Valentines Curse

[Rafia Ragazzo]

Closed but not locked thread

Rafia sat shivering in the cold, he could hear dripping in the distance, apparently the small cave he had managed to crawl his way into wasn't as water tight as he had hoped, the wind was blowing furiously outside and it began to rain heavily. The Black Moss Forest… was there anything more wretched? The Cave smelt damp, but he was sure there were no animals crawling around, he could sense them and they had all taken other shelter. Rafia wouldn't be able to stay for very long, obviously the elf Ondessa was away, he had heard rumours she could sense any outsiders in the woods. He had a feeling the rumours were true… and if they were she was something to be feared.

Rafia was bruised and broken, his clothes were torn to shreds, his tunic hung in folds and shreds around his body, revealing several ribs that were exposed outside of his body, the fight with Discord had been hard enough, but gaining and loosing the phoenix blade had torn him apart, body and soul, the fight with Discord hadn't helped either, the blade had healed most of his wounds, but several still remained. He ran a silver clawed finger down the left side of his swollen burnt neck. He looked down at his fingers realising for the first time he had kept a small part of the blade, his nails once black and curved for now short, dagger sharp and metallic silver. He placed a nail in his mouth carefully and bit down… hard as rock.

Rafia had little energy left, but he would die eventually if he fell asleep in the freezing cold, he had one last spell left in his body, he had once created a creature when he was a god that would ignite itself harmlessly to ward off predators. Rafia concentrated silently; he closed his eyes and brought his fingertips together. He thought ruefully, When he was a god he had never felt the slightest sensation of cold, It was horrible, it crept into your veins and dug so deep you felt like you'd never feel warmth ever again. Rafia opened his eyes, purple smoke was beginning the feel the cave, it was a side effect of bringing a creature from his realm into the hell hole that was Morthika. Something buzzed with electricity, not heat, the portal was open but it was flailing wildly, it cracked and buzzed loudly. Something was very wrong… something else had travelled through. Rafia shielded himself and tried to lean further and further into the rock, shying away from the dreadportal.

[Rain Of The Sky]

Boredom had seeped into those corrupt veins, ennui setting in like a chilled mist settles upon the land. Her work in that far off kingdom done. A lover lost to the sands of ever oppressing time. So it was that the wayward Seraph had found herself alone, & wandering the vast expanse of the nighttime reality around her. It was hard to discern the passing of days, even the passage of time in a kingdom of eternal night, so that they ran one into each other an endless night bathed in the blood of the red moon that gave strange energy to it’s inhabitants. She found that in this time she often felt the want, even the need to be rid of the earth beneath her ever bare feet & fly upon the cushions of air that carried the moisture of her making.

It was in one of these times that those crimson tipped raven’s feathers did find her above an unfamiliar scene, the calling of her spirit’s deffence rousing a storm upon the land below, that billowing cloak of blue velvet, the tousling of which sounding like the pittering of rain drops upon the parched earth. The sound of thunder, the scene of lightning illuminating for seconds at a time the landscape of a forest beneath her. Tendrils of ebon splender, which crawled like darkness to a bit passed her ankles whipping in the ever present breeze that carried her as if upon a cloud. There had been a buzzing as if a portal had opened to her, a familiar presence lingering through the darkness to reach out to her like am omnipotent hand. The rain seething hither & none as if confused & disoriented, much like the Mistress that held it within her grasp. Eyes the color of midnight storms flashing in that magick of her making. The presence growing stronger as she approached a darkened cave. Descending from on high, The Mistress of Storms found a spot of earth, bare feet touching the wet earth, but peculiarly not growing damp or even sodden by the rain that seemed to fall now in sheets all around her, her form either melding with the droplets or reflecting them, as if she were a part of the storm herself.

In the darkness she would feel that presence from before, the omnipresence that called to her like the lover begging for their mate in the late night bedchamber. She’d find Him there, injured & broken upon the stone floor of the little cavern, huddled in the darkness that surrounded them like a cold wet shroud. There was a curious tilt to her head, as the sound of velvet against velvet brought her there, closer, ever closer to him. One word uttered from her lips, a question that would bring so many more upon her pale lips.
“Lord?...” [/i][/color][/size][/b]

[Rafia Ragazzo]

Rafia hissed at the mysterious creature that he had accidentally summoned, magic… it was worthless, magic as a god was something completely different, it was a right; it was as easy as scratching your ass, but as a mortal magic was consuming, like a flame that threatened to explode at any second. Whomever was on the other side of the drapes of mist he didn’t want to meet, he felt an uneasy essence, dark and old, yet oddly familiar. He hissed dangerously, his claws lifted, he was in no position to fight, if that thing wanted to kill him it would.

The Mist slowly began to part and a single word forced Rafia to lower his hands

“Lord?”

It was a word he had not heard in many years, especially addressed to him. He didn’t know how to respond, he could claim he was still a god, but nobody would believe him, his energy left him in sudden burst of worthlessness.

