Immortal Sins [Inactive]

Emma smirked, nodding. She held back a snicker at the magazine before sobering. "Got it." she stated, standing up. "Alright, let's go."
 
"Aye-aye, chief." Token saluted, then picked up her crutches and used them to ease herself up off of the table she was sitting on, "This is probably going to fail misera- ahh!"


Token's eyes widened, as she waited for the others to receive the message she was currently hearing.


- - -


Over 500 years. That's how long she had been dead.


Ira gazed down at her hand, which glowed an unnatural shade of red. Like she was on fire. Her beautiful blonde hair, which she had treasured, had been replaced with hideous orange locks that burned her when she touched them.


They had done this to her.


The one who heard voices, Nathan. The far to happy Emma. Nikola, the deadpan snarker. Nefertiti, who acted more preoccupied with parties than battle. Annoying Token. That other girl who sang.


They were going to pay. Every. Last. One. Of. Them.


She had had a lot of time to think since she had been resurrected. She wanted them to know she was hunting them down.


So, dredging up her most primordial rage and ancient magic she had learned from Superbia, she sent a message to all immortals. It was her first sermon as the new Ira.


And it felt great.


"Hello, children. How have you been? I've been really busy being dead. You know, after you murdered me. Now, you're lucky. Most people would hold a grudge for years, but no. Not me. I'm willing to put that all behind us. Just join me. Pledge your pitiful allegence to Ira, your new Goddess. Serve me until your last breath. Then I will spare you. If you don't, however"


She raised her head, and smiled for the first time in centuries. Golden magma dripping from her teeth, and she laughed. It was hoarse, as her voice hadn't be used in what felt like eons, but it was a laugh. Then, she continued,


"If you don't, well, I won't show mercy and give you the chance to die. I'll make sure you suffer for what you did to me. I'll burn the flesh from your bones, then grind you into dust. And once you can't move, or talk, or even think because of the pain, I'll blow you into the wind. Like a dandelion. And you will become the dirt from which I will build my new world."
 
Nathan bent over, the pain bouncing around in all the corners of his head. He'd tried to tell them, warn them, that she was back. It apparently wasn't enough, the Defiled Goddess had to tell them herself. The Axe glowed and trembled as the speech went on, wanting to rejoin it's mother. 'I can't allow this version of her to live. We have to destroy her, once and for all.' he thought.
 
"W-was that really...her?" Token wondered aloud in disbelief, shuddering at the implications of the speech.
 
Even Nikola had flinched slightly at Ira's words, but had soon returned to her typical, haughtily bored state. "In case you hadn't noticed, we haven't got the time to discuss this now. Since you lot insist on taking the hard way out, we had best get moving."
 
Emma winced shaking her head before shooting a glare at Nikola. "We're taking the safe way out, smart aleck." she shot. "Come on, we need to hurry." she stated, trying not to think on what she'd just heard.
 
"All right, Nathan," Nefertiti said when he commanded her to take the others somewhere with food and water. She rolled her eyes as she said it, until a strange burning sensation took a hold of her mind. It was Ira. The ancient woman wouldn't have to introduce herself for the part of her that was still Superbia to know. The immortal that she had been reincarnated from called out to the woman, guilty and sorrowful. Chills raced down Nefertiti's spine. She actually wanted to join Ira. She also knew the other's didn't. She kept this information to herself, figuring her companions would off her in that moment. "Well, that was. . .unnerving," Nefertiti said truthfully. "Okay, I know of a safe house not far from here. It'll take a couple of ancient mutterings to get us in, but it'll do. Ever heard of those weird ruins?"
 
"Lets go." Token uneasily replied, glancing around nervously. She hadn't been this nervous since, well, the last time she had seen Ira. It had been but a minute, but she remembered it in perfect clarity.


The acrid air stung the girls eyes and throat, and she clutched her neck as she fell to her knees, burning skin crawling with fear. And rightfully so. Her pale eyes were transfixed on a woman who stood in front of her, with light hair and a battleaxe clutched menacingly in her hands. Her face gave no sign that she would show mercy. The girl lifted her arms above her head, in a feeble excuse to block the blow she was sure would come. It gave her some protection, but did nothing to deter the voices jeering at her in her mind.


"Pathetic."


"What a weak excuse for an immortal."


"Gambling? Is that even a sin?"


"This is all your fault."


The last one was painfully true. She had abandoned her "friends" to go in search of Ira, announcing to them all that she did not need them any longer. They had tried to stop her of course, each in their own way. Emma had tried to stage an intervention. Nate had challenged her to a fight. Nikola had tried to block her exit with magic, and Nefertiti had lectured her.


All in vain.


The girl was jolted out of her reverie by a voice that must of once been dark and luscious. Now it was hoarse from screaming with rage.


"Girl? So you don't even have a name? Pathetic." The woman chuckled, her voice sounded harsh, like the clash of metal, "I guess it's fitting, though. You mean nothing. You're nothing more than a playing piece in the grown-ups game. A worthless token."


Token had barely escaped with her life that day, and so to metaphorically spit in the eye of Ira, she had taken the insult she had used to taunt her with as her true name.


"I don't think we should stick around much longer."
 
Emma nodded, looking around. "I agree." she muttered. "It's not getting any nicer here..."
 
Nefertiti shifted uncomfortably in the somewhat awkward silence. She was tense, but she rolled her shoulders to try and make the odd feeling pass. Was this guilt, or excitement? She couldn't tell anymore; her life had become boring. "I suppose we ought to get going. Is everyone ready to go?"
 
(Long time no see, eh?)


"Yeah...I'm ready." Token replied throatily, grasping her crutches as tight as she could with her sweaty fingers, "C'mon, there has to be a cheap hotel in the nearest city, which I'm pretty sure is Santa Fe. If we head off now we can probably ditch these clothes at a convenience store on the way."


- - -


Ira leaned her head forward, resting her chin on her chest. The speech had drained her, but there was still somebody she needed to contact. An old friend, you could say.


"Superbia..." She crooned, her voice like honey, "I know you're out there, or at least a portion of you. What is that pitiful host girl of yours going by these days? Nefertiti, is it? Well, Nefertiti, I know what its like. I know what you feel. Bored. Alone. Tired. Maybe a little angry? No, no, to proud to be angry. But you are powerful. Powerful enough to be like me, yet you still surround yourself with that pathetic group of cowards. But I like you, so I'm giving you an ultimatum. When you have the chance, slip away from your so-called friends. I'll have a subordinate of mine meet you in my place. I want to discuss a few things with you. But, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I will not hesitate to bring your world crashing down around you. Until next time."


When she finished her specialized message, she broadcast it in the same way she had her previous one, except this time directed it only to Nefertiti.


"And so the game begins."
 
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