Family Reunion
Sonya, Fire Emblem Echoes
Electrocution, burning, snuff.
When Celica's army is scattered by Jedah, Sonya finds herself face to face with two not-so-familiar faces.

I'm hoping to do an entire series of Celica's army coming to unfortunate ends after being separated in the Tower of Duma, and started off with Sonya.

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Sonya can't comprehend why Celica would trust Jedah. Of course his deal was wrought with deception, the man serves Duma and the divine dragon’s madness infects him with ease. Any man who would abandon his own daughters only to sell them into witch-dom later does not deserve trust, and yet. She believed him.

Now, Celica's forces, Sonya included, have been scattered throughout the Tower of Duma, and that is one place you do not want to be alone. Worst of all, they have been scattered by magic, thrust into unfamiliar rooms with no warning, and no chance to prepare.

Being alone and unprepared in a place like this is often lethal. Still, Sonya is a mage. A skilled one, at that. If anyone can make it out on their own, it might just be her. Until, however, she opens a door and feels a powerful magic yank her inside.

It starts at her feet, pulling her off balance, and she falls, head cracking against the unforgiving stone floor before she is dragged along it, knowing the rough stone is scraping her up and snagging her robes. And, sure enough, by the time she comes to a stop on the center of the dimly lit room, her robes are ragged.

She rises to her feet, looking around frantically as she brings a hand to her head, checking for blood. As her eyes adjust, she begins to process who is in the room with her. And begins to prepare a spell, knowing she'll need much more than a basic fire spell here.

“Too late, dear sister,” Hestia’s voice rings out, almost mocking. A bolt of lightning flashes from her hand, catching Sonya in the chest. The current isn't lethal, but it's enough to disrupt the mage’s control over her muscles, forcing them to convulse. She cries out in pain, as she falls to the stone floor once more, twitching and spasming.

“We're so glad you've come back to us,” Marla adds, approaching her. She grabs a handful of Sonya's hair, and tugs her up to her feet, though Sonya is still dazed from the shock, and can hardly stand on her own.

“Neither of you… are yourselves…” she manages to mutter, hardly recognizing her sisters in their current state. “You're monsters. I'm going to help you…”

Awh, calling your own sisters monsters?” Hestia coos. “That's low, Sonya. Besides, we're much stronger now than ever before. If anyone needs help right now, it's you.”

This statement is matched with a motion. As Marla releases Sonya, Hestia places a hand on each of her shoulders, and smiles wickedly. There is no bolt of lightning this time, as she channels the current directly into Sonya's flesh. It starts out lower this time, just enough to paralyze her, but as Hestia raises the intensity, Sonya's muscles begin to strain within her.

They flex, release, flex, release, causing intense pain, but through some magic between her sisters, Sonya does not fall, or even move and inch. She begins the feel the flesh beneath her sister's hands heating up, and wisps of smoke pass between Hestia’s fingers as the skin is charred.

All she can do is scream, until finally Hestia lets up. Control returns to her, though something still keeps her from moving. She trembles from the pain, each and every muscle in her body aching from the strain.

“Now, sister, if you join us… we can make all of this stop. And you'll be stronger than ever before,” Marla offers, delicately stroking Sonya's cheek.

“Never,” she says, with a finality that masks how desperate she is becoming. There really seems to be no way out of this, and each time her sister's assault her she grows weaker. Before long even the simplest spell would be enough to spell her end.

Then, the current starts up again. This time, however, both Marla and Hestia lay hands on her, and it is much stronger than before. Sonya feels the muscles of her bladder contract, before they loosen, and her piss rushes out of her. Her cry of pain becomes mingled with one of shame, as her sisters mock her for the unavoidable release.

With every drop rushing out of her, her piss splatters against the stone for quite some time, puddling beneath her feet. Once finished, they ramp up the electricity again, and Sonya knows she can't take much more. Everything's so hot, she can practically feel her mind cooking from the shocks tearing through her body. She collapses, falling to her knees in the puddle of her own piss, both of her sisters maintaining their grip.

“Say the word and this ends, Sonya,” one of them says, but she can no longer distinguish their voices, addled as she is.

There is a thought, struggling against the fog, against the pain and the confusion Sonya feels. Something about what just happened… about how she fell… and then it breaks through. If she fell, they're no longer restricting her. The current coursing through her is enough to keep her down, but it doesn't stop her mind. Not enough, at least.

She calls on that old familiar power, the magic that she's relied on so many times, letting it fill her just as she electric current she struggles against does. She's exhausted, weak, and nearly at the end of her rope. As such, she knows this will spell her end.

But Sonya would rather go out fighting. By the time her sisters sense the magic she's called forth, it is too late. Sonya releases all that energy, and a fiery nova engulfs the room, turning it into an incinerator. The cost of the spell is too great, however, and she fades from life long before she sees the flames. For a few brief seconds, the heat and flames within that room burn brightly, before sputtering out.

Two flashes of light come after as the twisted bodies of Hestia and Marla collapse in on themselves, their lives ending in that peculiar fashion that is unique to witches. Sonya is left behind, a crumpled charred corpse. The first of Celica's party to meet a grisly end after Jedah’s (not so unexpected) betrayal.