Ouroboros
Description
History repeats itself. Unbeknownst to most it is a far more accurate saying than they can imagine.
As people live their lives and events unfold on their own, a silent unknown cycle repeats itself parallel to our own existence. A cycle that prevents a dreadful and terrifying being from gaining domain over our mortal plane as it once did.
At the centre of it all is The Door, a soul whose sole purpose is to release the terror upon us all while opposed to it is The Lock, its purpose to seal the The Door. With the sacrifice of the souls of The Lock and the seven Daughters of this dreadful being, sworn to forever prevent their mother from returning, their souls reincarnate again and again into different bodies postponing the doom and resetting the cycle.
The souls are forever destined to live short lives in an eternal loop, never allowing them to actualize a full life for themselves, never allowing love to fully bloom for long. It is an eternal struggle in which the future of the world hangs in the balance while the rest of humanity lives in blissful ignorance of the potential calamity.
Once again the cycle, and history, is set to repeat itself.
Prologue
Ethereal wind kept stirring the air, whipping the vortex into an ever growing ever larger frenzy, as it thrashed and threatened to throw the group off the pedestal. Far in the back a pack of worried, hopeful, determined eyes stared at the scene - their surroundings filled with the bodies of their enemies and the fallen brethren. They knew their mission, they were ready. All they had to wait for was to complete the seal and burn and destroy everything left over.
“Thank you! I hope we meet again in another life!” Irene, The Lock, shouted from the top of the pedestal at their group of bodyguards, their brother’s in arms.
A single spear rose into the air for a moment as an acknowledgement and greeting, before returning into a defensive stance ready for anything.
Hipponax adjusted his spear and eyed his haphazard group of compatriots from all across the Mediterranean sea, even beyond. They were the last few brothers in arms left alive after the hard fought battle to claim the temple and reseal the evil. Irene, the priestess of Artemis, had been right all along. It was her and the Daughter’s actions that had saved Ephesus and its temple from destruction. He knew it now. He would make sure to tell his sons to keep an eye for this evil and prevent its resurgence in another life. He would make sure that the kings of Ionia, Doria, Aeolia, Achaea, and farther would know this was beyond their own gods.
Another big surge of force emanated from the raised platform and the warriors stirred but held strong. The air was picking up in intensity and the gale was freezing. Ice crystals formed in a flash on any surface with moisture as the air dried with every dip in temperature.
The band of women shivered but held hands even tighter, continuing their chant. Every time they did this ritual the air was freezing. Death was a cold entity and tampering with souls invoked it’s realm into the natural world. The chant continued as The Lock stood in the centre over the all but lifeless body of The Door.
“The cycle repeats… and we will meet again,” barely a sound parted from the bleeding body of The Door on the ground, but Irene didn’t need to hear the words. She could read them.
“We’ll break the cycle, we’ll find a way so it will never repeat ever again!”
The Door didn’t reply as the last of his life essence was parting him and merely smiled at the impossible notion. Breaking the Cycle.
“And I will find you again the next time! I’ll always find you!”
Irene looked up to face the source of the shout that battled against the storm. Her love.
“I’m sorry we only got a few months together this time!” Irene shouted in reply, her voice barely carrying over the howling of the wind even though they were just a few metres apart.
“Next time, when we break the cycle, we will have a lifetime together!”
Irene took a step forward and pulled her in for one final kiss, their lips lingering just as the incantation was finished. Tears on their cheeks they pulled apart for the last time in this body, in this life. The wind was too strong for any sound, but Irene could read from her lips; I love you.
“Forever,” Irene whispered in silence before their beings from within were ripped from themselves, beginning the cycle anew.
Foreword
Hello readers.
This will be my second ongoing fic, another aufic/fantasy fic based in the modern world setting. This time our lovely ladies from Red Velvet and Twice will be taking us on a wonderful journey that takes us through foreign lands and foreign times.
I hope you all enjoy this little story and give it lots of love. And as always please leave any comments and questions and I will do my best to answer.
Cheers!
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