Nazshakul
05-04-2006, 06:15 PM
Repost from official forums.
This was my attempt at something like this, and it shows. Still, I hope you like it. ;)
This is the beginning of a series of stories to enrich the background of my characters Orgo, and his daughter, Vay.
Flavor Song, Start the Beat...
In the worst of all your fears,
You have come so far to hear,
That in turn they've showered your name as the laughing stock.
Now by fire you must hang.
As my word holds course through vein.
You will walk to the end of days.
I'll gravitate towards you!
I will, in the now, hate you!
These days are numbered...
This close encounter...
To the heartland, through the madness.
I'll make, you wish, you hadn't burned our time before!
I'll live, through this, in a manner cursed at my own accord
I don't want to go!
So come on bitch, why aren't you laughing now?
You left me here to fend on my own!
So cry on bitch, why aren't you laughing now?
As all he once knew and loved burned in the surrounding infernal hell that was once his home and land, he looked back at the bodies of the ones he had slain, and gripped the spoils of the battle that was slung over his shoulder.
"I take back my most precious possession, Sarah. The remnant of my heart is no longer your's to keep..."
A time before the night of destiny...
Just outside of a small village, a small unknown hamlet like hundreds of other almost identical places across the country, lived a family named "Dawnbringer". There lived Orgo Dawnbringer, his wife Sarah, and his daughter Vay. Now Orgo was a strong man, and worked hard to support his family in the fields and forests, while Sarah studied second-hand arcane lore at home, a favorite "hobby" of her's. They were prosperous and happy, but... the seeds of destruction had already been sown... The lives of five people were flying towards point zero at full speed. Twilight...
"Orgo! Or- oh... there you are. It was getting late, your daughter was getting worried, you know how she is..." Sarah was anything a man could ever want. Smart and alluring, with a sense of humor, much to Orgo's chargrin. "Tough day? I was about to send Vay out there to help you finish..." Orgo wiped away some sweat off while furrowing a brow at the woman. The gruff man was always a bit more aloof than his better half, but her jesting was always welcome when coming home from a hard day towing that great weight. "Ahhh... sorry. The food shortage is making things hard for the other men. The emergency shipment from Andorhal should have gotten here by now. So..."
"Aren't you gonna say it?"
"Oh? Say what? I haven't the foggiest of what you're talking about..."
"C'mon Sarah... just say it and get it over with."
"Eh? OH! You mean that whole thing about, y'know, saving up extra food in case of something like this? That thing I told you to start doing months ago? THAT thing? Ok, then... I TOLD you so!"
"Oi..." "Daddy!" The young, short-haired girl ran up to the tank-like man and promptly kicked him in the shin, causing him to wince. "Where were you!? Tommy said you were beaten up by Kobolds! Course... I beat HIM up for saying that. NO ONE can beat you up!" Orgo started to laugh, but shirked back from Sarah's disapproving glare. "Ahem. Y'know Kid, you keep beating up the other boys like that and you'll never make any friends. I think you take WAY too much after me!" From back inside the house the two heard Sarah say something to the effect of annoyingly aggreeing to that statement, though it was hard to hear. Orgo glared in that direction, then kneeled down to talk to his daughter.
"Don't mind your mother, you beat up as many boys as you want Kid. Try not to cause TOO much trouble though, ok?"
A strange feeling entered Orgo's heart as he stared into his daughter's brown eyes. A feeling of dread, of fear for the future. "Daddy? What's wrong?" He immediatly snapped back into reality. "Nothing... nothing's wrong." He smiled weakly at her, which only puzzled her since he wasn't much for gushing emotion. "Let's go eat... ugh... but I have to say, I'm not looking forward to eating millet for the fifth straight night in a row." Vay made an equally disgusted expression and the two started to go inside.
"Hey lad!"
The father and daughter turned around to see a very welcome sight. A stout dwarf carrying a large deer carcass, and a taller, gaunt man dressed in military dress. Vay's eyes lit up.
