Sylphe
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The mask had broken. She felt the wet wood give under the sharpness of her horns. She felt splinters caress her skin, and her head swam. Droplets of water did nothing to calm the pain, did nothing to quiet the echo and pulse in her mind. Her maw opened wide as a gasp was stolen from her. The pillar of Wind had fallen. The sand under her feet resonated with its howl, its rending metal and heavy thuds in the sand. All of those sensations were background noise for Ribali as she wondered about a particular one. Did she hear Ulum scream, voice swallowed by the cyclone? She didn’t feel the water splatter like blood and bone upon her skull, and for a second she wondered if shattering the mask was enough to slay her foe. She felt a tinge of disappointment for all of the elemental’s great words wasted. No. Her tendrils twitched with subtle cold. Ulum was very much still here, her feet told her through sound. Closing the short distance, she wondered if they still looked like her under that mask. Blind eyes turned towards the elemental, the image in her mind clear even without sight. Once a furious, wounded child, shunned for growing horns. Every touch nothing but a reminder. Hunched over, she breathed a sandstorm into a newborn world, so that nobody ever had to see themselves again. So they lived in burrows speckled with hung lanterns, the storm’s roar and darkness background noise that helped them sleep. “Knew we’d make it.” Amit whispered, drenched from the strange flood. The aunt only nodded, having lived in strange times before - and brushed the sand and mud off her niece’s cheek. Ribali’s fingers caressed nothing but air. The demoness’ longing exhale turned into a huff. What began as a gentle touch was now a wild snap of her claws against the elemental. Once she opens her eyes again, she’ll meet herself in every pond and mirror. She’d see her arms, calloused through fire. She’d see the face and tail of an animal just like she’d finally bear witness to the glittering feathers, the sunlight filtering through and ever pelting storm. Ulum’s wing snapped open against her obsidian, and she snarled. Her tail lashed up against the heavy armor as thoughts sped in her mind, excitement into her thoughts even as she traced the steps of her enemy. They struck like thunder, and she would answer in kind, tail lashing towards the space she expected the ocean arm to occupy. She would see Ulum. If there was anything left of them, she’d learn the truth behind all of their claims and kind voice. She would have to see herself, as well. Wingless and horned, but so hopelessly alive. Without a trace of her creator’s hand. Finding her own light and form from the lava, glass and rock of her caves. The tempo had changed. Something was wrong, and just as the demon pondered the thought of creating her own wings, a heavy crash struck her shoulders instead of side. She mustered a heavy gasp as Ulum knocked the air out of her heated lungs. Her arms gave in to the twitch and sharp pain, and she collapsed into the sand, her side diving down into the crimson pellets. No. Her head swam. The thoughts she believed clear were veiled with pain, escaping her. Whenever she tried to grasp them, she found only a dull ache. She struggled to lift herself up, arms that used to be so strong losing the battle against their injury. NOT YET. She pushed, every thought sluggish. It was not the end, it couldn’t be. But with bones shattered and broken teeth, with sides crying out to draw in a breath, with armor cracking and shards resting within, every movement of hers would be slow and countered by the watchful elemental. She was a hunter at wit’s end, cornered by the recklessness of an artist and a monster. She felt Ulum’s steps and heard their whispers. They danced around her, tricking her, exploiting the lack of sight. She couldn’t see their eyes in the dark that came closing back in on the little clarity she built. Even then, she could tell they were grinning. How DARE you. How dare you best me… She felt that familiar pride prickle through her pain. Her translucent lips curled into a grin of her own before it gave way to a pained quiver. No Lord liked their champion to surrender themselves to another. The pillars shattered with fury all around her ever since the clash began, and if she stayed down in the sand’s warmth, without a doubt Earth would be next. There was still one path to triumph. Spite and wrath sunk their claws just as deep as dread. Her own closed around the marble of the flowers and insects, of monsoon rains. Something they couldn’t expect. Ribali’s arm rose. No injury was the cause of its shaking. It was a