Post by BloodValkyrie on Mar 11, 2013 3:05:48 GMT -5
- This is my first time on an actual computer for quite some time and I felt I needed to write something while here. I felt like writing something small, hence why no Converging Fates chapter.
- No, this is not Veronica going all Heaven's Feel on Max. If that if what you want, write it yourself. Seriously, if anyone wants to see that, please write it. I would love to see it. It must include a line similar to "Am I dirty, stupid priest?".
- This is my first time writing something in first-person in years. I apologize if it is not good.
- Hisui, I apologize if Max is out of character at all. I tried ):
- Yes, the title is supposed to look like that.
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The Crimson Maiden and the White Priest
The moaning. The groaning. The screaming. The screeching. It broke apart the walls of my heart and released a torrent of pain, anger, and hatred akin to water flooding from a broken dam. My body flew through the air, twisting and twirling with these deadly blades like a macabre dancer from Hell. I had four opponents. Four monsters who had just taken away even more of those I cared for. A frail-looking, rotting corpse with an abominable leech attatched to his head, an insect-like creature with rotting feathered wings, a monster made of slime and bone, and a rotting tentacled creature similar to an octopus. These disgusting things...one moment I was breaking that bastard, Vincent, apart and the next, the priest, the angel, the slime girl, and the scylla all vanished. Replaced by these creatures. This had happened back at my home as well. All the people of Platuna had vanished, yet monsters stood in their place. The only logical conclusion was that the beasts had slain the people...now it has happened once again.
My blades clang against the anorexic zombie's.
I should have warned the fools! I should have suspected these beasts would return with that doctor! It is my fault they are gone! It is my fault that Kali, Priscilla, Elaina, and the stupid priest are dead! I should have come here alone. It would have been better for all of them.
The zombie pushes against my blades with his own larger one. I push harder and he begins to sink to the ground.
I will not drown in my sorrow at this time. I will make sure these creatures die for killing them! I will avenge them! Even if I must die to do so, I shall!
I raise my other arm and bring it down, forcing the zombie's blade down even further and allowing one of my blades to sink into his shoulder. The sound of cutting flesh, the smell of the blood as it squirts out like a fountain...it is all wonderful. It feels fantastic upon my face and it makes me heart swell with joy as I realize I am mere moments away from killing this abomination and avenging the priest.
Then everything begins to dissolve. It looks as if the very fabric of reality is wiped away as if it were chalk on a blackboard. The doctor's laboratory and the monstrous creatures I battle soon vanish; replaced by a long hallway and a steel door in front of me. My eyes quickly look around as I struggle to remember where I am and what I was doing. It takes only moments for it to flood back.
I am in the Gregor Samsa base, in front of one of the rooms provided by the Old Man for us. It has been days since that incident. Days since I was tricked into seeing my allies as monsters and nearly slaying them. The door I am in front of...it is someone's room. It is not mine, though. Whose is it? Why am I even standing here? The door immediately opens after this thought, as if the god of this world were listening and chose to provide an answer.
Standing in the doorway is Maxwell Aene, the healing priest of our group who happened to have the spirit of a powerful, yet overprotective, warrior within him. His messy brown hair is more disheveled than usual and his sapphire blue eyes show his exhaustion. He is still wearing his usual white robes and his arm is still held in a cast. Of course...there is no possible way his arm would recover from such damage so quickly, even with the angel's healing. The blood I felt upon my face, the red liquid I licked from my lips...it was his blood. The blood of this man had been on my skin. Is that why it felt so wonderful? Because it was his?
"Uhm...Veronica?" He asks cautiously. I could tell from his tone he was nervous. "Why are you staring at me like that?"
Staring? I was staring? Oh hell that is embaressing.
"I-I was not staring." I stammer. I sound completely unconvincing. I sound like a bloody fool! I want to say more, but I force myself to move onto a different topic, mainly to free myself of any further humiliation. "I am here because I simply needed to speak to you. That is all."
He opens his mouth, yet I quickly interrupt him. "If you do not have time, I can come later." I say it for him. That is what he wanted to say, correct?
The priest smiles. The same smile he always shows to make you know it was okay. I used to find it annoying, yet, at this particular moment, I found it to be a relief.
"It's fine, I have time. After all, we're waiting for Vydunas and Grant to get back, right?" He then steps aside and stretches a hand out. "You can come in, if you want, and we can talk in here."
Normally such a statement would make me assume the worst of someone. Yet the priest has proven that when he says such things, it is of the most innocent intent. I accept his offer with a nod and step into his room, gently closing the door behind me as he walks towards his bed. I notice he is moving more slowly than usual and he seems to have a limp of some kind. He is still so tired that he cannot even walk properly...and I am to blame. I must have had a transparent expression since he looks at me and immediately addresses me concern.
"I'll be fine Veronica. I just need to relax for a bit. Don't worry so much about me, okay?"
This statement infuriates me. He wants me to not worry about him? Such a foolish request! I am the one that clouded the already-dim light of his life! It is because of me that he is even closer to Death's realm! I harmed the man who aided me, regardless of my words and actions! To not worry would be the action of an insensitive bastard!