"Uncle Guntz! Uncle Jesse!" She quickly ran up to greet them. It was none other than Guntz Trollslayer, a friend of Orgo's since childhood, and Jesse, Orgo's younger brother. The two waved and made there way to in front of the house.
"Poor lass, y'been feeding this poor girl MILLET for how many days, son!? Well, t'is not a problem. I brought meat! Y'can thank me later by getting me good drink." Jesse then spoke up. "Good to see you, brother. And it's always good to see you Vay! I hope we're not intruding, but we thought you could use the meat."
"You are MOST welcome here, both of you. I can't tell you how grateful we are for saving us from Sarah's cooked mill-"
A thrown frying pan interrupted Orgo in the middle of the sentence, dazing him... though in truth the frying pan was more damaged than Orgo's head.
"Got a problem with my cooking, mohawk-brain?"
"Ouch! No-no-no... J-just the millet."
"That's what I thought."
After a big laugh from the others, Vay and Jesse went inside to help Sarah, while Guntz and Orgo cleaned and gutted the deer, preparing it for dinner. Though it was a little late when they did eat, it was well worth it to eat meat again. Afterwards there was an akward silence, and once again Orgo experienced the same dread as before, and it seemed so did the others... in any case they all felt something... wrong. Suddenly Jesse spoke up.
"By the way, I have good news everyone. The food shipment from Andorhal should be arriving sometime tommorow, thank goodness. I was beginning to think this food shortage was going to become a problem. By the way Orgo..."
As Jesse twisted his body to face his brother, Orgo grimaced, he knew what was coming. He had heard it at least a thousand times before. Seeing a cue, Guntz whispered to Vay.
"Hey lass, why don't you and me go find something fun to do? You still got tha drawings you were talkin' about?"
"Oh yeah!" Her eyes lit up again. "I got a really good one of you! Wanna see?"
"Yah lass, let's go see." Before leaving he gave Orgo a silent supportive glance and left with Vay to her room.
Jesse spoke up again. "...As I was saying. You really need to reconsider joining the army and-" "Just stop right there Jesse. Why must we do this every single time you visit? Why can't we simply enjoy our time together?" "Brother.. I DO enjoy our time together, but Orgo, your skills and talents are going to waste! For the Light's sake, you're better with a sword than I ever could be! But you do not use your talents, don't you care about your country?
"Hmph... actually, no. As long as me and my family are safe, I don't care about petty politics and the will of kings! THEY never had to eat millet for days on end! Greedy, fat pigs, the whole lot of them!" Upon hearing this, Jesse's face turned red with anger, but before he could retort Sarah quickly stood up.
"Orgo... maybe this is something you should... think about." Orgo looked up at her in astonishment. "I know why you don't want to, but the money and benefits would be much, much better than what we have now. We could even move to the capital, into a bigger house. And I have no doubt you would rise in rank rapidly, and think about Vay. Don't we owe her the chance for a better life than this?
It looked like Orgo would explode, but he instead slinked down in his chair. "Sarah... I just.. can't. I can't do it! I think I might lose it if I had to slay another human being. I can't be responible for killing, I just can't make a person suffer like that." There was an akward silence, but all three of them were thinking the same thing. That Orgo was a coward.
After a restless night filled of dreams and nightmares, Orgo awoke. Something was different about today, he felt it in his bones. After kissing his sleeping daughter on the forehead, and hugging his wife, he headed off for another day of hard work and toil...
An uneventful day... Orgo was walking along the road to home when he saw something behind him. Caravan? It was the supplies from Andorhal! As the last cart passed him he ran up and stealthly grabbed a handful of food to eat on the way home.
It wasn't long before he started feeling strange, was it fatigue? No, this was something different... and before he could take another breath, he collapsed. What followed was a time so nightmarish and gruesome it bears not repeating. Madness set in, jumbling his thoughts and emotions, and he was thus broken.
A decade passed.
With all the quickness that he fell to the malicious force that willed him to madness, he awoke. His shattered and broken mind slowly, but clearer now, started to piece itself together.
"Hgrrr... herruuuuss.... huus... hoose, house? I'm in a house..."
