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FIC: By Degrees [Age of Ishtaria – Aksel / Knight (F) (Mature)]
Title: By Degrees
Fandom: Age of Ishtaria
Pairing: Aksel / Knight of Ishtaria (F)
Rating: Mature
Prompt: 004 – Twist [010 – Remainder]
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: The heroine you summon might be your undoing.
* * * *
The summoning had asked more of you, young Knight of Ishtaria, than any of the others you had attempted before, but it had produced a result that had surpassed all of your expectations. The heroine had introduced herself as Aksel, a strategist from a kingdom that had disappeared into the sands of prehistory before the keeping of any calendar. She made a strong impression upon you, then. Skin of ivory, hair of silver, a robe of star-filled night. Eyes of blood. That should have been your first warning, but you invited her into the ranks, ready to test her against the other Knights above you.
She proved herself immediately. Not only could she read the field in a blink of the eyes, but she possessed strong magic. Black magic, you came to realize, black enough to leave a bad taste in your mouth, and the other heroes serving you cautioned you about that, but you let her continue ... because she brought you victory. She improved your standing in the Union you served. And, in return, you handed her the Grimoires you earned. Because, as strong as she had been in the past, she had yet to return to that level, and she could do it ... if you only helped her on her way. And help her you did.
You became the leader of your Union. One by one, you passed your comrades. One by one, they ceded their ranks to you. One by one, they started to fear you. But you decided to interpret their fear as respect. In your eyes, they respected you ... because Aksel brought you victory, brought them victory. Your other heroes changed the way they acted around you, started looking at you like they did not trust you. But why did they not trust you? After all, you summoned them. You brought their spirits up from the nothingness, returned them to bodies that they could use, offered them purpose.
And Aksel started to pass her judgment upon them. You had made her strong, so strong that her eyes of blood became eyes of gold instead, full of the magic she had gleaned from the Grimoires. She asked for your heroes, one at a time. You no longer needed them, since you had her. You offered them to her, offered the magic inside them, your magic, and she drained each of them, returning them to nothingness, adding their strength to hers. Several of them looked surprised, but at least one of them merely looked ... sad. As if she had seen this before. Another warning that you ignored.
Aksel changed after she became your only heroine. In public, you controlled the Union, and your comrades had learned to obey you, but, in private, Aksel started to give the commands. At first, they seemed like suggestions, but they gradually started to become orders. And yet they did not seem unreasonable to you. She had guided you all the way to the top, after all. Why stop listening to her? Under her guidance, you could show every Knight of Ishtaria how best to serve the goddesses, could you not? She had transformed you from a novice into one of the best. You had trust in her.
No, not trust. Trust did not seem to be enough to capture how she had changed you. You loved her, and you told her so. She smiled, then – the only smile to cross her face since you first summoned her. She touched your face. Unthinking, you dropped to your knees before her. A smile of love? It seemed that way to you. But it was a smile of triumph. She took the cloak from your shoulders, the cloak of a Knight, and she draped it across herself. She told you ... that the Union belonged to her, now. She had already been talking to your comrades, and she only needed you to agree.
And agree you did, taking a seat on the steps leading up the chair that you once occupied, a chair that had become her throne. She had changed again, seeming less and less like a strategist. Her ears tapered into points. Her smile had fangs. Her eyes had a fire in them that looked like it could consume you. A pair of black wings spread from her back. And she wore your cloak like a prize. You had helped her become what she had once been. You had been foolish. But you did not feel foolish. You loved her, loved her enough to sit at her feet and follow every order she handed down to you.
You summoned the heroes she asked you to summon, beings more like her, demons that could only be called "heroes" in the sense that they inspired stories to be told to the next generation. One by one, your comrades fell under her spell, doing her bidding, turning the Union into her tool. But she loved only you, you and no one else. You did what she asked you to do, and she touched your face, stroked your hair, called you her Lady, and offered you one of those soft kisses that left you feeling a little ... less than you were before. But you did not mind. You already belonged to her, anyway.
In the eyes of others, she had twisted you into her puppet, but, as far as you were concerned, she had sculpted you, remade you, perfected you. She showed you her mirror, once, and it surprised you to hear her say that the face within – white, as if on the verge of death, the eyes hollow and devoid of color – belonged to you. A joke, you thought, it must have been. And you asked her to kiss you again, to make you forget the sight. She did, leaving you exhausted on the steps as she returned to her throne, resting her feet upon your back, seeming more bored than anything else.
