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Title: Dain af Niohoggr
Author: GW Katrina
Beta: Skeren
Fandom: FFVII: Mercverse
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Themeset/Prompt: Thirty Set 01: 06-Fog
Wordcount: 1,412
Ratings: PG-13
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Dain af Niohoggr
Standing on the edges of what was once her prison, she reached out.
So long had passed since she had last walked this world. Since those things had bound her tight, bound her within a seal so large that it was impossible for any mortal to conceive of it. A massive undertaking that had destroyed most of the Cetra and left a part of this world permanently dead.
Now, she was free and standing on the edge of the place where she had been trapped. Already, she had been out, traveling. Already, she had started the song.
So many now had blood of her warriors in their veins. While not all the beings called demons now were truly of her kind, it had been many long, long years since her warriors had been loosed upon the mortals. Even during the war, she had encouraged them to breed with the humans. Those things bred so easily, so fast, that she found it useful. An army, being bred for her, to slave for her, to be thrown at her enemies.
Many of those children had been slain by their horrified mothers. Many others had lived. Lived and died and never knew they were anything other than the mortal demons that surrounded them. Most never knew that their fathers had been Jenova’s immortal warriors. The only ones who did not were her sons. Only one had a child that she knew of before she was sealed. They should have bred more. Perhaps the Cetra had tracked them down as they had her fighters?
The human who had freed her, who had touched her magic so very long ago, had been of particular use. That one, so delightfully twisted in so many ways, had all but begged to serve her. He had done so from the moment they had first made contact. Such an amusing human flaw, pride. He had thought that he alone could undo the binding set into place by the most powerful magic users ever born, fed by the deaths of thousands, and continued to feed on any life that came close.
He had been reading the magic, trying to find out what it had held. And he did. When she had caught him, wandering so close, a flare of life that she planned to destroy and feed upon. Instead, he had worshiped her. Plucking the thoughts right out of his head, she realized that he had meant the words that he had gotten out before she had sealed his mouth. He wanted to serve her. To free her and watch her stand in glory over the broken remains of the pathetic beings that ruled the planet.
Why he wanted that was for purely selfish reasons. He wanted to live like her kind. Long and without so much human frailty. It had taken her a while to understand, but he wanted to solve mysteries. Solve them and force the world to bend the way he saw it. Such an amusing delusion, but one she had not been unwilling to use.
Such a wonderful little puppet, her human pet. He had brought her much information over the years and asked for very little back. Once such thing had been a touch of her magic. He had bred a child, and wanted to see if having even a tiny bit of her power outside of the seal would have an effect on the seal itself. It hadn’t, but the child did take more after her than his mortal mother. She had seen that easily enough. Both in power and appearance.
But, to her frustration, her pet could not tell her what she wanted to know most. Where her family was. Her sons had been powerful, bred of her and a Cetra who had betrayed his own kind. Such a mixing of blood.... She could not find any other power that would tell her where they were sealed. The human tried to tell her that they were dead, had been killed by the Cetra not long after she had been sealed.
She had punished him for such a lie, and currently he was laying in the dust, still twitching slightly. He would continue to twitch until she returned and unlocked the spell on him. For now, though, she was going to find her kin.
Thus, she stood here. There was still a great deal of power, lingering in the very earth itself. So many years of power gathering could not be dispersed so easily, and it was easy to reach out and bring it to herself. From that, she wove out the spell that would seek out what she wanted.
This was not the first time she had done so. When she had started her song, it would start bringing to her an army. Small at first, but she had plans for a greater one.
This song, however, was not for her warriors to be. It was for her blood.
The result was entirely frustrating, though.
As if she was trying to see through a fog, Jenova tried to follow trails of power, which would be drawn to her children’s children. At some point, there had to be more. Her sons wouldn’t have stopped, and they should have sired enough children to leave a decent trail of power.
Instead, there was a lack of anything that could be called strong. It was as if she stood in a fog, caught in a blinding mist, unable to find her prey.
She had blood kin. She was -sure- of it. Something tugged at her, and she went one way first, than another.
Wherever they were, they were blocked from magic. Unable to feel her spells on them.
