1st Ashan, 718
Red hot, as usual.
Pocketed away, the artifact Ymiden had given burned a deep heat, as it always did when Rey'na came near the man before her. Deep blue eyes met hers, piercing her gaze with a smile to match it. Interest filled his features as he looked at the woman, the care he felt for her clear and prominent in his voice. But his care wasn't what Rey'na had come here for.
All plague-bearers will die. Even you one day, mother. If that's what it takes.
By all appearances, this man was standard. He had met Rey'na by what he deemed chance in the tavern, had talked to her and had arranged another meeting. They had spent one day together after that, in which they spent a few breaks shopping and talking. He had enjoyed every bit of the beautiful woman's company, and was looking forward to this trial, where the two would meet again.
But their meeting had not been chance. These dates had not been for fun. None of what they had was for any real emotion - just revenge. This man worshipped the woman Rey'na called 'mother' for years gone by, and did the vicious and sick acts that all of those that worshipped the Lady of Plague did. By that association, he was one of her targets, someone that Rey'na would bring to justice. For Pier and Pre. For herself. For Idalos.
I'm sorry, Blair. Had fate been kinder, we might have had something.
"Rey'na?" his sickly-sweet voice spoke, his words slithering in to her ears like poison and breaking her from the trance she was in. Rey'na shook her head and smiled, putting a hand on the man's shoulder reassuringly and looking him in the eyes. That same fake smile spread across her cheeks, one she wore more than she had ever worn a real smile. Though as time went on that would change. Rey'na had someone she was ready to see soon, someone that she had been waiting to see for a long time.
"I'm sorry, I hardly slept. I was in another world somewhere" she chuckled, the man's expression still relatively concerned. Perhaps his care for her was real, or perhaps it was fake. Maybe it was a bit of both. None of that mattered now she thought while walking in to the mans house. Her eyes glanced around the room to ensure nobody else was nearby. As far as her eyes saw it was just the two, though she would keep her eyes open. No plague-bearer could be trusted. It was a simple room, however, with few places to hide. Basic furnishing, not storage areas aside from in the kitchen. They would have to be hiding in another room if anywhere.
I hope your judgement is cleaner in death than it is going to be in life.
Gently, the girl set her herself down on the sofa, her clothes basic but somewhat elegant. She considered wearing her silk dress tonight to try and impress the man, but there was no reason to impress him now. His trust had been won, and was about to be broken. It was twisted, but this was how it had to be done. So long as he was judged and punished properly, her methods didn't matter. Besides, the Plague-Bearer broke girls hearts in Lisirra's name, the realization that he never loved them hitting just before the poison did.
As the man sat beside her, Rey'na placed her hand gently on the dagger that rested under her skirt and cautiously slid it out. His eyes were looking away, giving her time to place it by her side, blocked from his view by her body. Death came with Rey'na, and it always had. But this time, death to those who deserved it. If she could not undo the death she had caused to innocents, she would prevent the death of as many more as she could. She was the judge, the jury and the executioner - and Pier and Pre were her contractors.
I hope you're proud mother. I hope you're proud.
"So, can I get you anything to eat or drink?" he offered, finally glancing back to the woman and smiling. Politely shaking her head, Rey'na wondered. What had he done to join her side? For her, she had witnessed a death and been tricked in to it. But whatever this man had done had been deemed worthy of death, by more than just Rey'na. Perhaps he was psychotic enough to want Lisirra's power from the beginning, maybe even seek it. Who could tell? Whatever it was, it didn't matter. He'd done it, and his time was over because of it.
"Please, just a drink. I don't mind what" she smiled politely, glancing to the man. Standing up a trill after him, dagger at her side, the judge made her way over to the man. As he stood in the kitchen, she gently placed a hand on his shoulder, causing him to go tense. But his anticipation was misplaced. Jury had made their decision as she gently brushed his hair in her hand, before running it down to his cheek. Then came the final decision - the executioner.
This is for justice. For peace. In the name of Pier and Pre, face your judgement, plague-bearer.
With one quick move, the knife was in his neck, her hand gone from his cheek to his mouth. Screams muffled as he struggled lightly, but most of the life was gone before the blade made it's final slash, carving a line through his entire neck, cutting open any way he had of making sound. But she still didn't let go. Now, her grip was not restraint. Not anger or spite. But comfort for the man. He had one life, and had lost it because of his twisted desires.
