Nathan, Nyx and the Mavericks
Nathan went to his knees, gritting his teeth in pain. And then he screamed. Nyx bolted to his side as he thrashed and moaned, hands on his head. The students whispered, until she snarled at them.
"Dark, wings, an angel with fangs, demon bought, demon slain, slayer of darkness turned into black, running, blood, running..." He clutched at Nyx. "She will try to deceive, she will try to convince. Trust not the dove reborn as a raven. A sword of light sheathed in darkness and resharpened."
"A name, sweetie, a name?"
"No name, no name. A name she has not yet chosen for herself to describe herself best." Nathan writhed, heels of his hands pressing into his temples. A dark chuckle filled his ears and all he could see was black feathers and the flash of a blade. "Trust not the day for it is swallowed by the night." Wings beat around his ears and he struck out, and heard demonic laughter. Nyx grabbed his hands so he didn't hit him again.
"C'mon, sweetie. Get it together."
"I ca, an't. It's all lost together. She fell and fell and fell and fell and fell and fell...and then the darkness caught her up and gave her new wings." Nathan shook.
"Seraph! Tell me!" Nyx laced her words with a frission of magick to compell him. Nathan laughed in her face.
"You can't make me tell, cat! No one can ever make me tell what I see if I do not wish to! All I can tell is what I see. And all I see is darkness and death brought on midnight wings!" He spat in her face, twisted in her arms, and ran. She bolted after him. He spun past the Mavericks, Demetria and Octavian managing to be civil to one another, and pulled Octavian close up so the mad man could see him. He looked deep into Octavian's eyes, his own gleaming with prophecy and insanity. "You have your part to play in this, wild one. Learn your skills and learn that what you feel is part of what you are. Ask the fox for a tip on skulking. Find the mouse to feel the pain. Get the cat to hunt the morrigu and then we'll see if this can be right again." He ran off again, Nyx chasing him with a determinded expression on her face.
"Well, that was...bewildering." Octavian adjusted his shirt, staring after Nathan and Nyx.
"Too bloody right mate," Mordred agreed.
"One thing I didn't understand...who's the morrigu?" Vortigern and Mordred shared a glance at Demetria's question.
"The morrigu is the goddess of death and endings. The goddess of bad luck and darkness. She's the crows and ravens on the battlefields, and she eats of the dead," Vortigern said quietly.
"Unpleasent sounding," Octavian said.
"Very." Mordred sighed. "And Seraph hasn't been wrong yet." Vortigern's hand rubbed unknowingly at his chest.