The Inner Core Of Agness Dea

In which an attempt to reach her innermost self has the expected repercussions, much to Agness's dismay.

Back to the beginning, Agness thought, and so she knelt next to Anetta in the hills of Northshire, eyes closed, hands turned palms-up.

And nothing. Still.

"It should be there," Agness said, head falling forward slightly. She sighed and tucked a stray strand of hair back behind her ear. "It's always been there, even if–"

"Even if you were called to the other side of it?" Anetta put a gentle hand on Agness's shoulder. "Try again. Find your center, and draw strength through it."

Agness nodded and closed her eyes again, face tilting up toward the sun, palms up, hands open as if to reach for the Light. It was there, just out of reach, the smoky trails of shadow just the other side of the coin, and deep inside her core, her center, the innermost depths of her being, she could feel it–the spell that would channel her truest self…

There was an acrid smell of–of brimstone?–and a soft chuckle. "Couldn't resist, could you?"

Agness opened one eye, wincing already, and Anetta made a garbled choking noise. "Agness," she hissed, "there's a–"

"I know," Agness said, covering her face in one hand and waving the succubus away with the other. "I know. I know. I know."

Anetta sighed, and after a while, Agness looked up at her, wincing as she did. Anetta did not look amused.

"You've got more problems than I can help you with out here," Anetta said. "I think you're going to need to ask for help at the Cathedral."

Nov 16th, 2009
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