IC: Reclaiming the Void Options

[BishopMcQ]

July 2072 // Los Angeles, PCC

Locket surveyed the items in front of her. An ancient pair of iron-shod boots. An ankh the length of her forearm made of the bones of the damned and alchemically fused with orichalcum. A book, said to be unreadable by anyone other than its creator. There were others that Coltrane and his people were collecting. Fragments that had been lost across time, and now she was freed from her prison to find them.

She stroked a perfectly manicured nail across the book, its power tempting her to open it. When she placed her hand fully upon it though, the BINDING bit into her flesh. She was to gather them, to return them to the Endless. The BINDING would destroy body and soul if she swerved even the slightest from that task. Sending lackeys forth to collect the items had been as far as Locket could squirm from under the oath she had sworn.

Soon, she would be free of the binding. There were travellers who had ventured into her realm, stood in the Gallery. She would make them pay. All of them would pay.

--==Elsewhen==--

Is it time?

The time is coming. We must reclaim that which has fallen within the void.

There will be a price to pay.

There always must be.

A young ork, sat up in bed, still asleep. He walked into the kitchen, drawing the knife from the block. In the next room, a large mirror stands across from a piano. The mirror had been his great-grandmother's, passed down through the lineage until he was forced to watch it. It was waiting for this moment, this single act.

Drawn forward by the dream, he walks to the mirror. The knife splits his flesh cleanly, providing paint for an artist. He still sleeps.

The boy draws sigils in his blood on the mirror, weakening the gateway between places. He creates the threshold. The wood in the floor absorbs the blood hungrily, not allowing a single drop to be wasted. It courses through the veins of the floorboards, up into the mirror stand.

The sigils are complete.

THe boy collapses, never to wake.