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 Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 5:45 pm
Break me, shake me, hate me...
But when the madness stops, you'll be alone.→τειғι← ◣ ♪ I can't feel nothing at all... ♪ ◥ You've confused me in a way that
I've never known... Evelyn was a frightening girl in her own right, what with the prowess of her tome and her mastery over that perverted pet of hers. However, there was another level of odd fear and fascination altogether when she decided to put her normally bitter persona aside and act almost sickeningly pleasant. Worse was when she acted like this- almost genuinely giddy and sweet! It terrified her a little bit, but at the same time caught her so off guard that she ended up not changing much of her facial expression at all.
...Which may have been for the best. The girl was never one to trust when she was in one of these moods!
In the end, all she was able to do was speak once before the girl left, her face clearly baffled- she even had to speak to Evelyn's back, because the girl ran off so quickly! The little peck on the cheek was just enough to get out of her little reverie, and she barely managed to say, "Be careful!" before she was gone.
Watching Melethia go off on her own and not particularly caring where she went off to (Teifi knew the dragoness was not going to attack her, and if Shento couldn't keep track of his toys, then he couldn't blame her for losing the woman!), Teifi instead moved to the task of getting back up those blasted stairs again. She was much slower this time around- the extra weight of the blonde in her arms did not make ascending the already intimidating stairs any easier. Being that her pride wouldn't allow herself to ask Kyros for help, it ended up taking her a good ten minutes of clumsy movements to get her up the stairs.
Shuffle. Shift. Step. Rinse and repeat.
She never thought she'd be so glad to lay the young girl in the bed she once sat in, pulling up a chair and sitting beside her newfound daughter. Putting a hand on her forehead, she just smiled down, truly content for the first time in ages. ۞ You just keep me contemplating that your sσuℓ is _slowly_fading... ۞
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 5:55 pm
"With every step I take." Melethia thought, "I feel like I'm heading more towards danger. Why is it? Is it the dragon in me? Why am I even asking that!? I know it's the dragon in me!" She contuned to follow Mika's scent. She wasn't planning on stopping, unless someone stopped her.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 6:12 pm
Consciousness took longer to return this time, Amelia would realize later as Teifi carried her limp body up the stairs. Her hands were still cradled in her lap, which at least helped Teifi in that she wouldn't have flopping hands hitting her with the motions of carrying her. Her hair fell over her face, obscuring her eyes. She couldn't register what was going on, but it was around when her back pressed down into the mattress. Vaguely she could feel the softness of the bed against her body, but she couldn't get any further conscious. A few minutes passed, and Amelia could sense someone's hand against her forehead, underneath her blonde bangs.
Her eyelids fluttered, parting slowly. The face over hers was blurry; Amelia could hardly make any features out, only registering a pair of dark eyes and long red hair. Thoughts flashed vaguely to a woman in a small cottage in Silva, being held and rocked at night, soft lullabies crooned into her young ear. Amelia blinked twice, trying and failing to solidify the face above hers. Was... it really...?
"Mmnnn..." she mumbled, trying to find her voice. It was a little weak, a little unsure now, but she could still be heard. "M-Mom...?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 6:14 pm
Woods. Woods. Trees. The branches whipped against the man's face as he rushed through the forest, or thought he did... in actuality, he stumbled through the forest at the rate of an invalid. The Door. It had opened. He was late. He had to come see, had to check, maybe something had come through, maybe something had GONE through, maybe it was open now, maybe, maybe... These thoughts died in his mind as he got closer to the house. There were blanks in his consciousness. Something was there but it was not there, it had no soul, no true being. What. What was this. He didn't understand. It was like there was a hole filled by energy. The man's mind drew a blank. It was familiar. He should know. But he did not. He did not. He did- But no, this was not right. His mind was running in circles. Circles. Like... Like, those things. The ones that carts were on. He paused for a moment, mind running hard. What were they called? This fact seemed infinitely important to him right now. What was it? What was it? Was it? Was he?
