OOC: Forsaken!Random (Astoreth) fic.
I did not write this. Rance wrote it. Random as the Forsaken Astoreth, with her father Asmodean. Quite AU. so far.
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A shimmering reflection in the shattered glass.
One face. Two faces. One face.
Two sets of footfalls
Two figures moved through the dark hallway. Drapes torn, furniture displaced, the signs of a struggle filled the house.
As they walked down the hallway, the tall man in black turned his head slightly. A slight touch of concern is present in his cool, dry voice. His fingertips are soaked in blood.
"Are you well, Dear One?"
The young woman in the blue velvet gown smiles at the man in black. Her long, dark hair hangs in a loose braid.
"Yes, Father, I am."
Their faces merge and shift in the broken mirror. The two walk into the living room. A harsh smell fills the room. Broken furniture and smooth marks on the wall.
A long streak of blood leads to a charred corpse.
A small whimper. A tiny child is standing in the doorway in pajamas. A tiny pink stuffed toy clutched to her chest.
The man in black steps forward and kneels down next to the child. He smiles calmly as he brushed some of the golden hair from in front of her face. Blood dripped from his fingertips onto the white stone floor. The child stands transfixed. His voice cool, and dry as he addressed the small child with a touch of a smile on his handsome face.
"You are awake at a late hour, Re'vas."
He stood up and turned away. The young lady searched his face. Her brow furrowed slightly as her dark eyes flicked towards the child.
"Father, what… are we to do with the child?"
The man in black made a dismissive gesture. Droplets of blood splashed on the broken mirror. His voice was rather cold.
"Astoreth, you know full well what our orders. Do not make me repeat myself."
Her face fell slightly as she stepped forward.
"Yes, Father."
Slowly, she walked forward into the room with slightly clenched teeth. Waiting for a moment, she watched the child.
The young woman glanced at her father's back. He was waiting, and watching into the distance. She returned her gaze to find the child next to the remains of her mother. Shock and horror on the child's face. Tears in her eyes.
A smile twisted on the young woman's face as she stepped forward. Her voice cheerful and pleasant as she looks down at the child.
"Now, Re'vas, let's go see mommy…"
The child screamed for only a short while. Asteroth giggled under her breath as the child clutched the little pink toy to her chest protectively.
The pink toy stained with red in her hand as she walked to her father's side. With a twisted grin, she tossed the toy to the ground. The two slowly walked forward.
He smiled at her, and brushed his thumb, other fingers soaked in blood, against her cheek.
"Let us return home, Dear One."
"Yes, Father."
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A shimmering reflection in the shattered glass.
One face. Two faces. One face.
Two sets of footfalls
Two figures moved through the dark hallway. Drapes torn, furniture displaced, the signs of a struggle filled the house.
As they walked down the hallway, the tall man in black turned his head slightly. A slight touch of concern is present in his cool, dry voice. His fingertips are soaked in blood.
"Are you well, Dear One?"
The young woman in the blue velvet gown smiles at the man in black. Her long, dark hair hangs in a loose braid.
"Yes, Father, I am."
Their faces merge and shift in the broken mirror. The two walk into the living room. A harsh smell fills the room. Broken furniture and smooth marks on the wall.
A long streak of blood leads to a charred corpse.
A small whimper. A tiny child is standing in the doorway in pajamas. A tiny pink stuffed toy clutched to her chest.
The man in black steps forward and kneels down next to the child. He smiles calmly as he brushed some of the golden hair from in front of her face. Blood dripped from his fingertips onto the white stone floor. The child stands transfixed. His voice cool, and dry as he addressed the small child with a touch of a smile on his handsome face.
"You are awake at a late hour, Re'vas."
He stood up and turned away. The young lady searched his face. Her brow furrowed slightly as her dark eyes flicked towards the child.
"Father, what… are we to do with the child?"
The man in black made a dismissive gesture. Droplets of blood splashed on the broken mirror. His voice was rather cold.
"Astoreth, you know full well what our orders. Do not make me repeat myself."
Her face fell slightly as she stepped forward.
"Yes, Father."
Slowly, she walked forward into the room with slightly clenched teeth. Waiting for a moment, she watched the child.
The young woman glanced at her father's back. He was waiting, and watching into the distance. She returned her gaze to find the child next to the remains of her mother. Shock and horror on the child's face. Tears in her eyes.
A smile twisted on the young woman's face as she stepped forward. Her voice cheerful and pleasant as she looks down at the child.
"Now, Re'vas, let's go see mommy…"
The child screamed for only a short while. Asteroth giggled under her breath as the child clutched the little pink toy to her chest protectively.
The pink toy stained with red in her hand as she walked to her father's side. With a twisted grin, she tossed the toy to the ground. The two slowly walked forward.
He smiled at her, and brushed his thumb, other fingers soaked in blood, against her cheek.
"Let us return home, Dear One."
"Yes, Father."