Osiris frowned at the description of the woman. "You would not be the first to see this woman. Quite a few have reported seeing her before," he replied thoughtfully as he helped her sit up, "I think that should be my line. I didn't come back from the dead just now. I'm glad you are alive, Farah." He squeezed her hand with a small smile and kissed her forehead.
Running a hand through her hair, he looked to her before thinking. "I think I should tell the other two. Can't keep them in their pity forever. That or they have already gone over to killing each other," he mused, finding the dynamic between his brother and Marnin amusing.
Hella looked to him, genuinely surprised. Did he really think that? It seemed crazy to her that he trusted her so much. "You are crazy," she mused softly, shaking her head lightly, "If it counts for something, you are the person I can trust most. If I ever had a problem, you would be the first person I go to." She squeezed his hand gently, not having a lot of strength yet.
"Is stabbed a word?" she asked before shrugging lightly, "I feel better, but my back still hurts a lot. Healer said no strenuous activities for a while. Also that you are a pain when someone you care for is hurt. Apparently you never left my side. Made it hard for her to do her work." The thought made her smile softly.
That anyone thought that highly of her made her flush slightly embarrassed. It seemed crazy. "You just want sex whenever you can," she teased lightly with a grin, "Well, then I guess I'd better complete the final few tasks." Seemed like a good place to start.
"There was a woman...she was so fair with red hair...I don't remember what she said..." Farah whispered before attempting to sit up. She felt awful not even able to sit up. Grasping his hand she gave a smile. "I'm glad you're here, Osiris..."
She loved both men in different ways, it ought to bother her, but in this case she thought she needed to. There was something important here. She gave an attempt at the smile.
"If any god tried to hurt you, I would hurt them. My loyalty is with you, and someday I hope you are to me," Forseti kept her hand. "I'm sorry. How are you feeling today?"
He gave a soft smile before nodding. "In a heartbeat I want you to be by my side, you are too worthy."
It wasn't even love or belief in her sister. It was a hard dynamic to explain. "I wouldn't call it love or belief. I know she was the one that tried to kill me. I never doubted it. It is more... the way you can't disobey the other gods. It's obligation. We have been through a lot together," Hella tried to explain, smiling softly at him taking her hand and she gave it a squeeze, "But I know she can't stay. You are angry with me." She could tell, even if he hid it.
Only now for the first time did Hella truly consider being an oracle. It seemed surreal. Slowly and careful, as to not irritate her back, she leaned against him. "And I would become your oracle?" she asked, the softest of smiles on her lips.
It was interesting. The place did not have the vibe of death. There was always a distinct way that the air and the room felt after death that he could identify as god of the underworld, but it wasn't here.
Slowly he stepped towards the bed, looking down at her. She didn't look dead, but the healer said she was. He didn't doubt the healer. When she spoke however, he was completely shocked. A small chuckle escaped him as he moved to sit on the bed and he took her hand. "I would say you are. You don't know how glad that makes me and the others," he told her softly and stroked her hand, "I will go inform them in a minute." He wanted a moment with her for himself.
"We cannot keep her here. There was one attempt on your life, if she remains, she will try again. I admire your love for your sister and belief in her but I will not lose you over that," Forseti took her hand. He could tell she was disappointed and that made him angry inside. He didn't show it. "Most here came from nothing and rose...you're no longer a slave, owe no one ties...if you chose you can be an oracle. "
It would be difficult for her but she had to trust him that it was better.
It was a strange place, she wasn't anywhere in particular but it was somewhere important. Farah did feel light, lighter than air. The woman talked but she wouldn't remember what was said. Instead she was asked to return if she so wished, but there was something important, that soon she would have to die, it'd save the men she loved.
Only contemplating for a moment she returned. Waking up slowly, she felt awful but the burning wasn't as bad. Sensing Osiris she groaned, "Osiris? Am I back?"
The healer coming out of the room made Set punch the wall in anger, frustration and grief. He didn't cry, but he damn well felt like he should. "I guess I should tell Marnin," he said slowly, not truly wanting to, but did.
Osiris simply nodded as he watched his brother leave, knowing he could not say anything to make it better. Instead he knew that he would soon see Farah again at the entrance to his realm. Slowly he stepped into the room, wondering if he could see her spirit lingering around or if she had already passed on. The dead were strange like that.
Hella knew he meant well and she did believe that he wanted what was best for her and everyone else, but at the same time she couldn't help but feel like some trust was lost. At least for her. "Very well, if you must, banish her. Not sure the title will matter considering we are nothing to begin with," she pointed out, her voice mostly flat.
There was a small smile at him kissing her forehead. "What you said back then? You want me to be your oracle?" she asked, both because she couldn't quite remember and because she wanted to avoid that topic. Not feeling too hungry anymore, she looked to the broth. She still didn't believe she could be an oracle.
