“She is a smart young lass, she is. She who sides with those who will inevitably triumph over this miserable world."
Nero commented on when Lightning began to hound the young woman who stood a bit ways off to his side. He resumed peering into the confines of Lightning’s cell, the room itself was a bit dark and gloomy, but his crimson eyes shown as bright as a newly kindled flame on the wick of a wax candle. He listened as the woman with the lightly colored hair continued, asking questions as though she had the authority to do so in her current position. It made Nero’s optics dance with amusement, and perhaps muster a smirk if he could.
"Oh…I almost forgot how lovely your barks of anger sounded. They sound especially desperate now that you are here, locked behind these iron bars.”
An idle thought, he let a moment of silence settle uncomfortably about the room as Nero tipped his head off to the side. He blinked slowly, now peering directly at Lightning as he questioned out loud. A musing he spoke out loud and not particularly directing it to anyone.
“Curious. If you screamed, do you think any would hear?”
Yeul felt a pang of guilt as she heard the pinkette cry out asking for an explanation of her intentions, she wanted to explain everything, but she knew with Nero around she was to say nothing. She didn’t want to be thought of as a “damsel in distress” waiting for her guardian to come back to her. She felt desperate, and she was desperate. Her feelings have become numb due to her fear, but Lightning brought all those feelings back, and now she was harming her by keeping her in the 4 walls of a stone cell so that her allies could persevere in their mission.
She listened to Nero torment her for a second and then held up her hand as a cue to stop speaking.“I will speak to her.” she said with her serious demeanor and knelt to the pinkettes line of vision, so that she could listen clearly.
“You will not leave here Savior, it looks like you have lost in your fight.” she said, not sure of what had come over her, its as if she felt herself changing, she was turning into one of them. One of the evils that confined her where she allied.
“I wonder if your allies even realize that you have been lost.”
“Trust me,” she spoke dangerously to Nero, “My bite is way worse than my bark. Screaming is pointless. I know they won’t here me, simply because you asked that.” She wasn’t disappointed or even upset. She was pissed. And she was full of rage. “And when I get out of here, you better watch your back,” eyes flicking to Yuel now, “Both of you.”
She didn’t bother responding to Yuel, in fact, she completely ignored her. Now that she had betrayed Lightning, and perhaps even Caius, she was an enemy. And if lightning had to strike, so be it. An enemy was an enemy, no matter what. All bonds or ties would be severed.
“Yuel, just so you know, you will die.” She wouldn’t be reborn again, and even if she were, she would then be placed back into the cycle of death that she endured for so long before. More than anything, Lightning said that to scare her. But it was also true. If she didn’t die by Nero’s side, she would die by Lightnings.
He was pressed against one of the walls, eyes gently lowering and resting there in silence. But there was no silence, there were sounds of screams and pleas from below, though muffled, the chaos was evident. His eyes flickered completely open to look over at his companion warily every now and again. This was his ally, it was hard to register. Perhaps she could do more than what she appeared to be capable of. She could prove to be useful, maybe it would be in his best interest to look after her as well then.
When the prisoner began to stir, so did Nero, tipping his head to glance in sidelong into the cell.
“Ah…yes. It seems the lass has awakened. Born into the light, confined in the dark."
Nero turned his attention to their prisoner, Lightning was her name, he had been informed. That was good. He had made it a point to ask her for her name the other day when they met, so that he could ultimately have the satisfaction of robbing it from her when she succumbed to inevitable, inescapable darkness. It slipped his mind then, but things worked out on his part in the end.
He turned his attention to the younger girl, he was not sure if that was her name, he ha not said much to her since they arrived at the peak. It was possible that Lightning’s eyes were deceiving her, but she spoke with a certain knowing as though their past interlocked far beyond anything he would ever know.
"Oh, is that right? You two seem to be…already acquainted.”
Yeul kept quiet, barley saying a word within her duration of the stay with her new allies. She feared them, and she was left defenseless if one of them were to decide she proved to be useless to them, which most of the time she felt as if she were. Although, she was starting to warm up to Nero, he wasn’t as malicious as the others and seemed to actual care for her safety, which Caius would be pleased with if he were to ever return to her side.
Kidnapping Lightning was a tough one, she had visions of the mission being successful, but it was hard to execute personally for Yeul, knowing she trusted Lightning and wished to be by her side if she knew Caius would never return. Yeul was too obedient, she felt as if her life depended on this mission, and she knew that she had to do it without a word.
The seeress still was weary of talking to Nero as they stood by the unconscious Lightning Farron, guarding her in case anyone were to try and challenge them. She didn’t think Lightning would remember her, but was relieved when she had called out for her upon awakening.
