*Kaytlin has become incredibly busy so I have gotten her permission to continue the tale for the time being. Much love K, get back with us when you can.*
We Now Return to Our Regularly Scheduled Awesomeness...
Naz hated how she looked when she smoked. He found the act of smoking in itself to be utterly disgusting even though he had done it for longer than he could remember. When he no longer needed his lungs to function he was not sad to see it go. More habit than anything, he found other ways to sate his oral fixation. Mostly he would just grind his teeth. His companions hated the sound, it was like two mountains scraping against one another. He did it often. He did it when he was angry, happy, stressed or just when the mood struck him. He enjoyed making others miserable. It was part of the reason that he traveled alone now. His taste for company had left him shortly after the events of the Reckoning.
He hated when she smoked because she was still beautiful. He hated her beauty. He hated their past.
"Come" she spoke, with smoke trailing from her lips. From his vantage it appeared that the blue-grey smoke was coming from her eyes as well.
Vain Whore...he thought to himself. Using your gifts for aesthetic appeal. How...immature. How...alluring.
Damn You. Damn all of you. Why couldn't you have just left me to myself? Why did you have to come and find me now...after all we went through and everything that we lost. If only there was a way to make it all right again. Well, as right as it could be. Something so broken can only be mended a finite amount of times before it shatters away into dust and ash. This world is no Phoenix.
He followed her through the alley. He sloshed through the muck as she seemed to float just above the surface. He couldn't stop thinking about Talyn and what he had said. If the Aspect of Madness had come out of hiding who else would soon make an appearance? How long before Rage appeared or Deception? It didn't matter to him truly, the only one that he was wary of was the Damnable Doctor that Nischa felt the need to grant the gift too. Atrocities that never should have seen the light of day were what that man, if you could call him that, had given this world. Uncontrollable abominations with otherworldly hungers and prone to escaping the Well in which he called home. It was impossible for the man to keep a low profile, always needing fresh material to work with. He was wasteful and careless. Nischa had commissioned Kallibur to watch over him but even he was driven Strange over time. Now instead of being a warden and watch keeper he was more the gatherer of the damned. To think of what the Doctor had done to his own wife and child...
She stopped at the end of the alley and was drawing a door on the wall with a Green Glowing Finger. When she was finished, she reached her hand to her mouth, spoke a word into a closed fist and placed it upon the form of the door. The drawing vanished leaving only a swirling red ether.
It had been a long time since Naz had stepped into this Abyss. He was going home again. He was going to see his Brothers.
"If you don't hurry, I will not hesitate to shove you through. You will not find my touch to be...kind." she glared, clearly impatient.
"Continue to speak to me in that tone, wench, and I will teach you everything I have learned about being unkind. Rest assured, I will keep you occupied for some time". he spat.
"Promises, Promises."
They stepped into the swirling madness.
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