Who: Nyssa and Talia What: Talia's been punishing Nyssa for her betrayal. Where: Talia's base at the Pit. When: From Nyssa's defeat by Talia to present (Feb. 26) Status: In Progress Rating: High (mentions of torture, repeated dying/reviving, some insanity on Nyssa's part)
Nyssa probably should have known that Talia would not show her mercy in slipping into the dark embrace of death after their duel. There was too much bad blood between them for that to happen. And really, Talia had been raised from birth by Ra's al'Ghul. There were no doubt numerous ways of torturing someone that the younger sister knew compared to the elder. Not that Nyssa was a stranger to the cruelty a person could inflict upon another. She had survived the Nazi concentration camps when she was still a child, still naive to who her father was.
Being revived in the Lazarus Pit wasn't unknown to Nyssa either. She had taken a few dips in the waters over the decades. So she knew the effects the pool could wreak upon a soul. But those dips had been spaced out over the years. After she had regained control over herself after the first trip into the pool after the duel she had been killed again. Then revived. Then killed. Then revived. The process had repeated. For how long, Nyssa didn't know. Time had lost its meaning. What she did know was that she had done her best to resist begging her sister to stop, to let her die and stay dead. But in the end, Nyssa had begged. Her pride had slowly been crumbling with each death and revival until, with tears in her eyes, she had begged for release. But it never came.
It felt like she were being driven mad, not knowing if this death would be her last or if the pain and torture would continue on.
Laying curled up on the stone ground, her clothes dirtied and worn, she sang a Russian lullaby. Her eyes, while focused in front of her, were all but vacant as she sang. Her hand reached up and stroked air but to Nyssa, she was caressing the face of her long dead son.