|We have 2816 registered users|
The newest registered user is PaleDeathL
Our users have posted a total of 140560 messages in 20922 subjects
The passing of the torch. [Cyrus/Niflheim]
Joined : 2011-09-01
Posts : 2718
Karma : 15
Age : 23
Location : Google Maps
|Subject Post 1Subject: The passing of the torch. [Cyrus/Niflheim] Wed Mar 04, 2020 8:45 pm|| |
ENTER THE DEPTHS
Artist: Mogeko Castle - Song: N/A - Word Count: N/A
The soft words echoed from the lips of the woman who had for so long bore the weight of a race. Clouded silver eyes stared out of the window of her room, the faded hues of light, and the shapes that lay behind them dimly registering in the faded eyes of the elect. Her hands gently folded upon one another, she let her lips purse into a faint smile as her eyes stared into the distance despite their inability to see. ” It seems that the torch will pass here.”
The world that she had grown up had long since faded. Their rulers had faded to history, and their god had long since vanished into the heavens. An era had finally ended, and it now was time for what had to come next. A sigh escaped the lips of elect as she slowly reached for the bangles that lay on her nightstand, the movements seemingly labored and slow for a being who had once fought beings that in her youth were comparable to the kami that had been worshiped by the japanese.
For so many years she had wondered when she would finally be reunited with the family that she had left behind all those years ago. Many nights she remembered the date, and the smell of the sakura’s in full bloom. She remembered the face of her mother, and the faces of her family. She remembered the simple lights cast by lanterns. She remembered the smell of rice paddies after a fresh spring rain. The easy days where she had to only worry about the bow that lay in her hand, when she could look upon the heavens above and wonder what lay beyond.
There had been days she had felt that the world was a cruel one, forcing her to live far beyond what any mere mortal had any right to live. A mortal thrust into the world of immortals, that was the life she had led, and amongst her race she had felt at peace, for many years she had buried herself in the holy duty, and that had brought her peace.
Now though she had to face reality, despite her power being tremendous, and far from waning, her body finally had passed its peak and was ebbing into the twilight of her life. Her body was that of a mortal after all, and it had lived far beyond what it had been intended to. She had been ignoring the signs for a while now. However, it was.. Fairly clear to her now that while she had some time left on this world, she would not live to see the end of the next decade. Maybe a year or two, she didn’t know. However, she was not afraid. She had Cyrus to take her place, and he had more than exceeded her expectations as the sternritter grandmaster. Now.. it was time to pass the torch. With her the era of rulers, and the era of emperors finally ended. It was time to let the next generation take over. Which was why as the elect sighed she pressed a button on her desk and spoke into a speaker softly. ”Can someone fetch cyrus for me? I have something important to discuss with him.”
God of Love
Joined : 2017-05-11
Posts : 1675
Karma : 14
Location : The beach :)
|Subject Post 2Subject: Re: The passing of the torch. [Cyrus/Niflheim] Fri Mar 06, 2020 9:13 pm|| |
CYRUS OF THE AFFECTIONATE FLAME
How long had it been since Cyrus had spoken to the Elect? Too long, he suspected, far too long indeed. The thought that he had made a promise to her echoed through the back of his mind- but what had that promise been? The memory bounced around his head, refusing to enter the foreground of his thoughts, as if aware that it was not truly his memory.
Ah. "Not truly his memory." Was that the case? Mahadeva did not think so. Mithra did not think so. Helle, certainly, did not think so. But as Cyrus grappled with something as simple as his own memory, the weight of what he had cast aside seemed to press onto his shoulders once mroe. Oh, there it was. Perhaps that very thought was what had rung the bell to call his memory back. He had assured Niflheim he would assist her however she might need, had he not? But had that promise not been made of his misguided affections? Those very same feelings that had, perhaps, made him all too willing to take the burdens of the world upon himself.
Even so, as he made his way to the Elect's room with quick, purposeful steps, Cyrus knew that he did not regret his decision. That, even if he could never be the man he had once been, he could at the very least operate as he had promised his friends. That he would operate, in whatever small capacity was feasible, as a man rather than as a god. Though it pained him in every sense of the word to do so, the divine Quincy allowed himself to recall the full extent of what he had once felt for the Elect. Those emotions certainly existed no longer, forever annihilated by the void of his divinity. He did note, however, that some similar affection had taken its place. He did not have the time, nor the capacity at this moment, to consider this any further, for there were more pressing matters to attend to.
Cyrus had once loved Niflheim, he would not sidestep this train of thought with any minced words. His reasons had been poor, he knew that much, and he would freely state the truth of it. He knew certainly that he did not love her any longer, and this was not simply a matter of his divinity crushing such feelings. It was, if anything, a consequence of the man he had become, that he had realized the Elect was not so universally respectable as he had once held her to be. That her impersonal facade and detachment from others was destructive, counterintuitive even. But was that not ultimately every bit the same as his own sacrifice? All of these considerations were profoundly painful for Cyrus, unspeakably so as the core of his divinity rejected the emotional considerations outright. But he pressed forward regardless, each step toward the Elect's room more painful than the last.
What was she to him now? He loved her as he loved all living creatures, but in no greater capacity than that. No, that was not true. She meant more to him than that, for she had given him the opportunity and respect that no other could have. Yet, at the very same time, there was an undeniable disdain that seemed almost to mitigate that greater emotion. She reminded him so very much of himself as he once had been, and he did not relish that thought. He wondered if, perhaps, Niflheim and the Cyrus of old would not have been a natural fit for one another. A union he could never conceive of, in any hypothetical, as "blessed."
But all of these side tangents were nothing more than distractions. No matter what he might wish to say, the love he had once felt for her was what had pushed him down the path he now walked. Perhaps that was why it so deeply upset him that he had not managed to support her as well as he might have. He knew it would never have been practical, that he never would have come to her side when so much work for the greater good was yet to be done. But the knowledge that he could not have was, in its own right, unpleasant.
"Niflheim, I will enter, if you permit it."
Cyrus had scarcely even noticed that he had arrived, truth be told. So many excruciating thoughts echoed through him, and he wondered if they should have been so difficult at all. If he had not made this infinitely harder than it needed to be.
END POST | HEARTFELT THANKS
|Top posting users this week|
|Top posting users this month|
The link to our affiliate page is on our button below.
Our affiliates bar is always open!