Post by Azalea on Mar 14, 2016 22:17:43 GMT -5
((Decoii. Sorry it's late, I woke up late.))
The hospital bed was stiff and hard. No matter how much Azalea tried, she couldn't seem to warm it up either- and she refused the heated blanket. She didn't want to know what one of those felt like considering her sensitivity to touch as well as everything else. It seemed like it had been weeks since she had first wandered in here, but more than likely, it was just a couple of days. Aza wasn't frankly aware considering how much she was sleeping.
That poison really did a number on her.
Shame that whatever it was? Negated most of her blessed immunity to the things she saw. She kept trying to say it was the medicine, but she knew the truth. The poison put something in her blood that tainted even her Blessed nature and made her see them. Thankfully, the hospital room had become a form of refuge. She barely saw them here in her waking hours, or, she didn't see them as often as she had roaming around at least. That was something, right?
However, that was a double edged sword in and of itself. As she slept? She was trapped across the veil, her mind consumed by another world that they were trying to steal her into. Normally, Lily would wake her up during such dreams. The woman wasn't known for her ability to comfort anyone, but Lily certainly had a habit of knowing something was wrong, especially when it came to this sort of thing...but she was still in her own world with the Elves. Azalea had gotten sent back from there as well, having left to fight there too. Two wars in three years, fun. Resulting in no Lily and a hospital bed that seemed to hate her.
Azalea lay in bed, her head nodding as she began to doze and finally sleep. Sad, really.
Her eyes opened to her body surrounded by red and black. The satin sheets wrapped around her oh so delicately, it was almost disgusting. It left her wondering how the hell this was a version of purgatory...but she stood as the equivalent of a princess. Even as a warrior, drenched in blood, she was treated as royalty amongst these...beasts.
Vaguely, as she laid there with a feeling of distaste, she wondered about her fate if she should die on that hospital bed. She would likely wander and be tortured with all the other souls here. She would be nothing, a disgusting worm that had done nothing but destroy in her life. Known in the Kings and Queens of this realm, they would likely have the ones she sent down here torture her. Irony, one of their better skills. Oddly though? She would be more at home being tortured forever than what the demons offered her.
"You going to lay in here forever, Aza?"
The voice was feminine. Gwen. Figured.
War's little pet. Similar to how Angus had his little demon pet, War had his little human pet. A woman that was accepted into War's ranks and became his little side piece, willingly. Azalea personally found it disgusting. What made matters worse, in death, the woman became more than just human. She was...something else. There were many words for her and yet none fit. The powers that she possessed because of her role and who she was were enough to make Azalea tear her hair out.
"I told you not to call me that."
"Alright, Azalea, just know that laying there's not going to get you out of anything. You're in a goddamn hospital, War will put you in a comma if you don't get your ass moving."
Azalea growled, rolling out of bed and running her hand through her hair. Today, as War had told her the previous night, they were walking purgatory- or rather, a parade, for her. War had definitely taken ever chance the poison gave him in trying to convince her to come over to their side. It was more irritating than anything. It was like the Devil gave up ruling over hell in order to become a salesman that didn't take no for a goddamn answer.
So...she got the formalities done with. It was becoming routine, and she hated every second of it and she longed for when this poison would be out of her system. They had forged her armor, unlike anything humanity could ever make but much like the armor that Lily wore- armor for a god.
This armor was light but almost...decorative. Aza had always wore leathers that were rejected by the Blessed. This was true metal, a gold with black detailing. The lighting of this place, the fire, made it look like lava though. Or perhaps it was just the armor, Azalea couldn't tell. In a way, she was reminded of the dragon's armor for Lily's realm. The claws on the gauntlet, the spikes on her knuckles, the scale like pattern...it was impressive, she couldn't lie, but she was disgusted by it. Either way, she was forced to wear it.
Gwen put it on her, and that was a fiasco in and of it self. Azalea found herself growling the entire time.
And then they walked.
The entire 'team' that War had assembled over his centuries as the embodiment. A human, a shade, two demons, a Minotaur-like creature, War...and a shifter. All the others were well established. The embodiment of War and his generals: Deceit (Gwen), Struggle, Malevolence, Discord, Gladiator. The last one on his list? Well, apparently those in this realm have taken to calling her War's princess or Judgement.
This 'walk/parade' was to 'introduce' her to the populace. So, that's what they did. They were shambled souls, tortured, bloody, and in rags. However, this was a break from their normal 'lives', so there were many of them that were oddly happy about it. Some of them were having a rest for the first time in centuries, depending on what their lives were like on earth. Some of them? This was the first thing that they had found in centuries. For others...? This was just the first day that they weren't milling around a town constantly filled with the stench of death and rotting corpses.
Either way, it was an occasion that rarely happened, and it obviously piqued curiosity considering it was mandatory to attend.
Azalea kept her head high, like everyone out of the group. The others kept their head high because of the power that they felt over these people, Azalea? She kept her head high because they deserved what they were getting. All of them were here for a reason. Part of her felt as if she shouldn't keep her head too high because she would die and join them but she had always known that a happy afterlife was not the end for her. She walked calmly, right beside War, where he wanted her. The crowds were formed on both sides of the mock town that these people lived in. The fires reflected off of her armor and her hair whipped around behind her. They made her leave it down.
"This is pointless." She growled, looking over at War. "You are dragging me through here, knowing I will never become your heir."
