1 Corinthians 15:55
11-22-2021, 07:26 PM
Obi had not visited since the sisters had fought and torn the remainders of Archon’s family apart. He no longer trusted Venom’s leadership, yet he could not bring himself to end things with her on bad terms. He had watched her grow, had loved her, and while his beliefs held firmly with Toxicity, this was also his home.
Now a deep and terrible sickness gripped him. He heard The Fallen’s voice. His brotherhood mark he and Archon shared itched and burned. He was called home. He was called to the shrine, yes, but further. Home, home- on the other plane. Today, he felt in the ache of his body, that he would join Archon.
Glowing, oozing hands and feet brought Obi forward, torch in hand. He couldn’t leave this place with the holy building that once stood, what he and Toxicity had built, what sat unused from worship from some time. Abraxas told him to rid of it, to leave nothing behind. He obeyed, the ever humble and obedient servant. He ventured into the space, remembering when they anointed it, prayed first, when they had the pups filling the halls and rooms with laughter. How the fire crackled in the hearth and underneath, the warm air drifting through the underground tunnels and heating the floors. One by one he visited the rooms, lighting and leaving tinder in each until the smoke barreled, catching on the ceiling and eventually leaking out the center where it always had.
He exited now, from the front. This was the end for his story here, and for the temple he had made. He would leave this world alone- he thought, but movement caught his attention. In the shrine waters was a figure, and Obi ran to it. A wolf- though he couldn’t make out the fur from the sickness in his eyes. He latched onto the scruff and hauled the wolf out. Calamity. Obi reeled back, eventually falling on his behind as he pulled Cala’s front into his lap. He felt her destiny was the same and he was miserably sad for her, but comforted that perhaps they could be together. He cradled her head, rocked her back and forth gently, and in the light of the once holy fire, prayed the prayer he and Archon first taught them as pups.
Now a deep and terrible sickness gripped him. He heard The Fallen’s voice. His brotherhood mark he and Archon shared itched and burned. He was called home. He was called to the shrine, yes, but further. Home, home- on the other plane. Today, he felt in the ache of his body, that he would join Archon.
Glowing, oozing hands and feet brought Obi forward, torch in hand. He couldn’t leave this place with the holy building that once stood, what he and Toxicity had built, what sat unused from worship from some time. Abraxas told him to rid of it, to leave nothing behind. He obeyed, the ever humble and obedient servant. He ventured into the space, remembering when they anointed it, prayed first, when they had the pups filling the halls and rooms with laughter. How the fire crackled in the hearth and underneath, the warm air drifting through the underground tunnels and heating the floors. One by one he visited the rooms, lighting and leaving tinder in each until the smoke barreled, catching on the ceiling and eventually leaking out the center where it always had.
He exited now, from the front. This was the end for his story here, and for the temple he had made. He would leave this world alone- he thought, but movement caught his attention. In the shrine waters was a figure, and Obi ran to it. A wolf- though he couldn’t make out the fur from the sickness in his eyes. He latched onto the scruff and hauled the wolf out. Calamity. Obi reeled back, eventually falling on his behind as he pulled Cala’s front into his lap. He felt her destiny was the same and he was miserably sad for her, but comforted that perhaps they could be together. He cradled her head, rocked her back and forth gently, and in the light of the once holy fire, prayed the prayer he and Archon first taught them as pups.