Ahcirej cannot form words, she cannot beg, or plead, without form. Blood, fire, screams, screams that rip at her mind, shredding it. The image of fel flames searing away flesh, and muscle, burnt into her eyes. “You defied me to stop such agony upon one like Ahcire, now you will be the cause of it…” Don’t hurt my son, please don’t hurt my son, I’m sorry. Yet the words couldn’t be spoken, so Ahcire burned, and screamed. My fault, it’s my fault you’re being hurt, I’m sorry Ahcire, please, please believe me, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Still as before she couldn’t be heard, the breaking of her mind was slowly ripping her apart. The psychological bond holding her to Salkeen was broken and she was losing herself to grief. I hurt my son, my fault, I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t be a mother. Ahcirej hates herself, she is paralyzed, she cannot protect what is hers. As she watches him burn more of her essense vanishes.
Locked in a nightmarish memory loop, Ahcirej starts to fall apart. Both her unbound form and her Holy light being removed from existence. Yet amid the blood, the flames, the screams, and the knowledge that she was doing this to him. Is his voice, one that meant something to her, one that she had so blindly followed. “The fault is not yours! Ahcire still lives.” That was controdictary, that wasn’t what he said, he said he was being tortured because of her. Even if Salkeen stopped now, even if he somehow heard her silent pleas. He still hurt her son because of her, it was still her fault… “**The fault is not yours! Ahcire still lives, by your hand… Salkeen hissed. No! why was he now claiming it wasn’t her fault, why had he hurt him if not to make her pay. Ahcirej didn’t know what to think. Which version of Salkeen was speaking the truth. If it wasn’t her fault why had he tortured her son and forced her to watch, why burn such horrific images into her mind. They cannot be unseen, she cannot be unheard.
With the first words came others, the confusion forming tiny fractures in the hell she was locked in. "Your Lord is not known for making mistakes, this once you have seen a error in judgment and will…” Salkeen hissed. An error in judgement, he burnt and tortured Ahcire with his fel fire. He forced that vision upon her, now he was calling it an error in judgement. He should never have drug Ahcire into their dispute, never blamed her for him being burnt…
More words, what are words, if you cannot follow through? Is she to believe that he will not lose himself to his demon again. This time Ahcire was allowed to live, would he be so lucky next time? Plus Salkeen still tortured him to make her pay, it is the only reason she can see as to why he did it. Ahcirej doesn’t realize that her son wasn’t being tortured because of her transgressions. She was never told that the pain he was in was not to punish him, but to reward him.
The horrific Vision splits, Ahcirej is now looking a two scenes, reality is ripping at the vision forced upon her. Yet the reality is just as bad as the nightmare of a vision. All she could see was Salkeen a massive dragon, and flames. Where was her son? he said he still lived, was he okay, was he still being burned. Why was he no longer screaming? her mind was racing she needed him to be okay, she had to know he was okay. She looks around frantically trying to find him. He lied, he lied to her, if Ahcire lived where was he…
Salkeen watched as Ahcirej’s translucent eyes began to clear a little, only for them to take on a wild look, as her head start snapping in every direction. It took him less then a nano second to realize what was happening. With a swipe of his powerful claws, he tears a portion of the hellish flames away. Now that they no longer obscure her view, Ahcirej can see her son, he was okay, he was really O… Wait, was he carrying Jericha? she blinks, tilts her head one way then the other. the vision before her didn’t change. She’s going to kill you. it’s all that ahcirej can think as her son walks off carrying Jericha and Jaseiah. Jericha and Jaseiah who are both growing steadily weaker. As she watches him though his body starts to burn, shaking her head she temporarily banishes the vision.
She wanted to believe him, she wanted to believe in him, but the wound was fresh. She is weakened by what has transgressed. She slips back into the mechanical body that Dred had created for her. She didn’t possess the strength to make it move, but hopefully she could at least operate the voice functions. It takes her a few tries to connect properly then she speaks. “I do not know what think, or believe, Salkeen. You punished my son while blaming me for it, then you claimed it wasn’t my fault.” She stops speaking needing to gather energy before continueing. “You say that you will not let wrath borne resentment ever harm what is yours again, I want to believe what you say is real Salkeen.” once again she becomes silent, her voice weaker than it was when she started. “Yet I cannot look upon you without seeing you. When my vision falls upon you all I see is you, torturing, and Burning my son. When I look at him all I see is flames, all I hear are screams.” She continues her voice cracking and breaking with each word. “With your permission I would return to the Kiln, I need to think?” Salkeen can feel that there’s a bond there once more. He can also sense that it is as fragile as spun glass, so easily shattered. While she might not refer to him as her Lord at this time, she is still seeking his permission before she leaves, this means that she isn’t completely lost to him. With the creation of the delicate bond, both Ahcirej’s light and Jericha’s void stop dissipating. Silence descends upon the area as Ahcirej waits for Salkeen’s reply. She thinks back to her son carrying Jericha, and Jaseiah, there had been something different, yet familiar about him.