Seorsia

The Air cracked, as Morrigan split the space between you, raging forth with mouth open, filled with fangs and a long salivating tongue, claws brandished ready to strip flesh from bone, and bone from body.

Embers flew like fireflies in the small basement, Lugh exploding from it's sheath with the screaming hiss of steel and the crackling roar of flame. You were hard a iron, unmoving, unwavering and yet... neither of you achieved your goals, attack - or defense.

Morrigan stood down, her claws sliding back into nails, flaming eyes dampening back to silver, overly muscled body relaxing back into it's lean origin.

Lugh sung as it's tip clinked against it's sheath of ancient leather and black steel, the flame quenched in its homely scabbard .

You looked at her then, and she looked at You and all was meaningless. You couldn't harm someone that you saw to be harmless, some one who could be a lover... someone who could be saved.

"What is this?" You questioned allowed.

Morrigan stared deeper into your eyes, you knew that in these moments, you were just as disarmed as she was, it was an equilibrium of change that made your stomach boil with the heat that lust and lust alone provides.

"I don't know. But it's strong." She pushed a hair from her soft face "You look like you're in pain." She said, you were sure if you could read her expression... everything about the way she looked at you was alluring.

"Poison. I think? Her blood, it tasted... wrong, it burns."

Her whole demeanor changed, she was suddenly incumbered by worry, it seemed to physically weighed on her as she moved in, stopping herself at the hem of your lip.

Both of your eyes twitched "Get... away." the words nearly stuck in your throat.

"It's peculiar innit?" She agreed. "I fookin hate your guts, but-- Sit down, I can help."

"Don't-- You're... The Morrigan, My enemy" You protested trying and failing to hammer that reality in; slipping away further and further with each look in her eyes, as her fingertips brushed your arm, but she took it gently and carefully, sending shivers down your spine and a hurricane of butterflies shimmering in your stomach.

"Yes, but not here, not now. Seorsia, call me... Seorsia"

You sat on one of the couches next to Mor-Next to Seorsia, she pricked her thumb with a fang and took your hand as she sucked her thumb, hissing the red between her red teeth.

"What are doing?" You were curious, this was a Superior in front of you, a being who had existed for aeons, holding the power of utter reckoning, with the renown of a goddess.

"I'm pissing my panties like a nun on the docks, what the fuck does it look like I'm doing. I'm Venom Mixing." She gargled and held her full cheeks, speaking as not to spill the mixture within.

Okay... a very dirty and foul-mouthed goddess.

"And how exactly does this help... ugh." The dizziness struck again, but you took a hold of it.

"Kiss me, and the poison will die." She said in a gargling tone.

You hesitated.

"If you don't then you will die."

"I've been doing a lot of that lately, I just never seem to stay gone for long."

Seorsia moved forward, invading your space quickly and quietly pressing her lips against yours, the sensation made you shimmer as she pushed the red into your maw, quickly she retreated, wiping them clean as you involuntarily swallowed.

Like a calming storm, the pain became subtle and you took a full breath of air, exhaling audibly with comfort.

She crossed her legs, resting elbow on knee and placing her head on her palm, looking up at you quietly.

There was quiet for a long while, the more minutes passed by the better you began to feel, more than better.

"You look a lot like your father you know." She eventually spilled.

"You knew him?" You perhaps missed a couple opportunities, but none concerning Roman.

She nodded "He was the first descendant outside of my family that I met. He wasn't kind but, he was understanding, thoughtful, His hair was Black, his eyes were gold like mine. His smile was grand beyond imagining. And I've only met one better versed in the art of battle."

"Remhilde." You assumed.

She frowned, "You." She whispered "You fight with thought, and rage, and tact, and chaos and intelligence. I hunger every day to face you head to head in the blood sprays, ash and heat of battle. But because whatever This Is, it appears I cannot."

"I'm hardly the best."

"That humility alone, makes you ten-score more powerful than 90 percent of the enemies I have faced in thousands of years."

You were still wrapped in an enigma "Why did you help me, if we are experiencing this strange kind of attraction for each other, that prevents us from killing one another, then why didn't you ambush me, use your delegates more effectively than you did before?"

Seorsia huffed, though no breath left her magenta lips "There is a custom, among the Tuatha Dé Danann, My people before I and my family fell from our purpose." Seorsia fiddled with her chest, stroking the space between pectoral and collar bone "We take moot with the enemy, and congregate in order to reach an understanding on why blood must be shed, it is an Omen of War; of which I have always been patron."

"But isn't there a limit? you meet your enemies, you eat, sleep and kill as you please. No man, no woman... No child, is safe?" You spoke the last one with the weight that crushed your heart the minute you'd learned why the Black Rabbit was the black rabbit; what happened to Talia.

Morrigan seemed to darken then "I have no-one, nothing. Because of your Aunt-"

"Because of Conquest!?" You growled.

Her eyes glowed with an unholy light "Because I had a family, once, I had a brother, more sisters than I could count on 50 hands... I had a mother once. They are all gone, I'm alone, and your Aunt Hilde struck off the smallest of hopes I could have had to preserve a dying breed, for what? for pride? for justice?"

You remained silent, eyes slowly shouldering with a crimson of your own, until the words finally spilt clear as day "For Talia, for my cousin, You murdered her. She was barely a toddler, and You left nothing but scraps, barely able to fit into a box. whether that was before or after Hilde crushed your linage is irrelevant... a defenseless child is where I draw the line, and Family is where all of the shackles of morality are broken."

She smacked her lips and glared off into nothing "I fookin despise your bloodline, kin or no, we've spilt each other's blood far before either of us were born, King Dracula, son of the dragon and Old Lugh, King of the Sun and Storm themselves fought one another; tooth and claw to prove which bore the right to wear the crown. Lugh did whatever he had to to, he was the Long arm, whose spear pierced the hearts of a thousand mortals in the name of the Whirling Gale... I must do the same now, as He is my ancestor, and Dracula is yours.

I have to do this, I have to destroy you all, even if every bone in my body begs me to spare you, to fuck you, to bare you children and live with you in bliss forever. I have. to do. this." She hissed standing sharply, ripping her eyes away and melting the unbreakable bond between you.

But you reached out, maybe out of desperation, tonight had been harder than you thought, because grasping her wrist, felt like a last hope to do something right "Please, whatever you're going to do, to start a war, or to get justice for your family. Don't do it, I beg of you, we have our connection, this weird thing it... it binds us, it could be the bridge to fixing the wedge between our families', Hilde has done you wrong, she's done so much wrong, but she can be redeemed, and so can you, if you just let me help you."

She turned and looked back with genuine pain and confusion in her eyes, but softly, the lids closed in a final way "Turns out there are limits." She whispered "when we next meet it will be as enemies."

You let her go and sat back "I hope not. I really do."

And when you looked up... Seorsia, Queen Morrigan of the Moores, was gone.