[she's catching her breath after slaying jiaoqiu. wiping the tears from her face, the ones she's so surprised to find there. even though she shouldn't be. she's just killed one of her friends, one of the only friends she has, and as tough as she acts she's just a girl who has been locked in a tower for a long time, but somehow it feels both like shedding tears are something that she never does - especially not when there's a fight to finish, things still to do - and also that she's crying for something deeper and more painful.
and then with a shaky breath she turns. almost, almost, almost. it's starting to feel like this is possible. that they might live. and then she turns and sees the remaining creature bite anders in two.
she screams. somehow this is the thing that shatters her heart. she hardly even knew him, but it's only just that -
this morning she had a place, a home, a purpose. maybe it was awful, maybe it was ugly, maybe there was a constant threat of abuse and violence, and maybe she put up walls and kept herself at arms length from becoming truly friends with anyone else imprisoned here. but still. she had something to do when she woke in the morning. she had people around her who were familiar. she knew what the day held, and she could dream of better days, and she could predict the things that would likely keep her safe and the things she could do to adapt and survive.
and then the attack on the templars. she knows that idiot little mage managed to knock them all out, putting each and every one of them in scalding hot water, without even a scrap of a plan. but even as she was confronted with the knowledge that he had stolen for her any possibility of staying in this place, condemned her to a life away from the tenuous comfort of captivity by people whose malice is familiar and predictable, there was a part of her that was excited. there was a part of her that felt she could do this. there was some unexpected courage that awoke inside her, and she didn't freeze, or hide, or beg their captors for forgiveness. she wanted to take charge, make plans, escape, survive. there's a whole world out there she only remembers from what are primarily nightmares, but... there must be things in it that are good, too. and she could imagine seeing them for herself.
but she could only believe in that, she could only imagine that, because she wasn't alone. she doesn't need to depend on anyone, she doesn't need to rely on anyone, she doesn't need anyone to protect her or have a plan or know what to do, but she cannot just be alone. leaving this place and going out into the world, any world, on her own, hunted, never knowing what's safe or whether anyone can be trusted, she just - she can't. she'll sooner give up and wait for the templars to wake, and find her, and blame her for everything that just happened to her. at least their blame and their punishment is something within the realm of her imagination and not endless terrifying unknowns, a life lost and abandoned in the woods chased by threats she can't even visualize now.
charlie is gone. jiaoqiu is gone. anders is gone. this thing that's left isn't kaworu, either. there's no one coming to save her. there isn't even anyone for her to save.
she faces the defeated monster, a defeated thing herself, nothing to live for and no mana left to draw on, but still there's something in her heart saying that she has to live. no matter what else, no matter how pointless, no matter what they do to her, she's going to live. she'll use her sword and slash at him, but without the magic imbuing it, she's just a girl swinging a blade she has little experience in using, slashing desperately against a monster.
she wanted to be strong, no matter what. and that's why she tried to learn other things, other ways, reserves she could draw upon when what she was given wasn't enough. she's never expected what she was given from anyone else would be enough, so may as well figure out how to be your own source of power, right? she hasn't tried it before, of course. never had the nerve.
but if there's one resource this room isn't lacking for at the moment, it's fresh blood. so she will draw on that, clumsily, letting out another scream, this one less terrified and instead filled at all of the rage she feels for everyone who deserted her, everyone who forced her to fend for herself.
and she will try to summon a tear inside his chest and break him to pieces.]
[ It's almost too easy to feel the power course through her again once she reaches for that power within herself. it becomes so clear, so obvious, why so many fall to the temptation of this kind of magic. a cornered animal will always find its claws and teeth. a lifetime of abuses and fear makes it nearly impossible to resist an easy out. a way to make everyone else pay for everything that has happened to you. it's what makes the Harrowing, the terror, so easy to fail. If you are never taught what to expect beyond fear, you will find nothing but fear.
The creature that used to be Kaworu tears apart like wet paper with the surge of power that hits her, and it's so satisfying in that moment to not feel fear, to not feel helpless in the face of everything happening to you. every use of blood magic is a deal with a demon, though, and she feels it even now - winding its way back into her veins as the silence settles on the room. nothing but gore and remains now.
she hasn't even made it out of the tower yet. so it remains impossible to say if she makes it - if she runs for the exit, if there even really is a way out through here. it took so much blood to reach this point, and there's simply no answer except for the one she already concluded herself. There isn't anyone to save but yourself.
... Well. Bye now!
