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Darkness Becomes You
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G through L › Hellboy
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,891
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Darkness Becomes You
Prologue
Kellan waited patiently, down on one knee, her head bowed, for the Morrigan to acknowledge her. The Goddess of War might have summoned her but she was engaged in a heated discussion and it would be unwise to interrupt her. At that moment, silver eyes set in a face so beautiful that did nothing to hint at the violence that barely simmered beneath the calm veneer, glanced towards her.
“Child, you of all people know there is no reason to stand on ceremony with me,” the Goddess gently chided Kellan. “Stand and come, we have much to discuss,” the Morrigan stated, gesturing for her daughter to follow her. Once they were safely behind the closed doors of her mother’s private suite, Kellan spoke.
“Mother, with so much going on, I simply felt it was wiser to remind those decrepit fossils of who you are,” she said, smiling at the Goddess.
“Pfft,” snorted the Morrigan, a gesture no one would ever associate with the elegant and powerful being standing there, “those idiots think I don’t know what they are doing. They think I have no idea the rest of the Pantheon is up to. You would think they would have learned by now.” The Goddess sighed.
Kellan cocked her head and watched her mother intently. She could see the fatigue rolling out in waves from her mother and it worried her. Oh, she knew no one else could guess how were tired her mother was, because to show weakness at the court of the Pantheon was equivalent to signing your own death warrant, but it still worried her.
“Mother, are you sure you are well?” Kellan asked softly, walking over and taking her mother’s hand in her own. The Morrigan smiled softly. If it weren’t for Kellan, she would have truly been alone and she might have given up long ago. But no, for Kellan she would do anything, for her precious child.
Sadly, though, she would have to send her away but the Morrigan had seen the future and she knew it was the only way. The only way to ensure peace, the only way to ensure that both humans and the other races inhabiting the planet would survive and the only way to keep her daughter safe from the machinations of the rest of the Pantheon.
“Yes, darling, just a little tired. Kellan, I need you to do something for me,” the Goddess hesitated, making Kellan wonder. Her mother never hesitated, ever. “I need you to protect King Balor of the Elves. I need you to go to the Elven court and ensure that no harm befalls the King.”
Kellan looked at her mother, her eyes wide in surprise. “Mother? Since when do you interfere with the Elves? And especially King Balor, whom you love so much,” the sarcasm clear in her voice. The Morrigan waved her hand as if to cut her daughter off.
“The King may be weak and he might be a fool, having allowed the magical races of this world to fade practically into nothingness, but it is not he I seek to protect.”
Kellan watched her mother with curiosity.“Mother, you are not making any sense. If I didn’t know who you were, I would have thought you were losing your mind in your old age.”
The Morrigan snorted at her daughter’s impudence. Only Kellan would dare speak to her like that as everyone else feared her wrath too much to attempt any slight. But Kellan was fearless and her mother loved her for it. And, in all honesty, she enjoyed her daughter’s needling and sarcasm, as it made a refreshing change from simpering courtiers and minor gods who would prostrate themselves before her yet were ready to stab her in the back at a moment’s notice. As if it would do them any good.
“Kellan, darling, believe me that my brain cells are all intact,” the Goddess smiled at her daughter. “No, I have seen what might be and the only one who can bring peace and unite all races on this planet will destroy himself because he festers with anger and betrayal. He must be saved, but to do that his father must live…” Kellan’s widened in comprehension.
“Prince Nuada,” she breathed, having often heard of the prince throughout the years from her mother, who thought that he would make an excellent king. “But, doesn’t he hate the humans?” she asked.
“Yes, my child, unfortunately he does. And therein lies your second task. You must teach him to see beyond his hate, to understand the path he is on will destroy everyone and not just the humans he so despises.”
“Mother, you want me to teach him to set his anger aside?” Kellan laughed at the ludicrious idea. “Me?”
The Goddess rolled her eyes. It was true that her daughter was headstrong and had little patience for fools, but Nuada was no fool and she knew if anyone could convince Nuada to take a different path, then it was Kellan. She knew her daughter would not fear the elf and would stand up to him, which was something Nuada desperately needed.