Orgo was returned to setience. That black will had weakened, and was gone from his mind. It was then noticed that he was in the middle of an inferno! Chaos all around him! A three-way battle between the newly awoken sentient undead, men, and the still mindless undead. Orgo grabbed a shield and a sword from a nearby corpse and fought his way outside.
He was aghast... it was his own village! There was nothing but fire around. The flames and smoke blot out even the sky, a forest of flames. All his thoughts then remembered his family and he flew to his house, destroying anyone foolish enough to get between a man and his family.
Fortunately, it was still intact... sort of. It seemed to be built up into a makeshift headquarters of the human survivors, complete with a gate and wall. It seemed damaged, but not destroyed. There was fighting all around, with reinforcements pouring from the gate every now and again. The fires from the village crept closer and closer.
He then saw them.
"Jesse? Sarah?"
He was relieved to see them alive, but what he saw next horrified and enraged him. From a window he could see them... they were close, too close. Intimate even. How long had he been enthralled? Staggering backwards he tried in vain to justify their actions, but only an insane feeling came. Was it love or hate? The emotion was enough to kill the sane.
It was this, not the Lich King, that finally defeated Orgo Dawnbringer. It was in that moment he truly died, and became Orgo Duskbringer. He had one purpose now, to claim what was his. He still needed them, despite his transformation. In them is his purpose in existing. They belonged to him, no other! His thoughts turned black.
Then the slaughter began, he killed everyone he saw. Men, Forsaken, Scourge, it didn't matter. They were nothing but obstacles blocking his prize. After killing so many, HE finally came out.
"Halt, fiend! You'll pay for all the... Orgo? Orgo!? Is that you? Brother, it's me, Jesse!"
"I know, brother! Glad to see me? I trust you have been well? I see our precious little town has fallen on hard times. Tell me... how IS Sarah these days?"
His sarcasm was acidic, the malice in his voice was unmistakable.
"Orgo! You have to understand, you were gone! She needed someone there for her, and to help her raise Vay. My God, what happened to you!?"
It was no use, Orgo was blinded by rage.
"Vay!? How dare you use that name!? You aren't worthy! I'm taking them back, Jesse! I won't walk till the end of the world alone! You're welcome to join us of course, but you must stand aside!"
"No! How can you even think of subjecting them to that! I won't let you damn them just because you're lonely! Go and knock up some willing Hell Hound!"
With that last insult Jesse unsheathed his sword. With the fire now raining down upon them, the battle raged on.
"We have nothing more to say then! Have at you, Brother!"
There they clashed in front of the gate, but Jesse was far inferior to his Brother's swordsmanship, and fell on knee within three rounds.
"Brother... Join me! Don't make me kill you!"
There was no reply. Orgo then cleaved his brother's neck in twain. He stared at the corpse for a moment and rushed towards the house, which defenses had been broken during the duel. He slew anything that appeared before him. There was no sign of Sarah, but on the second floor he encountered a body, knocked out and wounded, on the ground. On closer inspection he became ill. It was Vay!
From her hair and face he recognized her as his daughter, no longer a child, but a young woman! If any moment during his undead unlife had he the ability to still cry, it would be at that moment. He crouched over her body and petted her hair, in wonder and sadness of all that he missed. He quickly realized that they were both in still great danger, fire does not discern living from dead. He sheathed his sword and grabbed her up in his arms and leaped from the second story window into the back yard. There was no time, the inferno seemed to have a conciouss intent to devour them.
A few meters from the house, when it seemed they had escaped destruction, Orgo was suddenly struck from behind with fire. Did the hell actually lash out at them? No, this was magical fire... He brandished his sword as he turned to face this new assailant.
"One more step, and you will burn, monster! I will not let you have my daughter!"
It was Sarah. He was speechless, Orgo didn't know what to do facing her now.
"O-Orgo? Is that you!? It can't be, you died! What are you doing to Vay!?"
An emotion mixed of love, lust, and hate entered Orgo's heart, and drug the words from his mouth.
"Yes, I was destroyed, yet... I exist. Sarah... I need you, I need you so much. And yet... I want to flay you alive! How could you go with HIM!?"
