We Are: Waking The Fallen

7: The Girl With No Name (2) Return, Revenge, Repent.

An amber eyed man screamed, his flesh rippling like water as the breeze flew over it.Then there was the sound of ripping. The dreadful, cracking sound of breaking bones, followed by the sharp resonance of tearing flesh. Kila's eyes bulged and his body spasmed, his skin ripping open, torn like fabric. The smell of rotting flesh pulsating from his dying body. With a groan, the man fell to his knees, clutching his head in agony as his skin reversed itself, turning inside out, from its original dark colour to a patchwork of colours, going from a deep blue to the bloodiest red.

His own deep crimson blood poured from his twisted and mangled body. And still he screamed, his still living body cracking and crushing and reforming. His expression turned from agonized to delicate to agonized again. It was then, as if something was pushing against the back of his eyes, an immense pressure, a strong cut.

His eyes fell out of his head, the severed nerves hanging limply.

Blood poured from the sockets, before dull, empty brown eyes rolled from the inside of the man's head and into the sockets, filling them once again. The blood that fell from his eyes turned from a brilliant scarlet to a dull, oozing black. 

Shadow's covered Kila's body, wrapping him in a darkness that even the Lady would never see through. Then the darkness lifted.

The man had gone.

In his place, was the nameless girl, standing tall and strong and coated in the blood of the man that had been there before her. Spiders clambered around her, the largest standing closer to her blood covered body. The looked at her left hand. 

It had taken on the dark skin tone of the very man that had devoured her. Stitches connected the hand to the rest of her body, like other parts of her, scraps of skin connected to her body from other creatures she had devoured in the same way.

"That went... better than expected.." She sighed, wiping off loose scraps of the cannibal's skin, before straightening up and gliding out of the cave, her delicate features uncaring even as she strode past a shadowed figure, atop a horse large enough to trample a giant.

"You survived, then." The figure said. An all too familiar voice, for both you and the girl. The voice that sounded cruel yet welcoming, a voice that could bring the heavens to it's knees but raise hell from the deepest Pit.

The nameless girl bowed slightly, uncaring. "My Lady." She smiled mockingly as she straightened and stared at the beautiful woman atop her horse, a horse made of the bones of the dead. The Dark Lady scowled down at her.

"As much as it hurts me to ask you, Nameless, but I beg for your help." The Dark Lady hissed. "There has been an issue and I need you to assist me in our traitorous general's place."

"Alistaire? He finally left?"

"He never was with us, but the final straw was pulled and a new opponent has been created." The Dark Lady motioned to the second skeletal horse beside her, and the nameless girl clambered onto its back with noble grace that astounded even the Lady. "We will ride as sisters once more, Nameless."

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"You... ask me to take on one of the most powerful races alive. As your general?" The Nameless folded her dappled arms and scowled, sitting at a long table opposite the Lady. No others attended, except a Living, shackled and chained. But they held no tongue in their mouth or eyes in their head. 

The Lady laughed, shaking her head. "You don't have to fight, Nameless, just trap. I will deal with the rest." The Dark Lady placed her hands on the table lightly, her hair tied into a high braid. She adjusted the collar of her blouse and leaned back in her chair, staring down The Nameless.

The Nameless sighed, her eyes shifting from the usual dull brown to all the colours in the spectrum to brown again. The Lady ignored this; it was common in the dark magic The Nameless originated from. "I will do what you say for now, but I will not kill him; I do have some sense left in me, Lady." The Nameless placed her dark skinned hand over her face. "But may your Goddess deal with you herself, when... if you reach her." She sighed and rose. 

"Nameless." The Dark Lady stated. "You will join the Twins and I in a discussion on how to deal with this threat when you arise in the morning" The Nameless sighed and inclined her head in understanding, before leaving The Dark Lady's pavilion. Her clothes were still encrusted with the blood of the cannibal and she was a mess.

There was no need to deal with the Lady anymore tonight.

The Lady know's of the Assassin's plans and has stated to act against them, but she know's nothing of his true identity, unlike he knows of her's. But both are as doomed as the other. And all of the Undead.

Avoiding Death is no easy task, and they have only done so using magic that even god's struggle to use without the help of the Underworlds. But Death can still hunt them down. And the longer they remain on mortal ground, the shorter their time becomes.

And killing an Undead is no easy task, even for Death themselves.

~Spiral, the forgotten overseer, the forgetting underlord, the fading mortal inquisitor.