It had to be the fault of those who had bound her. They had found her kin and bound them as well.
Screaming, Jenova lashed out, destroying earth around her, flames rising up from nothing to burn everything around her to dust. She took out her anger on the world around her, and for miles around, people would wake up screaming from nightmares. She could feel it. Not that she cared.
Still snarling, panting a bit for breath as she recovered her temper, the demon queen forced herself to calm. Once she had, she reached out and gathered up the magic again. No, if she was going to do this, she was going to make sure that she did it right. So they were blocked from magic. That would have been a disability that others would know of. It would be something easily sensed. There were -other- ways to hunt, however. Just because they could not hear her song did not mean that they were hidden from her. The Cetra underestimated her if that was their grand plan.
Forming the magic into shapes, she willed the shapes into focus and action. They were a strange cross of hound and weasel. Vicious and cunning, and trackers beyond all earthly ability. Pricking her fingers, she fed them her own blood.
“Find those who carry this,” she murmured. “Find the strongest ones, the ones with this blood in their bodies.” It would have to be over a certain amount, or else they would not be able to find it. But her blood was strong, and Jenova was sure that, even after all these years, there would be some of her line around. With as much power as she gave them, they should also be able to find where her sons were sealed. “Go.”
In a flurry of ghostly pale magic and dust, they vanished. They could return when they had found their prey. Then, she would go and collect her children.
For now, though, now she had plans.
The Cetra had sealed her, her sons, and kept others of her bloodline from their rightful inheritance of magic. She would destroy everything they tried to protect. In order to do so, she would have to have an army. A true army.
Pulling up more magic, she began to sing. She sang to the children of her warriors, putting more power behind it, wanting those who were stronger, who had more willpower than the weak ones she had collected so far.
They were bound to her by bonds more ancient than any of them could imagine. Sacred vows sworn to her by their many times grandparents.
Vows they would now have to answer. She was a queen of demons, and would not be denied.
Jenova sang.
Author: GW Katrina
Beta: Skeren
Fandom: FFVII: Mercverse
Claim:
mercverse for story_arcThemeset/Prompt: Thirty Set 01: 06-Fog
Wordcount: 1,412
Ratings: PG-13
Link to Archive Post: Here
Standing on the edges of what was once her prison, she reached out.
So long had passed since she had last walked this world. Since those things had bound her tight, bound her within a seal so large that it was impossible for any mortal to conceive of it. A massive undertaking that had destroyed most of the Cetra and left a part of this world permanently dead.
Now, she was free and standing on the edge of the place where she had been trapped. Already, she had been out, traveling. Already, she had started the song.
So many now had blood of her warriors in their veins. While not all the beings called demons now were truly of her kind, it had been many long, long years since her warriors had been loosed upon the mortals. Even during the war, she had encouraged them to breed with the humans. Those things bred so easily, so fast, that she found it useful. An army, being bred for her, to slave for her, to be thrown at her enemies.
Many of those children had been slain by their horrified mothers. Many others had lived. Lived and died and never knew they were anything other than the mortal demons that surrounded them. Most never knew that their fathers had been Jenova’s immortal warriors. The only ones who did not were her sons. Only one had a child that she knew of before she was sealed. They should have bred more. Perhaps the Cetra had tracked them down as they had her fighters?
The human who had freed her, who had touched her magic so very long ago, had been of particular use. That one, so delightfully twisted in so many ways, had all but begged to serve her. He had done so from the moment they had first made contact. Such an amusing human flaw, pride. He had thought that he alone could undo the binding set into place by the most powerful magic users ever born, fed by the deaths of thousands, and continued to feed on any life that came close.
He had been reading the magic, trying to find out what it had held. And he did. When she had caught him, wandering so close, a flare of life that she planned to destroy and feed upon. Instead, he had worshiped her. Plucking the thoughts right out of his head, she realized that he had meant the words that he had gotten out before she had sealed his mouth. He wanted to serve her. To free her and watch her stand in glory over the broken remains of the pathetic beings that ruled the planet.