"Orgo... he was there, you weren't. You were gone, we thought never to return... Wait, what do you mean you "need" me!? What are you planning!?"
"I want you two with me, I can't face the eternal cold without you! This hell around us... I can't feel it... even as it burns my flesh. I don't have anything else, please, come with me!"
"How could you!? How could you even suggest something like that!? To do that to me, to our DAUGHTER!? You can't have her! I can't, I won't let you damn her to your own fate! Give her back!"
"Never! If you won't come with me, then die now, and curse in vain! It's me, or oblivion, Sarah!"
"Then my choice is oblivion, but you go first, Orgo!"
Magical fire flared up around her and in her eyes, her studies had apparently progressed further than Orgo ever dreamed. The first blast of fire knocked him backwards several feet, the second blast he dodged and counter by flinging his sword at her. The blade hit it's mark, piercing her red robes straight through, and she feel to her knees.
"Sarah!!!"
He ran over to her and embraced her with his decaying arms.
"Sarah, brace up!"
"Orgo... I'm... I'm sorry, I only ever loved you... only you. I... didn't mean... to betray you..."
Every emotion he had seemed to be screaming in agony.
"Don't worry... it'll be alright. We can fix everything! We can go back to the way things were! I just have to..."
"No... we can't, Orgo... I'm sorry, but I can't... let you... do this... to me, to her... I appreciate the thought, but... bye, Mohawk-brain.
"Sarah, what are you doing!?"
He could feel the magical energy building inside her... arcane tension, if she kept this up... He realized what she was doing and immediatly dropped her body and ran. He picked up Vay and ran as fast as he could away from the inferno.
The explosion turned the red night sky into a somber blue color as magical fire engulfed everything he once knew...
"My treasure... my most precious Vay. You are the only..."
A warm, solemn wind, the only witness, blows through Orgo as he watches the red and blue fires eat everything behind him.
"You are the only remnant of my heart..."
Orgo and Vay: Prologue: Remnant of my Heart - Fin
Next: Orgo and Vay I: In Forsaking Forsaken
(So? How'd you like it?)
This was my attempt at something like this, and it shows. Still, I hope you like it. ;)
This is the beginning of a series of stories to enrich the background of my characters Orgo, and his daughter, Vay.
Flavor Song, Start the Beat...
In the worst of all your fears,
You have come so far to hear,
That in turn they've showered your name as the laughing stock.
Now by fire you must hang.
As my word holds course through vein.
You will walk to the end of days.
I'll gravitate towards you!
I will, in the now, hate you!
These days are numbered...
This close encounter...
To the heartland, through the madness.
I'll make, you wish, you hadn't burned our time before!
I'll live, through this, in a manner cursed at my own accord
I don't want to go!
So come on bitch, why aren't you laughing now?
You left me here to fend on my own!
So cry on bitch, why aren't you laughing now?
As all he once knew and loved burned in the surrounding infernal hell that was once his home and land, he looked back at the bodies of the ones he had slain, and gripped the spoils of the battle that was slung over his shoulder.
"I take back my most precious possession, Sarah. The remnant of my heart is no longer your's to keep..."
A time before the night of destiny...
Just outside of a small village, a small unknown hamlet like hundreds of other almost identical places across the country, lived a family named "Dawnbringer". There lived Orgo Dawnbringer, his wife Sarah, and his daughter Vay. Now Orgo was a strong man, and worked hard to support his family in the fields and forests, while Sarah studied second-hand arcane lore at home, a favorite "hobby" of her's. They were prosperous and happy, but... the seeds of destruction had already been sown... The lives of five people were flying towards point zero at full speed. Twilight...
"Orgo! Or- oh... there you are. It was getting late, your daughter was getting worried, you know how she is..." Sarah was anything a man could ever want. Smart and alluring, with a sense of humor, much to Orgo's chargrin. "Tough day? I was about to send Vay out there to help you finish..." Orgo wiped away some sweat off while furrowing a brow at the woman. The gruff man was always a bit more aloof than his better half, but her jesting was always welcome when coming home from a hard day towing that great weight. "Ahhh... sorry. The food shortage is making things hard for the other men. The emergency shipment from Andorhal should have gotten here by now. So..."
