There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
and it's filled with people who are filled with shit!
And the vermin of the world inhabit it!
Adonis looked up, watching her with those careful and wise eyes. He was old beyond his years, he had seen too much in his time, and whenever he tried to think back to happier times, something always got in the way. Trinity? The fire came to mind, blocking out that tiny smiling face. Torrin? Her leaving, and him sitting there, alone for two years with no knowledge of where she had gone, and then, once he had let himself move on, she came back and triggered the events that had led to Siobhan leaving him. And what had ruined Siobhan for him? Well, Siobhan herself. She… She had changed. She leaned on him too much, there was too much pressure on him not to be mortal and mess up. Hell, even the divine made mistakes around here, so what was he supposed to do?
Itzal licked his lips and nuzzled Charlotte as she stretched out her hand, a grin plastered on his canine features. “I bet you would.” He said. “I’m a familiar. Means I’m actually a part of him,” he gestured with his head slightly. “But I’m clearly his better half.” Adonis frowned at that. “Smarter and more handsome too.” Adonis leaned back and sighed softly, his head resting on his hands behind him.
“We could tell you more about everything…” Said the dark haired man. “But where do I start?” He felt a sharp jab in his leg as Itzal bit him.
“You could start at the beginning.” This received a glare from his soul mate.
“Yea… well…” Adonis returned his attention to Charlotte and smiled lightly. “Would you like to sit? It is a long story…” He waited until she had made her decision before spouting the well rehearsed story of Shaman.
He told her about how he had been one of the first to come to shaman, when Aura was the only divine around, and where the most that the Shamanites had to worry about was having a disagreement with another fairy. And then Mallos had come to shaman, seduced Aura and stolen her powers when she had trusted him the most. Then there had been the reign of Mallos, which had involved him raping many of the women, creating the rip between the worlds and then tricking Draco into leading Aura to her death.
The rip had been caused, indirectly, by Robert, who had wanted his familiar back and made Mallos try to open a rip to the other world, the world of the dead. He had made a mistake and opened the rift to Hoofprince, a world of talking horses with magic. That had been rather a large shock to the system. But they had their own gods there, and had helped to seal Mallos in crystal hall, where he remained to this day – which was actually causing the current curses because he was trying to break out and wreak his revenge on shaman and the Shamanites. But before that, there had been a period of time where there was no god in shaman. But upon the knowledge of Mallos’ impending return, they had decided to bring Aura back, to lead them against Mallos. Then there was the first, second and third curse. And that was about it really.
He sat back, his mouth feeling a little dry, his golden eyes watching her intently. He had explained everything, he thought. Except how he had got here. For all she knew they could all be dead and this could be some sort of afterlife, but that would kind of negate the fact that there was a world of the dead and that they had bought Aura back from the dead at the cost of two lives. “Any other questions?” He said, with a slight cocky grin. It had been a while since he had had a reason to grin like that, but this was someone who did not just expect something from him. It was a nice experience, meeting someone new. He could make a whole new impression, have someone know him differently instead of just from rumours… Now we would all like that, wouldn’t we? Of course we would, nobody likes anyone talking about them behind their backs.
Adonis & Itzal
Weather manipulating soul seer of the labyrinth
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