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The Grim Armorer Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 7:30 pm
 I am the power behind the dark✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
The conjurer of fear✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I am the icy kiss of death✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Behind the wall of fear ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
The river of your life flows fast✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Between the shores of years✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
It bears thee ever on to me✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Behind the veil of tears✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Listen! Listen, ‘mid the dark✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
‘Mid the silence of the night✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I seek for thee, I yearn for thee✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy soul to scorn and blight✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Closer, closer, art thou born✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
By light of Moon and Sun✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I see thy face so clearly now✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy life is all undone✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
To me! To me, Oh mortal soul✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
To me thy life steers straight✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
No god awaits on brilliant throne✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy soul is mine by right.✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖  ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════╗
“Did I say drop them?” he growled as if she had just smashed one of his late mothers tea cups. “small wonder you lot cant even keep one keeper in his box. Guardians of the universe bah.” Kneeling the necromancer lifted the tongues with almost religious reverence, each resting in the palm of his hand the bony claws of the other hovering over them casting a shadow of spines and spikes.
He leaned in close to the dead flesh and began to whisper, his voice was warm and deep as it washed over the lumps of blood and flesh. The shadows cast by his clawed hand seemed to twist and distort, though on closer inspection something much more sinister was taking place. A black shadow crawled from between his lips, it was like a tiny man crawling from sinking sand, so was its labored movements. Yet the necromancers whispers seemed to encourage it, right up until it was resting on the the tongues, and then it became black smoke sinking into the flesh.
“Excellent.” he watched twin black circles appear on each tongue before both vanished and he was once more holding nothing more then gory bloody meat, where that meat had spent the last few decades a complete mystery.
His gaze turned upwards his hair whipping into a frenzy as she took off once more. His brow rose as she spun madly then released the corpse in a random direction. “I wonder if she is aware he is in fact conscious in his meat suit, With such wings I wonder how hard it would have been to set a man suffering not just from eternal undeath but also syphilis down a little more gently.” Knowing the angel was to busy to look at him he managed an amused smile. The situation may be intolerable but he could already detect the same tender buttons he had pushed in Hiroko laying just under the surface of this angel, and that brightened his mood considerably.
He watched the angel descend his eyes narrowing as she passed between a stray beam of sunlight which suddenly seemed to be intent on blinding him. He reached out with his skeletal hand and plucked a single long strand of hair, offering it to the dark haired witch. “Makes sense, are you sure that is all you need? It would do no good to step into the portal only to find out hair is completely inadequate.” He raised one hand to shade his face once she had taken the hair from him.
He ignored the half compliment directed at his child and held out the tongues. “Now eat these, and chew slowly, no spitting or puking.” he warned. “The language has to get a good feel of your mouth and throat, if you rush it then it will never be able to finish and the spell will fail. It has to know you want it inside you or it will rebel, and trust me you wont like that.” He shook the tongues impatiently causing the fleshy sacks to dance and wriggle horribly, much to his delight. “Once these are devoured properly you will be able to aid me in keeping the portal open, my words will be meaningless to you, dont worry about that. Whats important is that you understand what it is saying to you, they will be afraid and unfortunately given my roll in this I will not be able to keep them calm.”
He knew very well she likely had no idea what he was talking about, it was best to leave it a mystery until the time came. Even he was a little uncomfortable with the act he was about to preform. On a long dead body with a peaceful spirit things may have gone smoother, with two fresh corpses whom would likely be screaming and moving all on their own in a few moments he would need more then sheer mastery over them to ensure success. “It is important you never panic once we are alone with them. When I am casting the spell panic all you want, so long as you are ready to woo your way to success when it is time.”
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 8:42 pm
"Oh, I'm sorry, did you say not to drop them?" Alice hissed back at Azya. Her distaste for the male was anything but hidden. "You told me to cut them out, so I did. If you want me to do something specifically, maybe you should give better instructions." She shrugged casually as it was really none of her concern whether he was upset about the tongues or not. No sweat on her brow over it.
Trivial confusion overcame the dark witch's features as Azya offered his hair to her. "Your confusion in this matter is truly baffling, Azya. I wonder if you've ever even performed this rite before." This statement made Alice ruffle her wings in agitation and anxiety. From her experience with Jade's memories, Azya was likely to lie at any moment to get what he wanted, ultimately. If he was lying about opening this portal she'd rip from limb form limb. But it was of no matter. This was only a plan B to Alice, insisted to be plan A by Jade.
"Your hair is only to let the child through the portal with us as it is a part of you as well. Use it with my hair and Jade's hair as this 'tuning' you require for the portal to let us through." She was growing irritated and impatient beyond belief now. She was likely to start shooting if they didn't get into the Keeper's realm soon. The sun was beginning to set. They only had until midnight, she was certain, if that.
When Azya began to speak in his trivial manner about eating the tongues, Alice nearly vomited. Fortunately such a disgusting mortal tendency was below her. "You're kidding right?" She nearly chuckled as he held the meat out to her. Disgusting. She looked to Jade nervously and that set the woman off.
"Alice, do what he says, for ******** sake do I look like I have all day and night to do this s**t?" her hand instinctively went for her gun but, closing her eyes, she calmed herself. "Eat them, Alice." She made it clear the angel didn't have a choice.
Begrudgingly, the angel took the meat from Azya and slowly began to eat it. The meat was tough and rubbery, she could feel the sick striking her mind but she refused to allow it to touch her body. She would eat this as she was instructed to make Jade happy and to help the realms remain balanced, but all the while she glared at Azya angrily.
Jade, behind Azya, stared at the scene before her. How strange and surreal all of this was. But, really, she had come somewhat accustomed to this kind of this. She winced in sympathy as she watched Alice eat the disgusting things. Even during her time in Azya's homeland she had never seen anything requiring such repulsive measures.
Taking a deep breath in from the sympathetic illness of watching Alice eat the tongues, she noticed the dark witch from the corner of her eye. She was coming towards her with a golden chain of some sorts. "Put this on your left wrist." It was then that she realized the woman was holding what resembled a golden pair of hand cuffs with a golden chain about ten feet in length.
Again, Jade looked to Azya for comfort but he seemed occupied with Alice for the time being. So she held out her hand to her counterpart and allowed the cuff to be fastened to her left wrist, the other woman latching the other cuff to her own right wrist. Now they were stuck with each other, no matter what. This made her nervous yet also more comfortable. She held her stomach and smiled lightly but her counterpart stopped her, smacking her hand away from her bump on her belly.
