Topic: A Goddess Falls (Order Reborn SL)

This Dark One

Date: 2011-11-26 13:11 EST
Despite her random bouts of chaos she had been flaring up sporadically over the past month, Renna had been suspiciously quiet ever since the recovery of the Crystal Tree from its safe spot deep in the Southernland Deserts.

The whole operation almost became compromised with the unexpected arrival of curious Heroes, sticking their noses into her business, uninvited. The final outcome of that skirmish forced her to teleport not only herself, but the entirety of the army back to her stronghold, draining a significant amount of energy from the gauntlet itself and her own soul?s Mana reserve.

It was a risky escape, it left her drained for days, but that was not the only reason why she was left with a bitter taste in her mouth. One question still remains upon her lips.

HOW?

How did they know where to find her? The Crystal Tree did not animate any kind of detectable energy, and she kept her gauntlet?s power output low ? so low in fact that she deduced not even Edward Batten could had detected its unique energy signature? So how did they do it?

It was almost as if they knew where to look, almost as if someone had?

It struck her only months after the fight with Race. She had this sneaking suspicion for quite some time now that something was watching her. Something undetectable to her senses, somewhere she would not think to search. But she never expected the aforementioned bug to be attached to her damn corset!

Fortunately for her, the inference from the magical wards in her stronghold has thus far prevented the Heroes discovering its location, and she intends to keep it that way. With the arrival of the last remaining Crystal Tree in all of existence, the security and privacy of her base of operations became paramount to all other needs. Experiments were put on hold, and her minions were ordered to return from their various tasks to help block up the only entrance in and out of the underground facility.

There was no need for a door, when you could simply portal in and out?

Renna over watched the task from the safety of her Command Platform, dressed in a black cloak, her feet teetering on the edge as she stared across the massive cavern towards the only corridor in and out, and the masses of Black Monks moving there, working to bring the tunnel down into a state of collapse; to entomb her secrets from the world above.

?Mother,? an innocent whisper uttered from behind a gasmask and the patter of her approach, ?You summoned me?? May?s own black cloak came to an end above bare feet, her voluminous hood covering most of her masked head.

The Betrayer inclined her head just so, ?I grew tired of waiting... I hope you have brought me that report on the new batch of children, like I have asked...?

May?s masked face dipped forward, ?Forgive me for being so tardy, Mother, but I had to perform another task of equal importance pertaining to the Vindicator.?

?I do not want your apologies, Sister May! We will talk about other issues soon enough? Continue with your report on the children.?

May bowed at the waist, silently asking for further forgiveness. ?The edited Sister Virus has been implemented into the new batch of children. The virus is currently in its incubating period. I predict full assimilation within the hour with a ninety-five percent chance that all of the children will survive and become Sisters. No anomalies have been reported thus far? It seems your new strain, Mother, is a complete success.?

??Once the virus fully takes hold, I want you to dress them and issue their equipment accordingly, arrange their accommodation in the lower level bunkers, and assign them their new designations. Make sure they are well fed and well looked after. Understood??

?Understood, Mother.?

Renna?s hands intertwined behind her back, as she turned to regard May. ?I take it the Vindicator is having fun with her new pet??

?Mother, I think the treatment of the Scathachian may result in her death. The Vindicator?s torture is too severe. The woman has lost a lot of blood. If you are going to use her in the future, we need to take better care of her.? May righted herself from her bow, ?The Vindicator has already sliced away her arms? I suggest that the Vindicator be assigned to a different task.?

Renna took slow steps towards May, ?Show our enemy, mercy, May? Is that what you are suggesting? I thought I raised you better than that??

The girl shook her head, ?Not mercy, Mother. Pain can only go so far as a form of torture. The longer we keep her captive, the longer can we endure her suffering.?

A dark grin spread across Renna?s lips, ?Well said, my child. So be it. I will reassign the treatment of the Scathachian to you.? She turned to observe the darkness below, magma swirls spying the tiny movement of Black Monks far, far below. ?Once the tunnel is sealed, I shall retire to my chambers and proceed with my examination of the tree... There's something odd about it... Something I've never seen in a Crystal Tree."

