08-18-2018, 02:03 PM
Her assault continued. The wielders of this age were nothing to the queen. She existed in an age of glory beyond their wildest dreams. She swat at the attacks. None touched her or her vessel. Powerful was the soul of this daimona, but ignorant of all her potential. They were all ignorant. Such was why the queen chose her, but the daimona resisted. The queen's grip on her vessel was crushing, silencing the risen will-power.
WHERE IS THE KEY, DAIMONA? TELL ME AND I WILL RELEASE THE MOTHER OF STRIFE.
Her questions pushed into her three ijiraq. They drank to their fill, but she forced her questions through them, into the minds of their prey. She needed this key. The need drove her here. Two of her children martyred.
The questions probed, digging, plunging. Finally, an answer returned from the abyss.
Atharii.
The key was in the hands of the Atharim. Of one called Regus. WHERE DO I FIND REGUS? her question scoured the minds in her grasp as one was severed forever.
She screamed when her consort was severed from her.
She lashed out with the powers of her vessel, unleashing her fury upon them. Their panicked defenses unified. Something gave them courage. Something bound their efforts together. The queen grew worried.
One of them had risen up.
She glimpsed him darting behind the shield of young ones. Discs of glacial strength peppered her second consort. His soul was torn from her's. She screamed again. She had to stop him. He could not destroy them all!
The final death clenched at her soul. For the first time in Ages, she was utterly alone in the universe. What use was the key now that she was alone?! Alone but for this final, feeble connection. Her vessel.
The one pushed through, and the queen finally beheld he who would slaughter her hive.
The voice of the daimone vessel screamed in fury. She billowed and pulsed around the vessel, throwing beams of light like swords. Her vessel stepped closer.
She may not be the one to drain the life from their limbs, But she would revel in their deaths no less.
Her vessel unleashed torrents upon them.
WHERE IS THE KEY, DAIMONA? TELL ME AND I WILL RELEASE THE MOTHER OF STRIFE.
Her questions pushed into her three ijiraq. They drank to their fill, but she forced her questions through them, into the minds of their prey. She needed this key. The need drove her here. Two of her children martyred.
The questions probed, digging, plunging. Finally, an answer returned from the abyss.
Atharii.
The key was in the hands of the Atharim. Of one called Regus. WHERE DO I FIND REGUS? her question scoured the minds in her grasp as one was severed forever.
She screamed when her consort was severed from her.
She lashed out with the powers of her vessel, unleashing her fury upon them. Their panicked defenses unified. Something gave them courage. Something bound their efforts together. The queen grew worried.
One of them had risen up.
She glimpsed him darting behind the shield of young ones. Discs of glacial strength peppered her second consort. His soul was torn from her's. She screamed again. She had to stop him. He could not destroy them all!
The final death clenched at her soul. For the first time in Ages, she was utterly alone in the universe. What use was the key now that she was alone?! Alone but for this final, feeble connection. Her vessel.
The one pushed through, and the queen finally beheld he who would slaughter her hive.
The voice of the daimone vessel screamed in fury. She billowed and pulsed around the vessel, throwing beams of light like swords. Her vessel stepped closer.
"I WILL DESTROY YOU. I WILL DESTROY HE WHO HAS THE KEY. YOU WILL BOTH DIE IN AGONY. AIDONEUS AND REGUS ARE MINE."
She may not be the one to drain the life from their limbs, But she would revel in their deaths no less.
Her vessel unleashed torrents upon them.