In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
On the brink of collapse, the universe holds its breath in anticipation. Of restoration? Of destruction? It is up to individuals like yourself to decide.
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His eyes had been closed like this for a long time. He hadn’t expected that his life would linger so long. The bleeding was still profuse. The crisp air seemed different now - denser. And gravity felt… heavier. Maybe it was a loss of oxygen and blood that had him feeling this way. The wound through his stomach, he had no doubt, had torn one of his lungs.
Maroon eyes heavily fought to open under severe exhaustion. This didn’t look like the silver stalks of the red-leafed forest. No, now he was somewhere else entirely. Delusional… maybe he was… delusional.
His back had been propped against a cold, unforgiving brick wall. Over to his right was an empty announcement board, and above his head a stone overhang. It was remarkably dark now, and cold.
Beyond the constant pain that wracked his frail body, there should have been a primal desire to live. But Reliquim felt he had done his job, and the satisfaction that came with the pain was something he could truly be proud of.
After ridding the universe of a despicable monstrosity, he could rest and allow death to take him.
His end was sure slow in coming, however. The voices - shards of the souls he’d taken - were all playing judge, trying to figure out if Reliquim had done his job and could be released, or if his soul would be left in his mortal body because there were sins yet to pay for.
The chatter between all four of them was confusing enough, but on top of that there was a new voice; for a shard of his brother’s soul had been added into the mix, and Letifer too had a say in the matter. Of course most of what he’d had to say was angry and loud, and it had no real weight outside of a burning vengeance to keep his brother suffering as long as possible, so of course he was in favor of leaving Reliquim in his body.
“Or better yet, why not send him straight to hell?” the seething fury still echoed loudly through Letifer’s soul.
At this thought, more commotion came, and the cacophonous chatter was beginning to whelm Reliquim’s mind. There was a low, guttural growl that would drift into the air, and then a pained gasp for breath. He was more than ready to go, but he was stuck here, waiting until they would all come to a uniform conclusion.
Beneath locks of messy silver, tired cherrywood eyes drifted up to look at the sky. It was mostly devoid of stars. And the moon, shattered, but still shining, looked like such a lonely celestial body. In it there was still much beauty. Maybe, in the smallest way, the fragmented orb glowing above had reminded him of himself, and in some small way he could find comfort in that.
Through the dark and cold of the night, there was a song. Soft and quiet, like somebody was whispering it to themselves, but filled with whimsy.
“There once were two cats of Kilkenny, Each thought there was one cat too many, So they fought and they fit, And they scratched and they bit, Till, excepting their nails And the tips of their tails, Instead of two cats, there weren't any.”
A small hooded figure turned the corner, a rather large bird in tow behind her, the red color of a smoldering ember. Its feathers seemed to flicker as a fire would, ever changing. The hooded figure was paying no mind to who might be in this empty part of town, instead just walking along, but the chocobo took notice, and exclaimed in a sort of squawk. There was a shifting under the hood, and the figure faced the injured man, finally coming into sight. Green eyes glimmered as she looked over the defenseless Firefox, and she stopped dead in her tracks. A tail swished behind her as she walked forward, leaning down near him.
“Gods… What happened to you?”
The hood was pushed back, and Kali could finally be fully seen. Her ears were pinned back slightly, and her face was etched with concern. She hadn’t seen anyone this injured in some time, and it was truly a miracle he hadn’t died. That gold collar on his neck… Messy hair, those injuries. He needed healing. He needed saving. But she couldn’t get anybody. Noting he was shivering, probably cold, she made a clicking sound, and the chocobo went over to stand near them, heat radiating from its form. It was at least a little warmer. Her paws came out from under her cloak, glowing with a dull green, and she looked up at Rel.
“It’s okay, I’m going to help you. This might hurt a little, but I promise you’ll get better.”
