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Post by The Joshness ™ on Jun 26, 2006 18:54:31 GMT -5
Through the dead of night they rode through the fields and pastures of people unknown to them, heading south. Massive beasts, resembling horse like creatures. Though they were significantly larger, and dead, with decaying flesh and eyeless faces. Teeth the size of daggers and a mane as long and black as the history of evil itself, these beasts rode in 2 lines single file bound together with ancient metal chains, all of which was connected to a cryptic Carriage they pull forcefully through crops and fields. Plowing through it all with no sign of strain or tire, these monsters were rotting to the point where their flesh has nearly completely fallen off, leaving patches of hair and rotten skin. There is no possible way these creatures could have any real soul, but they must and they do. The carriage itself, around 15 feet in length and about 6 ft in width, made of a sturdy black wood with shinney silver trim and fine, thread side slivers of the same silver making dozens of fine Rose designs on the surface of the wood. The wheels are composed of expertly crafted bone, shaped and molded into strong wheels. Atop this dark carriage is a hunched over figure in a hooded cloak, concealing its body completely while is steadily grips the reigns of the beasts pulling the Carriage with a lazy attitude.
Inside the Carriage the scenery is lit with a dim lamplight, nearly all of the interior is covered with fine silks, expensive fabrics from far away countries. Muffled voices and whimpers are heard from one of the many shadows before a bottle of Rum hurdles through the air and explodes on a wall, next to a portrait of the Grim Reaper. Soon following the bottle would be Whore, as Dark would throw her at the wall with it to land in the shards of glass for his own amusement. Whore and Dark were constantly fighting, always taunting one another over everything. It would seem that Dark has the upper hand most of the time, but his best card he could never play. For it would be dealt to him as well, thusly leaving him to make many minor victories while she eternally holds the biggest Victory just above his reach. While Whore lay against the wall, sprawled out in whatever position she had landed in, Dark would come down upon up with a heavy force, pinning her arms down at the elbows his his hands and placing his knees to dig into her thighs. Dark's locks fall next to his face, giving her tunnel vision right to his eyes, piercing into her, THEIR soul. Staying like this for moment, attempting to signify his dominance over her, Dark swiftly headbutts her in the face with his forehead. Surely breaking her nose, even fracturing her skull. Though being what she is it would be merely a minute or so before she could heal it.
Dark laughs at her, standing up while she either became stunned, or writhed in her pain. Whatever it is she would do. The chains wrapped firmly around his right arm leap down at her with intent of encircling her neck with their hot steal, then dragging her to him with the outcome of her chain covered neck to end up in the grip of his right hand. After which, he would raise her to his eye level, a solemn frown on his face, allowing Whore to lash out on him while the chains about her never slowly tightened, cutting off her air supply. Dark had no intention of killing her, he just enjoys seeing her on the threshold of death, the noises she makes and the writhing she does. He has yet to say a word, since he got into the carriage with her upon their leaving, but 90% of her time with him isn't spent talking. It was mutual for the both of them that neither of them talk without necessity. His eyes watched her carefully when she would start to slip into unconsciousness from asphyxiation, about this time, while she was most vulnerable, he releases the chains and the free her to breath once more. But this doesn't stop Dark from grabbing her by the hair on the back of her head, pulling her face close to his and entering a deep, sensual kiss. While his right hand had her hair, his left one roamed her soft, angelic skin. Groping her supple breasts, the twines of barbed wire tear both his flesh and her own, smearing blood on the both of them. Every poke and tear of his skin makes him more aggressive, and more dominant. Thrusting the both of them against the wall, he pushes her hard into the silk covered wall, jamming her wings into her back and against the hard surface. He doesn't notice, or care. His hands are more occupied with her body to worry about her wings, or what discomfort he is giving her. His hands find their way to her thighs, lifting her off the ground by them, digging the wire into both his hands and her thighs, and in this position, nearly all the force of her weight is in his grip on her thighs and her back against the wall. His tongue, though cold as he is, is very enticing, searching every crevice of her mouth and forcing even her tongue into its desire filled domination. This is how it normally goes between the two of them.
