User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Banshee Commissar Raketenwerfer

Prompt:Enter the Collosseum

Waiting for this moment for a long time, hailed as the cities champion of the arena for decades, I have never known defeat, never tasted failure. This would be no different. Entering the arena, watching the hellhound sisters being dragged from the arena, sensless, I look to my opponent. Even after thirteen years he's maintained his regal air, and I can't help but respect this human. Despite the trials and punishments dealt out to him, still he stands, a bastion of light to all those who despair.

A bastion it was my duty to bring down. Hefting the axe I'd come to know well, and stepping into the sinlight, my bleached flesh practically glowing as I entered, I looked at him, saw him, and knew his time would come soon.

"A banshee?" He said, looking surprised, but still on guard. Good, he would need to be for what was to come.

There were many words I wanted to say, many things I needed to scream, but the gag upon my armour left me unable to do any of it. But now, my mistress had shown me, shown me this man could change evrything, and in exchange for his life we would take our freedom. With a flash of motion, I burst forth. He avoided my swing, but by the time he could retaliate, I was already making another.

Our battle was a beautiful dance, power, speed and form flawless as we each moved to the unseen beat of battle, the tune of death playing louder with each given moment. My tears fell as we fought, as they always had. I'd been trapped in this role for so many decades, seeing challenger after challenger fall before me, silenced before I could restore them in the name of my mistress. This would not be like those times.

His body was waning, his living flesh tiring as my deathless body continued it's uncaring motions. With a final sweep after hours of weeping, hours of battle, and decades of servitude, I brought my axe down next to his body, his own blade thrusting up to strike me first. With a final motion, I pulled down and to the side, letting the blade slash through my cheek, and sever the steel of the gag's binding.

As I felt that band of steel and leather fall away from my face, the tears I had been shedding since my capture changed. They turned to tears of joy, as I dropped my axe and embraced the young prince. "You shall die for this, and in death, we shall find freedom" With that I lifted him, spinning around so that the arrows meant for me pierced his back, his eyes widening in fear and confusion.

"W-wha-" I fell to my knees, cradling him in my arms, and brushed a hand through his hair, smiling for the first time in my life.

"Sleep, my prince. Sleep, and awake a king." Looking up at the stunned crowd, their cheers and cries fallen silent, I breathed deep, filling my lungs with sweet, blood tinged air, and bellowed a cry that shook the land itself. The dying man in my arms went rigid, his arms clasping mine in a sudden need, like I was a single piece of driftwood in an ocean.

I didn't get to see the results of my wail, the power I'd built up over decades of silence being unleashed in a single burst certainly turning some of the old and ill to the path of undeath. I didn't get to see, because my king took me with a passion that I had barely had the possibility to prepare for.

We spent many blissful hours in the dirt, as he ravaged my timeless body more for each scream he tore from me. By the time we had calmed, so too had the fighting. The coliseum was filled with monsters and men, bound in pleasant union, as we rose from the earth, his body stronger than ever before, a king of this dying city. And I was to be his queen.

"What is your name?" He asked, eyes refusing to leave mine.

"I am Amalia. I... I am sorry for what I did to you, but... but it was the only path to take." I was beginning to cry again, as he took my chin in hand, lifting it to his face, and kissed me.

"Thank you, Amalia. Thank you for doing that." I nodded, smiling in my sad way.

"Shall we go see your kingdom?" I asked, looking up to the montsers in the stands, looking down at us with smiles and happy cheers. I recognised two hellhounds, holding some poor soul between them, and couldn't supress the giggle it brought to my lips.

We walked, arm in arm, through the city, looking as the population greeted us, man and monster now living in harmony. Whenever we crossed the fallen, I would kneel before them and grant them the gift of undeath. People began to bring the fallen to me, following my cries to return loved ones and strangers alike. As we approached the castle, we found the remaining soldiers and nobility arranged against us, looks of fear and defiance found in equal measure. My husband stepped forward, and I with him.

"Stand down. We want no more death, no more fighting. Step down, now, or we will force you down." He had his blade in hand, and I my axe, and we stood, watching as the knights looked between one another. A few more moments and they stepped aside, much to the shock of the nobility cowering behind them.

"W-what do you think you're doing?! This is treason!"

"Treason to who?" One of the soldiers shouted. "Cowards who would have us die as they fled?! I'm not going to give my life for yours!" Several knights turned against the men and women, but I stepped forward, looking over them all.

"Leave." I said, gaining everyone's attention. "Leave, flee this city, and you shall be let go, we will not pursue you."

"We will not!" It was the same man, standing upon the open throne, anger burning in his eyes. "This is our city! I will not see it fall to some worthless slaves!" He pulled something from his side, I'm not sure what, as he dropped it a moment later, many arrows filling his body.

The other nobles left without argument, and the former king's body was taken for burial, though I fear he would not recieve as such. But I stood, next to my new husband, our undying watch beginning over our new kingdom. A kingdom where the sick were made healthy, where the weak were made strong. A kingdom where death became as life.