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Post by Judi Strange on Jul 31, 2021 11:11:19 GMT -7
"Some things exist only to burn..."
*solo is after "X-ppointment and clawed out but during Flora arrives in the Big Apple, and once complete feeds into Magikal Training- Prologue (Pixie POV)*
Insufferable, there was no other word for the old who took the long walk in their twilight only to return and seek prominence and a return to glory on the backs of the young and strong. At the worst possible time it seemed Grandfather Charles Francis Xavier wanted to armchair coach. Illyana sat back in her throne as she considered their “Meeting” as it pertained to her strategy and the very needed aspect that had brought the X-men's mentor and herself into this conflict of ideologies. This is what it was, no matter how it was dressed up, or gentrified.
When he had summoned her, she had suspected why and simply wanted to ingratiate him as they all prepared for war. She had simply sent one of her little creations to him in her stead, too important was her preparation and work, she had no time for old men. Predictably, he spoke about winning without sacrifice, without doing what needed to be done against En Sabah Nur to ensure this would be the last time, punishment for taking our own and twisting them inside out- a process she was of course intimate with as it was Apocalypse who had resurrected her as his Death. "From death I rise as Death for the glory of-"
The mantra severed at the root as she closed her burned, pitted gauntlet firmly enough the tender flesh under it split and bled. The Horseman within her was gone, but whispers in the mind always linger.
His implication that her actions were, at their core simplistic revenge was laughable and showed a childish understanding. It was, and yet so much more- If he could only see it. The plan had a weakness, one she knew and hid well for their clash. Megan’s surrender had addressed this very well, with the right pressures she had submitted willingly out of love and that made the shards of her soul so very potent.
His words that we “X-men” had beaten the “Prophet-God-Man” Apocalypse before without resorting to bleeding our own. As with all foolish old men, he failed to see that in fact this time was very different, some of their number were horsemen, as she once had been. She knew what they would do, and what she had done in bending knee to their “Master” as his prized hounds.
To see the ritual destruction of each groveling hound at his foot, to the final end of taking his head, all worth the possible deaths, loss of them all to end Apocalypse forever, the least of her concerns was Megans “feelings” They all bled, they all gave, she wanted to be taught. So she was being taught.
However, Charles was right on one account. If they all fell Pixie might well have to pick up where she had left off, eve if they won- if Illyana herself ceased with En Sabah Nur. The Children would need to be ready.
To be ready there much be training, there must be truths- choices that she was never given in this path.
The timing was right, she'd been with the professor when the incident happened in Port St. Lucie, Florida, where Megan had begun to manifest the effects of the soul splinter. Her anger, aggression was obviously becoming stronger, that had caused some incident. Today was more fortunate as Megan and another X-baby were escaping a conflict, no reason to delay truths and training any longer..
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Post by Judi Strange on Aug 7, 2021 6:36:21 GMT -7
"Some things exist only to burn..."
The disc was simplicity itself, she knew where Megan was at any given time. The Soul Splinter and resultant bloodstone gave her this far easier than bothering to track the girl. As she prepared the new cathedral for teachings she let them sit, while assuredly Pixie would be unhappy about it at least the X-babies were in fact safe. She moved about the former holy place of Vasily the blessed and lined it with her own bindings and protections using soil, ash and salt of Limbo.
She had always wanted to see this great Cathedral when she was a child, it was always said to be so grand and sacred. “Sacred it seems until the international dollar calls,” she mused as she moved form the left edging to the right of the structure. She would not have it save the greed of human men as they violated the sanctity of such a place to make it a museum, after that you might as well say you have invited the wolf inside, do not be surprised that it takes what it wants. At least here, as other artifacts in time and space it could still be sacred, it could be protected from the masses ripping at tearing at its majesty. Safe from humans, safe form Earth Realm.
The circle cast, the sigils of old belief covered in the new the physical work was done. To the center Illyana walked, she gathered her power, a smile played across her pale lips as the wood, the stone groaned as her will permeated the very core of the structure. The audible sounds as she levitated was its last token resistance to what was giving away to what would be, what must be in its purpose.
The mixtures ignited and the ceremonial, infernal symbology bathed it and her in its golden flame as she began to speak on words few could grasp, fewer still could employ. The expenditure of power was tremendous to turn the nature of the Cathedral, to have it mirror her own design she must pour herself into it. As such power was expended her features became her truest aspect of self set free.
Her horns, her tail all the changes that came with releasing the great power Belasco had grown form the darkest of seeds within her. Here within the former halls of Vasily the Blessed she opened her heart too allow the abyss of it to be seen honestly, to bind and become one with this great place even if it fought her tooth and nail, she always took what she wanted, better to be saved as a dark thing than ruined as a good thing and made common.
Were this not Limbo, were this place not made base as a museum it would have been much harder to turn to her path. Even still, vestiges of purity clawed at her souls frame with echos of the past, moments of feeling that she remembered but felt little about. She pressed, pushing past the light seeped into the very wood and rock. Setting her jaw she elevated her left hand and called forth the Soulsword, the blade of magic itself and the very best of her being made manifest. “I command thee,” she intoned as the blade was raised high, and the infernal sigil burned beneath her hovering form. “Yea I know thee truly, I bind thee in deed and purpose, now and forever one with me in cause, and function.”
The bind was heavy handed, but then the light hardly played fair as it brought her former hearts desire before her, in her mind were the moments, the wants- all to undermine her purpose, her power as if there was a way to achieve that. The door opened and Megan entered just as the bind spell was completed, the fires of damnation subsided as Illyana’s feet dropped to the ground. “Megan, come- The Professor feels I should speak with you about everything.” The souless X-man turned to face her, she barely had time to conceal the demonic form and offer the warm caring visage of her teacher, one she knew Megan wanted to see in her hearts desire.
Inwardly, she angrily banished the lights insidious attack, the visage of her hearts former desire. “Я вас любил: любовь еще, быть может, Но пусть она вас больше не тревожит.” She whispered, barely audibly as she stepped forward to offer her hands. “I want to help you; in my desire to beat our foe I have harmed you, I want to make amends, to offer you a path, as was given me.”
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