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vortexbeyondthestars · 3 years

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decided to post some of my ideas for a ninjago/atla au besties. tell me whatcha think

under read more cus its kinda long lmao

some background first…

here, the first spinjitzu master is smth that doesn’t actually exist in avatar bc i couldn’t for the life of me figure out what to make him so now he’s like… he’s basically the child of all the original benders: the badgermoles, the sky bison, the dragons, and the moon spirit combined. he was born of their powers, and he was the first avatar, kinda like this au’s version of raava i guess?? so this au’s version of vaatu is the overlord, and like in ninjago, they have this never-ending rivalry. and the overlord is an avatar, too, but more of a dark one. it only cares about corruption and evil.

the first bending master, as he’s called in this au, manages to banish the overlord into the spirit realm, but he knew that one day, it would return. so he creates a land called ninjago and fills it with people of all kinds, each corner of the world having one type of bending. he gave the humans bending, but only one type for each person.

he didn’t want a repeat of the overlord.

so then he has two sons: wu and garmadon. he hemmed and hawed over what elements to give to them, but eventually he chose. wu gets airbending, the element of life and serene and calm. garmadon gets firebending, rough and harsh and the element of destruction. his fire is violet and incredibly hot.

everything goes fine, and the first bending master manages to keep balance of the world as its avatar. except the overlord does indeed return.

garmadon gets corrupted by its spirit and is bitten by the great devourer. he becomes obsessed with power and wanted to be the avatar more than anything in life. he believes that his father was holding his powers back because he didn’t trust him. and he believes that his father was going to hand over his power to wu after he died. and he couldn’t have that.

wu notices his downward spiral and suggests that he take a trip to visit the mortals. maybe that would help him realize that there is reason for their father being the only avatar in the world.

so garmadon goes down into the mortal plane. and meets fire lord chen and his second in command clouse.

fire lord chen is quite interested in an old legend of what is called the serpentine: ancient tribes of snake people said to have been born from the hatred and despair of the overlord, led by the toughest and the greatest, the great devourer. chen wants to bring these serpentine back, and at first garmadon agrees to help him, if only to get revenge on his father.

but he snaps out of it, because he realizes that its the great devourer’s fault in the first place that he’s like this. he betrays chen and clouse and warns wu of their plan, but without telling him whose plan it is. together, the brothers manage to gather together an alliance of the greatest bending masters in the world. garmadon wants their father to help, but wu gives some unfortunate news.

the first bending master is near his deathbed. he is very, very ill, and he is thousands of years old at this point. he wants rest.

so, naturally, garmadon is conflicted about this. he’s ecstatic bc he thinks that he can gain the powers of the avatar once his father passes, but also he’s sad, because, well, thats still his dad after all.

but anyway, the bending alliance manages to defeat the serpentine and seal them away in the spirit realm, like the first bending master had done to the overlord. this… turns out to be a bad idea.

fire lord chen and clouse both manage to shift the blame away from them, and since garmy was the only one who knew they caused the plan, he lets it happen. because he still is a bit evil.

something happens that gives him hope, though: he meets misako, who might be the love of his life. (also in this au that weird love triangle shit don’t happen) they get married, and for a while, garmadon seems perfectly sane. but.

the first bending master dies.

lloyd is born almost right after.

no one makes the connection, though, thankfully, but it is enough for garmadon to lose whatever sanity he had left. he completely goes insane.

he races back to their family monastery believing that he can and will gain the powers of the avatar, somehow, but he doesn’t. and that is too much for him to take. all of this… all of this… waiting… for nothing?

garmadon stares at himself in the mirror. he looks down at his hand, at the bite mark blemishing his skin, and grabs a ceremonial knife. he laughs to himself and places his hand on the mirror, slowly raising his knife towards it… he thinks he can stop all this pain in one easy swoop.

garmadon, sneering at himself: maybe… maybe this will fix it… if i just cut off the damn thing…

first bending master, in the mirror: i would not recommend it, son.

garmadon, face falling: why are you here?

first bending master: i came to speak with you. and to try and help you.

garmadon, snarling: don’t pretend like you care about me! i know what you really think. you think i’m a monster.

first bending master: i think you’re conflicted. the part of you that wants to be the avatar so badly you are willing to kill for it… that part of you clashes with the real you. the one that wants everyone you care about to be safe. your brother, your friends, your wife… your son.

garmadon: *laughs and turns around* why should i care about them, father? they don’t care about me! not my brother, not my wife, not my so-called friends, and certainly not you! the only one who does care about me is my son, and thats only because he doesn’t know any better. he’ll leave one day too.

first bending master, solemnly: you are wrong. i do care about you. i always did. i love you, garmadon. i do.

garmadon shakes, his hand gripping the knife tighter. his mouths trembles, and eventually turns into a scowl. he whirls around to face the mirror and slams his knife into it, shattering it into pieces.

he gets worse from there on. he begins to attack people left and right, villages and cities, even going so far as to consider breaking the serpentine free. he doesn’t get that far, though, because his brother interrupts him.

wu is very concerned, bc, well, garmy was a bit weird but never straight up insane like he is now. so he heads over to his family’s old monastery. there, he finds garmadon, seething and stewing. garmadon doesn’t take his arrival well.

garmadon: ugh! for once, can’t you just leave me alone?!

wu: no, i cannot. this isn’t you, brother! you must snap out of it!

garmadon: this is me! this has been me for my entire life, wu! i can’t change it now, and i can’t even be the avatar. what’s the point?

wu: the point is that father trusted us to take care of ninjago once he passed on. we have a duty.

garmadon: father was a fool, and father was selfish! i am remaking the world in my own image, an image that won’t let anyone have the kind of power that he did, except for those who are worthy!

wu: that’s crazy! you can’t just pick and choose who gets to be the most powerful bender in the world!

garmadon: isn’t that what father did, though, when he died? who is the new avatar, wu?! tell me!!

wu: i don’t know. and neither will you, if you keep this up.

garmadon: *laughs* are you threatening me?

wu: i am.

garmadon: fine. you want to take control of ninjago over me? fine. fine. fine. i challenge you to an agni kai! the battle that was always meant to be.

wu: very well.

garmadon: for the record… i’m sorry it had to end this way, brother.

wu, sadly: no. you aren’t.

cue final agni kai type fight, light vs darkness. fire vs air. obviously, wu wins, and manages to chain garmadon up so he can’t attack anymore. garmadon then has a complete psychotic breakdown like azula, complete with the spitting fire and sobbing hysterically while wu watches sadly.

wu banishes garmadon to the spirit realm, because he doesn’t think there’s anything else he can do.

ninjago is saved.

or so he thinks.

see, chen and clouse are still around. as are the serpentine, biding their time in the spirit realm. they meet garmy and decide that they should work together. garmadon, so torn up by hatred and despair, agrees to help them, if he gets to destroy his brother.

meanwhile, everything is going good.

lloyd is the avatar, obviously, but he’s only like. thirteen when he finds out. he’s an airbender avatar and lived with koko (bc its my au and i get to pick the mom i use) in one of the air temples (idk which one tho). he’s raised believing that he’s just a random kid who happens to serve the avatar, kinda like kyoshi.

that avatar he believes he serves is none other than morro, the adopted son of airbender sage wu. morro is four years older than lloyd, and he was just revealed to be the airbending avatar. morro, of course, is thrilled. but he also gets an incredibly big ego over it, believing that he is better than other people bc he is the avatar. the reason he was thought to be the avatar was because he appeared to waterbend at one point, but it is later revealed to have been simple airbending that pushed the water.

but morro doesn’t realize or know this until its too late. and when he does… its a shitshow.

basically, lloyd and morro are sent to meet with fire lord chen and his daughter skylor, along with wu, koko, and some of the other air sages. skylor is a chi blocker, an incredibly talented one who has mastered all of the different bending fighting styles even tho she herself is a nonbender.

ok so clouse is obviously there. he recognizes lloyd via koko and is fucking pissed. he’s like my ex-boyfriend rival’s son is here?? what the hell?? so he keeps a close on eye on lloyd bc he doesn’t like him. morro, meanwhile, is treated like a king at the palace bc chen wants to get into the avatar’s good graces.

and uh. well, as it turns out, morro isn’t the avatar…

they’re attacked by the serpentine, bitter at the bending masters for having locked them underground. morro is excellent at fighting, but lloyd has more adrenaline.

and lloyd firebends.

cue shock and horror and anger from all sides.

wu is the most horrified of all. the son of his brother… the man he banished… is the avatar?

so yeah thats the background AT LEAST. i dont really know what happens after that but lloyd runs away or something. i will write more i promise!!!

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sunsinrinn · 4 years

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Do you love her? part 2

Language, Angst

Quirk mention

Word count: 1,949

Here’s part two hopefully its good <3

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!” You began raising your voice, “ I wanted so badly to deny it. I cant fucking believe you fell for someone while you were with me! Did you really think I am that fucking foolish? Did you think you could fucking string me along while you stuck your tongue down her damn throat?! You’re pathetic thinking I will allow you to treat me like this. You pretended to CARE! Do you know how much hurt I feel? Of course you don’t you have a new toy to play with now!” You feel so angry and glare as he begins to stutter out, “I- I didn’t mean to hurt you! I didn’t mean to kiss her either, or even fall for her-“

You cut him off by saying, “What the hell do you mean you didn’t mean to fucking kiss her? Did your tongue have a mind of its own and found itself down her lizard ass throat? I just want you out of my fucking life Bakugo. I can’t stand to look at you anymore.”

Bakugo finds himself angry at your word, “You know if you were more fucking caring as a girlfriend I wouldn’t have looks at her! I would still be stuck with you!”

