the paper, rip it to shreds and throw it beneath her so her plated greaves could pound it even more.
"What lie is this!?" She said viciously. "WHAT LIE IS THIS!?" Her anger grew more fierce as her steps upon the pieces of paper grew harder. She turned and headed down the street where Raifael went.
There was no hope. She searched every ally upon the lower bazaar and found no one. She joined Animus, one of Sigils well known Paladins of a god called Sune, in the search. He said he might've turned invisible or Ethereal instead of plane shifting. Zilvai could only hope. The two came across a messenger that led them to Raif. It was a Drow. They spoke a bit with the Harmonium Guard but all it lead to was that Seethe, an intriguing figure that caused much harm, was lying... somehow. The Drow soon brought the guards, as to be expected. Zilvai reacted and moved to plant shackles upon Raifael's arm. He took a step back where Zilvai in effect gave him a look, expressing he should play along. Moments after, she set one of the shackles on his arm, and the other on hers. As Guards slowly surrounded them, Raifael murmured a few words, hidden from the sight of the guards.
"Play along." ZilvaiÂ’s right ear twitched in understanding. Right after, Raif flicked the chain that held them together around her neck.
"Step back or I will snap her neck!" He called. The guards followed their Sergeants commands and stepped back. As the distance between them and Raifael grew enough, the wanted Harmonium mutters arcane words and lets himself and Zilvai fade from sight. He then shifted and tugged Zilvai with him down to the Undersigil.
Fragments Of Memory
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Scene Three, Act Two:
Much happened after RaifaelÂ’s freedom; Zilvai's love returned. The small, ebon elf with azure eyes and hair is back into the half celestials arms. It's a wonder... no, a blessing. A gift from above. Zilvai had slept cozily that night within her bed. She tugged at the bed sheets and smiled.
"She's here... with me." Zilvai murmured happily and fell into slumber.
The pale white celestial and the onyx elf stood in the Grey Wastes. Clinged together they looked into each others eyes. Zilvai had pity in her eyes as the Drow remained confused. How is it she got to this world? They pondered. Was it Azar'iis capability to find others with the power of dreams? Did she portal to Sigil in that way? It's likely... Heili could do so too but Azar'ii was but a pup. Well, or wasn't she? Zilvai smiled and looked down briefly at the ebon woman again. Soon after, the elf nuzzled her head into the Celestial neck. Zilvai sighed happily and held onto the elf tightly. After moments of silence, she finally spoke.
"You know what...?"
"Hmm?" Azar'ii replied.
"Zilvy is tired again." The albino celestial giggled.
"Oh, and what do you do with a tired Zilvy?" The obisidian elf smiled.
"You bring her to bed..." Zilvai sage nodded and smiled brightly.
It was Zilvai's duty to protect her once more.
Much happened after RaifaelÂ’s freedom; Zilvai's love returned. The small, ebon elf with azure eyes and hair is back into the half celestials arms. It's a wonder... no, a blessing. A gift from above. Zilvai had slept cozily that night within her bed. She tugged at the bed sheets and smiled.
"She's here... with me." Zilvai murmured happily and fell into slumber.
The pale white celestial and the onyx elf stood in the Grey Wastes. Clinged together they looked into each others eyes. Zilvai had pity in her eyes as the Drow remained confused. How is it she got to this world? They pondered. Was it Azar'iis capability to find others with the power of dreams? Did she portal to Sigil in that way? It's likely... Heili could do so too but Azar'ii was but a pup. Well, or wasn't she? Zilvai smiled and looked down briefly at the ebon woman again. Soon after, the elf nuzzled her head into the Celestial neck. Zilvai sighed happily and held onto the elf tightly. After moments of silence, she finally spoke.
"You know what...?"
"Hmm?" Azar'ii replied.
"Zilvy is tired again." The albino celestial giggled.
"Oh, and what do you do with a tired Zilvy?" The obisidian elf smiled.
"You bring her to bed..." Zilvai sage nodded and smiled brightly.
It was Zilvai's duty to protect her once more.
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"I miss him..." Those were the first words the ebon elf let loose after Zilvai returned to the inn room. Zilvai sighed heavily in sympathy, knowing all too well what had the elf concerned.