... Who was he? That was a more important question. At the moment he wasn't quite sure. He was a priest. Yes. Of some sort. Yes. He was powerful. Yes. This place was part of his home. Yes. But he didn't remember his name. No. He remembered names. Rhys, Nergal, Soren, not his. None of these names were his. It was no use. He didn't know. He didn't... These things. His mind feverishly flicked back to them. Created beings. Not natural. He had helped to create them once. Morphs. That was it. Simple ones. These had no soul. They were flesh puppets. Flesh.... life force. That was good. He had some. From his bag he pulled a small flask, inside swirling a small quantity of something. It bobbed and eddied, and to look at it was dizzying to the senses. Very few ever saw this. With a swift motion, the man sliced his own arm, cutting off a small amount of his own flesh. Onto this he emptied the contents of the vial, and spoke a few words that had a poisonous sound as they rolled off his tongue. The flesh roiled; a moment later, a sculpted figure stood in front of him - a morph. Yet, this morph was not as the others were. The eyes were the same soulless gold, but the hair... was pure white. Perhaps this was due to light instead of dark magic being used....
The man gestured, and the figure strolled off into the night. Concentrating, the man "watched" the movement of the blanks in his mind. It only took a few moments for them to gather in one spot, and the man moved, slipping forward across the yard without making a sound. His movements were now more focused, concentrated on his objective. The Door. He must see it. He must examine it more. It would open for him this time, it must. He knew it would.
There were more presences. Stronger this time. Supported by magic. Again, unnatural. Yet... there were others. These felt familiar. A... dragon. His friend. A girl. Once-ally... but dark now, so dark. A shadow was over her. And... a flash of recognition came over him. Girl. Precious girl. His daughter. One of the beings was in her room. IN HER ROOM. This could not be. This would not be. He would kill them. Hold them down and drain the life force from their still-struggling body. But he was still cunning. Oh yes. He would not go straight in. A quick movement around the house and a beam of focused light magic destroyed the lock on a window, and the man climbed in. This room. Storeroom. Useless. Stairs were in the hall. Directly in front of him. The man climbed, wavering for a moment about halfway up, then completed his climb, moving towards the room.
Door was open. Good. It would not be so difficult. Inside, a woman, dressed as a dancer. Touching her. TOUCHING HIS DAUGHTER. Rage boiled up inside the man, hot and irrational. This person. This person who was sustained through darkness. She was touching his beloved Amelia. This woman would not corrupt his daughter. This rage sustained him as he made the first noise, the slight ruffling of Luce's pages. "I will kill you if you do not take your hand off of my daughter." His voice was quiet; partly through need, partly through weakness. His body was not holding up well. But the steel in it was not to be denied. "I will not allow anyone consorting with him to touch her."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 6:55 pm
Break me, shake me, hate me...
But when the madness stops, you'll be alone.→τειғι← ◣ ♪ I can't feel nothing at all... ♪ ◥ You've confused me in a way that
I've never known... The sight of the young girl opening her eyes again made Teifi stop for a moment, but it wasn't until that one word fell from her lips that she truly felt her heart skip a beat. So she knew! She accepted that she was her daughter! Her face beamed down at the girl, and she kissed her gently on the forehead. Stroking her hair gently to comfort her daughter, the redheaded dancer spoke softly to her, smiling all the while. She felt warm and giddy inside- she finally had one of her own, a daughter to truly call hers from the bottom of her heart.
"Ssshh... hush, darling. Sleep now, dear. I'll be here when you awake..."
The sound of Renault's sudden lurching steps immediately broke her out of her trance- her eyes flew open, and she instinctively turned her entire body to block Amelia from him. Though her ankle shrieked with pain, the bound ice pack at least stopped her from doing too much additional damage- she still could not stop the minor stumble as she leaned back against Amelia's bed to keep herself stable. Immediately her psychology changed- no longer a doting mother, her frame of mind switched to that of a fierce beast protecting her young. Surprise quickly gave way to aggression, she furrowed her brows and stared fiercely and defiantly into those unnaturally shimmering eyes.
