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Elironda's Chronicles
The Face of Thy Enemy
Elironda slowly walked in to the basement as her black wings drifted behind her. There was anger across her face, “such an easy way out,” she said as she walked over to a table with tools on it. The table was lined with all kinds of tools. She carefully ran her over every item. A slight smile crossed her lips as the darkness in her eyes glimmered through.
She picked up a pair of pliers, “I promise, I will find out how you and your friends managed to escape me.” She turned her attention to the body lying on the make shift fire pit. The feet of the body were tied to a rope and ready to be raised upright. “Your friends will not escape me again,” she said walking towards the body. She slowly dropped down next to the head of the body. Carefully she moved the hair to the side as she tilted her head to the side. “You are beautiful……for a human…”
“I love your long brown hair,” Elironda said as she ran her hand through the body’s hair. “It’s just so soft…” Slowly she started to force the mouth open. “Even in death you resist me,” she said struggling till the jaw cracked and the mouth fall open. “There it is….” She said reaching in to the mouth with the pliers. “I knew a human woman as pretty as you are,” she said struggling till she could pull the poisoned tooth from the mouth. “She is long dead now. But when she was alive, she disguised herself as my son and drove a knife in to my back.” Elironda let a bit of a laughter out, “she long dead…..but your not….”
She slowly stood up and gazed at the tooth, “And for you…..My Lord,” she said speaking to Loki. “Did you get a good laugh at tonight’s debacle,” she asked as she walked over to the table. “I can’t imagine you failed to find their suffering hilarious.” She paused with what she was doing as she turned and leaned up against the table.
“I just don’t know how you managed to pull that off,” she said softly speaking to Ahab. She felt him wanting to be heard. There was a hint of a struggle on her face as she willed him in to silence. “You have caused enough problems for this day.”
She looked over at the body. Then she turned back to the table and placed the tooth in to a small glass tube. “Did your slave….your poppet, play her part well tonight,” Elironda asked of her deity. “If you were pleased, can you please grant this humble request.” She placed the tube in to her pocket. “I know that monster is out there, consuming souls.” She walked back to the body and leaned down next to it, “they need the answers that this woman has if they are going to have a fighting chance against it. I ask….I beg it of you. Bring this soul back and awaken this lifeless body so that she will answer their questions.”
Elironda looked to the side, “I know I hate her.” After a breath, she turned her gaze back to the lifeless body. “She is enjoying the afterlife. All that I should have. All that I have earned. But, I don’t have it.” She fell silent as she looked down at the lifeless body. Her eyes narrowed as she gazed down at the body, “but that will change soon….”
She reached over with her right hand and pulled the long leather glove off her left hand. Her skeleton hand moved as she held it up before her face. She could hear the bones rubbing against each other as she opened and closed her hand. Anger and hate started to give way to self-loathing as she continued to gaze at her hand. “All because you needed your puppet.” She closed her eyes as a tear slowly started to form at the ends of her eye lids, “and so I will be your puppet,” she said as she lowered her head.
She reached up with her right hand and whipped the tears away as she looked up to the ceiling of the basement. In that, anger overran all other emotions as she fought to control it. “I played my part. AND will continue to play my part. But they need to know what this woman knows. Please protect this woman’s soul and make sure it finds its way back to this body.”
Elironda heard footsteps and quickly made sure that her hand was concealed once more. She turned at the voice of Ahmed crying out, “what in the name of the Gods are you doing with that body!?”
Elironda glanced at the broken jaw of the body and brushed it off. “We need to bring this woman back to the realm of the living.”
The old priest gazed at her, “I know you….I saw your lifeless body…..you were dead….”
Elironda rose to her feet and walked over to the rope. “Yeah, you did. You spoke with me from the realm of the living.”
“How are you alive,” he asked.
Elironda started to pull the body up by its feet, “life is but a symptom of my condition. Death is the wrong cure for it.”
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