Post by Imaris Eligos on Nov 15, 2022 19:48:59 GMT
She watched it happen. Everyone did; unimportant words halted by a low rumbling which only grew in intensity. Rubble shot up into the air, blasting its way through the lower street. A wave of panic swept over everyone-- and even Imaris, somehow, despite her claim to never be startled. The battlefield had taught her a thing or two, so she thought.
But as the tower crumbled above her, she felt a familiar sensation from all those years ago. The palace idiots outside her doorway wouldn't possibly understand. No one there would; no one simply 'retires' from the battlefront.
And yet, the dragoness found herself holding her breath, frozen in place. Not at all like the active soldier she once was.
With a slow exhale and a few steady breaths to follow, icy blues systematically searched the room. Where had the blast come from? And where is the exit to this forsaken cement hellhole?
"I know that look in your eyes. You're not going up there."
For a moment, Imaris forgot about the man who shared the private room with her. The one soul she was eternally bound to for the rest of her days until the third death. The jackass of all bastards found on the council, Eligos.
Her features contorted as the floor beneath them once again rumbled, cracks along the Castle spreading further. "Why ever not? They need those with military experience--"
"And you're not a soldier anymore, darling, we've been over this one."
Astonishment.
"What the bloody hell does that have to-"
"Their damn dog was misbehaving and now he's throwing a fit. Pity!" He threw his arms up, shrugging his shoulders-- he didn't bother hiding his amused smile, but no one was watching. Neither was anyone listening.
"The arch-demon, guardian of the gates?"
"I don't know anyone else with the nickname of 'The Lord's Lapdog.'"
"Then all the more reason to go! You cannot expect me to sit back and not go out there and assist our forces." Demoness grit her teeth, stomping her way to the exit door of their private room.
"Yes, actually, I do." A brisk, dismissive nod of his head and he assumed his word was law. He shot an arm out as he sooner approached the door, blocking her path.
"Excuse you?"
Icy blues narrowed, but he wouldn't have noticed. Cloud of dust pounded on their several windows, darkening the room with no other source of light. They all relied on the day which never set: their realm with no moon.
"You don't think I know you only want to go there for a chance to him and that this is your excuse?"
A tight, painful grip on her arm held her in the darkness, but she could tell the face he wore with that tone. She spoke to him in the dark more often than in light.
All amusement had left him, and only bitterness remained.
The dragoness couldn't help but laugh from the sheer absurdity.
"You're joking. That's what this is about? I always knew you were an idiot, but the Castle is falling and you're on the bloody council! If the Lord doesn't die from this, you certainly will. And good riddance; I'll finally be free from you and your lot!"
As a sharp pain spread across her face by the backside of his hand, no sooner did the walls come crashing in.