Her eyes caught Luce for a moment, and though she knew not the nature of the spell itself, the worn golden cover told her immediately what division of magic it was.
"A user of Light, stooping to the level of kidnapping? She is my daughter, do you hear me? Don't you dare touch her, you lying fiend. I am her mother." Though she attempted to stay calm, the harsh aggression of a cornered animal quickly rose to the surface- her voice came out as a ragged hiss by the time she ended her sentence. Her hands were clenched tight, and one quick tug loosed her fighting sash from around her neck, its soft caress not at all dissuading her aggressive frame of mind. Rather, it stoked the fighting fire within her soul, hitting on a neglected part of her psyche and essence; even during her fight with the god-forsaken bard, she had been fighting with instinct, not this more deep-rooted savagery that touched the minds of all women.
He was trying to take her daughter from her. And though she had no idea who he was speaking about, she found that she really didn't care- he considered himself her father. That in itself made him a threat that she couldn't let exist- he would take her from her! He would try to take her daughter!
"Leave our home, vile beast." Spitting at Renault one last time, she lurched to her feet, her weight heavy on her left foot and sash in hand.
"Leave or be cut to pieces. Leave my daughter and I in peace!"۞ You just keep me contemplating that your sσuℓ is _slowly_fading... ۞
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 7:11 pm
Amelia watched as the redheaded woman leaned down, and with the contact of her lips against her forehead, she felt tears spring up. Why had her mother waited so many years to come back? When did she come to Learania? Why did she wait until now to come, when everything was going so horribly wrong? "Wh-When...?" she managed out of her throat. A little strength was returning to her limbs, and her fingers twitched as she pushed what weight she could on her hands. A hand on her hair made her want to lay back down; sleep sounded good. But she had to know, she had to know, why had she waited so long, what kept her from coming after her for at least ten years...?
"Ssshh... hush, darling. Sleep now, dear. I'll be here when you awake..."
She halted for a moment. Did Mother always sound like that? Her voice was a little stronger than that. Louder, not quite that soft. "Wha..." she began, struggling to get her upper body off of the mattress. Then there was another voice, one she knew, there was no mistaking it, Amelia would've recognized it anywhere. It was fainter than usual, and the weakness made a kernel of sharp concern spring up painfully in her chest, but she knew that voice.
"I will kill you if you do not take your hand off of my daughter. I will not allow anyone consorting with him to touch her."
"Fa...Father Renault!" Amelia managed out. Her voice was gaining strength now; her head was still foggy and she couldn't see clearly, but strength was returning to her limbs. She could see the redheaded woman (her mother?) block the way for her to see him, but she knew that voice. She couldn't block a voice with her body. "Da-Dad...! Dad!" Amelia struggled to pull herself to a sitting position, only to let out a weak sound and fall forwards, nearly toppling right off of the bed. Still not enough strength to do that... "Dad, you... Wh-When did... aaaugh..." Amelia struggled to get herself back up; falling over had succeeded in getting her with her legs across the bed and her upper body hanging over the edge of the mattress. Now the blood was rushing to her head, it was harder to think, and she still didn't have enough strength back to push herself back up. This wasn't comfortable. "Nnnngh..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 5:24 pm
Renault. Renault, was that... him? Him, of course. It couldn't be anyone else. She had looked at him, hadn't she? The girl... Amelia. He loved her. Loved her more than... what? Life? He didn't have that, did he? Himself? He didn't know himself. There was a goddess. Goddess? What was the goddess? Why did he care about the goddess? That was why. This person was an enemy of the goddess. The goddess' enemy was in this person. This person served that thing. Thing. What was he? Why did he feel like this? Dear Goddess, why did it hurt? The man faltered for a moment, confusion in his eyes and a bolt of pain through his head. But this served to clear it a bit, and he stood once again, stronger than before. "How... dare.... you." His voice was quiet, but stronger than before, and full of anger. "You deign... to tell me... that my daughter is not my daughter and that you... who have forced your way into this house, the home of a dear friend... You say this is your house? You say that is your daughter? And you say that I am invading? You are... I don't know what you are, but you must be insane if you think I will let you, a being who is living because of the wishes of a demon god, go anywhere NEAR my daughter."