While the dark carriage rode through the country side towards the south, the dark forces and even Lucien himself would sense Darks impending Arrival. He was but a Necromancer, but he is also a beacon of death to all signs of life, good or bad. While the dark Carriage rode, all life in its wake extinguished under Darks shadow. Plants shriveled to dust, deer collapsed to powdered bone before hitting the ground. All of the life his aura touches, is drained with ease. Though humans, souls with a conscious, are much harder to tap than this. Homes that are passed, the families cry, bursting into tears at the very moment while his darkness touches their very souls and the family dog is a corpse before their eyes. Dark, and his Whore, were going to Lucien, the darkness attracted him in promise of carnage, and nothing less than a chance to put Whore to work. Leaving behind them a path of black earth, they rode.
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Post by † The Jaxness † on Jun 26, 2006 23:59:07 GMT -5
In the midst of yet another one of their fights, Whore was thrown from the shadows of the carriage to land against the opposite wall, shards of the glass bottle digging into her wings and the exposed parts of her back. Bracing the hit without a wince, she lay flat against the carriage wall, her left foot resting slightly on one of the silken pillows previously thrown to the floor. Before she had time to blink, Dark was upon her, pinning her arms down, removing any hopes of her getting up for his strength far surpassed her own. His knees dug into her thighs, firmly placing her attire of barbed wire into her pale skin which instantly drew blood. As his face was brought close to hers, his hair blocked out what was left of the dim light. Sneering back into his face at that dominant glare, she sensed what was coming and instantly spit into his eyes, smiling in satisfaction before he brought his forehead down to headbutt her in the face.
Not one immune to pain, Whore felt her nose crack and give under his hard skull as blood ran from her nostrils to pass over her lips and drip from her chin. Momentarily closing her eyes in an attempt to ignore the blinding white hot light, Dark got off of her and laughed. Bringing up one hand to wipe her nose, she opened her eyes to look at her bloodied hand. A smug look on her face, she looked up to mutter "Pussy...." before he whipped up his chains to wrap them around her neck. The steel digging into her skin and pulling her hair, she felt intense pressure on her jugular as he wrapped his massive hands over the chains, lifting her from the ground to look him in the eyes. Not risking words, she withheld her breathe as the chains tightened. This not being the first time she was strangled, she took short gasps to keep her mind from going into a state of panic. Feeling her head became light and the space around her start to go black, she brought up both of her hands to cling at his wrist, twisting and clawing at his skin in an attempt to get him to let go. Knowing full well that he wouldnt kill her, she couldnt help but want to be out of such an uncomfortable position.
Just before she slipped into unconsciousness, he released the chains on her throat, leaving her choking and gasping for air as the blackness of the space around her began to fade away. Bringing one of her small hands to her neck, she continued to breathe deep breaths to help clear her head so she would be ready for his next brutal advance. All too soon, he grabbed her by the hair, bringing her forward to meet him in his deep, forceful kiss. Closing her eyes, she knew better then to try and pull away. Her previous efforts having been wasted and later punished, she gave in to his fierce demands, but all the while not stopped from having her own pleasures. Allowed few wishes, Dark had allowed her to keep her nails long and sharp, for her own enjoyment as well as his. As his left hand started its own journey across her partially naked body, groping her breasts and pressing against previously given bruises on her soft skin, she brought up her hands to his neck. Giving a slight impression of deepening the kiss by bringing his head closer, she instantly dug her nails into the back of his neck, feeling blood well up and pool around the tips of all ten of her fingers.
