Post by Seraph on Sept 2, 2014 22:44:08 GMT
The loss of her pack was still a dull ache in Seraph's heart. All of those bonds snapping one after the other had almost overwhelmed her, but she'd felt it before and knew how to fight through it now.
She'd failed, yet again to protect those around her. What must the sect think of her? She wasn't a coward, she'd stood her ground fighting through the Cammy fucks and spilled their blood as the price for their debts. It wasn't even yet, each of her pack mates was worth three of those cowards!
Seraph's fist hit the concrete wall of Jude's haven and she saw a crack splinter out from the impact. The memory of the events bringing her anger to rise again.
The Heralds' had been sent to Mexico City on an errand for the Cardinal, a simple package delivery where their skills with roads would be handy. They'd skirted Portland on the way down being respectful of the Anarch territory, but a few had still made themselves known. Everything was the way it always was on the road with Kyriotate, smooth sailing.
They'd stayed a while in Mexico, catching up on the news and seeing old friends. She'd learned a few new tricks and had time to practice against others. There were some who could outmatch her, but no one could keep her down for long, she hadn't earned adept for nothing.
When they finally decided to head back to Seattle Kyriotate did whatever gypsy bullshit trick worked and picked their path. This time though, there was a trap waiting for them outside of Portland. The anarchs must have sold them out because no one else knew they'd be coming. It was ok, she'd added them to her list too.
The fight was upon them before they knew and Mercury was the first one down. Seraph had immediately moved to the front as Malakim and Elohim had flanked her with Kyriotate and Cherry picking up the rear. Seraph's flaming broadsword had cut through the gutless shit head in front of her as bullets cut through the air. Her skin flushed as Caine laid his protection upon her and she moved forward into their ranks.
That was when the trap snapped closed around them taking Cherry and Kyriotate down and leaving the rear exposed. Seraph was too far in to redirect without leaving them wide open. Instead she focused on the enemy in front of her trusting her clan mates to hold their own. A storm of steel and blood was all she could see when she felt Elohim drop. She'd finally killed those in front of her and spun to cover Malakim as a clawed hand reached for his throat. She'd removed it from its owner before it could close and they placed their backs together.
Both sides were out of bullets it seemed as guns are discarded in favor of hands, claws or blades. At first she and Malakim made a mockery of their warriors, easily putting them to the ground but the numbers eventually became problematic and a wrong move was all it took for the last of her pack to fall.
As they surrounded her, she had a flashback to the night she'd been made and fear tried to grab her. She snarled in fury reminding herself she was no longer weak even as her sword was ripped from her hands. She turned her fists, feet and knees upon her foes, the flaming fury of her hate knowing no bounds.
When at last her beast was sated she was surrounded by blood and ashes. Her body was covered in bone deep wounds, some if which burned like hell, she even saw some fucking fang marks on her arm. She dug her sword out of a pile of ashes and bowed her head over the fallen. She performed a final ritae for each of her pack mates, speaking their names and their deeds.
Seraph put herself back together on what became a long trek, the riots left her mostly on foot and struggling to find shelter alone. They did provide her with ample opportunity to feed though and the blood closed her physical wounds. The spiritual ones would take longer.
Three packs all lost with her the only survivor. The only way to get revenge was to stay in the fight and see the sect victorious. If her brethren thought her a coward they could challenge her and see what she was made of.
Upon arriving she found Seattle in chaos and the power of sect in different hands. Old faces with new names and titles and so many new faces. She knew she'd need a new pack to continue the fight as without one it would be suicide.
It would be a matter of who she could trust and who would be willing to die beside her in this war. So far only one had caught her attention and shared her ideals. Could a pack be built from that?
She looked up from her thoughts as Jude came back in carrying a fresh body for his experiments. She'd never run with a fleshcrafter before, but maybe it was time to see where that road led.