This was not a good position. There had not been much sound yet. That was good. There were too many other presences in the house. Only two possible allies. Amelia was weak. The dragon was too far. The other... creature, was uncertain. So he was alone. He couldn't leave the house yet. He had things to do. Important things. What were they? He couldn't remember. The Door. Had to see that. Yes. And... talk to... Goddess, why couldn't he remember? It was so annoying... No. Not now. No time. He had to... had to take care of... this thing. This demon. Unnatural...
He felt something slide down his arm and flinched, nearly turning away from Teifi to look, then remembered that he'd inflicted a wound on his arm. Oh. Blood. All right. That was no problem. Blood was harmless. It should be in his body. But it was not. But it was not enough to harm him yet. Though, if one looked at him, they would think differently. His normally carefully kept hair had grown a bit longer; not too long, but enough to notice that it had gotten unkempt. The right side of his body seemed relatively normal; though if one looked at that eye, the iris had widened, the pupil growing thinner and nearly flat. It was the left which was shocking; it looked nothing like it usually did. The flesh had begun to lose its tone, and there was less substance to it; at the edges of the fingers and the very tip of the ear there seemed to be something missing, as if it was being slowly eaten away. But the eye there... it looked relatively more normal than the other, save that there was no glint of life in it, and the small flecks of gold that had now begun to crowd out the usual green. That arm, holding his tome, shook slightly; it didn't seem major, but it was something that had never happened before with the solid bishop.
Oh. That was the problem, wasn't it? He had to... fix his body. It wasn't working. Nothing was working. Why wasn't it working? Because... because... his mind was blank. He couldn't think of it. No energy. But it would work. He had will. Will to do something. What was it? He wasn't sure of that either. But he would focus his will. It was vital. Somehow.
His weaker arm stretched out towards his daughter. "Amelia... Look at her! You... woman! See... see what you've done? What mother... what mother would allow... this to happen to her child... but she isn't... she is my child!" His resolve strengthened him. He would not let her take his Amelia. "Even if... even if not by blood... I love her..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 5:49 pm
Someone else had come. He found this presence familiar too — his dragon blood said so. The blood that the goddess had perverted and stained. Something was different about this presence. It had changed somehow, but that change was the only thing preventing him from putting his finger on it.
Who was it? Who was it?
I don't care.
That's right, he was supposed to stop caring. He was too tired to care. After exposing himself to Fefga, Rhys, and that pretty boy, his mind had ravaged itself to the brink of exhaustion. He wanted to stop caring about the world. All he cared about was watching this rat that was now nibbling on his fingers, drawn to him by a trail of the substance he had made for the purpose of luring it closer.
But it was so familiar. The newly arrived presence was familiar, and it was emanating all these coveted emotions, and there was rage and desperation and more coming from more people beneath the attic. There were emotions he longed to see, and he longed to find out who —
I don't care.
— had just arrived, who this person was whose soul was broken up, being confused and entangled and trapped in its own emotions, trying angrily to reach out —
I don't care.
— to protect someone else, an aura that penetrated the entire carcass that was Fefga's mansion, the mansion that had kept them protected for so long, the mansion where he studied that thing they called The Door and where he once helped to rescue Nino and where he left without saying goodbye —
I don't care!
