Thread: The Divine Punishment [TriniMad & darkest_fate]

Will you miss us? ... No. It was true Raelynn wouldn't miss them, none of them in fact. They had been interesting, fun, maybe even satisfying people at times, but she had never felt any connection to the rest of the heroes who had saved the world with her. Actually, correction she saved the world and they came along with her. After all, Raelynn was the one who had struck the final decisive blow, and without her, none of them would be standing there, pretending to be sorrowful of her departure. In fact, she had a suspicion they were the ones who decided that she should be the one to be sacrificed to the demons. It was from one of the prophetess that they needed to sacrifice her in order to prevent the world's balance from slipping apart Raelynn, spellsword of light and fury, was the perfect sacrificial lamb to put at the doorstep of the demon. At first, when she received the news, she couldn't believe it let's give the heroine over to the enemy, sounds like a great idea! However, once she demanded the truth from the great oracle herself, it was enough to sober and calm the indignant annoyance within Raelynn. So it had to be done, and a hero's duty was never over. One by one, they gave their farewells to her some with what looked suspiciously like genuine tears in their eyes as they hugged her tight and others with just a brush of a hug and a tight smile. Raelynn was well-aware that she was not popular with the others, not in the least. Some of them eyed her body, the seemingly scandalous way she dressed Raelynn reasoned it to being that she needed all the flexibility she could to control the battlefield, and the lust that they had for her. Others had only brewing irritation towards her, and they were right to be just so Raelynn even proudly proclaimed herself as a frosty bitch. She bowed and obeyed no one, and while she was no leader material, she purposely never listened to what any of the other heroes would try to suggest to her. The last one, a large muscular man whom she had spent maybe a few lusty nights touching and going so far as to please each other with their mouths, was probably the most reluctant to let her go. He even tried a kiss, but once Raelynn smelled the pungent scent of cheap wine on his breath, all he got was a hard slap across the cheek that left him roaring with laughter as she turned and walked away. Away from the life she once had, the fame that was sung of her. Raelynn had no doubt they would continue to sing about her, changing what was needed to make her more pleasing to the general public and the later generations a sweet beautiful girl who stood for righteousness and wielded her light magic in the name of good. Absolute bullshit , but what could she do now? She was going to die. The journey was short and effortless, made in part by her magic that allowed for her to step right on the edge of the demon's territory that her light would come to. What her gaze fell on was exactly what Raelynn had been expecting all brooding, dangerous, intimidating, and strangely, slightly beautiful. Tall pointed spires in intense brilliant colors jutting towards the dark sky would be enough to make any normal person feel uneasy and wish to leave instead, she stepped closer and closer, the large gates of the lair looming over her head. Of course, she had heard the tales of Deathwing. The fantastically and impossibly frightening demon that was used to terrorize the nightmares of children, and whose form and power was lusted over by several cults before they were put down in the aftermath of the battle over their world. But here she was, and really, all she could hope for was that she could possibly cut him down before he did to her. That wasn't too impossible now, was it? Raelynn had taken down a god before, so what was a demon instead? The difference was she had no friends, no allies, nothing right now. Just herself, her magic, and her sword, Sappros. Hey! she tested, yelling up at the closed gates. How else was she supposed to announce herself? There was hardly a handy doorknob to knock, and Raelynn doubted the demon had any pleasantries for manners. Hey! Deathwing! Once again, she tried and gritted her teeth afterwards, finding that her voice sounded strangely small and weak at the base of this giant fortress. And Raelynn hated feeling weak whatsoever. This called for more drastic measures. Summoning up a crackling and lively ball of energy in her hand, the spellsword hurled it at the gate with a strong throw of her arm. It was to her satisfaction that she watched it slam against the barrier and leave a dark charred mark, enough to get a slight smirk curling onto the corner of her lips her magic was still strong as it ever was even in the demon's realm, and she wasn't going to give it up any time soon without a fight.