Here's your summary of rewards and effects for reference! REWARDS (Pick 1 each/duplicates allowed)
Lyrium Ring - Allows one use of a single elemental spell (Ice, Fire, or Lightning)
Spirit Balm - A thick paste that smells awful, but once applied sinks into the skin and heals injuries. Slowly. Very slowly. Takes two entire days to heal up everything.
Phylactery - Find something lost (duplicate an item you’ve used previously)
EFFECTS
For 24-48 Hours on and off you’ll feel flashes of being back in the Tower, as your magesonas For 24 - 48 Hours you’ll occasionally hear a voice in your head. The demon that stalked you through the Fade has followed you here and is whispering in your ear, or next to you, trying to convince you to bring it with you out of Heaven.
For reference, your demons were Shadowheart: Envy Jiaoqiu: Pride Kaworu: Desire Charlie: Wrath
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and then with a shaky breath she turns. almost, almost, almost. it's starting to feel like this is possible. that they might live. and then she turns and sees the remaining creature bite anders in two.
she screams. somehow this is the thing that shatters her heart. she hardly even knew him, but it's only just that -
this morning she had a place, a home, a purpose. maybe it was awful, maybe it was ugly, maybe there was a constant threat of abuse and violence, and maybe she put up walls and kept herself at arms length from becoming truly friends with anyone else imprisoned here. but still. she had something to do when she woke in the morning. she had people around her who were familiar. she knew what the day held, and she could dream of better days, and she could predict the things that would likely keep her safe and the things she could do to adapt and survive.
and then the attack on the templars. she knows that idiot little mage managed to knock them all out, putting each and every one of them in scalding hot water, without even a scrap of a plan. but even as she was confronted with the knowledge that he had stolen for her any possibility of staying in this place, condemned her to a life away from the tenuous comfort of captivity by people whose malice is familiar and predictable, there was a part of her that was excited. there was a part of her that felt she could do this. there was some unexpected courage that awoke inside her, and she didn't freeze, or hide, or beg their captors for forgiveness. she wanted to take charge, make plans, escape, survive. there's a whole world out there she only remembers from what are primarily nightmares, but... there must be things in it that are good, too. and she could imagine seeing them for herself.
but she could only believe in that, she could only imagine that, because she wasn't alone. she doesn't need to depend on anyone, she doesn't need to rely on anyone, she doesn't need anyone to protect her or have a plan or know what to do, but she cannot just be alone. leaving this place and going out into the world, any world, on her own, hunted, never knowing what's safe or whether anyone can be trusted, she just - she can't. she'll sooner give up and wait for the templars to wake, and find her, and blame her for everything that just happened to her. at least their blame and their punishment is something within the realm of her imagination and not endless terrifying unknowns, a life lost and abandoned in the woods chased by threats she can't even visualize now.
charlie is gone. jiaoqiu is gone. anders is gone. this thing that's left isn't kaworu, either. there's no one coming to save her. there isn't even anyone for her to save.
she faces the defeated monster, a defeated thing herself, nothing to live for and no mana left to draw on, but still there's something in her heart saying that she has to live. no matter what else, no matter how pointless, no matter what they do to her, she's going to live. she'll use her sword and slash at him, but without the magic imbuing it, she's just a girl swinging a blade she has little experience in using, slashing desperately against a monster.
she wanted to be strong, no matter what. and that's why she tried to learn other things, other ways, reserves she could draw upon when what she was given wasn't enough. she's never expected what she was given from anyone else would be enough, so may as well figure out how to be your own source of power, right? she hasn't tried it before, of course. never had the nerve.
but if there's one resource this room isn't lacking for at the moment, it's fresh blood. so she will draw on that, clumsily, letting out another scream, this one less terrified and instead filled at all of the rage she feels for everyone who deserted her, everyone who forced her to fend for herself.
and she will try to summon a tear inside his chest and break him to pieces.]
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The creature that used to be Kaworu tears apart like wet paper with the surge of power that hits her, and it's so satisfying in that moment to not feel fear, to not feel helpless in the face of everything happening to you. every use of blood magic is a deal with a demon, though, and she feels it even now - winding its way back into her veins as the silence settles on the room. nothing but gore and remains now.
she hasn't even made it out of the tower yet. so it remains impossible to say if she makes it - if she runs for the exit, if there even really is a way out through here. it took so much blood to reach this point, and there's simply no answer except for the one she already concluded herself. There isn't anyone to save but yourself.
... Well. Bye now!
Here's your summary of rewards and effects for reference!
REWARDS (Pick 1 each/duplicates allowed)
EFFECTS
For reference, your demons were
Shadowheart: Envy
Jiaoqiu: Pride
Kaworu: Desire
Charlie: Wrath