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Two lost souls (Bexley & Erythreus)

It was almost noon when the aspect of death woke up. A late hour to start the day according to most, but not very unusual for the broody male who didn’t really have a circadian rhythm. He didn’t have any obligations demanding him to wake up a certain time. No hobbies forcing him to be at a certain place. What he did have was duties but he hadn’t fulfilled them in ages and now it felt almost insuperable starting, but he knew he would have to sooner rather than later.

Erythreus yawned as he got up from the bed, wondering what today would bring. Nowadays everyday was almost the same, escape the guards pretending to go to the grave yard helping lost souls find peace and keeping order in the death realm. However instead he ended up drunk in a bar reminiscing about old times and old love. Somehow life had taken a turn and Ery didn’t know how to break the pattern. The rest of his aliward family had looked at him concerned, trying to break trough to the bitter shell of Erythreus but without luck.

After a quick look in the mirror assuring he didn’t look like a complete wreck, not more than usual anyways, the aspect left his residence and made his way to the shared kitchen. The mansion was quiet, all of the guards were outside practising with the new weapons that had been delivered the previous day. The rest of the aspects were probably with them helping and participating. Erythreus had a faint memory he’d been asked but grunted a sour ”No”. Now he regretted that decision. It would’ve been nice feeling part of something again. The blonde knew they would welcome him with open arms if he decided to join in now. He could hear their laughters from a far and longed to be there with them. Anyhow he also knew that if he had been there he’d feel distanced, ruining the fun for the rest of his family.

Instead the lonely aspect searched through the fridge for something to eat. His eyes noted a hot sauce with Bexley´s name tag on it, causing him to frown. That guard had been one of his closer friends but had also had a rough period in life and left the manor, and suddenly Ery knew what today would bring. He found himself a sandwich in the fridge that he devoured on his way to town, hoping any of the guards wouldn’t give him hell about it later, and heading for Bexley´s little shop in town. It wasn’t weather to drive his motorcycle and it would’ve drawn too much attention. He didn’t want to tell the guards where he went, hoping they wouldn’t notice he wasn’t brooding in his room until he came back.

A bell rang as he entered the small shop announcing his arrival. ”So its here you’ve been hiding Bex” Erythreus stated not meeting the females eyes.

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Ailward GuardPermalink Reply by ✓ Bexley Dumont on September 7, 2024 at 17:34

✧ Two Lost Souls ✧

Tension coiled tightly around Bexley’s shoulders as she absorbed Ery’s words. “It’s almost as if the portal to the underworld rotated,” she mused, her voice barely above a whisper. “To allow spirits to escape. If it’s my doing, then it hasn’t been like this for long.” Unsure whether she was trying to convince herself or the others in the room, Penelope placed a finger thoughtfully against her lips, her mind racing to piece together the fragments of knowledge she had gleaned from the Archive Hall. Yet, she doubted that the answers could be found in dusty tomes or ancient scripts. Her gaze shifted to the embodiment of death standing before them; instinctively, she felt that the key to their dilemma lay within him. His concern for Crane revealed a glimmer of care, a reminder that even lost souls could find their way back with a little guidance.

“One thing’s for sure—magic has definitely had a hand in mucking things up,” Bexley said softly, her words hanging in the air like a weight. Penelope nodded in agreement, feeling the gravity of the situation. She watched as Bexley reached out to gently stroke the orb containing Crane, an act of affection that made Penelope’s heart ache. She had never experienced such tenderness firsthand, and in that moment, she understood why Bexley felt compelled to show her love. True love was a rare treasure, after all, and it seemed to shine even brighter in times of darkness.

“A few months ago?” Penelope chimed in, her brow furrowing as she considered the timeline. “It seemed like it didn’t have to do with the Aurazin, but that doesn’t mean the voidlings didn’t play a role in the door closing to your realm.” She observed Ery’s unenthusiastic stance on hunting voidlings. “Well, we could stay here and sift through endless knowledge, but that feels far too slow,” she added with a playful chuckle, a bow magically forming in her hand. “Besides, I long for an evening out,” she shot Ery a cheeky grin, hoping to lighten the mood.

Bexley gave the crane orb one last tender stroke before placing it securely in her bag. “In case this goes sideways, I think he’ll be safer back there,” she said, nodding toward the hall. With a flick of her wrist, she opened a shimmering portal leading to the Veil, its ethereal glow barely visible to the mundane world. The air hummed with energy as she stepped through, and Penelope followed closely behind.

As they emerged on the other side, Penelope glanced back at Ery, her eyes sparkling with determination. “Come on, Death. We’re going to fix what’s wrong. I believe you’re the answer; I believe in you.” Her genuine smile was met with a soft warmth, but the moment was cut short by the sudden sound of clicking in the shadows. Instinctively, she raised her bow, a magical arrow notching itself against the string. With a swift release, the arrow shot forward, glowing a vibrant red as it pierced the air before disappearing into the darkness.

“Let’s see what we’re up against,” Penelope declared, her heart racing with adrenaline as she began to trek in the direction she had shot. Each step was a blend of excitement and apprehension, a dance with danger that felt all too familiar. With Bexley and Ery by her side, she felt a surge of hope. Together, they might just have the power to restore balance and uncover the truths hidden within the shadows.

