Necromancer's Descent

87 - Anneliese Wakes

Narrator's Point of view

"A contract..." Seid whispers, looking through the warp of time and space down at the transferred soul he put in the body of a girl fated to die in pitiful revenge. The flames of mana that makes his hair flickers gently among the stars, as he remembers the sweet girl he last gifted his powers to. His last mistake, based on hope that she was the right one. A hope that turned the situation far... far worse than it had been.

It was true that he approved of Nao, but his last mistake still echoes through the land, as his children suffer endlessly at the hands of someone that swore to save them.

"You shouldn't. The reason we got in this mess in the first place, is because you were too lenient with your children," Eostra's strict motherly voice calls out, as she steps through the nothingness in the stars, and with every floating step, a little star is born beneath her feet. The hem of her flowing white dress floats around her feet in a non-existent wind, and her flowing blonde hair leaves a trail of scattering flower petals. If Morset was the moon, then Eostra was the first rays of morning sun on the horizon, as it caresses dew covered spring flowers.

Seid grimaces. Unable to retort for long enough to make Eostra look away sourly.

"A mistake I still pay for, by helping you summon useless girl after useless girl to our lands to be devoured. I'll remind you the saintess you chose massacred all of Morset's children, and now you let your children lie about the truth. You don't get to talk about leniency anymore," Seid finally replies, making Eostra's green eyes fill with tears, as she looks away. Seid usually granted her more leniency than this, but with what was going on this cycle, the power dynamics were shifting...

"Is that why you helped Morset?"

Seid looks down at Nao cutting herself, and then to Eostra.

"Unlike you, Morset hasn't asked for any favors all this time."

Eostra presses her lips together.

"And yet it's his child causing all the pain. He picked wrong before I did."

They used to get along well. Honestly, when about other matters they still get along. But this one country has driven them against each other for so long. Now all they're doing is throwing brick while living in glass houses, and all their glass houses have no intact windows anymore.

Well, sort of.

Honestly Seid and Eostra had barely seen Morset since his child turned out like this. So little in fact, that when he appeared to ask Seid for help with summoning Nao, he accidentally scared Seid to the point that his flowing lustrous hair of mana flames went out.

"And yet, if I don't remember wrong, it's yet another poor pick from your side that decided to murder half of your war children. And you let your children call mine for demons."

This time Eostra is the one lacking an answer, and instead is quiet for several moments before covering her face with her hands with the heaviest sigh that Seid has ever heard from her.

"I don't understand why. All I looked for, was for her to want to be loved. How could someone that wanted to be loved, want for this?"

Tears slip from her forest green eyes, like fresh morning dew slipping from leaves, but before it can leave her cheeks, a boney finger gently brushes it away. Around Eostra's bright figure, spreads a deep dark mist, like fog on a moonless night. The cloak of death, hangs around Morset's figure from head to toe, like it's trying to disguise his true form.

"We both need to learn, that empathy and desire for love, does not mean they have the strength to carry fate on their shoulders," Morset whispers softly. His glowing cyan eyes seem to soften under his cowl as he withdraws his hand.