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Edited by TheSuMan: 8/24/2016 12:37:58 AM
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Into the Hellmouth, Part 47: The Will of Crota

Hello everybody! Sorry for the long Hiatus, but I just got settled in to college, and, well, it's been a busy week! Regardless, though, here's part 47! Also, shoutout to[url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Profile/254/11844477] SmartAurum75[/url], who is currently working on Guardians Rising - a collaboration between several Guardians to which I will be contributing! Here's a link to that: https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1585496/210973245/0/0 So, in the meantime, here's[url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/210981009?showBanned=0&path=0] part 46 [/url]if you missed it, or if you're looking for a different chapter, here's the [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/210981009?showBanned=0&path=0]master post[/url]! Stay classy, Guardians! The three Guardians managed to dive out of the way of the arc blast, and took cover behind the remains of the horn statue behind them - Crota had smashed it during the fight. Even as they watched, the Hive prince advanced upon them, Omnigul at his side. “What do we do?” Sai asked. A steely cool descended over Eris. “What we’ve always done,” she said, her voice flat and unemotional. “We fight, and do our best to Light the Darkness.” And with that, Eris unslung the Machine Gun from her back, and began to fire on the Hive. The army surged forward to protect their master, but Eriana joined in with her auto-rifle, and Sai with her sniper. The only pauses in the cacophony of gunfire came when they paused to reload, ejecting magazines with the speedy crispness of professional killers. The Hive had gathered on one end of the platform, which gave the Guardians the slightest of advantages. But for every Hive they killed, five more rose to take it’s place. Sai grimaced as she loaded the last few rounds into her sniper. “We can’t keep this up!” she said. “We have to try!” shouted Eris. Just then, Crota appeared to tire of watching the Guardians slaughter his soldiers. Bellowing, he charged them, sword in hand. The three Guardians quickly focused fire on him, but he closed the ground to fast. However, at the last possible second, Sai landed a shot in the same place where she’d stuck him with her sword. Croat howled, and stopped. But before he did, he swung the sword wildly at the Guardians. . . And slashed Eris across the face. Her helmet caved inward, and the force of the blow sent her flying over the edge, and down to the arena beneath them. “ERIS!” Eriana screamed. Sai was frantic. “Ghost, scan for her!” Her ghost materialized beside her. “Can do,” it said. Eriana looked around wildly. She couldn’t be dead. She couldn’t be dead. She couldn’t be dead. She couldn’t be dead. “I’m not detecting her!” her ghost said. “Her armor is not -“ Just then, a blast from a boomer hit the ghost dead on, sending it careening into the ground. Sai’s scream split the air, a wordless exclamation of loss. Eriana could barely comprehend what was happening. How many more friends could this creature take from her? Would she be the last one standing when the City fell, the corpses of her compatriots around her?” “No,” she whispered, “no.” She felt Sai grab her hand. The warlock looked over at her. “We have to go!” the hunter said. She clutched her ghost in one hand, it’s shell charred and melted. “They’re coming!” Eriana looked out at the Hive before them. They had been temporarily stunned by the fall of their master, but now they were charging the two remaining Guardians. “Yes,” she said, “we have to go.” And with that, the Guardians ran. Crota watched with a grimace as the servants of the light fled his chambers, his minions hounding after them. He watched as a wizard floated up to him. She bowed. “My master,” she said. Crota studies her. “You are the one called Omnigul,” he said. “My will.” The wizard nodded. “How may I serve you, my master?” she asked. “Do you wish to continue our preparation for invasion?” “No!” Crota said, more sharply than he meant to. The wizard moved back a little. “This battle was costly,” said the Hive prince. “I have lost much of my strength. I shall need time to recover.” “As you wish, my master,” Omnigul said. Crate nodded. “In the meantime, Omnigul,” he said, “I place you in charge of my realm. Grow our army. Kill our enemies. And when my strength is at last full,” he paused. “Prepare this world for my return. Prepare it for my vengeance.” Omnigul nodded. “You honor me, my master.” Crota studied her. “Yes,” he said. “I do.” He stood up. “See that these servants of the light perish. Let them burn for their false faith. Show them the one true way - the way of the sword.” “It shall be done.” “Good.” Crota looked around. “The Heart believed that you had much promise,” he said. “Do not disappoint me.” And with that, he faded away, retreating into his summoning crystal. Omnigul remained bowed for several more minutes. Then, she raised her head. She had been charged with the most important task in the world. She would show her master that she exceeded her potential. She would show him that she was worthy to lead his armies. The Will of Crota would not - could not - fail. Toland opened his eyes. Groaning, he pushed himself off the ground. “Well, that didn’t hurt as much as I expected,” he said. “Then again, it never does.” He smiled comically. “What do you think, Ghost?” No response. Toland frowned. “Ghost?” he asked. “Ghost, where are you?” He wandered into an adjacent room, and then, he saw his ghost embedded in the wall. It’s light had all but vanished. Toland blinked. No ghost - dangerous. If he wasn’t careful, this death would be his last. Then, he turned around. “Well, this is -“ he began. Then, he stopped, and looked at the ground before him. And there he was. His body lay on the ground, still encased in his armor. In his robes, he could even detect the spherical shape of the Hive relic that he’d carried with him for years now. He reached into his own robes - or rather, the robes that did not belong to the thing lying on the ground - and found nothing. Trembling, Toland reached down to touch the corpse before him, only to have his fingers pass right through it. Toland froze. “Ghost?” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Eriana? Eris! Sai! Osiris!” “ANYONE!” Silence was the only reply. Toland looked down at his spectral hands. “What have I become?” he whispered. Edit: [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/211599094]Part 48[/url]

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