This was not the night that Olivia had in mind when Lady Love wanted someone to accompany her to the Royal Library.It was supposed to be a simple infiltration job; one that her unassuming stature would no doubt help in posing as Lady Love's aide. While she knew that being a Prime held some form of status in terms of being granted access to some parts of the palace. She didn't expect Lady Love to go straight towards the supposed restricted section of the library once they found themselves inside the gigantic tower. From there, it was easy to spot just where the supposed plans for the whole city and the whole palace was. Bundled in with the rest of the city plans, Love quickly showed them to her as they unassumingly took an empty table for themselves; memorizing, and in some places, scribbling down whatever important information that they needed for her sister and her partner's plan to work. After which, t
In basic physics, I know for a fact that oxygen is required for combustion to occur. The exchange of hydrogen, carbon, and oxygen ions exude a fuck-ton amount of energy, and thus, heat and fire burst forth with the resulting compounds being carbon dioxide, and water of all things.Well, at least I think that's how the stoichiometry is supposed to work for combustion.In any case, the lack of oxygen in the air would result in a complete cessation of the chemical reaction that enables fire. It was essentially common knowledge for anyone smart enough to go through high school. So what happens when living, breathing organisms get stuck with a roaring flame in an enclosed space with limited or poor ventilation?We suffocate. That was simply the end all be all for anyone trapped in a building fire as big as this one. There was a reason the fire departmen
Closing my eyes for the final time, I felt myself hit the ground with a staggering thud. Although, my body felt like I was still floating in the air; held up by someone, or something, by the back and knees all bridal style-like.Huh...This was different. It wasn't the old black void of darkness floating in space kind of afterlife. Granted, I wasn't opening my eyes yet, and I could still somehow feel the cold wind smacking on my face. Maybe this was hell? It would explain the chilling temperatures, at least.I felt my body being moved somewhere again, the sound of... grass? crunching underneath me as I felt myself being lowered down to what I could only assume to be the ground. Wait..."Y.. c.n't ..e ..t, D..r..."A mumbled sentence. Someone speaking above me, perhaps? I felt the arrow in my
Fuck me..."You survived. Quite hardy for a worm."While I didn't expect for the situation to be at all good, I at least hoped that we still had a fighting chance at getting out of this hellscape alive.The fact that Love and Livia were sprawled out across the ground covered in papers was not the sight that I wanted to see the moment I had finally managed to finish my climb back up here.Shit... Now, what do I do about this?"As you can see, your companions have fallen," the lord of the flames conveniently pointed towards my allies' bodies, completely uncaring about the state of absolute ruin that the library has now become. "I know not where the other intruder went, but they'll be dealt with shortly after I'm done with you, worm."I raised an eyebrow at that sta
My feet moved with a sense of desperate purpose as I made a beeline for Livia's location. It didn't matter to me that I was running towards a literal deathtrap. All that mattered was that I did something to at least make the visions go away.*FWOOSH! FWOOSH!*The sound of fireballs materializing into thin air boomed in my ears as my eyes picked up on even the most granular of details. The way the flames coalesced in his palm, the tongues of fire rippling across the two suns' surface, the way the Prime hid the smug sense of satisfaction from his face as he stared at me like I was some sort of fool...It was all clear to me.Following his eyesight, I avoided the first attack by briefly flitting towards the nearest available cover; the fireball exploding on contact with the charred wood as I resumed my mad dash towards my
"What's taking them so long?"In the middle of the town hall, Lace paced back and forth across her main office as she let her nerves and anxiety take root. While being the leader of the medical corps was usually a nerve-wracking experience with the constant fight against life and death, nothing could ever compare to the burning dread of not knowing just what happened to the people that you care about. Not that she was worried, of course, but the fact that she had heard nothing from them for this long was starting to make her think that something did go horribly wrong. The last missive her sister sent her was also doing nothing to alleviate the growing fears.The Emperor had apparently laid down an ultimatum on the Prime Thirteen to wipe them all out before the month was over. While she knew that Love wouldn't really care, and would actually defect come the time of the attack,
Olivia was never one to hold a grudge.Granted, she never once had an experience that could warrant such a thing to manifest, but as a child, she never expected herself to be able to harbor such an intense amount of hatred for any object or person without growing tired of it. It was simply too boring to hate something for anything longer than a few days. Maybe even a week if it really warranted such hatred. And throughout her stay in the orphanage, Olivia was content in simply following whatever her betters had told her to do. They were nice people, and the older kids played with her a bunch whenever she wanted.That was, of course, until she was drafted as a Denominator.She didn't even know what the word meant, only that she would be in service of the Empire for the foreseeable future. Taken away from her home and her friends, it was during that
The world between the living and the dead had always been some sort of myth to me. Until I actually died the first time and saw that endless expanse of darkness and non-space, I always thought that nothing was waiting for humanity after we've perished from our own scientific hubris and lack of fucks for the future generation. I mean, sure, I was born and raised in a religious family complete with spending a lot of hours being a regular choir member, but despite the constant preachings and hours upon hours of sitting through sermons, the conflicting ideas in the scriptures were simply far too glaring for me to ignore to the point that I was essentially agnostic in all but name. It was kind of scary, having the vast majority of your family and immediate social circle be religious. The moment they realized that I wasn't really a believer anymore, I was pretty sure that they'd ship me to the nearest minister to give me a good talking to.