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23 January 2010 @ 05:56 pm
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Hey guys. Long time stalker, first time poster, yadda yadda. I bring fic.

Title: Conflict (original, huh?)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Janos/Raziel, if you squint
Timeline: During Defiance
Disclaimer: If they were mine, there would be another game by now.
Author's Note: This is what my Creative Writing teacher refers to as a "brain vomit." Still, I figured I'd share. Un-beta'd, all crapiness is entirely my fault.



He realizes with a jolt that this is the first time he’s seen Janos fly.

Those wings had always fascinated him from the first moment they had met. Much like his own, they twitched and rippled occasionally, as though they felt the mountains’ chill. They only contributed to the ancient’s dark beauty. Yes, Janos was beautiful, there was no denying that. Raziel felt so ugly and detestable in comparison.

There had been a time when Raziel might have had a chance at genuine happiness and hope. If only he hadn’t been so blind in blasting through the aerie, creating a path for the Sarafan to follow. Even now, he had been so caught up in destiny’s trivialities that he hadn’t thought to show the gratitude he had so wanted to show all those years ago.

Now, like then, he felt like a fool. The foolish pawn who had not seen the trap coming.

But in the end, it all led back to this being. And now was his chance to make things right; to expel the evil creature from Janos – and from the world – once and for all.

Ordinarily, he would rather cut off his own arm than strike at his mentor, but he reminded himself that this was a demonic spirit he was fighting, not Janos Audron. These orange-streaked wings swished in a way that was so unlike their owner; the once gentle golden eyes burned green with a practiced cruelty. The cloven hands that had been so delicate-looking came at him relentlessly. Raziel’s fury was unmatched as he could almost hear the real Janos whispering in his ear.

You are ordained by prophecy to wield the Reaver…

That was why he kept fighting, as much as it pained him. Janos believed in him.

At last, the possessed ancient fell, and his strained voice called to Raziel.

“Raziel…finish it, before he returns…”

He raised the wraith-blade…

…but could not bring himself to bring it down. Not Janos. He had killed him once. He would not do it again. It was as simple as that. He would not.

Janos groaned feebly, then raised his head sharply, hissing, the green glow of possession burning brightly. The wings, jerky in movement, lifted Janos into the air. A dark chuckle growled in his throat. “You should have listened to him.

The claws glowed, and Raziel was thrown backwards off his feet, agony shooting down his body.

But the demon was not done. It flew back down to Raziel, the glowing claws raised in triumph.

Unspeakable pain coursed through him as the demon struck again. This was worse than the Abyss, worse than finding his fledglings dead…

But not worse than losing Janos to his own past, watching in horror but able to do nothing…

The pain receded, and as his world began to fade, the demon spoke.

Now it is finished. And thus a new epic has its beginning.”

Raziel watched as the being that had once been his sole source of hope flew away, his last thought being that he would never see Janos fly again.

 
 
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Chalcychalcedonyblue on January 24th, 2010 05:54 am (UTC)
Extraordinarily well written brain-vomit. I approve, heartily. :)

Your descriptions are lovely. :)
Kate: Armageddonlightindark7 on January 24th, 2010 01:40 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad to see this comm is still going!

This was a really nice piece, very well written, keep it up!