Yeul nodded to Nero’s words, still not daring to speak, then walked slowly up to the cell that held the pinkette. Standing above her, not daring to show her weakness.
“Hello, Lightning.”
Nothing more than a snarl was given in Nero’s direction. She was focuse solely on Yuel. What was she doing here? Standing with them? She didn’t belong there. A mixture of anger and disappointment whirled around in her. If need be, when all this was over, and Lightning was either freed or rescued, she would take Yuel with her.
“Yuel, what the hell are you doing here? With them?” She held back the anger from seeping into her voice. It was obvious that the seeress didn’t want to be there, but it was far too dangerous to say so.
Soon though, she looked at Nero, her posture now straightening until she was standing tall, pain still throbbing within her skull. “What is all this about anyways? Why the hell am I here?” Letting go of the bars of the cell, she folded her arms across her chest, glaring at Nero. Her eyes though, every once in a while, would flick to Yuel in case there was a change in expression.
Of Kidnapping and Destruction | Lightning + Nero + Yuel [STORY EVENT]
Lids shifted open, her eyes adjusting to the dim light of the unfamiliar surroundings. The commander was on her front, laying on the floor of…a cell? She lifted her head slowly, pain suddenly making itself known in the back of her skull. What the hell had happened anyways? Once minute she was walking to Bikanel, and the next, she was here.
The floor, made of stone, was cold and damp under her. Slowly, and painfully, she arose from her position on the floor and held her head. Examining the room, she noticed that there were three walls; all made of stone and appeared to be just as damp as the floor. Where the other wall would normally be, steel bars replaced it. The light source was pouring in through the bars, and she could make out two shadows.
The dripping sound of what she assumed would be water, although she was unsure, rang in her ears as she stumbled over to the bars and held on to one of them. She looked over the figures. One looked like…Nero. The guy that pissed her off the other day. And the other was smaller. More feminine. Her eyes adjusted a bit more.
Something a human could never come to fully understand and appreciate, I am sure.”
He spoke in a way as though it were a mantra, something he had said before and many times in the past. When she turned to leave Nero’s eyes followed her as she did, craning his body towards her. Maybe if the restraint around his mouth was not wrapped so tight he would have been able to visibly smirked from behind it.
"No one keeps you here, lass, but here you have stood long
enough. Curious. Perhaps your light is naturally drawn to the dark.”
She stopped in her tracks, feeling the urge to share her own bond with the stranger. Weiss? Who the hell is that? No matter.
"Something a human could never understand?” Now he’s done it. “I left my sister involuntarily to come here, into all this madness, in order save every world out there. We have fought and fought to get back to eachother countless times, only to be ripped from eachother again. And I miss her every single day, and I charish every moment we’ve had together.” She was rambling, she knew, but the fact that he had the audacity to say such a thing was a complete insult. “Don’t make such ignorant statements.”
Nero offered to her, giving a small pause before he spoke. He could see the way her body shifted and muscles tensed, although he himself did not budge. He did, however, tip his head to look over at her with both red orbs smoldering from under narrowed lids, one partially obscured from stray strands of black hair. When she mentioned Ultimecia, his eyebrows knitted together and his expression faltered into one that seethed irritation.
"My dedication falls with my dearest, beloved brother, and he alone.”
“Your brother?” She almost wanted to know who his brother was, but she didn’t have time for that. Eyes narrowed ever so slightly before she turned and proceeded to walk away. “I don’t have time for this.”
He spoke slowly, each word punctuated and drawled out in the slow rhythm that sounded eerily clear now, even from behind the wrapping around his mouth. It was a surprisingly calm tone of voice he bore, almost soothing had his undertone not been edged with skulking malice.
“No, you are the one who does not belong.
You, humans.
A world free from human influence. Ah…now isnt that a thought?”
"Tch. Yeah, that’s exactly what it is. A thought.” She was defensive now, her muscles tense. Fighting back the urge to punch him, she spoke in a harsh tone,“Go back home. To Ultimecia.”
“Ahh…yes, yes. The sun, wonderful isn’t it? Such beauty and majesty reflected in his morning’s embrace.”
He seemed to have materialized out of nowhere, meandering in from behind and slinking in beside her. He emitted a rasping tone muffled from behind the white bonds wrapped around his mouth.
“However…just as every light, it must inevitably burn out.”
His presence failed to startle her. But it most certainly did surprise her. She turned her head, ready to draw her blade if neccessary, and looked at his mostly-covered face.
"You don’t belong here,” she stated matter-of-factly.