With her light touch, magic began to flow into him, knitting what woulds it could. It wasn’t perfect, but it was something. As she did this, however, she began hearing whispers. Thinking it was the Lifestream of the world, she paid it no mind, but realized it stopped when she stopped touching him. Curious, her ears flicked up, and she focused harder. It… It was coming from him? That confused her, but as she ran a paw down him, the argument was deafeningly clear when she touched the collar. Jerking back, she panicked, before taking a second to calm down.
“Who… Are you?”
@reliquem
notes: sad cat attempts to heal fox that just wants death. what happens next may surprise you!
With his eyes closed the young male had been drifting off into the heavy black that was slowly pervading, numbing every inch him. His ears picked up the sound of a quiet song, and light footsteps to follow. The scratching sound of large claws gliding gently over the hard ground was enough to pique his interest - it was a sound he could pick out specifically - but in Reliquim’s fatigued state he could hardly find the will to push past the overwhelming weight enough to open his eyes.
In his present state he had almost wished they would just keep walking - perhaps think him already dead and continue on their way. There would be no need to burden someone with concern, for it was clear he was in pain, but in his dying state there was no concern. And this - going like this, with the victory he’d tasted having vanquished the evil that was his brother, well, Reliquim could die proud of that. And this, right here - right now - it felt so right. So peaceful. Keep walking. His presence seemed to gently request. Pay me no mind.
His muscles rolled with a shake. Come to think of it, the loss of blood was making him feel a little cool. Oh, but the shiver? That was probably his body fighting for the last of its life.
The traveler had stopped to question him. Perhaps he could play dead? Apparently she already knew he wasn’t. With his head resting against the cold wall at his back, the tired muscles in his neck fought through the onset of numbness to incline ever so slightly to his company. He gathered the strength of will to press his eyes open, and those dim maroon slits would drift up to her. His peripheral had taken note of the large, exotic bird that accompanied her. The woman had very distinctive felid features. Not quite what he’d known on Yorani, but he’d known enough about inter-stellar travel to understand that there were more species than one could possibly ever know. She was just another mixed amongst a myriad of races he had not known. And strangely enough, their racial differences held no barrier to language for he still recognized her question.
The next breath he drew was ragged, airy but also raspy. It was evident that his lungs had been pierced. “I won,” came the weathered reply. It was a cryptic answer but with the few seconds he’d wagered he had left, Reliquim didn’t care. His lips curled in a grin with what waning energy his body had left to give. His sharp teeth were suddenly visible in that weak grin. “That’s all that matters.”
Oh, but the next thing he knew, the large bird had come near him, its warmth evident as it shed a blanket of warmth over him. No, his spirit thought. Just… let me go. His eyes drifted shut so that he could rest.
For a moment he drifted out of awareness, only to come right back. In the momentary lapse of consciousness he was unaware of what she’d told him. Had he been feeling any better his muscles would have jumped at Kali's sudden touch, but Reliquim simply didn’t have that much energy anymore.
From her paws came a friendly energy. It was calming and warm; it was like a fire on a cold night. The magic left a soothing sensation as if everywhere it ran, it left a trail of minty coolness. It was the strangest mix of sensations, but it was incredibly peaceful. It took only a few moments. As the magic ran through his insides he was finding it easier to breathe. The splitting pain in his lungs had at least been silenced, and the open wound in his stomach patched itself closed.
After the magic had done its part to patch him together, Reliquim would take some time and simply breathe with lungs no longer encumbered by pain and laceration. And in his down time the argument between the fragments of souls would continue.
“But wouldn’t it be cheating to let him leave prematurely?”
“Perhaps he has finished his task.”
“How do we properly weigh how much of his debt he’s repaid?”
“I don’t know about you, but I feel justified. His transgression against me has been repaid.”
“Me too.”
“He has miles to go yet!”
Kali asked them a question. Reliquim did not move, but in the black that still sought to claim him, his ear inclined to her. Again the interest of the fading firefox had been perked. She could hear them too: his demons?
“Was she talking to us?”
