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| Topic Started: Thu Aug 4, 2005 1:36 am (681 Views) | |
| Nightgazer | Mon Sep 26, 2005 12:55 am Post #16 |
 
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Even though Meera had meant every second of that graceful arc of her sword, she was still unprepared for what would happen. All she knew was that he wasn't real. No matter how many times she continued to tell herself that, the words seemed to fade as soon as they entered her mind. Pulling the sword out of its arc after a sucessful contact, Meera dropped the bloodied sword to the ground. The determined grimmace on her face began to lessen its menace as she realized what she had done. Almost immedietly, a look of horror creased her face. She gasped and her hands flew up to her mouth as tears sprang to her eyes. What had she done? When his hand reached up, calling out her name, she slowly reached out to hold one. Salty tears swam freely down her face as she wondered how this was possible and if it was real. She had thought that Seele had simply created an illusion of her loved one but now, more confusion wracked her brain as she was desperate in some way to convince herself that this had never happened. As he asked her the dreaded question, she could not look at his pain creased face. -why?- he had whispered, and in truth, Meera still didn't know quite what she had done. As if in slow motion, she fell to her knees with a mixed look of horror, sadness, and confusion covering her features. Suddenly, as if a swift kick in the stomach, she realized that he was dead. Crying out in anguish, she leaned forwards cupping her hands to his cheeks. She softly brushed away some of the blood that had dribbled from his mouth and whiped it off on her own clothing. She had killed him. She had done it out of pure stupidity. She would never be able to forgive herself. Why...why....why? Softly, she lay her head on his dead and unmoving chest, carless of the gaping wound that she had left across his torso. Her gaze was at first trained without thoughts on the mountainside, but as she began to think about what she was seeing, Meera's gaze moved upwards. It was then that she began to take notice of an odd dark haze. Her ebon eyes spell was still in effect, but it seemed as if someone had gone to great lengths to not be seen. At first, Meera had no clue who it could be, but then, as if she had forgotten all of the earlier events came slamming back into her mind jolting her away from her mournful sadness to righteus anger. Her head began to lift of Eden's deceased chest and blind rage took its place in her eyes. It flickered for a second though. Who was the true one to blame. She believed that Seele had made an illusion and had gone slashing through, only to find the one that she loved most. She was the true one who had killed him, who was really to blame? Meera's mind slowly drifted from the unbridled rage back to her mourning. She looked witheringly back up to the figure and whispered "why?" As tears streamed once again down her face. She brushed some of Eden's blood matted hair away from his sweaty face tenderly, almost as if she still believed him to be alive. She now looked a mess, but did not care. Her hair was freed from her ponytail, and blood was smeared almost everywhere across her front. Tear lines ran down her reddened face and sweat was formed at her brow. She had almost forgotten about Seele since that huge trauma......almost... |
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| Seele | Tue Sep 27, 2005 1:48 am Post #17 |
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Seele's smile grew in width and madness as he watched her draped over the man she had loved. the man she still loved, as a matter of fact. The man she still loved who was still alive somewhere. Of course, she couldn't know that, but it worked well for Seele. She was breaking down, that much was evident. Her eyes were grimy with tears, the line of salty water on her cheeks marring her pale beauty. Her black hair was matted with blood, as was the hair of the illusion. Seele could not help but admire his own handiwork in creating that illusion. It was a complex magic, one that was a constant drain on his magical powers in order to keep Eden looking real and blood dripping from his clothes. Seele's whispery voice was swallowed by his shadow cloak enchantment as he began a new spell at the same time he maintained the shadow cloaks and major illusion. Summon Demonic Being... A intricate magical sign flashed, but Seele made sure to boost the power of his Shadow Cloak in order to hide the dark light and surge of corrupted power. From the symbol a shape began to take form. Inhumanly thin, the humanoid figure was only the size of a small child and appeared feminine. However, its hair cascaded down its black, the deepest violet color that shimmered int he moonlight. The ears that poked out fromt he strands of hair were thin and delicate, as pale as the almost transclucent face. The eyes were pure black, no iris or pupil evident. For clothes the demon was draped ina single long robe, made of the softest black velvet. From each shoulder blade extended a small, feathery wing; on one the feathers were raven black, the other pure white. Seele did not need to speak to let the demon know what he wished. The demon nodded and floated down out of the Shadow Cloak spells. It made no noise when it landed, walking steadily towards Meera and the illusionary corpse. Step back now Child... the servants of Darkness shall be remembered... The demon reached out with one arm, the soft material of the robe slipping off of her hand. But no flesh graced those fingers; they were long and bony, held together only by threads of black power. |