"Aren't you gonna say it?"
"Oh? Say what? I haven't the foggiest of what you're talking about..."
"C'mon Sarah... just say it and get it over with."
"Eh? OH! You mean that whole thing about, y'know, saving up extra food in case of something like this? That thing I told you to start doing months ago? THAT thing? Ok, then... I TOLD you so!"
"Oi..." "Daddy!" The young, short-haired girl ran up to the tank-like man and promptly kicked him in the shin, causing him to wince. "Where were you!? Tommy said you were beaten up by Kobolds! Course... I beat HIM up for saying that. NO ONE can beat you up!" Orgo started to laugh, but shirked back from Sarah's disapproving glare. "Ahem. Y'know Kid, you keep beating up the other boys like that and you'll never make any friends. I think you take WAY too much after me!" From back inside the house the two heard Sarah say something to the effect of annoyingly aggreeing to that statement, though it was hard to hear. Orgo glared in that direction, then kneeled down to talk to his daughter.
"Don't mind your mother, you beat up as many boys as you want Kid. Try not to cause TOO much trouble though, ok?"
A strange feeling entered Orgo's heart as he stared into his daughter's brown eyes. A feeling of dread, of fear for the future. "Daddy? What's wrong?" He immediatly snapped back into reality. "Nothing... nothing's wrong." He smiled weakly at her, which only puzzled her since he wasn't much for gushing emotion. "Let's go eat... ugh... but I have to say, I'm not looking forward to eating millet for the fifth straight night in a row." Vay made an equally disgusted expression and the two started to go inside.
"Hey lad!"
The father and daughter turned around to see a very welcome sight. A stout dwarf carrying a large deer carcass, and a taller, gaunt man dressed in military dress. Vay's eyes lit up.
"Uncle Guntz! Uncle Jesse!" She quickly ran up to greet them. It was none other than Guntz Trollslayer, a friend of Orgo's since childhood, and Jesse, Orgo's younger brother. The two waved and made there way to in front of the house.
"Poor lass, y'been feeding this poor girl MILLET for how many days, son!? Well, t'is not a problem. I brought meat! Y'can thank me later by getting me good drink." Jesse then spoke up. "Good to see you, brother. And it's always good to see you Vay! I hope we're not intruding, but we thought you could use the meat."
"You are MOST welcome here, both of you. I can't tell you how grateful we are for saving us from Sarah's cooked mill-"
A thrown frying pan interrupted Orgo in the middle of the sentence, dazing him... though in truth the frying pan was more damaged than Orgo's head.
"Got a problem with my cooking, mohawk-brain?"
"Ouch! No-no-no... J-just the millet."
"That's what I thought."
After a big laugh from the others, Vay and Jesse went inside to help Sarah, while Guntz and Orgo cleaned and gutted the deer, preparing it for dinner. Though it was a little late when they did eat, it was well worth it to eat meat again. Afterwards there was an akward silence, and once again Orgo experienced the same dread as before, and it seemed so did the others... in any case they all felt something... wrong. Suddenly Jesse spoke up.
"By the way, I have good news everyone. The food shipment from Andorhal should be arriving sometime tommorow, thank goodness. I was beginning to think this food shortage was going to become a problem. By the way Orgo..."
As Jesse twisted his body to face his brother, Orgo grimaced, he knew what was coming. He had heard it at least a thousand times before. Seeing a cue, Guntz whispered to Vay.
"Hey lass, why don't you and me go find something fun to do? You still got tha drawings you were talkin' about?"
"Oh yeah!" Her eyes lit up again. "I got a really good one of you! Wanna see?"
"Yah lass, let's go see." Before leaving he gave Orgo a silent supportive glance and left with Vay to her room.
