AGG: HSS: Lorelei 4

Lorelei 4

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Commissioned by Ichypa

Word Count: 1001

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I peered upon my latest notes regarding Shizi and desperately desired a stiff drink.

<This woman is starting to irritate me.> Ereshkigal muttered beneath her breath.

+I do not expect Warriors to comport themselves, as life must be lived to the fullest, but this mockery shall not stand.+ Morrigan seethed.

/It is good that Hel is not present for this travesty, elsewise we would be beset by her screeching./ Anubis sighed.

I could not help but agree with my three constant companions. Once again, I was meeting with Shizi to evaluate, assess, and heal what ails her mind. Once more, the Dhamphir is proving to be the worst possible patient.

One might wonder how she frays my nerves so.

Was she a screeching maniac, lusting for blood and vengeance? No.  Most certainly not. By all means she was the very height of practicality in terms of violence, especially for one raised from birth for battle.

Was she slipping further into depression? No. From what I can discern from her dry wit and iron tongue, she was solidly and completely set in her current depression. She lived in her sea of misery and wallowed in it with glee. Indeed, she seemed quite comfortable and entrenched in her current depression.

So, why did I and all my gods of judgement have trouble with her?

The answer is simple.

She is speaking of a completely normal night as an achievement.

To explain further, she’d watched a movie with Li Song, ate dinner with him, and made small talk.

And, now she believes she’s cured and no longer needs help.

Now, while some patients can mark such a thing as progress, that was not the case for Shizi. She is a functional being, capable of action, reaction, and daily living with relative ease. By all means, if I left her alone, I’m sure that she could live her whole life peacefully, if the world was peaceful. However, once again, the errors that pertain to her are not daily living and the ability to socialize, it’s her inability to do anything more than the bare minimum with an individual who she would die for, and who would die for her.

In short, she has been dating Li Song, yet has not so much held hands with him.

And, that is a travesty of the highest order, to the point where even Lord Anubis agrees.

/I hold little interest in romance, save for my pleasure in seeing lovers being united after death, but this is a travesty, as you say./ I could discern Anubis shaking his snouted head as his arms were crossed. His disapproval was clear. /When my jurisdiction was vast and Egypt claimed the sands, this would be seen as a farce of a courtship, especially given their respective station./

<Indeed! Even when considering it from norm of societies past, this woman is beyond help!.> Ereshkigal, the most romantic of the gods within my head, and who adored warriors who fought to the very end, lambasted Shizi without hesitation. <She sees close proximity as a triumph, when mere close acquaintances can easily achieve such a feat!>

+This woman makes a mockery of victory. It is as though she’s lost so much, that she doesn’t even know what it means to be the victor!+ Morrigan’s words were interspersed with more than a bit of rage. Both she and Hel were becoming more and more recalcitrant in regards to the Dhamphir. She was talented, loyal, and capable, admirable traits to any warrior goddess, yet she was also insufferable in a myriad of ways. Her noble qualities served to accentuate her failings to an absurd degree. +Indeed, this woman’s contrasts are what make her so terrible. She’s a mix of good and bad. Worthy and unworthy! Bah! Why can’t more people of this age simply pick a single path and stick to it, as Li Song does!”

The answer to that was simply the fact that Li Song was a wholly separate existence from all others. In fact, comparing everyone to him was the very height of folly. One cannot use an extreme as a measure of means. Against the most grievous of evils, anyone can be seen as a saint. Against the most virtuous of saints, anyone can be seen as a sinner. It was an orthodox manner of considering things, perhaps a bit too bent towards the church’s teachings, but there was a lesson learned is a lesson learned.

I sat in silence and in consideration of Shizi’s profile for a few more moments, as my company digested my words.

/We are still going to force her romance along, yes? It remains the only thing that is forcing her from her shell./

<Stopping our meddling in her romance would be foolish, even with that in mind. Facilitating her recovery remains our best bet.>

+Get this woman laid and sated before I tear her damn head off.+

Ah, of course, that remained the plan.

Since Li Song forced Shizi upon me, I would force Shizi upon him in turn. Turnabout is fair play, at least for now, as far as we were concerned. While I can certainly strive to be above pettiness, and strive to be the better individual, the benefits to forcing Shizi to interact with Li Song to greater and greater heights was apparent. The Dhamphir can, indeed, best be served by being rogered senseless.

At least to the point where I can have a night of peace and silence to myself.

/Naturally, that is merely a benefit due to proper alignment of the scales./

And, I do not say that only because she’s nearly driven me to drink.

<I agree. We are above such pettiness. We look after our subjects. We do not stoop to their level.>

Honest.

+Hopefully, she won’t be able to walk straight for days, so we can have more than a single night of peace.+