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Hell Hath No Fury Like Me - Scorn Remembers
By Lady Athyna
As I relax in my
bath, the candlelight flickering, casting odd shadows and shapes, I think
back... yet again. I'm loathe to remember it all, but I fear it is my penance
for some of my actions. Ah well, remember it all I shall.
I was a
"normal" girl. Whatever that means. I can remember the choices that lead me to
this place in my life in college, but I think it started much earlier. I was 9
the first time I remember magic changing my life. Mom woke us, my siblings and
I, like any other day. Hurry for breakfast and school and all that. I remember
something about there not being enough of the cereal my brother and I liked,
we'd have to hurry to get that last bowl. Then mother screamed.
wasn't in his room. The bedroom window was open to the crisp morning air, a thin
trail of blood from the bed to the window had caused mother's scream. We lived
on the 18th floor of an apartment building in Founders' Falls. Supposedly a nice
neighborhood. I remember how nice the police and heroes were to my sister and I.
How they consoled mom and dad. One of the heroes gave Lily and I teddy bears. He
promised he'd find Logan. I never saw that hero or my brother again. If I knew
that hero's name now...
Ah, but I'm rambling again...
I was too
young then to do much of anything, but I never forgot. I suppose that's why I'm
so protective of Lily now. Those bastards won't get her to.
It was years
later, I hadn't forgotten, I gleaned any bit of information I could find from
old newspaper clippings after classes. Lily said I was being obsessive. I had to
know what happened to Logan. Mom and dad never talked about him after he
disappeared. Whenever I asked about him, mom looked at dad, then she looked like
she'd cry. I stopped asking. One night, I heard them argue. About Logan. Mom
blamed dad for what happened to him, though she never said why. After Lily and I
were both in college, they divorced.
After some research at the library,
through old newspaper articles, I discovered that 32 children from around
Paragon were abducted the same night as Logan. 27 were rescued by various Super
Groups from the Circle of Thorns. The other 5 kids that weren't found in time,
heroes found them during or just after some ritual the Circle was doing. There
was an earthquake that night too. Logan was one of those 5. They didn't find
enough of him for a funeral. We held a memorial service.
I had the names
of the other kids that hadn't been found in time, I took that list and snuck
into M.A.G.I. That was just too easy. Good thing too, I didn't find anything and
had to go back several more times to search through there archives. One night
though, I got lucky.
I found an old tome that held family trees dating
back to the Muvians. Each of the abducted kids was a direct descendant.
Including my brother. On my fathers' side. Now I knew why mom blamed him. But I
couldn't. Dad couldn't help who he'd been born to. He tried his best to hide us.
He denied all forms of magic hoping that we wouldn't set off some magical radar.
He was wrong.
Then I heard the rumors, horrid little tales of the
missing kids, the ones that disappeared that night like Logan. None of them had
really been found. The P.C.P.D. thought they died, M.A.G.I. helped that along.
They thought it would be best if the police stayed away from the Circle. They
didn’t want the families to wonder if anything remotely resembling the missing
kids lived, better to move on and accept death than wonder if a bit of their
soul was still there, watching. The ritual, I later learned, was to place the
soul of an ancient Orenbegan into their bodies. The rumors were that the rituals
succeeded, but didn’t banish the souls of the kids. They were still in there,
trapped in their own bodies as some powerful entity directed the Circle on the
best way to resurrect Oranbega, and other ancient wizards from there.
What else could I do? I had to know more. I had to find Logan and either
save him or free him. Then I found a text in the M.A.G.I. vaults about the
Muvian descendants. The Circle chose them because magic was already in their
blood. Their bodies were the only ones capable of holding the magics of the
Oranbegans. Lily and I were in danger. I couldn’t let what happened to Logan
happen to her. He was the oldest, with him gone I was oldest now. It was my duty
to protect us. Dad avoided magic at all costs and mom had no Muvian blood. I was
the only one who could, who would do something to save my brother and protect my
I searched the vault for Muvian texts, tomes of their magic, I
had to learn more. There wasn’t enough in those vaults, barely enough to light a
lamp. But I found a few names, one of a Circle mage who had been known to do
things for his own desires, even when it conflicted with the CoT’s goals. After
a few weeks, I found him.
I don’t think I’d have done anything
different, it’s still the only way to protect my sister and I, the only way I
might find Logan. He had me meet him in an abandoned warehouse in King’s Row. He
was into far darker magics than the rest of those Circle nutjobs. He thought
he’d feed my soul to a demon in exchange for power and knowledge. I guess Muvian
blood is powerful. I took the demon. Then the mage’s soul. Took them both,
melded their souls into mine. Then I went hunting, for more. I’ve lost count of
the number of demons I have in me now. I don’t bother with hunting. Most of the
demons I’ve met recently are more than happy to teach me what I want. I guess
they don’t want to be part of me. No matter, several demons plus the Muvian
blood makes me more than a match for any stupid mage I find. CoT I still hunt.
And I’ll continue until my brother is returned to me whole or freed, whichever
is best considering what they may have done to him. I’ll still hunt them after
that, until Lily is safe to remember all I’ve hidden from her. I’ll hunt them
still, until Orenbega is a forgotten legend and the CoT merely a fairy tale told
to frighten children. A story with no basis in reality. Then I’ll hunt their
souls. They will pay. There is no power to stop me, no mercy for them, heaven
fears and despises me, hell has no place for me, the only thing left at all for
me is to completely and utterly remove any vestige of Orenbega from the skin of
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