Irania's Revival

[Konstantin K]

The tall shadow stood in the darkness in front of his precious artifact, The Mirror Of Chaos.
The inpredictable, the all possible, the unexplainable. Anything can happen.

He stands on an old dusty altar, but clean nevertheless, with no bones or blood, or other human sacrifices. This is not an altar of evil. Six stones are placed to every corner of the altar.

A large monument is at the head. From under the benches, from around the corners, out of the darkness of the walls - hundreds of eyes stare at the man in the middle. They are children. Sick, diseased, dirty.

Several hooded clerics run between the stones, checking their placement. When everything is ready, the man kneels down and puts two daggers on the floor before the monument. The medallion on his neck starts to glow pink weakly.

The man stands up. He is Konstantin.

Footsteps. A tall pale man dressed in black approaches and bows.

-Master.
-Did you acquire what is necessary?
-Here, i got this for you.

The tall man hands Konstantin a box with a few gold coins, a small bottle of blood, a piece of female hair, and a few personal belongings.

-Who was it?
-I do not know. It was young woman.
-Have you insured that she resurrected?
-Yes, she used the power of the Holy Cross.
-Good, thank you.

The tall man bows and goes. He walks into the standing mirror and disappears in it. Konstantin stays. He looks at the clerics around him - all dressed in black and hooded.

....

-Now the lesson is taught and learnt. One must lose for another to gain. It is their fault. Now another innocent child had seen the pain that we have to see every minute of our lives. But this will not last, since now the balance regains.

Konstantin comes to the altar. Dark smoke, blacker than blackness, starts clouding around the place.

Konstantin has a body of a young girl in his hands. He holds it with love and silent sorrow.

The pain of loss.

Konstantin made a single deal with Dark Powers to bring his beloved back.
He puts on six rings on his fingers. He takes out a bottle of the blood and mixes it with a night angel blossom flower, he adds gold powder and stirs the mixture. He puts the body on the altar, and the smoke gathers dense around it.

He pours the elexir into the lips embraced by death.

-I will bring you back!

Loud sound. Whispers. Flashes of blue light and the black shadows.
Scream. A scream of a newborn transforms into the sound of coughing up blood and dust.

Aaa-aa-agh...

A female scream. A steam of golden air exits her lungs. The black smoke lifts her up as she opens her eyes. Her skin is pale, her wound is healed.

Calm, cold, with no fear.

She is not undead. She is unalive. Her Spirit returns to her body. Not through the power of the Cross, but through a dark ritual.

A deal with Cherga? A deal with Moshran? How? Who? And when? Some things are yet left unsaid.

Irania reanimates and weakly lies down on the altar, on a dirty pillow filled with dry grass. She blinks. She starts to breathe with hesitation. He comes and takes her hand, he puts a wet cloth to her forehead. He smiles at her.

-Welcome back.

[Aristeaus]

Aristeaus walks through the street and senses a loss

[Irania]

Irania breaths slowly and darts her eyes about in confusion, afraid to make any movements. The taste of the air was unfamiliar and old causing her to panic for a moment. The feeling of dampness across her forehead startled her into attempting to touch her face, yet a hand grasped her own before she was able to.

"K?" Her eyes widened in utter bewilderment. "You are dead...I saw...."

Yet the feeling of his hand gave away that he was indeed alive, in a sense. The thought occured to her, "I am alive?" Irania closes her eyes for a second to gain some sense of reality. She was alive, Konstantin was alive....nothing seemed to be making any sense.