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“Abomination”, Ch. 17

Narvuk ran his hand over the crystalline monolith, watching as soulfire danced under its surface. "Zivath, can you scan these? Perhaps there's something about them that makes them... special." She nodded her shell and a blue cone of light shone out, encompassing the statues one after the other.

"Looks like standard molecular structure, only real difference is a small amount of... wait, that can't be right." Zivath shook her shell and re-scanned one of the statues as Narvuk cocked his head at her. "I'm getting trace amounts of sterile neutrinos in these!" She flitted over to her Guardian, who looked puzzled. "Right, sorry. Sterile neutrinos are normally found near sites of Taken activity."

The implications dawned on Narvuk, and he stepped closer to the statue, laying his hand against the cold idol. "I feel nnothing. But these" - he gestured to the faces carved into the top of each statue - "look familiar. There mmust be something that gives names to themm."

"The soulfire inside, it sounds like words. Eir, Ur--"

"-- Xol, Yul." Zivath looked over inquisitively as Narvuk finished with her. "How do you know those?"

"Thosse are the names of the four Worms. They gave our king the Logic, and it is the pact with them that compels us to fight and kill. If our own worms are not fed, they consume us from inside. We kill to survive, not simply to kill," Narvuk explained without looking away from the statue. "None of us asked to be thrust into a life of wwar, as no Guardian asked for a second life. But my people have chosen their path. Now, can we return to the task at hhand?"

Zivath's shell drooped for a few moments as she turned away to a different statue. "Um, well, there's runes carved in the base of this one. They read 'Visage... of the... Disliked'? No, hold on... Unfavored! 'Visage of the Unfavored'. Aaaaaand this one" - she flew to the third statue - "has runes as well! It says 'Visage of the Scheme-Mother'. Those titles aren't in the database, which is odd. We accessed the World's Grave years ago, so we shouldn't be missing anything."

She glided back to Narvuk, maneuvering under his arm to get a closer look. "The titles are not familiar to mme. Little Light, I amm sorry for being... terse. My people... they are lost, and none can see it." Zivath half-turned to him, then returned her gaze to the stone. "Zivath, please. I did not mean to dismiss you. I--"

"Look, I'm trying to translate what may very well be a viral language here, so maybe hold on a minute," she snapped. After a moment of tense silence, the Ghost spoke up. "Final runes translated. 'Visage of the Warpriest', it says."

"That one, I know. The Warpriest was one of Oryx's champions, and fed the king's worm through conquest and slaughter. He conquered five hundred and eighty-five worlds, salting them with ash and painting the void with fire. According to the Vanguard's own rrecords, he died shortly before the king."

"If you don't wanna join them, bug, I'd recommend you drop the sword," a familiar voice called form behind the two. They turned as one, and before stood DeMarcus. On either side of him were the six Guardians Narvuk had seen in the hangar. The Knight noted the Warlock on the left as the same one who had questioned DeMarcus' plan. "I gotta thank you, bug. An accident in the patrol zones, that's one thing. But here on the Shore, ain't no rules but Spider's. And he doesn't much care for meddling in Lightbearer business, unless it messes with his," DeMarcus mocked, drawing a hand cannon from the back of his waist and aiming not at Narvuk, but at Zivath. His companions unholstered their weapons as well, though they pointed at Narvuk.

"Let's be honest, bug. You were never gonna be one of us. Just 'cause you got a Ghost, doesn't make you a Guardian, just makes you lucky. Deep down, you're just another Knight in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now, drop. The sword," he finished. Narvuk extended his arm to the side and let go, the Cleaver thudding to the ground.

"DeMarcus, just get it over with already. We're not here for you to monologue," the Warlock scolded, glaring at his friend from the corner of his eye. "We've been here too long already."

"I'll do it when I'm ready, Edal, got it? Just keep your gun on him," DeMarcus barked, turning his attention back to Narvuk. "Now, bug. Sienna and Poppy" - he spit at the ground, and Narvuk clenched his jaw - "may think you're alright, but me and the boys here? Well, general opinion is you're a walking time bomb. Probably a trap from your great-aunt, in fact." DeMarcus' face lifted in a smug grin. "Bet you thought no one would find out, huh?"

Narvuk was puzzled for a moment, then the meaning became clear. "Hhow did you... Sienna." The Titan nodded. "Hrnn... well, you sseem to be holding all the... corpses?"

"I think you mean cards. 'Hold all the cards'," Edal interjected. DeMarcus shot a glare at him as Narvuk nodded thanks.