betrayal no one should ever be forced to fear. The Jungle shuddered, countless eyes looking up to watch an eclipse. Its leaves curled in and deep, shrouding the many pink-eyed believers still enticed by the beauty of the darkened suns. She is not the one you knew, cried the fig wasps with a horrified buzz. It was a plan. She had a plan. The marble will crack. The petals will blind, the vines ensnare, giving her enough time to feel everyone die. Tear open Ulum, cold blood falling onto- Two hands, holding on to the lush marble with reverence. With so much love, so much care. Ribali’s claws and fingers clenched tight against the glass skies. Her head hung low, hand sinking into the sand. The voice that spoke in booming accusations and roars was now its ghost. “Run.” The demon whispered. “Run, Ulum. Be waves. Be lakes. Be an oasis. Die as your self. I won’t, no matter how this ends.” The demoness’ words fell gravely. Her claws around the jungle marble opened, letting it slide across the sand and catch dust. Ribali exhaled at the pleasant warmth between her fingers, dampening the pain and heavy anticipation. She breathed in rasps as she listened, hearing unsteady steps escaping. Pausing, as if looking back. Her claws sunk deeper. Beyond Ulum was a blurring echo of lives, of wishes, of sacrifice. Nothing but the toys of other gods. Nothing but expendable creations. She brought the dusty marble back towards Orion’s belt. It touched the other with a quiet clink. Her hand closed around a different world. She heard a child, begging for protection in the shifting sands of her song. She heard herself in deafening silence, holding on to nothing but the fading, fuzzy memory of joy. She could never save both. “I love you,” The demoness whispered to the shifting marble, the first, the one littered with cracks of her fury. “I always… have. I…” She stood up. Blood dripped out of her maw, and she made no effort to spit it. Empty words, Said her heart. They mean nothing. If you truly cared, you would’ve died, letting them live on. Ribali strode forward, step after step, her tail swaying in a pendulum’s motion. Beat after beat, counting the last hours of a precious world. She wondered how they’d count days in the storm. Even if her heart caved under its heave, she wondered. But you were too weak. The sand of the desert settled. It gave way to the clear deep red sky. The towers burrowed deep into the endless gorge of space. Ribali swallowed a horrible, soul rending roar. Teeth ground teeth until they cracked into cutting dust as she sped into an unsteady run. The marble of vast deserts, the marble of chaos, the marble of hatred. They held it gently, as if it could break any moment, as if it could offer any comfort. What were a thousand lights to one? What were a thousand lives to one that was her own? What were they to this Lord? The Earth was cruel, trapping cavers under rockfalls to suffocate. Was this their way? Was it hers? Her muscles worked against the broken and torn shoulder, snapping further. With a swing of her tail for balance she counted Rem’s final day, and cast the marble towards the many fuzzy steps in the sand. The marble soared, lost to her sight. It met the sun in its flight, its rays tinting the still surface gold. It was too late to turn back now, regardless. “Hawk!” The child called out, running across the damp rock and nearly slipping into the abyss below, giving her aunt a considerable scare. “Aunt Mashi, the Hawk returned the sun!” Where the sandfalls glinted gold roared running water, reflecting warm evening light. Ribali fell forward, one single hand doing little to stop her weight. It skid against the sand, drag burning through her skin. She clawed her way back up in silence. A weight swelled in her chest as she awaited the marble to shatter, and all the little shards of her to follow. The only warning to the scuffle of three was a glint of gold against the afternoon sky. It tore through like a tiny star falling. A terrible sandstorm erupted from its glass confines. An inferno of pelting quartz and raging winds, striking eyes, choking breath. The bowels of Rem’s earth cried out with a terrified tremor. One by one, the black towers fell. The armor on her chest split open with a screech of melting, breaking rock. She burned inside, flames heavier than lead. The beast barrelled forward, the heave of her steps drawing marks across the crimson expanse. She broke into the sandstorm, strong back legs propelling her forward still. Her horns slashed forward to gore anyone unfortunate enough to be the first. One by one or all at once, it no longer mattered to her. The four would fall.
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