Rosalyn had been walking across the ruined landscape for some time now. In the darkness she had no sense of time and had no idea if she was still alive or not. It was fully possible that she had died and was fated to travel through Limbus for all eternity. There were many theories that Appolyon was somehow linked to the empty world of Promyvion, as the two were very similar in appearance, but even if she could stumble into the the Empty territory it was no sure thing that she could make her way out.
So she continued to walk, not knowing hunger nor weariness. Portals allowed her to travel between the lands floating in the void, but she didn't seem to be getting anywhere. She wondered if she too would become one of the floating lights that seemed to follow her. Having grown disheartened, Rosalyn sat down to take a break and collect her thoughts.
"Things sure look gloomy down here, don't they?" a familiar voice asked.
Rosalyn felt a the warmth of someone's back against hers as the only person she had seen in what seemed like forever sat behind her.
"Are we dead?" Rosalyn asked. She wasn't feeling herself. If she had been, she'd have moved already. She'd have done more than just sat there and accepted things the way they were.
"Well, I'm pretty sure I am, or at least getting there. You on the other hand..."
"If I'm not dead, than what is this place?"
"Well..." after a long moment of silence, "it may look like Promyvion, or even Appolyon... but that's just your mind's representation of where we are."
Rosalyn was growing tired of the roundabout answers. She stood up and turned around. "And where is that, Joseph?"
The young man was still sitting, facing the opposite direction. He was only wearing boots and slacks, and his bare back revealed that his right arm and a portion of his torso was a lighter tone than the rest of his skin. When she saw it, her mind reeled and she felt dizzy. She fought back the nausia and the memories trying to come back to the surface, and stood her ground.
"We're inside the Blue Soul. Or at least, I am. I'm just my soul, and you... somehow you're here body and soul."
"That doesn't make sense." Rosalyn said, shaking her head.
Joseph stood up, still facing away from her. "How much in this world actually makes sense anyhow?" he chuckled. He reached his arms to the blackened sky in a stretch and then placed his hands on his hips. "I was the first victim of the weapon in hundreds of thousands of years, Rosa. I found it, and it swallowed my soul. That... thing, whatever the hell it is, is just wearing my body now. You have to stop it."
"Joseph..." Rosalyn took a step, reaching out towards him. He flinched away, clutching his right arm.
"Rosa... the body and soul are linked, always. The only time that bond breaks is in death, and here in the Blue Soul it is no different. That darkness that dwells in my body has tainted my soul..." His arm was beginning to quiver and shake. He clutched it tighter with his left hand and lowered his head. "Rosa... leave while you have the chance."
"But... you're right here... we could... I don't know, put your soul in an automaton or something." Rosalyn was grasping for straws. "Please, we can both go."
"Get back!" Joseph shouted. It happened far too quickly even for Rosalyn. Joseph spun on his heels, his right arm lashing out at her. It was no longer human, but large and clawed. Before the claws had grazed her, Joseph had pinned the arm to the ground by running it through with his greatsword. Rosalyn could see now that the arm was covered in blue-black feathers that were slowly sprouting around his collar and down his back. The rest of his skin was turning dark, a shadowy black that seemed both translucent and solid at the same time. The shadows rolled up over him, as if they were consuming him. "Please.... leave now..." he whimpered, trying to suppress it.
Rosalyn stepped back. The dark aura was immense and threatened to swallow her too. In the back of her mind she could hear a faint calling. A voice that was trying to reach her. She shook her head and braced herself. "I will not just run away. If this is all I can do, I will knock some sense into you." She hadn't realized it before, but she was wearing her Mirage attire now. Had she always been wearing it, or did she will it into existence here in the void? The calling voice grew louder in the back of her mind as she drew her swords.
The shadows had completely engulfed Joseph now, and he withdrew the greatsword from his arm and stood up. His eyes glew red in the swirling shadows that made up his body. He threw out his arm and spread a pair of wings feathered the same color as the ones on his arm. Rosalyn's heart was pounding, her head was beginning to ache with a searing pain. She clutched the hilt of her swords tighter and stepped to approach Joseph. He moved ever so slightly, his right wing stretching outward into a wall of feathers that raced toward her. The end of the wing opened a giant maw as if it were a serpent, and the dark world became engulfed in feathers.
Rosalyn bolted upright, awake. At least, she would have if she hadn't been in pain and could move more than an inch without dropping back to the ground. She tried to cry out, but her voice came out barely a whisper. She was covered in bloodied bandages and situated near a roaring campfire. It took her a few minutes to realize that she was no longer in that dark world of the Blue Soul. She was laying down somewhere grassy, with the sound and smell of a fresh stream nearby, stars and moon above in the sky.
"I found you lying injured to the east, about to be trampled by one of the wivres." a feminine voice spoke from the other side of the fire. "It has been twenty years since I have seen you, but I do not forget a face nor a spirit quite as formidable as yours." There was shuffling and a beautiful elvaan woman came into view. "You haven't aged a day in those twenty years, Rosalyn Sable, but I have not in thousands of years."
Rosalyn coughed, trying to speak. "When I'm better..." Rosalyn managed to whisper, "I am getting you so many shell bugs..."
Areuhat smiled down to Rosalyn and brushed the hair out of the wounded mithra's eyes. "Rest for now, there will be plenty of time for food and talking later..."
To be forgotten is worse than death.