This seeming to have made him all the more vigorous, he slammed her into the wall of the beautifully decorated carriage, smearing trails of blood left from the wire's cuts on the expensive silk while crushing her wings against the hard wall. Any damage inflicted upon her fragile wings bringing her instant pain, she instinctively dragged her nails down from his neck to his shoulders, tearing up the skin. As he grabs her thighs and lifts her feet, she wrapped her legs around his waste and locked her ankles together behind his back to keep herself from slumping to the floor. Having become accustomed to large amounts of pain during her time with Dark and his abuse, she ignored the slight annoyance of pain the barbed wires inflicted. While she was his personal slave and protector, Whore was as disobedient as she was beautiful. Forever ridden with a bad attitude and snide remarks, she remained difficult and untamed during the times she wasnt given a direct order, that of which she was forever cursed follow. Unfortunately, during her many situations of punishment, her body often gave in to her master's dark advances. Her rebelious mind wanting to defy and dislike Dark's evil pleasures, her body ignored her mental defenses and was overcome by the pure ecstasy of his constant infliction of pain.
Knowing she was going to hate herself for it later, her submission drove her to force her tongue past his and into his mouth, the blood on her lips further enflaming the kiss for she knew her master's lust for blood. Having taken on a liking of the taste herself, she tightened the muscles in her legs, gripping his waist tighter while her nails stayed pierced in his shoulders. The ride south being a long one, the road on which they traveled was ridden with stones, making the carriage jostle around during the events that took place inside the horse driven coach.
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Post by Nakodai on Jul 6, 2006 12:27:10 GMT -5
“Give me a moment.” Nakodai gazed at them from where she stood near the edge of the steps, her long hair fluttering in the heavy wind. Her expression was grave. She turned, and in a single, graceful motion she picked up the body of the demon that Lucien had stripped of its essence and carried it down the steps. She stopped at the edge of the crowd, looking around at all the other demons, and laid him at their feet. They stared at her, and she nodded. “Dakara. Do what you must.” She said quietly, and stepped back as the demons fell upon their lifeless one and devoured its body, committing it back to the earth that created it.
There was nothing she could do but watch the ancient ritual, and do her best to quell the memories it stirred. That was another time, she told herself, another life, and she would not make such a grievous error again.
When she rejoined the two men her eyes were velvet fire, slow and smouldering. “It is an easy thing to let go, to have all those who would defy you tremble in the wake of your power, to inspire fear in the hearts of man and demon alike with the lives you take and the blood on your hands; I have done it.” She sighed, casting a long, lingering look at Lucien.
“But fear is not the same as respect, and that kind of power never lasts.”
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Post by lucien on Jul 12, 2006 13:44:26 GMT -5
As Lucien began walking toward his destination, Nakodai excused herself, with a wave of his hand he turned his attention to Renthor. "You may call me Lucien." Not long after he had finished his introduction did Nakodai seemingly challenge him.
"It is an easy thing to let go, to have all those who would defy you tremble in the wake of your power, to inspire fear in the hearts of man and demon alike with the lives you take and the blood on your hands; I have done it. But fear is not the same as respect, and that kind of power never lasts.”
Lucien slowly turned towards her, his power quickly surpassed it's previous point, making all those in sight of him recoil as if they had just been slapped by an icy hand. "My dear, you have done nothing comperable to that which I have done. In war fear is greater than a thousand swords. If the enemy fears me before battle starts then there is that much less blood that needs to be spilled. Fear lasts as long as there is reason to fear. It is better to be feared than loved, if they fear the reprocussions of mutiny than they will obey with out question, but for those who use respect, it is that much more likely that their decisions will be second guessed." Lucien's tone was no different than normal, it was flat, emotionless, deadly.
As Lucien continued to walk one of his top ranking soldiers approached Nakodai. "Watch thy mouth. Just because you, a backwards demon may not respect him does not mean we all feel like you." A few steps into the lair, Lucien announced to all that could hear, "We have company." It was evident that he was not refering to any of those in his company. He took one of his soldiers aside and told him to guide the Necromancer to him, when he arrived. After a short walk the group came to the colosseum, soon after Lucien took up his spot on the throne, some of the demons would be brought in for the Hell's gate keeper to deal with.
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Post by Nakodai on Jul 24, 2006 3:59:35 GMT -5
Nakodai lowered herself to one knee before Lucien, her ears flat against her dark hair, and when she spoke her voice was soft, the very tone of demure submission. “Pardon my disregard for your feelings, sire. I merely meant that in my personal experiences I have not found that particular method to be very appealing or successful, but perhaps it has become unavoidable in recent centuries. I regret phrasing my thoughts so improperly that you would find challenge in them, as that was not my intention.” She stood, and in a language only he would understand, she said, "Ore wa mune itayo. Reirutsu o nie'ta, ni shansa kyfrentu."
