Ethereal The Time Lord

twenty-five

Laughter fills the darkness, crackles of light role over elimination the dark clouds. Hands burst from my mouth clawing their way out of me as laughter echoes around me. I claw at my own throat panicking and try stopping it. My mouth splits open as Valdis poison coats my flesh and I taken on the form of the monster.

Lyzn pulls herself from me and stand before me drinched in my blood. The void around me fills with the screams of those I have consumed. Lyzn step closer to me her putrid smile spreading across her face.

"Whore of Valdis, I will take your life in return for the freedom of those who's lives you have taken." Lynx says and charges me her hammer forming in her raised hands.

Hands of grey grasp my legs their nails digging into me and more form from the darkness around me takE hold of my arms. They hold me in place trapping me in their grip as Lyzn bring her hammer down across my face. My head jerks to the side blood poring from my mouth as the poison drains from me. Escaping her assault as I am unable to.

She raises her hammer again and slames it down onto my head shattering my skull and cracking my spine. She hits me over and over my bones crack, breaking as They slices through my flesh. My visson blacking and I slip away from her.

The darkness surround me encasing me in it deeps and I watch as electricity lights up around me. It begins again with Lyzn pulling herself from me and those I consumed holding me still so she is able to beat me to death again. It continues in an endless loop ending only to begin again.

My mind clouds unable to take anymore and it shatters completely leaving me trapped in an endless state of pain and agony with no escape. Days pass and every second is filled will Lyzn clawing her way out and beating me to death before it begins again.

"Enyo." a soft voice fills my ears as her hammer slames into me once again. "Enyo." That voices calls again more urgent and it shatters the illusion that plagues me. I go to that voice it drawing me to it and I feel the darkness that has taken hold of my soul begin to lesson.

Light breaks through the darkness within me freeing me from my mother bonds as They once did so long ago. I open my eyes standing bare on a battle fild with many Zebraku standing between me and the light that is my only salvation.

I walk forward my eyes seeing clarity They have not seen in far to long. The Sun is shining brightly over the blood soaked lands. A large river to the north is over flowing with the blood of mortals, it contence spilling over onto the hill side. I stand in a small village with destroyed huts and homes and bodies scattered over the land. The Zebraku men step over the fallen and charge at my savoir, my light, and my only weakness. These men are my mother's ponds, they are expendable and she is willing to lose them to snuff out the one and only thing that can save me from her.

Darkness infused with electric blue light flaws from me desroying all in my path. It brings many Zebraku from their feet as it burns them to ashes. None are consumed all are burned their, souls freed from my mother's control, and sent on into the next cycle. They fall before me her great army ment to smother my only weakness and I graceful walk through them to my weakness.

Azriel stands badly wounded by darkness blades their shard burrowing deeper into his flesh. His blade is clinches in one hand and a younge mortal female is draped over his other arm their combine blood smeared over her unconscious form. She is badly wounded and in the final stages of death. Her lounges give the death rattle and her soul prepares to pass on to the next cycle without all the others mortals who have died here for they are trapped within themselves.

Azriel falls to his knees his eyes on me begging me to save the pore mortal in his arms. Confusing takes hold of me, why would my weakness, my salvation, my precious light wish to save this mortal and look upon me as a mear stranger. What has mother done to him? I kneel before him as he sobs for the mortal and it breaks my heart. His hole form speaks of his love for this mortal woman and I reach my hand out touching her forehead with my finger tips.