MONARCHS
Written on October 13, 2024 (♎︎)
Author's Notes: Written for Whumptober 2024 for prompt No. 13: Team as Family (Familial Curse).
Ageless and unyielding, the vessel of the high seraph still maintained some trace of its life before–still recalled the memories and whims of the young maiden, who had once held the lowliest rank among her house. Alma was never able to usurp Her actions, but there were moments where she felt herself drawn closer to the surface of their joint being–when she could perceive the new world She was crafting around her.
Smoke. Offal. Blood. Fire. These things were now commonplace, and she had to take them in with the stoic resignation left to the helpless. Ajora’s kingdom had come, and all things were to be remade–stripped down to their component parts and rebuilt in the image She demanded. The children of House Beoulve were no exception. She had learned to still her dread now to see her brothers: one’s body–like hers–given over to the Lucavi’s unearthly fire, one’s forever cold as the grave.
Ramza, she thought at times, had been wise to die properly.
In the moments where they stood together–goddess, warlock, general–she wondered if Dycedarg felt anything for the fulfillment of so many past ambitions. How should he take it that they should at last be monarchs undisputed?
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