You may do as you please. But make no mistake, I am not intimidated.
Despite herself she had been intrigued by the man Renthor and the spectacle he promised, so she settled herself on the railing that overlooked the colluseum's pit, effortlessly maintaining her balance and graceful expression as she waited for things to be under way.
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Post by The Joshness ™ on Jul 27, 2006 23:52:56 GMT -5
Dark Was never full from her, from her Life and her Flesh alike. He blatantly puts her life at risk day in and day out, the destruction of her exquisite body as well with nothing less than complete disregard. But at times like these, in these moments, she is the most addictive substance he’s experienced. So he attempts to fill this desire with her, scraping at her soft but firm body with his nails, giving her rough bites and snaps along the nape of her neck and periodically slamming her against just about everything he can. The carriage came to a slowing halt as they approached Lucien’s lair, his abode, his throne if you will. He and Whore were nearly 10 minutes from stopping, the carriage always required some deceleration, unable to come to an utter and complete stop in full trot. “We’re still alive. We’re welcomed.” Dark proceeded to drop her right where she stood, laid, whatever it may be and moving to a table in the corner. Upon this table was an assortment of weapons, books and garments for Dark himself, all of which he conceals quickly about his person. The books were phased into the death realm, waiting for him to call them forth once more, among these few books is the unholy Necronomicon. Yes, his 2nd most prized possession, the Necronomicon (an original) was pried from the smoldering corpse of an ancient Egyptian priest many MANY years ago. He has had it for so long and had barely managed to tap the secrets it holds within. Supposedly, there is conjuration of Death itself within its bindings, a manual to raise the Reaper in its entirety on that of your enemy.
Dark turned to Whore, with a impatient look on his face “You are to do as I say, understood? One fucking comment like you made in the Raja’s court and I swear ill pull your tongue out myself, and again every single time it grows back!” He was growling now, he’s done it before of course, she cracked a sarcastic remark and he pried open he mouth and yanked the slippery devil clean out. That’s hut her up for nearly a decade before she began again. He’s been threatening to do it again ever since. Whore, if she needed to do anything, had her time while the Carriage came to an abrupt halt. “We’ve arrived, let us not be lazy.” Dark himself was not a friendly looking person, and when the door of that carriage came wide open, there was darkness engulfing the entire area, the only light beaming out the doorway and looking down upon the world outside was Dark, seeming shinning the transports light. The Necromancer steps off of the door of the carriage and onto the dirt, the world cringing with the weight of his evil. The rotten horse demons bellows and neigh loudly, for when Whore removed herself from the Carriage it rapidly corroded into something else. The wood rotted away, the horse demons collapsed into death and half decayed, the cloaked figure driving it turned to dust in the wind. All light vanished from within the condemned vessel. He would wait for something to guide him in from there.
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Post by Domar on Jul 29, 2006 15:01:50 GMT -5
Renthor had split off from Lucien and the lady almost instantly after Lucien introduced himself. He walked towards the fighter’s entrance, listening to It as Renthor received instructions on how to reach the arena and what to do once he entered it. Renthor liked most of the suggestions, but one he was adamant about not doing. Yes it would be a great display of power, but he didn't feel like killing any of the spectators, thus angering Lucien. 'If you are to afraid to anger that man then let me take care of the infidels and traitors,' The voice blared in Renthor's head. “Shut it now!” Renthor yelled not caring if anyone heard, “Just remember that without me you have no real hold upon this world.” He then took a few breaths to calm himself down and walked into the Pit.