This Dark One

Date: 2011-12-16 14:30 EST
With a suitable host found in the body of the captive Scathachian Lexia, the Shadow Virus once again found its home in an unwilling servant, and for once, Renna had nothing to do with it. It was none other than May herself who administered the Virus to the unsuspecting Scath, embracing her into the Black Flame as another member of the growing family. May even went as far to arrange the new and improved Lexia ? or rather, Shadow, to deliver her own dismembered legs to an irritate and maddened Isuelt, much to Renna's pleasure. But these games with the Scathachian? They were but mere child's play, for she had better interests at hand in the form of her current pet project.

The Crystal Tree.

Its mystery continued to mesmerise her. Renna spent long hours using both Technological and Magical means to scan, test and probe each and every possible means to discover just what this strange inner power source this particular Crystal Tree possessed. It was almost as if, something was alive in there. As if the energy was not just something absorbed by the Crystalline structure ? as is common amongst other trees, but it was almost as if the tree had something captured ? or imprisoned, inside.

She ruled out that possibility almost immediately, however. For when she planted the seed many years ago, she detected no abnormalities. It was almost an impossibility; an impossible factor that not even the greatest of minds could ever had calculated, predicted or even imagined.

But there it was. The impossible made real. Floating there in the middle of her command platform, its spiny like branches, glistening with a white crystalline glory that glimmered in the eyes of her burning magma reds. She glared at it, now, silently contemplating that perhaps the answer will make itself known in due to time... Perhaps she ought to contact Edward. His Technology was far superior to her meagre blend of Science and Magic. Maybe he could shed some light on just what is inside.

In her unblinking gaze, she felt at peace just looking at it. It was a piece of home, and it was the last Crystal Tree she will ever get to see in her life time. In her smile, she had not felt the tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes, and trickled down her cheeks. The memory of an entire forest of them, was still burned deep into her heart, and it saddened her to stand before a tiny sapling, when so many great towering monoliths of crystal once existed.

The cloaked form of Renna started to chuckle, her head tilting downwards as she lifted her fleshed hand up, wiping away the tears, ?Look at me... The Betrayer, the murderer... Dark Queen of Shadows... Crying over a damn tree...? Her weakness was shunned aside, as she turned to walk towards the edge of the command platform ? a common sight, it seems, when she wanders there aimlessly.

She reached into the Sister Network, and probed out to contact May. But found an odd interference with the tree scrambling the mental link. Renna turned, narrowing her eyes towards the crystalline object, floating aimlessly inches from the ground, ?You've never done that before... A random effect of your accelerated growth? Or perhaps it was my tests... I may have altered the quality of your structure, accidentally? I'd hate to make you unstable, for I have seen unstable Crystal Trees at their peak... The last thing I need is another singularity opening up in the middle of my base of operations.?

Renna approached the tree, lifting her wickedly clawed gauntlet out towards it. ?Best be safe and place you back into the SCHISM Field-?

From just over her shoulder a voice called out to her. ?Mother, you called me??

Startled, The Betrayer turned, lowering her gauntlet, narrowing her eyes on the school uniformed dressed May, who was carrying her two ballistic knives in tight white fists. An annoyed expression overcame Renna, as she spoke ever so calmly. ?... So you did hear my summons, child. I must ask you, have you detected any changes in the Sister Network Nodes? I believe the tree is interfering with my own mental link to it.?

?No, Mother...? Chimed the child respectfully, ?I find no problems with the Nodes. None of the Sisters have reported anything wrong with their links. Maybe it is the proximity of yourself, Mother, to the tree for such a prolonged time. Maybe you should take a break, you've been working hard ? want some tea, Mother??

