A Memory. #2

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[Insomnium - Last Statement]
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'The smog stained the eye, while whirling in this endless storm. The violent wind, caressed harsh over my full body, twirling, fighting, forward in this blinding labyrinth of smoke and darkened clouds. Heart beating, no soul beating with no restriction, the adrenaline pumping in every vein, for this battle must not be lost! Clinging swords in the distance, behind and beyond the wall of grey before me, drained in the mighty roar of the sky, which so often distorted me. With soaking eyes from the wind drying them, and the ashes flowing all over the ambience, I try seeing, and distincts the shapes of a fighting group of angels, their wings are dirty grey, but white, and only a two pair of blacken wings are among them. Growling, shreaking are they, as the sword pierces the flesh. I continue my rush forward, yet this opposite dragging wind and pisking rain is delaying my arrival and help. When a bloodshed is done, and a far too familiar shriek is heard in the mass of swinging blades. A pale face puked blood, and lost his brand.'

/ the magpie.




'NERGAAL!!' she screams, as seeing this black figure, fall and bleed, tip down in the murkiest of weather, unconcious and pithless. Sheathing her longsword, she dives as a torpedo after this blackwinged man, terrified as if she won't ever catch him before he hits the ground, miles beneath! The overwhelming noise of the air and sharp water rushing past, the turbulens and unrhythmic aura steady sweltering, is all what can be heard. She is falling as fast as she can, yet his unmeant advantage seems so hard to capture! Panic rules her crying mind, and she does not hear the far, yet vast, 'ISOLE! ISOLE!' desperate calls from her Solitude, shouting after her, not catching up nor seeing her or the wounded Nergal. And they loose eachother in this blinding storm.

White streaks of the raining water, coming against her hands while she reaches out to try and grab the numb and bleedy Nergal, one stance of the raven wings, and she plunges into him. The free falling sword of his ends up alone, outdistanced. She holds him hard, an uncomfortable and wryly gripp for both him and her, hurting on wounds and bend wings, and sight minimized. He utters a weak groan as he feels her embrace, falling with him. She bites together and grins as in pain, as she struggles to stir them up and beat the storming wind. 'Oh we shall not fall to ground like this!' she cries in her head, and slaps the harsh rain with her great wings, now gliding in an velocity still lethal for a body like this. Down, in front of Isole's eyes, land is soon distinguished, coming closer still too fast, a grey small sand beach in shelter between two rising rocks, steeping out to the wild ocean. And the uprising airstreams from the waves of the sea, is gently slowing, keeping them safe from a certain crash to death. Yet she stirs fast right into the sand, just three meters from the inrolling water, with a hard landing, and a certain damage done to Nergal who hits first, and he coughs blood at the very impact, spitting out over Isole's cheek.

She swiftly jumps off him, as quick as she can, and with teary eyes she adjusts his right wing, bending it down so she can see him. His dark-marked eyes are closed, his bloodied mouth closed, his nostrils steadily moving in the tact of his painful breath. Isole utters cryful sounds and drags of her gloves to touch by his wrecked chest, opening up his leathercoat more so the broken ribcage is touched by the moonlight, the little that is shining through the nearly black sky...

'Oh, Nergal...!' she weeps, not able to do anything. She looks at his face, bonewhite skin and thin, angered raven brows, dark, dark... Eye shades and eerie look, gently streaking his skinny cheek with a hand so trembling of fear yet soft as newfallen powdersnow. 'N-nergal... I'm so, so sorry...!' her silver tears fell, toned black of her mascara and heavy, black makeup. '... Don't be...' his dark and sharp voice struggles to tell, hiding very well the damage and pain. He opens his darkblue opal eyes, thin and snakelike gaze, but a depth so sorrowful. He gazes into her shiny, deep, dark forest mirrors, trying to even smile... Not like him at all. The drips of her eyes wet the sand, his long black hair, and her left claws, crampfully digging down in the grey, moisty sand.

