#ihzuto venha

Aberrant
Adjective; deviating from the usual or natural type
Character(s): Ihzu’to Venha, ft. Orrian Servais @nosce-hostem

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“Again.”

A flash. The sound of cracking. An inhuman screech.

“Again.”

Another flash. Another crack. But this time silence.

Ihzu’to straightened, breathing slightly labored. His sword was in his hand, still crackling slightly with lightning. Dull violet hues sparkled across the dark walls. His eyes turned up, peering out from under heavy bangs. 

The duskwight beside him was still, arms crossed and unimpressed. He calmly regarded the now twitching form of the imp that lay before the two of them. Its body gave one last rattle before it flickered out and dispersed into the aether once more.

It was another failure.

But it was of no matter. 

Ihzu’to quietly waited for instruction. Orrian finally slid his gaze from the place the voidsent had been to the small miqo’te beside him. Then, the taller man simply turned and wordlessly climbed the stairs out of the cellar. 

Left alone, Ihzu’to remained in the blackness of the room. His eyes trailed along the scorch marks on the walls, the floor, some had even reached the ceiling. He lifted his hand slowly, staring down at his sword, the sword that had made them all.

Control. It was not ever something he considered.

His clan had always been adamant in the way of things. Voidsent were to be killed. The Venha were the hunters, and they the prey. But control? That was never spoke of.

Ihzu’to had already strayed. He was not like them now. Everything he did, he did for the clan. But he was unsure if they would ever see it as such. This path. This path was a dark one. An unknown one. 

The cellar was cold. And it was quiet. He could only hear the pounding of his pulse, the stuttering breath.

This path was a lonely one.