The Betrayer sighed. She was right. Perhaps the strain of her work is finally getting to her. Maybe spending too much time next to this unusual specimen of a Crystal Tree is starting to mess with her mind. She smiled softly, loosing her annoyed expression altogether at protective nature of May's request. Renna turned, making her way towards her, placing a hand onto the girl's head. ?Despite our differences, Henrietta, in the past, I always knew you would be the better of my children... I am sorry for the things I did to you, but, reincarnating you, and allowing you to control my dreams of the future, was perhaps the single, most greatest achieve of my life.?

May's smile faltered. The girl lowered her gaze, as she a figure dropped down behind Renna, standing between the Betrayer and the Crystal Tree. Then, the young girl smiled up at her Mother, ?... It's too late. I'm, sorry Mother. But it's too late.?

A confused expression flooded The Betrayer's features. ?I know it too late to ask for forgiveness, but once we've achieved my goal, I can bring back all of my children, and you can have a family again. Like in the old days... Lucy, Emma... Ferox... Everyone ? the mortals shall be like me, they shall share my DNA, and they will become your sisters and brothers. We can all live happily, just like I always wanted. One big, happy family...? As she moved to dip down onto her knee, to move herself eye level with May, the girl took a few steps away. ?... I know you don't believe me, but, I do love you.?

The figure that stalked behind The Betrayer, was now standing over Renna, lifting two serrated swords, that plunged deep into her back. A surprised cry and hiss of pain passed her lips, as did a splatter of blood. The two blades protruded out of her chest, and slowly she was lifted from the ground. Renna had started to curse loudly in Daemonic, twisting in the air to snap a glance at... The Vindicator?

?Vindicator! What treachery is this!? Why do you attack your Mother?!?

?Nooooo, youuuu, are not, myyyy Mother... Youuuuu, are my Massssster! I ssssserve, NO, Masssster! WE, ssssserve, no Maasssster... We sssserve, no Creator! WE, follow, Mother!? The Vindicator twisted the blades before pushing down and slamming Renna down onto her knees, ?Yoooouuur ussssssefulnesss, is at an end...? A sardonic chuckle hissed from the serpentine static, ?Ssso-called Massster!?

This was nothing. The pain was nothing ? this attack was nothing. The Betrayer's gauntlet flared into life, ?I will rip your cells asunder if you do not cease your attack on me, Vindicator... And don't think I won't kill my greatest creation.?

?No, Mother. You won't.?

The soft words from May took The Betrayer's eyes from the Vindicator, towards the young girl in front of her. ?May, help-? Renna cut her words short. Her eyes were wide as the ballistic knives were plunged into her skull, popping eyeballs. ?Why?!? Renna howled, lifting her hands as the world went black, using now her sense of smell to detect the happenings going on about her. ?Why have you betrayed me, Henrietta?! I returned you to life ? I gave you my love, I gave you power and a place at my side!?

There were... Hundreds! Black Monks... Sisters... They were crawling their way onto the command platform and they were approaching! Her fingers moved to claw at her eyeless sockets, but her arms were pulled wide by several hands. She struggled against them, ?Why have you done this?! I created you, I gave you a purpose!?

The Vindicator's voice chuckled mockingly, ?Whyyyyyy? Whyyyy you asssssk? Fool... Youuu made usss in your image! We ssssseek perfection, dessssssstroy the impeeeeerfect. YOU, are, IMPERFECT! Incomplete! Weak...?

?... I am sorry, Renna, but this is where it ends.? May spoke, ?You have always known your heritage but you have never sought to make peace with your own purpose. You were nothing but an experiment yourself. A weapon, a tool of destruction. For you to have developed this far, for you to have survived this long... You have surpassed all of her expectations.?

Renna's blood had started to pool below her in a sickly, slippery mess, as her body sought to heal itself. But the knives in her eyes ? the blades piercing her body, it prevented the procedure. She thrashed and writhed to break free from the serrated grip impaling her, but the action merely bit deep the jagged barbs of the Vindicator's blades deeper into her flesh.

