Fallout: Fury Blood

Chapter 132: Of Green And Grey

Danse slogged through the labyrinthine dark of his mind. His darkness was more prolific than he had ever imagined.

He was the Unpossessed. By the prophesies of the Sight, he was too pure for the possession of demonic radiation. Yet, here he was, drowning in the Dark Blood Sea of the Dark Deep, feeling the apocalyptic radiation infest his innards and induce madness in his mind.

What was his liability? What was tainting him?

Eyes of sapphires and shadows broke the darkness asunder, splitting open a passage of light for him to swim through. His heart thundered to rival the storms of the Red Menace, but his motions were sluggish, the blood and oil heavy and thick. Danse pulled himself deeper and deeper to her. She was a splash of light to his blindness, his guardian angel descending to save his soul from this infernal purgatory.

Beautiful, catastrophic Kelly. Her naked shape boiled and writhed in the waters like spilled oil. The Dark Blood Sea was gone. A pure ocean bound them.

When he came within reach, she glided the last distance to insinuate herself around him, their limbs forming an entanglement as one. The song of her eyes reached into him, reflecting the blue purity of the ocean with it's mellifluous troves of light and dark.

He could feel her love for him. It transcended his corporeal identity, his synth creation.

Kelly opened for him like a waking flower, and without hesitation he plunged himself into her beckoning embrace, into her love. In the cold water, she sheathed him warmly, holding him in secret sanctimony.

Danse claimed her in a dance of passion through the ocean. The sensorial experience of coming from his perception of hell to his heaven was intrepid. Suddenly, he knew what it was like to indulge in a chemical high. He grew addicted to the contrasting euphoria. Nothing else in his existence mattered but the feeling of being with Kelly, being one with her, feeling her somatic reactions to his love.

Tears rivered down her face. Danse was so lost in himself, in her, that he didn't understand what was happening until her tears turned to blood. Her eyes blackened and congealed, they seeped twin trails of darkness that dropped to her chest and stained her skin, even when he tried to wipe them away.

Her body burned in his arms, her skin mottling with dark scales like a dragon with viscous lava in her veins. Her eyes glittered with distilled evil. This wasn't his Kelly. She was stronger than the demons in her blood. This couldn't be her.

Fangs stretched out from beneath her lips, a snarl just for him. All Danse could do was stare at the face of his fate, at the face of his love, and feel his love for her transcend her darkness. When she bit into his neck, a scarlet blizzard of blood took the ocean back to the Dark Deep, and him with it.

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Kelly huddled deeper into Danse's bomber as the vertibird carried her over the Castle and out toward the nearest alliance outpost. She had spent all morning meeting the relatives of the fallen Minutemen, listening to their woes, empathizing with their loss, and vowing to be their angel of vengeance. She was already exhausted.

She squinted as the midday sun refracted off the towers, trying to catch any glimpse of the Prydwen rolling into the Commonwealth from the diaphanous green storms out in the Glowing Sea.

Nothing. Not even a squadron of vertibird scouts. So far so good, but it didn't cleanse her of the anxiety hounding her with each heartbeat. The moment that airship threw it's shadow over the city would be the moment her carefully constructed political facade would splinter apart.