☠ Frost 8th, Year 120, Final Solstice ☠
Company: Father, Auntie, Cullen | Thoughts: This must be done| Mood: Anxious, Determined
Company: Father, Auntie, Cullen | Thoughts: This must be done| Mood: Anxious, Determined
☠ The hospital was empty this night, and most of the patients had already either been discharged or well within a peaceful sleep seeing how it was an hour or so past midnight. Within the upper levels of the hospital, I awaited my father with Cullen. My wounds were still grave in some way, but I was managing all the same. But I wasn't here for him to heal them, no I was here for something else.
My father and aunt both entered the room after some time and came to sit in the chairs that encircled a large coffee table within the large office. "You poor thing, I'm glad you made it out of there in one piece. It's horrible what transpired, and to think that the ruling family issued such an order so willingly, it's inconceivable." she spoke, sitting a try with several cups and a pot of tea on the table.
She poured each of us a cup and took her seat in between me and my father. "It's all more of a reason to dispose of the current ruling system, as innocent peasants don't deserve such a brutal fate off of suspicion and paranoia." my father added, taking a sip from his cup. I was silent as I still couldn't process the massacre even as I witnessed it first hand. I may have killed for sport or research but even I was no monster and knew such action was unforgivable.
"To make matters worse the argent I believed to have killed is still out there.......and she saw my face. I have no doubt she will hunt me for her defeat and exact revenge." I began, taking a sip before looking to Nicoli. "I need a favor. I need a completely new body." I requested, absorbing the air within the room.
The glasses on Nicoli's face were adjusted as his eyes fell on me, a glimmer of curiosity in them. "Why exactly would you want me to do that? Your wound seems to be healing nicely so I'm not entirely sure why there is a need for you to receive a new body." he retorted back, taking another sip.
"In order to make sure something like this doesn't happen again, I need to shed away the way of my life, and take on a new mantle." I said, looking at my reflection in the teacup. "With that argent seeing my face, it will make things worse." I noted, clenching the teacup till the handle broke in my hand.
Both Nicoli and Cereza looked to me, as they could both see it, see my determination. With a chuckle, my father set his cup down and stood. "I see. I doubt anything I say will change your mind so I dont believe I have a choice." he sighed, looking to me as I confirmed his notion. "Very well, give me some time to prepare and I'll perform the alterations. In that time, fashion a visage you wish to take if you haven't already."
He exited the room as Cereza came to sit by me a bit closer, placing a hand on my own. "You understand what you are asking correct? The process is excruciating, and you will not come out unscathed, even at the hand of master necromancy." she warned, a look of concern on her face. "You have any idea of what your new body will look like?" she inquired.
"I do, inspired by my mother's description of my father." I answered, patting her hand. Nicoli returned dressed in his work attire for necromantic alterations. "If we are to do this, we need to move now while time is on our side." he encouraged, urging me to finish my tea and proceed to follow him.
I can't say that my nerves didn't get the better of me, as I prepared for the alterations. I knew it would not be as easy as I imagined, more so it would hurt more than anything, but it was something I would have to endure. As I laid on the table I closed my eyes, mentally thinking of what was to come next. I had to finish what I started with the Enlightened Ones, to ensure wherever that map led to, it remained from their hands.
Before the procedure began my father made me drink something, said it would help me sleep, make the alterations less strenuous on my body and psyche as experiencing something like that would no doubt scar my mind. As a mentalist, I couldn't have that so I guzzled it down and began to relax, to allow whatever it was to work without hindrance.
After some time he began, the sleep agent taking longer to take effect than I had anticipated. The initial cuts were nothing, but as he began to alter and change things the pain, the breaking felt like nothing I could describe. It was at the height of this pain and experience that everything went black. I could no longer feel my muscles ripping, the bones snapping, flesh being ripped from my body.
I don't remember much after I blacked out, only coming back into consciousness sometime later in the evening. I awoke to the peaceful humming of Cereza, her form sitting by my bed as I recovered. When she noticed I had awakened she paused her tune and approached, placing a gentle hand on mine.
"Good morning sleeping beauty. I can proudly say the surgery was a success. Your adoptive father is quite the artist in the way of necromancy." she began, pausing a bit as her eyes poured over my form. "It's eerily surreal how detailed he was, as you look like your father, with some alterations of course. His hair was a shimmering silver, yet you have black hair now. From the crown of your head to every toe on your feet is just as his were, he even managed to replicate your father's...endowments." she continued, almost blushing at the end of her sentence.