I cannot resist responding. "Your stupidity is astounding, priest."
He laughs quietly, as if what I just said was a show of affection.
Silence falls between us. I know why I am here, yet I fail to find a way to properly show it. Words can only do so much...
I say what comes to mind. "I am sorry."
"You've apologized over a dozen times already. You don't need to apologize, remember? You weren't in control of yourself. Verkrag's gas was making you hallucinate. You thought we were all dead and you wanted to avenge us, more than anything." He smile was one filled with kindness and his tone full of sincerity. "Why should you apologize for showing how much you care for us?"
That shatters everything else I was about to say. He held no ill will towards me, despite me nearly severing his arm. Why was he like this? No person was like this! People are not supposed to be so forgiving and optimistic! What else can I say to him? How could I tell him what I wanted to say in a way that he would give a satisfying response? My mind scrambles as it tries to figure it out.
Words leave me mouth without me even realizing it. "I do not know what I would do if I were to lose you." No, no, no!! Do not say such a foolish thing! Bad Veronica! Stupid Veronica!
He freezes and his blue eyes widen.
"By my own hand." I hastily add. "I do not know what I would do if I were to lose another ally by my own hand."
Max's expression returns to normal. Him being dense is a relief. He says nothing, though. Is he talking with the spirit in his head? Or is he simply having difficulty coming up with a response? It does not matter. I know what I want to tell him.
"I never truly elaborated on my past allies, have I?"
The priest shakes his head. "No, not really. I'm curious, but it sounds like your time with them was painful. I don't want you to talk about them if it hurts."
"I..." I briefly forget my words, the priest's consideration for others is still a surprise. "I want to talk about it. I often have no desire to speak of them, but this whole ordeal has...changed that. Encountering the doctor again and harming you, Priscilla, and Elaina has convinced me that this is a story that should be shared. It may not benefit you in any way, but I simply want to tell you. Please accept my selfish request."
The priest laughs quietly again, as if amused by me. "It's not selfish if I want to hear about it."
He then scoots over, giving me room to sit on his bed next to him. I hesitate. It is a bed, the location often used for the most intimate of activities. But we will simply be sitting on it together. That means nothing, correct? Of course that is correct.
I walk over to the bed and gently sit upon its edge. It feels very similar to a marshmellow...is the bed in my room this comfortable? I do not believe it is. How unfair.
I take a deep breath before beginning, my eyes lock onto the priest's. "There were four of them." I begin. "Joseph, Tobias, Gray, and Annora."
There we sat. I, the crimson maiden, and he, the white priest, as I released the tragic tale of my previous allies. My previous group of friends.
- No, this is not Veronica going all Heaven's Feel on Max. If that if what you want, write it yourself. Seriously, if anyone wants to see that, please write it. I would love to see it. It must include a line similar to "Am I dirty, stupid priest?".
- This is my first time writing something in first-person in years. I apologize if it is not good.
- Hisui, I apologize if Max is out of character at all. I tried ):
- Yes, the title is supposed to look like that.
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The Crimson Maiden and the White Priest
The moaning. The groaning. The screaming. The screeching. It broke apart the walls of my heart and released a torrent of pain, anger, and hatred akin to water flooding from a broken dam. My body flew through the air, twisting and twirling with these deadly blades like a macabre dancer from Hell. I had four opponents. Four monsters who had just taken away even more of those I cared for. A frail-looking, rotting corpse with an abominable leech attatched to his head, an insect-like creature with rotting feathered wings, a monster made of slime and bone, and a rotting tentacled creature similar to an octopus. These disgusting things...one moment I was breaking that bastard, Vincent, apart and the next, the priest, the angel, the slime girl, and the scylla all vanished. Replaced by these creatures. This had happened back at my home as well. All the people of Platuna had vanished, yet monsters stood in their place. The only logical conclusion was that the beasts had slain the people...now it has happened once again.
My blades clang against the anorexic zombie's.
I should have warned the fools! I should have suspected these beasts would return with that doctor! It is my fault they are gone! It is my fault that Kali, Priscilla, Elaina, and the stupid priest are dead! I should have come here alone. It would have been better for all of them.
The zombie pushes against my blades with his own larger one. I push harder and he begins to sink to the ground.
I will not drown in my sorrow at this time. I will make sure these creatures die for killing them! I will avenge them! Even if I must die to do so, I shall!
I raise my other arm and bring it down, forcing the zombie's blade down even further and allowing one of my blades to sink into his shoulder. The sound of cutting flesh, the smell of the blood as it squirts out like a fountain...it is all wonderful. It feels fantastic upon my face and it makes me heart swell with joy as I realize I am mere moments away from killing this abomination and avenging the priest.
Then everything begins to dissolve. It looks as if the very fabric of reality is wiped away as if it were chalk on a blackboard. The doctor's laboratory and the monstrous creatures I battle soon vanish; replaced by a long hallway and a steel door in front of me. My eyes quickly look around as I struggle to remember where I am and what I was doing. It takes only moments for it to flood back.
