winnie is a (ladycopper) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-09-03 02:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *narrative, winnie o'hara |
siren finds a thing
Who: Siren
When: Recently
Where: Sewers
What: Siren finds a man's soul
Warnings: creeeepppyy
The sewers were her friend, her family, her home. Siren was the daughter of the rivers. The wide mouth open with teeth sharp. Last night, a fairy in a dream told her that she was the goddess of horror. The blood soaked Countess of all things that went bump in Gotham's night. The dream felt warm like a sunbeam and when she woke, she knew that the blood on her hands would forever taste sticky sweet.
Where was that piggie she used to be? Had she rotted away for good? Sometimes Siren could feel her try to worm back, to call for god or heaven to strike the witch down. But, like most piggies, making the squealing stop was incredibly satisfying.
Ra's took her hand and brought her down to the sewers like a suitor showing off his new lady at a royal ball. She twirled at the sight of steam rising from a pool of black water and slowly took her clothes off, rough fingers admiring every bit of lace she shed. "There isn't much time left for swimming. Soon the ice will come." She said with stars in her eyes and then vanished in the murky water.
Siren promised to return and oh yes she would, but now she was a wild animal. Now she swam into caverns she had never seen before. Wondrous places filled with death that she would have never known about if she had stuck to that hum-drum farm animal life. Wasn't this what Gotham was for?
Hours passed and above ground, the dawn began to rise on Gotham healing. Below there was no sign of life. Only water, disease and death. To the daughter of the river, it was beauty. It was sugar and delight. She found herself in a wondrous round room twinkling with Christmas lights and covered in melted, useless wax. She swam to the edge, her bare skin flecked with red and green from the lights above and she watched dead bodies of cloaked figures bob lifelessly like apples in front of her.
"Could it be?" Siren asked the watery graveyard, smiling childishly up to the lights above. "The cult! I found the cult. The commissioner piggie would be so pleased. This is what became of you? Let me see your face." She reached for a cloaked figure and pulled him close. Rolling his body over, she saw his bloated blue face that made her giggle. "This is what became of you." She cooed and touched his squishy skin that practically fell off on her fingers like delicate fish.
Siren looked up to the platform above that was decorated in candles and an altar. She climbed, a naked beauty of the sewers and tried not to drip on the manifesto they left behind. The daughter of the river always loved a good story.
Their angel was taken away and they lost all hope. They wanted to die. Most believed they were planning another attack, but this? This was so much sweeter. A handful of people so in love with their gods and angels that they'd kill themselves without it. Some had slit throats, others simply drugged themselves. All with their thoughts towards god and hate for this city.
Siren closed her eyes and said a witch's prayer for the dead cultists. When she opened her eyes, something glimmered. Yes, something shined in the water. She smiled and carefully stepped to the water and reached down with cupped hands to catch it like a firefly underwater. It was a thick silver medallion with a holy man printed on it. Such a simple thing, a devious trick. When she held it in her hand, she could feel the heart beat of a man. She could feel his goodness quiver under the spell of darkness. This was no ordinary medallion, no, this was a man's soul in her hand.
She held it up to her lips and whispered, "I am your mother now. Go prepare a feast."