My Light Nevermore
My light nevermore I hunted, I schemed, I wept, I dreamed Yet it seems I must wake once more. The dreams of us are nevermore My love was pure as the light I shine The gifts I offered were divine. Yet darkness now holds your soul And nothing I do can take hold. But fear not my love, for I will carve away the rot Like water to mud And all that will remain is the shine of my love And you, the same.
Fragments thoughts——from the light goddess seeking Abaddon
Time passed slowly. The Light Goddess found herself nearly lulled into boredom, waiting for anything to bear fruit. Her champion still played coy, eluding her advances with a courtship that grew increasingly tiresome. He needed to return already.
Her desire to put that monster god in his place had only set Abaddon off on some journey she cared little about—as long as the Dark Goddess stayed away from her light. And the pathetic elves were not creating the chaos she desired, but that was merely a side project that could simmer. As long as none interfered with her champion, she was content.
Or so she thought.
A new light messenger approached, bearing news. She perked up hopefully—it seemed in good spirits, which could only mean—
"Do you have word from my champion?"
The messenger's good-natured smile faltered. It seemed the news would not please her.
"I care not what it says. Leave me be."
The messenger appeared confused, unsure how to proceed. Her patience wore thin, but curiosity stirred slightly. The fact that it still wished to deliver the message meant it might have some worth. At least it was something.
"Fine. The letter. I grow bored anyway."
It eagerly bowed and handed her the correspondence. She skimmed it first with little interest, then bolted upright and read it carefully.
They were not supposed to find him. And why was he in a cave? She had assumed he'd taken over a human city—this wasn't adding up. What was she missing?
He needs me.
It was the only explanation that made sense. He was trying to find a way to escape the Dark Goddess's grasp and didn't know how, so he hid away, waiting for her touch. Her heart fluttered—of course! She had been a fool. She had schemed versus coming for him directly. She'd assumed he was playing coy, but he wanted her presence.
"Let all know: do not follow unless you wish to become ash. I will return in time." That was enough for them to understand.
Soaring above the rot lands, her heart raced with anticipation. Alone in the mountains—what could they do there, unseen by all but themselves?
She found the source of darkness easily enough—a taint upon the land that stood in stark contrast to the purity of her light. She landed gracefully, brushing back her hair and smoothing her dress. Her flesh was pristine; no dust could touch her. He would receive her full grace, and she would reclaim her champion.
Yet despite ignoring the stench, the cave held... nothing? Was this a lie? A test? Doubt bled into her certainty. The time that had passed—was it not longing for her, but an attempt to... stay away?
Please... He chose me... He prayed to me... He wanted me... He is my champion.
She tried exploring outside to clear her head. The darkness of the cave felt uninviting, an oppression that broke her usual calm. But while outside, she felt something—a path? A trail left by his essence, one she knew well even tainted as it was. And he was fleeing? Or...
She wasn't sure what to think and took a moment to pause, focusing her mind on what she should do now.
The trail led toward a city? It made little sense—he hadn't been there before when she'd thought he was. Yet now he was, for what reason? She laughed aloud to herself. "Oh, my love, is this the chase you seek? To see how far I will go to follow you?"
Well, she had made him wait, so perhaps he'd earned a bit of love-chasing from her. But it would be light she saw in the end, not shadow. Just wait.
She took to the air once more, feeling light and free. He was waiting in a kingdom for her, not hiding in some shameful cave. No—he wanted all to know her claim, perhaps for all to submit and bear witness to their unity. A grand spectacle for them both?
Do you have no shame? We need not the attention of mortals, you sly champion. Do you wish to make me blush before all these witnesses of my devotion? Have you no shame?
Yet even as she chided him in her thoughts, her heart sang with anticipation. Soon, very soon, she would have her champion back. She would carve away every trace of darkness, and only her pure light would remain.
The city grew larger on the horizon, and with it, her certainty that everything would return to as it should be. As it was meant to be.
As it had always been, in her dreams of what love could be.
Yet even as the distance closed, the city did not shine with shared light but showed only growing darkness—a blight upon the land. She knew the city was touched by darkness; she was not blind to such an obvious sight. But this still felt... wrong.
As if it were uninviting. A world made and loved without her. Not oppression seeking her cleansing touch, but a place standing proudly defiant against it, as if her light were the blight and the city refused to let it touch these lands.
The sight alone unnerved her and would have been enough to give her pause, if not for knowing her love was there. But what did slow her flight and made her watch was the people.
They did not cheer. They did not cower or flee at the presence of light in the sky. No... they stared, wondering what lay beyond their city of darkness, even as she began to glare.
A mixture of what appeared to be filth given human form and living shadow could be seen skittering about as she slowly flew toward the castle itself. If her love was here, that would be where he waited—where else could he be but upon a throne? Perhaps he was unaware of what his lesser subjects did there. It made sense; she had always made sure all knew their place, or let them wander her lands in the sky with indifference. They were animals, allowed to exist there. Perhaps he was adopting similar thoughts and simply hadn't cared that they were closer to them.
I will need to address that with him in time. Giving too much freedom to those beneath us breeds dangerous thoughts, and we cannot have that.
Landing on the balcony, laughter greeted her ears. How could her love be in such good spirits, not even knowing she was here? She flushed—perhaps it was the intoxication of knowing she would arrive, the anticipation of her completing this chase.
He presumes much... yet I am here, so I must relent. He won this round. I must chide him for this, lest I be seen as a fool. But who else would he be laughing with other than me?