Suddenly Neros was on his feet, punching the wall, teeth clenched, and the rat scurried away.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 5:51 pm
Amelia managed to push herself up as a little strength came back to her arms, but the only way she actually succeeded in that was to pull her lower body off of the bed and onto the wood paneled flooring. Amelia rubbed her chin and pulled herself onto her knees, propped up with her hands, elbows locked. Her stance wavered; chloroform wasn't exactly an easy thing to recover from, and her head still pounded in her ears as she stared at Renault, eyes wide in shock. Like the entire left side of his body is dying... an-and his eye...
"What's... h-happening to you?" Amelia whispered, fear creeping into her voice. Her hands were trembling. She couldn't make sense of things. Why had that redheaded woman (not Mother, it couldn't be Mother, she couldn't have come to Learania, could she?) only reclaimed her of their entire group attempting to escape? Were the others all right? And what was happening to her father? Her head spun as she pulled herself to her feet, leaning her elbows on the bedside table. Why was it pounding so much? Was it that rag from before? It had smelled so odd...
"Dad... what... what's going on?" Amelia gripped the edge of the bedside table in her hands. The muscles clenched in her upper arms, hidden by the huge, overly-large sweater covering her from her collarbone to just down her thighs. With the sweater that swallowed her up, the dizzy mannerisms, and wide, frightened eyes, Amelia looked more vulnerable than she thought she might have ever looked (or felt) before. "Where have you been? And... your body...!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 6:13 pm
Melethia contuned to follow the scent untill something diffrent hit her nose. "Blood." She stated. Since Melethia was mostly carnivous, (the only thing she eats that's solid food that isn't meat is strawberries.) blood was a scent that stuck out a bit more.
"That blood smells familiar. It seems a bit off though." She said. She started following the scent of the blood.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 7:22 pm
Break me, shake me, hate me...
But when the madness stops, you'll be alone.→τειғι← ◣ ♪ I can't feel nothing at all... ♪ ◥ You've confused me in a way that
I've never known... The moment that dreaded word for the masculine parent fell from her lips, Teifi felt as if someone had put her heart on ice. So the man wasn't bluffing- he had a relation to the girl that she couldn't touch. She couldn't match the ties to a parent that came before her, even if they didn't look as if they shared genetics- she couldn't think of even coming close to forming the type of bond that this man had with her...
She shook the shock off and turned just enough to look at the girl that spurned her. It was to fast for her to truly accept it- the girl needed time to know her, to love her, to utterly forget the man that she called her kin. Amelia had already called her 'mother'- a monumental feat- and that meant that she already at least had a foothold in her heart. That would have to do- she would have to carve her own face into the mountainside that was the girl's emotional heart, and she had only a needle with which to do it. It did not matter. Time erased everything- even allegiances and family, if fostered with beloved lies and shameless, ceaseless love.
"It's all right, dear... Sssshhh, Amelia. You're very confused, right now." Helping her up so that she sat up onto the bed, Teifi made sure that her face was turned away from her and Renault for a split second. It was all she needed, after all; anything more than that was needless, foolish, and otherwise wasteful.
"Watch out, Amelia!" Sounding as if she was truly frightened and lurching her to make it feel like the dancer's body was trying to throw hers out of the way, she struck out with a quick blow with her fist to the back of the blonde girl's head- aimed properly, just to throw her back into the realms of unconsciousness. Satisfied that she had done her part, Teifi laid her back onto the bed and back to Renault, smiling calmly when he reached out, his voice no more than a heinous croak coming from a disheveled and rotting body. Her weight was still on the bed, and she still made no effort to move towards the beast, keeping Briseschal in her hands and ready to strike with it from her position right near the girl's body.
"You already bleed, you vile creation. I obey no demon god. I slayed him myself, years and years ago." Raising a slender finger, she gave him a 'tsk tsk' motion, then continued to speak. "I saw him die at my own hands, and those of my comrades. We slaughtered his men and slit his throat on the spot, letting his vile blood stain the dark stones of the southern seas. There is no more dark god. You, on the other hand... you bleed impurities. You seem to rot while still alive. Who is it that is truly a demon?"
