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Beyond the Ice and the Fire (Spectral Assassin/F!Dunmer) - 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

Ashes.

She could smell them, see them, choke upon them… so she must still be alive.

Someone was saying something… was that Nazir? Then it was true… she wasn’t the only one left.

“Riva? I don’t creep out easily, but you can step out of that coffin at any time. I’m just saying.”

She opened her eyes, blinking away the grit that seemed to hang in the air, and slowly emerged, though only half-aware of what he had said. It was strange, leaving the coffin that housed a centuries-old corpse only to find that she preferred the Night Mother’s company to the thought of the fresh corpses that would surely be waiting for her out in the Sanctuary. But she was the Listener, and she had work to do. It had only felt like an antiquated title before – had only been treated as such – but now she felt the weight of it like a physical cloak settling around her shoulders, oddly comforting in the aftermath of ruin. Whichever venerable ancient first penned the aphorism that command was a lonely thing had the right of it, certainly, but the oft-cited fear of suddenly being the one others looked to for answers was completely absent. On the contrary: being the Listener meant she knew exactly what she had to do.

She had a Brotherhood to rebuild.

Nazir and Babette stood before her, looking uncertain, when at last she acknowledged them. “Astrid is here somewhere. We need to find her.”

…

Delivering Astrid’s death blow brought no satisfaction, only a tepid sense of pity. No invective Riva could hurl or torture she could inflict could meaningfully add to the traitor’s suffering, for Astrid had loved her Family as much as she loved her power.

There were no flames left, only ashes.

One by one, they collected the bodies of their fallen. Arnbjorn and Veezara had died in the main cavern, and so were the first to be dragged to lie before the pool and the Night Mother. Astrid joined them in repose beside her husband, her body having acquitted its purpose in the circle of the Black Sacrament. Festus had been scorched nearly past recognition; only the flashing ruby ring he wore confirmed beyond doubt that the body was his. Though even her gallows humor was silent that night, Riva mechanically noted the irony, filing it away for the day when she remembered how to laugh at destruction.

Gabriella was the last, and the hardest, for Riva only realized when she found the other dunmer’s body lying like a broken doll in a hallway that she had half-hoped her friend still lived.

You pulled me back from the brink, once... I only wish I had the chance to do the same for you. Peace in the Void to you, Sister.

When the three survivors had finished laying out the others, Riva saluted them, fist to her chest and a farewell unspoken, before summoning a ravenous blaze to finish the task the Legion’s foul fires had started. No carrion would be left for scavengers and worms… only ashes.

Re: Beyond the Ice and the Fire (Spectral Assassin/F!Dunmer) - 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, my! Good job!