Re: Sole Survivor (Grave)
Club blushed, and looked at Grave like he'd never seen her look upon him before, not so much like a child, but a woman who deeply cared about the man she was with. The moment Club saw Cynder, and when they ended up partnering up together, even though Grave did little to impress, Club suddenly felt like she was no longer alone, like Cynder was someone she could call a friend. Even more, his strange eyes appealed to her, and a part of her knew, just by the look on his face what Grave had gone through in his life... Club felt that all he needed was someone strong to stand with him, someone like Club, who thought she could crush anything she wanted with just her pure strength.
And, even after he stood, Club took a step closer, and wrapped her arms affectionately around his leg, holding him as best as the little woman could.
Cynthia gave Cynder a deep, respectful bow of her head to him at his request, "I will be honest, Cynder... I do not exactly know myself, what it is you should do. The fates decided that you, as one of those touched by the hands of the fates, should be the ones to decide what becomes of the world... The threads of fate have already trapped you, with the help of my influence... Sooner or later, you will be forced to make a choice... And standing with the others, the world will be at your mercy...
"Whether it is engulfed in darkness..." she said, trailing off for a moment, while he saw Cynthia weave strange illusions in front of him, depicting Grave himself, standing atop a decaying, rotten hill, brimming with dark power, and surrounded with various slaves, and whores who are all constantly begging to do his bidding, while the world he so loathed burned before his eyes... And shortly after, images following of various horrible sights he recognized; his old mentor's grave defiled, and destroyed, Club's lifeless body, beaten, stabbed, and raped until death, killed by Grave's own hand, and even a very vivid depiction of Cynder facing down Cynthia, who offered no resistance, before he made powerful steps towards her, and ended her life in a single, vengeful blow, along with many, many innocent people being slaughtered, and otherwise made into demonic slaves...
"Whether it is saved in a glory of light..." she added, while another depiction of the future came before him, with Grave standing with many people, and creatures of different species, all of them loving, and praising him as a hero. And each of the people he saw before, mind his mentor, were with him. Club and himself seemed to develop quite a friendship of trust, always watching each other's backs. While Cynthia seemed alive and well, even though her existence was very vague, as if her presence there was not a certainty. And, as the vision went by like water floating on wind, Cynder saw himself standing as a Leader, a Guider, a Shepard, over a great land, constantly worshiped everyday by those whose lives he saved from slavery and sexual torture, and especially worshiped by many beautiful women who caught his eye during lonely days...
"... And whether you do nothing, allowing the oncoming darkness to spread..." she finally said, one last vision coming forth before his eyes, Club herself seeming fascinated by it all, looking around with awe. What he then saw, what nowhere near as awe inspiring, or incredible as the others. Grave saw himself in chains, shackled, and imprisoned in a demonic fortress in what could only be described as Hell. He was fed poorly, he was starving, and he was constantly raped of his very living essence several times a day, until he saw himself as an unrecognizable man, simply leaning against the moldy stone wall with an emotionless tone, having lost any and all will to live, or even think...
The illusions slowly dissipated, leaving the room around them, almost making Cynder feel as if he'd gone to many different worlds and places, before coming back, while not even moving an inch, as he saw Cynthia standing before him, in the same room he first arrived in. "... All of this... Is within your power to control, So the Fates Have Spoken" she said as a miniature chant to the 'fates'.
Her wings folded behind her back, standing straight before Grave, "All I can do now, is pray that you choose the path that saves us all, and assist you however I can... Even if it means my doom, and the doom of the world... I no longer have the means to control the fates in such a way, that right has been passed on to you, Cynder..."
Clenching his pants, Club looked up at Grave, eagerly awaiting to hear what he might have to say...