Leaning back on her palms and letting her eyes wander up his vile body, she kept that smug, confident smile on her face as her blue eyes eventually settled on his unnatural golden ones. Such a sight did not perturb her after the living rot from the rest of his body, and nothing could convince her now cold heart that this man was worth thinking about, let alone pitying. Such an emotion was reserved solely for those she loved. Those she lived for. Those she cared for, no matter what came their way.
"Not by blood...? Wonderful. What father would allow her to be taken from him, and into a far more powerful and loving brood? What father would be so neglectful as to let her out of his sight?" Smiling victoriously now and holding up her arms as if daring him to strike with Amelia so close, her voice rose to a triumphant crow as she finished interrogating him. She would never be so careless. The girl would never leave her side- she was far too precious.
"I love her as well. She deserves more than an irresponsible father like yourself."
۞ You just keep me contemplating that your sσuℓ is _slowly_fading... ۞
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 7:52 pm
Amelia was still gripping the bedside table for balance, her eyes focused on her father, when she heard that voice again. "It's all right, dear... Sssshhh, Amelia. You're very confused, right now." Amelia turned to look at her, catching a glimpse of Teifi's face, now in full focus. What...? Teifi, she...? Amelia had no more time to think; in an instant, the redhead shouted, and Amelia let out a pained cry as something very solid hit her very hard in the back of the head. "D...Da..." she started before letting out a weak noise; with that, she turned silent. Her eyes blurred and fluttered closed again, body falling forwards as she fell back into unconsciousness.
Amelia's body was still as Teifi lay her back into the mattress, one arm thrown over her stomach, the other limp at her side. Her head was tilted to the side against the pillow, facing Renault. She heard nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing, she just lay there, robbed of all senses and thought.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 8:04 pm
A small, delicate flower, fluttering in the breeze...... A petal, claimed by a gentle wind, floats away... ☼ JYOTI ☼
¤▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬¤... The floor really was comfortable. Otherwise, Jyoti wouldn't have fallen asleep on it. She slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. It was brighter than before, if only barely. Not a really good indicator of how long she slept, though. "Mm... What time is it?"
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
The valkyrie turned to the window, puzzled. "What a strange bird..." She murmured sleepily, slowly getting up and walking over to the window to let it inside. The black and purple bird flew around the room a few times before perching on her shoulder. She cracked a smile, tilting her head to stare at the bird. "And what are you doing--"
"Hey, guys!"
... Wait, what?
"The escapees are giving me some... issues."
Since when can birds talk?! Jyoti stared incredulously at the bird as it spoke to her in Evelyn's voice. It took her a few moments longer than it should have to realize that it was one of Evelyn's creations. I blame slowness in the morning. Jyoti told herself mentally as she continued to listen to the magical bird speak. What it said wasn't good news; there were more people than she expected as that she had underestimated them.
The bird finished its message and a sigh escaped Jyoti's lips. What she had to do was clear and obvious, really. She grabbed Antaram off the ground (man, did that tome make a comfortable pillow when you are too tired to find one yourself). Her other hand reached for the Heal staff that she borrowed and had absolutely no intention of giving back.
She needed to go help Evelyn. "Misura... I'm going to go find Evelyn. You heard the bird, didn't you?" The valkyrie turned to Misura, a soft smile on her face. "Why don't you come along? I might need your help getting her back here alive." She held her hand out to the general. She didn't know what to expect, really, so she wanted to be as prepared as possible. Though she wouldn't admit it to most, she really did work better with Misura by her side, compared to any other situation.