?H-how can you know that, May... How can you know...? She paled, as a terrible realisation dawned on her. The Tree. The Crystal Tree. It was not just a chance anomaly. It was not a powerful source of energy for her to harvest... It was a soul. ?... I don't care who you are, but you will return my brainwashed minions to me or so help me, by Nemesis's dying breath I shall make you rue the day you were ever born!?

?Shadow...? May whispered sadly, ?Remove her source of power, we don't want her escaping so easily. We still have the ceremony to prepare.?

?What are you doing? Stop this, this is... This is not how it is supposed to be! Henrietta, please! I am your Mother ? your real, Mother! I gave birth to you ? I raised you ? I loved you when your Father looked upon you like some bastard child of a Witch!?

May's voice trembled, ?... But you've hurt me more than any one. I've watched you hurt Lucy, Ferox... Even Celia... You don't deserve mercy. You deserve agony. Once we drain you of your blood, your body shall be dumped in an appropriate place... I just hope the heroes find you, and finally put you out of your misery.?

It was for the first time in many long years that Renna broke down into a shivering mess of terror.

The disconnection of her gauntlet from her arm, was simple.

A single slice from a humming, vibrating-like weapon sliced flesh and bone like butter. With the clatter of her gauntlet hitting the ground, and sheer agony rushing through her body, The Betrayer had started to scream, as she felt blood pour from her body from a bloodied stump.

This Dark One

Date: 2011-12-16 15:11 EST
? Her next conscious thought, was waking up in a surrounding icy darkness. Her breath? Gone. Something filled her lungs, as she trembled against the sensation of floating in moving liquid. She could feel her body skipping across a muddy depth that threatened to stall her movement, but released her the moment she sunk too deep, to smash into unseen rocks, to spiral and twist to the mercy of a currant that was taking her into a realm that was becoming deeper, and darker.

This, was death, she thought.

Finally.

She had waited long for this day.

The turmoil of Nemesis's realm, swallowing her whole. This was where all of her ancestors returned to, when they died. For Nemesis was their origin. And thus, their death. The river that would guide her along her eternal torment for all the wrongs she had committed in the name of blood and vengeance.

But then her body smashed into an immoveable object.

Was this the end of the line? No, the realm of Nemesis had no end. There was only eternity... So what was this wall? She could feel her right hand's nails scraping against it. The surface was slippery with slime, like seaweed almost. She shook her head, attempting to regain some kind of sense of direction, as the currant behind her pushed her body tight to the wall's cobbled construction.

Renna swam upwards.

She broke the surface into the crisp clean air, blood and water coughing from her mouth as the clamour of a raging river crashed and thundered all around her. With the blurred vision of a starry night sky cast high above, it brought a relief to spread across her lips, as she hugged close to the central column of a bridge, struggling to keep her head above water.

Renna took her vision left, then right. Noticing familiar buildings on either side of the wide maw of the surging currant. It took her several seconds to gather her bearings, but she quickly realised exactly where her newly-regenerated eyes were glancing upon.

This was the City of Rhy'Din. And this, was the river that cut the city into two halves.

This Dark One

Date: 2012-01-08 10:37 EST
(Taken from a scene between Roderick-mun and myself! Thanks hun, twas a good scene!)

He had not succumb to sleep this night at all, rather staring at the darkness of the grand study wall.. He knew that her silence had been too long... Too ominous. The goddess had not called on him in some time now and he knew that this still contrary was not to their favour.

As he sat pondering the next logical move with this limited information he possessed, he heard it on the wind.

Her voice...

Her magnificent angelic voice calling to him. Calling to both of them. she was in danger in fact, agony by the tone of her harmony. He stood immediately, donning his coat and headed straight or the Marketplace.

That is what he felt, that is what he saw beyond sight.

Go to the Marketplace.

He would not keep the goddess waiting in her hour of need.

The Betrayer, clawed her way up the wall of the bridge, using her one hand and the shadowy tendrils of the shadows to pull herself over the ledge.

Her clothes were torn and rendered about her, bloodied and battered - a corset barely clinging to her body, a cloak that was soaked with blood and water, torn to shreds.