"Cards, then. Hhow are you going to pplay them, is the question," Narvuk half-mocked, gesturing invitingly to the group. "Yyou clearly aren't scared to face me wwith allies, but can you stand on your own?"

DeMarcus stormed forward, stowing his cannon. "Titan's need only the strength of the Light! You're nothing without the girls behind you!" He balled his fists and shifted into a fighting stance. "Bet they didn't teach you how to fight without your fancy magic sword in those tunnels you bugs love so much, huh? C'mon, you ugly son of a--"

DeMarcus' inevitable stream of insults was over before it began as Narvuk's rock-hard fist crashed into his chest, caving it in instantly and sending the Titan flying back. One of the Hunters ran to where he landed and crouched. After a moment or two, he looked back to Edal and shook his head. A Ghost materialized above the body and pulsed with Light, and DeMarcus shot up with a gasp. The Hunter offered him a helping hand, but he batted it away and stood shakily. "Cheap shot, bug," he spat, advancing once more. "This time, I'll--"

"Do nothing, Lightmonger," a raspy voice finished form above the Guardians. Their gazes snapped to the cliffs in unison and were met by at least four bright eyes for every Guardian. Narvuk hid a small grin as he recognized the speaker: the Vandal that had spoken to him earlier. As he looked around, he noticed that the rest of the Fallen from before had returned as well, all armed with shock pistols or wire rifles. "Drop weapons, or we shoot-fire." The demand was followed by the sound of charging wire rifles.

Edal and the others hesitated for a moment, glancing at DeMarcus before slowly placing their guns on the rocks. DeMarcus stood, fuming with clenched fists, in front of Narvuk. The Knight simply stared down at him, neither willing to back down. Edal came up behind his friend and laid a hand on his shoulder. "DeMarcus, let's go. We can't start a fight with the House of Spider, and you're not in a good state of mind right now anyway. Let's go home." The Titan glowered at Narvuk for a moment before turning, marching past his companions, and transmatting away.

The rest followed one by one until only Edal was left. "Narvuk? I- look, DeMarcus doesn't speak for anything close to a majority of Guardians. If he tries something else, shoot me a feed, alright? I've got practice reining him in," the Awoken said, more than a hint of apology in his melodic voice. Narvuk merely nodded, and Edal vanished.

A Vandal wearing the red and gold of the House of Light dropped down next to Narvuk and said something in Eliksni. It stared at Narvuk for a few seconds, awaiting a response, then realized its mistake. "You save-rescue us. Much thanks-gratitude, Hive," it rasped in broken English. "Mithrax Light-Kell will hear-learn of this, that we may help-aid you."

"Think nothing of it, ffriend. I did what hhad to be done."

"I am called Vytkos. I am in your life-debt. You will always-breathe have an ally in House Light. For now, we must return-go to our Kell." With that, Vytkos and her fellow Fallen disappeared, along with those from the House of Dusk. Spider's Vandals simply began walking away, leaving Narvuk and Zivath alone once more.

A/N: Hey, guys! Sorry this chapter took so dang long! School has been a bit hectic, and I've been slacking! But here we are, at the end of chapter 17! Only a few (relatively) more to go, and then it's on to the sequel (yes, there's gonna be a sequel)!

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ayuforreal · 7 years

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Salty with a chance of sugar.