“Darling, I know you can change him. I know you can show him another way,” she smiled.
“Mother, I am not going down there to babysit some King and then try and convince his son that he’s going about his revenge the wrong way. You forget I have watched him with you. He is an arrogant, condescending, stupid ass!” Kellan huffed. Her, on babysitting duty!
“Child, you are the only one who can do this and… I need you,” her mother sighed softly and Kellan’s eyes narrowed and she huffed. She knew exactly what her mother was doing. She never could say no when her mother looked at her like that. She peeled her lips back and snarled, her fangs clearly showing.
“Don’t you snarl at me, Kellan,” her mother warned.
“I’m not, I’m snarling at me for being so stupid that all it takes is three words to get me to do anything for you, even if I think it’s stupid. Fine, I’ll go.” Kellan grumbled, her anger under control.
The Morrigan watched her daughter, hiding her smile. They were so alike that at times she completely forgot who the father of her child had been. But moments like these reminded her of the vampire she still mourned to this day. He had been the only being she had ever loved and had been willing to share her immortality with but he had been taken from her. No, this was not the moment to dwell on matters better left in the past where they belonged. It had been a thousand years, after all.
“Kellan, there is one more thing. You must not reveal who or what you are and you must not reveal your purpose there.”
Kellan lifted an eyebrow, things were getting stranger and stranger by the second.“Alright, so what am I supposed to do? Pretend I’m the pizza delivery girl?” she asked sarcastically.
The Morrigan chuckled at her daughter’s humour. Kellan clearly had picked up a lot of mannerisms from spending time among the humans.
“No, darling. You will be a gift to the King. A human slave that was captured by the goblins and presented to the King as tribute,” The Morrigan smiled at her daughter’s outraged face.
“You want me to go in as a … a slave!” she nearly screeched. “Fat lot of good that will do since I won’t be able to get within five miles of the king.”
“Darling, I have faith in your ability to convince the King to keep you by his side,” her mother winked at her.
Kellan groaned and rubbed her eyes. “Fine mother, let’s get on with it.” This was going to be a long day.
Kellan waited patiently, down on one knee, her head bowed, for the Morrigan to acknowledge her. The Goddess of War might have summoned her but she was engaged in a heated discussion and it would be unwise to interrupt her. At that moment, silver eyes set in a face so beautiful that did nothing to hint at the violence that barely simmered beneath the calm veneer, glanced towards her.
“Child, you of all people know there is no reason to stand on ceremony with me,” the Goddess gently chided Kellan. “Stand and come, we have much to discuss,” the Morrigan stated, gesturing for her daughter to follow her. Once they were safely behind the closed doors of her mother’s private suite, Kellan spoke.
“Mother, with so much going on, I simply felt it was wiser to remind those decrepit fossils of who you are,” she said, smiling at the Goddess.
“Pfft,” snorted the Morrigan, a gesture no one would ever associate with the elegant and powerful being standing there, “those idiots think I don’t know what they are doing. They think I have no idea the rest of the Pantheon is up to. You would think they would have learned by now.” The Goddess sighed.
Kellan cocked her head and watched her mother intently. She could see the fatigue rolling out in waves from her mother and it worried her. Oh, she knew no one else could guess how were tired her mother was, because to show weakness at the court of the Pantheon was equivalent to signing your own death warrant, but it still worried her.
“Mother, are you sure you are well?” Kellan asked softly, walking over and taking her mother’s hand in her own. The Morrigan smiled softly. If it weren’t for Kellan, she would have truly been alone and she might have given up long ago. But no, for Kellan she would do anything, for her precious child.
Sadly, though, she would have to send her away but the Morrigan had seen the future and she knew it was the only way. The only way to ensure peace, the only way to ensure that both humans and the other races inhabiting the planet would survive and the only way to keep her daughter safe from the machinations of the rest of the Pantheon.
“Yes, darling, just a little tired. Kellan, I need you to do something for me,” the Goddess hesitated, making Kellan wonder. Her mother never hesitated, ever. “I need you to protect King Balor of the Elves. I need you to go to the Elven court and ensure that no harm befalls the King.”
