Chapter 6: The Price of Vegeance
The uprising was not a single explosion, but a burning blaze on the brink of consuming it all. Looking up at this fortune, Nyx, the father/founder of this fortune, watched as the architects of his fortune (his name) became more and more and more, and more and more, prominent. Whispers of his tactical brilliance and unwavering resolve spread like wildfire, cementing his position as the undisputed leader of the rebellion, a beacon of hope in the darkness.
Indulgence hung thick on the mouth, and victory was ruined by the vindictive reason of losing. Having gained the outpost, the price was high. Many of the Daimonas soldiers, its comrades in arms, and brothers had perished in the bloody struggle, sacrificing their life in the fight for freedom. NYX bore the weight of their sacrifice directly, with the stress of leadership weighing heavily upon (shoulders like a wall) his. Each person on the other side of the globe was an example of vengeance' aftermath. At the same time he realised that he was following the path of sacrifice, that every step would entail greater sacrifice and suffering. This knowledge not only did not discourage him, it strengthened him, sharpening his resolve to the keenest blade. The suffering he now felt sublimated itself into a fevered urge to prevent from them pointless deaths.
The Ouranios Alliance, troubled by the unease of the sudden mortality shock, at last came to really understand the depth of the crisis. The takeover of the the outpost was not only a fight, it was an act of war (all-theas) war. The danger from Nyx and his growing insurgency no longer deserved to be ignored. They abandoned the habit of political posturing and of petty power politics which had been affecting them in the past as an emotion of a frugally predicted crisis swept across the coalition. They recognized that unless they turned the tide of the uprising today, the result would be dire - at the very least the downfall of their own centuries of control.
Construction of the scene for a "general war", a "war between titans", however, but with their powers at odds. In their last attempt, Ouranios Alliance pooled all of their resources and lines, and unleashed them all on the opponent. On the other side stood the Daimonas, driven by a thirst for revenge and the desperate hope of rebuilding their shattered lives. They were fighting for more than just land and power, they were fighting for their survival, for their right to recover the stolen dignity from them.
Nyx perched on the ramparts of the captured outpost, his eyes fixed on the sky beyond. The wind whirled about him, even the secrets of the coming clash. He could feel the coming storm, the primal truth of the tightness that coated the room, the spectral warning of the battle to come deep in the air. He knew that the road ahead would be long and hard, a hard direction full of adversity and loss. Fuzzy ambiguity crept in at the periphery of his thoughts, but he simply did not think about it. He swore, a vow inscribed by blood and sorrow turning into tattoos, a bargain with the dead. It would go on and on right up to the end, regardless of personal cost and regardless of what might be given up. The cost of vengeance was high, however, for Nyx it was a price which he was quite prepared to pay.