BringerofShadows

Fine. Ruin slowly crushed the bodies of Narrators and Characters alike, watching their bones splinter and shatter. Organs became slush and dribbled out of every pore. The ground became a river of blood, swallowing everything in site. Ruin laughed and enjoyed itself at the destruction of others.

Or we could do that. Ruin coalesced, and stared murdering everyone.

And her hunger for some Narraritum or whatever. BoS started chopping off everyone’s heads.

BoS sighed and looked around for more Narrators. Looks like we will have to go back to TLT. Ruin thought. Energy swelled within BoS. Using this she wrote her self into the universe. Nothing had visible had changed, which was nice. BoS went down to the wine cellar, where Heather lay crying. Pathetic fool, Ruin thought as it summoned some wine laced with drugs. They didn’t need to be to powerful, as she was just a character. A character who had ascended and was self-aware. Ruin would give Heather some credit. It knocked on the door, even though it was already open. “Yes?” She croaked. “Hello…” Heather’s eyes went wide when she saw BoS Ruin go into the room. “I wanted to apologize…” It made its voice sound awkward, as Shadow wouldn’t be experienced in these things. “Okay…?” The Splinter shuffled it’s feet nervously. “Want some wine?” Heather sighed. “You are really bad at this aren’t you?” She took the wine, popping off the cap. Ruin handed her 2 wine glasses and she poured. It sat down, sitting with her legs out in a carefree way. Heather handed it the glass. “Toast?” Heather held out her glass. That’s when she noticed the Puppet’s eyes. Heather dropped her glass, shattering against the wooden planks. Ruin just sighed. “Heather, this was supposed to be a covert mission. Then you had to go and screw it up.” Heather just sat there in shock. “You really should have seen this coming, it was quite obvious.” The Imposter charged, pinning Heather to the ground. First it tied a gag onto her mouth so she couldn’t scream. Heather finally started to react, trying to wiggle free. But Ruin had beat her. Summoning rope, it did some fancy knots tying her hands together. Next came the legs, which at this point Heather had stopped struggling. She knew she had lost. “You are pathetic, but not stupid.” Ruin muttered as it dragged her to her feet. She was crying. “So emotional.” Heather was thrown against the wall, hard enough that she was knocked out. Ruin sighed. “You were doomed from the start.” BoS used more Narrative Energy to travel to Mistborn Era 1. An Inquisitor picked up the doomed soul, carrying her over his shoulder. Ruin did not need to give commands, as they were all just puppets for God itself. Three other Inquisitors were present, and one handed BoS a small earring, a bag of coins, and flakes of steel suspended in a small vial. She put it on, then swallowed the flakes. She burned the metal, and watched how blue lines sprout out before her. She threw down a coin, and launched herself into the air and ash. The others followed suit, heading towards Coventical Seran. All Heather felt was pain. What the…? Then it all came back. BoS apologizing. Ruin. Getting tied and gagged. Thrown against the wall. Blackness. That explains the headache. Heather thought. She tried to sit up, but that’s when she noticed she was chained to a chair. Directly above her had similar restraints, almost as if a person were to be laid on top. Heather also heard shuffling and whimpering, sounded like more hostages. “Ah yes, I see we are awake now.” Ruin said. It was still using BoS’s body and voice. It removed the gag, tossing it to the side. “Why?” Was all she could get out. Ruin just smiled. “You will see.” And Inquisitor appeared in her view, carrying a hostage. They strapped him into the chair thing, right above her. He seemed to be in his early thirties, and he was crying. Then he started to scream. She heard the pounding of metal against metal. That’s when she felt the spike hit her eye. She began to scream too, and Shadow just smiled. All Heather felt was pain. Again. But a million times worse. She tried to see, but all she saw was blue outlines. If Heather squinted hard enough, she could tell what color things were. Everything seemed to be red. Her hands, the floor, her clothes. Is that blood? “Took you long enough.” BoS-No, Ruin stood in the doorway. It came over to where Heather was laying, not minding the blood. She sat up, with some effort. Ruin smiled. That evil, twisted smile. Heather started to tremble. Please please please… She thought as she slowly put her hands to her face. Iron and Steel spikes had replaced her eyes. Heather wanted to cry. She wanted to feel the tears slide down her face and watch as her vision went blurry with tears. And since she couldn’t, it only made her want to cry more. “Why?” She croaked, her voice hoarse from screaming. “You wanted to be useful. Powerful. And I gave that too you. A thank you would be sufficient.” Heather couldn’t take it anymore. The newly made Inquisitor stood up, facing her counterpart. “You got over that quickly, didn’t you? To bad Skylar didn’t.” Heather punched Ruin square in the jaw. It just laughed, and didn’t stop. Consumed with rage, the Inquisitor grabbed an obsidian axe off the counter. Ruin stood up, still smiling. Without thinking, the axe flew through the air. Mere milliseconds before the axe hit Ruin in the chest, It ripped itself out of BoS’s body, leaving the scared little girl behind. Then the axe hit her chest, adding more blood to the floor. All Heather saw, with much effort, were It’s eyes change from dark, to gray, then to a beautiful ocean color. The last time she had seen those eyes was on a bench in the woods along an abandoned road. They had closed not long after, just like the eyes before her. The empty body landed with a splat, axe buried in it’s the chest. “NO!” Heather screamed. She started to cry, just without the tears. Heather hadn’t moved in days. She sat on the floor, staring at the corpse. It was just Ruin emotionally manipulating you. It just wants you to feel like this. But she didn’t care. The only time she had moved was when Ruin took over her body and made her change. Heather wore dark clothes. Black trousers with dark leather tied at the bottom, with a matching belt and shirt. She also wore a cloak that only went down to her mid-back, which she found odd. What was even more weird was a metal layer separating her skin from her clothes on her back. It wasn’t super thick, barely even noticeable. Kind of like the spikes that protruded from her chest. Other than the layer of protection, there was no other types of metal except for a bag of coins and small vials of suspended metal. It was what the other Inquisitors wore, but they showed more chest and their robes were also more of an ashen gray than black. A few hours later, reality swirled around the poor Inquisitor, transporting her back to the wine cellar. Not a minute had past since her time in Mistborn Era 1. The only signs of struggle was the shattered glass and spilled wine. Heather was still in the same position as she was in the Conventical Seran. She just sat there, sitting in the wine that looked like blood, feeling numb.

“Just some experiments, I’ll give it back to you when I’m done. And no one will die, either.”

But it did. It made her not hungry anymore.

BoS turned on her heel and approached the love birds. “Can I have some Narrativium?”

BoS ate it whole.

Ruin grunted. damnation… What now? “Wait, how did Silence do it? Travel between universes, I mean.”

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She’s…In a dress. That is an odd thought. Still love it!

Why. Did. I. Not. Know. This. Existed.

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What if I want my Callsign to be Ruin? Maybe I should do Inquisitor…

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“How much of it?”

“Is it? Why don’t we test that theory?”

“With the power of Ruin, I would rip through to the other universe. I’ve done before, that’s how I got to TLT.”

“What if I were to literally rip into that universe?” BoS was losing her patience.

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