“Not anymore… I’m just Rafia now… a cat”

She said with a hiss at the end of his sentence.

“Who are you? And how do you know who I am? Was…”

The Mist had all but evaporated leaving the two of them alone; realisation began to strike him, black feathers, a beautiful woman, a powerful woman.

“An angel? My angel?”

He said quietly, his yellow eyes piercing through the darkness. His time in the mortal coil made thinking back to his days as a god harder and harder to comprehend, his memories were intact of course, but the acts as a god he performed were hard to remember or comprehend. He had created angels to surround him hadn’t he, to watch his creatures and protect them when he couldn’t, they were his charges, his loves. Or perhaps that was his oldest brother? His sisters...

“Who are you!?”

He said angrily, frustration was getting the better of him, he felt like a stupid old fool.

[Rain Of The Sky]

There was a stirring of feathers, crimson tipped wings meandering through the confined space of the cave, as concern seemed to shadow the paled countenance. The sound of silken grace, akin to falling spring rain echoed as the wayward seraph knelt slowly, a hand reaching for the once great God, her Creator Divine. The voice like the soft thunder in the distance sang through the darkness to touch the cat in the corner.

“I am Rahne, Mistress of Storms, Angel of Mists, Rain of the Sky.”

She rattled off the titles given her by right of creation. Drawing no closer to the presence with the glowing eyes in the corner.

“If indeed you are He, the perfect Divine, I am your angel. I knew not your name, but Rafia seems to fit.”

There was a smile, sad & compassionate, even through the corruption of darkness that shrouded those wings in ebon luster & blood red tips, tainted love bringing her to that wasteland of damnation. “Even the cat holds his divinity in the residual soul.” Came an answer to his question.

Rahne stood where she’d appeared. Feeling the uneasiness with which the creature that was her God lingered in the corner, in His shadow. Golden eyes a beacon to the hunger for destruction that curled around her immortal soul, like a lover’s embrace. But she stayed her distance, curiosity holding sway over the need to do evil. As he’d changed in many ways so had she. No longer the innocent, curious Angel, she had fallen to the vices of the creatures he’d commanded her to protect. So now she was this thing half loving half full of pure fiery hatred. [/i][/color][/size]

[Rafia Ragazzo]

Rafia gained some confidence… Rain of the sky… He really was her creator, now he was nothing.

"Rahne of course, you are just as magnificent as when I spilt my own blood to give you life, yet your different… incredibly different"

He said pulling himself up, he didn't want Rahne to see him struggle, his mortal body was bruised and broken.

"You vanished before me? My memory… is cloudy…"

He said tapping the side of his head with thick metallic claws. Scars from the blood ran down his right arm. He quickly moved his arm behind his body; his tail curled around it protectively the thick long tuft of hair on the end rested against the back of his sore hand.

"Why have you fallen angel? Were cast out of the sky by my brothers and sisters as I was? Or was your falling your own doing?"

He said with the same superior tone as he would as a god, in the mere presence of a being from his realm brought him strength, an old flame flared in his chest, the memory of godhood was burning in the back of Rafia's mind like a crawling bug nesting there.

"Do you still have the gifts I gave you? Do you control the storms?"

He said this time with a softer tone, he allowed himself to rest, his back pushed warily against the cave wall.

((Sorry if this is crap Bia!))

[Rain Of The Sky]

There was a raise to the ebon brow at the compliment. She gave a turt sort of nod to it admitting such, with a fluttering movement of those blood tipped ebony wings.

“ Yes different. But it seems that difference has befallen you as well Lord.”

Those dark blue orbs watching every nuance of movement even in the almost total darkness of the cave that had been used for refuge from the harsh land yonder.

“You sent me to find my siblings in this realm, almost on hundred years ago. I have only heard vague whisperings of Warlock & Fire. Angel resides in the land allied with the home I left only just tonight.”

She had seen the wound when he tried to hide it but would make no mention of it just yet. Though there were things clicking in her head as to the vulnerability of her God. She would observe before making any sort of decision, preferring to toy with her prey, if indeed that is what he might turn out to be.

Her brow rose when he bombarded her with yet more questions. She was a little flustered at seeing her God, a being that to her was utterly perfect, unlike the One God of this dimension reduced to mortal flesh, & worse yet, mortal flesh injured as if by a great fall.

“Love has seen fit to corrupt your servant, Lord. It’s dark shadow lingers now in the confines of my immortal soul.”

She was not ashamed to admit to Him at all. She seemed almost proud of it. Proud in the way that she’d found love, for though Lisa had been damned, she had loved her as anyone of heaven could love another. Memories lingering of their time together the fall of Rahne into the familiar darkness, the desire to see destruction in it’s most grotesque & perverse forms.

His commanding tone roused her from her memories & thoughts, her attention brought again to that injured animal that was her God in the darkness.

“The storm that rages out beyond this cave is of my doing, Lord.”