She caressed his cold acountenance, played with his long, silky raven hair. She cried softly in the still of the rainy dark, 'I... I... What can I do?'. '... Nothing, you shall leave me...' his raspy, snake voice whispered. 'Go...'. But her compassion was greater than that, 'Ssh...! ... I won't leave you here, like this... I shalln't.' she whispered gently, touching his hair and neck. '... You must go...' he said again, in vain. 'I must not...' she whispered determinded. '... He is looking for you...' he whispered soft. And the look in her face changed... Grief. Her beautiful long, darkbrown hair fell over her porcelain face, as she leaned closer him, 'I'll find him... I'll find help... I'll come again...' she whispered looking him straight in the eyes, woods against ocean. He was pleased, and she gently pushed her shivering lips against his bloody. It was if she really thought he was dying... And she deepened the kiss to his delight. Moon's soft shimmer, merely a bleak ray, embracing the for mere seconds, passionate and melancholy birds of a feather. She departured, rose quick from her spot, gave Nergal a last glance before she turned around and stumbled her way with her metal heels sinking into the sand, to the giant rock on the right of her.

Nergal followed her with his marine and sorrow eyes, ever so wondering of whom her heart really belonged to. The lightning shone angrily over the vast clouds, and the winds hit the waves hard. Isole was a tremendeous flyer, and Nergal heed no doubts over her. She could do anything. No matter what fiends she faced. Those wings carried a being beyond this world... As she made it to the top of the rock, and lunged out in the strong seabreeze, he did whisper the words; '... Don't forget me...'. The last thing he uttered, while gazing against that sky.

Isole flapped her wings hard, to not be ceased by the too strong storm, she fought her way upwards to the only light there was; of the moon. Unknowing of Nergal's intentions, her heart stood by its decision, and was burning. The flight upwards, back to where they fell from, seemed much shorter now, for a strange reason... She flew straight up, unsure of how they really had been falling, hoping that Solitude would not have flewn too far away...! Oh, how the thunder did roar, and the rain still pisked in her face, oh sometimes one could think that Thor indeed could aim his fury a bit more precise... Somewhere... There was fighting... She was getting close, she turned, flew in the direction of the sound, and as the smog finally eased before her, she found a battling Solitude all surrounded by the blades of Whiteangels. A flame in her soul took ablaze, and instinctively she dragged her burning silversword and rushed into the herd of angels. 'You leave my man alone, you hideous pieces of rottening dogfuckers!!' she screamed and sliced off heads after heads, as if it was a dance of death. She grinned in pleasure, while doing what she was born to; slay and protect. 'AHAHAH!', she laughed as the last fiend surrounding Solitude was razed to the ground. But to no avail, for more would come... And before Solitude got the time to even say her a word, she was up and away chasing after the bastards of their lives. Solitude was amused, and most of all delighted that she came back... He had been so worried he could've teared his soul to fragments... He watched her swaying her sword amongst the crowd of whitewinged, all dancing, twirling in the air to avoid her blade and trying to get in a hit. Damn, how happy he felt. Quick as a hawk, he dived to fly up in the middle of the moving ring, right next to Isole's back and moving wings. 'You came just in time, love...' he smirked while blocking the attack of a white knight in golden armor. 'I'm always late, hun!' she replied with her hands full, dodging and rushing for two at once. 'Like the star you are...!' Solitude said tender, crushing the armor plate of the knight before him, and pierced his ribcage with a burning black flame flackering around the edge of the blade. Horrible screams and the sounds of withering ashes was heard allover, for when an angel dies, he turns to stone. Yet in the heat of the war, these forged warriors have lost this ability, and falls to nothing in merely a second.