"You can't be a mother in that realm. The Keeper grew used to my maternal instincts while I was with him but that doesn't mean he's numb to such a thing, especially in a woman happy to be pregnant. You need to erase every happy emotion from your mind when we're in there. Don't think about the sword, don't think about Azya, don't think about your baby, don't think about anything but what you see. There are creatures in there that will notice you and the things you think. If you stand out too much they will attack where normally they may let you be.
"You need to pretend you're dead, Jade."
She let her words hang heavy in the air before returning her attention to Alice who had just finished downing the first tongue and was starting on the second half of the other one. It was disgusting to watch, she was just glad she didn't have to endure such a nasty process.
As Alice slowly chewed the last piece and swallowed hard, her belly now filled with disgusting meat that she kept mentally telling "I welcome you inside me," which, ultimately, was just as disgusting, she looked to Azya. Another hard swallow to forget the taste and she parted her lips to speak. "Now what? Was all she could say.
"Let's move it! We need to get this show on the road." the dark haired woman now tugged on the chain that bound her and her mirror together, pulling her in front of Alice and Azya. "We're ready. Alice is ready. Let's move it, Azya." Her gaze spoke of a challenge as she began to wonder if Azya was playing her again.
It was good that she now had his woman and child bound to her if he was trying to bide his time to let the Keeper reign. Alice could open the portal on her own, but could not keep it open. It was much less risky to let Azya do it but she was willing to settle if it came to that.
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Toxic Fascination Captain
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The Grim Armorer Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:15 pm
I am the power behind the dark✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
The conjurer of fear✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I am the icy kiss of death✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Behind the wall of fear ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
The river of your life flows fast✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Between the shores of years✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
It bears thee ever on to me✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Behind the veil of tears✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Listen! Listen, ‘mid the dark✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
‘Mid the silence of the night✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I seek for thee, I yearn for thee✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy soul to scorn and blight✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Closer, closer, art thou born✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
By light of Moon and Sun✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I see thy face so clearly now✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy life is all undone✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
To me! To me, Oh mortal soul✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
To me thy life steers straight✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
No god awaits on brilliant throne✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy soul is mine by right.✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖ ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════╗
Azya watched her eat every bite, his gaze intense and unblinking. Though to everyone around him this act was beyond grotesque Azya gave the strange richual the respect it deserved. She wasn't just eating tongue, she was eating the very language the dead spoke, each bite would allow her another few moments to connect with the dead in a way she could never have hoped to without the extreme measures he had taken. When she was finished he reached forward and placed a hand on her throat. The movement was surprisingly quick and so lacking in any form of threat it could hardly be avoided. “Good” he said softly, the golden globes set in his skull looking almost proud of her accomplishment, if she hadn't known better she might have thought Azya was genuinely pleased. “You should be proud” he stated “Believe it or not that was a more difficult task then merely over coming your pallet”. Under his fingers he could feel the language taking hold in her, to him it was a soft vibration, a song that traveled up his fingers and into his body. He pulled away.
Turning he eyed the golden chain that connected the white and black witch, his eyes following the length of it until it met his white haired witches wrist. He followed this up to her face, his brow knitting with worry. “Please be safe” he ushered to her earnestly before raising his skeletal hand in the air. Behind them the corpses began to rise with jerking grace and unnatural movements that spat in the face of common physics. He took several long strides the corpses following him as invisible strings held them upright.
Azya sighed and took in a deep breath as the corpses flopped past him and crumpled to the ground before his feet. This was going to hurt, though the pain was minor compared to the terrible thing he was going to summon merely to open a door. “Enkartem Mortigai Mo-” and the rest of words sounded like nothing any of them had heard. This was secret necromancy, the type forbidden even to the most powerful of dark sorcerers. He had spoken the language of the dead around Jade before, this was nothing like that. This was a song, his voice so very far like the hissing accented voice he used to speak their language.
Before him the corpses rose once more only this time it was not to their feet, rather it was to hover with their faces to the ground. The clothing they wore began to burn in green flame leaving behind pale flesh, vulnerable and soft. That was when the screaming started, any wonder anyone may have held for the song was shattered by the terrible sound that rose from the men before him. A screech that only became ever louder as something attempted to crawl from their naked backs. Bones broke, shoulder blades separated like wings and ribs spread like feathers each tipped with dark blood that hissed to the ground and boiled until the cobblestones turned ashen black.
The smell was strange, like green tea it wafted from the terrible sight. With the strange smell came a dark red smoke that rolled from the necromancers face. It moved like boiling water spreading amongst himself and the corpses, where it touched naked flesh it burnt. Azya didn't even seem to notice, he did not even falter when he drew the long knife from his belt. Its edge was keen, made from some black shiny stone and touched with spell work, the handle white smooth polished bone. He turned his head up to the sky his hair falling limply to stick to the sweaty skin on his naked back.
His words did not falter when the weapon plunged into his chest, piercing through him as if he had no bones at all. The screams grew in tempo as the bodies of the two men began to contort. Their bones shattering and reshaping, pressing against themselves and drawing into a terrible arch of flesh, blood and bone. Their faces remained intact, decorating what was now clearly the walls to his portal. Azya dropped his knife and bent slightly at the waist, reaching into himself,
For the first time in the spell his voice did become pained, though he still sung it was hard to ignore the obvious overtones of restrained suffering as he broke his own ribs and took hold of what he had summoned deep inside his gut. A book, heavy and huge came from his body, which quickly collapsed to one knee, bloody hands turning a cover hidden in the shadow of his strange fog. He fingered the pages until he came to the verse he had been seeking to finish his work. He laughed then, still he spoke yet his words were spoken with a good natured cackle. To think he would find this verse here, in this very book.
“Elm and Poplar, Birch and Oak”
He spoke now in the common tongue of the dead, each of them should have known these words. Both Jades due to the time spent with him, however Alice due to the tongue she had eaten moments before. Between the arch something dark began to flourish, gently growing.
“Deathly Pale, Blackened cloak”
The portal opened with a bang, the dark fog thrown aside from the shear might of the sudden impact, trees groaned and the cobble stones bounced and shattered. The ground at his feet had turned pitch black and still burnt with the fowl blood spilt in the ceremony. Though the wind slowed and great force was still emanating from the portal, the faces in the wall were screaming for help, begging to die.