Came the answer to his question of her prowess. She wanted to step closer but kept her distance weariness creeping into every fiber of her being, not knowing what might be in store, not trusting that this creature held His aura, His presence within. She could have believed him an Avatar perhaps, but not her God, not that perfect being, so loving & whole. [/i][/color][/size]

[Rafia Ragazzo]

Rafia blinked in the darkness, His legs gave way and he crumpled, resting against a flat rock.

‘End the storm... my mortal body aches with this cold’

He said spitting the words out, He was pathetic... embarrassed sitting in the presence of one from his own realm, proud and powerful, now what was he? A cat...

‘I must have time to heal... I fought a demon... a demon woman even Rel’Gureth’Tarshar the terrible would flee from, her blood was like fire...’

Rafia admitted, his woman was a mystery, he knew it was indeed her, the one he had crafted, a creature from his realm, but there was a lingering feeling, deep inside...

“You sent me to find my siblings in this realm, almost on hundred years ago. I have only heard vague whisperings of Warlock & Fire. Angel resides in the land allied with the home I left only just tonight.”

Rafia turned his head in question

‘I did... your siblings... perhaps I did... My memory from those days is vague as of late, I’m afraid my memories of my time as a god will vanish... as will the last few shreds of power I posses’.

He said holding up his hand, he tried to breath, to pray and summon, a small puff of smoke appeared in his hand, the smoke from their worlds, but the creature that came through was dead, the head of a small mouse like creature...

Rafia hissed in rage and threw the dead creature, cursing his name as he did.

‘What am I to do?’

He said feebly to his angel.

[Arabella "Pia" Senfetti]

(OOC: Replying for Rain. finally. better late then never hee.))
She watched lapis orbs growing cold, and distant, as indifference began to take hold around the corrupted countenance, brows nitting as if suddenly angry by the weakness he showed, by the way he complained about the weather, she had it in her mind to let him suffer... make the storm harsher with the flick of her wrist, but something held her back. Perhaps it was the thought of a possible future retribution that made her obey. There was but a subtle wave of one slender hand and the storm subsided it's temper tantrum to nothing but the sweet smelling remnant of the soaked earth.

There was a long drawn out sigh eyes narrowing in the near dark as he spoke of some excuse as to his wounded form. Rahne nodded turtly, her feathered wings seeming to move and brush against her garments sounding like the rustle of leaves in the wind. Disdain beginning to dig it's claws into the last vestiges of compassion and love she might have had for the God that now simpered like a fool beneath her feet. She relized in that instant that she was at a great advantage, the darkness of her heart seeming to burst with perverse happiness at this thought, and so she would smile in the insant that he threw the dead creature across the arid cave Rafia cowerd within, his pleas for an answer all but falling on deaf ears.

"It is not mine to say, though it must have been a powerful creature to wrench creation from your hands M'lord."

Came the cautious answer, those lapis orbs fixed on his form, as a sudden flash of light was followed by a resounding clap of thunder that would send something like a shock wave through the ground beneath them.

"Perhaps I should seek this creature out and vanquish it for your sake."

Words spoken in a flat tone, more thought then conversation, her gaze turning from him to stare at the dead thing he threw at her feet, least that is where it landed. Her demeanor utterly altered from moments before, the darkness settling in like the storms she controlled to suffocate the world of sunlight, and leave it lost to the grayness of agony. [/i][/color][/size]

[Rafia Ragazzo]

Rafia couldn’t do anything but laugh a horrible gurgled sound void of any humour.

‘You think too highly of yourself, this demon was like nothing from our world, with all its chaos and reckoning. You wouldn’t last five minuets.’

He said coldly, spitting on the ground, Rahne had stopped the storm, but the war not too far still raged. Good against evil, light against dark. Where did he stand exactly? As a god he was nature itself he gave and he took, he was the shadow of midnight and the dew of morning. He heard his creations words, not of kindness of something else. He didn’t create her for kindness, to make him feel better. Even after everything, after all his losses Rafia was still the creator. He could read her like a book; taste her lies on his tongue.

‘Don’t take me for a helpless fool; I can hear your thoughts as clear as you can’.

Which was a lie of course, but she didn’t have to know that.

‘Your time will come, when this world and it’s demons take from you, the way they have from me, and you shall be the one cowering in the filth, of this I am certain.’

He smiled, flashing cat like teeth. He was already feeling better.

‘This world holds many secrets, many magicks; we will claim them and rise to power once more’.

He said smiling again. He began to lift himself off the ground with a groan and a hiss. His clothes were tatters, he moved a little further into the cave, stripping off his clothes. He came back not long after in a fresh garb, dry and warm. The cave wasn’t his home, but it was one of the places he used as a safehouse, until the flood of course. He wore a red tunic that wrapped around his torso like tightly, travelling up his neck, protecting him from chill and leather pants.

‘What say you Angel of storms? Shall we rule?’