He stood at his entrance and cleared his mind. He didn’t care whether the crown hissed or cheered he needed total concentration or It would take complete control of him. After a few seconds he called out to the crowd, “My name is Renthor, the Unholiest of the Holy, but it is not me or It you must fear, but rather you should fear what we can do to you.” Renthor then placed his feet far apart and hunched over in exertion. Suddenly the sound of snapping bone filled the air and a large hump appeared on Renthor’s back. A moment later out that hump burst something that that most creatures could never imagine, even in their nightmares. The thing looked like the skeleton of a demon with a dragon’s head and 10-foot long claws. It was the size of a large house even though only half of it, from the waist up, was showing. It looked like black vines and strings of moss were growing on it in random places and chains snaked their way all throughout its skeletal body. The only things that seemed alive were the glowing red pinpoints of light that made its eyes. The spine of the beast was attached to Renthor’s back right where the hump had been. Then the creature spoke. 'And I,' it said with a sadistic smile, “I am Xthenopheth and regardless of what the fool I’m attached to said you should fear me.’
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Post by lucien on Aug 14, 2006 17:08:40 GMT -5
A soldier wearing demonic armor approached the Necromancer's carriage. "Come, Lucien has been expecting you. Hurry and you may yet catch the show that is about to get underway." From thence forward the soldier remained silent as he lead Dark and Whore toward Lucien. After trudging through the expanse of tunnels the group would finally emerge not too far from Lucien and Nakodai. Once the distance between the groups was closed, the soldier dropped to a knee, then turned and left. Leaving Lucien, Nakodai, Dark and Whore to watch as Renthor put on a display of his power.
Lucien merely blinked as the demon sprouted from Renthor. The main reason behind Lucien's lack of surprise was due to the fact that he was expecting it from Hell's Gate Keeper. Not long after the demon introduced itself did the Necromancer show up. "Ah, you are just in time to witness the power of Hell's Gate Keeper. So far it promises to be quite a show." The way in which Lucien spoke made it sound as though they were all just watching a play and nothing more.
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Post by † The Jaxness † on Aug 19, 2006 13:01:53 GMT -5
All she could do was stand there and take it, trying to keep herself from lashing out at him in response to his scratches and bites. Every throw, every toss he made of her, sending her slamming into opposite sides of the carriage, it was all she could do to keep herself from fighting back. The barbed wire cut deep, but the gashes began to heal almost as fast as she had recieved them. Her flesh coming together and sealing itself, the only evidence of the woulds were the faint scars they left behind. Hearing him announce their arrival, she braced herself for what she knew was coming. He dropped her where she was, her head slamming into the hard wooden floor as she closed her eyes in winced. Knowing better then to utter a single word, she got back to her feet, peering out the window at the passing scenery of Lucien's lair. Raising a brow, she didnt think too greatly of it, her travels with dark had surely shown her an expanse of unholy places, this one was like every other. Though she wasnt one to jump to conslusions, she kept her first impressions to herself, knowing she just might be in store for something different.
As her master went to the table in the corner to gather his weapons, he concealed what he would be needing most, without a doubt grabbing that damned book of his. As he turned to her with his impatient tone and gave her the usual speech of obeying his commands, she sighed and rolled her eyes. Althought she couldnt help but smirk when he brought up the event in Raja's court. She had made a rather sarcastic comment to Raja's pretty wife, merely stating that for a lady of such a high title, she couldn't help but fool around with her body guard. She had without a doubt known it was true before the woman's gasp in surprise. Her angelic powers all but gone, she had sensed the queen's infidelity like stink on a pig. And even though it resulted in Dark ripping out her tongue, the story never lost its humor.
After 'his darkness' (as she was so fond of calling him) stepped from the carriage, it lifted up several inches as a great weight was lifted. Stepping out after him, making sure to fold her wings entirely behind her so they wouldnt scrape against the carriage doors, her small feet came off the steps and onto the hard ground. The neighing of the demon horses came to an abrupt halt as they fell way into nothing more then a pile of dust along with the carriage.