Bored? Of ... you? You hoped not.
END.
Fandom: Age of Ishtaria
Pairing: Aksel / Knight of Ishtaria (F)
Rating: Mature
Prompt: 004 – Twist [010 – Remainder]
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: The heroine you summon might be your undoing.
* * * *
The summoning had asked more of you, young Knight of Ishtaria, than any of the others you had attempted before, but it had produced a result that had surpassed all of your expectations. The heroine had introduced herself as Aksel, a strategist from a kingdom that had disappeared into the sands of prehistory before the keeping of any calendar. She made a strong impression upon you, then. Skin of ivory, hair of silver, a robe of star-filled night. Eyes of blood. That should have been your first warning, but you invited her into the ranks, ready to test her against the other Knights above you.
She proved herself immediately. Not only could she read the field in a blink of the eyes, but she possessed strong magic. Black magic, you came to realize, black enough to leave a bad taste in your mouth, and the other heroes serving you cautioned you about that, but you let her continue ... because she brought you victory. She improved your standing in the Union you served. And, in return, you handed her the Grimoires you earned. Because, as strong as she had been in the past, she had yet to return to that level, and she could do it ... if you only helped her on her way. And help her you did.
You became the leader of your Union. One by one, you passed your comrades. One by one, they ceded their ranks to you. One by one, they started to fear you. But you decided to interpret their fear as respect. In your eyes, they respected you ... because Aksel brought you victory, brought them victory. Your other heroes changed the way they acted around you, started looking at you like they did not trust you. But why did they not trust you? After all, you summoned them. You brought their spirits up from the nothingness, returned them to bodies that they could use, offered them purpose.
And Aksel started to pass her judgment upon them. You had made her strong, so strong that her eyes of blood became eyes of gold instead, full of the magic she had gleaned from the Grimoires. She asked for your heroes, one at a time. You no longer needed them, since you had her. You offered them to her, offered the magic inside them, your magic, and she drained each of them, returning them to nothingness, adding their strength to hers. Several of them looked surprised, but at least one of them merely looked ... sad. As if she had seen this before. Another warning that you ignored.
Aksel changed after she became your only heroine. In public, you controlled the Union, and your comrades had learned to obey you, but, in private, Aksel started to give the commands. At first, they seemed like suggestions, but they gradually started to become orders. And yet they did not seem unreasonable to you. She had guided you all the way to the top, after all. Why stop listening to her? Under her guidance, you could show every Knight of Ishtaria how best to serve the goddesses, could you not? She had transformed you from a novice into one of the best. You had trust in her.
No, not trust. Trust did not seem to be enough to capture how she had changed you. You loved her, and you told her so. She smiled, then – the only smile to cross her face since you first summoned her. She touched your face. Unthinking, you dropped to your knees before her. A smile of love? It seemed that way to you. But it was a smile of triumph. She took the cloak from your shoulders, the cloak of a Knight, and she draped it across herself. She told you ... that the Union belonged to her, now. She had already been talking to your comrades, and she only needed you to agree.
And agree you did, taking a seat on the steps leading up the chair that you once occupied, a chair that had become her throne. She had changed again, seeming less and less like a strategist. Her ears tapered into points. Her smile had fangs. Her eyes had a fire in them that looked like it could consume you. A pair of black wings spread from her back. And she wore your cloak like a prize. You had helped her become what she had once been. You had been foolish. But you did not feel foolish. You loved her, loved her enough to sit at her feet and follow every order she handed down to you.
You summoned the heroes she asked you to summon, beings more like her, demons that could only be called "heroes" in the sense that they inspired stories to be told to the next generation. One by one, your comrades fell under her spell, doing her bidding, turning the Union into her tool. But she loved only you, you and no one else. You did what she asked you to do, and she touched your face, stroked your hair, called you her Lady, and offered you one of those soft kisses that left you feeling a little ... less than you were before. But you did not mind. You already belonged to her, anyway.
In the eyes of others, she had twisted you into her puppet, but, as far as you were concerned, she had sculpted you, remade you, perfected you. She showed you her mirror, once, and it surprised you to hear her say that the face within – white, as if on the verge of death, the eyes hollow and devoid of color – belonged to you. A joke, you thought, it must have been. And you asked her to kiss you again, to make you forget the sight. She did, leaving you exhausted on the steps as she returned to her throne, resting her feet upon your back, seeming more bored than anything else.
Bored? Of ... you? You hoped not.
END.