'Ahahah! This is so much fun!' Isole screamed like a madman in climax, as she duelled the two angel-warriors to their limits. But Solitude could sense there was something not right...What had happened to Nergal? Oh, he knew Nergal was badly injured and Isole had putten him somewhere in somewhat safety, yet the glimpse in her eye told something more... Her conviction had gain one more point, which was the reason for her sudden hurry in her battling. She rushed, as she well always did, but maybe a bit too fast and careless... 'Damn!' As fast one can be, Solitude flew to Isole's neck, blocking that one little knife cast from a ranger not far away. The cling of the metals ringed in Isole's ear, and she quickly turned around in confusion. 'Don't be so reckless! Slow it down! Listen and look around you!' Solitude shout at her, not eyeing her, but securing that the one white-winged who threw his dagger surely got it back, through his throat... He gurgled blood and fell as numb down in the stormclouds. 'There's no time to sit and think in a war!' a bold, warriorman's voice roared from behind Isole. He raised his golden axe at her head, but only to get his eye pierced with the piece of metal that scattered when Isole broke the axe in half. 'YAAAH!' he screamed like a startled pig. 'Idiot!' Isole muttered, and chopped his head off. Yet the bright light shimmering from all the white knight's swords and charms was burning on these Blackangel's skins. 'Isole! We won't make this if we not use the (Light of Azazel), MEDURMALSGONDONGISA TAL UNCEPHUNCEPHGRAPHUR!' Solitude shout. 'Yes.' she replied focused, and Solitude began rambling a verse in Enochian, gathering a fire even so black around sword and claw. Isole's blood was rushing through her veines in a fatal velocity, it burned inside of her. As he uttered the words of the most ancient of the black arts, the white angels surrounding began to shiver in their hands and golden swords. As their light faded, Solitude's and Isole's grew stronger, to the point when it stopped and they released their hellish desires over the pack of no longer shining angels. The two Blackangels shone of darkness, and their breath was of a blue-black fire, alike the rest of the aura around their battling bodies. Shreaking wildly and demonically, the enflamed blades cut through all of their fiends' armors and shells, this little bloodbath... Was a necessary mutilation. And the thunder, stroke hard, shedding one more flood of tears from the heaven. This massacre was soon over, they served their emperor with a speed of radioation... Isole swayed around, with a wicked and furious expression, 'Oh, are they gone already?'. 'It seems as so, my dear...' Solitude smirked wildly, but it looked like a grin on his excited acountenance. They levitated still, breathing heavily and regaining their minds. '... A-aah... That felt good...' Solitude groaned, with eyes closed, breathing in the air of blood, metal and rainy smog. 'Indeed...' Isole merely muttered, now eagerly looking around her in the empty, dark sky. Solitude he knew... He looked at her with his tender forest eyes. 'Where did you leave Nergal?' he asked with deadserious tone. Nergal meant alot to him, and he rather would have taken care of him first than these worthless Whiteangels, that attack they inflicted on him was of a higher class, fatal for even a royal Blackangel...

'Follow me!' Isole whispered quick, and dived deep into the dark. Solitude followed and glide next to her all way, until she took a turn off to right and nearly vanished in the black again. 'Isole! Wait!' he shout, as always he was the one fallen behind, she simply was a too fast flyer. Solitude dived faster to the level where he could distinguish the tip of her tail, and he followed it through the murderous rain and frostbitten winds. Land was sighted, the rock on the right of the beachwas what she aimed for. Carefully she slowed down in midair and landed gently on her high heels. Solitude came not long after, and stepped down on the rock gracefully. He slowly went after Isole as she walked forward to the edge of the cliff, stopping, and standing completely still. He walked a bit beside her, holding a short distance for a reason. He stepped so close where he could see what she was so numb over. The ocean breezes whirled their long hairs as they stood gazing down at the empty beach. Solitude examined the marks in the sand, the blood puddle in the scruffed sand. The traces of Isole's heels leading away, the cavity where Nergal had laid, and where Isole sat. The traces of a bird... Leading from Nergal's trusted grave, towards the forest, but ending before reaching there... The scenery played out in his head. Solitude turned to Isole. She was hurt. She didn't thought he'd fly away, less she thought he would be able to stand on his legs... She stared stunned at the bird traces, and the blood spills. 'Why did he...?'

'You kissed him.' he said with a calm and sad voice, looking at nothing. She slowly nodded her already hanging head, in shame. And silence. Moon cascaded once again on the white rock, with it's weak silver shimmer. '... Thank you for saving me.' he said low, as a slight sigh. Hearing that, tore in her heart, quickly she raised her head and turned towards him. 'Thank you for saving me...!' she told him with a broken face. He looked down at her, her suffering soul. She lowered her head and stepped forward to his chest, resting her forehead against his rib. He embraced warmly, a hug of both arms and wings. She crawled her arms under his leathercoat, around his ribs and back, and hold him hard. 'Urho, rakastan sinua niin paljon.' she said soft. 'Rakastan sinua, minun pikku tyttö.' he whispered loving, moving his hands inside her leathercoat, hugging her tight. He kissed her on her head, scratching lovably his nose in her long, silky hair. She lift her head to look at him, he met her torn gaze. She dropped her eyes and tried to reach his chin, and he leaned over to catch her longing lips. As their tongues played with eachother's jewelries, the thunder had stopped its rage. And the wind blew cold and merciless.

'Don't forget me...'




And, yet again, thank you

And, yet again, thank you very much for sharing.
I've been craving to get to know more about your character.)
Quite a pleasant surprise it is.
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Thank you! (: I was actually

Thank you! (:
I was actually a bit afraid of if I should really post something as violent as this here... I hope the music wasn't a bother, I hide the player for visual appealing, eh... XD /selfish.