*chapter 47 from the book I can never complete.* Woke up and found myself hugging his arm like a koala. where did the pillow go. nevermind. instead of drawing myself back and totally waking him up, i preferred watching him. everything was so still at this moment. when awake i'm always too nervous to look closely at him at his face and observe.. even his little perfections seem big to me..his jawline. always a thing of fascination for me. and his lashes were so damn long. why would god give beautiful lashes to guys who are not even grateful for them. if god had given me a face like that i would have traveled the whole world just to flaunt my perfections to the petty earthling.. ehh that came out a bit dark although. thatswhy you're not gifted Naina eh. i dont really know how long it has been since i've been staring at me. i didnt mean to be this creepy but whatever. he was my boyfriend. and this thought made me so happy. every fucking time.. he will always be such a novelty for me.. suddenly he flinched his fingers and i within a millisecond i closed my eyes like abort mission abort mission naina!!!! boyfriend beauty appreciation time over !! abort right now !! i pretended to sleep as soon as i felt him moving.. he slowly freed my hand from his,a silent chuckle escaped from his mouth, which i could totally feel and then he stroked my hair away from the pillow. so i wouldnt get tangled in my own hair.. wow this much presence of mind at this time of morning? when i wake up in the morning, i mess up so hard that i can brush my teeth from the face wash and vice versa. but this guy.. something was really wrong with him. when i finally heard the soft closure of the bathroom door i decided to open my eyes and sit up. phew did he know i was faking the sleep?? i hope not.. i sat there texting on my phone so that i look busy. and the bathroom door opened and Kv entered the room, shirtless his gaze set on the ground, humming something so softly and fidgeting or folding his tee shirt with his hands. i looked up at this really funny but cute scene and suddenly watched him half jumped. "uh oh Naina" his face alarmed. "i've seen them atleast 11 times by now KV.. stop being so prude ugh" i DUH-ED him and went back to my phone. "themm??? and you scared me..i thought you were asleep." he tried changing the subject now. "emm i was talking to your abs KV .." "so 11 times?? you counted ?" "haha well i didnt count of course but i can tell all those 11 times i saw you without a shirt." "ohhhhh same as yeah i passed medical school but naah i'm not a doctor.." he smirked. "oh stop it you..you want to be sarcastic in the morning? so be it." i pouted and folded my hands. "oh i'm sorry.. so whats for breakfast?" he asked. "ehhmm why arent we hurrying up KV? arent we late? whats the plan for today?" "ehhh today we're not going anywhere special because tomorrow we're going for paragliding plus trekking so i dont want us to be tired. so today , just here and there..and also" he sat beside me, finally putting on his shirt i have no idea why so soon but eh whatever like i ca re. "and also what ???" i raised my eyebrows permitting him to complete no matter how stupid his idea would be. "what if we don't join them today? as in we can go with them but we have anyways plans tomorrow and the next day and the next day too so .. today's a free day.." "great idea.." i blushed lowering my head, rolling a small part of the quilt.. nervous what to say next. "so..what do you want to do today?" raising his eyebrows he held the other little end of the quilt. god why does he make everything so jittery for me. "i have no idea..you suggest something." and yes i was still nervous. "eh if you want we can bunk this plan.. just go with the rest if this is not okay for you" he stuttered.. wow was i making him uncomfortable. ugh naina.. if you weren't a human you'd be influenza virus.. stay with a person and make them awkward just like yourself. "no no i didnt mean that..i just don't know where to go.. i'm fine with that..and after all Divya is really really annoying so i wouldn't mind a day off from her endless bullshitt" i finally gave him a smile. "wow so, you hate her more than you love me? thats cool too.." how can i forget KV was originally a sarcastic bitch.. "you know thats not true.." i rolled across the bed. "which one isnt ." "both arent true." i made a face. idk when and how it happened but our fingers invented some sort of game of their own.. tangling, untangling and fidgets. who knows. it was so candid that nobody noticed. "that so broke my heart Naina.." "bitter truth is so much better than a sweet lie, KV" "that was pathetic Naina..i thought you were funny.." "i am funnyyyyyy!!! and its just 8 in the morning. what do you expect, i can't be Alan Davis at this hour." "whose alan davis naina?" "ugh. forget it KV. no one" "should i be worried ?" "yes you should..alan davis is a 55 year old comedian whose in love with me.." "ohh thats great..you know comedians are the people who more likely get mentally ill.." "what?? " "unusual personality structure, which also makes them funnier " "how the fuck are you supposed to know that KV" "idk i just know that" "so you're saying if any comedian falls in love with Naina, he isnt mentally okay?" "yes" "i hate you" still laughing i snapped my hand back from his hand "isnt this so funnny KV? we trying to be like other couples, trying to talk all cutesy but we fail so hard, we end up being weird again." " do we even try ?" he laughed too. "we're so salty. this is our thing maybe..we can never act sweet. like those couples we see all day. " i scorned. "huh wannabes" to which we laughed really hard. "also we aint exactly salty too. we're just weird." i concluded. "okay lets try once again." i sat close to him staring right at him trying to come up with something funny.. "okay" he said. looking at me with his serious face. "so--" before i could come up with anything funny that i was thinking since the last 4 seconds, he interrupted me. " i have a plan for today." he whispered as he came closer to me. That was pretty close if you ask me. i bet my face was looking like a watermelon right now. "we stay here for sometime. do nothing at all.. just stay here" he completed his sentence coming somewhat more closer. i know 'more closer' isnt a word but thats where he was. now before he could complete, i jumped. "yes! i love such kind of days. no plans no nothing. lazy sleepy days where you sleep all day.. hey hey hey lets close the curtains!! " i cheered up for no reason.. he laughed a bit loudly and softly touched his head with mine. a really cute gesture but i couldn't figure out why. all confused i sat there like a bear and he pushed me back in the bed, spooning me like a taco..

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