Marnin seemed to calm down at this but only just. "I failed at protecting her...I promised our mother since our father died...i failed...I should get back...let me know if it gets worse, I want to be there."
While the men were gone she felt a drop, it was cold and she was numb.The healer was doing what he could, it was then that she saw the strange fair woman. He healer couldn't though.
She didn't know it then, but she let go, only to see that woman again.
"I'm sorry, I did what I could, she's passed away," the healer said leaving the room sadly.
"She cannot remain here to kill you or anyone else. In most cases she'd be punished with her life...I will have her banished without even a title," Forseti couldn't help but have his voice hard. "I'm sorry. She will try again until you are dead and i cant have that."
Kissing her forehead, he knew it would be hard, she thought she still needed loyalty to her sister. "Forgive me, I need to do what is best for everyone."
Asta naturally pretended to be shocked at the news of her sister's death, though secretly pleased with her work. She pretended to go about her day before deciding to slip off. There was no doubt in her mind that she had succeeded.
Hella knew Forseti wouldn't understand, but Asta was her sister and she cared for her, no matter how much she got on her nerves at times. She had sacrificed so much for her. Hella had fallen asleep before Forseti left, happy in the belief that he wouldn't harm her.
She had just woken up and the healer was helping her sit up to eat some broth, though it hurt painfully. When Forseti came in she gave a soft smile, that vanished at what he said. "I... imagined as much," she replied slowly as she looked to her food beside her, "I don't want her hurt." She said that last sentence with conviction, her gaze meeting his. She knew he wouldn't understand, but she didn't care.
Osiris could understand his anger. It was only natural. Set on the other hand could not. "I am the god of the underworld. Do you honestly think if there was anything I could do within my power that I wouldn't do it? Either of us," he inquired calmly, "You are right that we used her, but we also care about her
Set simply gave a growl at what he said, but at feeling Osiris' grip on his hand tighten slightly he did let go." Maybe, but it's too late now," he replied grimly and it was clear that this was effecting him more than he cared to admit.
Forseti frowned at the request, Asta had tried to kill her, and she was asking for amnesty. He gave a nod though. She wouldn't be allowed here and seen close again he would personally kill her. Once she was asleep,he laid out the trap telling Asta that Hella was died.
Seeing what he needed, he left returning back to Hella. "I don't know how to tell you, Asta tried to kill you."
"You made her your whore and she still loves you. My sister will remain loyal to the end," Marnin growled before looking to Osiris as well. "You are equally at fault for this using her as well. You are not my gods. Find a way to heal her."
Marnin was quite upset, naturally. "We were better off as we were for her to end up like this. Using her nature. Now, let me go."
Naturally, the two gods moved outside when Farah asked for privacy, though there was an icy silence between the two as they stood there. Neither of them was in the mood for talking.
When Marnin came out and made a move on Set he didn't hesitate to grab him by the collar and force him against the wall. "You seem so very sure of yourself. You sure you aren't just mad, because you couldn't protect her either. I at least was able to provide for her in a way you never were able to. Also she had the choice to follow me here. I never forced her," he growled, glaring at the brother.
Osiris stepped forward and placed a calm hand on his brother's that kept Marnin there. "I think what Set is trying to say is he is just as devastated as you are," he interpreted softly, though Set's eyes only blazed and didn't let go just yet.
Hella forced her eyes to open, which took a lot more effort than it should, and focus on Forseti when she heard those words. Did he really believe she was an oracle? "You mean that?" she whispered, wondering if perhaps she was delusional, though it didn't feel like that.
Hearing what he said, her eyes almost instantly drooped shut. It was unbelievably hard to keep them open. She gave a small nod, eager to sleep. Feeling the kiss, her lisp responded with the smallest motion as a small smile appeared on her face. "Don't hurt her," she muttered, there being a feeling he might, if he had the chance and she didn't want that. With those words she drifted off to sleep.
The tension between the two was thick, one didn't need to hear them argue to know that they had been arguing. Farah actually was honored over this- they were great men who cared about her. Looking to the two of them she gave a smile.
Asking for some privacy, it wasn't a long talk. Marnin walked out naturally upset before looking to Set. In a moment he moved to pounce on him. "You! You did this! Made my sister into your whore only to be almost killed by another one of your whores. God or not...you are the one who is responsible for this..."
"Yes, you are...you understand...she is here for false reasons...but not you," Forseti smoothed her hair. Kissing her head again softly, he paced anxiously. The healer was getting extremely annoyed with the gods presence.
"You need to rest, Hella...I'll make sure nothing happens to you, okay?" Kissing her softly. Perhaps she wouldn't make it, that thought actually hurt more deeply than he thought it would.
