sorry i just picture isis onyx holding that ponytail in her fist (:

i spit out my tEA

       @womanholy   ||   memes

HE  KILLED  THE  UNSUB  –  THE  BOY  –   three  days  shy  of  his  twentieth  birthday .   he  wonders  what  his  jack  will  be  like  at  that  age ,   out  of  high  school  and  on  his  way  to  a  degree   ( if  he  has  anything  to  say  about  it ) ,   if  he  will  be  more  bookish  like  he  once  was ,   or  more  jovial  and  carefree  like  his  late  mother .   he  wonders  if  his  son  will  still  be  speaking  to  him ,   or  perhaps  they’ll  grow  apart .   he  hopes  not .   

       her  words  float  across  the  space  between  them . 

       he  wonders  if  his  son ,   too ,   will  die  before  his  time .

       the  unsub’s  name ,   after  all ,   was  jack .

       ❝ they’ve  already  started  the  investigation , ❞   he  begins ,   his  voice  low  and  filled  with  –  what ,   resignation ?   perhaps .   he  questions  himself  as  well ,   questions  his  choices  and  his  orders  which  culminated  in  the  unsub’s  death :   what  if  he’d  skipped  his  coffee  that  morning ;   what  if  he’d  walked  faster  down  the  corridor ;   what  if  he  hadn’t  stopped  to  chat  with  rossi  at  the  airport  terminal  –  scattered  moments  which  could’ve  been  better  spent ,   which  could’ve  altered  the  events  of  today .  

       ❝ strauss  believes  this  could’ve  ended  another  way .   maybe  she’s  right , ❞   he  continues ,   the  words  bitter  on  his  tongue  –  strauss  has  had  her  eyes  on  his  position  as  team  leader  for  years ,   not  for  herself ,   but  for  someone  else  better  suited  for  the  job . 

45. my muse commits murder to save yours

the murder of a god was not a feat easily performed, but it could be done. overtime, collects of spells were gathered, secrets spread from other gods among differing pantheons. it was an effective method to wipe out the competition. could they not just live harmoniously among one another? 

to bind a goddess, especially one of ammit’s caliber, took a powerful being. and to kill her? they must have known only what other deities of her pantheon could know. they had brought her forth through incantation and prayer and bound her to their plane with magic unlike anything ash had seen before. they were experienced practitioners, no doubt, but they hadn’t expected company.

their golden blade dipped in mud made from the sand in thebes raised, but instead of being met with the heart of the devouress, it was met by the celestial blade of the prince. ash had followed the call, having felt unease when she had received it. something had told him to go, to see what exactly she was summoned for. the thought of what would have happened if he hadn’t followed only fueled his battle against the masked being. 

metal on metal sung out as the pair fought before the bound goddess, ash standing between her and the one that wished to snuff out her flame. it was a close match, whomever hid behind the masked visage clearly experienced in both battle and whatever ritual this may have been. but, they were no match for the demon’s devotion to her. in a swift motion, the dagger was flung from the assailant’s hand; the silver blade crafted of holy armor plunged forth into the other’s chest before it was ripped out and swung through his neck. the masked head rolled to the floor before ash turned to ammit. he dragged the tip of the blade through the painted seal, feeling the rush of her powers back to her as it was broken.

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