It made me chuckle a bit, as I sat up in my bed. ☠
"Common Tongue"
"Silvain Tongue"
"Cereza Tongue"
"Self-Thoughts"
My father and aunt both entered the room after some time and came to sit in the chairs that encircled a large coffee table within the large office. "You poor thing, I'm glad you made it out of there in one piece. It's horrible what transpired, and to think that the ruling family issued such an order so willingly, it's inconceivable." she spoke, sitting a try with several cups and a pot of tea on the table.
She poured each of us a cup and took her seat in between me and my father. "It's all more of a reason to dispose of the current ruling system, as innocent peasants don't deserve such a brutal fate off of suspicion and paranoia." my father added, taking a sip from his cup. I was silent as I still couldn't process the massacre even as I witnessed it first hand. I may have killed for sport or research but even I was no monster and knew such action was unforgivable.
"To make matters worse the argent I believed to have killed is still out there.......and she saw my face. I have no doubt she will hunt me for her defeat and exact revenge." I began, taking a sip before looking to Nicoli. "I need a favor. I need a completely new body." I requested, absorbing the air within the room.
The glasses on Nicoli's face were adjusted as his eyes fell on me, a glimmer of curiosity in them. "Why exactly would you want me to do that? Your wound seems to be healing nicely so I'm not entirely sure why there is a need for you to receive a new body." he retorted back, taking another sip.
"In order to make sure something like this doesn't happen again, I need to shed away the way of my life, and take on a new mantle." I said, looking at my reflection in the teacup. "With that argent seeing my face, it will make things worse." I noted, clenching the teacup till the handle broke in my hand.
Both Nicoli and Cereza looked to me, as they could both see it, see my determination. With a chuckle, my father set his cup down and stood. "I see. I doubt anything I say will change your mind so I dont believe I have a choice." he sighed, looking to me as I confirmed his notion. "Very well, give me some time to prepare and I'll perform the alterations. In that time, fashion a visage you wish to take if you haven't already."
He exited the room as Cereza came to sit by me a bit closer, placing a hand on my own. "You understand what you are asking correct? The process is excruciating, and you will not come out unscathed, even at the hand of master necromancy." she warned, a look of concern on her face. "You have any idea of what your new body will look like?" she inquired.
"I do, inspired by my mother's description of my father." I answered, patting her hand. Nicoli returned dressed in his work attire for necromantic alterations. "If we are to do this, we need to move now while time is on our side." he encouraged, urging me to finish my tea and proceed to follow him.
I can't say that my nerves didn't get the better of me, as I prepared for the alterations. I knew it would not be as easy as I imagined, more so it would hurt more than anything, but it was something I would have to endure. As I laid on the table I closed my eyes, mentally thinking of what was to come next. I had to finish what I started with the Enlightened Ones, to ensure wherever that map led to, it remained from their hands.
Before the procedure began my father made me drink something, said it would help me sleep, make the alterations less strenuous on my body and psyche as experiencing something like that would no doubt scar my mind. As a mentalist, I couldn't have that so I guzzled it down and began to relax, to allow whatever it was to work without hindrance.
After some time he began, the sleep agent taking longer to take effect than I had anticipated. The initial cuts were nothing, but as he began to alter and change things the pain, the breaking felt like nothing I could describe. It was at the height of this pain and experience that everything went black. I could no longer feel my muscles ripping, the bones snapping, flesh being ripped from my body.
I don't remember much after I blacked out, only coming back into consciousness sometime later in the evening. I awoke to the peaceful humming of Cereza, her form sitting by my bed as I recovered. When she noticed I had awakened she paused her tune and approached, placing a gentle hand on mine.
"Good morning sleeping beauty. I can proudly say the surgery was a success. Your adoptive father is quite the artist in the way of necromancy." she began, pausing a bit as her eyes poured over my form. "It's eerily surreal how detailed he was, as you look like your father, with some alterations of course. His hair was a shimmering silver, yet you have black hair now. From the crown of your head to every toe on your feet is just as his were, he even managed to replicate your father's...endowments." she continued, almost blushing at the end of her sentence.
It made me chuckle a bit, as I sat up in my bed. ☠
"Common Tongue"
"Silvain Tongue"
"Cereza Tongue"
"Self-Thoughts"