Hella could understand more what Forseti was saying, but it all sounded so distant under the influence of the pain. "I'm... no oracle," she whispered back, at least believing that in her heart as a few tears rolled down her cheeks, "It hurts..." She wanted it to stop. That darkness was so very tempting right now, but she stayed awake as much as she could.
The healers work was painful, but all she had the energy to do was give soft whimpers and groans. She slipped between darkness and consciousness. The words of the old woman saying something about critical next few hours pierced the fog slightly, but they made no sense to her.
When it was finally over she all she could do was give a shaking breath as she heard Forseti step up beside her again. A trembling, cold hand reached out to find his arm, not having the strength to hold it. "Don't leave...," she muttered, her eyes not even open.
The brothers were both worried and it led to more and more arguments as they didn't know how to handle this situation, though they never did in front of Farah. Osiris nodded at the request. "Of course. I will make sure of it," he assured her, running a hand through her hair. Somehow he was very calm in all this, but then again he was the god of the underworld. Death was what he was used to.
Set, on the other hand, was not willing to accept this and it naturally ended in many fights between the brothers. He had imprisoned the other woman and kept her locked up for the time being. Nodding, it was a simple thing to have her brother called, which he signaled one of the guards to do.
"Good, stay with me. You're a true woman and deserve to be here. Once it's time you'll be my Oracle and more," Forseti smoothed her hair before kissing her forehead. "You need to stay with me."
The healer shooed him away for a moment to clean the wounds before doing more. Forseti had an idea who had done this and he would find out. He would remain with her while she was awake.
To her it was not a lot of time. It was two days as she grew steadily worse, poison was acting quickly. After coughing out some of the water, she woke up to see both Osiris and Set there. "I'm glad you're here...please make sure my brother is taken care of."
She knew it was coming, she could feel it. "I'd like to see Marnin, please."
Set turned to her. Was she serious? She was on her death bed and she wanted to pardon the woman that did this? "I don't care what the reason is or lack there of. This is not something I will allow to stand," he told her firmly. He simply looked to her at those words, but didn't say anything.
Still, watching her roll to her side he almost thought she had died, but was relieved to see that she was sleeping. Moving beside her, he rubbed her back as he watched over her. Anything that she would touch would be inspected for poison.
Feeling him pick her up, Hella gave a groan, the motions making her back explode in pain. His words seemed muffled and she couldn't quite understand them. "I'm... here...," was all she could muster to say, though her consciousness was slipping fast. Still, it seemed important she stayed awake, at least to him.
By the time they had reached the healer she had faded again, which was probably for the better, considering the treatment would have been painful. The next time she came around the pain seemed less, but still there. "Forseti?" she whispered, her eyes not really open, though she hoped he was there.
"No, Set, I don't want her hurt. There must be a reason or something lesser. The women there...they have many different feelings. Its not easy doing what we do for you," Farah responded already feeling like she was going to throw up. "I had no idea you cared so much."
It did make her feel amazing. Giving a cough, she rolled to her side before feeling uneasy sleep come. She didn't mind if she died, she just wanted to see Osiris before that happened. She only hoped it'd be quick.
Wrapping the coat around her for the bleeding, he picked her up, starting down to the village. "Stay with me, Hella...you need to stay with me..." Forseti kissed her forehead. He couldn't bear to lose her.
The healer was available just then, took her, the old woman barked commands pointing at various bottles of medicine.
It was wonderful to see Forseti seem to grow so much into his duties. Naturally, Hella would never attribute that to her being by him, but it was good to see. There were even plans to go see the world together, which she was excited about.
By the time Forseti found her her back was a bloody mess with blood pooling on the ground around her, while her skin was almost a pale white. She had almost embraced the darkness. It would be so easy. Never have to worry about being discovered as a fraud and have Forseti find someone he could truly be with.
Still, somewhere in the distance she heard his voice, calling for her, and it woke the part inside her that desperately wanted to see with him more and be with him. While it did not seem long to her, it had probably been hours, if not days, in the real world when she finally slowly opened her eyes. Her entire back radiated pain as she gave the softest of sounds. All she was aware of so far was that she was lying on her stomach. Slowly, her eyes began to flutter open and the only person that she really wanted to see right now slipped from her mouth in a barely audible croak, "Forseti..."
Seeing Farah reach for his hand, Set took it with a worried look. It was terrible to see her in this shape and he wanted to do nothing more than to make her feel better. Suddenly all that proving he was better than his brother seemed useless.
Hearing what she said, he turned slightly to the door. "Guards. I want the new girl's chambers searched. If anything in the slightest is found, I will be making an example of her," he told them as he continued to gently stroke her hand, "Also bring a healer and everything to take care of her." He didn't trust anyone at this moment and taking care of her himself was the only solution.
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