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN A CARING GIRLFRIEND? I fucking cared more than your pathetic ass ever did but hey you wouldn’t know because you were infatuated by Lizard face. You have no right to critique me as a girlfriend, ESPECIALLY if you weren’t even fucking committed to this relationship.”

He was running a bit late because he went out to pick up your favorite snacks and as soon as he sees the dorms he speeds up so he doesn’t keep you waiting. As he approaches your room he hears muffled yelling so he knocks and with no answer he opens the door to see you seething at bakugo and as bakugo is about to speak up. He spots Denki and glares at him, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” Widening his eyes a bit he looks at you and calmly speaks up, “I could ask you the same thing, especially since y/n does not want you near her.”

Bakugo enraged speaks up, “I am here because I wanted to talk to my girlfriend!”

At that Denki sees you become even angrier and you speak up, “I am not your fucking girlfriend! Fucking understand that I want nothing to do with you anymore. Especially after knowing you love her!”

Sadness flashes across Bakugo’s face but becomes replaces with an angry facade, “Fine I came here to work things out with you and forgive you but it just seems like you’re being a hard-headed bitch!” As soon as he says that he begins to regret it as well. You boil in anger and scream, “FORGIVE ME FOR WHAT YOU DICK? YOU WANNA FORGIVE ME FOR BEING A DUMBASS AND CARING FOR YOU? I DID ALL THE THINGS YOU LIKE HOPING YOU’D STAY! You’re UNBELIEVABLE!” You calm down and coldly say, “Get out of my room, don’t contact me again because I’m sick with feeling like I deserve better. And you’re sick for everything you did to me so go back to your lizard bitch.”

Bakugo’s facade falls as he senses such an immense pain that doesn’t belong to him. His eyes widen once he realizes you let your quirk take over. He never experience your quirk first hand and now he’s afraid, and the grief that radiates from you is so intense he feels like his actual heart is being torn piece by piece. That’s when he realizes just how badly his actions hurt you. You had so much pain that without realizing it, it bursted from your grasp affecting everyone in the room.

“Y-y/n...its o-okay” Bakugo hears the other blonde speak up and realizing that he was also feeling her pain. As soon as you heard Denki, the pain Bakugo felt left as quickly as it came, and in its place a more calming feeling arrived. Bakugo faintly felt the feeling but knew that he would never make you feel like that anytime soon causing his heart so break ever so slightly.

“Please leave Bakugo” Denki speaks calmly as he walks towards you and hugs you. With that Bakugo leaves hesitantly regretting everything he did to you. Bakugo knew then that you weren’t his anymore. No, Denki has managed to, little by little, break down the walls put up because of Bakugo. He walked to his room and in there, he finally mourned the loss of you. He fucked up and he knew it. He loves Setsuna but his love for you is bigger. Or so he thought. If he did love you why the hell did he say those mean things. Out of every-fucking-one Denki is the one soothing you. His blood boiled in anger (jealousy psh) at the thought of you being in the arms of Denki.

Days after the fight you radiate a somber feeling that everyone near you can feel. That feeling is occasionally replaced with a faint content feeling that is only usually when Denki is with you. After the fight, Kirishima, Mina, and Sero would talk to you but when bakugo was near they’d shut up and instead to to each other. You noticed and at first were hurt but understood that they were his friends after all. After the fight Denki stopped talking or hanging out with Bakusquad and you hated that he stopped just to hang out with you. You spent time on your hobbies and hanging out with Dekusquad. Slowly with the help of your friends, you became happier and slowly begin to forget about him and his words.

Opposed to you, Bakugo, although hanging out with Setsuna, he was not happy. He hated hurting you but always counteracted and attempted to forget about you by being with Setsuna. Whenever he saw you, he saw happiness radiate from you but as soon as you spotted him even a glimpse that happiness soured. That would always get under his skin and begin to scowl. He hated knowing that others made you happy and all he did now was make you angry. He also hated that Denki had gotten close to you. He hated the fact that he made you the happiest and carefree. He loathed Denki for making you feel better. He wanted to be the one who made you happy and carefree. He wanted to be the one you directed your smile towards. He is overcome with jealousy and hatred that is aimed towards Denki. He also noticed that Kirishima, Mina, and Sero would hang out with her but leave her when he was around. The three of them hated that he cheated but being loyal to the fault, they stuck with him so he wouldn’t be alone. He saw how they held themselves back from you making him feel bad because when you were his girlfriend they adored you. He hated himself for taking away your friends and hated them for sticking with him. He didn’t deserve them and they knew he fucked up but they believed in him to make it up to you.

Denki, all he did during the passing weeks was to stay with you as much as possible and make you smile every time he saw you. Despite his feelings, he never attempted to get with you because he knew you were still hurting. It hurt him so much knowing you were heart broken so he made a promise to himself to always keep you content whether you returned his feelings or not. He cared so much for you it hurt him to restrain from blurting out his love for you.

You saw how Denki was always with you and how he always made you smile. You began to feel strange around him. Your heart would beat out of control every time he was near you just pushed that feeling aside knowing you were falling again. You did not want to fall again and be hurt. Denki would never do that to you but you just were being cautious to let someone in again after Bakugo. You just wanted to feel normal again before thinking of dating anyone. You also didn’t think he thought of you as anything more than a friend so you tried pushing those feelings to the side.

Denki’s feelings for you grew and grew as the days went by to the point where he decided to finally confess. He knew that even if you didn’t like him back he had to tell you so he could get over you. He texts you while you’re out one day that he has something he wants to talk to you about.

When you see his message you become anxious and send him a message asking “whats up”. You see the text bubbles show up and disappear and show up again. The message he sent just says he wants to talk in person. So you anxiously text back saying that he can talk to you when you return. You continue to shop and forget about it but as you walk home from the store you become anxious again and begin to over think. What if he doesn’t want to be friends anymore? Did you do something wrong?

When you arrive you text him to say you were here. He texts back almost instantly to meet up in your room. You slowly make your way to your room. The closer you get the more anxious you become until you see him standing in front of your door. You give him a weak smile and open the door letting him and yourself in.

“So what did you need to tell me?-“

“I have something to tell you-“ You both say at the same time.

Denki looks at you as you look at him and both laugh.

“S-so um... y/n,” He stutters out. You look at him as he tries to tell you.

“I have something to tell you and I hope you dont get angry or mad or stop being my friend. I. Have been meaning to tell you this for a while but I would chicken out and I dont know how to tell you this and I am so sorry. I hope this doesn’t change our friendship or how you look at me but maybe you will change how you look at me? I mean if its a good change but not if its bad...-“ His face begins to burn red as he rambles.

“Denki just tell me what you have to say, your making me anxious, hun.” You say calmly so he relaxes slightly. Just slightly.

Meanwhile, Bakugo is still unhappy and wants to talk to you again and hopefully you hear him out and see how miserable he is without you. Even if you cant fully forgive him he will try until you trust him and take him back.

He walks over to your room and stops at the door when he hears Denki rambling and you speaking up. His blood begins to boil but stays quiet attempting to here the conversation. He then hears Denki mutter something quickly so he gets closer to the door to hear better.

“Ireallylikeyoubutnotasasfriend” Denki mutters quickly.

“Denki, just spit it out... Please the suspense is killing me,” you practically beg of him. Bakugo hears that and stays silent and once Denki speaks up he’s blood runs cold.

Denki looks up at you taking a deep breath and as he exhales he says

“I said I really like you y/n. Not as a friend either.”

Here is Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

A/N- this is probably not as good as part one but I tried, :) Hopefully you guys like it <3 also there wasn’t much angst this time :3 also if you’d like to be tag in future parts or works send me an ask, dm, or comment :) You can also fill out my taglist form here

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anotherramblingfangirl · 6 years

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“She of Sidhe”:

I decided to try write something based on a couple of the posts I did that were in turn based off of @zenxenophilia faeformers!

This is a testament here as to how when I say “I’ll just do a drabble”, it’s never as short as intended.

All the same, I hope those who read enjoy!

“Well, hello there.” The thing that looked like a woman but wasn’t a woman spoke first, eyes surveying over lazily, like a cat considering whether it was worth pouncing on a mouse.

“I was not expecting any guests.” She leaned forward in her chair, hands resting on her chin.

One of the afore mentioned guests, felt a glint of sweat rolling down his face as he surveyed the place.

Nobody knew he was here. They couldn’t. Not with what he carried with him.

But that only meant that if something happened, that if the dark creature broke free and attacked, nobody would be able to happen him.

Fortunately, all that bound it here seemed to be attacked.

He would only be in any danger if he did not watch his words.

“What brings you to my humble abode?” A predatory smile.

“I…I.” He gulped, shuffling the sleeping baby in his arms.

He had to do this, for her. Or she would never last even her first year in this place.

“My daughter…”

“Your daughter?” Was said incredulously, a peel of laugher let off.

“I can smell you both from here mortal. Smell and sense your delicious lives, and she is not your daughter.”

It was then that the man nearly lost her footing, for in the blink of an eye the sidhe had gone from sitting on her chair to mere inches away from him, sending him reeling backwards in a panic.

“Let me see her th-“ A yowl then as it thudded off something invisible, hands grasping it’s face in pain.

“You can’t threaten me here. Not in this place. You can do nothing!” He spoke up, voice wavering as he did something brave.

Laughter was not the response that he expected.

Dark laughter, growing louder and louder, distorting until it sounded like many, many voices at once, coming from just one mouth alone.

He wondered if those were the voices of those lives it had eaten.

Eaten, before Marissa had caught it.

Marissa sheaved the blade in her sleeve, held in place by a series of leather straps

Sheaved the blade and then reached for two branches collected from a rowan tree and tucked one within each boot.

She would need all the protection she could get to catch this thing.

Then it was the matter of making her way to the home of the leanan sidhe and the husband it was slowly murdering.

