Stamped by Nyx

Tension crackled in the air like electricity. Shadows danced on the walls in the dimly lit alley, hiding the faces of two figures who stood facing each other. One was Runa, one of the five heads of the Shadow World and a well-known woman who was known for her keen sense and ruthlessness. The other was Quil, her bitter rival who used to be her protégé.

It was easy to say that the years have turned their once-close relationship into nothingness – fueled by jealousy, anger, greed, and betrayal. Runa had taken Quil under her wing when he was a mere boy who was left on the streets for dead, and she taught him the tricks of the trade as she all but raised him to be her successor. As Quil’s ambitions grew, so did his desire to overthrow Runa and claim her title as his own.

Tonight was supposed to be the finale of Quil’s carefully laid plans. He had arranged a meeting with Runa under the guise of reconciliation, intending to strike when her guard was down. However, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind as the two stood face-to-face. Was he willing to end her, once and for all?

Runa had a feeling that Quil was planning something, which was why she agreed to meet with him. She loved chaos and had raised the boy to also love it, but even she knew that there were lines not to be crossed.

Sensing Quil’s hesitation, she smirked. “You’re not as tough as you think you are, kid.”

Quil clenched his fists, his resolve hardening. He could not afford to back down now, not after everything he had sacrificed to get to this point. The success of his plans all weighs on this very moment. In a swift motion, he threw his hands up, ready to send a blast of energy directed straight for her heart. His body thrummed with anticipation at the mere thought of ending Runa’s reign once and for all.

As he released the ball of energy, he saw the sheen of a shield that stood between the two. Quil’s heart shrank as he realized the extent of his mistake. He had been so wrapped up in his quest to overrule his former teacher that he forgot one of her most important teachings.

Never meet anybody without a way to protect yourself the moment you leave to meet them.

Quil quickly ducked out of the way as the ball of energy ricocheted back to him. He landed on the ground with a thud, and as he attempted to roll to get back on his feet, a cold force kept him down.

Runa slowly stalked towards Quil, like a cat stalking her prey. “You were always one to lead with emotions.” Her teeth flashed dangerously as she gave him a wicked smirk, “Did you honestly think you could betray me?”

“Betrayal?” He barked out a humorless laugh, “I like to think of it as a strategic realignment of rulers. But if you are feeling betrayed, maybe you should reevaluate your expectations of me.” Quil knew he would not be getting out of this situation unscathed, let alone alive. He had a feeling that these words were probably his last.

She knelt beside him and traced a long, sharp nail down the side of his face until she reached his chin and tightly grasped it, forcing him to look at her. “My expectations changed the moment you went against my teachings to ‘feel the thrill of life,’ as you so eloquently put it.”

“You are becoming weak!”

“Says the one who is unable to move from the filthy ground.”

Runa rose to her feet, leaving Quil still frozen to the ground. She stared at him for a moment, deep in thought. The young man struggled against the invisible force that held him down.

‘Me? Weak?’ Runa scoffed and shook her head. Watching him squirm reminded her of a beetle that got flipped on its back. It was pathetic.

“As a boy, you saw what I did to those who tried to go against me – question my strength and my standing.”

At her words, Quil’s struggles slowed to a stop. He was not just frozen to the ground; he was frozen in fear. He knew exactly what she did, and sometimes, he would help her with the retribution.

“You’re lucky that you’re just unable to move.” Her face contorted in anger, “I have moved literal mountains. I have ended lives with just a snap of my fingers. I make people and demons alike fear walking out of their doors and out of their caves! And you think that I am weak?“

The ground trembled beneath them, indicating that Runa was no longer playing. Quil’s words have been stuck in his throat since his snarky remark to his former teacher. In all his careful planning, he rarely stopped to think of what would happen if his plans were to fail. In his head, he always came out on top.

As the ground started to crack open, Quil knew that his fate was sealed. Inch by inch, the fissure grew bigger, and lost souls reached out for whatever they could grab. Their frantic arms were desperate and their wide mouths screeched at the thought of being fed. There was no amount of begging or pleading that could get him out of the hole he dug himself.

Runa watched as sad acceptance washed over Quil’s face. She allowed herself to shed a few tears when he closed his eyes, ready to be swallowed into the darkness. The boy who had once looked up to her, betrayed her trust and tried to kill her. She could have lived the rest of her immortal life being Quil’s rival if that was what he wanted, but he had crossed a line he could not go back over.

She held back a sob as the lost souls found his body and dragged him under. The fissure slowly sealed itself, leaving no mark or shred of evidence of what had just transpired. Quil would soon fade into the background of time, just as he faded from Runa’s sight. Nobody but her would remember him. A sharp ache that she had not felt in hundreds of years filled her chest as a final goodbye fell from her lips.