I just want to see you smile. The elezen Crow had said.
Atrium snarled as red liquid ran down the Crow's face. Â The sword in her hand hacked wildly and furiously at something but Atrium was disconnected as thoughts consumed the mind.
Why does the Tall One care if I smile or not? Â Atrium thought. Â We are tools. Instruments of death. We were reborn to be nothing more than Nald'thal's impliments. Â Tools have no need for emotion or smiles. We. . .
Atrium's sword cut through the air and stuck fast into something with a wet, squishing noise. Â Atrium flashed white fangs as the miqo'te's mismatched eyes spotted an axe on the ground. Atrium seized the weapon and resumed the wild hacking.
Last night had been complex. First Atrium had been forced to adjust to the new body that now housed Atrium's will. Â Then Atrium had been sent to acquire the services of a black image named Laforet for the upcoming ritual. That had been the only part of the night that had been as it should be. Laforet agreed. Atrium should have left those falls but then the woman, Misha, had started up conversation. That had been pleasent enough, likable almost. And then Oubliette, the tall elezen, had arrived and the heckling, the joking, the. . .incessant showmanship and flirting, all of it had begun. It had all been aimed at Atrium, as always. Misha had enjoyed seeing Atrium squirm. The miqo'te had resisted. Atrium didn't have time for childish games. Only killing. Only serving. But Misha and Oubliette had made Atrium enjoy the time somehow. Atrium felt so guilty and uneasy about that feeling. And then, after Misha had left. . .Atrium had poked Oubliette's nose.Â
Atrium growled and slammed the axe down, something exploding in a shower of red.
"How dare he play with my mind! Atrium screamed. " We are tools of Nald'thal. We should only focus on serving the true god!"
"Than in Nald'thal's name, mercy!" a voice screamed. Â Atrium blinked as the axe hung in the air. Â Atrium looked down at the cowering male hyur as he looked up at Atrium's blood soaked axe.
Atrium looked around and blinked. Blood was everywhere. Four chocobos and nearly a dozen humanoid forms lay dead. Â The wagons were painted a sickly red and atrium realized for the first time that there was a spear protruding from her torso.
Atrium looked at the man as he stared at her in fear.
"What are you?" the man whimpered.
"What do I look like?" Atrium asked, the axe still in the air.
"A blood drenched monster!" the hyur said quickly.
"Then why would you think I would show mercy?". Atrium said flatly.
"Because you invoke Nald'thal's name. . .and you are a woman."
Atrium raised an eyebrow.Â
"Why should the gender of this pile of ash I currently inhabit matter? You are blessed this day, for you shall see Thald'thal's domain."
"No!" The hyur scream as Atrium brought the axe down and sent the man's head and body in two different directions.
Atrium rose and shoulders the blood soaked axe. Her black armor was almost entirely red. Atrium looked at the spear in her chest and then around again.
Why had Atrium done this? Atrium couldn't recall. But it didn't matter. Nald'thal was many souls richer and soon Nald'thal would bless the mortal plane and bring all to the true god's realm.Â
Atrium paused and looked up.
"Wonder if I'll smile when that happens." Atrium exploded into a cloud of black smoke and blew away on the wind.
Atrium snarled as red liquid ran down the Crow's face. Â The sword in her hand hacked wildly and furiously at something but Atrium was disconnected as thoughts consumed the mind.
Why does the Tall One care if I smile or not? Â Atrium thought. Â We are tools. Instruments of death. We were reborn to be nothing more than Nald'thal's impliments. Â Tools have no need for emotion or smiles. We. . .
Atrium's sword cut through the air and stuck fast into something with a wet, squishing noise. Â Atrium flashed white fangs as the miqo'te's mismatched eyes spotted an axe on the ground. Atrium seized the weapon and resumed the wild hacking.
Last night had been complex. First Atrium had been forced to adjust to the new body that now housed Atrium's will. Â Then Atrium had been sent to acquire the services of a black image named Laforet for the upcoming ritual. That had been the only part of the night that had been as it should be. Laforet agreed. Atrium should have left those falls but then the woman, Misha, had started up conversation. That had been pleasent enough, likable almost. And then Oubliette, the tall elezen, had arrived and the heckling, the joking, the. . .incessant showmanship and flirting, all of it had begun. It had all been aimed at Atrium, as always. Misha had enjoyed seeing Atrium squirm. The miqo'te had resisted. Atrium didn't have time for childish games. Only killing. Only serving. But Misha and Oubliette had made Atrium enjoy the time somehow. Atrium felt so guilty and uneasy about that feeling. And then, after Misha had left. . .Atrium had poked Oubliette's nose.Â
Atrium growled and slammed the axe down, something exploding in a shower of red.
"How dare he play with my mind! Atrium screamed. " We are tools of Nald'thal. We should only focus on serving the true god!"
"Than in Nald'thal's name, mercy!" a voice screamed. Â Atrium blinked as the axe hung in the air. Â Atrium looked down at the cowering male hyur as he looked up at Atrium's blood soaked axe.
Atrium looked around and blinked. Blood was everywhere. Four chocobos and nearly a dozen humanoid forms lay dead. Â The wagons were painted a sickly red and atrium realized for the first time that there was a spear protruding from her torso.
Atrium looked at the man as he stared at her in fear.
"What are you?" the man whimpered.
"What do I look like?" Atrium asked, the axe still in the air.
"A blood drenched monster!" the hyur said quickly.
"Then why would you think I would show mercy?". Atrium said flatly.
"Because you invoke Nald'thal's name. . .and you are a woman."
Atrium raised an eyebrow.Â
"Why should the gender of this pile of ash I currently inhabit matter? You are blessed this day, for you shall see Thald'thal's domain."
"No!" The hyur scream as Atrium brought the axe down and sent the man's head and body in two different directions.
Atrium rose and shoulders the blood soaked axe. Her black armor was almost entirely red. Atrium looked at the spear in her chest and then around again.
Why had Atrium done this? Atrium couldn't recall. But it didn't matter. Nald'thal was many souls richer and soon Nald'thal would bless the mortal plane and bring all to the true god's realm.Â
Atrium paused and looked up.
"Wonder if I'll smile when that happens." Atrium exploded into a cloud of black smoke and blew away on the wind.
