User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Banshee SmartProtegonist

Prompt:First Banshee WWYD

I walk over to her, kneeling by her, and put a hand on her shoulder.

"What's wrong?" I ask, knowing a few things of banshee's from my studies.

"They're all going to die." She says quietly, looking up. "Everyone's going to die, and I know when."

"Well, that is a part of banshee's power, right? Why are you so distraught by it?" She shakes her head, tears starting to fall again.

"None of them... I can't help any of them. I tried, I tried so hard, but they just won't answer me." I cock my head, not quite understanding what she means.

"They don't answer you?" She nods, wiping her eyes.

"When I call out to the dead. They don't come back. Why won't anyone come back from my call? I can ease the pain, see the time, but I can't bring them back." Right, banshee's can raise undead with their wails!

"That is... odd. Have you tried asking Hel? She gave you these powers, didn't she?" She nods, dropping her head back into her hands.

"I did. I tried praying to her, but she... she won't answer me." She lowers her hands, looking into them. "Did she abandon me? Did I do something wrong? Why does the mistress hate me?!" She breaks down again, and I can't help but lean in and wrap my arms around her.

"Come on..." I whisper, "it can't be that bad. Come on, I'll get you something to eat." I pick her up, and she practically collapses into my arms. I end up carrying her back to my dorm, asking a few more questions as we walk.

"So, what's your name."

"Christy." She says quietly, looking around at people as we walk. We get the regular curious look, quickly followed by slamming doors when they see what my companion is.

"Even now we're still feared." She mutters, snuggling into my shoulder.

"Yeah, well, being an omen of death isn't something that changes fast." She nods, arms tightening around me. I open the door, sit her down and walk over to the stove.

"STOP!" I hear her voice as I click the electric lighter on the stovetop, turning to see her wide-eyed with terror, before a concussive boom launches me away from the stove. The next thing I remember is laying on the ground, next to my table, splinters of wood around me, and finding it almost impossible to breate.

She kneels next to me, shaking her head, eyes streaming with tears again.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." She cups my head in her hands, resting it in her lap. I try to say something, but only a bare rasp makes it out. "Don't try to speak. I'm sure you'll be with her soon. Until then, let me ease your pain." She leans down and kisses me, all the stress and pain in my body flowing out of me. It's only a few moments later I slip from consciousness, opening my eyes to a dark place.

The ground is covered in black ashes, rivers of bluish-green water flowing between the islands. A han lifts me up to my feet, and I'm face to face with a woman.

"Time to go." She says, pointing towards a small boat.

"W-wait, am I... I can't be, right?" She shakes her head.

"You are dead. And the lady wishes to speak with you." The lady? I sit there for a few more moments, before unknowingly being pulled into the boat.

We come up to a large structure built across several islands, it looks like a cathedral combined with a castle. Towering black stone walls with spires rising up higher again, and as we pass through a gate, revealing the gargantuan structure of gothic spires, arches and great stained windows. The structure is mostly towers, branching off of a main hall, which we're rowing straight towards.

When we arrive I'm shoved off of the boat, the woman who ferried me across seemingly waiting. I walk up to the massive door, which opens of its own accord as I approach.

Sitting upon a throne of black metal with green flames burning across sconces built into it's intricate design, is the lady of life and death herself, Hel.

"Greetings, little one." She says with a sad smile.

"H-hello, Lady Hel." She chuckles at my greeting.

"Please, just Hel is enough." She leans forward on her throne, looking deep into my eyes. "My little one, do you have any idea why I might have brought you to my hall?" I look around, there are guards and a few quiet couples coming and going between other places, but otherwise the hall is devoid of others hanging around.

"Um..." I think for several long moments, trying to remember what had happened, "was it... the banshee? Christy?" She nods, smiling.

"I've been trying to work out what was interrupting my connection to her, what was keeping my power from fully blessing her, and I may have my answer. An answer you're a part of." Unable to contain my curiousity, I ask the obvious.

"How am I involved?" She her smile widens, and she steps up from her throne.

"When she was born, my connection to her was broken by some unknown force. So, I require a conduit to restore my full gift to her." She waves a hand over a pool in the middle of the hall, and suddenly it fills with an image. A burning room, with  woman crying over the body of a man. A scene that's terrifyingly familiar.

"Is that-" She nods, cutting me off by placing a hand on my shoulder.

"This will feel strange, but it is needed." I feel something... cold, come rushing through me, and my eyes lock to the banshee. The cold quickly starts to fade, replaced by a calming sensation that slows by heart. The last thing that goes through me is a brief sense of dread, quickly followed by an acceptance of it.

As Hel lifts her hand from my shoulder, I look at Christy, and watch as she lifts her head to the sky, eyes a burning green, and opens her mouth in a scream so loud I can hear it from here. I start feeling a tugging on myself as I hear it, looking up to Hel, she gives me a broad grin.

"You look after her. You're chosen as well now, so the two of you do me proud." She turns her back on me, and I feel myself fall.

I open my eyes with a start, looking up at Christy's shocked face.

"I... I just-" She's cut off by me lunging up at her and wrapping my arms around her, kissing her deeply and pulling off her clothes. The fire alarm and sprinkler system are going off, flames burning down all around us, but all I can think of is how much I need her body. After several hours of intense, passionate love, I'm left dozing with my loving banshee snuggling into my chest.

"Oh, you're finally done, are you?" A grumbly voice asks from the door. Looking up I see a man with what looks like a small blue mote drifting around him.

"Um. yeah. Sorry." He shakes his head.

"It's okay, just wanted to let you know you had a gas leak before I left, kind of why the kitchen exploded." With that he leaves, covering the blue ote with his hand as he does.

I look over to my kitchen. I don't think I'm going to be cooking for a while. I then turn my attention back to my new wife, and she looks up at me with a smile.

"I-I did it." She giggles, somewhat manically,

"You sure did." I mutter, debating whether or not to tell her about my conversation with Hel.

"And now we can go out and heal the dying, like I was always supposed to." I look down at her smiling face, and sigh.

"I still want to finish my university course. Can you wait a few more months, before running off?" She looks up at me for several long moments, before nodding.

"Anything for my miracle man." I smile, kissing her on the forehead and holding her tight. I should really take a shower to get the soot off of me, but that can wait. Snuggles are more important right now.