Looking to take in her new surroundings, she stretched her arms and legs from the journey, wincing a bit from the many bruises and abrasions still taking place on her smooth, pale skin. Hearing footsteps, she leaned over and looked around the bulk of Dark's body, seeing a soldier coming towards them, adorned in heavy armor. He gave them the invitation to a 'show', after expressing Lucien's expectations of their arrival. As she followed behind Dark through the dark tunnels, they came upon another couple. The man, undoubtedly Lucien, was sitting beside a woman of which she didnt recognize. Although she usually made her status known to new people, her attention was drawn elsewhere. Turning her gaze to a man with a rather large creature coming out of his back. This must be the 'show' the soldier had been referring to. Crossing her arms under her chest, she continued to watch, throwing several glances at Dark to see if he had any oncoming requests of her.
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Post by The Joshness ™ on Aug 19, 2006 13:30:09 GMT -5
Dark had not said a word since he had left the interior of the carriage, even after being greeted by the guard. He simply followed him with intense silence that just echoed off of him, this sometimes make other people uncomfortable to be around him. Walking down the halls and such, he could feel the dark presence of some nasty people, without a doubt there would be more to show eventually. At the same time he wonders how their enemies could resist the temptation of just raiding the place in an ambush, but who knows the traps ready to be sprung here. Indeed Dark had arrived on time for a show, but a show with any promising attributes? He highly doubted so. The Beast cometh, and had spoke with its vile tongue, and so shall his wrath be impotent. A single thought, merely a seconds worth of effort came to Whore like a stream of commands.
<He’s a show off, let us show just how pointless it is to be one.>
With that Dark had given her all the info she needed, using the chains bound to his arm, he reels back and cracks it on the ground with a crashing effect splitting the very stone it hits. Once the ground had split a black fog creeps out of the ground making his lower half disappear beneath its shade. Dark laughs “Is it necessary that people be so flashy??” His voice was deep and strong, echoing effortless through the room and several halls afterwards. It was time for Whore to act.
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Post by † The Jaxness † on Aug 19, 2006 16:37:08 GMT -5
<He's a show off, let us show just how pointless it is to be one.>
In an instant, her head snapped up, a stream of commands coming from Dark via telepathy. Within seconds, she had her orders, and since her resurrection, she was bound to him, unable to disobey. Everything else, thoughts, visions, and ideas, disappeared.
As commanded, she lept up onto Dark's shoulders, balancing herself with ease. Outstretching her arms, closing her eyes and tilting her head back slightly, she spread her wings to their full span of 18 feet, a streak of black feathers along the top then pure white. Her body began to glow, illuminating the place with beams of holy essence and covering the entire room with her immeasurable power. Following the next string of commands without missing a beat, she ignited herslef in a fiery torrent of holy fire. Without an ounce of harm coming to her, she was encased in a pillar of spiraling blue flame. Her halo, now in full view over her head of white/blonde hair, shone bright, even through the flames.
Her arms came down from above her head to stretch out in front of her, roughly a foot apart. Some of the light her body emitted began to swirl together in her hands, coming to form something long and solid. An item appearing to be around 8 feet long laid in her hands, and it wasnt until the light faded that a long bow was visable, complete with a single arrow. The fog that was shading her master absorbed the light being cast upon it, giving it a glowing effect but instead of the bright white of holiness, it came out to be black rays of death shooting out in eavery direction.
"Being big and flashy means nothing unless you can prove your as big as you look. I Am Dark, the Angelic being on my shoulders is Whore. We were drawn here to assist you, Lucien."
It was Whore who said these words, her lips that moved, but it was Dark's voice that they heard, as if she was inside his head, speaking for him.
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Post by Nakodai on Sept 13, 2006 8:08:53 GMT -5
Nakodai sat at Lucien’s side, absently combing the last bits of ice from her long mane of dark hair as she watched the creature emerge from Renthor’s back, a skeletal mass with searing dragon’s eyes that looked very displeased indeed. It spoke; its voice a low, hollow rattling that made many of the lesser demons tremble.
Just then, a flurry of words drew her attention from the coliseum’s pit to the three figures standing in the doorway. The first, a soldier in demonic armor, dismissed himself almost immediately, leaving the newcomers with them on the platform. She surmised that these must be the ones Lucien had referred to when he mentioned the ‘guests’ he was expecting. The tall man looked out upon the gatekeeper and laughed, spouting some sarcastic remark about the necessities of showiness and becoming engulfed in a swirl of black fog. His winged companion followed suit, perching atop his shoulders, and the two quickly carried out a show of their own.