Marissa scowled as she did so, becoming quickly aware that she was being watched.

She could see them.

From fluttery little glowy things dotting about to larger creatures, who lurked in the shadows.

She had always been able to see them even when nobody else could, something which has resulted in her unfortunately, incessantly, being bothered by the sordid lot of them.

Always having to get involved in their fae nonsense.

Ugh.

At least it had a practical use.

You had to take whatever footing you could if you wanted any chance at keeping any humans safe from the fae, never mind an entire village.

However, this sight especially concerned her.

Because with how many were nearby now, how many were watching…it’s like they knew what was about to happen.

And if they knew…then could-?

Marissa swore and hurried her steps.

“I can do nothing. Oh, but that isn’t quite true is it? If I was powerless you wouldn’t be here, sweating away. You’re desperate. You want something from me. Something for that…daughter of yours.”

It was back again, leaning as close as it could to the edge of its prison, trying for a glimpse at his sleeping child.

He has her twisted away as far as he could, refusing to let it have that glimpse.

“You don’t look human, I know you don’t. I want to know how you seem to.”

“Glamour. You want the infant glamoured.”

“She isn’t safe, not without it. They’ll kill her.”

“Oh certainly. It’s why I find the whole business with changelings a rather nasty affair. Sending our own children off to fend for themselves against your kind who would burn us what chance they get.” The life drinker’s face turned quite foul at that, a seething hatred clear in its voice.

He couldn’t tell if it was sincere, but it affected him deeply all the same.

Affected him as he looked down at his sweet little fuzzy girl with her itsy horns, horns that had gashed his hand when she had tried to play by headbutting it.

As he felt through the blankets her tiny wings shift, as she seemed to dream of flying.

Innocent as to what would happen if she ever did.

“And if they do, if they burn her, then that of her blood will know and burn every mortal here and curse the lands until not even weeds will grow. Until not even insects will be able to bear maggots to crawl your rotting corpses.”

The man couldn’t bring himself to speak for a moment, couldn’t bring himself to look away from his daughter either.

Not about the spoken fate of the village, no, still on the thought of his beloved child being burned like a witch.

But then he finally asked a question.

Then that of her blood-

“You know her blood, you know where she came from?” He didn’t want to give her up. It would kill him to do so. But if it meant she could be safe-

“I told you I could sense both of your lives. before you even opened that door, they were there just for me.”

The door opened just about the moment that Marissa knocked, a blond, sullen looking woman at the doorway.

At least, she looked like that at a glance. But the human knew that if she looked close and concentrated hard enough, she would see something quite different.

Like she had before.

“Mary! Hello? I wasn’t expecting any guests now. Not with…not with how my husband is.” Alice choked up at that point, burying her face as if the news that her target was dying somehow devastated her.

And her hunter played along, as if she did not know any different.

Just in case her fears were wrong and the Leanan Sidhe did not already know what her intentions were.

“I heard the news. Word travels fast.”

Word of a man suddenly drawn into near solitude by his new wife, of a man just as suddenly overcome with a sudden artistic vigour, one so intense that it was literally killing him.

“I’d like to visit Sam. See how he’s doing.”

Not a single lie in that statement for any fae to detect.

Alice sniffed

“I don’t want you to catch anything but…” She sniffled again, wiping a tear dripping from her eye.

“Samuel!” She called. “Samuel you have a guest! It’s Mary. Would you like me to let her in?”

A grunt was all that came back, but still his wife beckoned forwards taking it as a yes, stepping away from blocking the doorway.

And at the view given by that, Marissa harshly sucked in air through her teeth as she fought back a gasp.

It had gotten even worse since she had last been here.

Scrawls were all over the wall, all over the floors, furniture rearranged into rudimentary sculptures…everything was chaos.

And Sam himself was in the middle of it, with what looked like a knife in his hand, scraping away at the floor to carve even more art.

He just about looked like a ghost.

Eyes hollowed in with dark shadows shrouding them further and skin that looked like it hadn’t seen the sun in years.

“Sam?” She moved in slowly.

He grunted.

“It’s me. Mary.”

Please don’t correct her, please don’t correct her, please don’t correct her-

But he didn’t say anything at all.

No.

He was too far gone for that.

“He’s getting worse.” Alice warbled. “The doctors don’t know what’s wrong and no medicine is working. He’s just…wasting away.”

It was then that Marissa felt a vice like force as Alice hugged her from behind, burrowing it’s face into her shoulder, warbling continuing but this time she couldn’t tell what on Earth was being said.

She tried to shake the woman off, politely objecting and trying not to show her unease.

Was it part of the devastated wife act or a trap?

The grip tightening suggested strongly the latter.

She objected again, much more firmly as a final warning, now trying to access one of her hidden blades.

The grip tightened further.

And then she started to feel dizzy.

“You didn’t think you could outwit me, did you? That I’d just roll over and die like one of the lesser beasts you’ve dealt with? No, you’re in my house now Mary. My land.” Dozens of voices whispered into her ear as a dark creature raised its head.

“Not that Mary’s your real name, although the other mortals seem to accept it enough. A nickname, perhaps? I wonder what your true one is. Marianne? No? Mar-”

The villagers knew to go by any name given about her, knowing full well by know what she did, even if they didn’t quite understand.

Marissa meanwhile gave up trying to yank the blade out, it blocked from descending by the Alice’s arms.

She needed something, and she needed something now because otherwise, if this thing knew her name and used it…then she was already dead.

“What’s going on?” Sam said drowsily, as if in a dream.

All the while Marissa had to fight the fog that was now descending down upon her, to stay alert enough to grab any opportunity she could to get out of this grip.

“Marlene’s just feeling poorly darling.”

“Her name’s not Marl-“

And the intention that statement drew was all the distraction she needed.

She lifted her boot instead, yanked the rowan branch out of it and stabbed.

The sidhe howled, dropping her and clawing to remove it from her leg as Marissa removed a pouch from her belt and charged.

She pulled the string and shoved the rowan berries straight into her mouth.

Alice would not be able to say anything any time soon with that.

The shriek intensified along with a distinct burning smell, and Marissa was sent flying across the room, thwacking against the wall with a crunch.

She hit the ground with a roll, before meeting the eyes of the panting creature.

The disguise was completely gone now, she didn’t even have to try see through it, it eroded away by the rowan.

The fae could not use any magic with those in her system.

Not enough of a dampener to be able to kill her, but enough so that she could defeat her.

Meaning time to go on to the next part of this.

Marissa drew her blade and sprinted out the door, leaving behind a howling monster and a babbling victim of it.

Come chase me you murdering bastard

Don’t let me get away

Come chase me and see what a mere mortal can do

“So, to answer your question- certainly.”

Oh, she knew exactly where the little sprog came from, even if she couldn’t get a good look at it.

A mighty shame.

She always had liked children.

“You don’t?” However, she wasn’t entirely inclined to believe the man trying to insinuate ignorance about the situation.

He was far too alive for that, surely.

And doing what he had was hardly something anyone, even powerful fae, could do by accident. Or on purpose at that, she would have thought.

“No! I found her!” He protested.

And strangely enough…that didn’t seem to be a lie.

“You…found her. Just like that?”

Sure enough, when she was so close to making her way to the first trap set, the sidhe found her.

Although strangely enough, all the others who had been watching before had vanished.

Perhaps even they did not want to risk getting on the bad side of a life drinker.

And they actually had the option not to.

She on the other hand, did not.

And for that she now had burning talons, tearing into her back.

Marissa screamed in agony, whirling wildly to hit the thing and make it stop.

It caught her wrist and without a word at all broke it like a twig, sending the iron blade it held flying.

Her yells meanwhile, brought fellow villagers to their windows, peering out to see what was going on this time.

But not one stepped out to try help her.

It was lucky for her then that she had more than one blade, even if she did manage to only slightly slash her assailant.

That was still enough for it to loosen its grip and this time when it went to hit her again she was able to dodge.

The creature let off another snarl and lunged, but it was a beast that fought typically by use of dark magics, not brute force, and so unused to this method and without the advantage of coming from behind, it missed once more.

Unfortunately, though, Marissa missed the next blow she tried to land too, it going wild, the throbbing pain in her back proving to be one hell of a distraction.

Neither could land a solid hit on the other it seemed.

But surely enough, the fight kept pushing her back.

Back, to exactly where she wanted to be.

The mortal really had apparently done exactly that.

Accidentally found an unseelie heir in the woods and just taken her home.

She doubted her Lord would be pleased about that.

Although…the fact that this man before her was carrying his child in the heart of a human settlement and still alive…he surely could not know.

Never would he willingly permit such a transgression, such a personal transgression at that, to occur.

Oh, she really had found herself in quite an embroiling situation, hadn’t she?

Finally.

An opportunity had handed itself on a platter.

Finally, the opportunity arrived, Marissa had reached the propped-up sack.

She dropped down, grimacing as talons lightly grazed her faces, and sliced it open, sending grains spilling out of it.

The fairy stared in horror at the increasing mess, unhinged jaw opening and shutting and the edges of her darkened eyes twitching uneasily, before dropping down herself, moving to start counting.

Marissa gave the bag a kick for good measure, allowing even more to spill out and causing Alice to wail, before resuming her run for the next part.

Confident she’d bought herself the precious time needed to pull it off.

“If you’re going to just play games and not tell me anything then…then we’re done! You hurt people and I want no more to do with you than I have to.” Was oh so bravely demanded.

“Or, can you do it? Can you help my daughter?”

“I can. My magic’s bound here but I know where you can get what you need to brew up a glamour.” She spoke in a voice best described as utterly bored.

He had only a moment to feel relief at that.

“But not for free.”

This was something he’d particularly dreading.

Wicked folk like them never gave anything for free, it was to be expected, but he feared what was to be asked for.

