It isn’t often that a call is so powerful to Vri that he is summoned from his normal duties. And even less common that he should be called into the realm of Emea by a mortal. Into a dream. He could have ignored it - no mortal held such sway over an Immortal that they would be forced to answer their summons. Yet Faith’s plea had been so powerful, so desperate, that the Immortal of Love and Remembrance felt as if he had had no choice.
The scene into which he materialised, slow and silent, could be described as nothing less than horrifying. There, prone on the floor, as a sightless, motionless man. Knelt above him was the mortal girl, Faith, the slave who was now only just beginning to have a taste of life… and Aelig. The Immortal was disguised, yet Vri knew instantly who he was faced with. The foul stench of the black aura had engulfed the room, making it obvious who was wearing the face of Tristan Venora.
“Enough.” He spoke loudly and clearly, in a tone which left no room for argument. Aelig’s hand stilled and he turned, a sneer falling onto his face upon realising who had appeared. “Release him, Aelig.” Uninvolved in the war, Vri was not aware of any plot or machinations. He did not know what interest Aelig had in the girl, nor was he particularly keen that he should appear to chose a side in the endless war between the Immortals. Yet he had always commanded a certain kind of respect from his kin, for he shared not the judgemental qualities of those he was often in the company of. He did not incite Aelig to further rage and reaction.
Instinct told him that Aelig’s actions here would be just one of the many battles involved in the war. He did not know. But Faith’s call was enough to spur him on, to confront the erratic Immortal and to stay his hand.
Yet.. there was something else. As he watched the scene, where Aelig silently reversed the Illusion upon Padraig and stood, Vri frowned. He could sense something with them, and he approached the three warily. “Don’t you have some other soul to torture elsewhere?” He murmured quietly, as he passed his kin. To his surprise, Aelig conceded; the other Immortal had clearly had his fun. A moment lated, the suffocating atmosphere of the room dissipated, leaving Vri to look over the two mortals on the floor. Moments passed, and her watched their reunion. He understood why he had been called, and why the call had been so powerful. Aelig was wrong, when he spoke of their love.
Eventually, he regretfully interrupted the pair. His wonder was evident because, he could feel something beyond the love these two shared. There was a third, and a connection between the three. It was not love, not yet. It was too new and too shocking and painful to be love. But… whatever it was, it was enough that Vri felt it. It had the potential to be.
Kneeling down too, he faced the woman. After a moment’s hesitation, and looking at both parties in permission, he rested his hand on the woman’s lower torso. And he felt it. Gently, far gentler than the removal of the illusion had been trials previously, Vri’s touch nullified Aelig’s illusion on the girl. He inhaled sharply as he realised the truth, and his frown deepened as he stared at Padraig, and then at Faith.
The Immortal said nothing, however, merely smiling softly, sadly at the pair. And then he, too, disappeared.
The scene into which he materialised, slow and silent, could be described as nothing less than horrifying. There, prone on the floor, as a sightless, motionless man. Knelt above him was the mortal girl, Faith, the slave who was now only just beginning to have a taste of life… and Aelig. The Immortal was disguised, yet Vri knew instantly who he was faced with. The foul stench of the black aura had engulfed the room, making it obvious who was wearing the face of Tristan Venora.
“Enough.” He spoke loudly and clearly, in a tone which left no room for argument. Aelig’s hand stilled and he turned, a sneer falling onto his face upon realising who had appeared. “Release him, Aelig.” Uninvolved in the war, Vri was not aware of any plot or machinations. He did not know what interest Aelig had in the girl, nor was he particularly keen that he should appear to chose a side in the endless war between the Immortals. Yet he had always commanded a certain kind of respect from his kin, for he shared not the judgemental qualities of those he was often in the company of. He did not incite Aelig to further rage and reaction.
Instinct told him that Aelig’s actions here would be just one of the many battles involved in the war. He did not know. But Faith’s call was enough to spur him on, to confront the erratic Immortal and to stay his hand.
Yet.. there was something else. As he watched the scene, where Aelig silently reversed the Illusion upon Padraig and stood, Vri frowned. He could sense something with them, and he approached the three warily. “Don’t you have some other soul to torture elsewhere?” He murmured quietly, as he passed his kin. To his surprise, Aelig conceded; the other Immortal had clearly had his fun. A moment lated, the suffocating atmosphere of the room dissipated, leaving Vri to look over the two mortals on the floor. Moments passed, and her watched their reunion. He understood why he had been called, and why the call had been so powerful. Aelig was wrong, when he spoke of their love.
Eventually, he regretfully interrupted the pair. His wonder was evident because, he could feel something beyond the love these two shared. There was a third, and a connection between the three. It was not love, not yet. It was too new and too shocking and painful to be love. But… whatever it was, it was enough that Vri felt it. It had the potential to be.
Kneeling down too, he faced the woman. After a moment’s hesitation, and looking at both parties in permission, he rested his hand on the woman’s lower torso. And he felt it. Gently, far gentler than the removal of the illusion had been trials previously, Vri’s touch nullified Aelig’s illusion on the girl. He inhaled sharply as he realised the truth, and his frown deepened as he stared at Padraig, and then at Faith.
The Immortal said nothing, however, merely smiling softly, sadly at the pair. And then he, too, disappeared.