Only then did it become clear he had stopped singing and started speaking with the faces, his voice calm and soothing regardless of the horrible shape his body was in, organs spilling from his open chest cavity. His skeletal arm was bloody to his elbo and seemed to be holding his own heart in place for his second hand was busy with the book and thus he was forced to watch his internals spill from him. His Golden eyes found Alice willing her to do her part in this as he struggled between soothing them and speaking the spells required to keep the door from shutting on them. If she could not calm them then he would without a doubt loose control of the portal and it would have all been for nothing.
“HELP ME PLEASE.” “OH GOD THE PAIN!” “AAAAGHHH LET ME DIE LET DIE LET ME DIE LETMEDIELETMEDIELETMEDIE” And a thousand other verses like it spilled without rhyme or reason from them. Azya dropped the handful of guts he had been holding to his chest and foraged in his pockets, drawing free the vials and muttering words over them before releasing them along with a strand of his own hair. Together they moved into the vortex, the glass melting before they vanished in the dark portal.
Time to go.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:59 pm
Alice was not at all phased by Azya's half-hearted praise. She only craved to have the portal open and Jade inside it. The hoops he had her jump through were only a means to greet that end and so she allowed it.
Jade smiled and stepped forward to quickly kiss her lover on the lips when he asked her to be safe. She felt it to be more a prayer in general but his concern filled her with love and strength. Strength she'd use to get though this. "I love you Azya. No matter what." The look in her eyes was nothing but confidence. She would see him through this. The dark haired witch rolled her eyes and pulled on the chain to bring Jade back to her side to allow Azya to work.
As soon as he began the dark witch smiled, forcing down the giggles of excitement that begged to bubble up from her core. The white witch fell to her knees the moment the screams began, tears welling in her eyes. The pain, she could feel it. Necrotic abilities within her, a demonic curse upon her, nothing could make these screams any easier for her to bare; she was too innocent in her core for this kind of torment before her.
Alice, however, was astounded, truly amazing and impressed. This magic was disturbing at best yet still, the level of intricacy in his speech... She would have never expected a spell like this... How.... intriguing...
The dark witch couldn't help but feel her eyes drink up his blood as Azya tore himself open, his organs pouring out to the ground. Oh the sight was something she had always wanted to behold.
The white witch, however, was far from entertained. She wailed and sobbed, screaming, begging for him to stop. But Alice quickly took flight, landing behind the white witch, holding her sobbing and shaking form, helping her to her wobbling feet. "You mustn't interrupt him, Jade. I can help him once this is all over. But you must not interfere or this will all be in vain." Her voice was hushed against the witches ear. The poor thing was panicking for the sake of her love.
"Remember that, though he' may appear human and act human towards to, he is still undead enough to survive. Trust in his abilities as he trusts in yours." She didn't even notice that she was speaking in the language of the Dead, in Azya's tongue. Nonetheless, Jade understood her words and was calmed by them if ever so slightly.
it was then that Azya's golden eyes found her and she knew his silent demand. She beat her wings, fluttering before the faces, cooing to them in two different languages, splitting her words between the language of the dead and the language of the seraphim. "The pain is only in your minds. Shhh. Calm yourselves. Focus. Close your eyes and focus. Make the pain vanish. I believe in you." She kissed the faces, encouraging them with her lies. There would be no end to their suffering, but they needed to stifle their screams.
The dark witch siezed the opportunity the moment it showed itself. She grabbed Jade, nearly carrying the woman, and took her left hand, intertwining it with her right hand as she sprinted for the portal. Whether or not it closed behind her, she cared not. She had to be in there. Getting out would be something she worried about later. "Time to go, Jade! Move those feet!"
The white witch had been crying up until this moment, the pure shock of being dragged by the dark witch bringing her from her sorrow for Azya and more so into panic for herself. She felt her feet move with her mirrors as they draw nearer to the portal.
All that was left was the echo of the dark witches elated cackles as they passed through the portal, unknowing of what would await them on the other side. Only then did Jade realize she had no idea where Azya had created the portal in the Realm.
s**t.
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Toxic Fascination Captain
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The Grim Armorer Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 7:06 am
The underworld had always come across as some kind of terrible place of horror, trillions of spirits built into its walls to create an immense black castle of screams and savage cries. Emotion was run raw here, many spirits so brutalized they had become nothing more then a single dominate emotion. It didn't even require the keepers constant presence for the spirits turned against each other, tearing into one another to generate an eternity of pain.
Except this was nothing like that. This was a place much like the palace only brighter, its walls decorated high with all manner of art and enormous windows showing a night sky with three enormous moons, one of which was a wondrous green gas giant. They were surrounded by bodies, pressing against one another, laughing and dancing to a bright lively tune played by the masked band sitting upon a podium. All of them were wearing masks, of every shape and size, a vast ocean of color and style. The outfits were lavish and impressive to behold, each perfected to look like what ever face their mask beheld.
Azya had at the very least managed to set the portal down to one side though it could not be seen now it was likely they had simply walked right through a wall to the left side of a suit of armor far to large to be worn by any normal sized mortal man. Within a minute the song came to an end to a wave of applause that rose from the crowd like a wave, dashing itself on the podium.
“My my are those not impressive, look Edward those masks are positively stunning!” her voice was light and flitty, irritating did not begin to cover it. “Dears I must positively ask of you...” She wore a pink gown, enormous and full of ribbons and frills. Her mask was that of a pig, its teeth wide and hungry and eyes dark intelligent beads. “...Where did you acquire such lovely human faces? and those clothes my goodness! Bell of the ball the pair of you, bell of the ball!”
“Yes Yes my dear” Her husband on the other hand was dressed like some kind of dark farmer, dressed in straw with a scythe hanging at his side. He either didn't know what a farmer was or he had gotten it confused with a scare crow. “keep your tutting down to a minimum your scaring the poor darlings.”
A song began to play from the podium once more, more applause quick as you like. This was some advanced version of the child's song ‘you are my sunshine’, it was eery and demanded a slow dance. The dancers appeared to be purely couples, each dancing a scant inch from one another completing complicated steps in perfect time as to never actually touch one another. The cold lament of the song fell over the room like a fog, the dancers moving to it like slaves to the lash.