The sight that greeted her upon entering was not her champion waiting there with people prepared to show their devotion upon her arrival, welcoming her to free him from this madness of darkness. No. Instead she saw an old, cowering king sitting and laughing with two others nearby.
A shadow spy speaking gibberish, and another man smiling in amusement—but she could feel the taint of darkness strong even from here. He was the first to notice her, losing his smile, uncertainty in his stare. The shadow spy she had been told of before followed his gaze, and she had seen it in her very rare visits.
It was the king who looked last, wondering why the mirth was no longer shared. A frown greeted her, as if unsure what he was seeing was really there.
"Ah... it seems we have a guest," the king spoke, unsure but far too calm.
Why did this unnerve her? It wasn't the words she heard—they were fair enough. No... it was the stare. The sight before her was the ultimate mockery. They all looked upon her with indifference?
Oh, my champion, what have you allowed to breed here? Or perhaps this is why you fled—you could not handle the stares of those beneath you. Or me.
She grew slightly brighter—an unspoken threat. She was not pleased and could strike soon. The king knew that look well from the many ash-born corpses of the past and shifted his gaze. The shadow spy fled, and Tom gained a grim focus, never looking away—no fear in his eyes.
"My patience is tested and my mercy thin... Where... is... my... champion..."
The eyes that watched her morphed to uncertainty. Did they truly not know? How could they be so blind? No... manipulation? Perhaps darkness could reshape her love, cloud their minds so they were as lost as he was. It would make sense—they cannot know what they cannot see.
"Where is Abaddon."
She hated that name. She did not wish to utter it, but they needed a clear voice to follow, and turning them to ash would offer nothing but her searching through a sea of fire. She would if she must—she might anyway for even needing to ask.
But first, she needed to see him—
"My lord is resting, settling into his home. I can get him and see if he wishes to speak, but I fear you may have to return later when he's more settled, as he just recently returned."
The words were absurd. Home? Not a prison he wished to escape? Return? Wait to see him? It was all too much to process, and none of this was adding up.
She flared brighter, a wave of light pulsing outward to scorch and burn everything around her. The king and Tom, who remained steadfast, flinched back from the wave of light that was not so much a strike but a burst of emotions unleashing at last as she shouted that damned name:
"ABADDON!"
Darkness pooled, pushing away her light. The flesh of the king and Tom, which had been burning from her radiance and would soon have ignited, was suddenly healed and shielded from her in a protective shroud of darkness.
The darkness swirled and formed, and through her rage she watched it flow into the mockery of essence she knew. Even if the flesh was gone and all that remained were shadows, his presence was among it. It was him—her champion, lost to this abyssal form of shadows, but still him, watching her.
Those proud, defiant eyes she knew so well still looked upon her. As long as she gazed only into them, she felt she was home. Things were back to the way they were before—him kneeling, asking for her blessing, and her giving into his devoted pleas.
Yet he was not kneeling, and she was not upon a throne.
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Against her will, tears filled her eyes and slowly spilled—a final shame in her grief at all she had endured to find him, but one that would pass. He was here. She would be with him.
Yet he did not reach to embrace her, to wipe away her shame, to beg for mercy and freedom from all that was profane. No... that defiance never wavered, remaining all the same.
"Light Goddess. I remember you from fragmented dreams, and I'm not sure what we have done to anger you enough to shout my name, nor strike at my people as if they were to blame."
What? The absurdity... I struck no one, even as they brought me shame...
Yet his words continued with their absurdity:
"I seek peace, not war. With uncertainty, my mind still fragmented about my past, but one certainty remains—you betrayed me."
The words broke her. How cruel that even now he wished to punish her for a mistake she couldn't take back. She had been wrong—she'd thought she was stopping a taint. Yet proof of that taint was his form now. It had still come to pass, and instead of rejecting that corruption, he embraced it as if it were always meant to be, treating her light and love as the wrongness.
"I'm sorry... Forgive me... I feared you were lost to something beyond me."
"I lashed out in fear... But I have learned since then. Come home. Let us end this farce. We can finally talk and be free, like we were always meant to be."
With a heavy heart, she repeated in a whisper the part that meant most to her:
"Come back to me, my champion."
He watched her, shadows slowly shifting and reforming. The audience she scorned and would burn to ash fled past her. She allowed it—they would be dealt with in time for mocking her. For now, her focus remained on what meant most.
"Perhaps we had more of a past, lost to me now. And you came for me—I will listen to what you wish to say." He watched his people flee, then focused on her once more. "But you are just a memory to me."
He extended his hand. "Let us start as equals and let go of the past, shrouded with lies and betrayal. See what new thing we can make."
The hand before her might as well have been a slap for all the force it hit her with. It shattered what little belief she had that this was merely a bad dream. She had no choice but to accept that he was lost to her.
A bitter laugh escaped her lips and turned into absurd laughter.
Equals? No... you are beneath me, and lost to darkness. Oh, my love, you are just too blind to see how far you have fallen. But worry not—I will free you, even if it must be with force. I know pain thanks to your loss, but I fear now so shall you, as I must carve the rot from your soul. Forgive me for what I must do, but when it has passed, all that will remain is the purity of our love.
She saw his uncertainty at her laughter, but his hand never wavered. So she extended hers—not in greeting, but wreathed in holy fire to purge that which stood before her.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡShZg9DhmNp
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