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The Cold Heart of the Black Dragon - Astronomical - 07-05-2025
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Year 2177 AC, the end of the month of ☊ Biblos
"You better fucking hope Mori comes from the depths to consume me, Tahuwa."
The last words imparted to a Nephilim of Ualdir are heard before she goes missing from the fields of battle..
..and she falls into the depths, going below the waves whilst her eyes stare ahead, enshrouded by the saltness of the ocean's waters below the surface. A sharp breath escapes the Supreme, huffed out disdain while drifting deeper. The bubbles float to the surface with ease, watching the blurred form of a man wander away in the distance.
His duty here was done.
But hers was not.
One chapter closes,
and the next one opens.
But hers was not.
One chapter closes,
and the next one opens.
A Drakanite's blood trickles from conventional wounds, dissipating as every ounce of its ichor reaches the small currents, fading away without a trace. Her eyes never leave from the above, even as her ink-tinctured tresses and wings coil upward during this descent.
Another huff is made, where bubbles escape towards their newfound freedom.
"Mercy? Clemency?"
"Does he think me so easy to kill? That drowning will be effective? That he can manage to kill someone as perfect as me? Better than him? Above the rest? Even the Gods?"
"Does he think me so easy to kill? That drowning will be effective? That he can manage to kill someone as perfect as me? Better than him? Above the rest? Even the Gods?"
The light of the risen moon reflects upon the waves, only conveying what little light the downward journey permits. Its light fades the further she sinks into the ocean- nearly beyond the reach of the world above.
"..Even Felfyraxes?"
...
"No. I'm immortal to death. This is not my end."
But..
"Immune to wounds? No."
"They are unbecoming of me."
"Unsightly upon myself."
"Ill-suited to my reflection."
"Unbefitting of a Supreme."
...
"No. I'm immortal to death. This is not my end."
But..
"Immune to wounds? No."
"They are unbecoming of me."
"Unsightly upon myself."
"Ill-suited to my reflection."
"Unbefitting of a Supreme."
Further away does she plummet, disappearing into the embrace of darkness, the colder it becomes, and her eyes finally close to accept her current position. The frigidness of the ocean felt like a small grain of sand in comparison to the nigh emotional cortex of her mind, born through instinct and adrenaline, giving way to the pressure.
It felt as though the Marquis Black Dragon's eyes settle unto her.
"Do you think I was born to enact your will, and your will only? You must not know me, Felfyraxes."
"I am the Successor of your seat in Hel. Your power is mine for the taking."
...
"Did you believe I could so easily be killed by the Ualdir Nephilim, just like my great-grandfather was by the War God's Chosen?"
"Do you see me as weak as Shui Avintess? Below the likes of Eivor Ualdirsson or Tahuwa Kitalan?"
"I am the Successor of your seat in Hel. Your power is mine for the taking."
...
"Did you believe I could so easily be killed by the Ualdir Nephilim, just like my great-grandfather was by the War God's Chosen?"
"Do you see me as weak as Shui Avintess? Below the likes of Eivor Ualdirsson or Tahuwa Kitalan?"
It is quiet, with only the dull sounds of the ocean surrounding her ears.
This, however, was no defeat; no failure. Only a testament of what Felfyraxes expects of His chosen Successor- Heiress of his Throne, and in that time does she indulge the depths, rejecting the last hint of homeliness still burrowed within. A hand floats upward, settling on the left breast where the heart rested, and when her eyes open, only the warmth of Ualdir's remanent aether remains imparted in a black heart, where the rest of the Supreme is seeped in cold.
"I will never be. They'll regret showing me the weakness of mercy."
"Ezrean, the Watcher. An angel of Kraus."
"Tahuwa Kitalan, a Nephilim of Ualdir."
"Ezrean, the Watcher. An angel of Kraus."
"Tahuwa Kitalan, a Nephilim of Ualdir."
A descent; becoming.