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| Nightgazer | Tue Sep 27, 2005 8:36 pm Post #18 |
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Lovingly, she still stroked Eden's cheeks as if she still believed that her love could bring him back. She just didn't know what to do with herself. Her life seemed to have fallen down into a ditch. It almost seemed like she didn't know who she was anymore. Her sobbing slowly decreased, as she realized that this was it. He was dead and there was nothing she could do about it. The tears, she couldn't stop, but her crying was not so loud anymore and she sat up. Her hand still stroked his cheeks, but now, she was not blind with the sorrow. Instead, she was actually able to comprehend what she had done. She slowly turned her head so she could gaze upon the sword that she had used to cut Eden. Disgust started from the pit of her stomach and slowly bubbled up so she could almost taste it. She looked away in distaste and looked once more upon his lifeless body. In her sadness, she almost didn't notice the demon. Out of the corner of her eye though, she saw a form moving towards her. She lay herself over Eden's body protectively, not even thinking that the thing could be coming to demolish her. Her green eyes followed the figure warily until it got close enough for her to see what it was. She was even more surprised. It all was happening to quickly. She didn't know what to do. It was obviously a demonic being, but she was not able to fight like this. Her heart was broken and she was just about ready to go herself. The only thing that kept her living was the fact that she had many friends and she did not want to hurt them with the fact of her passing. She at least wanted to bury the body of Eden respectfully. If anything should happen to his body, even though he was dead, she would never forgive herself. The being finally spoke to her, and Meera was taken aback, once again in confusion. -Servents of Darkness?- She thought. Then, all at once it clicked into place. She gasped in shock and almost lost her balance. New tears sprung to her eyes at the horror that she had comitted. She was blinded in stupidity. Eden had not been one of the dark. She had just merely assumed that fact. Her judgement was as horrible as the dark one himself. She stood up and backed away, only half aware of what she was doing. Finally she stopped, with her hand still up to her paled face covering her mouth. Her mind spun with the thought of what she had become. A servent of the dark in the mind for now at least. The horrendous crime she had comitted against one of her kin of the light. She attempted to blink back more of the tears that sprung to her eyes at the fact. Her eyes followed the demonic being warily, still wondering what she was doing and horrified at how she looked. No matter how hard Meera tried, she could not console herself and convince herself that what had happened was merely a horrendous accident. Her mind fought back though, repeating over and over again that she had killed him and had in that way served the darkness. She winced in the mental pain and removed her hands from her agape mouth to brush away more tears. She took a couple more steps towards the dark being to attempt to ask her questions, but when she opened her mouth again, no words would come out. Her physical body was still in shock at what she had done as well. Quickly shutting her mouth, she once again watched the demonic being carefully, only then beginning to wonder where it came from and why it was here. |
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| Seele | Wed Sep 28, 2005 1:50 am Post #19 |
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The demonic form looked up at Meera with an infinite age and wisdom in its eyes. It (or she, in the form she currently held) had witnessed the birth of many lands, the death of many stars, the emptiness of several abysses. That was all reflected in her eyes, eyes that seemed to be holes in the fabric of time that would suck Meera in if she wasn't careful. The being glided over to Eden's prone form, ignoring Meera as it passed. Even if she had attempted to strike down the demon, only the hand of a god could accomplish such a task easily. With age came respect and power when one lived in the darkest of shadows. She knelt by Eden's form, the skeletal hand reaching out to caress his cheeks in a way that was creepily to Meera's gestures a few moments earlier. Fade now, into the darkness that gave you birth and life, and be remembered... The voice was not dripping wiht contempt and madness as were the words of other demons; her voice was crystal clear and beautiful in a dark way, alsmot sounding sad. Where the pale bones touched his skin the color faded from his flesh. She did not move her arm as all of the color in his body was removed, a white husk laying on the ground. This in itself had changed the demon; her skin was rosy with life, the bony hand covered by flesh and the wings beating steadily with a new vibrancy. She stood, looking down at the body. She did not seem to notice Meera, and if she did she payed noa ttention to the woman. Fade... At this command the body began to do just that. Eden's corpse faded into nothingness, being swallowed by a darkness that disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. This done, the demon turned around and stared straight at the Infused. The colorless eyes looked strangely out-of-place, black holes that seemed to suck the life out of everything around. I can take you too, if you wish... The hand was extended once again, this time towards Meera. As the woman watched the flesh on the hand shriveled up, sucked into the ghastly bones. The color faded from the face, leaving it a sallow mask framed in violet hair. The wings were still as beautiful before, but now they beat only weakly and at random intervals. After all, you did the work of the dark today, be it willingly or not... but be warned... The eyes narrowed slightly, the first emotion they had shown. Seele smiled from his shadowy corner, knowing what would come next. Once you follow me into that Darkness... and him too... you can never come back to the light... |
