Shrike's Heart (#4)

[idolpro]

The woman before you is beautiful—fair of features, with lovely golden skin and luxurious long black hair, petite. You have the immediate and distinct impression that she's just let go of your hand, and she steps back, and smiles.

It's not quite a happy smile.

"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."

You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—

—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.

> Wake Up

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Re: 2/2

[handpuppets]

[ The pressure intensifies—like the crushing deep of the bottom of the ocean, where no light reaches. You could almost feel as if you'd been forced to your knees, but you're still frozen in place on the edge of the void.

Give your name.





You must pay twenty (20) willpower to resist the Neverborn in their place of power, thanks, ]

Re: 2/2

[worthathousand]

[ Her knees buckle, a moment, but she forces herself to stay upright. ]

Fucking piss-drinking motherless yeddim fucker, third whore to fifth daughter!

You can shove that the other place the light does not reach.

Re: 2/2

[handpuppets]

[ They can do this all day.

You must pay twenty (20) willpower to resist the Neverborn in their place of power. ]

Re: 2/2

[worthathousand]

Your children shit in your harvest!

[ SO CAN SHE ]

Re: 2/2

[handpuppets]

[ > Your children shit in your harvest

Invalid command. You must pay twenty (20) willpower to resist the Neverborn in their place of power. ]

1/2 the sequel

[worthathousand]

Greedy literal asshole of the underworld—

[ she's breathing a bit heavily now, what with all the yelling.

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she lets out a final yell of frustration. ]

[worthathousand]

[ and a long exhale ]

Fine. But I'm doing this for Shrike, not you.
I am...

.....Amaranth.

[handpuppets]

[ Your voice emerges, but the words are muffled, garbled, warped, and swallowed into the nothingness that surrounds you.

What was your name? You don't remember, anymore.

But then... ]