Even Death Cannot Stop War {Enigma}

[Antoir Setrrin]

Oh. Oh. Oh.​

Now she was more than jealous. Part of her was furious. Not at Circe, no, not at her. At this... Aynea. For trying to 'steal Savan away' from her. But then she heard the news that she had proposed. Of course, she didn't remember doing so. Though now that it had been mentioned... the memory slowly came back. Getting down on one knee, grinning like an idiot, popping the question. Rejection. Tears. False smiles. Then the time after, when she was alone. The sobbing rushing through her body, the constant attempt to try and get herself to calm down, to see reason. And the sadness. Oh how she had been so sad. "Savan... this hurts me." She hadn't known she could still feel such pain. Her mind pushed that away, resorting to it's new instincts to cope. Ven's eyes started shining a bright red... she wanted to kill. To tear something limb from limb. Would that even sate her hunger? Not likely... Beasts need more than one death to be satisfied.​

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"I need a moment."​

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Water sloshed around her as she quietly stood. Both of her hands were clenched into fists by the time she had exited the tub. It felt like her blood was boiling in her veins. Like every part of her was burning in misery. The awful, awful kind. Only five steps had been taken before her arm shot out, slamming into the durasteel wall. Metal bent beneath her anger. She had forgotten what this felt like. How good it was to reek havoc upon the unsuspecting. Even damage to the inanimate could be so... pleasant... No. She had to calm down. She had to be strong.​

For Circe.​

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[Onrai]

[member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]

Circe waited outside of the bathroom, a new change of clothes in her hand. Ready for Ven to change into. It wasn't as though anything private was showing - her new body was quite androgynous, after all. "I'm sorry about what's happened. But know that I still love you, and always will, no matter what." She frowned, feeling the pain coming off of the giantess.

It was horrifying.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

While Circe waited, she would hear quite a few thuds. If she looked inside the room as Ven exited she might even notice a few new dents in the wall. Perhaps even see where the giantess' knuckles had bled onto it. At least she was clean now. Even the fresh wound on her hand had been taken care of. All that remained messy was her mind. That was something that could not be fixed so easily. If it could be fixed at all. "It's fine." She nodded. Even though she knew that it probably wasn't okay. Not even remotely close to okay. The Vong would need her soon though. And once more her anger would be thrust upon the weak, the innocent. As it has always been.​

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[Onrai]

[member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]

"Ven... release your anger doing something productive. Build houses for the homeless and construct them all with manual labor. Do some training simulations. Kill some criminals. Do whatever you can to release that anger and be productive." She smiled, giving a soft grin, eager to help the transitioning.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

Once more an eyebrow was raised. Though Circe could potentially be busy looking at what appeared to be glorious abdominal muscles. Though Ven was androgynous, her muscles still showed. Practically glistened in the light. Moving on: "I don't think you understand, little one. I destroy things. My mind is a shattered mess. This form craves one thing and one thing only: Destruction. I do not build things. I tear them down until only their ashes remain. Death is my friend. This anger is limitless."​

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[Onrai]

[member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]

"Then find a way to temper it. I can't have you destroying everything just because you need a way to vent your anger... it'll cost the Horde an enormous amount of resources. I love you, but I can't afford to follow you around everywhere, cleaning up the messes you've made for the sake of our relationship together. Can you do that? For me, babe?"

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

"SAVAN. HEAR ME CLEARLY WHEN I SAY THIS: They did not make me like you imagine. I AM NOT WHAT YOU WANTED. I AM A TOOL OF WAR. A BLADE TO TOSS INTO THE FRAY OF BATTLE, SOAK IN BLOOD, THEN TRAP AWAY IN A SHEATHE. The moment you leave me, they will return. I will be locked away until they have need of me again. Though I care for you, I am not yours. Not now. Not until I regain my mental strength."​

The Horde had made her to kill. Not to please Circe. Not to bring Ven back. They made her to burn down the galaxy.​

One person, one bridge, at a time.​

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[Onrai]

[member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]

"Then let me take you. Let me bring you with me, wherever it is I may go so you will always be there. I refuse to let them cage you up like some sort of... Like some sort of animal. That's not what you are. You're a sentient being. You're someone I care about. And I will not let you be taken back and put in a cage, bound with chains, treated like an abomination."

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

"Then you have more trust, more faith, than anyone should ever put in me. For I am an animal, an abomination. Let me suffer. Let me be treated as I am while I burn your enemies. And when the smoke clears... my mind will be reopened. Once more I will be myself. Then you may take me as your own."
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[Onrai]

[member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]

"You're an animal alright..." She smiled, remembering the times they spent together. "I can only hope that your mind will be reopened as you say it will be. If it's not... Well, what can I say?" She would have to open things manually, the last thing she wanted to do.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

The lass' smile confused Ven. Since when was being an animal a good thing? She would have to ask about that later. "It will. Already this conversation has brought back pieces. Small ones, admittedlly, but pieces all the same. In time I will be myself again." Or that was the hope.​

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[Onrai]

[member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]

"I certainly hope so, sweetie... I certainly hope so." Pausing, she turned away. "Take care of yourself for the time being, Ven... I want you to know that I'll come every once in a while to check up on you." And walking away, she knew that she would stand by that promise, no matter what she had to do to be there with Darren's mother.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

"I will."​

Four handlers emerged in that instant. Each threw a rope around a limb, pulling the monster back and down. At the same time a fifth appeared... holding a stun baton. It was pressed against her neck. They couldn't risk any deaths. Besides her own, of course. But she didn't struggle. Instead she watched the woman she loved walk away. And for a moment, Ven'Rain, the Shattered Knight, Childe of the Stars, and Mad Merc, for a second, she felt like something more.​

She smiled as things turned to black.​

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