Inhospitable Veracity
Prodigal Demigod
Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men.In the company of:: Merlianna Vess.
Location:: Leaving the land of nightmares, Davinshire, Meadowbrook, Keland
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It was not long after the two women had made their way to Merlianna's bedroom, that they were upon the extravagant bedding. Their fingers and hands explored each other's bodies, their mouths, tongues and hands caressed and groped one another in this fiery, passionate, lust filled moment. The woman's bodies intertwined, pleasuring each other. The passion continued for what seemed like hours.
By the end Nephyria couldn't will herself to move. Her body drained of energy, and satisfied, she drifted off into a deep slumber. The bright lights passed by without notice from the sleeping woman. In her dreams, the events of the night replayed in her memory. She moaned and moved in her sleep, but her dreams were soon gripped by the nightmare. She tried to wake, but her efforts were in vain. The nightmare held here, trapped her in her own mind.
Around her the replay of earlier events faded away to be replaced by the nightmare, Merlianna's exquisite form morphed into the skeleton. Her heart held within its grasp, she felt the bitter cold n** at her exposed skin. Nephyria's attention shifted from the skeleton to the chattering voices that surrounded her. The once glowing disembodied eyes were met with grotesque forms.
”Dreadkin -- the dream-walkers.” The corpse sputtered from its mouth. The corpse began to shutter with power and new life, not yet finished with the ritual. ”They don’t take sides, they take power. Footsoldiers in a war they don’t comprehend. We’ve all been looking for you and your ilk. We need you, alas, for different goals, of course.”
Nephyria went to speak, but no words left her lips. The demons and gods who fought at the beginning of time – those should have just been legends. The Covenant keeping a frightened populace in line.
”No, quite real. Your very birth, your life, is as a beacon to them… I was there, at Hebvesh.” By now, the flesh and skin had finished, the figure stood stark naked before Nephyria. Before her no longer stood a corpse, but now a woman. Chin length black hair framed her pale face, cold blue eyes. Her eyes shimmered, and with a wave of a hand she began to garb both of them in mantles of ethereal clothing. ”I was there with my kin as the Last Spell swept the land. We perished, as did the old living magics.”
Nephyria breathed a sigh of relief now that she was fully clothed, the cloth and armour seemed not to stay in place for too long, almost flowing like water. The woman grabbed hold of a weapon, conjured from the air. Arcane power coursed through her fingertips.
”I thank you for the gift, mortal, and so now you must be repaid. We’ve got to get back to the Waking World, and unfortunately this lot will follow us through… but first…” Nephyria shifted her attention to the edge of the clearing, toward the doorway. The dreadkin blocked their path. She returned her attention to the woman.
"Who are you? Was I slain in my slumber? Did that woman, Merlianna, kill me in my sleep?!" Her words were laced with concern and anger. "No, Nephyria Alea Galaval. You were not slain in your sleep, not by an unknown assailant, nor by that woman you shared a bed with. You are not dead." The woman's words drifted off as an ogre pushed his way to the edge of the clearing and stepped ahead of the line, the ogre was followed by a trio of imps, jumping and leaping about like monkeys. The woman let out a scoff.
"As for who I am, I was once known as Vyriaanth, The Paragon of Malevolence." The woman rolled her neck, and several loud pops could be heard. Nephyria looked at the woman, "Vyriaanth..? Where have I heard that name before?" Vyriaanth looked to the woman, she rotated her wrist and gripped her sword tightly in her hand. "Likely from that little imp who inhabits your gauntlet. Vetis, I believe his name is." She paused as the imps and ogre crept forward. "Can't you see I am a little busy?" She remarked to the dreadkin approaching her. They seemed to hesitate a moment, confused by her nonchalance towards them, only to encroach on her with added ferocity.
The woman let out a sigh, "Can't you see.." She smacked one of the imps away violently with the broadside of her sword. "That mummy is busy speaking with someone!" The imp flew several feet and hit the ground with a thud, rolling to a stop, before getting up and limping up behind the ogre. It snarled and barred its teeth at the woman who struck it. A wicked smile pulled at the lips of Vyriaanth, "I'll be with you in a moment, Nephyria. Don't you move." The woman stepped towards the ogre and trio of imps. "Don't you remember who I am, you sad little beings? Oh, no probably not. You blubbering idiots..." The woman's voice trailed off with an exasperated sigh.
"Don't make me have to kill you," Vyriaanth commented, pointing the tip of her sword at the dreadkin, "Because I will kill you, without mercy." The vile creatures slowly eased their way forward, steadily edging towards the woman, their faces contorted in hideous grins. "Fine, if that is what you want, I'll be happy to oblige." A sadistic smile pulled at her pink lips. The woman took a slow step forward, the gaze of her pale blue eyes falling on the dreadkin in front of her.
Everything stood silent and still for a moment, before Vyriaanth sprinted forward. Her body grew slightly heavier as her bones density increase, making them more difficult to break; three inch long spines sprouted from the expose portions of her skin. The dreadkin barely had time to react before the Arbornaut reached them, bringing her armoured foot across the face of one of the imps with a strong kick. The small imp went flying, and bounced several times before skidding to a stop; it took some time before the creature stirred and slowly stood, in that time, Vyriaanth had reached the ogre. She reached out a gentle hand and touched the ogres chest, a strange mound formed under the skin.
The ogre let out a surprised and pained grunt as the skin on his chest peeled open, a swarm of insects burst from the open wound. He went to grab at Vyriaanth, his hand grasped at her face, and was impaled by the venomous spines protruding from her skin. Immediately he recoiled and cried out in pain, his hand now in unimaginable pain and that feeling spreading through his body as the venom made its way through his body. The imps retreated as the large wasps swarmed around them, stinging at their skin. The ogre fell to his knees, his body gripped by the tremendous pain from the venom and the killer wasps; he struggled to swat at the insects, his body failing to move when he urged it to. A laugh escaped Vyriaanth, portraying the sadistic pleasure she received from their pain.
The woman swung her sword at one of the passing imps, splitting the imp in two. "Go, Nephyria. Vyriaanth spoke calmly to the other woman, as she cut down the other two imps. Her sadistic laugh pierced the cold air. Nephyria rose to her feet and looked to the portal, which was now open, through the shimmer of the portal she could see herself and Merlianna slumber in the real world. She ran towards the portal, looking back at Vyriaanth, she watched as at the woman stood in front of the ogre and slit his throat, blood gushed from his neck bathing her. She stepped through the portal as the ogre fell.
V.H. Griffin Chan
