Eternal
Maybe you aren’t going to defeat the gnomes and maybe you aren’t going to defeat the Xi.
Maybe either one or both of those races will eventually destroy the Empire you resurrected.
Maybe you’ll be completely forgotten.
And that’s all okay, because what you’re about to do is going to be completely worth it.
You walk slowly towards the chair that Semra has provided for you. You keep your mind completely clear of any murderous thoughts.
“You’re right. This is destiny…” you say with a smile.
You are soon in front of Semra’s husk of a body. It’s even worse looking up close, not to mention the smell, but you continue to smile as you put your face in front of hers.
“But before I take my place by your side my lover, let me give you one last thing…”
You see Semra’s face, as slack jawed as it is, manages to make a disturbing grin.
“Yes, my eternal, kiss me...” you hear her voice say in your head.
And at that moment you grab your dagger…the very dagger you just killed her daughter with while you fucked her. The very dagger Semra stabbed you with and gave to you as a gift when you were just sixteen years.
It has at last been returned to its owner when you stab Semra in the chest with it.
“HHHAAAAGGGHHHH…” Semra’s desiccated vocal cords gasp. The foul odor of her breath invades your nostrils and the scent of death has never smelled so sweet to you.
“Smmaahhh! Lovely.” You remark and step back to watch Semra soon expire from her mortal wound. When her body slumps downward in her chair you know she won’t be healing her way out of this one.
And soon you’re alone and feeling very tired. You take a rest in the chair Semra created for you and dwell on your life in general.
You think back mostly on your old life before you were dug up five centuries later. The good old days when you knew exactly who was always by your side.
Alison.
You think back to your wedding day and how happy you were then and how you thought the glory days would never end.
But everything ends eventually, just a question of when. If anything, your life has been running on borrowed time for the last twenty some odd years. When you think about it, you did pretty good all things considering.
Your introspection is put to an end when you hear several large explosions above you and this time, its not just shaking, the ceiling to the room is beginning to crack and stone begins to fall.
Looks like it will be the gnomes that get you even if they’re unaware of it. In fact nobody is going to be aware of what happened to you. You just disappeared off the battlefield. You imagine you’ll be presumed dead though.
It doesn’t matter really, but perhaps it is fitting that you die the same way you were originally meant to, buried and crushed by dirt and rubble.
In your last moments as the ceiling comes crashing down on your head, you surprisingly grab on to Semra’s cold dead hand.
Perhaps in some strange way you were meant to be together after all.
Maybe either one or both of those races will eventually destroy the Empire you resurrected.
Maybe you’ll be completely forgotten.
And that’s all okay, because what you’re about to do is going to be completely worth it.
You walk slowly towards the chair that Semra has provided for you. You keep your mind completely clear of any murderous thoughts.
“You’re right. This is destiny…” you say with a smile.
You are soon in front of Semra’s husk of a body. It’s even worse looking up close, not to mention the smell, but you continue to smile as you put your face in front of hers.
“But before I take my place by your side my lover, let me give you one last thing…”
You see Semra’s face, as slack jawed as it is, manages to make a disturbing grin.
“Yes, my eternal, kiss me...” you hear her voice say in your head.
And at that moment you grab your dagger…the very dagger you just killed her daughter with while you fucked her. The very dagger Semra stabbed you with and gave to you as a gift when you were just sixteen years.
It has at last been returned to its owner when you stab Semra in the chest with it.
“HHHAAAAGGGHHHH…” Semra’s desiccated vocal cords gasp. The foul odor of her breath invades your nostrils and the scent of death has never smelled so sweet to you.
“Smmaahhh! Lovely.” You remark and step back to watch Semra soon expire from her mortal wound. When her body slumps downward in her chair you know she won’t be healing her way out of this one.
And soon you’re alone and feeling very tired. You take a rest in the chair Semra created for you and dwell on your life in general.
You think back mostly on your old life before you were dug up five centuries later. The good old days when you knew exactly who was always by your side.
Alison.
You think back to your wedding day and how happy you were then and how you thought the glory days would never end.
But everything ends eventually, just a question of when. If anything, your life has been running on borrowed time for the last twenty some odd years. When you think about it, you did pretty good all things considering.
Your introspection is put to an end when you hear several large explosions above you and this time, its not just shaking, the ceiling to the room is beginning to crack and stone begins to fall.
Looks like it will be the gnomes that get you even if they’re unaware of it. In fact nobody is going to be aware of what happened to you. You just disappeared off the battlefield. You imagine you’ll be presumed dead though.
It doesn’t matter really, but perhaps it is fitting that you die the same way you were originally meant to, buried and crushed by dirt and rubble.
In your last moments as the ceiling comes crashing down on your head, you surprisingly grab on to Semra’s cold dead hand.
Perhaps in some strange way you were meant to be together after all.
