Death and Rebirth: Roleplay with TheNovaSwag #2

Chapter 50

M:   Askad lowered himself from the ceiling and unshifted, brushing himself off and examining his war wound. It wasn't severe though it had a good stream of blood, so Odrus took it upon himself to heal his friend.

"You guys go on, I'll be there in a minute," he said, Askad raised a brow but said nothing, simply leaving with Royal and Neflen. Odrus looked back to Chrysalis, there was no emotion on his face, nothing that could tell the insurgent how he felt.

The eternal walked closer to Chrysalis and knelt next to him, he snapped his fingers and all of the bandages disappeared from his enemy.

"Hold still, this might sting a bit," he warned, his voice emotionless. He put two fingers on one of the Scot's larger wounds and closed his eyes, he muttered a spell and when he opened them his eyes were glowing gold. Very slowly he traced the wound, and as his fingers passed over it, a golden glow was left behind.

When he removed his fingers, the glow died down and the wound healed completely without a scar. Odrus hummed in satisfaction and moved on to the next one.

N:   Chrysalis freaked out a bit when Odrus began to heal him, not sure how to react after what he did to him and his entire colony, but he shrugged; he was getting magical treatment for free. As the Eternal worked, the insurgent grew increasingly skeptical about the other, thinking that it just might be a hoax and instead was cursing him, but whenever Odrus healed a part of him, it felt a hundred times better.

Once he was completely healed, he cautiously stood up and stretched, feeling immense relief, and when he was done he just faced the Eternal. He thought about attacking him, but a few reasons came to mind that suggested otherwise. Firstly, he's a prisoner; secondly, Odrus has magic; and last but not least, insurgents don't lack respect, and the man before him earned enough so that he didn't attack him.

"Why," Chrysalis questioned, rubbing his wrists from the previous shackles, "why did you heal me?"

M:   Odrus didn't respond at first, he took a cloth out of his pocket and wiped the blood off his hands. Then he looked around the cell and shook his head at the filth of it, so he summoned a bucket and mop and had them start cleaning the place up.

"That is a magnificent question, is it not," the eternal spoke, "why would I heal you, my people and I took you in when you were in danger, and you repaid us with a massacre and slavery. You deserve all the pain in the world, yet I just relieved you of it. So why did I do it?"

When the room was spotless he dismissed the mop and bucket, then he summoned a proper mattress with a fresh set of clothes and a warm blanket.

"I don't agree with my fellow eternals," he said, taking out a journal from his pocket and writing something down, "they all want you to die a slow and agonizing death, and they want to be the cause of it. You definitely deserve that, but I know that for every story there are two sides, just like a coin. We only know one side of the coin, it is corroded with blood and stained with suffering, what we don't know is what the other side of that coin looks like."

He finally looked up to the insurgent, "I can see things you know, the outside of my coin may look grey, but the hidden side looks blue, the color of spirits. What does your hidden side look like, dear Chrysalis?"

N:   The insurgent's smile wavered, he felt as if he was in unknown territory, and he froze there, unable to answer for a couple of seconds. "What am I supposed to say," Chrysalis scoffed, "Nothing is holding me back. I emerged, i.e. I wasn't born from pathetic countryhumans, giving me more room to do what I want. I am an insurgent, which is literally the best job I can have. Aye, I have to report back once in a while, but otherwise, I'm free."