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Azya could not help but thank a god he had not thought of as his master in a very long time for ceasing the reaping of mortal souls. Though his guts hung about him like the grizzly insides of some beaten pinyata he knew he would not die. The recovery spell work would be complicated if not for the strange book in his hand and the already prepared flesh totems he had used for the portal. The angel appeared to be doing her part, the faces still begged for death and many other things, some of a more sexual nature puzzingly enough. However he could feel their will breaking, allowing him to hold the portal for the time being.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 2:37 pm
Jade looked to the woman who had dragged her through the portal with her. They now stopped holding hands and the white witch found herself anxious. She had a bad feeling about the revelry before them. The way the woman awed at their faces, thinking they were fake, made her take a step back. But the dark haired woman caught her by the wrist. Looking down, she realized now that the chain seemed to be gone, and though her mirror was holding her firmly by the wrist, she still could feel the cold metal grinding against the bone of her joint.
"Be careful what you say and where you look." Her counterpart's voice rang in her mind as if she was under water, her voice hardly audible over the sound of the music. "These souls are not of our realm, they are not living. We are trespassers of a nature they reject. One wrong move and they'll tear your face from your skull and wear it as if it were the latest fashion."
Jade's grey gaze turned to the dark witch at her side as she let go of her wrist, releasing the tension of the invisible cuff around it. This woman seemed so calm here in the face of danger. Not even a flush of pink brushed her cheeks as she stared danger in the eye. She mentally smacked herself and stopped awing over the potential woman Jade could have become.
"We made them ourselves." Jade tried to sound casual as she said this, allowing her hand to wave to and fro as she dismissed the notion. "Even stitched our clothes ourselves."
At this her counterpart gave her a stern 'What the ******** are you saying' glare and turned her head back to the pair, her eyes lying as she scanned the crowd. "Oh, look, sister, there's Trevor." Her smile was so perfectly fake it could have been mistaken as genuine. "I'm sorry, we really must say hello to our old friend."
Jade bowed and curtsied to the couple and smiled. "T'was a pleasure meeting you!" she called to the couple as she was dragged further into the crowd by her counterpart.
The connection they had thanks to the invisible chain made it possible to communicate with each other in secrecy, though the white witch was still trying to find the link within her mind so she could use it properly. But it did not allow easy navigation through the crowd as, invisible it may have been, it was still tangible. Dodging and weaving through bodies gracefully, the dark witch dragged Jade by the wrist, scolding her as they went."Seriously? We made these? I'm clad in metal, you idiot! Why would you choose such an awful lie! Say you got them from the East or something vague. We'll be lucky if they buy your s**t story and let us waltz out of...."
Then it struck her... She had no idea where she was. She had not found the palace in the Keepers realm before. She had no idea which way to go to find his lair where she had hidden the sword. Gods, she prayed it was still there. She could teleport within the realm, that wouldn't be too hard. But that was the extent of magic that she could use. And without knowing which direction the Keeper dwelled, she could not teleport anywhere. She knew his bones had resided under the Palace at one point....
Perhaps in this realm they still rested there as well, maybe they could lead her to him...
"Come on." These words were spoken aloud as she quickened her pace towards the Palace, her destination set on that dark and dam basement where she had first met Azya and set all of this into motion.... The birthplace of the beginning and the end..
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Alice snarled on the inside at the sickening sexual begging from the disfigured faces in the portal walls. How pathetic these beings were... Oh how she wished she could just rip their souls from them... But that would disrupt Azya's workings, certainly. She used her magic to weave an illusion for the faces to see her taking off the blackened robes of the Seraphim and dancing for them seductively. They would have no idea she was actually standing there, watching Azya hold his internal organs.
"Are you gonna be alright, Death Dancer?" It's what Necromancers were commonly called from her experience, her words coming out in common tongue so that the faces would not understand her in their possessed craze. As she awaited a response from Azya, she returned her attention to the faces who still thought they were getting a show. "Does this ease your minds, darlings? Just relax and calm yourselves, the pain is only in your minds. Just watch me dance for you and calm yourselves; I can't dance if you're screaming over my music..." Her voice was sultry as she casually waved her hand, making the illusion wave her hips inches from their faces.
Oh how simple minded men were. How amusing.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 8:08 am
I am the power behind the dark✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
The conjurer of fear✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I am the icy kiss of death✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Behind the wall of fear ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
The river of your life flows fast✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Between the shores of years✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
It bears thee ever on to me✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Behind the veil of tears✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Listen! Listen, ‘mid the dark✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
‘Mid the silence of the night✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I seek for thee, I yearn for thee✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy soul to scorn and blight✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Closer, closer, art thou born✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
By light of Moon and Sun✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I see thy face so clearly now✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy life is all undone✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
To me! To me, Oh mortal soul✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
To me thy life steers straight✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
No god awaits on brilliant throne✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy soul is mine by right.✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖ ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════╗
As the two women weaved their way through the crowd the temperament of those around them began to change. At first they were amongst others much like themselves, silent bystanders to the intrequet dance. However the music grew in its demand and more and more they would come across others tied in the similar manner, soon they were among the very few not enchanted by the ever more bizarre music flowing from the stage.
Masks and faces began to blur, no longer were they standing among people wearing the faces of beasts, monsters and angels, rather it was all these things with the masks of people. The longer they stood under the influence of this music the more difficult it would become not to forget their own faces, in time they would be dancing along with all the rest. Soon they were alone, every one moving without touching, and amongst it all two women who could not hope to mimic the strange and ever changing movement of it all.
By now Jade should know she was standing in the deeper chambers of the palace, the fireplace where the Necromancer had first approached her off to one side. A man stood there, roughly the size of the necromancer but with more flesh on his bone, long silver hair streaked with black tied into an advanced braid that would have spoken of authority in the necromancers homeland. He had a platter of cakes to one side resting on a stout table and a glass of something dark as muddy water in his hand. His costume was remarkably simple, chains and strange dark fabric adorned the man in a mixture of what one would expect the keeper to wear and what the prisoners of his castle wore. When he cast his gaze in their direction it was clearly Azya who stood their, though without any of the necrotic taint that had turned him into the walking corpse he was in the true world.
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Azya made a sound that might have been a laugh or a deep groan, though he could not see what she was showing them he could hear her words and his imagination lead him on to just what she was up to. He was gathering his innards around him singing softly for several moments before he spoke. “I will live long enough to see them through the gate if that is what you mean” He sighed and pressed his bloody fingers to the yellow pages of the book.