Why he wanted that was for purely selfish reasons. He wanted to live like her kind. Long and without so much human frailty. It had taken her a while to understand, but he wanted to solve mysteries. Solve them and force the world to bend the way he saw it. Such an amusing delusion, but one she had not been unwilling to use.
Such a wonderful little puppet, her human pet. He had brought her much information over the years and asked for very little back. Once such thing had been a touch of her magic. He had bred a child, and wanted to see if having even a tiny bit of her power outside of the seal would have an effect on the seal itself. It hadn’t, but the child did take more after her than his mortal mother. She had seen that easily enough. Both in power and appearance.
But, to her frustration, her pet could not tell her what she wanted to know most. Where her family was. Her sons had been powerful, bred of her and a Cetra who had betrayed his own kind. Such a mixing of blood.... She could not find any other power that would tell her where they were sealed. The human tried to tell her that they were dead, had been killed by the Cetra not long after she had been sealed.
She had punished him for such a lie, and currently he was laying in the dust, still twitching slightly. He would continue to twitch until she returned and unlocked the spell on him. For now, though, she was going to find her kin.
Thus, she stood here. There was still a great deal of power, lingering in the very earth itself. So many years of power gathering could not be dispersed so easily, and it was easy to reach out and bring it to herself. From that, she wove out the spell that would seek out what she wanted.
This was not the first time she had done so. When she had started her song, it would start bringing to her an army. Small at first, but she had plans for a greater one.
This song, however, was not for her warriors to be. It was for her blood.
The result was entirely frustrating, though.
As if she was trying to see through a fog, Jenova tried to follow trails of power, which would be drawn to her children’s children. At some point, there had to be more. Her sons wouldn’t have stopped, and they should have sired enough children to leave a decent trail of power.
Instead, there was a lack of anything that could be called strong. It was as if she stood in a fog, caught in a blinding mist, unable to find her prey.
She had blood kin. She was -sure- of it. Something tugged at her, and she went one way first, than another.
Wherever they were, they were blocked from magic. Unable to feel her spells on them.
It had to be the fault of those who had bound her. They had found her kin and bound them as well.
Screaming, Jenova lashed out, destroying earth around her, flames rising up from nothing to burn everything around her to dust. She took out her anger on the world around her, and for miles around, people would wake up screaming from nightmares. She could feel it. Not that she cared.
Still snarling, panting a bit for breath as she recovered her temper, the demon queen forced herself to calm. Once she had, she reached out and gathered up the magic again. No, if she was going to do this, she was going to make sure that she did it right. So they were blocked from magic. That would have been a disability that others would know of. It would be something easily sensed. There were -other- ways to hunt, however. Just because they could not hear her song did not mean that they were hidden from her. The Cetra underestimated her if that was their grand plan.
Forming the magic into shapes, she willed the shapes into focus and action. They were a strange cross of hound and weasel. Vicious and cunning, and trackers beyond all earthly ability. Pricking her fingers, she fed them her own blood.
“Find those who carry this,” she murmured. “Find the strongest ones, the ones with this blood in their bodies.” It would have to be over a certain amount, or else they would not be able to find it. But her blood was strong, and Jenova was sure that, even after all these years, there would be some of her line around. With as much power as she gave them, they should also be able to find where her sons were sealed. “Go.”
In a flurry of ghostly pale magic and dust, they vanished. They could return when they had found their prey. Then, she would go and collect her children.
For now, though, now she had plans.
The Cetra had sealed her, her sons, and kept others of her bloodline from their rightful inheritance of magic. She would destroy everything they tried to protect. In order to do so, she would have to have an army. A true army.
Pulling up more magic, she began to sing. She sang to the children of her warriors, putting more power behind it, wanting those who were stronger, who had more willpower than the weak ones she had collected so far.
They were bound to her by bonds more ancient than any of them could imagine. Sacred vows sworn to her by their many times grandparents.
Vows they would now have to answer. She was a queen of demons, and would not be denied.
Jenova sang.
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Eeeeeeeeeep. o_o
Methinks Cloud is going to have scary visitors soon. I keep thinking of the shadows in The Princess and the Frog. Scaaaaary.
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I predict angst and pissed off characters. :) Be interesting to see which characters she snares with her more recent song.