And so Jyoti and Misura were off, following the bird back to where Evelyn was.¤▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬¤... Detached from its home, destined to wither and die alone in an unknown land.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 8:57 pm
What was this. What. Was. This. Creature. This THING in front of him. This was not human. If this had ever been human... He couldn't see it, couldn't even imagine it. How... how could someone like this... exist? This was blasphemy of the highest order. "You? You believe you KILLED the dark god?" Renault's voice was stronger now, and a bit mocking. This anger... he had felt it before. It had been long... yet, no, there was another instance. It was close to this situation. It was the morphs. This anger had originally helped him to gather the energy to create them. Now, it came from the guilt he felt from having been a part of creating the accursed things originally... that time at Halloween. This time now. Neither of these would have happened if he had done as he should originally... never joined with Nergal. Killed the man while he was weak. This problem would not be here if it were not for him... His daughter would not be in danger if it were not for him...
"And how DARE YOU strike my daughter? And you try to cause her to think it was me?" That was quite obvious. But... instead, a smirk slid its way onto Renault's face, and he began to laugh. The laugh sounded a bit slurred, as the left half of his mouth would not work exactly right; but it was there, and it was recognizable. "That is... so foolish, that I can't even be angry at you for that." His features showed unmistakable mirth at this thought. "Come now, woman. You honestly think that my daughter will believe that I harmed her?" His eyes snapped downwards, fixing on Teifi's with a hard stare. "Vile creation. No more vile than yourself. You who died, and was revived by that same dark god? Yet you still pretend that you slew him? His stink surrounds you." He paused, glancing down at himself. "As for me... I am partly like the beings outside. It is just another way to keep myself alive beyond what should have been my time. Just like you."
His mind was clear. The anger cut through the dullness and sickness like a fresh, hot knife. The part of his body that was constructed was deteriorating. This much was clear. Why now, after all this time, was unclear. He had plenty of quintessence to feed on now; though he had shied away from using it for many years, he had been forced to consume lately to renew his strength and to stop the aging of his body. There had been plenty of quintessence around; he felt a bit bad for taking it from the morphs and from the town's citizens, but they had been dead. They hadn't needed it. But he seemed to need more and more, and he had used all his reserves except the quintessence of a few very special people. And now, it seemed that even the very fabric of his constructed existence was beginning to fall apart, and he had only a vague idea why.
But it would not do him any good to worry if this woman killed him. And if he ran? What would be the purpose of living, knowing he had betrayed his daughter, his only family? He would stand and fight. But... Luce's destructive power would not be suitable for this situation... or would it? He considered the surroundings, and his eyes narrowed, just a bit. Yes. This was perfect. It would work. "So... you think that I am neglectful? You think I am irresponsible? You foolish, pathetic, deceitful creature. I suspect that you do not even have children of your own. The Goddess would not be so cruel as to put a child in the hands of such a demon." He paused for a moment, to let that sink in, and then his lips moved, reciting the words to a prayer he knew by heart. Just at that moment, the very first motes of light sparkled in the first sunbeam of the rising sun... which grew brighter and brighter until it was almost unbearable. A hum arose, high and fast, but it didn't last for long.
Only until the ball of light rushed through the window, completely destroying most of the outside wall to that room.
The moment the light entered the room, though, it dissipated, leaving no trace of the energy that had just entered. And, therefore, not harming any person in the room. Renault seized this chance, knife sliding from his sleeve down into his palm, and rushed forward, movement recalled from his mercenary days. One of her ankles was damaged. She couldn't jump up and attack him, and she would move towards that side to protect it. That scarf, though. She wouldn't let go of it. And the magic that emanated from it... Renault conveniently placed a foot on the end as he moved, knife coming up to Teifi's chest with his left hand, right hand going towards her throat. "Now tell me again who is the demon," he hissed.
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Overlord of Night- Shadow
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 5:58 am
Melethia saw the flash of the light magic. She knew now who blood she was smelling. "Renault...." She said. When Melethia entered the room she was a bit surprised at the sight she saw. Renault looked like a mess. She was almost in tears at the sight of him. This was a man she cared about. (not as much as she cares for Soren)
"Renault...." She said, "No you aren't Renault. You're a monster that looks like him!" She took a few steps back.
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