Board Thread:World-wide RP/@comment-25687356-20170817224259/@comment-28929139-20170818073432

Still shaken by that noise that seemed to invade her mind, Kideme didn't understand what to feel or how. Her mind was screaming things that neither her ears or mouth could translate. The silence was more alarming than the noise, at least the pain gave her perspective and perception. And as the saying went, perception is reality.

None of that was here.

Soon enough though, a horned figure in a mask and cloak was descended upon them, standing above but behind Tiatsu. Oh no.... this was it, wasn't it?

Were they dead? Had they been mercifully been slaughtered in that white light that had brought them there? And was Tiatsu their angel of death while the figure had secretly been Charon? The man that operated the ferry through the Styx?

Kideme was breathless in seeing this figure. Even more so when it looked upon her, undoubtedly staring into her soul, probing her mind and picking through her psyche. Of all of them, Kideme was hands down the most emotionally vested in what was happening here. Her spaghettied heart had yet to fully repair itself from the heartbreaking departure and interlude she had gotten to share with him. Or his death. Her final memories of him in the flesh were happy, but her final goodbyes to him as a spirit were even happier as all things had revealed itself at long last.

But now what came was far worse than their own deaths. Rather it was the decision of where Tiatsu would as a result of his own death.

For a year, Tiatsu had escaped a full metamorphose into death, and Kideme could only assume death wanted vengeance or was seeking retribution. Who knows?

Before she was frozen into place, Kideme started to lift up her left hand, staring down upon the blood diamond ring he gave her. In her mind, it was many things, a broken engagement ring, a ring of remembrance, but all the same, a relic by which to remember his love for her.

Paralyzed from the physical now though, Kideme was forced to see her love entrapped and Charon hovering just above.

The god of death had spoken, and even spoke her name, spouting words of how Tiatsu was a lost soul, in need of direction for judgement. Kideme personally freed him halfway, but his other half was in a state of purgatory, and now they had to choose.

Even though she couldn't move, Kideme's expression was pained and full of anxiety.

She could have selfishly chosen that he be given a second chance at life, but the only life she could think to sacrifice was her own. And while Kideme would have more than happily done so, she couldn't bear the thought of doing that to not only Tiatsu, but herself. There was no confirmation, but blood magic was not to be trusted. There was no guarantee that Tiatsu would be given the life as would be expected. There was also none that even if she did trade her life for this that they would ever be reunited again, and she didn't want that.

Kideme would never ever consider making him a puppet of any kind, so that in itself was out. And that left only one option...but...

Her heart pounded [figuratively] when the figure came near her beloved, and with a huff, Kideme shook against the prison that was her own body.

"Wait." If she could have reached her hand out, she would. "If the spiritual veil were to make the decision, what would become of Tiatsu if the decision is not made in his favor?"

Kideme didn't trust these decisions at face value, and she refused to just blindly send the man she cared most about into an unknown fate that could very easily be a hell of unspeakable dimensions.