|Consequences of a Moment's Weakness
Author: Obsidian Tigress PM
Her choices were duty or love. She could've choosen whichever she wanted, but their are consequences for not choosing correctly. ***COMPLETE***Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Fantasy/Drama - Words: 1,107 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-01-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2759059
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Consequences of a Moment's Weakness
I don't know why I was surprised... I knew what would happen as soon as I decided to forsake my duties, but still... I thought I would have more time. I didn't think they would attack me so quickly, nor did I think they would send Him. My crimes didn't warrant his presence... his punishment. Dead. I'm dead. No one could out run him. No once could hide from him. No one could defeat him in battle, he was the most elite warrior in the kingdom.
I couldn't believe that they sent Him just because I had a moment of weakness. Okay, maybe it was more than a moment, but I couldn't help it. For once, I wanted to know what it felt like to be normal. I knew better than to make contact with mortals. Especially mortal men, but this one had caught my interest. He was a carpenter, an artist. He could create the most beautiful things with wood and a knife. I was surprised at how easily he accepted me. It can't be normal to encounter a being with wings, he thought I was an angel. I didn't bother to correct him, he thought I was beautiful and that made me happy.
I didn't think anyone would notice my absence for a few hours, but of course, I was wrong. I was found out, and after hearing my punishment, I decided that the best course of action would be to leave. I could live a normal life with my mortal man. I tried to go to him, but they got to him first. His memory of me was completely wiped, and worse, he no longer saw me as a beautiful angel, he saw me as a hell born succubus. It was almost worse than having killed him to spite me. He feared me now, hated me. My chance at happiness was gone. Stolen because for even a few moments, I chose love over duty and now I was being punished.
He had found me quickly enough. Hiding in a cave. I knew with him this close running wouldn't do me any good, and I didn't cherish the thought of dying like a coward. I knew what sins I had committed and I knew the consequences of my actions. I was not afraid. If I had to face Death then I would face him with my chin held high and my sword swinging. I had readied myself, as much as one could against such a foe, and was their to greet him on a make-shift platform when he first entered.
"Desideridus, what brings you to this side of Modgnik? I would have thought that one such as you would find yourself too influential to be seen in such meager settings." Unsurprisingly, he didn't say anything.
Desideridus, also know as Death, was very much like his name. Quiet, unassuming, and frightening. No one knew much about him, including what he looked like. He always wore that robe, and even if by some chance someone was able to knock it off from him, he always wore a skin tight cloth underneath so that all you saw were his eyes. Amber. A deep amber that made his eyes glow, and him seem all the more frightening.
I was frightened. He knew it. I knew it. But if he knew anything about me, then he also knew I wouldn't let that stop me from fighting him. With a glare of defiance towards him, I made my move and launched myself towards where he was standing. Where he had been standing. He disappeared. A cut across my back answered where he was. Quickly pivoting, I feinted towards the right and struck with my left sword. I managed to slice his robe and nothing else, but that small victory put an arrogant smile on my face.
"What's wrong Desi? Getting slow in your old age?" I taunted as he came at me in a blur, slicing open my right arm. A scream of pain left me despite myself. Okay, that hurt. My mom always told me that that smart mouth of mine would get me into trouble. I always hated it when she turned out to be right. Nevertheless, I couldn't afford to lose this fight. Not if I wanted to live.
With a warrior's scream, I rushed at him, sword at my side, bringing it up to clash against his. He humored me for a bit, actually making me think I could win, but evidently he became tired of playing with and got serious.
With a mighty push, he flung me backwards and came at me with such a speed that it was breath taking. I had no defense. He was too fast. He sliced open my left arm. Slashed my thighs up. Pierced my stomach. Cut after cut appeared on my body in mere seconds. The pain was indescribable. Without even realizing it, I had dropped to the floor, too weak to continue to stand. Desiderius stood over me, features shadowed. I hated the way he stood over me. As if he were superior. Before I could think and give away my intention, I lifted my torso up just enough to swipe at him with my sword.
Success! I managed to cut his robe, and judging by the tip of my blade, even managed to nick him. I let a smirk fill my face. I could tell he was mad even though I couldn't see his expression. I opened my mouth to give a cocky response, but before I could utter anything his foot came down and I was unconscious.
So now here I lay. Broken, bloodied, ripped, and battered; awaiting my execution. I thought back to my mortal man. Valerius. He may hate me now, but I would always relish the memories of him as he held me in his arms, as he would carve me little animals figures just to make me smile, as he gathered flowers for me. A smile came to my face. I would die, but I wouldn't regret it. For a few weeks, I had know the love of a good man who saw me for who I was instead of what I could do. It was enough for me to hold my head up and walk proudly to my death, as they called me to the execution board.
Author's Note: This is based off a couple drawings my cousin sent to me. Just a short story.