Kellan looked at her mother, her eyes wide in surprise. “Mother? Since when do you interfere with the Elves? And especially King Balor, whom you love so much,” the sarcasm clear in her voice. The Morrigan waved her hand as if to cut her daughter off.
“The King may be weak and he might be a fool, having allowed the magical races of this world to fade practically into nothingness, but it is not he I seek to protect.”
Kellan watched her mother with curiosity.“Mother, you are not making any sense. If I didn’t know who you were, I would have thought you were losing your mind in your old age.”
The Morrigan snorted at her daughter’s impudence. Only Kellan would dare speak to her like that as everyone else feared her wrath too much to attempt any slight. But Kellan was fearless and her mother loved her for it. And, in all honesty, she enjoyed her daughter’s needling and sarcasm, as it made a refreshing change from simpering courtiers and minor gods who would prostrate themselves before her yet were ready to stab her in the back at a moment’s notice. As if it would do them any good.
“Kellan, darling, believe me that my brain cells are all intact,” the Goddess smiled at her daughter. “No, I have seen what might be and the only one who can bring peace and unite all races on this planet will destroy himself because he festers with anger and betrayal. He must be saved, but to do that his father must live…” Kellan’s widened in comprehension.
“Prince Nuada,” she breathed, having often heard of the prince throughout the years from her mother, who thought that he would make an excellent king. “But, doesn’t he hate the humans?” she asked.
“Yes, my child, unfortunately he does. And therein lies your second task. You must teach him to see beyond his hate, to understand the path he is on will destroy everyone and not just the humans he so despises.”
“Mother, you want me to teach him to set his anger aside?” Kellan laughed at the ludicrious idea. “Me?”
The Goddess rolled her eyes. It was true that her daughter was headstrong and had little patience for fools, but Nuada was no fool and she knew if anyone could convince Nuada to take a different path, then it was Kellan. She knew her daughter would not fear the elf and would stand up to him, which was something Nuada desperately needed.
“Darling, I know you can change him. I know you can show him another way,” she smiled.
“Mother, I am not going down there to babysit some King and then try and convince his son that he’s going about his revenge the wrong way. You forget I have watched him with you. He is an arrogant, condescending, stupid ass!” Kellan huffed. Her, on babysitting duty!
“Child, you are the only one who can do this and… I need you,” her mother sighed softly and Kellan’s eyes narrowed and she huffed. She knew exactly what her mother was doing. She never could say no when her mother looked at her like that. She peeled her lips back and snarled, her fangs clearly showing.
“Don’t you snarl at me, Kellan,” her mother warned.
“I’m not, I’m snarling at me for being so stupid that all it takes is three words to get me to do anything for you, even if I think it’s stupid. Fine, I’ll go.” Kellan grumbled, her anger under control.
The Morrigan watched her daughter, hiding her smile. They were so alike that at times she completely forgot who the father of her child had been. But moments like these reminded her of the vampire she still mourned to this day. He had been the only being she had ever loved and had been willing to share her immortality with but he had been taken from her. No, this was not the moment to dwell on matters better left in the past where they belonged. It had been a thousand years, after all.
“Kellan, there is one more thing. You must not reveal who or what you are and you must not reveal your purpose there.”
Kellan lifted an eyebrow, things were getting stranger and stranger by the second.“Alright, so what am I supposed to do? Pretend I’m the pizza delivery girl?” she asked sarcastically.
The Morrigan chuckled at her daughter’s humour. Kellan clearly had picked up a lot of mannerisms from spending time among the humans.
“No, darling. You will be a gift to the King. A human slave that was captured by the goblins and presented to the King as tribute,” The Morrigan smiled at her daughter’s outraged face.
“You want me to go in as a … a slave!” she nearly screeched. “Fat lot of good that will do since I won’t be able to get within five miles of the king.”
“Darling, I have faith in your ability to convince the King to keep you by his side,” her mother winked at her.
Kellan groaned and rubbed her eyes. “Fine mother, let’s get on with it.” This was going to be a long day.