[Requiem - Johanna] Finale
For OOC reading pleasure only. Do not use the items herein for IC purposes.
"No, no. I remember it clearly. I was just telling Malachi to pack my red dress. You recall, the one I loved to dance in. I wanted to dance. I remember. I heard the music," Johanna argued with her reflection. The enormous mirror in front of her was ever-changing, rolling like waves over its sheer surface and distorting her twin's features.
You are wrong. He is dead. Your youngest blooded, destroyed. He is burning now. Flames lap at his bones. His wails and cries for his grandmother. He harmonizes with your daughter. Her face is scarred and wretched. She screams for you, calling your name. You killed them. Their blood is on your hands.
She raised her delicate hands and saw nothing but perfection. No drops of blood, no stains of the past. Johanna smiled and shook her head, "Nonsense. I was playing the music. Yes, that's it. Elisa was singing. Her voice is angelic, you know. And Leon sat with Franklin, discussing knightly things I am sure. They listened as we performed. Oh, they are all so beautiful."
You have left them all to rot. Lucien is overwhelmed; he had so little time with you. Do you not recall he had just awoken himself? And Franklin? He needed your guidance with the death of his mother; Arisella as well. Oh, and what of Suriel? Your last encounter with him was certainly not a joyful one. Anashka still does not know what to do of his mess. You did not even say goodbye to Charles or Michael or the others. They shall all fade now because you were not strong enough. They are corpses for the carrion crows.
Johanna's brow furrowed as she pondered the words of the creature before her. "You are some demon or ghost. You are not real. This is not real. My family is safe and well and wonderful! I shall go dancing with them this evening. Oh, how they dance. They are an orchestra, you know. Each exquisite individually, and together a masterful symphony. I love them all so much."
You used them for your own. You pushed and prodded them into little creatures you wanted them to be for your own manipulative purposes. You are the demon, as am I. Only, you are worse because you do not even realize the monster you are.
"What? No! They love me. They all love me. I am no monster. I am loved and adored and... and..." She had no words to explain the chord struck in her bosom.
You are not loved. You are hated and envied. They poster and pose to you to gain your favor so they might stab you in the throat and consume you. They mock you with lies of love. You do not know love. You have never known love, only deceit.
Alder Sutter trembled slightly and clutched her necklace. The pendant of her House Crest bit into her hand hard enough to leave the outline of the shield on her palm. "No... NO! William loves me. Dix, he loves me. Zaragosa loves me! They must!"
William destroyed your blood, cut it at the head like an animal. You pushed him too far. Dix left you, dropped you off like old baggage so he could be free again. You weighed him down. And Zaragosa? He wasn't even there. You made him too consumed with his own concerns to bother with yours. You did this to yourself.
She screamed. The volume of her wail shook the walls as she charged the mirror, slamming her fits into the copy of herself. It laughed at her as it shattered. Broken shards scattered over and around her, cutting her in a thousand places. Her vitae ran black and smelled of flowers. It coated the floor and soaked her skin.
A deep void filled Johanna, an emptiness so profound she could not even qualify it. "Where am I? What have I done?"
The hollow grasp of the Eclipse held tightly its prey.
"No, no. I remember it clearly. I was just telling Malachi to pack my red dress. You recall, the one I loved to dance in. I wanted to dance. I remember. I heard the music," Johanna argued with her reflection. The enormous mirror in front of her was ever-changing, rolling like waves over its sheer surface and distorting her twin's features.
You are wrong. He is dead. Your youngest blooded, destroyed. He is burning now. Flames lap at his bones. His wails and cries for his grandmother. He harmonizes with your daughter. Her face is scarred and wretched. She screams for you, calling your name. You killed them. Their blood is on your hands.
She raised her delicate hands and saw nothing but perfection. No drops of blood, no stains of the past. Johanna smiled and shook her head, "Nonsense. I was playing the music. Yes, that's it. Elisa was singing. Her voice is angelic, you know. And Leon sat with Franklin, discussing knightly things I am sure. They listened as we performed. Oh, they are all so beautiful."
You have left them all to rot. Lucien is overwhelmed; he had so little time with you. Do you not recall he had just awoken himself? And Franklin? He needed your guidance with the death of his mother; Arisella as well. Oh, and what of Suriel? Your last encounter with him was certainly not a joyful one. Anashka still does not know what to do of his mess. You did not even say goodbye to Charles or Michael or the others. They shall all fade now because you were not strong enough. They are corpses for the carrion crows.
Johanna's brow furrowed as she pondered the words of the creature before her. "You are some demon or ghost. You are not real. This is not real. My family is safe and well and wonderful! I shall go dancing with them this evening. Oh, how they dance. They are an orchestra, you know. Each exquisite individually, and together a masterful symphony. I love them all so much."
You used them for your own. You pushed and prodded them into little creatures you wanted them to be for your own manipulative purposes. You are the demon, as am I. Only, you are worse because you do not even realize the monster you are.
"What? No! They love me. They all love me. I am no monster. I am loved and adored and... and..." She had no words to explain the chord struck in her bosom.
You are not loved. You are hated and envied. They poster and pose to you to gain your favor so they might stab you in the throat and consume you. They mock you with lies of love. You do not know love. You have never known love, only deceit.
Alder Sutter trembled slightly and clutched her necklace. The pendant of her House Crest bit into her hand hard enough to leave the outline of the shield on her palm. "No... NO! William loves me. Dix, he loves me. Zaragosa loves me! They must!"
William destroyed your blood, cut it at the head like an animal. You pushed him too far. Dix left you, dropped you off like old baggage so he could be free again. You weighed him down. And Zaragosa? He wasn't even there. You made him too consumed with his own concerns to bother with yours. You did this to yourself.
She screamed. The volume of her wail shook the walls as she charged the mirror, slamming her fits into the copy of herself. It laughed at her as it shattered. Broken shards scattered over and around her, cutting her in a thousand places. Her vitae ran black and smelled of flowers. It coated the floor and soaked her skin.
A deep void filled Johanna, an emptiness so profound she could not even qualify it. "Where am I? What have I done?"
The hollow grasp of the Eclipse held tightly its prey.