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She landed upon the icescape, a frozen tundra off on some forgotten dimension. Versatile toes gripped the cold, hard ground as a bitter wind pulled the hair from the back of her neck. It was pulled high as usual, but the long length helped ward against the unforgiving cold. It was inconsequential, the cold was as welcome as a caressing lover.
For a moment she simply stood and looked out across the land. Mostly flat, she could see for miles as she perched along the edge of a ridge. The land was white, trees coated in crystal’s of cold. For a moment she forgot why she’d came here, let slip away the worries that carried her so heavily forward.
The moment lingered, but then passed and Lust released a burdened sigh. Removing Zantsu and Shiba she turned and tossed the black and silver blade in the air. As she willed, both blades begun a noisy change, metal clinking over metal as they transformed at a unrealistic slow pace before landing upon the ground with a loud thud. Zantsu, the black blade etched with silver runes resembled a werewolf as it towered above. Shiba, glistening silver etched with blade runes took the shape of a beautiful wolf. Her treasured and beloved weapons; now loomed before her as her loyalty was called into question.
Another moment, and only the wind dared whisper; sounds that screamed of betrayal, hurt and bitter grief. Finally, she spoke, her voice so soft that no normal being could hear it beneath the howling wind, “You know why we’re here.”
“You would abandon us to use another,” accused Zantsu’s dark voice. As always, his stoic demeanor was intolerant.
“We’ve served you well, have we not,” questioned the silver wolf’s more gentle voice.
“Of course,” answered Lust, offended they could think otherwise. “But you both know that with my mantle of Sin, I must accept my responsibilities. That includes wielding the weapon that is given with the title. I cannot be seen as weak or undermined because I do not fully accept the role I’ve taken on. Is there no way we can find a compromise?”
“You would have us change our very nature to serve your needs?” Zantsu, as blunt and harsh as usual.
“It is a selfish request I know, but I have done everything to make sure I did not wield a weapon while wielding both of you. Please, I’ve come this far with you both at my side, I do not wish to lose you. The two of you are part of me.”
“We are tools,” stated Shiba with her calm rational voice. “We do not possess the emotions you flesh beings do. Do not let our image of personality deceive you. We can only follow the design given us.”
“Bullshit,” snapped Anise, feeling a hint of anger rearing its vicious head. “No matter what you say, you’ll not convince me that you both possess no will and conscious of your own. Don’t make an excuse of your creation to brush off my request. You two have been my friends for too long, that deceit won’t work.”
Zantsu opened his muzzle and a let forth a roar of displeasure.“Our very nature is not an excuse. It is how we were made, we cannot change that.”
“You are the first of our wielders who has ever treated us like conscious entities. We’re merely tools with a voice, and our limited conscious is only present so that me may obey and become the fighting tools willed to us by our owner. It is what our creator instilled into our make.” Shiba’s voice still remained cool and wise. “We cannot change what we are, no more than you could become what the order desperately tried to make you.”
Now this stung, a sore spot of her past brought to life by the more gentler weapon. That hurt was enough to spark her simmering rage into an inferno. Her passion leaked into her voice; “Then I will you to change, if you must obey my orders, I will you to become independent of your maker’s design. Become separate and defy the chains that shackle you down. I will it, so you shall do it.” Part of her hated this, a part that didn’t want to demand things of the weapons as if they were mere tools. She knew better, knew they were alive, they had to be. They were her friends. “You’re free of those rules, free to make your own choices. This is my final and ultimate demand of you.”
Both weapons stood, and she would have guessed they were tense, but mechanical as they were it was hard to tell. Then Zantsu spoke, this time his voice more gentle, “You would free us, and what if we chose to abandoned you all together? What if the only thing that kept us tied to you was the necessity of our purpose? What if our ultimate wish was to live alone and be free, as beings not weapons? Would you still want to free us?”
This time she froze, a tension easily apparent in her muscles. Fear gripped her, strangled her heart in such a tight hold that she wanted to end it, to give in to the tortured demand. How could she go one without the weapons that were beside her all this time? The weapons she’d fought to earn and the ones that had grown even as she did. To give them up? Her heart broke at the mere thought of it, and the fear of losing them nearly crushed her whole. How could she give up these precious weapons, these precious friends? Illusion or not, it’s how she considered them.
“You are free, I already said it,” she answered, voice cracking as fear rooted in. “No being with a mind should be chained to the will of another, if you were to serve me still I would want it to be become you want too, not because you had too. What happens now is your choice.”
Shiba stepped forward, the stoic gaze of her laminated eyes somehow showing reverence. “You truly consider us friends, don’t you? You see us as just as you see those of the Sins, your comrades. You would unbind us, even at great pain to yourself. Yes, I believe I do feel emotion, this thing I feel must be the great and terrible thing you creatures of flesh revere so passionately.”
“So let us compromise,” said Zantsu, his voice having lost the dark venom of before. “We shall still serve you, by our own will. But in order to go against our decree of utmost loyalty from our wielder, you must make a sacrifice. From hence forth, so long as you wield us, we will still change weapon type, but we will no longer possess a voice, we will no longer form armor, and we will not longer walk independently. We shall be solely as you obtained us, silent metal with the ability to shape change only to other weapons.”
“We will make this compromise so that you can wield any weapons that pertain to your title as Sin, and only from your title,” added Shiba. “Should you wield any other weapon that does not tie to your Sinhood, we will sever our ties and no longer function. At the first opportunity we will abandon you as you have abandoned our loyalty.”
She was trembling from sorrow, her gaze softened to grief. Even as they stayed, she would still be losing something precious. Yet, it was the will of fate and she could not undo it. “You would give up your voice and freedom to move to stay with me?”
“You are the only person who has considered us anything but a tool,” repeated Zantsu. “You deserve our respect for that.”
“We are honored to serve you, Anise. You have always treated us with respect and you deserve the same in return,” said Shiba.
Lust nodded her head, black hair bouncing lightly along her face. “I accept,” she said, voice a mere whisper as she understood the magnitude of change that was to happen. Then, without a word further, the weapons begun to click in change, and within a moment they laid upon the ground as mere swords. Glistening in the brightness of the snow covered tundra. Taking the weapons, her sorrow filled gaze lingered upon their blades, and when the wind whistled with impatience she would sheathed the weapons. Turning to look out over the land once last time, a single tear froze on her cheek. It was the only show of grief she would indulge in. Only strength could repay the weapons loyalty. They had compromised for her; at a great cost to both her and themselves.
Then she turned, expression becoming determined as it was time to train with Libido.
 Knight of Valaura · Wed Jun 04, 2014 @ 05:16pm · 0 Comments |
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