The odd leathery parchment seemed to hungrily drink the blood leaving not a mark on its strange words. His finger halted, his head rising ever so slightly. “I thought it would take longer then that” A sound like a bag full of water popping followed by a second wet retracting noise. Then the sound of a body hitting the ground, behind them a man whom had only just lost his head to the stray silk snake like form hovering over him twitched several times then made to stand once more.
“Hiroko is dead. Means the palace is no longer hidden with her magic, the dead will be coming. Lets hope they come out before this place is over run with worse then farmers boys who cant die.” His hand rose distractedly and closed into a fist, the corpse exploded in an array of blood and gore that spread across the cobble stones. He attempted to stand his voice suddenly lashing out in song once more to keep the portal open but found his legs numb, he could no longer feel them. From the forest line several hundred feet away dark shadows were moving, screams and groans could be heard on the whispering wind.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 12:17 pm
The moment they entered, the dark witch scowled. She felt a familiar aura from outside the palace but didn't fully recognize it in the complete difference of the realm. But she now recognized it.
The white witch, however needed no aura to recognize the human shape of her love. She had dreamed of him in this form, seen his human form as a child in her memories when she shared them with her lover. And that braid... That braid, she knew it had to be him. She wanted to run to him and be in his arms but the chain was suddenly pulled taught. A quick glance to the dark mirror beside her, and she understood.
"I'm surprised the Keeper holds Azya's mortality here... I suppose it's just part of the price he paid so long ago..." There was pain in her thoughts as she stared at the handsome man she still loved so, especially without the taint that had caused him to become a monster in her eyes. "But remember this realm is different from ours. He may not even know you at all." With this, they approached.
"Hello," the dark witch spoke, bowing her head slightly in respect. "Why are you not out reveling with the rest?" Her voice sounded innocent, just as it had when they first met in the other realm. They might be able to just luck out! Certainly Azya knew how to find the Keeper, even in his humanity - or at least what was considered humanity in this realm.
The white witch could only stare at this form of flesh before her in awe. He was incredibly handsome, stunning even. A vision of excellence. But he wasn't her Azya.... Her Azya.... She tried to conceal her pain as the images flooded her mind. He was in their home realm suffering. His organs falling from him like candy from a vending machine. He was dying in undeath. She had to return to him to save him... She held her stomach in worry for a moment then quickly removed her hands, remembering her counterpart's warning earlier.
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Alice frowned as Azya chuckled. It was the chuckle of a pained man who had achieved the first part of his dying will. It was painful to hear this, even if she didn't care for the man. "I'll live long enough to see them through the gate if that is what you mean." These words rang in her ears and heart. Fallen or not, Alice still had a sympathetic habit. As she looked back to her faces she was stroking and calming, weaving her illusions for them, she frowned, praying that Jade had planned far enough to save this poor man from his suffering in a way other than death. A child without a father was a sad thing indeed.
As Azya began to ward off the souls aching for rest, Alice grew concerned. He was in no condition to fight but if she left her post at the portal, it would likely close. She was helpless and he was nearly there himself in his current condition.
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Toxic Fascination Captain
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The Grim Armorer Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 3:49 pm
I am the power behind the dark✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
The conjurer of fear✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I am the icy kiss of death✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Behind the wall of fear ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
The river of your life flows fast✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Between the shores of years✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
It bears thee ever on to me✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Behind the veil of tears✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Listen! Listen, ‘mid the dark✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
‘Mid the silence of the night✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I seek for thee, I yearn for thee✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy soul to scorn and blight✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Closer, closer, art thou born✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
By light of Moon and Sun✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I see thy face so clearly now✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy life is all undone✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
To me! To me, Oh mortal soul✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
To me thy life steers straight✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
No god awaits on brilliant throne✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy soul is mine by right.✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖ ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════╗
The man whos soul was half that of a undead monster had bright glowing gold eyes, unnatural and unholy. His skin was cold and dead as the stringy hair that hung from his head. If he was to lay down and close his eyes it would be no stretch of the imagination to imagine a corpse. As a human man his skin was indeed pale but not pasty, rather it was almost translucent, glowing even, it spoke a tale of long hours in dark places. Of his eyes, they were deep brown, earthy and wise. These watched the two girls with immense curiosity. He bowed politely at his neck at the pair of them, without a doubt if they had offered their hands he would have kissed them. Azya was nothing if not polite, this was no adaptation of the litch.
“I have not allowed myself to fall to the music in a very long time and I am not fond of wearing a mask.” He responded easily, his voice was so accented every word sounded like he was either singing or chewing, it took him a long time to speak every word. “Forgive my words, your language is still very new to me.” He offered an apologetic smile that deepened laugh lines that had long since faded from the Azyas face back home. He gave the pair of them a studious look, “You two wear such fine faces, identical and beautiful. So many wear the faces of beasts, I have become so used to it I find myself stunned. You must have earned...” He halted searching for the word. “...much... Attention.”
His eyes moved from the dark haired witch to the white haired woman, his brow knitting with concern at the look on her face. Then when she touched her stomach he made a wildly incorrect assumption. This was mostly due to the bizarre habit of his homeland, not all things had words. Some things were described with action, for example their was no word for sword but rather a flourish of the hand. For hungry a person must simply touch their stomach.
When he saw this his eyes swept across the room, it was brief movement, hardly noticeable if one was not watching. He then lifted the plate from the table, heavily laden with sweets and offered it to her. “This place is exhausting, it would honor me if you would share this meal with...” Again he paused obviously wrestling with the ending to the sentence, he resigned himself to an embarrassed wave of his hand. “I feel as if I have seen you two before, impossible it must be and yet...” His eyes narrowed ponderously.
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Azya growled in pain and muted fury, he felt like he had a fireball in his gut and he was suppressing it, though he knew that to be impossible for his stomach was at his feet and it was empty. He had resorted to killing them in numbers by exploding one corpse among several, though the attack was slow and shambling at the moment he knew it was only the beginning. For now he could hold them off and so long as it didn’t take the girls to much longer it shouldn’t pose any threat.
These were likely people from the surrounding area whom had just stumbled by chance towards them. However it would only be a matter of time until something much more horrid located them, worse he worried if something in the catacombs might be risen. He knew of only a few names entombed in that place and all of them should give them reason to worry.