Jesse spoke up again. "...As I was saying. You really need to reconsider joining the army and-" "Just stop right there Jesse. Why must we do this every single time you visit? Why can't we simply enjoy our time together?" "Brother.. I DO enjoy our time together, but Orgo, your skills and talents are going to waste! For the Light's sake, you're better with a sword than I ever could be! But you do not use your talents, don't you care about your country?
"Hmph... actually, no. As long as me and my family are safe, I don't care about petty politics and the will of kings! THEY never had to eat millet for days on end! Greedy, fat pigs, the whole lot of them!" Upon hearing this, Jesse's face turned red with anger, but before he could retort Sarah quickly stood up.
"Orgo... maybe this is something you should... think about." Orgo looked up at her in astonishment. "I know why you don't want to, but the money and benefits would be much, much better than what we have now. We could even move to the capital, into a bigger house. And I have no doubt you would rise in rank rapidly, and think about Vay. Don't we owe her the chance for a better life than this?
It looked like Orgo would explode, but he instead slinked down in his chair. "Sarah... I just.. can't. I can't do it! I think I might lose it if I had to slay another human being. I can't be responible for killing, I just can't make a person suffer like that." There was an akward silence, but all three of them were thinking the same thing. That Orgo was a coward.
After a restless night filled of dreams and nightmares, Orgo awoke. Something was different about today, he felt it in his bones. After kissing his sleeping daughter on the forehead, and hugging his wife, he headed off for another day of hard work and toil...
An uneventful day... Orgo was walking along the road to home when he saw something behind him. Caravan? It was the supplies from Andorhal! As the last cart passed him he ran up and stealthly grabbed a handful of food to eat on the way home.
It wasn't long before he started feeling strange, was it fatigue? No, this was something different... and before he could take another breath, he collapsed. What followed was a time so nightmarish and gruesome it bears not repeating. Madness set in, jumbling his thoughts and emotions, and he was thus broken.
A decade passed.
With all the quickness that he fell to the malicious force that willed him to madness, he awoke. His shattered and broken mind slowly, but clearer now, started to piece itself together.
"Hgrrr... herruuuuss.... huus... hoose, house? I'm in a house..."
Orgo was returned to setience. That black will had weakened, and was gone from his mind. It was then noticed that he was in the middle of an inferno! Chaos all around him! A three-way battle between the newly awoken sentient undead, men, and the still mindless undead. Orgo grabbed a shield and a sword from a nearby corpse and fought his way outside.
He was aghast... it was his own village! There was nothing but fire around. The flames and smoke blot out even the sky, a forest of flames. All his thoughts then remembered his family and he flew to his house, destroying anyone foolish enough to get between a man and his family.
Fortunately, it was still intact... sort of. It seemed to be built up into a makeshift headquarters of the human survivors, complete with a gate and wall. It seemed damaged, but not destroyed. There was fighting all around, with reinforcements pouring from the gate every now and again. The fires from the village crept closer and closer.
He then saw them.
"Jesse? Sarah?"
He was relieved to see them alive, but what he saw next horrified and enraged him. From a window he could see them... they were close, too close. Intimate even. How long had he been enthralled? Staggering backwards he tried in vain to justify their actions, but only an insane feeling came. Was it love or hate? The emotion was enough to kill the sane.
It was this, not the Lich King, that finally defeated Orgo Dawnbringer. It was in that moment he truly died, and became Orgo Duskbringer. He had one purpose now, to claim what was his. He still needed them, despite his transformation. In them is his purpose in existing. They belonged to him, no other! His thoughts turned black.
Then the slaughter began, he killed everyone he saw. Men, Forsaken, Scourge, it didn't matter. They were nothing but obstacles blocking his prize. After killing so many, HE finally came out.
"Halt, fiend! You'll pay for all the... Orgo? Orgo!? Is that you? Brother, it's me, Jesse!"
"I know, brother! Glad to see me? I trust you have been well? I see our precious little town has fallen on hard times. Tell me... how IS Sarah these days?"
His sarcasm was acidic, the malice in his voice was unmistakable.
"Orgo! You have to understand, you were gone! She needed someone there for her, and to help her raise Vay. My God, what happened to you!?"
It was no use, Orgo was blinded by rage.