"How much?" The albino half celestial asked. She had a plan, yet it would be displeasing in the long run for her.
"Too much..." The chocolate colored elf replied with tearful eyes and a stuttery voice. At those words, Zilvai had lifted herself, cleaned the floor from carpets and items and went to the kitchen to gather a knife. She returned and set the blade to her own palm, looking over to the saddened elf.
"My father has told me much about dream walking. The easiest way to do so is by following nightmares, for they are the strongest and most personal feelings one can follow. The ingredient for this ritual though, is the pure life essence... blood." She finely cut her snow white palm and through the knife aside. She had briefly twitched and gave of a pained expression before going to work with a nuetral face. She had created a huge circle with markings written and drawn in blood on the wooden floor of the inn. She then turned to Azar'ii. "I can only prepare such. Mother has not gifted my person as she has gifted you. You must sleep and find his dream. Once there, tug him with you in anyway possible." Zilvai smiled reasuringly to the doubting ebon elf. Hope, was within the Drowess though... she wanted her brother back at all costs. Thus, the small figure moved within the circle, layed down and fell into slumber. Zilvai had watched for a while before slouching into bed and wrapping her bleeding hand in heavy bandages. The loss of blood got to her quickly and she too, fell asleep upon the bed.
"How much?" The albino half celestial asked. She had a plan, yet it would be displeasing in the long run for her.
"Too much..." The chocolate colored elf replied with tearful eyes and a stuttery voice. At those words, Zilvai had lifted herself, cleaned the floor from carpets and items and went to the kitchen to gather a knife. She returned and set the blade to her own palm, looking over to the saddened elf.
"My father has told me much about dream walking. The easiest way to do so is by following nightmares, for they are the strongest and most personal feelings one can follow. The ingredient for this ritual though, is the pure life essence... blood." She finely cut her snow white palm and through the knife aside. She had briefly twitched and gave of a pained expression before going to work with a nuetral face. She had created a huge circle with markings written and drawn in blood on the wooden floor of the inn. She then turned to Azar'ii. "I can only prepare such. Mother has not gifted my person as she has gifted you. You must sleep and find his dream. Once there, tug him with you in anyway possible." Zilvai smiled reasuringly to the doubting ebon elf. Hope, was within the Drowess though... she wanted her brother back at all costs. Thus, the small figure moved within the circle, layed down and fell into slumber. Zilvai had watched for a while before slouching into bed and wrapping her bleeding hand in heavy bandages. The loss of blood got to her quickly and she too, fell asleep upon the bed.
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Chapter Three: Fake Wings
Scene One, Act Three:
She died at ascension and became lost in a world she now sees as the afterlife. The smile she carries on her face and the joyous position she holds on her curvy attractive body is nothing more than a wing that wrapped her, masking her true feelings.
Her friends had told her many times before to not hide the feelings she has held deep within her, though that was who she was; a fraud, a lie, and deception. The skills she first used to cause harm are now used to satisfy others with a pleasing life. Her attentions were far from making others pity her, nor does she even wish to be... or maybe she does a little?
Scene Two, Act Three:
Not even the people she loved seemed to care for her truely, or they might have asked. The Drowess she loved dearly, seems to go her own path and not one with herself. Zilvai now was set to a track of doubt. Could she continue to show love to a person who does not wish for her to interefere with her problems, who she barely ever sees these days within Sigil and who hardly seems to concern herself for the half celestial? The love was soon dwindling from the celestials side... she needed someone who cared as much for her as she does for the other.
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Scene Three, Act Three:
The demons suddenly surrounded the Ex-Half Succubi, maiming her down with claws, magic and swords. As the last sweep was delivered to her stomach, she flew backwards and remained idle upon the ground. She had failed as she did back then. Her hand clasped around the sword hilt tightly for a moment before letting loose and slowly closing her eyes. She was soon to die... but then a rush of light poured down upon the pale celestial, healing her with uttermost power. Even though she was healed, she remained still. The legendary Bard Kelth lifted her over his shoulder and carried her out of battle.