The portal stuttered and he gave his thinking up for concentration, half his mind on the portal the other firmly locked in combat with the undead.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 4:52 pm
The girls listened intently as the Azya before them was as woo-worthy as a god to their odd taste in men. When he offered the food to the white haired witch she hesitated, taking a tart from the platter and smiling sweetly at the mirror of her lover. She wanted to kiss him, to love him, but she knew this form of her lover was long gone.
The dark witch, meanwhile, was ignoring his words until the last statement of familiarity. She was thinking, weighing her options, planning as she always did. It was a wager she had to place a bet on here. She needed to hurry this trip up, she didn't have a lot of time, she knew this from the beginning, but this portal placement was anything but desirable. It set her back in her plans and was annoying her greatly.
'Eat the food of this realm and you likely won't be able to leave,' She warned her mirror absent-mindedly as she pondered her next move. No matter how she brought up the Keeper, it was a wager as to how this Azya would react. She had no idea how deep his loyalties lied to the God of his people. He was human, which meant he hadn't fully devoted himself to the immortality but that didn't mean he was unable to kill them if he knew of their plan. She decided to talk to buy herself more time to think.
"You've seen our masks before? Perhaps. We found them to the East at a vendor's stall. Perhaps in your travels you've seen this vendor." She shrugged this off as if it were nothing to even think twice about. She knew Azya was from the East so he surely would assume this to be a possibility and leave it as that. His appearance was distracting, alluring, making her thoughts scramble.
Should she tell him the truth as to their intentions of being here, or should she lie? And if she lied, what words would make him help them? Her mind rushed through millions of possibilities, pushing each away as if it were dirt served on silver platter. She had to think fast.
"Surely you're from the East... Your accent is familiar now that I think of it... I'm almost certain I've been to your land..." A half-truth it was. "I'm actually familiar with your tongue." She stepped forward, allowing the white witch a chance to play her part. She bit into the tart and then stepped behind her mirror, making certain Azya could not see her spit the food out into her hand and hide it behind her back, unchewed. She then moved out from behind the woman as if it were by accident she stepped out of view.
As the dark witch approached, she began to try and seduce Azya by speaking, alluringly, in his tongue. "I've always found the teachings of your people fascinating..." Another step closer, but not too close. She didn't want him to see her face was not actually a mask as the people in this realm assumed it to be. "Tell me, what is your name? Mine is Hannah, and this is my sister, Alice."
She had to use other names than their own in fear of triggering Azya's suspicions. If there was a chance they looked familiar to him, then perhaps the name would be familiar as well. Jade didn't really have a great reputation in this realm as the Keeper's wench that got away.
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Alice felt the sands of their hourglass sliding downward at a rapid pace, she could feel that her Jade was not even close to obtaining the sword, she could feel the frustration in her master's mind.
"Azya, I need to your pick yourself up." Her voice was gentle but stern as she looked over her shoulder from stroking the faces in the portal's frame. "I need you to clean yourself up. Your stench is intoxicating to anyone seeking eternal rest. You smell of a reaper." It was not meant as an insult, rather an idea forming in her mind.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 6:52 pm
I am the power behind the dark✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
The conjurer of fear✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I am the icy kiss of death✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Behind the wall of fear ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
The river of your life flows fast✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Between the shores of years✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
It bears thee ever on to me✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Behind the veil of tears✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Listen! Listen, ‘mid the dark✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
‘Mid the silence of the night✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I seek for thee, I yearn for thee✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy soul to scorn and blight✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Closer, closer, art thou born✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
By light of Moon and Sun✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I see thy face so clearly now✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy life is all undone✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
To me! To me, Oh mortal soul✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
To me thy life steers straight✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
No god awaits on brilliant throne✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy soul is mine by right.✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖ ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════╗
A grin spread over his face at the sound of his own language, a light quite laugh rose from him, a sound that had never come from Azya in the world of the living. His eyes were drawn from the white haired witch as she approached, his gaze ever steady regardless of all the supple movements of the body hiding under all that armor. However that faint light in his eyes spoke volumes of appreciation, he had not missed it he merely remained respectful. “Ah you speak my language as well as a love bird sings sweet lady” His voice radiated confidence in his own tongue, it was much deeper and full of passion, clearly he was happy to be speaking his own language once more.
“The east is considered a far away and strange place even to the underworld lovely song bird, I bow to your travels and your mastery of my tongue.” Again he bowed, this time deeply with a great sweeping motion that made his strange outfit flutter. When he stood he was a pace closer to her, his face inches from hers, somewhere in that movement he had set the tray down. His shadow fell over her and for a moment they hung like the dancers not a few steps away, inches apart, close enough to embrace but never actually touching.
He leaned in close as if to kiss her, his breath as warm as summers first breeze upon her cheek, “Your wings must spread rather wide to travel this far mortal, however the dead never eat.” his gaze matched hers then gently moved to the white haired witch behind her and then down to the bitten tart in her hand. “tell her to drop that my lady, none must see it in her possession or you will both die.” He took a step back, as fluid and natural as any of the dancers around them.
“Forgive me my lady, in my homeland it is customary to offer ones affections in a much more personal way, I understand that is not how you do things here.” He made a movement with his hands that signified his deep regrets for what he had done. However he also made a second set of hand movements, these stood for ‘trust’. “There is the most lovely vanishing in the sky, would the two of you care to join me?” He motioned to a stairwell that lead up into the depths of the palace.
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Azya peered down at himself well what was left of him. “I can see your point Alice, however at this time I find it unlikely I will be able to clean much less stand, I can no longer feel my lower body.” He was about to say something more when he considered her expression, his brow rising ever so slightly. “You have a plan” he stated simply.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 7:58 pm
The dark witch would have blushed in the close proximity of their bodies; however, she was battle-hardened, her heart broken beyond repair. She didn't even flinch as his breath embraced her cheek. However, upon the word 'mortal,' she felt herself swallow hard. She didn't even allow him to continue before she shot an angry glare back at her 'sister.' "You fool!" She snapped angrily. She had specifically warned her!
The white haired witch seemed scared, terrified even as she dropped the tart. She had only wanted to seem grateful and kind, she hadn't swallowed it, she thought her mirror's warning was only actually digesting the food. She looked down, blushing, as shame struck her but upon the mental chastising of this as well, she tried to control her emotions. The dead didn't have the blood flow to blush. She couldn't do anything right. Being dead was not a skill she could say she had...
