Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28365753-20170617021330/@comment-36855838-20181209195313

“Come with me. Together as man and wife we can defeat the Order and rule this continent together!"

I draw my dagger.

"You always were dramatic, weren't you, Alex?"

She eyes the blade apprehensively, clearly worried, though she shouldn't be.

"And look at you, you actually thought I'd hurt you? You shouldn't make offers like that to people you don't know you can trust!"

She looks at the floor, blushing.

"I'll marry you as soon as possible, Alex, but I don't fancy myself a conqueror. If you want me, you'll have to wait until I'm ready for that. This is my only condition."

I draw the edge across my left palm, and gingerly hand the dagger to her.

"An old tradition in my family, a pact must be sealed properly, no matter whom it's with."

She stares at the other. clean edge.

"Haven't you the stomach for blood? It is the vintage of all conquerors."

She draws the other edge of the blade across her left palm, a viscous black sludge oozes from the laceratiin, and coats the other edge.

I place the red and black dagger into a velvet lined box.

I reach out with my dripping hand, and she with hers, and as our blood mixes, we shake.

A dark purple light emanates from the point of contact, and bright golden lightning arcs from our hands to the dagger on the floor between us.

Wind rushes outward, her beautiful white hair being swept back from her face.

We can barely breathe, and soon collapse clockwise, our hands still fused together.

We land chest first on ethereal daggers, and all goes black.

I wake to the sound of tortured screams and an excruciating pain in my chest.

I crawl towards Alex, who sits paralyzed by the open window, her wings stretched out, straining.

"Darling, why are you trying to leave me,"

She looks at me, her eyes filled with anguish, the incorporeal dagger sinks back into her as I approach, ceasing it's sawing.

"What," huff, "was that?!"

"That, darling, was our marriage pact."

I gently caress her cheek, pulling her close to me.

"We are now bound by our very souls, Alex. One of us cannot be without the other."

I step back, the ethereal blades draw, prepared to carve paths of anguish through our spirits.

"See?"

I slowly return, my arms spread wide and low, ready for her.

"I suppose this is sort of what I wanted. . ."

I embrace her.

"Great! Let's get a jumpstart on our honeymoon, Alex dear."

And so conquering was set aside, and the two learned to share a bathroom.