Her mind trailed back to the scenes of failure in her life. She saw many friends fall in front of her during combat due to her incapability to protect them, she remembered the nations that went against her because all she wanted to do is allow everyone freedom, but the most tragic thing she remembered was the day she abandoned the world where everyone she cared for lived on and were bound to die. The thoughts that first haunted her just barely now wade through her mind to a near maximum extent. She is likely to not hold that fake smile upon her lips for much longer.
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Scene Four, Act Three:
Power for Vengeance, Vengeance for Peace; Zilvai slowly dwindled into the world of fanatism. Her mind, irrational and chaotic; her stability and joy were only minor, yet luckily she kept sanity.
The pale half celestial half laid in the small hut upon the roof on the southern part of the Bazaar. Thoughts went through her wayward mind. Was all she fought for truly lost? Was she transported to Sigil intentionally by the Creator of her old World? What was her vengeance going against? Why did she feel this vengeance at all? All this hate that now swirls in her body... is it the essence that is making her so much stronger? What was it that Kelth and Naya thought about her that day she was near death? Why do they even bother to deal with her? It couldn't possibly be friendship... or?
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Scene Five, Act Three:
Raifael returned, crushing every bone within ZilvaiÂ’s body with a gruesome spell. He said he was neither insane nor possessed but just himself. Was he hidden behind a mask all this while? Did he merely talk to Zilvai and used her instead of her using him? She laid upon the cold ground, amongst the rubble and house tiles. Her body covered with stone of a spell she had casted yet otherwise she remained limp. Raifael... or more the shell of the man took out a dagger and kneeled down by her side. Zilvai, urged a few last words... how she would stay by his side for ever, no matter his state of mind. With that, Raifael heeded not her words, yet he set the dagger aside and walked out the door after casting a regenerative cantrip upon her frame.
The half Celestial was once against bested. This time, even from a friend... it was like every single bit of madness in her previous life was repeating itself in her new found "Haven." What was she to do now? She could only sob... moan about her misery that she first has warned another that day to put aside and accept Sigil as a new home. She is to snap... she will. She was always one fragile in mind... or not?
Raifael returned, crushing every bone within ZilvaiÂ’s body with a gruesome spell. He said he was neither insane nor possessed but just himself. Was he hidden behind a mask all this while? Did he merely talk to Zilvai and used her instead of her using him? She laid upon the cold ground, amongst the rubble and house tiles. Her body covered with stone of a spell she had casted yet otherwise she remained limp. Raifael... or more the shell of the man took out a dagger and kneeled down by her side. Zilvai, urged a few last words... how she would stay by his side for ever, no matter his state of mind. With that, Raifael heeded not her words, yet he set the dagger aside and walked out the door after casting a regenerative cantrip upon her frame.
The half Celestial was once against bested. This time, even from a friend... it was like every single bit of madness in her previous life was repeating itself in her new found "Haven." What was she to do now? She could only sob... moan about her misery that she first has warned another that day to put aside and accept Sigil as a new home. She is to snap... she will. She was always one fragile in mind... or not?
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Scene Six, Act Three:
Tick tock, tick tock, the Grandfather clock knocked. The white lady sat in room, not sleeping, but plotting. Ink in hand and book upon the table with a pale hand on its side to pin it down as she wrote. She knew what she wanted and would do anything to obtain it. No one would expect it either. It would come sudden, at them whilst she would slowly grow without one to notice.
"Power corrupts all who wish it but the one who can best corruption with the power is the almighty. Dear diary, I will succeed my plan. If not on my previous world, it will be here. I will use Sigil as my nexus to all worlds. Be the one of the minorities to become a greater entity. No one shall hinder me from this path and it will be one I walk alone whilst using others as my tools. Those who have hurt me will feel my wrath then and the ones who kept me dear will find joy and mercy. Those who have left me aside and dealt with their own business, caring for only themselves and no others will regret to be brought to the surface.
The page soon after filled itself with more strategies to go about her plan. She was so fixed in her work, not seeming to even think over the consequences that could happen. A particular certainty was created within her as if all those years she had lived in horror and melancholy come to a climax to turn for the different. As she said to Naya and Kelth that one day, she didn't want to be weak, but strong; the only thing she left out, that she also wanted to rule.