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| Nightgazer | Sun Oct 2, 2005 1:27 pm Post #20 |
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Meera reached her hand up to brush some of her tears away as she watched the demon. Her sad frown changed to her gritting her teeth. She couldn't help but emit a displeased growl as she watched the demon stroke Eden's cheeks. It took all of her willpower not to go over there and rip the demon's hands from him and take her place. All she wanted was for Eden to be alive. Her mournful mind quickly went back to the fact that he was dead. More tears came as she remembered whos fault it was. She was stupidly decieved and believed Eden to be an apparation. She would never be able to forgive herself. She didn't know what she would do from here. She now feared herself to be death's servent. Her heart did not have any more will to claim to be one of the light. She felt she had deserted everyone and everything that had once loved her. She didn't, nor did she want to, know how everyone would react to the information. No one would beleive her, she thought. There was no way that an accident such as this could be pushed back into the past where it belonged. She watched longingly as his dead body faded into the world of the dead. She only wished that she could go with him. That was what she felt she deserved after this. Her eyes followed the demon cautiously as she turned back towards her. Through teary eyes, Meera listened intently. She was not surpised that she would be welcomed to the dark. Once one did a dark deed, they were labled for life and could never erase anything from their past. Slowly, Meera began her answer. She said "I-" before she was cut off by the most pain she had ever felt in her life. A searing pain went up her back, causing her to arch her spine and cry out in agony. She had no clue what was causing this. The pain eventually increased to where it felt like she was being split in two from the inside. She continued to cry out in pain and gasp ragged breaths, but it faded when she heard something. In her mind, a voice started. It whispered "do you know what you were about to do? Lies, they're all lies. You believed them. This man, he is a lie. Deception is darkness' ally. Do not beleive the lies. You can vanquish this evil. You now have the knowledge to counter this. The rest is up to you. I have helped you more than you know..." It slowly faded away and left her with just a dull thud of pain in her back. She just stood there for a few seconds, contemplating the speech. For a moment, she was confused on the meaning, but as it came to her, her eyes narrowed at the demon and a grimmace set upon her face. She growled "A deception, that is what you did to me." Then took a step towards her. "One of the dark, you made me beleive I was." Taking another step towards her. Her last step right into the demons face was "Your lies mean nothing to me" and spat on the ground to her right. Closing her eyes, she held her hands up in front of her, calling upon the magic of the light. A soft white glow began to circle her hands. Finally casting forth it's magic, she called an angelic being to come to her aid. When the spell was cast, she opened her eyes to find a glowing white being at her side, already eyeing down the demon. Meera smiled once again. She knew who had done this. She didn't know where he was, but she hoped he could hear her. "Seele, won't you come down and see what you almost created. Darkness has touched me in a way that I won't soon forget. Unlucky for you though, you underestimated the power of the light within me." |
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| Seele | Tue Oct 4, 2005 1:10 am Post #21 |
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Seele laughed softly, mocking and arrogant. "Oh, you think you have it all figured out" The shadows around him blurred as his golden eyes glowed with a fierce intenisty, banishing the concealing spells instantly. The chains slid back under his robes with a hissing sound similar to a snake slithering, allowing him to fall down. He landed with ease and a small, knowing smile on his pale face. "Underestimated? No, no, no, I think not... it only gets better from here. For me, that is." He smirked and suddenly a long scythe had appeared in his hand. It had been crafted with a skill few possessed, a long metal haft ending in a wicked curved blade. The metal gleaming silvery-blue, a blur as he nimbly spun it around his body. He stepped closer to Meera until he was only a few meters away from the woman. "All according to plan..." The female demon looked at her angelic counterpart with an almost apathetic glance before disappearing in a storm of shadows and dark magic. She reappeared besides Seele, a twisted and