revelationAvin's dreams were plagued with memories of his grandfather and the few precious memories of his grandmother that he had. Their warm touch, the happy moments, and the silence that came with his grandmother's sudden death. Avin sat beside his grandfather, gazing at the peaceful face of his grandmother. She was by no means ugly, far from it, but she looked far older than the last time he had seen her."Grandpa, why is gradma dead?"Avin turned his gaze up to his grandfather, and instantly wished he hadn't asked. The pain in his eyes, the loss, the anguish of her passing was still raw.Then more memories came. Ones of his training with his grandfather, meeting the Sin Containers for the first time, and his grandfather disappearing."Avin, remember that you are the Executioner for the Seven Princes."'The Seven Princes?' Avin jolted awake as a sudden pressure pressed against his mind. Sitting up, he looked around the room before releasing his breath, "Nattille."The Sin Container
Envy-Virtue Dimension-Valour felt a slight rippling disturbance in his power ties with Ariel, and frowned slightly. He cloaked himself and walked to the portal only he and a few others could access. The empty plane- the prison lands. He stepped into the dark plane, closing the 'door' behind him. He walked until he arrived to the lone figure in chains "Adriel?" He asked, puzzled. The figure brought his head up from its down hanging position "It has begun" the eerie whisper swept through the endless blackness. Valour creased his eyebrows slightly, and then nodded, turning to leave. The figure said one thing more, and Valour inclined his head, feeling a slight chill go up his spine. He left the Prison plane, and swept past his paperwork, changing, and heading out for the first time in a long while.---"I hear that Mikhail failed in his protection duties again" one of the lesser virtues, Joy, drawled, flicking his longish black bangs out of his eyes with a toss of the head."Yes, I heard thi
TroublesShe was on a dark plane of existence- the shadows stretched out on all sides, expanding endlessly. Directly in front of her was a figure in chains, angel-like wings bound behind him. A blindfold ran across his eyes, and his long hair had grown during his imprisonment, pooling at his feet. Adrian felt a sense of familiarity with the figure. "At last you have come to visit me" a voice rasped, and though the figures lips never moved, she knew it was him who had spoken. Suddenly she was at his eye level, hanging in the air. The blindfold slipped off and his eyes snapped open, holding hers. She saw all her memories, all at once. The death, the sorrow, the cold, the hunger. She heard a sigh "A muse is born of pain" and she dropped, screaming. She felt as though flames were inside her, She curled instinctively, feeling as though the heat was burning through her back, up through the shoulder blades. She hit the ground-Suddenly she was in a hot burning place, full of red sand and darkness.