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Darkheart x Reader

Fall of Telamon

The battlefield crackled with flames, the not so distant rumble of thunder accompanying harsh gusts of wind and ash which traveled along with it.

Telamon, the medieval village located in Talamon, which was also named by dude named- you guessed it, Telamon was now the grimmest place in all of Inpherno. Structures were shattered, family homes emptied- all but undead roaming the land were either killed off by accident or escaped.

Most tried locking themselves in their homes, trusting the sturdy foundation built of stone to be their saving grace- but ultimately it resulted in their downfall. Many houses had wooden roofs which collapsed on top of them, allowing the rain to flood demon homes and drown them from under the rubble.

And so, you shared their fate too. Still breathing, awaiting for the results of the race between blood loss, and rise of water level.

A huge chunk of a stone wall was laying over your chest, splinters from logs digging themselves in your legs and arms. To top it all off, you were pretty certain that a side of your horn was cracked.

You were wanting to think you would squirm out and find a way- most things do usually work out when you go with the flow. Alas, the sight of the zombie which was trying to move the said wall off of you was what really sealed the situation. There's no flow here, and there's nowhere to go. In fact there was no going either.

The only thing attempting to do something was the undead who should be resting six feet under. Its flesh was charred, and its frail arms were on the verge of popping out of their joins.. but a minion on its own can only do so much to help.

At least it showed that Venomshank cared to a degree. Darkhearts brother not by blood, but by promise. A bond stronger than a biological one, when both decided that they were to consider each other as if made of the same flesh and bone. Which was true, but... the majority of swords didn't treat themselves to such close bonds with each other. Or at least that's what you were told by your partner.

It was a nice thought, one which reminded you of how much heart Darkheart actually has. Even when you could feel the back of your head dampen in water which rained from the clouds enchanted by Illumina, you attempted to think of something that may soften the fall to your demise. Waiting as he will strike you down, as the famous saying goes.

You glanced back at the zombie, its greenish arms reeling back to dig at the stone in what is the ninth attempt to lift it off. Theoraticaly, even if this sole myrmidon succeeded, were you in any condition to walk? Suitable to crawl? To shout?

You won't hold anything against Venom if the worst is to happen, he isn't to blame for your condition. He was only working on what is necessary for survival of this newfound territory which he recently claimed. That included chasing Illumina off his turf, who wasn't joyous in the slightest to find out of the zombified deities uprising.

You were sure his other brother was happy for him. You were happy for him too, you and the wingless deity were on great terms with each other. Sometimes, you and Darkheart together took care of his crow Sysipus when he was on his conquests. A strangely smart bird for its own good, which- if angling your head at the right moment - could be seen flying past you. It gave you a brief glance with its beady eyes, before disappearing into the fog. Glad to see the crow kept its head intact.

You closed your eyes, expecting it's silhouette to be the last you will see from it again, but the gentle flapping of wings spoke otherwise. Cracking your eyes open again, the bird gently pecked at your nose.

"Hey Sis." you muse in a hushed tone, your voice coming out much more painted than anticipated.

The black bird blinked back, deep cooing emitting from its throat. It clicked its bill, tilting its feathery head sideways, before skipping off and away from the upper part of your chest. Presumably to peck at something else that's of interest. Its feathered tail poking at your cheek now, as you wore an unamused expression.