“Don’t be absurd! She can’t hear us. She was talking to him.”
“No… I think she’s talking to us.”
All of the voices went quiet for a moment, wondering how best to answer.
Finally Viktra spoke up. “We are the souls of the dead.”
“Well, fragments of them.”
“Since we were his victims, we are also his judges."
"Yes. But we can't just let him go. Can we?"
"Let him suffer!" The acerbic tones were seethed with hatred.
The emberfox would spend a few seconds gathering his strength before his eyes would slide open once again, only slits weighted beneath heavy lids. "Please," he began. His voice was quiet, for he was still very weak. "Just get them to let me go." How? Where? He didn't really care. At this stage all Reliquim wanted was to be done. He longed to be at peace, somewhere far away from their constant judgement. Silence, in whatever form it came, was truly what he yearned for: somewhere where he could finally find serenity.
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Ears flicked again. The voices, she could hear them clearly now. There was some magic from the collar on his neck, something foreign, and… Alive. Her breath drew in, and Reliquem could see her paw clench. They were souls, victims. But each spoke with conflict towards the others, some wanting to let him go from judgment, some still desiring it. It pained her head, so many voices at once, and she shut her eyes so she could focus better, listening to their words. When they finished, she looked down at him, wounds fixed, and her eyes burned into his.
“You… Won? And yet you face judgment from souls of the dead. I presume they can hear me, too… I…”
Ember let out a small noise as she stood up, and looked down at him, arms crossing. She got engrossed in thought for a brief second, but then stomped her foot. Though she faced him, it was not Reliquem she addressed.
“I feel your emotions, I feel your grievances, but is it right towards him or you to cling so closely to him? What would letting him die accomplish? Calling yourself the judges of one’s fate seems a selfish act in its own, and you are only hurting yourselves. Please, my people are known for calming the spirits of those moved on. I feel the Lifestream of your world, I feel your emotions and hear your words. But your time is past, and from your… Carrier’s grievance, I feel he has suffered enough. If you shan't listen to him, at least listen to I.”
She leaned down, in front of Rel, and took his hand, holding it between furred fingers. Her eyes locked on his, and she smiled.
“Silence will come, friend. I know we’ve known each other naught a minute, but I think this was destined.”
They all chattered over each other, making distinguishing anything very hard, and then they settled into a community silence. It took a moment for the cross-chatter to die away.
"Perhaps he has served his time."
"I still say let him suffer!"
"Let us look at this fairly. The transgressor has been mortally wounded. We cannot hold onto the threads of his life forever." Several indistinguishable comments flowed within the next few seconds, naught more than a handful of whispers from their souls as the council of shattered soul fragments figured out what they wanted out of this situation.
Finally one would make a comment. Her voice was gentler. Grounded. "I think... his time has come." With that Viktra let Reliquim go. She released the last of her soul fragment and a small crack formed in the bronze collar, snapping through the gold leafy filigree. As she passed her judgement, a small golden light flickered off of Reliquim's collar, the wisp dancing into the air between Kali and Reliquim.
Jasprus was the second to leave, but before he did, he addressed the felid woman who'd calmed the storm. "Send us into the lifestream, that we may be at peace." As his essence slipped out of the collar another crack formed. His wisp slipped out of the bronze bind, pulling to the right and then upward. It was blue.
Arlen gave up without a fight, and Eltar was the next to leave. By now the collar was unstable enough to shatter on its own, ejecting Letifer's volatile, deep red soul shard. It was the last of the spirit shards to go, and the supernatural powers that had once made the collar impenetrable were now null. The collar cracked until it burst, falling apart into three irreparable pieces. Its debris scattered into Reliquim's lap, and the Firefox exhaled one last sight of relief as his body began to shed pyreflies.
A feeling of peace pervaded into the midnight atmosphere -- peace that Kali had undoubtedly brought.
The colored lights of each soul fragment hovered nearby and they waited for Kali to perform her sending.
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