"I am sorry, my sweet. Truly, I am. I wish this could have ended differently" she admitted, her eyes glancing away with some sadness in them. Whatever lack of love she had for the man, taking his life was not what she wanted. This was what had to be done, however, and Rey'na knew it. His life had to fade away in order for others to keep theirs. Lisirra and her horde of monsters would be stopped, and Rey'na would stop them. However she could, she would. One life at a time.
Goodbye, my sweet. I pray you find shelter in the beyond, and that you are given another chance like I have been.
Gently lowering the dead body to the ground, avoiding any blood covering her clothes, the girl took a step back and knelt down near the man. Nothingness was all that could be seen on her face, a hollow feeling of hate and regret filled in to one. Last time she had killed a man like this he had been innocent, he had done nothing to deserve it. She had taken time to prepare herself, and this was her first contract for the Immortals she now swore herself too. Two immortals that gave her a second chance.
"If you see this, mother, know this. However many it takes, I will take you down. One way or another" the girl vowed, to both Lisirra and herself. Truth be told, Rey didn't want to kill the Immortal of Poison. Instead, she wanted to heal her, cure her and show her the light, and if the Immortal had any care for the girl at all then it would work. They would work something out.
But if that care was nowhere to be found? Then Lisirra would die - and justice would be done. Rey'na would be truly redeemed. With that thought fresh in her mind, the girl stood herself up and made her way to the door, with no intention of cleaning up. She wiped her dagger on the sofa, glancing back one last time at the mess she had made. When this man was found, he may be deemed as innocent. Or by some miracle, or even intervention, his crimes would become known. But what the public knew didn't matter. Justice had been done, and that was all that was important.
Leaving the house with her dagger now sheathed, Rey'na looked out to the town around her. She would return to the town soon, once she had sorted out a few things. Then it was time for her to face what might be the biggest foe she was yet to face. She had to meet Faith, the sister that had been her polar opposite for some time. While Rey'na was ruining lives, Faith was saving them. Perhaps there would be some hate between them, perhaps Faith might even deem the woman evil. So be it. Rey'na had to know what family she had left, and prove to them that she was not a monster anymore.
I've been waiting for this day for too long, sister. I will see you soon. Please, forgive me for what I did. I will make you proud one day.
Red hot, as usual.
Pocketed away, the artifact Ymiden had given burned a deep heat, as it always did when Rey'na came near the man before her. Deep blue eyes met hers, piercing her gaze with a smile to match it. Interest filled his features as he looked at the woman, the care he felt for her clear and prominent in his voice. But his care wasn't what Rey'na had come here for.
All plague-bearers will die. Even you one day, mother. If that's what it takes.
By all appearances, this man was standard. He had met Rey'na by what he deemed chance in the tavern, had talked to her and had arranged another meeting. They had spent one day together after that, in which they spent a few breaks shopping and talking. He had enjoyed every bit of the beautiful woman's company, and was looking forward to this trial, where the two would meet again.
But their meeting had not been chance. These dates had not been for fun. None of what they had was for any real emotion - just revenge. This man worshipped the woman Rey'na called 'mother' for years gone by, and did the vicious and sick acts that all of those that worshipped the Lady of Plague did. By that association, he was one of her targets, someone that Rey'na would bring to justice. For Pier and Pre. For herself. For Idalos.
I'm sorry, Blair. Had fate been kinder, we might have had something.
"Rey'na?" his sickly-sweet voice spoke, his words slithering in to her ears like poison and breaking her from the trance she was in. Rey'na shook her head and smiled, putting a hand on the man's shoulder reassuringly and looking him in the eyes. That same fake smile spread across her cheeks, one she wore more than she had ever worn a real smile. Though as time went on that would change. Rey'na had someone she was ready to see soon, someone that she had been waiting to see for a long time.
"I'm sorry, I hardly slept. I was in another world somewhere" she chuckled, the man's expression still relatively concerned. Perhaps his care for her was real, or perhaps it was fake. Maybe it was a bit of both. None of that mattered now she thought while walking in to the mans house. Her eyes glanced around the room to ensure nobody else was nearby. As far as her eyes saw it was just the two, though she would keep her eyes open. No plague-bearer could be trusted. It was a simple room, however, with few places to hide. Basic furnishing, not storage areas aside from in the kitchen. They would have to be hiding in another room if anywhere.
I hope your judgement is cleaner in death than it is going to be in life.