“Knowledge for knowledge mortal. It’s only fair. Or will you forsake your precious child because you don’t want to answer a question?”

The baby let out a cry then and he realised he’d been holding her tighter and tighter the whole time, now waking her up.

“I’d do anything for her.” He answered honestly, as he hurriedly tried to console her. Making reassuring sounds and gently rocking her, in a vain attempt to get her to fall back asleep.

His distraction at that meant he did not see the expression that response got him, but he swore he could feel it.

Feel that look burning into him

“Anything?”

Marissa was barely able to do anything at all, never mind run by the time she reached her home, breathing ragged and her face and back soaked with blood.

Blood, drip, drip, dripping onto the floor leaving an undeniable trail of red behind her to follow.

She wiped her hair away from her face, bloodied hand leaving a steak across that too as she did.

Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out - get it together Faireborn.

Especially as it was not long now.

Not long until the leanan sidhe was dealt with, so that it could never harm any humans again.

Not long until she could then go to the village doctor.

She just needed to wait a bit longer.

That was all.

…Although, as she took one last look around, knowing all the meticulous preparations she'd made to this place, she did have to think

...She was going to miss her home.

Even with the red stains all over it now.

Perhaps she should try treat that herself- ?

No. She had no idea what she was doing with things like that.

Nor did she have enough time.

The grain would only hold the sidhe back so long, after all.

She would see her here soon enough.

“Then let me see her. I can’t know how strong a glamour she needs if I don’t see her.”

A reluctant presentation was then given, although he refused to actually hand her over. She would just have to be looked at from afar.

The baby herself grumpily objected meanwhile, not understanding why she was suddenly being held out and not cuddled.

“She has wings too. Under the blanket.” He added on, thinking that probably relevant.

“It’s certainly a hard glamour you’ll need then. Not just a visual one.” The fae cooed at his daughter while answering, waggling its fingers at her.

“And what do I need to make that?”

The assessment made, he once more retracted his daughter immediately.

"Ah, ah." A finger wagged at him this time as it straightened itself back up.

"You've to answer my question first. Answer it fully and honestly without any games. Then I give you my answer."

"I don't know how to get you out of here. So you cannot ask me anything about that." Was warned and he could only thank all the stars that he didn't.

"I promise. I will not use my question to ask a way to escape. Or about how to harm anybody. You have my solemn word."

"Swear it by your true name." He'd seen Marissa hold fae to their word this way before, often to force them to leave the village.

He knew how it hand to done.

"I swear by my True Name."

...That...that was surprisingly easy?

"Then you have my word."

"Do you swear that by your true name?"

The point of no return.

"I do."

"Then tell me...what is that exactly?"

His blood turned to ice.

"What is what?" He hemmed.

"Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm asking for here. And I think you know the repercussions if you don't give it to me."

What he thought is that he might have just walked into a horrible trap.

The inhuman howl, warped by a throat burned by poison, sounded out through the night, echoing into it over and over.

The grain's were counted and the hunt was back on.

Marissa gritted her teeth as she stood firm, staring at the door.

She refused to jump as claws broke through it, just as she refused to jump when it was ripped off of it's hinges entirely.

Instead she stared the transformed beast that ripped it off down.

Even as it charged.

She should have known not to charge.

The mortal did not seem to fear her.

She stood resolute, firm, not even flinching as she made her way through the house.

In hindsight, she blamed the rowan. The rowan, forced upon her, making it feel like her very insides were falling to pieces.

That's why she made the mistake.

That's why she was not more careful.

That's how the mortal was able to trap her.

Something that would not happen again, once she got out.

That's what she told herself, as the years trapped in the hunter's cabin ticked on by.

She would get her chance eventually. This would not last.

Especially not know, when she could sense others coming near her door.

A fae and a mortal, but it was not Marissa and her new Thundercracker, a pitiful excuse of a fae who followed the mortal around like a dog. With a dog too, at that.

No. Even they had not visited her for quite some time and now was no exception.

These people were new.

And they would be her salvation.

Just as thought, the trap had proven to be Marissa's salvation.

The deed was done.

Screaming and howling and shrieking the thing banged and clawed and flung against the barrier, no matter how many times it was pushed back by it.

“Didn’t think you could outwit me, did you Alice? You’re in my home now.”

The sounds only intensified in response to that and Marissa skirted around the barrier as they did, clutching her ears as she made her way back outside the house.

Careful eyes on it the entire time, just in case.

And then, once cleared of it, she let out a weary sigh, as she kept on walking.

Villagers were exiting their houses now, seemingly having picked up on the fight now been ended and edging closer and closer towards her.

Villagers who were now safe.

Because it was over.

Another fae crisis averted.

…For now, at least.

Something else would eventually pop up. The fae always did.

And then it would be something else after that.

On and on until one day she didn’t win.

But today wasn’t that day.

Today, was a day of victory.

Humans had triumphed over the evil haunting their town.

Humans had won.

Something, as she was headed off towards the village doctor, to be immensely thankful for.

"Thank you for your co-operation Doctor Sumdac. I think we're going to have a nice arrangement, you and I, going forth. Don't you?"

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human pride seeks to rule the world

but Love seeks to humble us.

our Creator is the very Breath of Life itself and the True nature of earth and its grandeur is meant to spark reverence in the heart & mind.

and the nature of Love is always True:

“Don’t you know that when you allow even a little lie into your heart, it can permeate your entire belief system?”

Today’s reading of the Scriptures from the New Testament is the 5th chapter of the Letter of Galatians:

[A Life of Freedom]

At last we have freedom, for Christ has set us free! We must always cherish this truth and firmly refuse to go back into the bondage of our past.

I, Paul, tell you: If you think there is benefit in circumcision and Jewish regulations, then you’re acting as though Christ is not enough. I say it again emphatically: If you let yourselves be circumcised you are obliged to fulfill every single one of the commandments and regulations of the law!

If you want to be made right with God by fulfilling the obligations of the law, you have cut off more than your flesh—you have cut yourselves off from Christ and have fallen away from the revelation of grace!

But we have the true hope that comes from being made right with God, and by the Spirit we wait eagerly for this hope. When you’re joined to the Anointed One, circumcision and religious obligations can benefit you nothing. All that matters now is living in the faith that works and expresses itself through love.

Before you were led astray, you were so faithful. Who has deceived you so that you have turned from what is right?

The One who enfolded you into his grace is not behind this false teaching that you’ve embraced. Don’t you know that when you allow even a little lie into your heart, it can permeate your entire belief system?

Deep in my heart I have confidence that the Lord, who lives in you, will bring you back around to the truth. And I’m convinced that those who trouble you, whoever they think they are, will bear the penalty!

Dear friends, why do you think the religious system persecutes me? Is it because I preach the message of being circumcised and keeping all the laws of Judaism? Not at all! Is there no longer any offense over the cross? To tell you the truth, I am so disgusted with all your agitators. I wish they would go even further and cut off their legalistic influence from your lives!

Beloved ones, God has called us to live a life of freedom. But don’t view this wonderful freedom as an excuse to set up a base of operations in the natural realm. Constantly love each other and be committed to serve one another.

For all the law can be summarized in one grand statement:

“Demonstrate love to your neighbor, even as you care for and love yourself.”

But if you continue to criticize and come against each other over minor issues, you’re acting like wild beasts trying to destroy one another!

[The Holy Spirit, Our Victory]

Let me emphasize this: As you yield to the dynamic life and power of the Holy Spirit, you will abandon the cravings of your self-life. When your self-life craves the things that offend the Holy Spirit you hinder him from living free within you! And the Holy Spirit’s intense cravings hinder your self-life from dominating you! So then, the two incompatible and conflicting forces within you are your self-life of the flesh and the new creation life of the Spirit.

But when you yield to the life of the Spirit, you will no longer be living under the law, but soaring above it!

The behavior of the self-life is obvious: Sexual immorality, lustful thoughts, pornography, chasing after things instead of God, manipulating others, hatred of those who get in your way, senseless arguments, resentment when others are favored, temper tantrums, angry quarrels, only thinking of yourself, being in love with your own opinions, being envious of the blessings of others, murder, uncontrolled addictions, wild parties, and all other similar behavior.

Haven’t I already warned you that those who use their “freedom” for these things will not inherit the kingdom realm of God!

But the fruit produced by the Holy Spirit within you is divine love in all its varied expressions:

joy that overflows,

peace that subdues,

patience that endures,

kindness in action,

a life full of virtue,

faith that prevails,

gentleness of heart, and

strength of spirit.

Never set the law above these qualities, for they are meant to be limitless.

Keep in mind that we who belong to Jesus Christ have already experienced crucifixion. For everything connected with our self-life was put to death on the cross and crucified with Messiah. If the Spirit is the source of our life, we must also allow the Spirit to direct every aspect of our lives. So may we never be arrogant, or look down on another, for each of us is an original. We must forsake all jealousy that diminishes the value of others.

The Letter of Galatians, Chapter 5 (The Passion Translation)

Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments is the 3rd chapter of the book of Jeremiah about returning to God by forsaking lies:

God’s Message came to me as follows:

“If a man’s wife

walks out on him

And marries another man,

can he take her back as if nothing had happened?

Wouldn’t that raise a huge stink

in the land?

And isn’t that what you’ve done—

‘whored’ your way with god after god?

And now you want to come back as if nothing had happened.”

God’s Decree.

“Look around at the hills.

Where have you not had sex?

You’ve camped out like hunters stalking deer.

You’ve solicited many lover-gods,

Like a streetwalking whore

chasing after other gods.

And so the rain has stopped.

No more rain from the skies!

But it doesn’t even faze you. Brazen as whores,

you carry on as if you’ve done nothing wrong.

Then you have the nerve to call out, ‘My father!

You took care of me when I was a child. Why not now?