"Vay!? How dare you use that name!? You aren't worthy! I'm taking them back, Jesse! I won't walk till the end of the world alone! You're welcome to join us of course, but you must stand aside!"
"No! How can you even think of subjecting them to that! I won't let you damn them just because you're lonely! Go and knock up some willing Hell Hound!"
With that last insult Jesse unsheathed his sword. With the fire now raining down upon them, the battle raged on.
"We have nothing more to say then! Have at you, Brother!"
There they clashed in front of the gate, but Jesse was far inferior to his Brother's swordsmanship, and fell on knee within three rounds.
"Brother... Join me! Don't make me kill you!"
There was no reply. Orgo then cleaved his brother's neck in twain. He stared at the corpse for a moment and rushed towards the house, which defenses had been broken during the duel. He slew anything that appeared before him. There was no sign of Sarah, but on the second floor he encountered a body, knocked out and wounded, on the ground. On closer inspection he became ill. It was Vay!
From her hair and face he recognized her as his daughter, no longer a child, but a young woman! If any moment during his undead unlife had he the ability to still cry, it would be at that moment. He crouched over her body and petted her hair, in wonder and sadness of all that he missed. He quickly realized that they were both in still great danger, fire does not discern living from dead. He sheathed his sword and grabbed her up in his arms and leaped from the second story window into the back yard. There was no time, the inferno seemed to have a conciouss intent to devour them.
A few meters from the house, when it seemed they had escaped destruction, Orgo was suddenly struck from behind with fire. Did the hell actually lash out at them? No, this was magical fire... He brandished his sword as he turned to face this new assailant.
"One more step, and you will burn, monster! I will not let you have my daughter!"
It was Sarah. He was speechless, Orgo didn't know what to do facing her now.
"O-Orgo? Is that you!? It can't be, you died! What are you doing to Vay!?"
An emotion mixed of love, lust, and hate entered Orgo's heart, and drug the words from his mouth.
"Yes, I was destroyed, yet... I exist. Sarah... I need you, I need you so much. And yet... I want to flay you alive! How could you go with HIM!?"
"Orgo... he was there, you weren't. You were gone, we thought never to return... Wait, what do you mean you "need" me!? What are you planning!?"
"I want you two with me, I can't face the eternal cold without you! This hell around us... I can't feel it... even as it burns my flesh. I don't have anything else, please, come with me!"
"How could you!? How could you even suggest something like that!? To do that to me, to our DAUGHTER!? You can't have her! I can't, I won't let you damn her to your own fate! Give her back!"
"Never! If you won't come with me, then die now, and curse in vain! It's me, or oblivion, Sarah!"
"Then my choice is oblivion, but you go first, Orgo!"
Magical fire flared up around her and in her eyes, her studies had apparently progressed further than Orgo ever dreamed. The first blast of fire knocked him backwards several feet, the second blast he dodged and counter by flinging his sword at her. The blade hit it's mark, piercing her red robes straight through, and she feel to her knees.
"Sarah!!!"
He ran over to her and embraced her with his decaying arms.
"Sarah, brace up!"
"Orgo... I'm... I'm sorry, I only ever loved you... only you. I... didn't mean... to betray you..."
Every emotion he had seemed to be screaming in agony.
"Don't worry... it'll be alright. We can fix everything! We can go back to the way things were! I just have to..."
"No... we can't, Orgo... I'm sorry, but I can't... let you... do this... to me, to her... I appreciate the thought, but... bye, Mohawk-brain.
"Sarah, what are you doing!?"
He could feel the magical energy building inside her... arcane tension, if she kept this up... He realized what she was doing and immediatly dropped her body and ran. He picked up Vay and ran as fast as he could away from the inferno.
The explosion turned the red night sky into a somber blue color as magical fire engulfed everything he once knew...
"My treasure... my most precious Vay. You are the only..."
A warm, solemn wind, the only witness, blows through Orgo as he watches the red and blue fires eat everything behind him.
"You are the only remnant of my heart..."
Orgo and Vay: Prologue: Remnant of my Heart - Fin
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