Ordered by: poopyppersonanddumb On Ao3
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Curse them. Curse them all.
How dare they, them and the ruler of the undead. How dare they brandish my power. Turn on one of their brethren for whatever plan they had.
Venomshank traitors swine, that you are. You casted yourself as neutral. I see now that was a lie, a lie which you will pay for with your own hands. How dare you side with him. Of all the deities you could have chosen, you must choose the one who only tarnishes the gods reputation. I thought you'd understand. But I now see your mind has been tainted. Tainted by their sickening aura. May there be no hope for you. May you pay for your sins at the cost of what you love.
Darkheart, I hope your soul is casted a flame in your own sickening dimension. That your own chaos becomes too much for you to control to the point it chooses to turn on its own creator. That the corrupted substances in your lair are strong enough to disintegrate through that disgusting green fleshy skin and burn his organs from the inside out. May the time come we shall turn our heads away from you, shun you as the being you are. I long for the day we rid you of our heavenly skies and send you back below the trenches where you belong.
Walking around my domain. A trail of crimson followed behind. Staining the once pristine white floors in red.
Blood oozed down from my back, directly where my wing was. Was.
Those filthy bastards took it.
Took the wing as well as the horn that I was once so proud of.
I was a fool. To even talk to Dark-... No. Him. I was a fool to even talk to him. Perhaps that is my fault. For thinking things would be okay in the first place. That he wouldn't dare attack me in front of the rest of our brothers and sisters. Maybe just this once I was too confident.
Though, I don't care if my "insults" hurt him too much. I do not care that he lashed out after not being able to take it. He was the one who could not handle the truth. He was the one who started this.
Perhaps it makes sense that a lesser being such as him can't tolerate many things at once. He may as well have the same amount of intelligence as the fish he catches.
That imbecile, starting a fight over a little mortal. A mortal whom us swords shall and always refuse to meet. I do not care for that mortal's name but just so long he does not cross me he will be safe.
A mortal does not care for the bickering of the gods. But I do. I must.
That is why when he attacked me over a simple moral opinion I attacked back.
I distinctly remember him pulling his sword on me and pulling the cheapest move I have seen in my existence. Who dares not challenge a duel first out of courtesy. Who would be stupid enough to charge into battle without the proper respect and order. Him, that's who.
It was sudden, it was... Avoidable. Perhaps I should have tilted more to the left. Then that corrupted blade wouldn't hit my horn and wing at all. Yet, now they're gone. All because of some chaos creator and his feelings.
No... Though. I didn't just simply "take it" as they say. Hah no... My swordsmanship skills are far superior than his. He may have gotten the first hit in but in an actual fair duel. I would win.
I did win.
I remember the tip of my blade at his neck. It was covered in blackened blood from where I had hacked off a horn and wing. Purposely less graceful than I usually would. He didn't deserve a clean cut. Those limbs were purified in an instant. Blissful vanishing as he screamed in pain. It was pitiful for a god to scream, it was disgusting to know someone had the upper hand and wasted it. Yet you can't expect a fish to never take the bait on a hook can you?
I should have won the duel.
I had his wavering life at the edge of my blade.
But I never expected a third blade to parry mine. The Blade of Venomshank.
AND HOW DARE HE.
Dare he steps into another one's problems. He knows the deal, the deal of the swords, the deal between order and chaos. Who was he to override it?!
Firebrand, our leader, our advisor, and our aider, even he knows to respect that deal. That if either chaos or order starts to act imperishable it is up to the other to put them in their place. No one else may intervene. Not even another god.
Yet Venomshank believes it's allowed? Allowed to override one's words and forgo it?
I should have won. Would have one. But we have a traitor within our midst.
Both Venomshank and Darkheart had left. Fled away from their consequences despite Firebrand calling for them to call back.
I too was told to go back to my realm. To rest.
I don't want to.
I need order, justice to embellish onto those two. I do not want to sit here and wait. I don't like the feeling of my blood flowing into the ground. I do not like how red it has become. I do not like feeling it pool beneath me, yet crust onto the surfaces to other droplets dared to follow. It was disgusting and impure. Waiting in your own filth.
"Illumina" A voice could be heard behind me. And As I turned around I was met with a different deity. Of who's blade may change at will and his eyes were the simple shape of x's.
"What is it that you desire, Ghostwalker?" I ask.
"I was told to check up on you, do you need assistance?"
"Perhaps to clean myself up a bit, yes. But tell me. Were those two punished?"
"Yes, Firebrand-"
"To my standards?"
"...No"
Of course. Firebrand why must you be so incompetent at times? Why must you let those who do evil off easy. Justice is fair... Justice should not be let up.. there must be order.
"I see.. I will talk to Firebrand after I am in a more favorable condition."
"Understood"
"Now come along and if you will, help me wash up"
The ghost would nod and followed me towards the purification springs, getting some supplies as to "help" me.
Though nothing would help, the impurities of that blade have already seeped into my body, affecting the places where I had been cut deep. My horn would never grow back because of it and I would forever be unbalanced, never be the same.
Again, curse you Darkheart.
