#bloodfly

Bloodfly from Dishonored 2

They were pollinators once, Corvo remembers, before all this. The last bloodfly drifts from where it escaped its nest going up in flames, and settles onto a desk. He thinks back to when he was a boy, seeing them in the fig orchards in Bastillian, watching the creatures burrow inside the unripe fruits to begin that morbid transformation. One death, to create something beautiful. A single sacrifice.

He ponders the smouldering ash of the nest, paper-thin and finely molded, and wonders when they took to this aggressive new life. Did they not miss the sweet nectar? Did they only know killing, now? Their deaths were no longer meaningful, no longer resulted in a little treasure to be savored. Now they existed solely to populate, and they would take any host, willing or not, by force.

Of course, there was a new treasure to be found, by those brave enough (or paid enough) to risk stealing it from the creatures--the blood amber. Transparent like tinted glass, but without the impurities, and the more of it that became available, the more people were finding uses for it. But was it worth the human life they sustain themselves from? Was it worth someone slowly losing their mind in service to their singular purpose, just so some scientist might have a fine magnifying glass?

It is ultimately unsurprising, considering what she’s been through, that the former empress of the four isles would concede to violence. This empire is built upon the notion of “An Eye For An Eye”, after all.

- excerpt from “The Dunwall Courier”

High chaos print of Emily Kaldwin! I’m a low chaos baby myself, but sometimes you just gotta cut loose and draw some blood…

Inktober day 26!