Saturday, November 3rd, 2006Damn I wrote a whole thing during class (when I should've been paying attention 0.0; And now I don't know where it is... T-T ah well, from scratch then...)
The thick cords binding her ankles, and wrists mercilessly dug into her flesh, as she struggled to free herself from the altar.
She screamed, as she thrashed around, trying vainly to escape, or perhaps lose enough blood that she'd die before the horrible deed could be performed,
her last chance to save the entire world from her father, who would lay it to ashes in a few sparse years of complete terror, and torment for everypoor soul who survived this savage ritual.
She could hear the pounding of millions of feet in sync, the demons trooped around the temple in an odd regular pattern, providing protection, and aiding in some way to return their master to power.
The chanting grew in volume, Sibel gazed down at Jadiera with a knowing smile, her perfect features twisted in a gruesome grin.
" The alchemist followed through with my instrucions quite nicely you'll be sorry to hear, My second has spread the poisen throughout all of the main waterways from here, all the way to domachi.
The minute I say the spell, it will be activated and all of that magic will be mine, to use as I please, I can't wait to see the effects of the poisen on purely magical creatures... I will free your father from his shackles, and reap the sweet rewards, I will rule at his side. Now I have all of the magic I need to break his chains, but no amount of magic can bring him forth unless one of his blood is used... That job falls onto your shoulders. Now, willingly or not, you
will help me my Queen."
She held high above her head in one hand, a crystal glass full of water, and in the other a stone bottle engraved with the same runes used to write the dark scrolls. Unstoppering the bottle, she poured its dark contents into the glass and watched with fascination as the color faded and it once more appeared to be a harmless glass of water. "Bottoms up Jadiera, I have a very unpleasant surprise for you."
Obviously the terrified Queen locked her jaw as tight as possible, and vigerously shook her head.
Sibel sighed loudly, and motioned for one, rather gruesome looking, demon to step forth and hand her, her weapon of choice. The long, curved blade she had murdered so many innocents with. The firelight reflecting of its silvery surface made it gleam and she lowered the blade to Jadiera's arm. She made a deep incision, and slowly upended the glass into the wound as Jadiera screamed so loud her face turned red.
Her arm was steaming from the vile mixture, as Sibel finally finished and sealed the gash with her magic.
"Everything is in place!"
She cried out with wild joy, and the demons close enough to hear let out a raucous call into the starry night, an evil sound so loud that it carryed across the plains to the unprepared ears of the Queen's sister Nadira, who immediatley remounted her second horse, after running the first to death.
Sibel opened the stolen scrolls, and began chanting.
Jadira could do little but twist in agony, it was as though her very being was being torn in half, Screams echoed across the countryside, even among the demons as many of their ranks dropped to their knees in pain.
Sibel's laughter echoed above the screams, and panicked yells.
A violent concussion tore through the very fabric of reality.
Then every light extinguished, complete silence, That lasted for a mere few moments, but was enough to make civillions on the nearbye villages to go insane.
Deep, undescribably evil laughter broke the silence, as the triumphant demon lord tore through the veil,
November 5th, 2006She blinked once, twice,
Tha entire world was hazy,
She blinked vigerosly to bring her vision back into focus.
Hot, sulferous breath, and the stomach turnng scent of blood brought her back even more. She vaguely realized that the entire room was spattered with blood, and gore.
A young man gazed down at her with crystalline grey orbs, his long auborn hair falling across his ivory cheeks like a stream of blood.
His fingers were stained with her own blood, he grinned down at her, one glistening fang protruding over his lower lip as he smiled.
Jadiera shuddered in horror, she was staring into the face of the demon lord himself, Laos, her father got to his feet and glared at the trembling Sibel, who no longer appeared a threat next to this embodiment of evil.
His demonic legion was sprawled out on their hands, and knees kissing the ground at his feet, She wiped her soaked ebony locks out of her eyes only just noticing that her bonds had been cut, and she was free to move around as she pleased.
This man,thing, was undeniably her father. She could see it in his face structure, the shape of his eyes....
Her gaze wandered throughout the room. The sconces were once again lit with a flickering flame, she vaguely pondered about the state of the surrounding area, An eerie light drew her attenton to the far corner of the room. Its hard to describe such a disturbance accuratley since nothing of the sort had ever been seen before just then, but it seemed as though a thin veil of mist distorted the entire space in that direction.
The mist would waver, and then solidify as demons, and chained humans...? No, they couldn't be alive, before they stepped out of the mist you could see right through them...Spirits then, of all different kinds, trooped out of the tear, bound by a slender gold coller around their necks.
The 6thshe sat up hesitantly, Watching her captors with a wary eye.
Laos' back was to her, and Sibel was to busy groveling at his feet to notice anything else. Most of the demons had their faces pressed to the ground, in homage to their overlord. Lightly placing first one foot, and then the other, she got to her feet, and started creeping towards the exit, Heavy black velvet drapes obscured the view of the outside world, but there was no doubt in her mind that it would be nothing but an empty wasteland for at least a hundred miles in any direction. If She could only make it to teir...
She herself was clothed in a loose back robe, clean, surprisingly considering the state of everythng in the room. There were only a few living attendants left, most had been killed during Laos' entrance.
It disturbed her greatly to see those very servents emerging from the tear. As soon as they left the fog they seemed solid enough, yet still preoccupied by something, fortunate for her.
She darted towards the door with as much speed as her gaunt body could muster, it wasn't enough. A repremanding hand on her shoulder stopped her in her tracks, and she turned slowly to look straight into the burning glare of Sibel, and trace of her former dogged behavior was gone, replaced with a white hot fury. "Idiot!" She whispered harsly, and slapped Jadiera so hard it knocked her to the ground. She was immediatly pulled to her feet. Staggering a bit, she managed to keep her balance, and with an angry grimace she squeezed her eyes shut ready to allow her demonic side to take control, and rip the witch apart joint, by joint.
Nothing happened.
She was angry all right, but she felt strangely... human.
Her powers were gone, she was now completely human, and utterly defenseless.
This had to be taken care of before it got out of hand. She reached for a sconce, as if for balance, but really whipped it around as hard as she could. A satisfying crack announced its contact with Sibel's head, a quick reverse sweep knocked her surprised father from his feet, hot wax dripping out of the top landed on his chest, and set his shirt on fire. Jadiera backed away, horrifyed in spite of herself at the site befre her eyes, flames roared up around him, and melted the flesh away from his face, disinigrating his clothes. The choking stench of burning hair permeated the small chamber.
Abruptly, it stopped,
The flames ceased, and it was as though nothing had happened, He chuckled deeply at her surprise, "I'm immortal you little fool, and you've just sealed your fate. You are now useless, I would have perhaps allowed you to live as a servent in my kingdom, but now I'm rather annoyed of you... Humans live such pitifully short lives after all, ah well, no matter."
He motioned with a finger towards one of the newly emerged spirits who waited dully against the wall for orders. The woman stepped foreward, "M'lord?" He pointed towards Jadiera, " Chain her outside, and don't let her out of your sight. No excuses."
"Yes, m'lord"
Jadera started as she felt the spirits cold fingers slide through her chest, and take a firm grasp on her beating heart. The experience nearly killed her, but as long as she followed right behind her new mistress, she was at least still alive.
She was chained in the backyard, in a large elaboraqte garden... That should not have been there. Cows lazed in the sun across the way, and the sun beamed down merrily from its perch atop the clouds.
This was DEFINATLY an allusion.
The spirit glared at her darkly, and folded her arms.
"No funny buisness."
The broken Queen stared at the bround blankly, as she slowly lost consceousness.
