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"As long as Alexis is alive, he will continue honoring your memory. I'm certain he would not have allowed me to tie my tubes until I birthed him a son named Alex" Ziccarra joked showing she'd indeed calmed down from her initial shock of being separated from the land of the living.
"My own mother wasn't much of a grandmother to my children, my grandmothers died before Catalina was born. But you, you can at least see them. I wish it were possible for Maya to bring you back, I mean I know she could, but I'm not sure where her power progression is now that I've passed. I would love for you to have met them--even if for one day. Especially Tassi."
As their intimate conversation carried on to Zeon and her whereabouts, Ziccarra's lips curved with a curious brow to follow. "Knowing her it would be the former. Though It would not work in her favor. Here, I am not at the mercy of my diabetes, we are not divine. I am the better fighter hands down" She said confidently.
"But I do not wish to speak with her, she has always been so full of rage...and here there is no reason for it." Ziccarra took a look at her hands, it was as if she were observing them for the first time. But she noticed most of her worldly possessions had been stripped of her--except her wedding ring.
"I applaud you for being who you were, even when socially looked down upon. Before I met your son, I too was with a woman. A beautiful woman named Ashley. We had our trials but the good times were just that. But" She said raising her hand to show her wedding ring. "Love wins"
"Excuse me for being so nonchalant, but I have no interest in being punched in the face at the moment. Can you...teach me how to braid hair?" She asked with a light chuckle. It was something that was always done for her, and she was never close enough to her own mother to ask. "I would really like to learn"
She was right, as much as Ziccarra hated to admit it; Catalina was the "favorite" of Alexis; just like Leo to her as a mother the notion was horrible, but as a realist, it's just what it was. Catalina and Leo were, in essence, Ziccarra and Alexis--Albeit with slight personality nuances.
"Y'Yes..." Ziccarra said backtracking intentionally avoiding Alexa's question for the second time now. "He thinks about you often. He has told us stories about how you helped him develop and use his abilities with maturity. He told all of us how you instilled the values he literally breathes. The most intimate story of all, How you decided to take him in. That has always been something he has loved you for. So much that our latest child bears your name--Alexa Pettis. Her story is very similar to his, and just like you--he took her in. It tis almost like it has come full circle"
Z rose removing her Goddess armor, rather the tattered fragments of it. Standing in full form in her Cardinal Grunt underclothing she finally saw fit to answer Alexa's most pressing question.
"I was killed by my niece Zeon. She is another person that I have done wrong in my life. Under any other circumstances, I would have simply offered it to her; but she wanted our children to pay for my sins. I could not have that. So I did what needed to be done. She.Is. Here somewhere."
Ziccarra explained as loosely as she could. Scouring the area as if she were looking for someone, she finally returned her pacific gaze back to Alexa slightly confused. "Where is your spouse, if you do not mind me asking.?"
Though by now she was sure this wasn't some sort of ruse, Alexa still left Z perplexed, mostly because of the Southern Accent; but it seemed as if she'd long accepted the fact that she was not leaving this place.
But then it hit her, like one of Zeon's super-powered punches. "A..coma?" Z said initially shaking her head in disbelief. "Tis impossible there is no one in the world strong enough to ..." She caught herself. She was literally here in the afterlife. Like her husband, she was one of the strongest beings on Earth--now one of the strongest beings in the afterlife.
Tears continued to run down her face until Alexa forced her back to the boulder. She heard of Tassi's triumph at keeping Alexis alive but to Z? that meant only one thing.
"No, No you do not understand. I have failed..." Z said pausing as Alexa's finger gently bated the salty tears from the contours of her cheeks. A maternal touch, it was soothing and yet odd. She'd never experienced such a nurturing gesture.
"Alexa, I have failed and succeeded at the same time. I-I failed to protect my family, to give them better lives. I failed to protect Alexis. But...In Catalina I have faith. She has truly changed. And in my absence. I know she will be the one to bring balance to the Liafador name. But from you...I still have so much to learn"
@shanana: To be sure I got it right, the kids marched out into the streets of the town (or the encampment?) before doing the kaboom thing? Like...not just blowing up the one area that I'm standing near? >_>
Yeah it's sort of a widespread deal. Sorry I just saw this >.<
It only took a second, from the time her eyes closed to the time she was forced to open them at the sound of her name--in just that small increment of the time she saw the faces of the people she'd left behind--agony.
As the woman approached, Ziccarra's head tilt to the side in apparent confusion. This woman spoke with an American Southern accent, but after leaving Quintus; she hadn't spent time in the U.S. Why did this woman seem to speak to her with an air of familiarity. "A-lexa?" Ziccarra finally said, briefly thinking about her adoptive daughter, but no, this was the person from whom the name was given.
"Y-you are Alexis's mother," Ziccarra was so taken back at discovering Alexis' mother in the place that she nearly missed the following question; a question she immediately answered. "No, ma'am. Your son is a wonderful man. He could not harm me even if he tried."
