Thread: For the Love of a Goddess (MilitairyWalker X LeatrixSage)

Whoever had entered his room that day would have thought he had a seizzure. The normally so peaceful Neilla lay thrashing and heaving on the bamboo matress sprawled out on the hard wooden floor of his small confindment. Neilla was known for roaming the halls of his monastery without saying a word, nor making eye contact with anyone. Long had he completed his training and was an honered recruit of the deity army, as they called themselves. Neilla and his fellow 'soldiers' all praised the god Aatrox and the hell siren named Meredith . While the two weren't together they made an unbeatable team. Meredith herself turning on her sex and feeling it was her duty to help Aatrox in his quest by submitting all females to the stronger race. It was Meredith especially who was disgusted by female figures of power, the name Aphrodite alone made Meredith's eyes burn and temper rise above hell's standards. Just that hatred had Neilla experienced that night, his dreams occupied by the voice of Aatrox, ordering Neilla to do Aatrox a favour. There seemed to be some sanctuary, desolate place where Merciful Goddess was being praised. Despite his own disgust, Neilla felt the burning hatred and fury of Meredith rush through his body like a fever. Nestling itself in his veins as he went send out to destroy said Goddess. Of course he wasn't fit to fight any god or goddess, nor was he capable of destroying an entire town with his bare hands. Yet he was send on a mission, a quest to infiltrate and hit the temple where it hurt. Appearantly a girl needed to be taken out, for what reason Neilla didn't know, asking that question wasn't even on his mind as he woke from his vision and immediatly started on his first assignment. The fevorious temperature did not go away, neither did it bother him. Mixing dust with mud from outside and wooden splinters, which he managed to scrape off of his floor by grinding stones into it, together in a bowl made a coloured substance which would tone his body in such a way it didn't stand out as foreign. When he had covered his tatoo , as he was told by Aatrox, he was barely able to see the difference in skin colour. Nodding in appreciation, Neilla gathered what he thought neccesairy for his short trip. He was to enter barren, yet Aatrox would ensure of that... what it meant was unclear to Neilla, yet he boarded the first boat he could and ordered anyone off of the ship. It's captain refused to leave, which left Neilla no choice but the sail with the man of authority until he was told differently. Tired from his restless night, and hasty work, Neilla rested against the ship's cabin until his head slumbed to the side and his vision again returned. This time there wasn't even an image, just a green mist with a whisper, a female whisper. Noble soldier.... by the power of the sirens I will ensure your trip to the island, but it won't go without a sacrifice... A thunderous lightning bolt snapped Neilla awake, anxious whether he had missed part of the message due to his awakening, Neilla felt even warmer than before as his body temperature seemed to rise above human limits. Another electric strike coloured the horizon and Neilla was just able to see how the captain was blasted into cold water by the impact of some tidal wave. A mere second later, Neilla was propelled through the air, landing head first in the freezing water as his vision blacked out. When he awoke, his body collided with sand and rocks. Neilla wasn't able to stand nor move, yet he could sense he was awake. Fearing parallysis, his mind was eased by yet another whisper. You've reached your destination soldier... await your oppurtunity and strike. Inside I won't be able to reach you due to the Goddesses wards, come to this shorr every night to see whether we have instructions. Now GO! That last word hit Neilla like the lightningbolts he had witnessed before blacking out. He was now certain that the high siren had somehow tempered his body, possibly made it a vessel for her power. The rage being too much for him to handle, his mind again blacked out until he was somewhere inside. Neilla had sensed he wasn't back in his monastery, sensed it hadn't all been a dream. Neilla awoke on a bed, words he could not comprehend filling his ears, yet having an unexplicable working on his body. The sounds seemed to anger and burn inside of him, the pain becomming too much to bear in his sleep had caused him to wake. Moving his head to the side he noticed a girl on the floor, she was the source of these sounds, she needed to be stopped. Opening his mouth Neilla couldn't bring forth more sound than a grunt of pain, yet the long drawn complaint could potentially attract her attention, snapping her from her singing as it seemed.