Now Ekkehardt is the one who is, if less obviously than Avery, confused about what's happening here. Really, the only one who seems to have any idea what's going on (in theory) is Vanessa.
"Well, it seemed a waste to let him freeze to death," he mutters, crossing his arms and glancing over at Avery, then back at Vanessa, in a sort of do you know what she's saying? sort of way.
Vanessa claps her hands together and smiles brightly. "See? I knew you enjoyed our game just as much as my prince as I did, Sir Wizard!"
Avery doesn't respond, doesn't avert his gaze from Vanessa, a dawning horror spreading across his features.
"If you'd like, I'm sure I can find something to help you out. What sort of power are you looking for this time? Oh! Maybe we can try and find something to help revive the Overlord!"
"I'm afraid I'm not looking for anything anymore," Ekkehardt says, letting the creature in him uncoil a little. He radiates heat, melting the ice around him. "So this arrangement you've seemingly made for all of us is at an end, at least on my part. I require nothing from you."
He tilts his head, fingers tightening on his crossed arms. "I came to see what's become of you, to see if your prince's hopes that you were simply cursed or otherwise misguided, supernaturally, were true. But, sadly, this appears not to be the case."
The creature within Avery twitches, either urging him to do something or simply reacting to Ekkehardt's own, but he barely registers the feeling. "It was all a lie," he murmurs, hands loosely at his sides. "You... I killed so many people for you. I fought for you. I wanted nothing more than to see you safe..."
His eyes sting, vision growing blurry as Vanessa faces Ekkehardt, hands on her hips in a huff. "Well then! If you're not going to, I'll just find someone else. There are plenty of would-be despots in the world who would be more than happy to help!"
She crosses the distance to Avery, her hands on his cheeks as she stares up at him with adoring eyes. "My wonderful, darling prince... Let's get rid of this man together, shall we? Then everything can go back to the way it was."
The world goes silent--a long, wretched, oppressive thing that stretches on for too long until it's broken by Avery's quiet "No."
To say Avery wasn't taking it well would be an understatement, he thinks. He can feel the pangs of sympathetic pain in an empty chest, a side-effect of the transferral (or, maybe, it's simpler than that, and he simply feels sorry for him).
He had fought hard, after all. As a hero, Avery was an opponent he had always respected. It gnaws at him that all that effort was for naught, on both their ends.
His power uncoils little by little, understanding that he needs it to be ready for whatever comes next. He can't imagine it will be any good.
"You don't want to be together anymore?" Vanessa presses Avery, verbally and physically, her nails digging lightly into his cheek.
Avery doesn't respond, can't even bring himself to look at her, and as Vanessa's features contort in fury, Avery hisses in pain as her hands turn unbearably cold.
"No," she hisses. "You're lying. I won't let you go. You're mine, my prince. MINE!"
"Well, I think that's our cue to leave," Ekkehardt says sharply, grabbing Avery's arm and bodily yanking him away from her, heat radiating from him as the beast uncoils, wary and ready. With or without Avery's permission, he's dragging the man out of the throne room as fast as he possibly can.
(Whatever power Vanessa has isn't the same as the one that lives in him, but the creature can taste it, the imminent signs of a howling blizzard, a crashing slide of snow. A disaster waiting to happen.)
"I'd thank you for the hospitality, your Majesty, but I'm sadly disinclined to thank you for anything at this point in time!"
Avery is tugged along, moving almost robotically even as the creature inside writhes, tries to push him to fight or flee or anything at all, sensing the danger building up so quickly around it.
Avery barely notices it.
(Nothing but an object to her. A trophy, a piece, a pawn. Never a hero, just a puppet dancing on the string to her tune. Does she really love him? Did she ever?
Why can't he say anything to her? Why can't he scream at her, rage and lash out, lay her low like the soldiers before?
What was it all for?
Why doesn't he hate her?)
Vanessa's hair whips around her in a non-existent wind, her teeth bared as she screams, the stained glass shattering into a thousand shards of color, wind and snow pouring through. From the open windows spreads a thick, shimmering coat of ice, and from the ground spikes shoot up from the tile, following in Ekkehardt's footsteps, careless of what or who they might impale on their way to their target.
"Move, you idiot!" Ekkehardt shoves Avery ahead of him - he doesn't have a life left to lose, so the ice that nips at his heels and catch and shred at his old robes hit mostly empty air. "Run! Do something, unless you're so intent on dying for love that you want this throne room to be your grave as well!"