I am in the Gregor Samsa base, in front of one of the rooms provided by the Old Man for us. It has been days since that incident. Days since I was tricked into seeing my allies as monsters and nearly slaying them. The door I am in front of...it is someone's room. It is not mine, though. Whose is it? Why am I even standing here? The door immediately opens after this thought, as if the god of this world were listening and chose to provide an answer.
Standing in the doorway is Maxwell Aene, the healing priest of our group who happened to have the spirit of a powerful, yet overprotective, warrior within him. His messy brown hair is more disheveled than usual and his sapphire blue eyes show his exhaustion. He is still wearing his usual white robes and his arm is still held in a cast. Of course...there is no possible way his arm would recover from such damage so quickly, even with the angel's healing. The blood I felt upon my face, the red liquid I licked from my lips...it was his blood. The blood of this man had been on my skin. Is that why it felt so wonderful? Because it was his?
"Uhm...Veronica?" He asks cautiously. I could tell from his tone he was nervous. "Why are you staring at me like that?"
Staring? I was staring? Oh hell that is embaressing.
"I-I was not staring." I stammer. I sound completely unconvincing. I sound like a bloody fool! I want to say more, but I force myself to move onto a different topic, mainly to free myself of any further humiliation. "I am here because I simply needed to speak to you. That is all."
He opens his mouth, yet I quickly interrupt him. "If you do not have time, I can come later." I say it for him. That is what he wanted to say, correct?
The priest smiles. The same smile he always shows to make you know it was okay. I used to find it annoying, yet, at this particular moment, I found it to be a relief.
"It's fine, I have time. After all, we're waiting for Vydunas and Grant to get back, right?" He then steps aside and stretches a hand out. "You can come in, if you want, and we can talk in here."
Normally such a statement would make me assume the worst of someone. Yet the priest has proven that when he says such things, it is of the most innocent intent. I accept his offer with a nod and step into his room, gently closing the door behind me as he walks towards his bed. I notice he is moving more slowly than usual and he seems to have a limp of some kind. He is still so tired that he cannot even walk properly...and I am to blame. I must have had a transparent expression since he looks at me and immediately addresses me concern.
"I'll be fine Veronica. I just need to relax for a bit. Don't worry so much about me, okay?"
This statement infuriates me. He wants me to not worry about him? Such a foolish request! I am the one that clouded the already-dim light of his life! It is because of me that he is even closer to Death's realm! I harmed the man who aided me, regardless of my words and actions! To not worry would be the action of an insensitive bastard!
I cannot resist responding. "Your stupidity is astounding, priest."
He laughs quietly, as if what I just said was a show of affection.
Silence falls between us. I know why I am here, yet I fail to find a way to properly show it. Words can only do so much...
I say what comes to mind. "I am sorry."
"You've apologized over a dozen times already. You don't need to apologize, remember? You weren't in control of yourself. Verkrag's gas was making you hallucinate. You thought we were all dead and you wanted to avenge us, more than anything." He smile was one filled with kindness and his tone full of sincerity. "Why should you apologize for showing how much you care for us?"
That shatters everything else I was about to say. He held no ill will towards me, despite me nearly severing his arm. Why was he like this? No person was like this! People are not supposed to be so forgiving and optimistic! What else can I say to him? How could I tell him what I wanted to say in a way that he would give a satisfying response? My mind scrambles as it tries to figure it out.
Words leave me mouth without me even realizing it. "I do not know what I would do if I were to lose you." No, no, no!! Do not say such a foolish thing! Bad Veronica! Stupid Veronica!
He freezes and his blue eyes widen.
"By my own hand." I hastily add. "I do not know what I would do if I were to lose another ally by my own hand."
Max's expression returns to normal. Him being dense is a relief. He says nothing, though. Is he talking with the spirit in his head? Or is he simply having difficulty coming up with a response? It does not matter. I know what I want to tell him.
"I never truly elaborated on my past allies, have I?"
The priest shakes his head. "No, not really. I'm curious, but it sounds like your time with them was painful. I don't want you to talk about them if it hurts."
"I..." I briefly forget my words, the priest's consideration for others is still a surprise. "I want to talk about it. I often have no desire to speak of them, but this whole ordeal has...changed that. Encountering the doctor again and harming you, Priscilla, and Elaina has convinced me that this is a story that should be shared. It may not benefit you in any way, but I simply want to tell you. Please accept my selfish request."
The priest laughs quietly again, as if amused by me. "It's not selfish if I want to hear about it."
He then scoots over, giving me room to sit on his bed next to him. I hesitate. It is a bed, the location often used for the most intimate of activities. But we will simply be sitting on it together. That means nothing, correct? Of course that is correct.
I walk over to the bed and gently sit upon its edge. It feels very similar to a marshmellow...is the bed in my room this comfortable? I do not believe it is. How unfair.
I take a deep breath before beginning, my eyes lock onto the priest's. "There were four of them." I begin. "Joseph, Tobias, Gray, and Annora."
There we sat. I, the crimson maiden, and he, the white priest, as I released the tragic tale of my previous allies. My previous group of friends.