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Ailward AspectPermalink Reply by ✓ Erythreus Aliward on September 8, 2024 at 20:11

Everyone was in their own deep thoughts after his words. Trying to figure out the cause to this anomaly. ”Who would have the motive to keep the souls from passing or letting the passed spirits go back, not realizing it harms them” Erythreus frown grew as he tried to connect the pieces but couldn’t see the whole picture. Why had this happened, what was the meaning? Was it even intentional? If it was intentional was it someone who wanted to see a loved again like Bexley? Or was it someone who had more devilish intentions? Rubbing the balance between the dimensions. Creating an army of unlucky ghosts. Did they want to overthrow him?

Ery broke out of his own concerns and watched as Penelope tried to get any clarity on the situation. As her eyes rested on him they met for a short while and he felt a warmth rush through him, a need to make everything right for her. It was a silly instinct. Clearly the result of him being alone for so long or at least it was what he tried to convince himself. The shiny happy blonde in front of him wouldn’t want to get involved with him anyways. What did he have to offer? In fact he was sure she knew the rumors about him around town to be a carless drunken womanizer and there was some truth to that. However he had been in love several times in his lifetime. He had seen a future with many women but none of them had chosen to stay. It had broken him. Nowadays he only offered temporary hook ups, he couldn’t bear being rejected once more.

”Yeah I agree Bexley there is some strong magic involved here” the aspect of death sighed loudly. It would make things so much more complicated. Why couldn’t the world just be logical. No supernatural. No magic. Would he have been happier? He’d been dead for over a millennium. The guards movement as she went over to take over the Crane orb and handle it with such love and care caught his attention. It was what everything everyone wished for and so unfair that their story had come to an end years in advance. Still he was jealous. He’d never got to experience that kind of love the one that you would do anything be anything to keep. His choices had never choose him when it came down to it work or an ex had been more tempting.

”Didnt think you were the adventurous type” Ery chuckled surprised by Pen´s sudden excitement to leave the archives. He had gotten the impression that she was the read a book and bake kind of girl. This new side of her made him like her even more. ”Ah yes you should probably not bring Crane” He agreed knowing that Crane wouldn’t like being left out. But they couldn’t risk losing another soul.

”Ugh I never get used to this portal traveling” He shrugged preferring to travel in his dragon form. It was a strange sensation to move from one place to another a tingling he didn’t like. Penelopes words warmed his soul, she believed in him! Wow to hear those words was amazing he hadn’t heard them in a very long time. But the feeling was abruptly chased away when the darkness surrounded them. ”You really think the answer to our questions is here” Erythreus asked his mood uneasy.

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Ailward GuardPermalink Reply by ✓ Bexley Dumont on October 23, 2024 at 1:51

✧ Two Lost Souls ✧

"Unfortunately, I can think of many who would wish to cause such chaos," Penelope said, her voice steady yet laced with concern. "After all, throwing off the balance of the world to gain access to you... to The Aspects." She glanced at Ery, lingering on his face, taking in the confusion and worry etched across his features. "I fear that whoever is orchestrating this, their intentions are anything but pure, unlike Bexley." Her gaze held his for a heartbeat longer before she turned her attention back to the seemingly endless hall ahead. "It feels like the world is teetering on the edge of imbalance with each passing day."

With an easy smirk dancing on her lips, Penelope tossed Ery a wink. "You don't know the half of it," she teased as they stepped through the portal into a vast, sunlit field. "If I'm honest, I don't know if our answers lie here, but we won't know until we try." It was a good starting point, and she was determined to make the most of it. "We will fix this, one way or another, together," she added, attempting to offer reassurance. As her eyes shifted to a fiery red, she declared, "Now, let’s catch a few of those voidlings."

Bexley elbowed Ery playfully, a slight smirk gracing her features. "Always keep an eye on those Light Diviners," she chimed in, her laughter brightening the heavy atmosphere. "Trust me, I used to be one."

"Don’t listen to her; you can’t trust a Dark Diviner. Trust me I used to be one." Penelope shot back over her shoulder, her tone teasing. The two diviners shared a knowing laugh, well aware of each other’s stories. It was rare for a diviner to cross magical lines, but they were both living proof that exceptions existed. "Now, pass without a trace," Penelope instructed, her footsteps falling silent as she wove her magic, allowing the sounds of nature to wash over them.

Bexley moved in step beside Penelope, her gaze drifting towards the tree line. "I don’t know much about voidlings. What are they?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. Despite being ancient, her knowledge of such foreign species was limited, making the prospect of encountering something new both thrilling and daunting.

"Well, from what I understand, they originate from the void, which some Aurazin, known as shepherds, guard. What they truly are remains a mystery to me. I’m eager to learn more, especially when I can arrange a meeting with the leader of the Aurazin. I want to uncover everything," Penelope replied, her eyes sparkling with a thirst for knowledge. "All I know is they somewhat resemble Gollum from 'Lord of the Rings.'"

Bexley made a face, a mix of intrigue and apprehension, before halting in her tracks. Just ahead, a group of gray-skinned beings gathered around a carcass, their movements unsettling as they toyed with the rotting deer rather than feasting upon it as nature intended. The darkness that clung to them seemed to suffocate the very air around.

Penelope nodded, her determination crystallizing as a magic arrow formed in her hand. She grabbed the bow she had secured earlier, knocking the arrow and steadying herself as she drew back the string. It was as if the voidlings sensed the impending attack the moment the arrow was released. Their black eyes

turned toward the trio, and the inhuman sound that erupted from the beings made Bexley cringe, instinctively taking a step back.

As the voidlings surged toward them, Bexley quickly threw up a shield, her heart racing as the weight of the situation bore down on her. The air crackled with tension, and Penelope's fierce resolve radiated as she dropped the bow and her hands started to glow with orbs of red getting into a fighting stance.