He was right, death was warm. Blazingly so, her entire body felt like it was burning up. She had been shocked when she had felt his Javelin pierce through her very being, just when she had felt she was going to escape him again. The fall had been long, dreadful, hearing her enemy fall with her from the side. When she had hit the ground, there was darkness for a mere moment before she'd sputtered out a harsh broken breath. Wildly opening her eyes in a struggle to feel as if she wasn't slipping away.
But she was, this was the end, she had known that. She had always been afraid of closing her eyes, for what might meet her at the end she was unsure of. It would take her back to the time that she had been overcome with darkness, that at times she wished she could have escaped. She had never managed to be free of the chains that held her, but with this last breath, she would finally feel it. For that, she cherished this moment. Even with having to leave those she cares about most.
At this moment, she flashed back to the things she'd learned the most. The people she cared for the most. They had taught her much, even if they did not think it always reached her, it certainly had. She would always hold the memories of these people with her. For they were what made her. And now she knew who she was, and she was more than the devil inside of her.
From Vivana, she had learned suffering. True deep, dark suffering. The kind of suffering that taught you years of experience in a single flash of realization. It was Vivana that would receive the very little objects she had left in her possession. A lasting letter one that spoke only of the support and love the two shared, along with the only thing that Merith had ever held with her. A small wooden bat.
From Cal, she had learned the true ideals of peace and emotion, to love those around you because change is a sudden and brutal thing. It was Cal that would carry with her the emotional pain of the final breaths of the woman. The final thoughts, the final courage. She would hold this pain forever to come, and though it would be a hard one to let go of, the Vampire knew she would learn from it.
From Rennyn, she had learned love. A powerful love beyond the reaches of anything she'd ever felt. A touch of fire blazing within her soul. It was Ren that would carry her last love with him, her last passion and feelings. It was he would hold her close as no one had ever held her. From the time they shared.
From Xilthruum, she had learned patience and longevity, preservation until the final extent. The idea of knowledge and trivial pursuit. It was Xilthruum who would carry her last conversation and goodbye. Her last ideals, and plans laid with him for him to carry on and learn from. Her trust and knowledge resting aside in his hands.
From Stanley and Wisterai, she had learned the art of compassion and friendship. The pure ideals of something so innocent that she could not always bare seeing it. It was them that would carry her happiness and joy, her willingness to save her friends and to shed the little love she had for them.
From Llomaro, she learned how to put on a show. The act of her life, how to be one without it truly being what she was on the inside. How to put on a marvelously good production. It was Llomaro who would carry her last hunt, her last dive at prey. He would hold this close to him, knowing she cared to see him live past his own expectations.
From Azeolla, she had learned how to lose. A trait that wasn't often one that sat well with her, one that she did not wish to remember. However, in these last moments, it was something that filled her mind. Good or bad. It was Azeolla who would carry her last grasp of true misunderstanding. Her true pain and devotion, knowing she could never be what he had hoped she would. Holding her last promise.
From Arwen, she had learned how to protect. How to cherish something that was not hers and could never be, but something that would cast aside all else simply to touch the well being of another. It was Arwen that carried with her the last of Merith's power, the last of her strength and ideas in the criminal world. She would make use of this strength in another new manner. For she was re-born, just like her Vampire counterpart.
But she was, this was the end, she had known that. She had always been afraid of closing her eyes, for what might meet her at the end she was unsure of. It would take her back to the time that she had been overcome with darkness, that at times she wished she could have escaped. She had never managed to be free of the chains that held her, but with this last breath, she would finally feel it. For that, she cherished this moment. Even with having to leave those she cares about most.
At this moment, she flashed back to the things she'd learned the most. The people she cared for the most. They had taught her much, even if they did not think it always reached her, it certainly had. She would always hold the memories of these people with her. For they were what made her. And now she knew who she was, and she was more than the devil inside of her.
From Vivana, she had learned suffering. True deep, dark suffering. The kind of suffering that taught you years of experience in a single flash of realization. It was Vivana that would receive the very little objects she had left in her possession. A lasting letter one that spoke only of the support and love the two shared, along with the only thing that Merith had ever held with her. A small wooden bat.
From Cal, she had learned the true ideals of peace and emotion, to love those around you because change is a sudden and brutal thing. It was Cal that would carry with her the emotional pain of the final breaths of the woman. The final thoughts, the final courage. She would hold this pain forever to come, and though it would be a hard one to let go of, the Vampire knew she would learn from it.
From Rennyn, she had learned love. A powerful love beyond the reaches of anything she'd ever felt. A touch of fire blazing within her soul. It was Ren that would carry her last love with him, her last passion and feelings. It was he would hold her close as no one had ever held her. From the time they shared.
From Xilthruum, she had learned patience and longevity, preservation until the final extent. The idea of knowledge and trivial pursuit. It was Xilthruum who would carry her last conversation and goodbye. Her last ideals, and plans laid with him for him to carry on and learn from. Her trust and knowledge resting aside in his hands.
From Stanley and Wisterai, she had learned the art of compassion and friendship. The pure ideals of something so innocent that she could not always bare seeing it. It was them that would carry her happiness and joy, her willingness to save her friends and to shed the little love she had for them.
From Llomaro, she learned how to put on a show. The act of her life, how to be one without it truly being what she was on the inside. How to put on a marvelously good production. It was Llomaro who would carry her last hunt, her last dive at prey. He would hold this close to him, knowing she cared to see him live past his own expectations.
From Azeolla, she had learned how to lose. A trait that wasn't often one that sat well with her, one that she did not wish to remember. However, in these last moments, it was something that filled her mind. Good or bad. It was Azeolla who would carry her last grasp of true misunderstanding. Her true pain and devotion, knowing she could never be what he had hoped she would. Holding her last promise.
From Arwen, she had learned how to protect. How to cherish something that was not hers and could never be, but something that would cast aside all else simply to touch the well being of another. It was Arwen that carried with her the last of Merith's power, the last of her strength and ideas in the criminal world. She would make use of this strength in another new manner. For she was re-born, just like her Vampire counterpart.
From Leufred, she had learned how to die. It was not a sad trait, more one of freedom and finality. He represented her freedom in this world. And here she was.
Finally Free.
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OOC: A little hastily written, I might fix it later but I wanted to put it out. Thank you to everyone who played a role in Merith's storyline. I really had a great time playing her and I wish the best to those who were affected by her actions and story.
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