Tick tock, tick tock, the Grandfather clock knocked. The white lady sat in room, not sleeping, but plotting. Ink in hand and book upon the table with a pale hand on its side to pin it down as she wrote. She knew what she wanted and would do anything to obtain it. No one would expect it either. It would come sudden, at them whilst she would slowly grow without one to notice.
"Power corrupts all who wish it but the one who can best corruption with the power is the almighty. Dear diary, I will succeed my plan. If not on my previous world, it will be here. I will use Sigil as my nexus to all worlds. Be the one of the minorities to become a greater entity. No one shall hinder me from this path and it will be one I walk alone whilst using others as my tools. Those who have hurt me will feel my wrath then and the ones who kept me dear will find joy and mercy. Those who have left me aside and dealt with their own business, caring for only themselves and no others will regret to be brought to the surface.
The page soon after filled itself with more strategies to go about her plan. She was so fixed in her work, not seeming to even think over the consequences that could happen. A particular certainty was created within her as if all those years she had lived in horror and melancholy come to a climax to turn for the different. As she said to Naya and Kelth that one day, she didn't want to be weak, but strong; the only thing she left out, that she also wanted to rule.
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Scene Seven, Act Three:
Many nights and days were spent in solitude. Sleeping, standing up, eating and drinking too lastly then work on the many plans she had work on. It was time to show herself back to the outside world again, even though she was quite alone. Her friends had little time for her. Zilvai's only explanation to this was because she was something better, or so she deemed herself to be.
It was not even a day till she got stuck with "mortal business." Raifael, the one who had once nearly killed her was said to attempt escaping his cell. Interesting how she had a talk with Fargul Bernadotte about him just during the time when the alarm bells of the Barracks rang. She learned a lot from that conversation, not only the point of view of the situation he was in but also that he was so easily turned to obey ones will. She would keep this in mind, perhaps to later use him for her better. It was one reason for her to join the Warhounds most definitely. They would be her little pawns upon the chessboard.
She did bother with freeing Raifael from Harmonium grasp. After finding him within the abyss amongst others, she dragged him off the battlefield whilst Demons and devils took care of the pests. Fargul naturally followed along with two shady elves. In an ethereal state they walked out the Harmonium Barracks after they made a way out of there and then headed down to the Under Sigil where a village that housed many such criminals. It went perfect, not even a scratch was placed upon her own body at that point, except for Fargul. He acted as a lovely meat shield for her as he dumbly engaged battle to deal with the nagging bestiary around the Abyss. With Raifael safe, she could think of more things to do. It definitely wasn't Raifael himself that chose to change, it wasn't his personality and fact is one only changes due to others. In effect she knew, she might be able to use Raifael as she wanted and kill that person who changed him so. For that, she would use Fargul.
Many nights and days were spent in solitude. Sleeping, standing up, eating and drinking too lastly then work on the many plans she had work on. It was time to show herself back to the outside world again, even though she was quite alone. Her friends had little time for her. Zilvai's only explanation to this was because she was something better, or so she deemed herself to be.
It was not even a day till she got stuck with "mortal business." Raifael, the one who had once nearly killed her was said to attempt escaping his cell. Interesting how she had a talk with Fargul Bernadotte about him just during the time when the alarm bells of the Barracks rang. She learned a lot from that conversation, not only the point of view of the situation he was in but also that he was so easily turned to obey ones will. She would keep this in mind, perhaps to later use him for her better. It was one reason for her to join the Warhounds most definitely. They would be her little pawns upon the chessboard.
She did bother with freeing Raifael from Harmonium grasp. After finding him within the abyss amongst others, she dragged him off the battlefield whilst Demons and devils took care of the pests. Fargul naturally followed along with two shady elves. In an ethereal state they walked out the Harmonium Barracks after they made a way out of there and then headed down to the Under Sigil where a village that housed many such criminals. It went perfect, not even a scratch was placed upon her own body at that point, except for Fargul. He acted as a lovely meat shield for her as he dumbly engaged battle to deal with the nagging bestiary around the Abyss. With Raifael safe, she could think of more things to do. It definitely wasn't Raifael himself that chose to change, it wasn't his personality and fact is one only changes due to others. In effect she knew, she might be able to use Raifael as she wanted and kill that person who changed him so. For that, she would use Fargul.