Lovers' Spat: Ferro Vida vs. Desiree Celion

The air of the once peaceful town was black with smoke and carried the putrid stench of death. The slaughter had ended hours ago but Felix remained there, unmoving since his fight with the village’s guardian. The man had called him there because a stranger prophesized that Ferro would destroy the town, and like a fool the Fallen hero followed the instructions that had been sent to him.

The battle only served to prove Felix’s newly formed philosophy: people don’t need protecting; they need to be culled and ruled. Even when they have the chance for peace they go out of their way in search of conflict. He wouldn’t allow that to happen any longer, though, and as he strode through the destruction he had wrought on the world, Ferro felt no pity or anguish. He felt nothing at all as he looked upon the charred and bloodied remains of a toddler. It was better to die young then grow up in a corrupt society.

It was only the power of his craving that shook the former hero from his melancholy. The beast was awake again and in need of sustenance, but in the remote remains of civilization that he was now standing over there was very little chance of finding a shot of morphine. Addiction can’t be reasoned with, though, and as the gnawing hunger grew Felix started off North in a bit of a rush. Had he been thinking clearly, he might have comprehended the significance of what he had just done; had he been thinking clearly, Felix might have realized that he was hurting more people than he knew.

The woman sat in her seat, with her hands steadily typing at the keyboard; as she smiled from finishing her paper, a new flash came on the TV. Someone had burned a rural town, there were no reports coming from inside the village, it’s self. Looking over at the very Lazy Sicily whom was sleeping on the couch; she knew waking her up would be an arduous task. She walked over to the closet; she looked through all her clothes. “Damn there is nothing I want to wear in here” taking a second look at Sicily’s uniform marked with an “S” She snagged it and placed it on. The suit fit her just right; it complimented her curves and stopped at a reasonable length. Opening the window, she took off in a burst of light towards the smoking village.

As she grew nearer the wind blew the thick smog in her face making her cough, she would have to make the majority of the trip by ground. As she walked through the village, the grotesque’s sites almost caused her to vomit.  She couldn’t fathom who would do something so terrible. She though she heard a scream, rushing towards a building that was burning, she saw the last moment efforts of an infant that had been set afire. Her heart sank as she was too late to save it. Her frustration and anger caused her to bellow out loud, the power from her voice caused her to bring the building down off its foundation.

Off in the distance, she felt a familiar heartbeat, but it was not the soft and gentle beat of a non -chalant person. This beat was fast and impulsive, almost dark in most ways. As Desiree came around a bend, she came face to face with her enemy, her own lover Felix. Tears were brought to her eyes; she knew he was the cause of this. She couldn’t sense the usual happy aura around him, Tears blinded her vision but she fought through them.

“Why would you do such a thing!!!!”

Her anger caused her Telekinesis to surge, knocking mounds of Debris towards him. She was enraged, with the power of her father and the Will of her Mother, she was determined to make him pay for his sins.

He could feel the heartbeat before he even saw its source. The familiar pulse, though quickened by rage and disgust, caused him to stop dead in his tracks. As the two lovers came face to face something that had nearly died inside of the Fallen hero was reawakened. All at once he felt absolutely mortified with what he had done, shame and horror washing over him. Caught up in the torrent of shattering emotion was a single gem that every ounce of good in his being clung to. In the weeks since the Light War and Ferro Vida's "death," Felix had witnessed the lowest dregs of society at their worst. Through it all, the only thing that kept him hopeful was what he felt for Desiree. She was the only person he had entrusted the secret of his survival with. He truly loved her, and in the instance that their eyes met the magnitude of his actions crashed down on him.

Desiree's words cut into him like a white hot blade. That moment of hesitation was enough for several chunks of stone and steel to collide with his body and send him spinning through the air like a rag doll. He didn't have enough energy left after his fight with the town guardian to break his fall by levitating. Felix arched his back and twisted his body, working to get his feet under him again. The broken pavement was rushing to meet him quickly; there was a soft cracking sound as he landed, his knees having absorbed not only his impact but his momentum as well. He grunted, forcing himself to stand up straight through the pang of pain in his legs. Felix tried to look at the woman he had grown to love, but he simply couldn't meet her gaze.

"Every single one of those people was guilty," Felix's voice started as a low growl, but slowly grew to a deafening crescendo. "They're all guilty of something, especially the people like us! We're a band-aid on cancer; we think that our stupid heroics make things better and promise false hope to the world as if we're actually making a difference! Well it's time we learned the truth, don't you think? This is the only thing that those monsters understand!" He shrieked the last sentence to the heavens and threw his arms out, gesturing at the destruction brought down by his own hand. Suddenly his eyes softened and his voice was little more than a meek whisper. It was the hero's turn to speak. "Please Des... Please... I won't fight you..." He was practically pleading for her to stop, to see that he had only done what he had for the greater good.

Her eyes cast its vision on him; He stood in an aristocratic manner, as the flames rose above his crown, the bellowing of buildings could be heard from afar. As she stood before him ready to fight for the side of righteousness; she saw a dark aura arouse from him, she wasn’t sure if she was seeing things or, what she was seeing was real, but now she was faced with a choice. She knew in her heart that she wanted to be with Felix, but her duty to her team told her otherwise.  Her thoughts were abstract, her demeanor not good, her eyes teary, she couldn’t help but let out a small whimper, that she wished didn’t escape her mouth.  The debris failed to affect him that was just a small part of Desiree’s powers; she didn’t know wheatear to attack with excessive force, or to try and talk things out.

Desiree had seen this Scenario, so many times, Anakin and Padme, he was a Powerful Jedi, she a former queen. Bobby brown and Whitney Houston, they were sort of kind of the same. However the realization that she fell in the exact thing that done her mother in; hit her like a stone.

Maya, Lopez, fell in love with Light Yagami, he was a minister of darkness while she was a beacon of light they had a fairly good relationship, but it turned her mother into a worry wart.  Her thoughts were synched when, his words caressed her ears.

hey're all guilty of something, especially the people like us! We're a band-aid on cancer; we think that our stupid heroics make things better and promise false hope to the world as if we're actually making a difference! Well it's time we learned the truth, don't you think? This is the only thing that those monsters understand!

“Ferro, you’re following a crowd that has a gilded sense of self Justice and self righteousness, you’re NOT thinking like yourself, What about your friends and family, What about Us. Please don’t do this to me Ferro There is a lot going on and I need you, as you?” She walked towards him and gave him a hug, kissing his chin looking him in his eyes, hoping she got her message across.