A long moment passed before Nakodai turned to Lucien, her deep violet eyes illuminated by the rays of light that danced across her face. “Are we having some sort of contest?” She asked quietly, raising an eyebrow in puzzlement. “I could do something flashy too, if you like…”
She trailed off as a distant voice caught her ear, echoing through the corridors. It was melodic and sweet-sounding, but may as well have belonged to a screaming banshee by the aura of its owner - and certainly not one familiar with the proper care of weaponry judging by the grating sound of metal against stone.
“I believe you have another guest, my liege.”
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Post by The Joshness ™ on Sept 18, 2006 13:53:42 GMT -5
“We have come to help you. It is time that that blight of a curse called ‘Happiness’ be smited and buried now. I will assure you, my Liege, if you let us fight for you, you will be far from disappointed.” Dark allowed Whore off his shoulders, by moving whether she fell or not. This was the means of ending the show. He Took a few steps towards Lucien himself “I am a war monger; I seek war and mayhem and reap the souls on their many fields of death. With Whore, I myself have been a part of every major war in the span of a millennia, more blood has been drawn by her graceful fingers than water that has been spilt of great waterfalls. In my servitude is the Necronomicon, Ive been using it for several hundred years now in attempt to do something yet to be preformed on mortal soil. Within its pages and many words i myself discovered a way to capture every soul fresh from their mortal cages and bind them to the book itself. With these souls, I plan to harness their power and rip open the gates of Hell itself.”
Dark nodded, hopefully grasping the attention of Lucien “The portal of Limbo to Hell is very narrow, almost a single file situation. Some spirits define it was a well or a shaft that leads you to the depths of hell. I have discovered a way to permanently open a physical gate to the realm of Lucifer. Giving any random Imp, Soul, or Demon the ability to step out of the burning embers of Hell, and onto the throats of mortals.” Dark motioned to Whore very slowly, grinning almost insanely “And SHE, she is the Wedge.”
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Post by Domar on Sept 21, 2006 10:36:32 GMT -5
Seeing that the show was being rudely disrupted Xthenopheth wave his hand, causing the traitors in the pit to explode into large chunks of gore, and yelled at the infadel whom claimed to have the power to create another Hell Gate. "Inscolent scum! How dare you claim to have the power to do what it took us, the four great Demon Lords, since the begining of time to do! That tainted bitch is more capable of becoming pure and heavenly again than she is to open a Hell Gate. I know. I was the one to finnaly discover how to create a Gate and it has no need of mortal souls or fallen angels! Now if you are done insulting Hell itself there are more importent things to do, such as hold up our part of the deal with Lucian.
With that said the entire room grew pitch black with the exception of Xthenopheth's eyes and a strange red glowing disk that was incased in Renthor's now open rib cage. All of the sounds of Hell were escaping from the disk and the sounds were followed by multitudes of demons, devils, and deamons. "Here are the minions that were promised to you Lucien. Make use of them as you please, for there is a whole world of them awaiting their chance to escape into this realm."
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Post by lucien on Oct 11, 2006 13:30:46 GMT -5
Lucien was not happy with Dark's interruption. As he gave his little display, Lucien seemingly ignored him. Once finished, and after Xenopheth finished berating him, Lucien emotionlessly said "I do not remember asking you for a display. I would suggest you not interrupt again. Even with that little book of yours, you would not be able to stand against my wrath. If you wouldn't have interrupted you might have heard that he IS the gate to hell."
As the demons spilled forth Lucien smiled, they would serve quite nicely. Things would definately be different this time around. There was only one ting left to insure his victory....The Phoenix Blade, which Elyza was supposed to be retrieving at that very moment. Then came the best news Lucien could recieve, he heard Elyza's voice carrying a pleased tone.
Now addressing every one before him he said "And here comes Elyza and the Phoenix Blade." Lucien's previous ill temperament vanished, leaving him looking quite pleased.
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