"Sometimes we do things others don't understand. Other times -we- don't even know why we do the things we do."
The walking contradiction. That's what they'd all called her. The angel woman who was a demon queen….
“Your sacrifice of your life to the other will not go without appreciate” ~ Amire
And so the angel fell from grace, far from her wake, into the eternal slumber that was the King of the Dead's feared grip.
"'Souls that live for a day, now is the beginning of another cycle of mortal generation where birth is the beacon of death." ~ Lloth
And Lolth with the touch of her right hand helped to turn the outer circumference of the spindle, pausing from time to time.
"Something has to be done, someone of pure heart as Topie, someone that asks not of anyone yet gives herself. You are love. You are what means to be loved, yet you allow her to die dismissing her love that she feels for you. Something must be done! Something. Her life can not end like this."
Leaning downward he lifts her fallen form and cradles her body close to his own, feeling the coldness of death touch upon his bare flesh.
"Why have such as her do a deed for someone as me? Why would she? How could she? The man was right...I’m Not worth Life." ~ Professor
He begins gently to engrave into the blade, but only 3 words are noticeable. The word "SIS" is carved. Sis. Yes. The Sis is the Meaning of Sister. Utopia was Professors Sister. In Memory of Topia.
"Take me instead." ~ Stoner
They say the first stage of grieving is denial. No, this can't be happening. No, why her? No, no, a thousand times no. No one was innocent. But he didn't give his heart away every day. She had had it, if in a limited fashion. He had loved her.
"I follow my God. He is the hand who chooses my fate." ~ Ultio
She was More than a friend to him though, a Companion, a Shoulder to Lean on, A Temptation, A Tease
"I am that God." ~ Mortichi
Mortichi had known what Orisus had been doing, if he was able, he would have done so himself. Ah the chaos and havoc that would be harvested from such an act.
"I don't understand. Why? Why did she have to die?" ~ Eliza Tyree
She looked as if she were drowning; gasping for each precious breath as the pain in her heart and soul stabbed away at her
"Send word to the rest of the horde that on this day, war is ended. For one week no one is to take offensive action toward any of the temples of the gods. No one is to do anything but mourn." ~ Brok Redman
The period of blackness in Hades had started. The Baal'Rog turned and walked silently from the room toward his inner sanctum. From his eyes rolled something not seen from the monster by any living creature.
"Tell Crimson.. Utopia is looking for her body. For the rightful owner wants it back." ~ Nemico Mortale
There would be no mourning, for he was faced with turmoil and a world of pain. No tears, for his eyes could not create such a thing. They had been drained from his body, his person. Yet, he had already begun to miss his love.
"Daughter of Fate -
Utopia gave of herself for one she called brother.
You seek answers you hold already within you, within your own heart.
Would you not also sacrifice yourself for one you call family?
In your grief, Dearest Lizee, do not let your anger make her sacrifice seem for naught." ~ The Birth Mother
A balance had been struck, one life taken so one would be gained. While not perfect it was a gift of life freely given from the one known as Utopia.
Donovan’s eyes squeezed shut, tears finding their way down his face as his mind tore at itself in a black mealstrom, a storm in his small mind. As his tears fell to the earth at his feet they discharged electricity in sparking flashes, the gifts of Gaea, the proof his mother had not left him nothing in her wake.
"Orisus.. I come to you with a boon. Spare Utopia. In exchange, I will offer the complete obliteration of my soul. I would offer more that I could. But I can not." ~ Akuzed
He laid it all on the table. He would do what he could and nothing more. Nothing less. It's all that could be asked of him. Even in death, his thoughts were first and foremost to the family he created.
"Topie. You really know how to get people thinking."
For so long Utopia had pondered of loves existence, yet in a single instance she made the greatest sacrifice one could give in the name of love and compassion. Her journey in search of her own destiny had been roughly paved, but was this the destiny she sought all along? A martyr she had become and the legend would indeed touch the hearts of all who heard the tale. Perhaps none more than the deviant Professor himself.
This act pleased Gaea indeed and there for even in the underworld the Goddess would not abandon her.
Some prayed.
Others praised.
Some cried.
All wondered why.
And those who questioned the purity of this angels heart, could only now understand just how true it was.
So love is real...
...But a day this beautiful deserves to be free of tragedy