The dark witch listened to Azya, deciphering his native tongue with a skill even the white witch, who had lived with Azya in his home land for nearly a year, could not match up to. She had her reservations on trusting any form of Azya but this was the life he offered to the Keeper, before he was tainted by the power of the Keeper, the will of his 'master.' This was the Azya she would have loved. The Azya she wanted to love.
For but a moment she allowed her heart to guide her.
If Azya knew they were mortals and was willing to not strike them down immediately then there was a chance he'd help them, or at least give them a direction to go to. She didn't like the idea of following him but it was better they were aware from the ever watching gaze of the dancers who seemed to be talking among themselves about their 'masks'. She nodded and smiled weakly, this being the only option see saw plausible.
"Lead the way..." she nearly whispered in his language, making the appropriate, reciprocal motion for "trust" but also made it clear to him that it was not complete trust.
As they followed him up the stairs she further pushed for information on how to find the Keeper, this being a very fragile situation. "How did you come to this realm? What caused you to lose your life?" If he had truly died by the hands of his 'master' then he would either sound elated or regretful. Either way she could make it work to her benefit in extracting information from her once beloved. But regret would, naturally, be the preferred reaction..
As she looked upon him, she felt her heart beat for the first time in what felt like millennia. She wished so badly that she had not been betrayed by him, she wished she could have been a lady, not a warrior, a woman in love, not on a path of vengeance. She longed for his love again... For it to be true... But she quickly got a hold of her emotions, but not before the white haired witch picked up on her thoughts......
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Alice smiled over her shoulder as Azya understood she had a plan. She put more focus into her illusions, allowing her voice to loop in their minds, a 'recording' of coos and seductive sounds and words. She then left her post and began collecting Azya's organs, gently shoveling them back inside him. "Apologies for any discomfort." She was sure she was hurting him but the pain she was about to endure herself was going to be just as bad...
After she adjusted his organs inside his flesh, trying her best to rearrange them in an anatomically correct fashion based off what she knew of human entrails, she smiled at him weakly, moving his hands over his organs to ensure he held them for a moment. At this point she stood, looking down at him, trying to hold the weak smile on her features as she reached behind her, gripping her right wing.
Before he could say anything to stop her, she pulled, the sickening sound of bones cracking, tendons and flesh ripping, filling the air. There was a splatter of blood as she pulled her wing from her back, blood dripping down her backside. She bit her lip, causing it to bleed as well, as she caressed her black wing that was slowly fading to a light grey, feather by feather.
Again she knelt before Azya, placing the wing firmly against his hands and motioning for him to move them. She then broke the bones within the wing further to wrap it around his torso, behind his back he would feel it connect its ends together, clenching his core in a vice-like wrap. It held his organs within him but it was a temporary fix. It tried to meld with his flesh but this was purely dependent upon Azya's willingness to accept its foreign power.
Swallowing hard, she felt herself grow overwhelmed with the sickening pain she had inflicted upon herself.
She stood again now and conjured a goblet of silver, the metal of the fallen, lesser than that of the holy gold. She allowed the blood from her wing to spill into the cup and gazed at it in pain as she held it before her face. She gently pressed her lips against the cup, allowing her blood to touch her lips. It was a magic beyond the human realm's comprehension, obviously, a defense against stealing the sin of an angel's spilled blood. Only if an angel kissed the liquid would it not kill a being, but empower them.
The thought crossed her mind of how her angelic powers, fallen or not, would affect his necrotic affinity, but she knew he could not die. At worst it would be ineffective, at best it would turn him mortal and vanquish the litch within him safely. But the effect she was hoping for was a happy medium: she just wanted him to be able to stand.
Lowering herself for the last time, she handed him the goblet and waved her hand, clearing the blood upon her and him, destroying the scent of death and injury and power. Once he held the goblet she stood again and slowly took her place by the portal. Before taking up her post with the faces she whispered a spell that used a language mix of demon and angel, a spell that made her body glow and spread from her form to his and then even further outward to engulf the portal and several feet outward from them.
"This should keep us undetected, intangible from this realm. It's the magic angels and demons use to keep their existence hidden from mortals. Undead or not, these beings are still from the mortal plane and my magic should let them pass through us, unseen. They shouldn't hear or smell us either..." Her voice was filled with pain from her loss but she stood strong. It was a gamble but if Azya could drink her blood and regain his strength then he could at least defend them if her spell did not work as intended.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 9:16 pm
I am the power behind the dark✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
The conjurer of fear✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I am the icy kiss of death✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Behind the wall of fear ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
The river of your life flows fast✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Between the shores of years✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
It bears thee ever on to me✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Behind the veil of tears✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Listen! Listen, ‘mid the dark✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
‘Mid the silence of the night✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I seek for thee, I yearn for thee✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy soul to scorn and blight✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Closer, closer, art thou born✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
By light of Moon and Sun✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I see thy face so clearly now✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy life is all undone✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
To me! To me, Oh mortal soul✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
To me thy life steers straight✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
No god awaits on brilliant throne✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
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Azya lead the women through the familiar passages of the palace, his steps so sure their was little doubt he could make this walk with his eyes closed. As with the rooms bellow these halls above were almost exactly the same, however instead of the brutal wounds left behind from countless conflicts they walked a palace new, pristine. His dark cloths made him a wraith with every shadow he stepped into, he seemed to float in that darkness, yet every window he passed pushed life into his step as he strode into soft Grey green light.
“I am not dead” he remarked in his own language, his voice stiff with not regret but rather a deep seated loathing, the type of hatred that takes many lives to flower in a person. “My heart beats, I eat and sleep. I am mortal and yet I cannot die, I am a prisoner in the greatest prison there is. Now be quite my little birds, the Litch is within the underworld at this time and it walks these halls as we speak.” They walked in a strangely comfortable silence for an all together short time, Azya ever before them. Finally he came to stand before a tall door, its old oak finish rich with a strange green color and a simple bronze door handle twisted in the shape of some kind of demon.
He pushed open the door and stood aside, holding it open for the two women. They were immediately faced with the incredible expanse of the Underworlds sky. The underworld had no atmosphere so rather then seeing stars or as some religious cults believed, molten lava, they were faced with a perfect vision of space. The three moons hung over their heads, the gas giant bathing them in a soft green light that flattered the translucent skin of the Necromancer whom now stood behind them. Most intriguing however was the sight of their own planet colliding with a duplicate, so far away and tiny. Even as they watched shadow was falling on it, lights vanishing one at a time, with a little imagination it was no stretch to imagine the horrors descending upon the living. Of course the underworld did not dwell in a material plane, this had been placed here so all in the underworld could watch the world they had come from burn.
