Death and Rebirth: Roleplay with TheNovaSwag #2

Chapter 73

N:    There were tear streaks down Anathema's face as she wandered around with Odrus, and when she was noticed, she took a step back. She was still slightly afraid of him ever since he attacked Chrysalis, and although she was aware of what she did, she still needed the Eternal's help.

"I shouldn't have trusted Suebi," she silently spoke, and she began to tear up, "he handed him over to Prussia and now he's torturing him and using him for his own gains."

She sniffed as she wiped her face, then put on an angry expression to try to hide her emotions. "You're the only one I can tell, and I just hope you can pass this one to help him.  But let me make myself clear," she grumbled, crossing her arms, "I still hate you and what you did, even if you fixed him, the last time he  was alive and well was before you went all hell on him. Now he's just an empty shell."

M: "Well, now he got a taste of what he put us through," Odrus grunted, "if you follow him around so much then I'm sure you saw what he did to my people, or what he did to Sofia.  I tried playing the good cop, I did my best to see the good in him, but you can thank yourself for what happened between us."

He took a step closer to Anathema, squaring   up to her with all his height, "You were supposed to be someone who brings a country to its knees, that takes careful planning and  forward-thinking, two things you clearly do not have.  Did you honestly not think that Chrysalis would be blamed for England's capture, I'm the only one here who can see you, I can't even hear you speak, so why the hell did you think we would just assume a ghost ratted out England, are you that fucking stupid?!"

The eternal calmed himself before he could get too riled up, taking a deep breath before saying, "I will tell Saxon about this, whether or not he does anything about it is not up to me, not like I would care at this point, he's getting what he deserves for what he did.  But know this, you may hate me for what I did, but don't forget that even in death, your actions have  consequences, and they must be paid all the same, understand."

N: Anathema frowned and spat at his face, "I understand, and I already blame myself for dragging my brother into the crossfire."

The insurgent turned and began to walk away, but she couldn't help but smirk, looking one more time at Odrus. "I may not have been the best insurgent," she smiled, "but at least I died after my duty has been fulfilled. I may have not brought down the British family, but I was   able to fracture it enough to be dysfunctional, and a broken family isn't a family at all. I taught my brother two things to train him as an insurgent, one," she raised a finger, "how to exact the most pain to your victims, and two," she raised a second finger, "if you bring down   one Brit, you bring them all down. I'll leave you with that."

And with that, she disappeared, leaving Odrus with her message.

M: Odrus just growled at her, too disgruntled to care about what she said, simply walking away to find Saxon without giving her words much thought.  Before he looked for the entity, he went to one of his favorite sitting rooms to cool off and grab a drink, and by sheer coincidence, Saxon and Anglo were there,

"Well well, how about that," he chuckled, "I stop here for a drink and find the man I'm looking for anyway, how convenient."

He first opened a cabinet that had the alcohol and grabbed a bottle of wine, as well as three cups to offer the two a drink.

"How have you two been though, what with the preparations for the ball, I know you're despising the French coming but is there anyone you look forward to seeing."

N: "Just to get one thing straight," Anglo said as he accepted his glass of wine, "we don't exactly entirely hate the French."

"You still sort of resent Kingdom of France," Saxon pointed out, causing the winged country to frown, "but it's true."