#hivemade

  In the face of terrible danger the Dark Hunter laughs, a certain mirth to the sound despite it being akin to the agony of a dying gasp. Zara eyes the Warlock before them. Stories of her prowess had not gone unnoticed, in the time were Darkness did not lace their bones. Fear is rightly placed towards Ikora Rey.

  “Perhaps~ It depends on whether or not you are willing to cooperate.”

‡ - Laine smiles when Elianna rests her head on her shoulder, moving to wrap an arm around her and give her a gentle squeeze, as if to reassure herself that she’s still there.  She lays her head against hers and sighs, closing her eyes and just soaking in her presence, the comforting feeling of her Light.

“I’ve been having nightmares,” she admits quietly.  “About the Red War.  We almost lost everything.  I could have lost you.  I just...I close my eyes and I see the City burning.  All that time we spent out in the wilds, just trying to survive another day...”

☼ - The Speaker sits in the study of his private quarters, going over Vanguard reports.  He draws a hand down over his face, sighing as he reads over yet another mission report.  Sleep is not something that comes easy to him, and with his daughter still out and about, he can’t go to sleep anyway, despite the late hour.

She’s wandered for long enough.  Perhaps he should go up and get her.

Something feels wrong though.  A creeping feeling of Darkness and danger.  Vadim sits up straighter, suddenly alert and looking around.  Confusion runs through him, then worry.  If he can sense something Dark this close...

And then he hears it.

A cry for help through the Light.  Zufash.  His daughter.  She’s screaming in pain and he can feel the burn of Darkness, far too close to her.  Trying to consume her.  Immediately he leaps to his feet, sprinting out of the room and towards the entrance to his quarters that leads up into Tower North.

His Ghost follows him, shaking as she tries to contact Zufash’s Ghost.  There’s no response except panic, and that frightens both Guardian and Ghost even more.  There’s no time to put on any armor - Vadim simply runs up the stairs into the Observatory, and out into Tower North.

He sees his daughter, collapsed on the ground, with something Dark hovering over her.  A creature of some kind.  He’ll worry about how it got into the Tower later.  For now he draws upon the Light, calling it to him, and it responds in kind, eager and almost angry at this attack on the person that means the most to him.

The Speaker is wreathed in solar Light, his expression morphed into a scowl and his eyes full of fury.  There’d been no time to put on any armor, nor the concealing mask.  The only thing he has is his Light.  And it is angry.

“Simple. Ghosts go boo and demons are the creepy-crawlies Emily traded her soul to for a brand new personality.”