He turns and lets loose another burst of heat, ice melting near-instantly into water. The creature turns and twists feverishly inside his ribcage, sensing danger near, wanting him to break free and bolt as he's done so many times before.
Avery gasps, head whipping around to look at Ekkehardt as he tries to regain his footing, the words sinking deep in his mind and rousing some semblance of self-preservation within him, even as it wars with his desire to save a woman he knows can't be saved.
In the end, the beast makes Avery's decision for him.
He shudders, practically folding in on himself as his consciousness begins to fade, taking a back seat to his companion's pure instinct and desire. Shadows pour like ink from his mouth and eyes, wrapping around his body, writhing as if alive.
Claw-tipped hands drag the mess of black out the door, the creature letting out an inhuman howl of pain as another assault of ice catches him in the side just before he escapes into the streets of the castle town.
"Well, that's solved," he mutters, leaping free of another burst of ice and running after him. He doesn't feel the need to change - he's not so destructive - but he needs to keep an eye on Avery. When the beast's instincts wear off - and they will - he'll be mostly useless, so one of them has to be sensible.
(He wonders when he started thinking about Avery like this. A pair, rather than two apart who happened to live in the same place.
He's not sure if he hates him any more. That feels like a betrayal, almost.)
Screams echo in the freezing streets--of townspeople unlucky enough to get in the beast's way, of guards and soldiers who dared to raise a weapon in defense of their lives and the lives of others. White snow turns red only to fade back to white, covered by the roaring blizzard as quickly as it can be stained.
Avery doesn't stop until he breaches the gates, carrying bodies along with it, souls ripped out and devoured to aid in closing the wound inflicted upon him in the throne room.
Indistinct, inhuman, and on edge, the beast continues to stalk through the forest outside the city walls, yellow eyes shining bright as they dart about, searching for any more threats to his well-being.
It's all he can do to keep up, to avoid being slowed down by the soon-to-be-dead or the rolling snow or Avery's own trail of collateral damage. He leaps like a deer, his light weight meaning he can run over and ahead of the avalanche.
(Despite himself, he drags more than a few townspeople - adults and children alike - out of harm's way, his radiant warmth shielding them from being flash-frozen instantly. He harries them to run, to get as far away as possible, and exerts more power than strictly necessary to keep the snow from rolling over them until they have a fighting chance. And, well, hopefully they'll never whiten his reputation by saying the old, evil wizard did it. If they live.)
Avery is easy to find, at least, once he's done following his personal little whim. The ominous shadow with glowing eyes stalking among the trees isn't exactly hard to miss, and even if it was, Ekkehardt doubts he could miss him anyway. His power senses when Avery is near, tugs towards him when he's far.
"If you savage me, I'll be very displeased," he informs the beast, crossing his arms and staring it - him - down.
The beast growls down at Ekkehardt without malice, then cranes his head this way and that to observe the area. Seeing nothing there that would pose a threat and acknowledging Ekkehardt's presence as some form of safety (a fact that Avery, were he in any state to notice it, would react to with absolute mortification), the beast gives way to the man cocooned within, shadows peeling away and dissipating into the air of an artificial winter, leaving Avery collapsed on his hands and knees, struggling to keep his eyes open.
"I want to go," he murmurs after a moment.
(Go home, he thinks, but he doesn't know where that is anymore.)
The sudden sting of pity jabs him in a heart he thought (he denied) that he no longer possessed. Rather than speak and betray his own emotions by the waver of his voice, he kneels to pick him up.
"Worry about that later. Go to sleep," he says, simply, his voice almost unbearably gentle; a remnant of a man he thought had died long ago. He can only hope that Avery will be too addled, or too embarrassed, to mention this later.
Where to go? Well, there's only one place for him now; the place he'd spent so long languishing in, the one Avery had departed in anger. It's the only place that he's reasonably sure they'll be safe from detection - he'd made it so, painstakingly.
So he goes back to the place he's always called home, since his lord died. (Whether it's Avery's home is yet to be decided.)
Avery hardly leaves his room at all, though he's more than capable of getting out of bed after two days of recovery. He sleeps and gets up to eat, but otherwise locks himself away to live in his own thoughts.
"You were right," he finally says to Ekkehardt one day. "It is weakness. Humanity, love... It's all pointless."
He doesn't attempt to coax Avery out of his room in those early days. As long as he's not starving himself out of grief or something similarly lovelorn, it's good enough for now.
"Coming around to the idea at last, are you?" He sounds more curious than mocking.