corrupted mockery of the image Meera and her angel presented. The demon's face remained as impassive as ever, but it held up one skeletal hand. The fingers lengthened, bone melting into a new shape. Wicked claws grew, long and hooked in unnatural ways made for ripping living flesh from bone. The negative power that crackled throughout the demon intensified, a tangible presence in the air as its wings doubled in size until they dwarfed the demon (who was still only as tall as a child.) The pure black eyes narrowed menacingly, bony claws clinking against each other as the demon took a stance with the practiced ease of a fighter. "After all, darkness is not the opposite of light..." Seele grinned. "Only its absence. Do not fear its passing..." He stopped the spinning of the scythe, slamming the haft against his forearm with a loud crack while jabbing his index finger at Meera. Enervation!!! A crackling bolt of negative energy shot towards the Infused, ready to tear into her flesh and drain her very life force. |
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| Nightgazer | Tue Oct 4, 2005 2:08 pm Post #22 |
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Her green eyes burned with feirce determination as she eyed him down as soon as he took down the concealments. Her humor was long past gone, she was not in the mood for any of his sly jests or comments. Anything he did only brought on more of her lethal rage. He boasted of his powers, but cockiness would get him no where. Despite what he said, there was still much behind Meera that he did not and would never know for as long as he lived, which might just even be ended on this night. He stated that "everything was according to plan," but little did he know just how unpredictable Meera could be when she wanted to. As he pulled out the scythe, she did not just yet make a move for her own weapon. She knew that he was more dominant with his magic and likely to use that first before any melee combat. She watched the demon disapear and as she reappeared next to Seele, Meera's gaze fell for an instant on that of her own Angelic being. The Angel paid her no heed for its gaze was trained intently, as it seemed, on the demon. The angel's stance gave no clues as to what it was thinking but with trained grace, its wings streched out warningly. If it was possible for Meera to feel more sure of herself, she did. Her gaze strengthened as it locked on Seele's once again. Unimpressed, she watched him spin the scythe. -Just get on with it- she found herself thinking. The arenaline pumping through her veins was not sickening as it was for some, but more comforting to her. Just as she suspected, she watched as Seele stopped the spinning of his scythe and thrust his finger in her direction. Luckily for her, Seele was not good with hiding his casting of spells and it allowed her a few more milliseconds to decide on how she would dodge it. Almost like a reflex, she whispered the words to polymorph and the elven figure was gone. In Meera's place sat a lynx. Her glaring eyes were yellow now, but had not lost the intensity that Meera had placed in them early on. She let out a cat growl as if teasing Seele and began to walk back and forth. She did not care where his spell had gone, as long as it wasn't into her. Her mind began to race, thinking of what she could send back at Seele. Nothing came to mind immedietly that was enough to at least make her feel satisfied. So instead, she figured on playing it safe and dodging all his attacks. She hoped to frustrate him into making a mistake. For now she would play defensively and still think of an agression she could commit towards him. When she had the right one, she would use it, but not now. Now there was a different game to play and she was ready for whatever Seele beleived he could dish out to her. |
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| Seele | Wed Oct 5, 2005 3:03 am Post #23 |
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Seele watched her transformation into a lynx with a mixture of amusement and cruelty. His enervation spell crackled above the lithe form, shooting off into the night. "Well, that's rather annoying." He set the end of the scythe on the ground, leaning on the metal pole in a casual manner that suggested he felt no threat at all. And it wasn't like he did. She was no threat in her present form, and the Angelic being sdeemed content to just sit and stare. Silly Angels. Never seemed to know when to strike. Kind of bugged the elf. Seele crouched, still holding the haft of the scythe up, and laid one palm flat on the ground. His tattered cloak rustled loudly, moving as if it had a life of its own. Which, it kind of did. Funny story, actually. But anyway, the cloak rustled as midnight black chains shot out of it. Of every length and width, the twisted links were all pure black, almost invisible in the night. They shot across the stone like metallic snakes, silent and quick. At their edges twisted scraps of metal had been welded to the demonic chains, making each individual length a deadly weapon. They slithered towards the lynx, attempting to twist around the creature and capture it. The demon simply mirrored its angelic counterpart, eyes watching the other being's face. It was not in her nature to strike first; she was the one who killed those who attacked her. She no longer felt the need for blood that younder demons did, not did she find any pleasure in cruelty. The skeletal claws were perfectly still, barely visible past the black sleeves. |
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