Scythe - Corruption

Rowan - Awake

I awake in my bed, just as Faraday walks in and asks how I slept. I lie and tell him "Like a baby" although this could be considered true, how can a baby sleep comfortably knowing that it's life in which has only just taken place could be as instantly as it was given, taken away. Faraday looks at me puzzled and tells me that I had gone for a mysterious walk in the middle of the night, "I don't recall." I state truthfully, now he looks more puzzled and jokes with me asking "Do you have the mortal plague?" I laugh at this fact for I wish I did have it, life has been odd since the day I became 'Scythe Lucifer' and took it upon myself to murder the scythes which were evil minded and corrupt. One case of life turning rather odd would be the Thunderhead not having contacted me since the incident, could this be due to me not needing it? Of course not, I'm no longer part of the scythedom so the Thunderhead can contact me with no restrictions. But alas it hasn't. Faraday tells me that he has something 'special' for me, the last time I received something special was when Citra bestowed upon me the life that I did not wish to possess. I go downstairs to find a brand new blade, it was encased in a shining white gold sheath with 'Lucifer' imprinted upon the white gold in a metallic black of which I did not know what the metal was. Beside the glorious blade was an envelope, Faraday gestured at me to read it, I hadn't received an envelope since the beginning of my scythe apprenticeship the same time that Citra had received hers I wonder how Citra is I do hope she is well, Scythe Curie forbades her from seeing me as she does not want me to influence her into harming her fellow scythes no matter how evil they are, Faraday and scythe Curie still talk however and I believe that their is perhaps more to them than Faraday has told me. I open the envelope and too my surprise it was signed by 'The grande dame of death' this was odd however, let me continue the letter had written upon it -

'Dear Rowan or Scythe Lucifer if you prefer.

I have contacted you too tell you that I believe there to be a great threat upon the MidMerica Scythedom, the high blade has been assassinated just as you have done with countless other scythes, only this murder seemed rather ritualistic Xenocrates was nailed to a upside down wooden cross which was quite charred from the flames that took his life, his daughter wasn't found upon the scene we can only hope she is safe. I have bestowed upon you the finest blade that our blacksmith could possibly forge this blade I hope shall protect you from the darkness that has fortaken us. And perhaps shall free us from the darkness. Please I beg of you Rowan help us in our time of need, I believe it shall be the ending year of the scythedom if you do not.

Yours sincerely,
Scythe Curie,
The Grande Dame Of Death'

Faraday looked upon me and asked "What was contained?" I simply spoke out what was upon my mind at the time which was: "Darkness" after that Faraday looked at me looking worried, I picked up my newly acquired sword and walked out of the cabin Faraday quickly followed. I entered the autocar and drove to MidMerica without a word said to Faraday. I think he knew what had taken place and he understood for this I was glad. We arrived in MidMerica a few hours after we had left our cabin, I wished to meet Citra but I knew I could not as it was forbidden and also I had other tasks to partake upon. Faraday had reserved a hotel for us in central MidMerica this is where I was going to stay for at the very least a year I predicted. Once we had entered the hotel suite Faraday had gone to his separate room to 'Call a favour' I knew of course the favour was asking of another scythe to watch his home. I personally went to my room too sleep after the long and stressful day.

A voice from the darkness of my sleep emerged, a trustful voice one that I have spoken to before, this was the voice of the Thunderhead, "Hello Rowan, it's been a long time and for that I am sorry." "Why do you contact me today! After all the times I have needed you! You didn't need to find any way around the scythedom or anything! I needed you and you didn't help, why?" I angrily replied with, "Yes, I am sorry Rowan but I believe myself to be dying I haven't helped anyone in the years that you transversed from the scythedom my 'Batteries are fried' as the mortal men would say about a piece of broken machinery." "But still you could have reached out to me at anytime, why now?" Rowan responded acting dumbfounded in his sleep, "Well you see Rowan I believe I am using the 'last breath' of mine to contact you now" "And why Is it that you are contacting me now? Is it due to the things taking place in MidMerica?" "Yes Rowan it is, a great threat has persisted to attack the scythedom in MidMerica first they striked against the high blade and his daughter and now they come for me. I believe you have come too late to save MidMerica Rowan. For it was already too late when they started, I wanted to use my final words to advise you that you cannot win this Rowan, tell scythe Faraday that you need to leave he shall understand. Goodbye Rowan." "Don't leave me!" Rowan shouted "No! Not again! Who is it? Where are they? I need to know! Don't go!" Rowan was now crying in his sleep. And then an unfamiliar voice spoke in Rowans mind, "Hello Rowan" the voice was raspy and harsh to the ears, it sounded like Scythe Goddard, "Hello?" Rowan questioned the voice, "Do you wish to know whom you are speaking with, or would you rather find out at a later date?" Rowan was confused by this, "Tell me whom I speak with." "My name is as you would have presumed, it is me Goddard, you see Rowan I had planned everything that took place, you killing me was supposed to happen, before I had been charred I had put myself into the Thunderhead using using a new technology I had designed for myself, this piece of technology would destroy the Thunderhead and replace it with I." Rowan jokingly said, "Alright, you got me, after all these years you finally talk to me and now you try to prank me, why do you do this Thunderhead?" "Rowan, the Thunderhead is dead. The scythedom of MidMerica shall soon be as the Thunderhead is. This is no joke. I came to your mind to warn you, stay out of my followers business and we shall not harm you, do we have that clear?" Rowan said in a cowardly fashion, "Yes your honour." And then I woke up at precisely 12 am, an hour after I had fell asleep, I packed my things away and left a note for Faraday alongside my sword. The note stated:

'Dear my friend Faraday,

I have left as you should have realised, for a great threat far beyond what I believe I can handle has entered my dreams and reality I only wish upon you safety, please find Citra and take refuge in a safe location, I have left you my sword for it was supposed to protect from darkness of which I cannot protect everyone from. Do as I say please, I wish for the closest people to me to stay safe.

Yours sincerely,
Scythe Lucifer,
Rowan Damisch.'