Her regenerative powers did the best they could to heal her popped eyeballs and chest wounds; the red magma orbs returned, the chest wounds stopped bleeding but remained open, and her arm? It did not heal. Her left arm was still a stump above the elbow, and it continued to bleed.

As she fell onto the cobbled road of the bridge, she writhed there on the ground, her eyes squinting... She saw nothing but shadowy outlines... Her sight was impaired.

Renna stood slowly with great difficulty, blood trickling from her mouth, her wheeze desperate. "... I, live..." She spat blood onto the ground, stumbling blindly as she went, eyes wide, unsure where to move as the shadowed scenery continued on like an endless wasteland. "... I," tears ran down her cheeks as she screamed, "I am not defeated! I'll kill them! I'll get my revenge!"

She stumbled over a pavement, and lost her footing entirely. She hit the ground. Renna pushed her remaining hand onto the cold, wet concrete, and moved blindly elsewhere. Then she found the marketplace; the trickle of the fountain's water a good indication of her location.

Then she summoned a name from dry, cracked lips. "... Roderick." She whispered, then screamed when she got no response. "Hobgloblin!" She lost her footing yet again, and she fell against the fountain's edge, clawing at it desperately, as blood splattered over it as she violently coughed, "... I'll kill them, I'll--" She slipped onto her knees, using her only hand to claw at her eyes, "Why can't I see?! WHY?!"

As he arrived there, he instructed his driver of the coach to remain with the horses, those precious beasts.

He walked on ebony high polished and expensive shoes towards the fountain. It was drizzling out and his always perfectly kept hair was getting the brunt of it despite the fedora on his head. His keen eyes squinted as he looked over the near abandoned area. He knew exactly what he was searching for he moved towards the great fountain with a stern stride.

As her fingers touched her closed lids, she found herself smearing tears, "I'm... Hungry..." Renna stumbled to her feet, sniffing the air, using her sense of smell like a dog to guide her senses, and she tilted her head left, then right, then pressed her hand to her chest, feeling the two gaping wounds there, feeling their rot.

Their... Rot?

She pressed her fingers into the holes, and drew out the sickly stench of death, and licked the blood and blackened flesh from her finger tips. She looked like she was staring at something... Then she started to laugh.

"So much for coming back..." She wheezed, as if her throat had a snake constricted about it, "So much, for... For..." Blood fell from her lips, as she heaved, an arm crossing over her stomach, her legs giving way, her knees buckling as she fell back onto the ground.

"... Heh," She laughed, then cackled, then cried, "What did they do to me... What did they do?!" She raked her nails across the cobbled ground, snapping the nails from fingers, causing a single claw rake of blood to litter the ground before her.

Roderick heard the goddess's voice on the wind, over the rain, over the pounding of his own heart. He had suspected that things had gone awry, but she sounded unlike he had ever heard her.

There was desperation in her voice, and pain. This must not be... It can not be.

As he rounded the corner and spied the massive fountain erupting in gorgeous stone from its base, he saw her... With all due haste and a storm of anger, Kingsley ran over to Renna's side; fists clenched and ready to strike out at ant lingering attackers. The Goblin within seethed. There would be much blood for this loathsome act against such a woman of vision.

He knelt by her side and allowed his gloved hand to gently with reverence, rest on her shoulder... Trying to find a spot untouched by a wound or bloody tear. His voice was sublimed with anger yet he kept his demeanour as he spoke to her while gripping her shoulder.

"Mistress... Mistress it's Kingsley. I've come... Can you hear me?"

She heard footsteps.

She smelt a man.

Her fleshed hand snatched out; she had no desire to be seen, not in this state, and she had no idea it was Roderick, who had answered her summons. Her voice howled insanely in a variation of Daemonic and the Angelic language, mixed between joy and despair, as pain - for once, caused harm.

The hand on her shoulder had her recoil, and stare beyond Roderick like he was not even there. "... Who?!" She hissed, then paused, then sniffed, then hissed again... The snarl soon faded as familiarity flooded her face.

