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Heart of the Storm; Aurael
Topic Started: Dec 11 2013, 09:53 AM (1,014 Views)
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Current Abilities:Lightning manipulation
“Madness, as you know, is a lot like gravity...
all it takes is a little push.”



The frosted glass door which had once stood at the entrance to the elegant mountainside villa was smashed into a thousand different pieces. The beads of shattered glass strewn from where the front door had once stood to across the black slate tiles of the entranceway. But the destruction did not stop there. The once beautiful home looked like a warzone, like a single wrecking ball of pure destruction had ripped through the house, finally stopping by the rear balcony. Amidst the centre of the carnage was a single white dressed figure. Her garments were heavily saturated with the browning marks of dried blood, her silver hair matted together by the life giving substance. There was not a single part of her which was not coated in blood, like the work of a mad artist. In her hand was still clutched an exquisitely crafted sword.

The reason for the damage was instantly apparent. The electricity writhed and coursed along the length of her body like an enraged beast. Lashing out at anything and everything within range of the demigoddess. It was the emotional release for the woman who was void of anything. There was no humanity left in her eyes, the once sapphire and silver gaze transformed into orbs of pure lightning. A window into the heart and soul of the storm.

Only once had she let herself be so consumed by the power she had stolen. Let it pull her into the darkest places of her being where only the lust and desire for release existed. The raw power within her begging to be unleashed. To tear into the ground over and over again until there was nothing but blackened earth and the reek of charred vegetation filling the air. It was close to how her home smelt now.

The blackened marks along the walls and ceiling bore testament to that. Jupiter’s own daughter... she had been hiding from her power. Feared what devastation it could have brought to the world, to her child. But there was no way, in any world, that Romulus’ child, the heir of a storm prince would have been harmed by that legacy. One day, this would be her child, lost to the madness Romulus had warned her of... consumed by the power and promise it held. This is why she had made Darius promise to end her child’s life if and when the time came. There were no promises between gods and dragons ~ save one. Would he have put her down as well? Would he have realised she was the threat even Romulus had raised his sword to.

Gentle kind Aurael... compassionate and warm... boundless patience and understanding. She would have loved him. Her prince of storms. Were it not for their child. If she had not feared the path he walked and the pain it would have brought the lover and family he realised in this world. Her secret... her damned secret. Yes she would have left, she would have lied to him ~ told him whatever she needed to so that he would never have looked for her. She would have wounded him, torn his still beating heart from his chest and denied him everything.

Before that night Lares had meant nothing to her, he was a memory, a shadow of a life she had left behind and a pale comparison to the last lover she had taken. One by one the lives she had taken, that she had played a hand in ending swam back up from the abyss of her memories to greet her. To cackle madly at her fragmenting psyche. They sang for blood, begged for justice... and if not justice, then revenge. By what right did she continue to deny them?

The sword was still clutched to her chest, the one physical item which seemed to be able to absorb the power which continued to smash against the world around her. The blade was all that grounded her, a conduit which held her fast. At least it had... The air seethed and sparked. Lightning racing through the very air making it heavy and charged. Maybe that was the reason the demigoddess was able to tread upon the air itself, he feet leaving the ground completely. One of the stained slip-on shoes fell from her feet, the lightning turning on the discarded item the moment it became a separate entity of its mistress.

The lightning which coursed along the length of her body began to smoothen out, the charge amplifying into a solid continuous current. Blood soaked and garbed in simply clothing did nothing to detract from the intense and terrifying beauty of the fully ascended demigoddess.

There would be no one to pull her back this time. No Romulus to weather her insanity. It was a pit and Aurael was falling into it with each and every second that passed with less and less hope of salvation.

How had she even gotten home..?

The sun finally broke the horizon to bath the woman in its golden light. Soaking into her every pore. The single thing she could have longed for was the fury of a storm. She was still a force of nature without it...


