03-06-2018, 11:01 PM
Hecate's eyes opened, she felt better, even the wounds on her body were already healing. She was still nestled in her own little fortress of solitude. She had no clue of how long she had been asleep for , but it was clearly longer than she wanted. Her stomach grumbled, void of all food. Aside from the gnawing pains of hunger there was something else, an unmistakable urge. An urge to play chess.
scooting the large plush chair closer to the massive chess set Hecate picked up the knight peice resembling herself. She examined the intricate stonework once more before setting the black peice down and moving it . Without a thought her right hand moved of its own accord and slid one of the red stone peices, a pawn to spaces forward. The game was on.
The number of pieces taken grew and grew though each time the sacrifice was nessesary for the end game. The game dragged on for hours, each piece masterfully moved until only six pieces remained.ooked on at the board, somehow she was on the ropes, her resemblance of a knight was pushed up pinning the red rook, but otherwise she was down to a pawn and her own king. Her dark side whome she had been playing against if only subcounsiously still had her queen king and a single rook. This was not a desirable set up for the real Hecate, in fact in all her years of playing she had never won a match with only a knight and a pawn.
Still as she looked on at the red queen, covered in blood just sitting on the throne she couldent help but want to beat her. Inching her pawn forward she tasted defeat as the red rook sacrificed itself to take it. This left only a knight and a king versus a queen and a king.
Hecate hoverd her fingertip over her king before toppling it over reluctantly. She had lost to herself but still she had out up a somewhat valient fight in the prossess.
The sound of creaking behind her drew her attention to the young man who had been standing in the atrium when she awoke from whatever lapse of awareness she had underwent. The man's strange hat was tipped forward covering his eyes from veiw.Despite him standing perfectly still it was easy to see that the man was pained, his wounds from his fight with Warren clearly had not healed as fast as those she sustained from her fight with Cirno. Blood caked his clothing where warren's spear and blades had bit flesh. The sight of the state of his appearance irked Hecate, her compulsiveness to keep all things clean was returning at the sight of the man.
"What do you want? She asked the boy, who she still did not know his name. Her voice was far more stern than she had intended, but given how things had transpired in the first few weeks of being in the Omniverse, she didnt really have much faith in anyone being good or kind hearted.
"And clean yourself up." She said with a great deal of irritation in her voice. She stood up groaning as she did, even with her wounds closing up she still felt like she had fallen off a cliff, her broken rib mainly drew the majority of her pain. "Follow me boy" she said as she limped herway towards the hidden pathway to the bath house.
The man said nothing, keeping his eyes shielded from her gaze, a great reluctance followed as he slowly followed her silently. his mind focused soley on the fact that this version of his waifu was in charge at the moment, and not his dear Hecate sama.
The bath house was the same way she had left it, hot and clean.
The boy seemd either lost or embarassed to undress in front of the witch, either case Hecate didnt care. Despite his aid during the fight and him staying in the castle, there was still a strong feeling of unease.
"Well what are you waiting for? Nothing helps heal a wounded body and mind like a hot bath." Hecate explained as she turned away and began heading up the stone steps leading back to the library. Her cold disposition was not that of her dark side , yet there was an unmistakable coldness to her lack of words.
Looking on at her as she went back up the stais alone xxYandere♥loverxx said nothing as the witch clad in white disipeared.
scooting the large plush chair closer to the massive chess set Hecate picked up the knight peice resembling herself. She examined the intricate stonework once more before setting the black peice down and moving it . Without a thought her right hand moved of its own accord and slid one of the red stone peices, a pawn to spaces forward. The game was on.
The number of pieces taken grew and grew though each time the sacrifice was nessesary for the end game. The game dragged on for hours, each piece masterfully moved until only six pieces remained.ooked on at the board, somehow she was on the ropes, her resemblance of a knight was pushed up pinning the red rook, but otherwise she was down to a pawn and her own king. Her dark side whome she had been playing against if only subcounsiously still had her queen king and a single rook. This was not a desirable set up for the real Hecate, in fact in all her years of playing she had never won a match with only a knight and a pawn.
Still as she looked on at the red queen, covered in blood just sitting on the throne she couldent help but want to beat her. Inching her pawn forward she tasted defeat as the red rook sacrificed itself to take it. This left only a knight and a king versus a queen and a king.
Hecate hoverd her fingertip over her king before toppling it over reluctantly. She had lost to herself but still she had out up a somewhat valient fight in the prossess.
The sound of creaking behind her drew her attention to the young man who had been standing in the atrium when she awoke from whatever lapse of awareness she had underwent. The man's strange hat was tipped forward covering his eyes from veiw.Despite him standing perfectly still it was easy to see that the man was pained, his wounds from his fight with Warren clearly had not healed as fast as those she sustained from her fight with Cirno. Blood caked his clothing where warren's spear and blades had bit flesh. The sight of the state of his appearance irked Hecate, her compulsiveness to keep all things clean was returning at the sight of the man.
"What do you want? She asked the boy, who she still did not know his name. Her voice was far more stern than she had intended, but given how things had transpired in the first few weeks of being in the Omniverse, she didnt really have much faith in anyone being good or kind hearted.
"And clean yourself up." She said with a great deal of irritation in her voice. She stood up groaning as she did, even with her wounds closing up she still felt like she had fallen off a cliff, her broken rib mainly drew the majority of her pain. "Follow me boy" she said as she limped herway towards the hidden pathway to the bath house.
The man said nothing, keeping his eyes shielded from her gaze, a great reluctance followed as he slowly followed her silently. his mind focused soley on the fact that this version of his waifu was in charge at the moment, and not his dear Hecate sama.
The bath house was the same way she had left it, hot and clean.
The boy seemd either lost or embarassed to undress in front of the witch, either case Hecate didnt care. Despite his aid during the fight and him staying in the castle, there was still a strong feeling of unease.
"Well what are you waiting for? Nothing helps heal a wounded body and mind like a hot bath." Hecate explained as she turned away and began heading up the stone steps leading back to the library. Her cold disposition was not that of her dark side , yet there was an unmistakable coldness to her lack of words.
Looking on at her as she went back up the stais alone xxYandere♥loverxx said nothing as the witch clad in white disipeared.