Re: Chapter 7: A Ghastly Discovery
Death had been a sweet release for the dirty little man who once walked the earth and answered to the name 'Ben Scritos' with a nervous glance over his shoulder and a neurotic need to know where all the exits were.
His life had always been one of small victories and catastrophic failures, his death had simply been the pungent punchline of the bad joke he knew himself to be the butt of, but never really saw the humor in.
The faint scent of ruby and grey, the subtle sound of a sunset...
The first call back to life, he resisted.
"I will be your whipping boy no longer Avandra. Luck favors the bold, you promised, but when was luck ever my friend?" He spat out the word luck, that foul, fickle bitch to whom he had dedicated his life. That bitch which had <u>cost</i> him his life.
He moved further away from the land of life, the taste of entropy sweet between his teeth, soothing as he sucked it's cold sweetness down into his lungs. His anger would sustain him in the darkness between the stars for many years, of that he was certain.
A shadow flitted between him, the subtle difference of black on black lost on his eyes, but not on his heart.
The flutter of wings... what was that oddly flavored image in his mind? Bethany?
He hesitated, glanced over his shoulder, paused a moment longer, then began continued his journey.
Again the sound of wings, the flavor of darkness shifted, took on tone, texture changed tense forward, then back, the sideways. Confusion filled his mind, and found himself forbidden the escape he thought he had wanted.
Avandra has forsaken you, but I never shall, Ben Scritos. Return to me, be my agent in the lands of men, chose the soothing darkness of the Raven Queens embrace.
He struggled a moment longer, then surrendered to the will of the Goddess, but more importantly to Ben, he surrendered to the will and wishes of his sister. She who had risked everything to bring him back, she who had bargained with a goddess to give him this second chance, his sweet Bethany.
Sure she had a stick up her ass, but blood was blood, and his began to surge thru his veins once again, warm, vibrant, and dark...