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Syriak’s head tilted slightly as he watched the young human, his molten eyes were a reflection of what hid underneath. Even the traces of runic scarring along his cheekbones and brow stood out form being normal. He had no idea to what level Holly saw him as, but instantly grew intrigued with the woman once her eyes frosted over. His assumptions had brought him to viewing her as a witch, she did not exude the malice of anything darker, like many things he had come across. It was intriguing as she seemed to be a natural caster. A rare occurrence in his day and age.

Holly’s actions caused him to believe she could see aura’s, for science it was the natural electrical current which flows through life. But science had allot to answer for... Humans had been cheating death for hundreds of years, and now. Earth was suffocating on a plague of unnatural longevity. He did not see himself as being racist, more so just a realist. He will not live forever, but with luck his lineage will continue.

It was Holly’s reaction towards him that provoked that she knew exactly what she was looking at. For once he was not concerned on someone knowing his secret, if she was one of Aurael’s friends then he was happy with that. He owed Aurael that much.

“I believe she can see monsters in this room.” His tone was not without its humour as Syriak continued to watch the woman before him, concern marred his features as the cool temperature become more noticeable. He had no issue with his opposing element, but what could stand before a raging volcano.

His eyes glanced to Eris, knowing all that she was. And to an extent to be sure she would not react with violence towards the young witch, she was chaotic, but not stupid. His eyes turned once more to Aurael, there were so many things he should have told her, so many things he only confessed to the shadow. And others that did not see the light of day.

His hand never let go of her as he spoke, he wanted her to understand. “We all have our secrets... Some secrets destroy all in their wake. You know I am far from human Aurael... Just like I know she is a witch.” His earthen tone trembled as he spoke to her, his soft afflictions with every spoken word emphasised English was never his first language. He was in no means cruel with the words he chose, the term Witch was a generalisation, until he learnt more about the individual he would be forced to base his assumptions off that.

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Aurael knew the moment Holly’s sight turned to Syriak. He had never confessed what he was to her, never confirmed what she had once suspected and now believed. The young witch’s grip on her pillar and the animated expression was all Aurael could have asked for. What did she see? Did she see his true form? And what of the other woman in the room her frosted sight had not turned towards?

Syriak’s words found her. It was the closest he had come to an admission. Secrets were the one thing that each of them had. She did not long to pry him from his, but her heart still desired to know the truth. Even if it came with a price. They were, each of them capable of destruction, just to a different degree. Turning towards him her other hand brushed against his cheek, lightning born eyes looking up into his molten gaze. “I have always known what you were... I just did not know how to believe it.” Her words were soft, slowly returning to the compassion and love which made Aurael the woman she truly was.

She felt the power of all he was coursing beneath her touch and for the first time since learning she was with child, the temptation to take his abilities was there. From one heartbeat to the next she could have become all that he was. What would he have thought of his thief then?

The first time Holly had looked at Aurael with her sight it had only lasted a few seconds. But minutes began to tick by and the demigoddess’ concern grew for the young woman. It was what she needed. She needed to remember why she was doing this. Why she would have moved heaven and earth. Her hand finally pulled from Syriak’s as she stepped forward, directly between the view the witch had of one of the dragons in the room. Speech was beyond her, whether it was a product of her sight or the shock of what he site saw. It was a small blessing that she had not turned her head. Eris was a different kind of creature. She was chaos and destruction incarnate... that would not have been an image Holly could only hope to escape, that was a pit so deep she may have lost herself staring into it.

The air was snap frozen around the witch, pulling the water molecules out of the air itself and freezing them into something akin to snowflakes where gravity tried exerting its command over them. Like shaking the static out of a piece of clothing, Aurael shed the last of her electrical continuance, even the current in her eyes lessened, revealing her sapphire and silver eyes again. The hand that reached out towards Holly’s shoulder was human again, as human as it could be... there was a part of Aurael she could not pretend was otherwise.

“Come back to us, my friend.” The soft words were all the encouragement and reassurance the demigoddess could offer.


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