The Revenge
Cursed II - Chapter 3

Loved.
She was loved.
She loved.

It was now memories. They sacrified him, for some obscure military goals. The keeper of the complex is dead, but that's to forget that she - and only she - is the guardian of Avalon.
They mistook about Fox Arès being that guardian. No matter.

Now, there is nothing left but sorrows.
She hardly prepared herself to see her lover to die from the curse which condamned him, and he finally sacrified himself for his friends, for La Meute. How much would have she give to dissuade him to do so? Whatever that thousands would have died, innocents or not.
It was the problem. Fox's abnegation. He would have never accepted such a behaviour. She would never have convainced him. She saw him dying for his ideals, under her eyes, from her hands. She shortened his agony, she couldn't bear to see him in his sufferings.
And that day, she cursed the humanbeing. The very same humanbeing she raised from the dust. Never the words of her sister Daji were that painful : "you'll never be accepted from the humanity, you'll be always hated from all".

She recreated the humanity from the samples Avalon keeped in itself. She saw them growing, she was proud of her creation like she would be proud of childs. She thought that her childs will never repeat the mistakes of the previous humanity.
Bothan the Godess, such a lovely name!

Something wasn't planned. The rebirth of the worst threat of the humanbeing, Aesir. Fox Arès was then the foe.
Irony of the fate, she slowly began to appreciate the one who keeped Aesir in his body despite the curse which condamned him. Thanks to Fox Ares who teached her that life could bring some happiness and even love. That attachment ctoward Arès hanged into love that she never has hoped before.
Humanity wasn't her main concern then, she had found love, she had created a perfect world. She hoped that Aesir will let her to have a peaceful life. The Alpha seemed to give her that chance, and she cherished all those days when she was with Fox Arès.
That universe was as fake as a theater scene, which collapsed the same day he sacrified himself. How dare the humans to remove her only reason to live?!

Declaration of war
That's how she interpreted the murder of her lover.
She, who betrayed her own nation, who even killed her own sister, to give the humanity a new hope, is that how they thanked her?
Blasphemy!
Madness!
They must pay for their heresies... She now has nothing to lose.
Those humans, those larvas... Showing no respect to what she hardly built. Bringing chaos. Everywhere, everytime.
Without her lover to hold back her anger, she'll bring destruction.
After all, that's what they ask for... Chaos.
Now that's the time of revenge.

Aimé.
Elle avait été aimée.
Elle avait aimé.

Il ne lui restait plus rien aujourd'hui de cet amour. On l'avait sacrifié, pour un quelconque objectif militaire. Le gardien du complexe n'était plus, mais c'était oublier qu'elle, et elle seule, en était la gardienne. Ils s'étaient mépris sur le compte de Fox Arès.
Peu importait.
Maintenant, il ne lui restait plus rien d'autre que des regrets.
Elle s'était difficilement préparée à voir mourir Fox du mal qui le rongeait, il s'était finalement sacrifié pour que ses amis survivent bien avant l'échéance de sa malédiction. Combien aurait-elle donné pour l'en dissuader, quitte à ce que tant de milliers d'autres meurent, innocents ou non.
C'était bien là tout le problème. L'abnégation de Fox. Jamais il n'aurait accepté, jamais elle ne l'aurait convaincu. Elle l'avait vu mourir pour ses idéaux, sous ses yeux.
Et ce jour là, elle avait maudit l'humanité qu'elle avait elle-même élevé. Jamais les dernières paroles de sa soeur Daji ne résonnaient autant en elle. "Tu ne seras jamais acceptée de l'humanité, tu seras haïe de tous".

Elle avait recréée l'humanité, et s'était amusée de regarder sa création grandir, évoluer. Fière de voir que ces enfants ne réitéraient pas les même erreurs que l'humanité précédente.
Bothan la déesse, ca sonnait bien!

Un grain de sable dans cette parfaite mécanique pourtant, l'apparente résurrection de la pire menace de l'humanité, Aesir. Ironie du destin, elle s'était attachée à celui qui hébergeait Aesir en son corps, qui le rongeait.
Un attachement qui avait muté en un amour inespéré.
L'humanité lui importait peu désormais, elle avait trouvé l'amour, elle s'était créée un univers parfait.
Un univers qui s'était pourtant avéré fait de carton-pâte, qui s'est écroulé le jour même de son sacrifice. Comment ont-ils osé lui enlever son unique raison d'être?

Une déclaration de guerre.
Voilà comment Bothan a interprété le meurtre de son amant.
Elle qui avait tourné le dos à sa propre nation, jusqu'à tuer sa propre soeur Daji pour les sauver, voilà comment les humains la remerciaient? Blasphème! Folie! Ils devaient payer de cette hérésie...

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About Cursed II : For the moment you only know the last parts of that ... season... When she's melancholic. I thought you could appreciate to see the beginning =P
Bothan can be a deadly vixen. That's for such a purpose she was initially created, after all. Be sure that noone will escape her anger that day. And that will bring other sorrows after...

I recently saw the Three years of terror's animation (on the left of that page, click!), and that background reminded me that I once did such one. Time for submitting it again!


Kitsune Bothan © Amiral Aesir

Sketched and lined the 1st July 2007. Colored with watercolors the 2th July 2007.