Orion approaches feeling a little off in this form, he was more powerful in it, and sadly that was going to be needed. He speeds up time around himself, to more swiftly get to when and where he is needed. He sees her on the beach quickly eroding away. He doesn’t have much time, Izzabelle is wasting away faster than she should be. Which meant she was choosing death, she was so broken that she saw that as her only means of ending the pain, and emptiness. Orion however knew she was needed, even if she did not. However he would not reverse the damage done or reactivity the magic on her body unless somethings were first taken care of. There was no sense in him saving her, if she was simply going to suicide. Orion had been inside of Izzabelle’s mind, he knew that if things remained as they were, he would let her die.
Bending down he easily lifts what remains of her body. She is much to light for her own good, and rapidly corroding. “I’m sorry I know you are hurting, that you feel empty, alone, and that you are sure that no one cares.” As he speaks he slows time on Izzabelle’s body, he cannot stop it but for now he has time to get her to the place where she might still be saved. “I can assure you that people do care, and that you are more important than you think. Still you won’t believe that, a broken mind, and soul, cannot easily believe the words of others. Especially the words of those, who hurt you so badly. I will promise you this, should the two choose not dissolve that foolish contract, and you still choose death.”
Orion took notice of the Orc moving silently through the trees. Did he think he wouldn’t be noticed, Orion wasn’t some measly mortal out for a stroll with a corroding corpse. Nor would he allow him anywhere near Izzabelle in the state she was in. With a nod of his head, Orion slows time down on the Orc so that he would now be moving as fast as, cold molasses going uphill in the dead of winter. As he slows time on the would be Assassin, he speaks into his mind. Tell whoever sent you, that you will not claim your prize this time. Tell him that there might be a day she returns to him, but it will not be this day. Orion speeds up time around himself and Izzabelle there wasn’t much time left, and he wasn’t talking about Izzabelle. The binding keeping his charge locked to mortal form were snapping, he needed to get back to her. But first he had to get Izzabelle to that place. He nearly reaches the portal when
Orion scowls as the fel fire heats up his left side as it blasts past him. He did not have time to deal with this, he turn ready to blast whoever is demanding answers…and stops before firing a tiny beam of light at Sericon, one that will only strike him. It wouldn’t matter who tried to intercept it, it was meant for Sericon alone. When it struck Sericon would feel no different, it would feel no different that having someone shine a small light on him. “Only those baring the Mark May enter through this portal. You wish to save Izzabelle then follow me. I will explain what I can once we are inside, neither of them have much time.”
With that both Orion and Izzabelle step through the portal, as they move through it. Izzabelle’s presence completely vanishes, as they exit the other side. They are in a room one that seems to go on forever. Within this room are trillions of doors, gateways, portals, etc… every inch of space lacking a door is covered in clocks and other time devices. Above them in the sky is a clock so large that it would darken all of Azeroth in its shadow. He hears a startled Yelp and places Izzabelle on her feet. Having just recently experienced many deaths she falls onto her behind, and scoots backwards away from him. “Sorry but time is short, you cannot leave this place Izzabelle, none of the doors will work for you. I know you seek death but please listen to what others say Izzabelle… you are very important.”
“You lie Orion, they all lie, Sericon is the only one that hasn’t. Salkeen ripped my soul to shreds leaving gaping hole before setting it ablaze. Then he decides I’m worthless and signs a contract to give me to his mind manipulating Master.” Izzabelle screams as she stumbles to her feet and runs to the nearest door. “Jericha who I literally died for and devoted myself to for decades just let it happen.” She twists the knob and pulls, nothing happens. She weeps and pulls harder, beating her fists against the unrelenting wood, before stumbling to the next door. “I thought foolishly that I could perhaps trust Master Isaik… but that Contract destroyed all of that, it shows that he cannot be trusted to keep his word, that he will destroy my mind like he did Maleok’s, I cannot and will not let this happen. Smuggs lost my trust when he attacked Sericon.” She reaches the second door, like the previous one it doesn’t budge. Tears of rage and frustration fall from her eyes as she beats against the door for all she is worth. Before dropping to her knees… “You lost my trust when you dubbed me a traitor, Varicar when he attacked me, because he believed you… without giving me the option…” Izzabelle stops speaking for Orion had just vanished,
Pulling herself back to her feet, she notices for the first time she is whole. Her body was back to the way it was before Jericha came to speak with her, in her ghostlands estates. A time when she still trusted, before her body, and soul were destroyed. She knows it is only the magic of this place making this possible… she stands alone before muttering. “Sericon I’m sorry.”