"It only makes sense," he says with a nod. "I should have seen what was going on over the years. How possessive she was of me, the way you and your master would always somehow know she had some relic you needed on her or how she 'magically' seemed to come into possession of one...
Those adventures were the only time I ever really got to leave the city, you know. She'd always get so upset whenever I thought about taking a vacation. Not unless she got to go too."
He hangs his head and shuts his eyes. "No one said anything. No one stopped it, or her, or me... No one lifting a hand when I was locked away, coming after me with chains and cages when I wasn't something that could be controlled anymore... All this time I've been nothing but a pawn in some greater game I never knew I was playing."
His voice goes darker by the word, trembling with cold fury. "The only people who bothered with me, who saved my life, are you and--" he taps his chest, "--my little friend here."
Face in shadows save for his golden eyes, he bares his teeth. "Parasites," he hisses. "They're nothing but weak, worthless little parasites, feeding off of others in some useless attempt to pretend they're something more than they are!"
"My, my. Now who sounds like a villain?" It's a jab without any bite to it. The bitterness is familiar enough that he won't even try to refute it. "But I won't argue against it. Love is a powerful cage, even if those who receive it from you don't deserve it."
Avery narrows his eyes. "Maybe I am a villain," he replies, words clipped and dripping with bitterness. "I sure as hell wasn't ever a hero, was I? So sorry if that screws up how glamorous your death was."
Ekkehardt has done nothing wrong. Even Avery doesn't know why he said it. Maybe it's just because everything hurts so much right now. It seems unfair that others don't feel it too.
He laughs, the sound harsh. "If you think that was glamorous, you know very little about death. I thought you'd know better, as experienced with getting yourself into treacherous situations as you are."
He leans forward, his eyes glittering. "But you're foolish as ever, it seems."
"You were wrong," he replies, after a long moment of silence. "About who - and what - I was thinking of when I told you it was a terrible idea to go after her."
His shoulders hike up a little, almost defensively. "There's something you didn't know."
That manages to pierce through the self-loathing, if only a little. It still stings, of course (yet another thing he was wrong about in the end, and yes, it was one of the worst ideas he's ever had), but his curiosity manages to get the best of him.
"It was the reason I received this blessing." His voice is sharp and bitter, and despite his best efforts, still pained. "I did it for love, of course. Someone I wanted to protect, going so far as to exchange our places, to spare him the pain..."
He shrugs. "And, well, look at how I've turned out. There's a lesson in that, don't you think?"
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"Well, it seemed a waste to let him freeze to death," he mutters, crossing his arms and glancing over at Avery, then back at Vanessa, in a sort of do you know what she's saying? sort of way.
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Avery doesn't respond, doesn't avert his gaze from Vanessa, a dawning horror spreading across his features.
"If you'd like, I'm sure I can find something to help you out. What sort of power are you looking for this time? Oh! Maybe we can try and find something to help revive the Overlord!"
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He tilts his head, fingers tightening on his crossed arms. "I came to see what's become of you, to see if your prince's hopes that you were simply cursed or otherwise misguided, supernaturally, were true. But, sadly, this appears not to be the case."
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His eyes sting, vision growing blurry as Vanessa faces Ekkehardt, hands on her hips in a huff. "Well then! If you're not going to, I'll just find someone else. There are plenty of would-be despots in the world who would be more than happy to help!"
She crosses the distance to Avery, her hands on his cheeks as she stares up at him with adoring eyes. "My wonderful, darling prince... Let's get rid of this man together, shall we? Then everything can go back to the way it was."
The world goes silent--a long, wretched, oppressive thing that stretches on for too long until it's broken by Avery's quiet "No."
Vanessa's face goes blank. "What?"
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He had fought hard, after all. As a hero, Avery was an opponent he had always respected. It gnaws at him that all that effort was for naught, on both their ends.
His power uncoils little by little, understanding that he needs it to be ready for whatever comes next. He can't imagine it will be any good.
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Avery doesn't respond, can't even bring himself to look at her, and as Vanessa's features contort in fury, Avery hisses in pain as her hands turn unbearably cold.
"No," she hisses. "You're lying. I won't let you go. You're mine, my prince. MINE!"
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(Whatever power Vanessa has isn't the same as the one that lives in him, but the creature can taste it, the imminent signs of a howling blizzard, a crashing slide of snow. A disaster waiting to happen.)
"I'd thank you for the hospitality, your Majesty, but I'm sadly disinclined to thank you for anything at this point in time!"
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Avery barely notices it.