It was tested and proven, Alexis loved Ziccarra way too much; even during the Spanish Revolution, he could not bring himself to put down the Outlaw Queen. "You raised a good man, he is Kind. Loyal.Trustworthy; but most importantly he is selfless. He loved the hell out of me. And I truly believe we cannot be separated." She nearly scoffed at the thought. "I would not be surprised if he were trying to find a way here as we speak. You know scientist stuff"
Rising out of respect, her pacific blue eyes fix on Alexa for a moment before starting to tear. "I-I'm sorry. I am going to miss them. All of them." She turning away to wipe the salty tears.
The Land of the Dead @8th_wonder
She knew this feeling all too well, albeit this was a tad bit different. The Last time she found herself removed from the land of the living, she was sheltered within the walls of her mother's Grand Cardinal Isle. This place was the Land of the Dead, or limbo so to speak.
She was no hero, she was no villain; so she was no forced to spend some time here until the universe eventually decided her postmortem fate. As she strolled through the forest a dense fog seemingly filtered through the trees, this place--this place was her island. Well, a version of it anyways. Many of those that dwelled here were slaughtered by King Ali, and their souls just dwelled here.
But as she strolled, she could see various pieces of places she'd been, almost as if they were sets on a television show; each containing a specific part of Ziccarra's past.
"Those are the areas you'll eventually be judged on." A whisper finally said shooting through the fog. Her time as Spanish President, Her Time with the Cardinals; and lastly as a mother.
It'd be easy to make a judgment on any of those specific points of her life, but the hardest to come to terms with would be how bad of a mother she was to her own children.
They deserved better, but she simply couldn't be the mother they needed. Now they were forced to fend for themselves; she was sure Catalina was going to try and bring them all together--but she shouldn't have had too.
Somewhere in this place, Zeon roamed, maybe she was experiencing the same sort of guilt. Probably not.
"I suppose I shall await judgement" She said sitting calmly under a tree.
The bout saw Zeon's knee connect with her abdomen a tactic that drew excessive pain and bruising, she was also stabbed in the shoulder, Zeon dropped a building on her and nearly broke her jaw in several other assaults.
Those were things she could take--as a Goddess. But as Ziccarra? The sheer heat and poisonous gases emanating from the magma bed left her fatigued and disoriented; the lack of glucose left her skin tingling and fading in and out of consciousness.
For years she had the same dream, of herself on a beach in a white dress; presumably calling out to Alexis. It was a memory she believed she had from their wedding day. Now with clarity, she realized it was not her at all--it was Catalina. It was no secret that Catalina was a clone of Ziccarra; one day her eldest 'daughter' would eventually inherit her features. But this vision she saw...it was one of her daughters truly happy, the kicker was though...in order for Cat to obtain this form, Ziccarra HAD to be dead.
'Get up Z' She heard him call, his booming voice silenced the erupting magma around them. They hadn't laid eyes on one another in months, and she was sure he was gone. "Alexis..." She murmured unaware that just a few yards away Zeon was also stirring.
"I-I-I am t-t-t-tryinggg to fig.ht..for them...but tis over. She has won" Z said face planting on the stone slab. 'No Z, she has not. Give them a better future. Do what needs to be done. Don't grab Catalina's hand!"
It was his final words, she'd subconsciously reached out to her daughter, which would've signified that this battle and her life was over. Rising just one more time, The former Queen of Cardinals refocused the remaining energy into putting a stop to Zeon once and for all. "By Any Means Necessary," She thought to herself.
But before she could begin to process what was happening, her demented niece penetrate Ziccarra's shoulders, twisting them like gears before yanking them out. What happened next was vital to the survival of Ziccarra's children, instead of a normal more humane yell; she released a monstrous feral yell.
Blood and shoulder tendon erupt from Z's shoulder ironically like a volcano rendering any type of hand to hand parry obsolete.
As Zeon again struck her sides with the teeth, Ziccarra released another feral roar; almost louder than the last. As the teeth went plowing into her breastbone, The Warden of the False Bay collapsed to the ground, surrounded by a pond of her own blood.
There was no point in trying to fight anymore, she was dead. Her brain just didn't process it yet. "
"Usted tenía razón. Merezco morir. Por lo que hice con mi país y mi familia. Pero Zeon, estás cometiendo los mismos errores. Y por eso, no puedo dejarte vivir." (You were right. I deserve to die. For what I did to my country and my family. But Zeon, you are making...the same mistakes. And for that, I cannot let you live)
Ziccarra's cerulean blue eyes blink once, and then again but never opened again. However in the distance, more beast drew near. They heard her calls, the smelled their sweat, the smelled the blood; and knew there was a feast to be had. A whole pack of hellhounds push through dark depths of the pit towards Zeon and Ziccarra's carcass
About halfway through the battle, Ziccarra realized the only way to truly save her family. Was to cut off the head. Both of them.