Awaken

Part Five

Sable rubbed his jaw and shook his head chuckling, he looked mad. Truly. But what could I say for one that was so familiar to me being such a damned ass? He spooked the only other person I had known and brought here. He scared a guest, of all things, even if his home was rather unpleasant like the cavern we were in. Looking so amused over there, I had to wonder for his sanity. Being in the dark for so long can't be good for him.

It isn't, but it reminded me of your shadows, brother. Sable's voice sounded in my head.

I quickly glanced up to him, only to catch a small smile. With a nod, he walked over to the unconscious being I knelt by and sat down, legs outstretched. His pale skin gave away under the rock, and he easily bruised, the vessels underneath the thin flesh too frail. So delicate, a whisper of a being not meant to be in the dark, Sable looked at me directly.

I like the darkness that follows me but I do not think it suits you well, Sable. I chastised the best I possibly could. This doesn't seem like the place for you to be. I've been lost in my own prison for a time I don't know, but I do believe you are my brother of sorts. Why have you been here?
There was a light in his eyes at that, a small glimmer of moisture for a mere second, before they hardened into rubies. What Order is there without Chaos? I am nothing without the maddening events you made for me to correct or prevent. With you gone, the world of Man grew beyond themselves, they ascended with sciences and technology but they don't know how easily we could have wiped them out.

Sable's fists clenched as he looked at the woman in my arms.It was the meddling of her kind that led to the demise of the gods. They enabled man far too much. Little beings incapable of true death that view themselves as gods... you will hear many stories about them, as Olympians or the Norse or Egyptians who ruled over man. But they were forgotten because of their damned egos.

This seemed odd to me, as she had awoken me, and answered to others. But Aimee went by other names apparently, or she was assigned one for me specifically. I didn't want to ask in the mind in case I was just imagining Sable's voice. "But how can that be? She woke me, Sable. She took me out of the horrible void I was stuck in. If they fell, why do they need me? How did they know I was even there?"

The rubies softened again to the warm red eyes that told me some pity was felt. "Who do you think put some of the primordial gods in those prisons? That's partially why I lie under the world than in it, weak and frail in form." His words didn't waver, no pauses, nothing to show a lie. I think I died with those words. My little Warmth in my void, the first face I saw upon waking, was my warden. My body felt cold as I looked down at the body in my arms, completely awake and shaking, a look of terror on her face. She heard our conversation and knew what I did, and this is how she reacts... how odd.

Punish her, Lucian. Sable spoke in my head again, and he was right. I didn't truly know her so falsely appearing in my mind as the only source of kindness after eternity in literal nothingness... deserved retribution. My companion of Order knew best on this matter, but I was surprised to see the dark grin on his face when he watched over us as he suggested this. No matter.

My shadows searched for her into the mark on her skin, seeping into her. She turned to ice in my arms, convulsing as the inky power coursed through her, a rather violent invasion really. Placing my hand on her chest, I blew a breath out and more shadows filled her, the cavern echoed with a scream. Hers. I winced at the sound, but took a breath in, and all of my dark little shards of myself ripped out of her at once.

Sable laughed at the sight, and though blood sprayed my face for a second, her skin quickly began mending. I frowned and sent them back in and out, over and over again, until something hit me. A pain overwhelmed me while I listened to the rasping cries of the little god below me. The shadows retreated and my own breath hitched, my body crumpling to the ground beside Aimee. Panicked, I pulled the dark shards back into me and I got a single breath before the world crashed around me again. Pain. Unending.

My body felt as though it was tearing apart, tiny pieces piercing through me and my throat closed so no noise could escape my throat. My head turned and I caught a glimpse of Sable, shaking his head with a small look of concern. "You truly have forgotten brother. You can not intentionally destroy your creations. You may not have made the girl personally but she stems from you. Anything you do must be to create." He grabs my hand and squeezes it as he whispers. "You could've created a prison like yours for her or some malady... how much did they take from you brother?" A cool light seeped out of his fingertips into me, burning for a second before the pain was erased.

There was no outward sign of the pain I went through, no blood like Aimee, but I felt her physical torment all the same. My heart ached to know I caused that, but even more so that it was in a moment of misguided anger. Would she trust me? I needed her to, for some reason. Sable seemed to be neutral, both encouraging the worst and feeling sympathy for my low points. I needed someone as out of the loop as I was to learn everything with. Even though she wasn't at the same level of bewilderment as me, there was some level of comfort in her, even if she did have a part in my own time of imprisonment.

Did I snuff out my Warmth?

Can you kill a god? Did I kill her? Am I a monster? That's why they put me in that mental cell, separate from Sable, because I hurt people. What use is being a 'Creator' if I cause pain?

Cool tears slid down my face and steadily the golden liquid made a pool on the rocks below me. So much came out of me, shame and regret pouring out of me as I hiccuped from the pain I caused and my own thoughts. I wiped the tears from my face and smeared them on dear Aimee, hoping for something. I had an idea, a whisper of a memory, but it slipped away. Sable nodded to me patiently as I painted the wounded little god with golden sorrow.

Dear brother, you are too soft. But I will not try to make you act so again, I am on your side. This will help the godling. Sable's utterance in my mind made my panting more frantic until all of her closing wounds were covered in shimmering sun. Your empathy is a gift I have missed, but a burden I had forgotten. Words to analyze at a different time, Sable.

Nothing happened for a good while and I held my breath. I didn't breathe once, but at the sight of her chest lurching off the ground, a sigh was expressed from my lungs and I nodded. Her eyes shuttered open and I paused. The mark of shadow I held on her was still there but now more of my Warmth had changed.

One of her eyes was a glowing golden amber, a change from the emerald orbs I was first introduced to. I had corrupted her with my mess. I acted wrongly and changed her without approval. Her first breath was ragged and I ached for her. The first twitch of her fingers slow, and I slowed too. But in a moment of fear, I stood behind Sable when she glanced in our direction. I couldn't dare see the distrust in her gaze, I knew it would be there, and it would break me.

I heard a sigh and she got up, dusting off her clothes. "Well, you pack a punch, I'll give you that. Only one thing though," she said, looking at me over Sable's shoulder. "You're a complete dumbass, Lucy."

Sable chuckled at her words at first but with that last statement, he doubled over in laughter. And I find myself confused again by the actions of my little Aimee. Yes