[ Akua Sahelian -- The Diabolist -- in her younger form is violent, and cruel above all things. There is not that wide of a difference between Akua then and the woman she would become, and yet the difference is the weight of hundreds of thousands of souls. Of the weight of committing a grave act, and being punished for it. When the knot had become a noose, she could not quite tell, the space between then and now was blurry, and muddied by too many moments, too many small actions, that she doesn't know if she could have ever told when the Diabolist ceased to be, and Calamity would be born. At which point she would have been able to burst from the wreckage of her sins.
But without that sin, she does not know if she could have ever become the woman she was now.
With Amos on her younger self, Akua is safe enough to turn toward the devils. She has no Claim to take them, and no Bind to steal them. She must simply destroy the Walin-Falme, who are immune to fire, and shockingly hearty for being so small and numerous.
She let the ice creep from the mirrors to one, the one she bound to the ground, and watched as the crystals crept and finally encased the thing. It could not move within, and she then crushed it, with the creature inside, letting it fall to tiny pieces, shattered.
The other, she simply reached out with a weaving, and ripped, the prices fell to the ground.
And Akua, she turned to face the Diabolist, her head tipped, as the girl had already fell to the ground, but if Amos thought that she would not have a trick up her sleeve, he would be mistaken. Akua, after all, could not use her power to teleport, but Akua, the Diabolist, could. Here in this odd, odd place, Amos would find the ground opened up beneath them, and they fell through, only to find themselves careening from the ceiling of the very room, and Akua smiled at him, innocently.
She, after all, couldn't be killed, without taking the heart of her, could she? ]
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But without that sin, she does not know if she could have ever become the woman she was now.
With Amos on her younger self, Akua is safe enough to turn toward the devils. She has no Claim to take them, and no Bind to steal them. She must simply destroy the Walin-Falme, who are immune to fire, and shockingly hearty for being so small and numerous.
She let the ice creep from the mirrors to one, the one she bound to the ground, and watched as the crystals crept and finally encased the thing. It could not move within, and she then crushed it, with the creature inside, letting it fall to tiny pieces, shattered.
The other, she simply reached out with a weaving, and ripped, the prices fell to the ground.
And Akua, she turned to face the Diabolist, her head tipped, as the girl had already fell to the ground, but if Amos thought that she would not have a trick up her sleeve, he would be mistaken. Akua, after all, could not use her power to teleport, but Akua, the Diabolist, could. Here in this odd, odd place, Amos would find the ground opened up beneath them, and they fell through, only to find themselves careening from the ceiling of the very room, and Akua smiled at him, innocently.
She, after all, couldn't be killed, without taking the heart of her, could she? ]