Are you going to keep up your anger nonstop?’

That’s your line. Meanwhile you keep sinning nonstop.”

God spoke to me during the reign of King Josiah: “You have noticed, haven’t you, how fickle Israel has visited every hill and grove of trees as a whore at large? I assumed that after she had gotten it out of her system, she’d come back, but she didn’t. Her flighty sister, Judah, saw what she did. She also saw that because of fickle Israel’s loose morals I threw her out, gave her her walking papers. But that didn’t faze flighty sister Judah. She went out, big as you please, and took up a whore’s life also. She took up cheap sex-and-religion as a sideline diversion, an indulgent recreation, and used anything and anyone, flouting sanity and sanctity alike, stinking up the country. And not once in all this did flighty sister Judah even give me a nod, although she made a show of it from time to time.” God’s Decree.

Then God told me, “Fickle Israel was a good sight better than flighty Judah. Go and preach this message. Face north toward Israel and say:

“‘Turn back, fickle Israel.

I’m not just hanging back to punish you.

I’m committed in love to you.

My anger doesn’t seethe nonstop.

Just admit your guilt.

Admit your God-defiance.

Admit to your promiscuous life with casual partners,

pulling strangers into the sex-and-religion groves

While turning a deaf ear to me.’”

God’s Decree.

“Come back, wandering children!”

God’s Decree.

“I, yes I, am your true husband.

I’ll pick you out one by one—

This one from the city, these two from the country—

and bring you to Zion.

I’ll give you good shepherd-rulers who rule my way,

who rule you with intelligence and wisdom.

“And this is what will happen: You will increase and prosper in the land. The time will come”—God’s Decree!—“when no one will say any longer, ‘Oh, for the good old days! Remember the Ark of the Covenant?’ It won’t even occur to anyone to say it—‘the good old days.’ The so-called good old days of the Ark are gone for good.

“Jerusalem will be the new Ark—‘God’s Throne.’ All the godless nations, no longer stuck in the ruts of their evil ways, will gather there to honor God.

“At that time, the House of Judah will join up with the House of Israel. Holding hands, they’ll leave the north country and come to the land I willed to your ancestors.

* * *

“I planned what I’d say if you returned to me:

‘Good! I’ll bring you back into the family.

I’ll give you choice land,

land that the godless nations would die for.’

And I imagined that you would say, ‘Dear father!’

and would never again go off and leave me.

But no luck. Like a false-hearted woman walking out on her husband,

you, the whole family of Israel, have proven false to me.”

God’s Decree.

The sound of voices comes drifting out of the hills,

the unhappy sound of Israel’s crying,

Israel lamenting the wasted years,

never once giving her God a thought.

“Come back, wandering children!

I can heal your wanderlust!”

* * *

“We’re here! We’ve come back to you.

You’re our own true God!

All that popular religion was a cheap lie,

duped crowds buying up the latest in gods.

We’re back! Back to our true God,

the salvation of Israel.

The Fraud picked us clean, swindled us

of what our ancestors bequeathed us,

Gypped us out of our inheritance—

God-blessed flocks and God-given children.

We made our bed and now lie in it,

all tangled up in the dirty sheets of dishonor.

All because we sinned against our God,

we and our fathers and mothers.

From the time we took our first steps, said our first words,

we’ve been rebels, disobeying the voice of our God.”

* * *

The Book of Jeremiah, Chapter 3 (The Message)

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for monday, August 16 of 2021 with a paired chapter from each Testament of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms

A post by John Parsons that looks at the cross in Jerusalem and the sacred Body:

Shavuah tov v'chodesh tov, chaverim. If you are following the weekly Torah schedule, you will recall that in last week's Torah reading (i.e., Shoftim), Moses defined an extensive system of justice for the Israelites and pointed to the coming Messiah who would be the rightful King of Israel: "The LORD your God will raise up for you a prophet like me from among you, from your brothers -- it is to him you shall listen" (Deut. 18:15). In this week's portion (i.e., Ki Teitzei: כי־תצא), Moses returns to the immediate concern of life in the promised land by providing additional laws to be enforced regarding civil life in Israel. In fact, Jewish tradition (following Maimonides) identifies no less than 74 of the Torah's 613 commandments in this portion (more than any other), covering a wide assortment of rules related to ethical warfare, family life, burial of the deceased, property laws, the humane treatment of animals, fair labor practices, and honest economic transactions.

Of particular interest is the statement that a man who was executed and “hanged on a tree” (עַל־עֵץ) is cursed of God (Deut. 21:22-23). According to the Talmud (i.e., Nezakim: Sanhedrin 6:4:3), the Great Sanhedrin (סַנְהֶדְרִין גְדוֹלָה) decided that “a man must be hanged with his face towards the spectators” upon a wooden stake, with his arms slung over a horizontal beam. It should be noted that while this is technically not the same thing as the gruesome practice of Roman crucifixion, the reasoning based on this verse was apparently used to justify the execution of Yeshua (Mark 15:9-15; John 19:5-7; 15). The exposed body was required to be buried before sundown to keep the land from being defiled. Besides the shame and degradation of this manner of death, the one so executed would be unable to fall to their knees as a final act of repentance before God, thereby implying that they were under the irrevocable curse of God (קִלְלַת אֱלהִים).

In this connection, we should note that Yeshua was falsely charged with blasphemy before the corrupt Sanhedrin of His day (Matt. 26:65; Mark 14:64; John 10:33) - an offence that was punishable by stoning (Lev. 24:11-16). However, since the Imperial Roman government then exercised legal hegemony over the region of Palestine, all capital cases were required to be submitted to the Roman proconsul for adjudication, and therefore we understand why the Jewish court remanded Yeshua and brought him to be interrogated by Pontius Pilate. Because Roman law was indifferent to cases concerning Jewish religious practices (i.e., charges of blasphemy), however, the priests further slandered Yeshua by illegitimately switching the original charge of blasphemy to that of sedition against Rome. The Sanhedrin undoubtedly rationalized their duplicity because the Torah allowed for an offender to impaled or "hung on a tree" (Num. 25:4), and since they were unable to do carry out this judgment because of Roman rule in the area, they needed Pilate to condemn him to death by crucifixion (Matt. 27:31; Mark 15:13-4; Luke 23:21; John 19:6,15). Note that crucifixion is mentioned elsewhere in the Talmud (Nashim: Yevamot 120b) regarding whether a widow can remarry if her husband had been crucified, as well as by the Jewish historian Josephus. The Talmud furthermore alludes to the death of Yeshua where Yeshua is said to have been crucified on “eve of Passover” (Nezekin: Sanhedrin 43a). [Hebrew for Christians]

and another set of posts by John about the heart returning to our Creator:

The sages say that teshuvah (return) was created before the world itself, as it says, “Before the mountains were born, or you brought the world into being, you were the Eternal God who says: “Return (שׁוּבוּ), O children of man” (Psalm 90:2-3).

There is a deeper blessing that preceded our exile... The Lamb of God was slain from the foundation of the world, and God clothed humanity in divine sacrifice from the very beginning (Gen. 3:15,21; Rev. 13:8). The water of life (מַיִם חַיִּים) flows from the original orchard of Eden to the world to come (Gen. 2:10; Rev. 22:1).

The LORD subjected creation to vanity for the sake of hope (Rom. 8:20), for the revelation of his greatness, as he descended into its depths to return and restore all things to himself. God decreed to enter space-time as the Son of Man, the “Second Adam,” to become our Savior and healer. He came to reveal the face of God to us (2 Cor. 4:6). Yeshua “descended in order to ascend” so that we could know God’s compassion, love and healing through his "mesirat nefesh" – his total sacrifice of body and soul – to return us to God. [Hebrew for Christians]

Right now, if you are seeing this, affirm that the Lord Yeshua is your deliverer and that you trust in Him for eternal life. As he promised: “I tell you the solemn truth, the one who hears my message and believes in the One who sent me has (i.e., present active indicative) eternal life and will not be condemned, but has passed over (literally, “crossed over”) from death to life” (John 5:24). Note that the verb translated “has passed over” is “perfect active” that expresses completed action: “this one has already crossed over from death to life.” In other words, the gift of eternal life is an accomplished reality though it is only experienced as we truly surrender to the love and grace of God from a heart of faith. The “basis” of life is now radically new and of a different order. As the apostle Paul later summarized: “For it is by grace you have been saved (i.e., a perfect passive participle that denotes completed action done on your behalf with effects that continue to the present) through faith, and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast” (Eph. 2:9-10). I’m so glad it’s not the strength of my grip that keeps me holding on to God, but the strength of His..... [Hebrew for Christians]

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Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research

August 16, 2021

Fearing God for Nothing?

“Then Satan answered the LORD, and said, Doth Job fear God for nought?” (Job 1:9)

Satan’s challenge brings up an important question: Why should a person serve God? His question suggests that Job had no real love for God; his righteous behavior was motivated purely by a desire to receive material blessings.

Job’s friend Eliphaz apparently had precisely the outlook on life that Satan wrongly accused Job of. Eliphaz believed God took no pleasure in human righteousness. He believed a person should serve God purely out of self-interest, a desire that God would reward him with material prosperity (Job 22:2-3, 23-30). God has created the world such that wrongful behavior normally leads to unpleasant consequences while upright behavior normally brings good results (Proverbs 12:21). However, Eliphaz was fundamentally wrong; God did take pleasure in Job’s righteousness (Job 1:8; 42:7).

Death and suffering are results of sin (Romans 5:12). The first people God created rebelled against Him and brought death and suffering into the world (Genesis 3). However, suffering is not necessarily occasioned by a specific sin in the life of the sufferer, as Eliphaz and his two friends seemed to believe.

