...evermore.
Life being old, lonely and bored, tired of cycles and repetition, found her drug and his name was Luck. Luck single handedly wooed and enslaved her. He captivated her with his fortune, and subjugated her with misfortune. While she hated his abuse, she still always hoped for the times he'd smile on her. Like any addiction she pined for him, and hated herself for her obsessive need of his good graces. She was always trying to find his favor. Life did not need to seek Truth or Love, with Luck, both would find her. Truth and Love were mostly indifferent to Luck, but he would often send them to Life or take them away depending on his whim and goals. Luck had an almost absolute hand in everything except Fate whom he could only influence. Never sated with his power, he sought to usurp Fate's authority through his affair with Life, which Fate foresaw and created Death. Death limited Luck's control over life, but Luck tried to counter by manipulating Wisdom in attempt to usurp Death. Wisdom, being a trickster, wasn't exactly one to be manipulated, but Luck isn't wise, just fortunate. Wisdom sought to overthrow the natural order of things, wanting to restructure how Life works and end Luck's dictatorship. Luck thought he could simply use Wisdom to overthrow Fate. Fate, too absolute to feel threatened, was only moved by her own jealousy of Life who held Luck's attention. That jealousy forged my destiny with which Wisdom finally saw an opportunity. This opportunity created a conundrum for me, because it seemed no matter what I chose I was still a hopeless pawn in the pantheon's civil war. At many points I had considered entreating Death to take me so that I wouldn't be flung to the ends of existence like a ship lost at sea by the capricious whim of the divine -- a tool for their spite and vengeance. But I also knew if I didn't find a way to end this war the divine would persist and only I would suffer the loss.
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Contessa, having lived (as much as the undead can) a ridiculously long amount of time, found most things boring at best. Nyx, however, she found to be grotesquely annoying. She couldn't really fathom, or care, how such an unhinged being could be revered and worshipped as the goddess of the night. Nyx was oft the diety of choice for most Vampires. Meeting the goddess most would have thought to be an honor, but Contessa couldn't be more unenthused. Figuring out how to get Nyx to shut up had begun to preoccupy Contessa's mind, since ignoring the goddess didn't seem to work and even in Nyx's current weakened state Contessa was no match for her.
"You know Zion promised to marry him, right?" Nyx kept trying to engage Contessa.
"I think the better question is do I care? And the answer is: not even remotely. In fact, if we're going to talk about how little I care, it's not enough to even bother making an analogy. In general and specific nothing that comes out of your mouth is going to interest me unless it's that weird groan/exhale artificial dieties make when they lose their immortality #shutthestuckupcakes ." Contessa fired back while holding an enchanted clear piece of glass Zion had given her when they first met. It was a vehicle by which they could real time communicate as long as Zion was answering, because Zion often let their magical calls go to voicemail. Zion was indeed often busy, but also was prone to screen first, which is why she was pleasantly shocked when the lich actually picked up.
Nyx was incensed, but undaunted. Vampires worshipped her, she assumed Contessa's lack of reverence was rooted in jealousy. Who wouldn't be jealous of the divine? She really didn't miss a beat in her onesided conversation. She continued on as if Contessa hadn't even spoke.
Meanwhile, Contessa was trying to conversate with Zion. "Well I'm just wild about saffron and saffron's just wild about me," Zion sang as they answered the call from the enchanted piece of glass. The melody was a reference to where they first met. This was how Contessa knew it was them.
The surprise only lasted for a moment for Contessa who was immediately brought back to her senses, most notably her sense of hearing which was presently being assaulted by Nyx's blathering. "How do I get her to shut up?" Contessa blurted out to Zion without a hello.
Nyx, aware that Contessa wasn't listening to her started to just speak louder.
"You can hear that, right?" Contessa exclaimed to Zion exasperated.
"Ki sa ki moute dwe ale desann." Zion spoke calmly. The piece of glass Contessa was holding glowed like a piece of silver and then Nyx disappeared.
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Lucky's head perked up at attention and her ears went on alert. She had been curled up sleepily on Cerberus's chest as he rubbed her tiny back.
"What are you hearing?" He asked the suddenly awake chipmunk.
She chirped slowly and deliberately several times.
"That's interesting, right on time." Cerberus said as Lucky scuttled off and 2 fairies approached the cell he was in to escort him.
He recognized the fiery eyes glinting at him from one of them. He returned a knowing look and followed obediently. Whatever Zion was up to, he was just going to go along with it.