The Last City, Humanity's last stronghold against the darkness. Among the regular civilians, there are Guardians, protectors of the light. They come in three classes: Titan, Hunter and Warlock. But what if I told you there was a mystical 4th? They...
The days past by like a knife through the sea, in which the residents of the Tower grew semi-comfortable with their 'guests'. Crota was still shunned by many, Guardians especially, but still intrigued those that got close, earning her a few acquaintances. A few of them included Ikora, Cayde, Shaxx and of course, Eris Morn.
Atheonia was released from the infirmary after a week of reworking her body to function at optimal levels. At first, the citizens of the Tower were afraid of her, seeing her non existent irises freaked them out. Yet, BlackLight stepped out to help her along the way to talk to people. In a surprising turn of events, Amanda Holiday of all people became her first friend, and slowly, people began to trust the blue haired beauty.
However, they couldn't go around nearly naked, so BlackLight paid for Eva Lavante to make them some clothing. Eva was overjoyed to do such a job, as it would mean that whatever they wore would get people to investigate who made them, which would bring in more business. This brings us to now, where we see BlackLight talking to Eva about the clothes within her little corner of the Tower....
BlackLight POV
"Hello Ms. Lavante, I'm here to pick up Crota and Athy's clothing." I stated bluntly, getting the older woman to turn around
"What did we talk about dear? Please, call me Eva. You're too old to call me Ms. anymore." She scolded me, getting me to put my hands up in defeat
"Eva, ma'am, I am here to pick up my companions clothes." I said again, getting a pop on my helmet
"Close enough dear, but here you go." She spoke, handing me two large bags "In the left bag is Crota's attire, which consists of a black, long sleeve shirt; a forest green cardigan; black leggings and a custom pair of flats. In the right bag is Atheonia's clothes, which consists of an elvish dress that is a baby blue. On the edges are little frills that emphasize her beauty greatly." She explained to me, gaining a nod
"I hope they will love them. How much do I owe you Eva?" I asked, gaining another pop to my helmet
"You don't owe me anything young man! You just need to promise me to take those two on a date when you can, and marry them." She tells me, making me look at my hand, remembering her....
"BlackLight, dear, it's been centuries......you need to move on from her. I know she dearly loved you so, so much, but she's not coming back dear." I heard her say, seeing her grab my helmet to look at her
I couldn't see her through my tears, but she knew that. Eva is one of the few people left that I have sat down with and told my origins to. People have come to name her the Grandmother of the Tower because of her soft smile and warm personality, and also because of her chocolate chip cookies (they're the fucking best). I felt her pull me in and hug me, despite my massive frame and height.
"Sarah loved you, #^%^#, but she would want you to be strong and move on." She spoke quietly, then unlatched from the hug "can you do that for her?" She asked me
I pulled out a locket from my belt and looked at her. It's been a few centuries since I've looked at it, and yet......
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.....she's still so beautiful.
I closed the locket up and looked at Eva, who awaited my response. I tried to answer, but no words came out. I tried so hard to say something, even a letter, but I couldn't. It was hard to move on from what happened that day......in that place of pure, unfiltered Darkness....
Third person POV
Eva watched on with heavy concern, seeing the black Guardian shake in either wrath or sorrow, she didn't know. But she knew the place of his utmost horror, a place he explained in one sentence:
A citadel of shattered Darkness and veiled women, the root of all abominations, within the physical and paracausal realm.
But it was better known by a shorter name.....The Black Citadel of Vandelerium. It was only whispers to those that have heard of it, but only BlackLight has seen such a place. The Vanguard don't dare say it's name, and the Hidden will refuse to seek it out. There is no Light within its walls, only Darkness and death survive its anomalous grip on reality. That was BlackLight's account to her, but she knows that there is more to what he's not telling her, and she's afraid to find out what that exactly is.
Despite that knowledge, she knows that deep down, he suffers from Sarah's death. Nalia told her once of this, and even after asking many times, neither will tell what truly happened at the Black Citadel. The only thing she knows is that that place is his fear. Even with all his strength, as of Nalia's account, he couldn't hope to touch its Empress, whose name they couldn't say.
Nalia came out and floated next to his shoulder, her shell showing concern.
"Honey, what happened was not your fault. We didn't know what would happen, you know that deep down." Nalia spoke, gaining his slight attention "She would want you to live on and show the Darkness why you are named the Guardian of Death. She would want you to find love again-"
"-as you have in us."
Two new voices entered the fray, making the trio turn toward them. Crota and Atheonia looked onto him with a loving gaze, and his heart fluttered from it. He laid his eyes upon the clothing that he gave them, but it looked more like rags.
"Here, you two." He said, handing them their respective bags "I won't allow either of you to dress in dirty rags any longer. Goddesses deserve the absolute best, and nothing less."
They both opened the bags with curiosity, unknowing of what was inside. As they fully opened them and grabbed their respective items out, their smiles came to light. Crota had attached herself to him, wrapping her well endowed body around his left arm. Atheonia had not yet moved from her place, but cried radiolaria as she looked at him.
"I....I have never received such a gift before. I-I don't-" she tried to say
Crota unraveled herself from her beloved man and walked to her, then pushed the stunned Vex woman into BlackLight, the male wrapping his arms around her to hold her up. Atheonia looked into the lenses of her saviors mask, seeing his eyes slightly behind them smile in joy.
"Take the gift, and wear it with the beauty and grace I know you for. Okay?" He spoke with pride and joy to the woman
The moment could not get any more touching between the four of them.......but all things good must come to an end. A frantic Hunter had ran around the corner, the same Hunter who we began our story with. He fell onto his face, earning a rather unwelcome pain shooting into his head, interrupting the beautiful moment.
As he stood up, he saw BlackLight with Ends Rebellion drawn, the hammer cocked back and pointed into the Hunters helmet. The Hunter froze, terrified of the man before him, who appeared to be holding one of the two Goddesses in his left arm.
"What is it Hunter, that you disturb us?" He said, his anger seeping through his voice
"Z-Zavala has requested your presence for an emergency meeting, s-sir!" He said, the former putting his gun away
"Why didn't he patch into my Ghost, or use the Tower PA?" He asked, impatient
"He said that it was to be kept under wraps, sir. But he told me to tell you: "An Emissary is here." " the Hunter said, making the dark Guardian's eyes widen