A person who truly loves God will serve Him in good times and bad times. In this sin-cursed world, sometimes wicked people prosper and righteous people suffer, but Job recognized that perfect justice awaits the day when the Creator returns to Earth (Job 19:25-27). This is probably the reason Job maintained his faith even when God allowed Satan to take everything—including his children and his health.

Job often spoke rashly from his pain (Job 6:1-5; 7:11). Yet his declaration of faith in God is a wonderful example for all believers: “Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him” (Job 13:15). WP

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Part II of the “Other Side of the Story”

This is a continuation from this thread about Disney's Pocahontas which is in direct response to this post about the racist white side characters from Pocahontas . You may want to read those before you continue reading this thread.

We left off with Kocoum returning to the village with his injured friend. Powhatan realizes the danger the settlers poses and decides to call for reinforcements. He tells the other Natives in the village that the white men are dangerous and nobody is to go near them.

The rest will be under the cut:

Unbeknownst to Powhatan and the other settlers, Pocahontas and John Smith have already met. And I’ve already addressed before how it’s a good thing that Pocahontas is a beautiful supermodel Native woman because had she been a curious, unarmed native man, John Smith would have shot her on the spot. But somehow this is supposed to be a love story. In any case, Pocahontas returns to her village after the Colors of the Wind montage and Nakoma immediately knows that something is wrong with her. No sooner does she address this, John Smith appears.

Naturally, Nakoma panics because for all she knows, this could have been the guy who shot and injured Kocoum’s friend and he literally just found their village. And she is equally horrified when Pocahontas knows him, is clearly on good terms with him, and runs off with him after asking her not to say anything to Kocoum.

Nakoma, now absolutely put on the spot, lies for her friend when Kocoum asks where she is. This is something that pisses her off quite a bit and I’m glad she brings it up later. After this scene, Pocahontas introduces John Smith to Grandmother Willow (who unfortunately cannot smell the evil radiating off of Mel Gibson) and there’s a great scene where Ben and Lon go looking for Smith, talk about how creepy the forests is, and to not ask questions if they see any Indians and just shoot them on sight. But the next time Nakoma and Pocahontas interact, it’s when the warriors from the neighboring tribe arrive.

She’s literally about to tear into her right then and there until Kocoum shows up. But she doesn’t front her off, even though she is probably angry as hell that her best friend is interacting with a man who was literally sent here to kill all of them.

“Look at them. Now we have enough warriors to destroy those white demons.”

And here’s the kicker: as much as this film and the fans of the film want to argue that “two wrongs don’t make a right” and that “both sides were wrong and needed to make compromises,” this is what Powhatan does when Pocahontas approaches him.

"But maybe we should try talking to them." "They do not want to talk." "But if one of them did want to talk, you would listen to him, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you?" "Of course I would. But it is not that simple. Nothing is simple any more."

Powhatan, who is literally about to go into a war council with the other tribes, reassures his daughter that he would absolutely negotiate peace if the settlers wanted to talk. And we have no reason to believe that he’s lying to her considering what happens at the end of the film.

So this man, who has just returned from a previous battle and knows how many settlers are coming at them with all their strange, deadly weapons, would still be willing to talk if it would bring peace, if for no reason other than the fact that it’s important to his daughter.

While this is happening, Smith returns to the fort at Jamestown and learns that the settlers plan on waging an attack on the Natives within the next few days or so.

Look how angry every single one of those men are when they find out that Smith was just TALKING to another Native. This is before they even know that it’s Pocahontas. He doesn’t mention her name, rank, or gender. All they know is he met with one and didn’t kill her on sight.

“This is my land! I make the laws here. And I say anyone who so much as looks at an Indian without killing him on sight will be tried for treason... and hanged!”

The movie tries to draw parallels between these two cultures and people. In doing so, they only succeed in showing how violent and hateful the settlers are while the Natives are merely trying to defend themselves.

Pocahontas only talks of peace because in this story, she’s only met ONE settler, and even those circumstances are deeply flawed (she’s literally only alive because she was a pretty woman). Meanwhile, the Natives observe rather than attack first, fight back in self defense, and gather their strength for an oncoming battle that Radcliffe confirms he was planning all along.

This film’s idea of “both sides finding peace and understanding” becomes muddled when you realize that the Natives are completely within their right to not trust these men and should do what needs to be done for their own protection. It’s not like these white men were shipwrecked and ended up on this land by accident. They are literally here to invade, conquer, and kill everyone they meet who gets in their way. This isn’t making peace. At best, it’s hoping the Natives will consider Stockholm Syndrome instead of war.

As we get closer to the film’s conclusion, Pocahontas sneaks off into the night to find Smith. She hopes to bring him to the village so he can speak with her father and negotiate peace.

Nakoma stops her and tells her that she lied for her once and isn’t going to do it again, that Pocahontas is turning her back on her people, and she doesn’t want her to get hurt. Honestly as far as this film is concerned, she’s 100% correct. Pocahontas ignores her and Nakoma goes to Kocoum and tells him she thinks Pocahontas is in trouble.

So Kocoum, goes after her and we know what happens next.

The woman he admires and hopes to marry is literally in the arms of one of the men sent to invade and murder his homeland, and she is kissing him.

The actual shock on his face turns into seething anger and then he attacks Smith. The film would suggest that it’s blind jealousy that sends him into a murderous rage but as a Native child watching this for the first time back in 1995, I hated her every bit as much for this scene.

As I said in the last post, Kocoum’s outburst and subsequent death is more insulting than anything else. We’re supposed to disregard everything this man as fought for to protect his people and his village, we’re supposed to ignore that he is there on the front line when the settlers invade, and we’re supposed to forget that he had to rescue his friend from being murdered, because he gets jealous of John Smith.

And instead of focusing on the sheer betrayal that Pocahontas personaly just committed against him and everything he’s stood for, we have to brush it off with “He’s mad this guy stole his girl and that’s gross because she wasn’t that into him anyway.” Instead of this understandable rage that would still appeal to Kocoum’s humanity, we’re more focused on “Oh no, John Smith is unarmed and not fighting back, Kocoum is such a jerk!”

And then he has to die so the racist white boy can have an epiphany.

And even then, after Kocoum is killed, Thomas runs away and John Smith is KIDNAPPED BY THE INDIANS AND BROUGHT TO POWHATAN ALIVE.

For all these men know, Kocoum went out to find Pocahontas and was killed by this white man (Pocahontas isn’t doing anything to tell them otherwise for the sake of drama or something). They could have easily killed him right there based on that and who could have blamed them? There’s a dead body, a weeping woman, and one of the white men sent to kill them. And they still bring him in alive.

As you can imagine, Powhatan is pissed that a man he respected and cared for as a son is dead because his dumbass daughter didn’t listen to him when he told her to stay in the village. And because of that, he’s going to execute John Smith at the very beginning of the battle.

None of Powhatan’s anger and “hatred” is rooted in racism. His decision to kill Smith is not rooted in the same contempt and hatred as the settlers who came to the New World. The Indians literally did nothing to the settlers, who decided at the very beginning of the movie that they hated them and were going to kill them. The Natives on the other hand have been invaded, attacked, ridiculed, and now someone they love is dead, and for all they know, this is the man who did it.

Sorry. “Make love not war” isn’t going to cut it. It never has in a story about colonialism.

Even in the song “Savages,” the Natives motivation for going to war isn’t rooted in racism. While Radcliffe is using degrading terminology that is racialized and still used to oppress and abuse Natives to this day, what is Powhatan and his people singing about?

"This is what we feared. The paleface is a demon. The only thing they feel at all is greed."

"Beneath that milky hide, there's emptiness inside.” "I wonder if they even bleed." "They're savages, savages, barely even human." "Savages, savages, Killers at the core."

" They're different from us, which means they can't be trusted." "We must sound the drums of war."

If you compare this to what the settlers have been saying for the entire film leading up to this song, how can you even begin to say the Natives are wrong? Are we suddenly supposed to care because there’s a misunderstanding about John Smith? He was still invading, still there to kill Indians, absolutely would have murdered Pocahontas even though she was doing nothing to him, wholeheartedly believed Natives were primitive and beneath him, and is even more deplorable in the actual history books.

The Natives in this scene may be “hateful,” but that’s honestly because hate is a valid emotional response in the face of ethnic cleansing. Which Radcliffe even brings up in the song’s reprise:

"They're just a bunch of filthy, stinking savages, savages Demons! Devils! Kill them! Savages, savages. What are we waiting for? Destroy their evil race until there's not a trace left"

We can go into how self aware this film thinks it’s being by referencing the actual genocide committed against the people they’re singing about exterminating, but I’d rather wrap this up.

People often cite that the point of this film is to teach children that racism is bad and we can be more understanding if we stop hating each other. But it heavily relies on using the Natives for pushing that message, and that leaves such a bad taste in my mouth.

As I’ve stated several times, the Natives literally have every reason in the world to hate these men and fight back for their lives and the lives of their loved ones. And yet, they’re the ones who have to extend an olive branch if they don’t want to get killed off, as if being polite and peaceful and understanding has EVER saved a Native American from racial violence. Let us not forget that the actual Pocahontas literally never hurt ANYBODY and the colonists still chose to kidnap, abuse, and rape her and some sources believe that she was murdered when she went overseas.

But getting back to the story, Powhatan goes to kill Smith, Pocahontas stops him, tells him he’s being hateful and to choose love instead.

So he does....

And naturally, Radcliffe wants to attack. But now that the settlers realize that beautiful Native women can be another commodity, they refuse to fight. So Radcliffe is like “Fuck this, I’ll do it myself,” and goes to shoot Powhatan.

But since Mel Gibson has to be Jesus in every movie he’s in, he jumps in the way of the bullet to save Pocahontas’s father.

And even thought Radcliffe LITERALLY SHOT SMITH BY ACCIDENT, the colonists decide that THIS is the last straw and they need to stop Radcliffe now.