"Goblin..." The wheezed whisper was spoken, as droplets of blood misted from her quickened breath, "... Have you betrayed me, too? Have you come to kill me? I... I won't let you!!!" She slashed her hand wildly towards him, "You're all against me! You want me dead! All of you!"

She managed to snatch his wrist in her pathetic attempt of a flail, and grasped ever so tightly, wide magma eyes looking elsewhere, as she spoke to him, "... I'll rip your eyes like you did mine! I'll... I'll--" She clenched her chest, as pain rushed through her and tears ran down her cheeks.

She slumped back, as all energy was lost. Her legs curled, her hand upon her chest, as it pressed tight to her breast, "Help me..." She begged.

She hated begging.... It brought back so many terrible memories.

"Please don't kill me...?

His well groomed eyebrows arched at her insane rambling. She spoke of "betrayal" and "murder"; surely this was a nightmare? Yet in no dream could rain feel so cold and that voice ring so clearly. His mouth twitched as she struck his wrist weakly.

He looked to and fro as she continued to speak in this ridiculously pathetic tone. Was this Renna? If so what had they done... And who was responsible for this?

Whatever the case he could not leave her out here to be seen my the gaggle of fools that might wander by or worse, her foes who would do her more harm. "No one is going to kill you Mistress. I have not nor will I ever betray your glorious reign here. I vow it."

"We have to get you out of here... You are in the Rhydinian Marketplace. You have to let me move you goddess. No one will harm you any more. You will be safe."

He attempted to scoop her up, her blood spilling on his long, dark coat.

Renna's desperation slowly calmed. She was suspicious - she was so sure the very air would strike out given her weakened state. Her paranoia however, stemmed from her lack of sight, for she could only see his outline. She could only see light, as mere twinkling stars."... You're not going to kill me?" She asked with hope, as she moved to grasp his wrist - but she missed, and grasped his knee instead.

As she was scooped up, she moved a hand out to his cheek, and felt it, she could sense his sincerity. His loyalty.

".... They did something to me. They did something..." She hissed, "They took my gauntlet - my arm, they took it... They cut it off! I'll kill them - we'll kill them - I'll render their flesh from their souls - I'll eat what is left of the ashes - how dare they!" Her mad ramble continued, ?I can't regenernate... They did something to me... Something to my body!"

Once she stopped her fighting, he held her close to his chest. Her blood staining the pale yellow dress shirt and gold tie underneath his topcoat. As he moved to carry her across the courtyard he took full notice of all of her injuries, and they were not pretty.

A lost limb, penetrating chest wounds, and her eyes... Those all seeing eyes had been blinded by...By whom?

As he walked with long strides to the eight horse drawn carriage he spoke to her in hushed tones. ?"Who did this Mistress? Who is responsible for this travesty? Was it the Scathachians? That son of a b***h Batten ? is he behind this? Who?"

Renna looked everywhere, frantically turning her head, unsure as to where she was being taken. How could she trust a man she could not see? But his tone... His voice. It comforted her.

She felt herself whisper, "I, did this." Renna glanced to the distance.

She could still sense them. She could still sense where they were. "... My own children. I was betrayed by... Myself?" She laughed, as the irony, finally made itself known. "Of course... It was me. I altered their DNA to resemble mine - of course, why didn't I think of that... Of course... I'd betray me. But to... But to think..." She lost her smile, and coughed violently.

Blood splattered out onto her extended palm, as it restrained the spray, and then, she laughed, bloodied teeth grinning weakly, "She's back... She's returned, she's back... Alive..."

Kingsley had dealt with the likes of Osborne and his insane ramblings for years, but this was beyond Renna's fits of anger or the sputtering of a maniac. She was delirious...

He did not pretend to know how much this woman, demon, goddess could withstand, but whoever inflicted this much damage must have had plenty of help and plenty of unheralded weaponry.

The time for questions was later.

The goddess needed his full attention.

Kingsley spoke to the lead carriage man. "Back to my home. Immediately."