Gently, the girl set her herself down on the sofa, her clothes basic but somewhat elegant. She considered wearing her silk dress tonight to try and impress the man, but there was no reason to impress him now. His trust had been won, and was about to be broken. It was twisted, but this was how it had to be done. So long as he was judged and punished properly, her methods didn't matter. Besides, the Plague-Bearer broke girls hearts in Lisirra's name, the realization that he never loved them hitting just before the poison did.
As the man sat beside her, Rey'na placed her hand gently on the dagger that rested under her skirt and cautiously slid it out. His eyes were looking away, giving her time to place it by her side, blocked from his view by her body. Death came with Rey'na, and it always had. But this time, death to those who deserved it. If she could not undo the death she had caused to innocents, she would prevent the death of as many more as she could. She was the judge, the jury and the executioner - and Pier and Pre were her contractors.
I hope you're proud mother. I hope you're proud.
"So, can I get you anything to eat or drink?" he offered, finally glancing back to the woman and smiling. Politely shaking her head, Rey'na wondered. What had he done to join her side? For her, she had witnessed a death and been tricked in to it. But whatever this man had done had been deemed worthy of death, by more than just Rey'na. Perhaps he was psychotic enough to want Lisirra's power from the beginning, maybe even seek it. Who could tell? Whatever it was, it didn't matter. He'd done it, and his time was over because of it.
"Please, just a drink. I don't mind what" she smiled politely, glancing to the man. Standing up a trill after him, dagger at her side, the judge made her way over to the man. As he stood in the kitchen, she gently placed a hand on his shoulder, causing him to go tense. But his anticipation was misplaced. Jury had made their decision as she gently brushed his hair in her hand, before running it down to his cheek. Then came the final decision - the executioner.
This is for justice. For peace. In the name of Pier and Pre, face your judgement, plague-bearer.
With one quick move, the knife was in his neck, her hand gone from his cheek to his mouth. Screams muffled as he struggled lightly, but most of the life was gone before the blade made it's final slash, carving a line through his entire neck, cutting open any way he had of making sound. But she still didn't let go. Now, her grip was not restraint. Not anger or spite. But comfort for the man. He had one life, and had lost it because of his twisted desires.
"I am sorry, my sweet. Truly, I am. I wish this could have ended differently" she admitted, her eyes glancing away with some sadness in them. Whatever lack of love she had for the man, taking his life was not what she wanted. This was what had to be done, however, and Rey'na knew it. His life had to fade away in order for others to keep theirs. Lisirra and her horde of monsters would be stopped, and Rey'na would stop them. However she could, she would. One life at a time.
Goodbye, my sweet. I pray you find shelter in the beyond, and that you are given another chance like I have been.
Gently lowering the dead body to the ground, avoiding any blood covering her clothes, the girl took a step back and knelt down near the man. Nothingness was all that could be seen on her face, a hollow feeling of hate and regret filled in to one. Last time she had killed a man like this he had been innocent, he had done nothing to deserve it. She had taken time to prepare herself, and this was her first contract for the Immortals she now swore herself too. Two immortals that gave her a second chance.
"If you see this, mother, know this. However many it takes, I will take you down. One way or another" the girl vowed, to both Lisirra and herself. Truth be told, Rey didn't want to kill the Immortal of Poison. Instead, she wanted to heal her, cure her and show her the light, and if the Immortal had any care for the girl at all then it would work. They would work something out.
But if that care was nowhere to be found? Then Lisirra would die - and justice would be done. Rey'na would be truly redeemed. With that thought fresh in her mind, the girl stood herself up and made her way to the door, with no intention of cleaning up. She wiped her dagger on the sofa, glancing back one last time at the mess she had made. When this man was found, he may be deemed as innocent. Or by some miracle, or even intervention, his crimes would become known. But what the public knew didn't matter. Justice had been done, and that was all that was important.
Leaving the house with her dagger now sheathed, Rey'na looked out to the town around her. She would return to the town soon, once she had sorted out a few things. Then it was time for her to face what might be the biggest foe she was yet to face. She had to meet Faith, the sister that had been her polar opposite for some time. While Rey'na was ruining lives, Faith was saving them. Perhaps there would be some hate between them, perhaps Faith might even deem the woman evil. So be it. Rey'na had to know what family she had left, and prove to them that she was not a monster anymore.
I've been waiting for this day for too long, sister. I will see you soon. Please, forgive me for what I did. I will make you proud one day.