All of these men were on board with slaughtering Natives. Hell, when Radcliffe steals the gun and aims it at the chief, none of the colonists even TRY to stop him. Would that have given a damn if Powhatan had been shot? Hell, it would have probably made a bit more sense for Radcliffe to try and shoot Pocahontas and Smith take a bullet for her. But now that one of their own is almost killed, suddenly listening to Radcliffe was “always a bad idea” or something.

And we can go into the absurdity of John Smith taking a bullet for any Native American alive given how badly he screwed all of them over in real life, but I’d much rather end things here.

So there you have it. The “other side” of the story, where the white characters are still racist, the Natives were always in the right, and this movie is still garbage.

You’re welcome.

#pocahontas #disney's pocahontas #kocoum #powhatan #radcliffe #racism #racist #anti native racism #native american #indigineous

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Lost Souls Ch 12 Anastasia - What in Hades?

Percy raised his blade to our group and ordered with a chilling sternness, “If you want to leave, I demand you return Nadia. Nadia, you don’t want your friends to get hurt anymore because of you, right?”

Nadia snapped at him, “Yeah right! You’ll probably just hurt them anyways!”

Percy turned his gaze to the new girl, “Tyche, you said you would do anything to show your gratitude, right? Then prove yourself to be true to your words and grab her. I might be able to forgive your vile betrayal.”

Tyche looked between us and him, holding up her hands, “No, I’m sorry Percy. But I won’t help you fall deeper into darkness. What you’re doing is evil, don’t you see? But you can still be saved! You’ll just have to find another-”

Percy screamed, his voice seething in rage, “There is no other way!” Everyone froze. Time itself seemed to hit pause. Negativity and tension weighed in the air, anticipating what came next. An arrow shot through the silence, grazing Percy’s ear.

I spun around to see Silena responsible, yelling, “I’ll stop you, no matter if you’re a legendary hero or peasant on the street!” She hooked one of her fire arrows and fired it straight at Percy’s face. He caught it between his fingers and threw it back at Silena. The explosion threw Thalia and Keith towards the creek and Silena over the edge. No, no! That… That can’t be right! No! Keith and I ran to look over the edge. All there was were pale ash clouds, no life in sight. My mind short-circuited. No. No! Oih no…

Realization hit me as I looked at Keith, his expression pure ice. His eyes became infernos of fury and hatred. He stood up and turned towards Percy, who was now halfway to our group. His voice exploded as he boomed, “I’ll Kill You!” His axe erupted in blue flames as he charged towards the hero, the ground turning to ash beneath his feet. Reaching him, Keith swung his weapon, but Percy blocked with ease.

Percy growled, “So it is you, Leo. I’d recognize those fiery eyes anywhere. I wish you stayed dead.” With that, he kicked the shorter boy in the side, sending him flying. Keith managed to flip and land on his feet. Terror set in when I realized what he was in front of. A creek. Percy smirked as the water swirled around Keith, concealing him in a hurricane. Despite the cocky smirk, Percy’s eyes revealed regret and guilt.

I snapped to attention as Nadia yelled, “Like I’ll let you guys fight alone!” She shot towards the black-haired boy and tried to strike him with her umbrella, but he blocked with ease. I noticed the smirk on Nadia’s face as she slid her weapon up so the handle hooked on the other’s blade. She yanked the weapon to the side and kicked Percy in the chest. Sliding back, he glared at her. She vanished and reappeared behind him. She tried to strike his back, but he spun around and caught her weapon. Before she could react, he kneed her in the stomach. Falling back, she slid along the snow; her weapon slid out of reach. As she got up, the snow around her melted and covered her legs, refreezing to ice as they took their shape. Panic finally gave my body the option to move, but Tyche grabbed me and held her blade across my chest.

She hissed, “I’m still gonna protect him, evil or not. So you’re staying here.” I looked back to the fight to see Percy approaching Nadia, who struggled to break free. I called out to her as Percy raised his blade.

To my luck, a shield came between them and blocked the strike. Standing there was Thalia, tears pouring down her cheeks. The two pushed against each other as Thalia cried out, her voice cracking, “Why? You’re a hero Percy! Not a villain! Why are you doing all of this? Answer me!” But Percy stayed silent, fury painting his expression. I looked into his eyes to see desperation, sadness, and overwhelming guilt. But Thalia didn’t catch on as her expression darkened, seething with pain, “Fine then.” She lifted her spear, which crackled with blue-white electricity. Her eyes glowed with the same energy, “I won’t hold back.” she shoved her shield forward, sending the other boy stumbling back. She threw down her spear at his chest. But, to everyone’s surprise, Percy caught the spear in his gloved hand. He spun in a circle, snapping the weapon and cutting her across the chest all in one motion. He kicked her back and she slammed into the rock wall, leaving cracks and stains of blood. I watched in horror as she slid to the ground, unconscious. No, no, no, no, no , no, no, no, no,

“NO!” A bright beam came from above and struck Tyche and Percy in the eyes, blinding them and forcing Tyche to release her grip. I ran to Thalia and tried for a pulse.

Underneath my breath, I begged, “Please, please oh gods Thalia. Please don’t die. i-I don’t want to lose anyone else!” A bright glow grew inside me and washed over the girl. A second passed before I noticed the wound slowly closing. Smiling with pure relief, I looked up to the others and my joy died as quickly as it came. Percy recovered from the attack and attempted to go for another swing, but was cut off by a loud slam. I followed his gaze to the cliff.

Standing there was Silena in the hero pose, a hook and rope on the edge behind her. She stood up, shouting, “Grappling hook motherfuckers!” She fired an arrow at Percy and… it whizzed past him. But Silena’s composure didn’t crack.

On the other side of Percy, the creek exploded in green flames. Keith stood in the center, hair, eyes, and axe covered in the fire. He let out a murderous yell and sprinted towards Percy. He threw down his axe and a green strike shot forward and came between the two. Percy jumped back as the heat melted the ice. She rolled out of the way of Percy’s jump strike and snatched up her weapon. Leaping to her feet, she held up her open umbrella to block Percy’s strike. She shoved the weapon forward, closing it in the process. The attack grazed his side and he fell to his knees. Meanwhile, the others ran over to the two of us.

As the darkness washed over us, the last thing I heard was a psychotic scream of pure agony.

-Keith-

How could this happen? Why Percy? Why us? What went wrong? My mind flashed through memories of meeting the teen, our jokes, the pain of losing him, the relief of seeing him again, the tight chested guilt of leaving him, seeing the joy in his eyes when all of us reunited. I compared his warm eyes with the stormy eyes which haunted dreams. Seeing him there, what he did, what he said, it all cut though my soul deeper than if he died.

“I wish you stayed dead.”

Those words haunted my soul. A chord had been struck, no, snapped within me. My mind conflicted between my friends of the past and protecting my family of the present. One group I traveled across the globe with, the other I traveled across the country with. One group brought me back from the darkest times, the other stayed with me even when I was lost. I have to go find Percy and try to talk him out of it. No! I have to stay and make sure the others get to safety! N-No!

These memories hurt. My whole being in torn in two. Even my own name is thrown into question in this mental war. What do I do? Who do I go with? What can I do? What happens now? What would I think’s right? Who… who am I now?

“Keith!” A voice snaps me back as one. Th-That’s right. I used to be Leo, but no longer. Keith, that’s who I am now. Keith Volace, it sounds right. Blinking, I looked around and took in my group around me. Silena was next to me, behind her Nadia and Anastasia were supporting Thalia, Anastasia still healing her. Silena stepped towards me and rested her hand on my shoulder, “You alright?”

I smiled at them, “Yeah.” And, for the moment, it wasn’t a lie. At least, for that one moment my past and present self were synced. A memory flashed in my mind as I blurted out, “Oh! I know where we can go for help! Follow me!” Without another word, the others trailed behind me as I let the way through the city. Part of me was overjoyed at the aspect of standing in the front of it all instead of hiding behind others like a shield. But another part shook in terror at the thought of leading them into a trap. My mind flashed back to older people looking down at me with fury and disgust in their eyes. I fell further, to campers of various ages looking at me with fear or hatred. Further, to a boy with blond hair and blue eyes, Jason, watch me with annoyance. Further, to looking up to a woman, a nanny, and feeling the core of me with pure rage. Burning, destroying, running, all boiling inside me, all challenging each other, all threatening to spill over. Make it stop! Stop! STOP!

“Keith stop!” I halted in my tracks. The roaring in my brain quieted once more and I realized what I was doing. My hair was in a mess, my eyes stung, my legs were quaking. My whole body entered panic mode. I looked to the side to see that Anastasia handed off Thalia to Silena so she could grab my shoulders. Looking down, I saw her eyes act like windows to reveal the fear, worry, and concern hidden beneath. What have I done?

I pulled the girl into a hug, whispering, “You just can’t stop saving people, can you?”

Unfortunately, Nadia ruined the moment, “Uh Keith, are you sure you know where you’re going? Because you’re kind of leading us to a sewer tunnel.” Looking back ahead of me, I smiled when I saw she was right. Across the street was a tunnel that appeared to head into pure darkness. Standing in front were two armed teens around our age. The girl had long brown hair with a bow in her hands, and the boy had bright blond hair with an axe in his hands.

The girl raised her head and shouted, “Hey! Keith! You’re here! Wait, why are you here?” I ran over to them.

The boy raised his weapon at the others, “Wait, who are they?”

Silena replied, “Shouldn’t we be asking you that?” Ironic, because I knew she already knew the answer to the question.

I opened my mouth, but the girl noticed our fifth member, “Wait, is that Thalia Grace?”

Nadia groaned, readjusting her grip, “Ugh, yeah and she’s sort of in need of emergency medical attention. Now.”