"Things change, pup."
The hospital bed was stiff and hard. No matter how much Azalea tried, she couldn't seem to warm it up either- and she refused the heated blanket. She didn't want to know what one of those felt like considering her sensitivity to touch as well as everything else. It seemed like it had been weeks since she had first wandered in here, but more than likely, it was just a couple of days. Aza wasn't frankly aware considering how much she was sleeping.
That poison really did a number on her.
Shame that whatever it was? Negated most of her blessed immunity to the things she saw. She kept trying to say it was the medicine, but she knew the truth. The poison put something in her blood that tainted even her Blessed nature and made her see them. Thankfully, the hospital room had become a form of refuge. She barely saw them here in her waking hours, or, she didn't see them as often as she had roaming around at least. That was something, right?
However, that was a double edged sword in and of itself. As she slept? She was trapped across the veil, her mind consumed by another world that they were trying to steal her into. Normally, Lily would wake her up during such dreams. The woman wasn't known for her ability to comfort anyone, but Lily certainly had a habit of knowing something was wrong, especially when it came to this sort of thing...but she was still in her own world with the Elves. Azalea had gotten sent back from there as well, having left to fight there too. Two wars in three years, fun. Resulting in no Lily and a hospital bed that seemed to hate her.
Azalea lay in bed, her head nodding as she began to doze and finally sleep. Sad, really.
Her eyes opened to her body surrounded by red and black. The satin sheets wrapped around her oh so delicately, it was almost disgusting. It left her wondering how the hell this was a version of purgatory...but she stood as the equivalent of a princess. Even as a warrior, drenched in blood, she was treated as royalty amongst these...beasts.
Vaguely, as she laid there with a feeling of distaste, she wondered about her fate if she should die on that hospital bed. She would likely wander and be tortured with all the other souls here. She would be nothing, a disgusting worm that had done nothing but destroy in her life. Known in the Kings and Queens of this realm, they would likely have the ones she sent down here torture her. Irony, one of their better skills. Oddly though? She would be more at home being tortured forever than what the demons offered her.
"You going to lay in here forever, Aza?"
The voice was feminine. Gwen. Figured.
War's little pet. Similar to how Angus had his little demon pet, War had his little human pet. A woman that was accepted into War's ranks and became his little side piece, willingly. Azalea personally found it disgusting. What made matters worse, in death, the woman became more than just human. She was...something else. There were many words for her and yet none fit. The powers that she possessed because of her role and who she was were enough to make Azalea tear her hair out.
"I told you not to call me that."
"Alright, Azalea, just know that laying there's not going to get you out of anything. You're in a goddamn hospital, War will put you in a comma if you don't get your ass moving."
Azalea growled, rolling out of bed and running her hand through her hair. Today, as War had told her the previous night, they were walking purgatory- or rather, a parade, for her. War had definitely taken ever chance the poison gave him in trying to convince her to come over to their side. It was more irritating than anything. It was like the Devil gave up ruling over hell in order to become a salesman that didn't take no for a goddamn answer.
So...she got the formalities done with. It was becoming routine, and she hated every second of it and she longed for when this poison would be out of her system. They had forged her armor, unlike anything humanity could ever make but much like the armor that Lily wore- armor for a god.
This armor was light but almost...decorative. Aza had always wore leathers that were rejected by the Blessed. This was true metal, a gold with black detailing. The lighting of this place, the fire, made it look like lava though. Or perhaps it was just the armor, Azalea couldn't tell. In a way, she was reminded of the dragon's armor for Lily's realm. The claws on the gauntlet, the spikes on her knuckles, the scale like pattern...it was impressive, she couldn't lie, but she was disgusted by it. Either way, she was forced to wear it.
Gwen put it on her, and that was a fiasco in and of it self. Azalea found herself growling the entire time.
And then they walked.
The entire 'team' that War had assembled over his centuries as the embodiment. A human, a shade, two demons, a Minotaur-like creature, War...and a shifter. All the others were well established. The embodiment of War and his generals: Deceit (Gwen), Struggle, Malevolence, Discord, Gladiator. The last one on his list? Well, apparently those in this realm have taken to calling her War's princess or Judgement.
This 'walk/parade' was to 'introduce' her to the populace. So, that's what they did. They were shambled souls, tortured, bloody, and in rags. However, this was a break from their normal 'lives', so there were many of them that were oddly happy about it. Some of them were having a rest for the first time in centuries, depending on what their lives were like on earth. Some of them? This was the first thing that they had found in centuries. For others...? This was just the first day that they weren't milling around a town constantly filled with the stench of death and rotting corpses.
Either way, it was an occasion that rarely happened, and it obviously piqued curiosity considering it was mandatory to attend.
Azalea kept her head high, like everyone out of the group. The others kept their head high because of the power that they felt over these people, Azalea? She kept her head high because they deserved what they were getting. All of them were here for a reason. Part of her felt as if she shouldn't keep her head too high because she would die and join them but she had always known that a happy afterlife was not the end for her. She walked calmly, right beside War, where he wanted her. The crowds were formed on both sides of the mock town that these people lived in. The fires reflected off of her armor and her hair whipped around behind her. They made her leave it down.
"This is pointless." She growled, looking over at War. "You are dragging me through here, knowing I will never become your heir."
"Things change, pup."