Bequeath [Part 2]
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Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Frankenstein curled around Rai's body, trembling as Rai's clothes stained with more blood, spreading out faster than he could stop it.
Contains: Major character death.
Notes: Tied to this fic and also probably influenced by qdeanna's comic here.
Inspired by sharingwritingprompt's 'A mortal witnesses the death of a god. While cradling the god as it dies, the mortal is washed in the god’s blood.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Family
Word count: 239
Total word count: 772
Status: Complete
Frankenstein curled around his Lord's body, trembling as Master's clothes stained with more blood, spreading out faster than he could stop it.
There was no stopping it this time, not when Master had taken off all his seals and Frankenstein had felt Master's agony as his body fell apart through their link.
Frankenstein's vision was wavering as tears collected in his eyes, Master's outline starting to blur and brighten. He could only hold his Lord's body as it disintegrated, turning into particles of light to fade in the wind.
Their link collapsed, leaving an empty space that Frankenstein had always been aware of all these centuries. That had always been there, filled with Master's presence.
Frankenstein lurched to his feet, turning to the ones who had made Master use up his life force, rage boiling to the surface as he lifted his hand to the sky. He gritted his teeth, power thrumming in him as he called Dark Spear to him.
He had one split second to know something was wrong. There was too much power. It was like there had been a dam (a seal) around him and now he had access to everything.
His hands burned where Master's blood lay and of course-! Frankenstein roared in grief as Master's power swelled up in him and wings ripped out from his back in the same instant Dark Spear crackled into his palm.
Frankenstein could hear the panicked cries of those bastards over the howling in his head baying for blood.
Well. Frankenstein flexed his wings, feeling their heft as power sung in his veins, ready to be called and used. He would gladly let Dark Spear have their fill of those who had killed Master.
Once he was finished with them.
Summary: Frankenstein curled around Rai's body, trembling as Rai's clothes stained with more blood, spreading out faster than he could stop it.
Contains: Major character death.
Notes: Tied to this fic and also probably influenced by qdeanna's comic here.
Inspired by sharingwritingprompt's 'A mortal witnesses the death of a god. While cradling the god as it dies, the mortal is washed in the god’s blood.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Family
Word count: 239
Total word count: 772
Status: Complete
Frankenstein curled around his Lord's body, trembling as Master's clothes stained with more blood, spreading out faster than he could stop it.
There was no stopping it this time, not when Master had taken off all his seals and Frankenstein had felt Master's agony as his body fell apart through their link.
Frankenstein's vision was wavering as tears collected in his eyes, Master's outline starting to blur and brighten. He could only hold his Lord's body as it disintegrated, turning into particles of light to fade in the wind.
Their link collapsed, leaving an empty space that Frankenstein had always been aware of all these centuries. That had always been there, filled with Master's presence.
Frankenstein lurched to his feet, turning to the ones who had made Master use up his life force, rage boiling to the surface as he lifted his hand to the sky. He gritted his teeth, power thrumming in him as he called Dark Spear to him.
He had one split second to know something was wrong. There was too much power. It was like there had been a dam (a seal) around him and now he had access to everything.
His hands burned where Master's blood lay and of course-! Frankenstein roared in grief as Master's power swelled up in him and wings ripped out from his back in the same instant Dark Spear crackled into his palm.
Frankenstein could hear the panicked cries of those bastards over the howling in his head baying for blood.
Well. Frankenstein flexed his wings, feeling their heft as power sung in his veins, ready to be called and used. He would gladly let Dark Spear have their fill of those who had killed Master.
Once he was finished with them.