Reluctantly, the boy nodded, “Right. You better come in.” The two walked into the tunnel and vanished from sight. The others, minus Silena, just shot me a look that screamed, ‘Are they serious?’ To respond, I just gave them a demigod-classic smirk and vanished into the tunnel.

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jeichanhaka · 7 years

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Right Here Waiting

Chapter 8: Paying Back a Debt

Rushing hurriedly across the landscape, blurs of greens, blues, and yellows, the silvered haired, tall and slender fox-demon Youko tried frantically to locate Kurounue—knowing that the demon should be somewhere near where he was now. But where was he? Youko had already tried to pick up the demon's aura signal again, but to no avail—Kurounue's aura was gone, but no—it couldn't be, that would mean he was….

"No, Kurounue, where are you?" Youko muttered his yellow eyes glistening in the soft twilight, something was definitely wrong—Kurounue was in danger, but Youko couldn't find him. Damn it, where was he? Now highly alarmed, searching frantically for any sign of the demon, looking through all the shadows, Youko ran around the area again watching carefully for any movement, hoping that he would find Kurounue soon.

However he spotted nothing that could point him to where Kurounue was—in fact there was no sign that anyone had been here recently, but Youko could've sworn Kurounue's aura signal had come from this vicinity. It didn't make sense that Kurounue wasn't around here still—unless whoever attacked him had taken his body away—that could mean Kurounue was still alive.

As Youko searched for Kurounue, from the shadows Karai watched the Spirit Fox, holding an unconscious Kurounue in his arms, the fox cub sitting next to him, eyes gleaming. Not a sound escaped from them until Youko left this part of the forest to search elsewhere for Kurounue, and then the only sound was the quiet footsteps and rustling as they left in the opposite direction.

After ten minutes, the three made it to a clearing with a few tree stumps sticking out of the ground that was covered by a recent growth of grass. Looking around the clearing in a calculating way, the fox cub stood on guard, and then turned back to Karai, eyeing the demon as Karai took a small crystalline orb out of the unconscious Kurounue's pocket. Crystalline and fragile in appearance, the orb glowed a dim white light, the letters NCRS were engraved in its glassy surface and the orb itself was cold even though the glow radiated with heat.

The Necros orb, ingenious. The fox cub thought as he eyed the orb and then studied Karai's reaction to the sight of the orb—the demon's eye widened in surprise and understanding, and then narrowed as he realized how intently the fox cub stared at him. Give that to me. The fox cub spoke with his thoughts, harsh, in a voice that expected to be obeyed. However….

No. Karai thought-spoke in response to the command, struggling to keep his body from obeying the order.

Do what I say, brother. The fox cub replied, staring at Karai with anger in his eyes, moving his mouth into a snarl.

Go to hell, Karasu. You deceitful bastard.

Heh. The fox cub, a disguised Karasu, took a step toward Karai, eyes glowing a dangerous red hue, and then Karai flinched and fell down as though in pain—the same red glow as in the cub's eyes appearing around his body. Even though I'm not in my normal body, that mark on your side ties you to me—you can't disobey your master.

"Urgh…." Karai bit his lip as the pain whelmed through him—but he had to fight it, he'd been too surprised and afraid before to fight when his reincarnated brother forced him to attack Kurounue, now however, Karai struggled wholeheartedly against the demon. Amazed at how he could struggle against Karasu—it must've been because Karasu no longer had his original body, the bond was weakened due to the fact that the bite Karai received was from Karasu's original body. Though, Karai couldn't help but wonder, he had received a bite from that fox cub, so Karasu should have complete control over him—but the demon didn't, why was that?

Please give him the orb, trust me. A new voice spoke in Karai's thoughts, surprising him by its presence. For some reason Karai couldn't disobey this new voice, and what's more he didn't seem to want to. Unable to disobey this new voice, Karai dropped the orb, letting it fall to the ground where the fox cub grabbed it, eyes glistening. Before Karai could do anything, the fox cub ran away into the dense forest clutching the orb in his mouth.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Hiei stood next to the unconscious Akiko, wondering how he would bring her back to the hospital when he didn't know the way from where he was. Though he could go to Genkai's, but would he be able to carry Akiko all the way back there? Realizing he had to do something, Hiei took a deep breath and then picked up Akiko, feeling the strain on his human muscles, and started walking in whatever direction he chose. Ten minutes later after stopping for a rest, Hiei stared ahead, toward the direction he headed, trying desperately to figure out where he was, when he heard someone walking toward him.

Freezing on the spot, moving only his eyes to stare at where the person came from, Hiei felt himself tensing up, wary of whom it could be. However, he needn't have worried, as one clear look at the visitor revealed the slicked-back, black hair of Yusuke Urameshi, who saw the fire-demon a split-second after Hiei spotted the detective.

"Hiei! Thank god, we've been looking everywhere for you!" Yusuke exclaimed rushing up to the still fire-demon, noticing only when he was a foot away that Hiei stood guard over an unconscious Akiko. Seeing the unconscious human girl, Yusuke stopped, narrowing his eyes as he stared at her and then at Hiei, trying to figure out what happened.

"Detective."

"Hiei, what's Akiko doing here?" Yusuke asked stopping himself from saying 'that bitch' instead of 'Akiko.'

"Not now, detective. We need to get her to either the hospital or Genkai's, whichever is closer."

"Well, my apartment is the closest place around here, so let's go there and I'll get in touch with Genkai. On the way there, you can tell me what's going on."

"I only want to explain once, so we'll wait until Genkai arrives at your apartment," Hiei replied, paused, glancing once at Akiko, and then spoke again. "Could you carry her? It'd be faster that way."

"…um…okay." Yusuke agreed, remembering that Hiei had a human body now, though why he asked instead of ordered Yusuke to carry Akiko surprised the detective. "You're getting a little bit more polite, Hiei." Yusuke spoke, picking up Akiko even though he'd rather just leave her.

"Hn."

Arriving at Yusuke's apartment, the detective laid Akiko down on the couch, and then called Genkai's, informing the person who answered (It wasn't Genkai who answered.) very briefly what had happened, and telling them to get Genkai and come to his apartment. Only a brief time passed after Yusuke hung up before Genkai arrived, more worried about Hiei's condition than about Akiko. However, surprising them all, Hiei demanded Genkai look after Akiko before him, not letting the old psychic near him. So Genkai did what he asked, stabilizing the human girl even though Akiko still refused to awaken.

"There's no point in healing her really, she's fighting to die." Genkai stated afterwards, turning to Hiei, curiosity in her eyes. "Even if the child is Kurama's, there's no way it'll survive unless Akiko tries to live."

"It's Kurama." Hiei muttered, cutting Genkai off when she looked like she'd continue speaking.

"How do you know if it's Kurama's? How…?"

"I didn't say that." Hiei replied, cutting off Yusuke who seemed puzzled—not realizing he'd miss-heard what the fire-demon said. "Yes, you did, you just said…."

"What I said was 'it's Kurama,' as in the child is the fox." Hiei seethed; annoyed that he had to clarify what he meant just because the detective wasn't listening clear enough to what he said.

"Wha…?"

"You've got to be kidding."

"I'm not." Hiei replied and explained to Yusuke and Genkai how he found out about the child being Kurama.

"But what would Kurama pick Akiko's child?"

"I thought he'd have picked Ku-chan." Yusuke mumbled, staring at Hiei and scratching his head perplexed.

"To protect it from Karasu. He didn't want Karasu to possess it."

"…You're kidding…but why would Karasu try to possess Akiko's child?"

Hiei waited a few seconds before answering, forcing himself to remember every second of conversation he and Kurama had after he regained consciousness. Sighing a little beforehand, Hiei answered that question while staring Yusuke in the eye.

"Because…the child's father…is Karasu."

"WHAT! You mean that bitch cheated on Kurama with that bastard!"

"Idiot, I doubt if Akiko was given any choice in the matter. If Karasu wanted her, he would've gotten her no matter what. Those spells the bastard learned from Karai enabled him to overpower me, an A-class demon, easily, what chance do you think a human would have?" Hiei seethed, surprising the detective by coming to Akiko's defense—surprising himself by pitying her after envisioning what she might've went through with Karasu—even if it had been, by chance, consensual, Karasu was horrible in his lust.

"But…Kurama…he walked in on her with a stranger…he would've killed Karasu if it had been that bastard, but it wasn't…."

"The fox mightn't have known, Karasu could take Karai's form, who's to say he couldn't take others—and it's not just the form, he disguises his aura signal as well."

"AH! It could've been Karasu!"

"Not could, most likely it was. That must be why Akiko refuses to get better—she knew the child is Karasu's." Genkai spoke up, realization dawning on her. "Of course, Karasu must've used threats to get Akiko."

"Even if he threatened her, that still is not a reason to…."

"I doubt it was Akiko's life he threatened." Genkai spoke staring at the unconscious Akiko lying on the couch.

"But…."

"Kurama. He most likely threatened Akiko with Kurama's life, that's how he got her in his grasp. The bastard." Hiei grimaced, eyes narrowing as he thought of Karasu, hatred whelming through him, remaining silent until his thoughts wandered to Ku-chan. "Where's Ku-chan anyways? Is he still asleep at your temple?" Hiei asked Genkai, changing the subject abruptly.

"Wha…? No, actually he'd run off, right after we realized you were gone."

"What! You better go look for Ku-chan!"

"But, that fox-cub's not Kurama so…."

"So what? I don't care, and besides, he saved my life, in case you forgot, detective."

"Ah, oh yeah. I did forget for a second." Yusuke replied, taken aback by Hiei's fiery temper. "Looks like you've learned how to grow attached to others. You being human is rubbing off on your personality."

"Just shut up, and let's go find Ku-chan."

"Okay, okay."

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