I was a migrant woman, a mercenary, finally making my journey to this place called Ravenheart where I'd heard my husband had been staying for the years we'd been apart. I am in a cave system, and after killing a few skeletons, find a village, with a bridge leading to a fortress of some kind. It couldn't be that easy, and it wasn't. Before I knew it I was pushed off of the cliff, crippling my legs from pain. My screaming attracts the attention of the people I'd been traveling with, and they come down to help, bandaging up my wounds, and letting me rest in a chair in a hovel down the pit. Once again, it couldn't be that easy. I'm awoken by the sounds of screaming and chants of, "ALLAHU AKBAR!" as armor-clad men with strange guns advanced on us in the building. Fear overtook me as I was unable to help with my useless legs being the way they were, but my group-mates did not need me. They began tossing a constant stream of small rocks out of the door and window, most pinging uselessly off of the armored mens armor, but some finding their mark and hitting flesh. We soon ran out of rocks, and the spears came out, with us at the ready at the door, taking stabs at any of the armored men who attempted to come through the door. They fired their guns.
Their guns didn't seem to hurt, however, instead when they hit us just made us unable to use that part of our bodies for a short time, before wearing off. No matter how many they shot into us, however, they weren't able to get inside and deal with all of us at once. Then the Cerberus came. Like a tide they leapt off of the bridge above, swords drawn, ready to kill our assailants. Taken by surprise, the armored men quickly fell to our numbers, their decapitated bodies screaming at us to bury them, for whatever reason, as the cerberi shoved them into a nearby regurgitator. And so we rejoiced. Or at least, everyone else did, I wasn't doing so good. Weakened by pain, I could do nothing but crawl, pleading for help from any of them. They did not listen, and one-by-one, they climbed up the pit, and I was alone. A sense of dread washed over me as I stumbled to my feet, my hands uselessly clambering at the wall, until I managed to find a grip and haul my useless body on top of it, before falling unconscious, the voices of men nearby going unheard. I distinctly remember being dragged while I was unconscious.
When I awoke, it was in a strange place, on top of a medical bed somewhere. My husband was there. As my eyes fluttered open, and saw him, it seemed as if the whole world slowed down for a second, and all sound stopped, he was here, and everything was okay. He took a bottle of painkillers off of the nearby desk, and gave them to me, I accepted graciously, and slept once more in hopes of healing off my injuries. I awoke some time later, my clothes put on me while I was asleep, and my husband talking to a cerberi fixing a woman on another bed across the room. "Uggh, what happened?" I ask.
My husband is instantly at my side, asking if I'm alright. I respond that I am, and he helps me to my feet, I ask if we can go to his home so that I may rest in a place that's more comfortable, and he leads me there. On our way we pass through a plaza of sorts, with some strange statue in the middle of it, blood coating the streets in splatters, the sound of screaming and fraying vocal cords from some poor fool put upon the cross. Hanging above the statue, a sign said "Ravenheart." I was there. He takes me through an airlock of a great church, and together we walk through rows and rows of seats, before finding our way to a door that leads up a set of stairs. Once up them, I see his room. The first thing that greets me is an ominous face on the wall, eyes glowing red with a mouth so obscured by darkness I doubt I'd be able to see anything inside of it even if I did have a light. His desk is stacked with tomes of all kinds, as well as there being a bookcase near the window that had a few tomes missing, but was otherwise full. He leads me over to the bed in the corner, and sets me down. My eyes fall upon him, and his upon me. It is almost in a frenzy that we rip off eachothers clothes, long-repressed needs finally coming to pass as we go at it like animals seemingly for hours.
Finally spent, we disentangle from each other, our chests heaving, holding each other and staring into each others eyes. It is like this that we fall asleep. I am awoken a few hours later by him gathering his things, and I ask him where he's going. He says he needs to do his duties as the Bishop, and promptly leaves the room. Shrugging, I fall back to sleep. Several more hours later again, I wake up, and deciding that it's about time that I went out and did things, gathered my things, and went out the door. I immediately make my way to the Incarn's in order to get a set of documents so that I can pass, from him, my father. It seems like I'm allowed in in record time, because of a completely legitimate and unbiased source, I have my chance for a new life. A smile on my face, I walk around town, stopping at the Tavern for a drink and bread before taking my leave and continuing my stroll. I hear over the radio that there's been a shooting at the church, and a pit forms in my stomach. Dropping what I was doing, I make my way over there, and see my husband dragging a headless man down the stairs, a shotgun in his hands. He sees me, and begins telling me his story.
A practicus had apparently brought this man to sleep in his bed upstairs, and when he went back to take a rest, he was there, shotgun in hand. The man barely misses my husband, his shot going over his head, with my husband whacking the hand holding his gun with his cane. He strikes hard enough to break it, causing the man to scream in pain and fall to the ground, whereupon he picks up the mans shotgun and blows his head clean off. It is after looting him that he drags the corpse down the stairs, where he meets me. Once again we embrace, and having the call of nature, we decide to retire to our quarters once again. We are mid-strip when a Cerberus comes up the stairs, wearing absolutely nothing but his helmet. He asks how we are, and we respond that we're fine before I get an idea. "Do you wish to join?" I ask. He smiles, and helps my husband strip me. The three of us make love for quite some time before the both of them have spent inside of me, with the Cerberus commanding me to lick up any of their spent seed. My sexoholic nature overcoming me, I do it, slowly, making sure that the both of them see. Chuckling, the Cerberus grabs what few things he brought in and leaves the room.
After this strange turn of events, my husband and I are in the middle of dressing when we hear an alarm blaring that the Charon would be leaving in five minutes. Looking at eachother for a moment, we hurry to slap our things on, and rush out the door. We jog our way down the street, with us being separated by smoke in the streets from an unfortunate family whose house had caught fire, when I see... a thing. It appeared to be some sort of fleshy mass, blades and proboscises swinging in rhythm with its steps as it sprinted down the street. Straight at me. In fear, I too begin sprinting down the street, the things around me a whirl of movement as I run into a darkened building, hoping it doesn't see me. Luckily, it does not, and runs past me, with my husband and several other townsfolk behind it, seemingly unaware it just passed. I jump out of the building and tell them that there was a strange creature making its way to the Charon, and with the townspeople drawing their various weapons, and me my longsword, we advance into the Charon yard. Once through the massive doors, we see the Thing grabbing an unfortunate Cerberus out of the door of the shuttle before crushing his head with one of its proboscises, fluids being sucked out liberally. My breath catches in my throat as it sees me, and paralyzed in fear, I can barely react before it is upon me, its proboscis jetting straight towards my head before I know no more.