(Nothing but an object to her. A trophy, a piece, a pawn. Never a hero, just a puppet dancing on the string to her tune. Does she really love him? Did she ever?
Why can't he say anything to her? Why can't he scream at her, rage and lash out, lay her low like the soldiers before?
What was it all for?
Why doesn't he hate her?)
Vanessa's hair whips around her in a non-existent wind, her teeth bared as she screams, the stained glass shattering into a thousand shards of color, wind and snow pouring through. From the open windows spreads a thick, shimmering coat of ice, and from the ground spikes shoot up from the tile, following in Ekkehardt's footsteps, careless of what or who they might impale on their way to their target.
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He turns and lets loose another burst of heat, ice melting near-instantly into water. The creature turns and twists feverishly inside his ribcage, sensing danger near, wanting him to break free and bolt as he's done so many times before.
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In the end, the beast makes Avery's decision for him.
He shudders, practically folding in on himself as his consciousness begins to fade, taking a back seat to his companion's pure instinct and desire. Shadows pour like ink from his mouth and eyes, wrapping around his body, writhing as if alive.
Claw-tipped hands drag the mess of black out the door, the creature letting out an inhuman howl of pain as another assault of ice catches him in the side just before he escapes into the streets of the castle town.
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(He wonders when he started thinking about Avery like this. A pair, rather than two apart who happened to live in the same place.
He's not sure if he hates him any more. That feels like a betrayal, almost.)
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Avery doesn't stop until he breaches the gates, carrying bodies along with it, souls ripped out and devoured to aid in closing the wound inflicted upon him in the throne room.
Indistinct, inhuman, and on edge, the beast continues to stalk through the forest outside the city walls, yellow eyes shining bright as they dart about, searching for any more threats to his well-being.
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(Despite himself, he drags more than a few townspeople - adults and children alike - out of harm's way, his radiant warmth shielding them from being flash-frozen instantly. He harries them to run, to get as far away as possible, and exerts more power than strictly necessary to keep the snow from rolling over them until they have a fighting chance. And, well, hopefully they'll never whiten his reputation by saying the old, evil wizard did it. If they live.)
Avery is easy to find, at least, once he's done following his personal little whim. The ominous shadow with glowing eyes stalking among the trees isn't exactly hard to miss, and even if it was, Ekkehardt doubts he could miss him anyway. His power senses when Avery is near, tugs towards him when he's far.
"If you savage me, I'll be very displeased," he informs the beast, crossing his arms and staring it - him - down.
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"I want to go," he murmurs after a moment.
(Go home, he thinks, but he doesn't know where that is anymore.)
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"Worry about that later. Go to sleep," he says, simply, his voice almost unbearably gentle; a remnant of a man he thought had died long ago. He can only hope that Avery will be too addled, or too embarrassed, to mention this later.
Where to go? Well, there's only one place for him now; the place he'd spent so long languishing in, the one Avery had departed in anger. It's the only place that he's reasonably sure they'll be safe from detection - he'd made it so, painstakingly.
So he goes back to the place he's always called home, since his lord died. (Whether it's Avery's home is yet to be decided.)
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"You were right," he finally says to Ekkehardt one day. "It is weakness. Humanity, love... It's all pointless."
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"Coming around to the idea at last, are you?" He sounds more curious than mocking.
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Those adventures were the only time I ever really got to leave the city, you know. She'd always get so upset whenever I thought about taking a vacation. Not unless she got to go too."
He hangs his head and shuts his eyes. "No one said anything. No one stopped it, or her, or me... No one lifting a hand when I was locked away, coming after me with chains and cages when I wasn't something that could be controlled anymore... All this time I've been nothing but a pawn in some greater game I never knew I was playing."
His voice goes darker by the word, trembling with cold fury. "The only people who bothered with me, who saved my life, are you and--" he taps his chest, "--my little friend here."
Face in shadows save for his golden eyes, he bares his teeth. "Parasites," he hisses. "They're nothing but weak, worthless little parasites, feeding off of others in some useless attempt to pretend they're something more than they are!"
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Ekkehardt has done nothing wrong. Even Avery doesn't know why he said it. Maybe it's just because everything hurts so much right now. It seems unfair that others don't feel it too.
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He leans forward, his eyes glittering. "But you're foolish as ever, it seems."
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His shoulders hike up a little, almost defensively. "There's something you didn't know."
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"What do you mean? It wasn't him?
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He shrugs. "And, well, look at how I've turned out. There's a lesson in that, don't you think?"
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