“As you can see your worlds time is coming to an end, the lights of the living flicker and die. Yet we see no new souls, neither of the suffering or joyful nature.” The scorn in his voice was heavily laden with a strange tone of sadness. “You cannot imagine how long I have spent standing where you stand now, watching our world and imagining a chance to return to it. Now I must watch it die, all the while those monsters dance and sing below us.” He shut the door carefully then drew the latch, finally they were completely and safely alone. “Why have you come to this place?”
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Azya did not complain as she shoved his insides back into his open gut, they were wet and cold to her hands, the guts of a corpse. His skin felt clammy and dead to her touch and he did not sweat or smell of anything but the earthy scent of a freshly covered grave.
“wai-” he swallowed what he was going to say the moment he heard the snap of bone and the tearing of tendon. It was gruesome for an all together brutal reason. Everyone expected blood and gore from the necromancer, the sight of an angel doing this to herself however was something else, heartbreaking might have been the word he would have used.
It was done and he knew it, no magic he was aware of could return that wing to her back, flight would no longer be something she was capable of. A moment later and he was wrapped in soft Grey feathers, the like he had never felt before. Even with his deadened nerves and clammy skin he could feel the softness sinking into him. Then he was holding the goblet and she was stepping away, he could still see the marks left behind by her lips.
He said nothing to her in response, he didn't even know how to respond to her sacrifice. He just let the silence pass between them for a long moment before he looked into the goblet. He knew the repercussions, he was aware of what could happen, in his mind the worst that could happen was the loss of his litch, the dark friend that forever dwelled inside him. Closing his eyes he sighed and pressed the goblet to his lips.
The first thing that happened was the closing of his wounds, this was strangely pleasant for it happened so fast it was over before he even set the goblet down, a strange warmth passing through him that penetrated his cold sullen heart in a way that made his muscles twitch. He set the goblet down lightly on the cobble stones and moved to stand, his legs easily bringing him to his feet.
Everything was so colorful, he felt as if someone had been hiding the worlds light from him all this time and was only now showing it to him. He released a relaxed pleased sound as his shoulders relaxed into the wind causing his head to roll ever so slightly to the right. The sweet scent of the palace’s gardens touched his nose and sent his mind into a dizzying array of emotion. Ah emotion, it was so natural and unbidden, human.
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“why have you come to this place?” he turned to face them his face twisted in a mixture of worry and raw curiosity, he was on the very edge of asking how, inquisitive as always. It only took a moment, it was so quick he almost missed it. The brilliant colors turned to ash, the women before him black and white in dead eyes whom perceived color and yet had no appreciation for it. The air tasted of dust and death in his mouth and his heart ceased to beat, a shadow of dread fell over him cloaking him in shadow. He could feel it, for a moment he could sense him, himself and it. The litch, it knew, its undead master was home.
Then humanity struck him like a boxers right hook, it shuttered into his face and sunk into his chest, banishing away the darkness with the power of a bonfire lit in a dark room. All this in a manner of a single breath. Just his imagination, he of all people knew this place could trick a person.
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Azya’s eyes peered down at his stomach, the wing wrapped around him making a strange sort of outfit for one such as he. He could feel it sinking into him, accepted into his body by some strange will he could not quite understand. Not the Litches will, that much he knew. His head turned to face the angel at his side, Slowly he drew the wing from his body. He walked to her and knelt, placing the wing at her feet, the flesh of his stomach and chest now clean and unhurt. “I know of no magic that can return this to you Alice, but if it exists I will find it” He said earnestly as he placed the wing at her feet now Grey and lifeless in his hands, without any power. Just where that power had gone was a mystery to him, it could not have all gone into simply healing him and yet he felt no different.
He stood and looked around. “That is an impressive spell” he complimented “It will hold for some time, you have bought us perhaps enough to achieve this fools errand.
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In the center of corruption a light was glowing with incredible desperation, yet its persistent light constantly lost ground to the oncoming darkness. The Keepers fist closed upon it, suffocated it. Changed it. When it had opened once more that light was a terrible dark green, casting shadows rather then light.
"Fool" the earth shuttered under the weight of his disgust. "Your humanity is mine"
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 10:54 pm
As Azya explained he was not dead, Jade's plan came to fruition. Perfect! He went on to hush them as the litch was listening. Ah, the litch, the Keepers leash he held on Azya's throat. "Your time shall come..." She thought to herself with a small grin that reflected upon her external features as well. Perhaps out of place as Azya went on to talk about their worlds colliding, it grew mentally but diminished externally.
The white witch watched in awe at the spectacular view of the worlds colliding. She knew, at this point, she was only in this world as a pawn, a ploy to keep the dark witch alive as she set her plan in motion. There was no point in participating in their conversation spoken in a language she did not fully comprehend.
"We actually came to put an end to this..." Her voice was ominous as her eyes held the worlds collision in their reflection.
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Alice was unphased by Azya's earnest statement. he laid the wing before her but it was pointless. Her body had served as the appropriate medium that she had needed for Azya to keep up his part of Jade's plan. "There is no magic to return it. Only the magic of the seraphim but that is not in your capacity. You are a pawn in Jade's game and I need you to serve your purpose." Her words came off as harsh but she then softened her tone.
"Besides..." She grinned as she turned to look over her shoulder at him, her fingers still fondling the faces of the faces who were finally beginning to calm down. "You can't allow your wife to leave your child fatherless." She had no clue that Jade and Azya were not wed, it was simply an assumption.
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Now the dark witch began to lay the cards to her game of poker. She turned to Azya now, her back being to him before. She now pressed her lips against his ear as she spoke words inaudible to even to her mirror who was only mere feet away."I need to know where the Keeper resides." Her words were mouthed against the lobe of his ear in her home language. A language he had surely seen in dreams of his, a language that she prayed he would recognize at least to know the basic idea of what she was saying. A language, she knew, the Keeper nor the Litch, would not know.
"I need you to tell me where he is. And I need you to give me your hair." This was spoken in his tongue as she began to pull away from him but only to put a distance of inches from his face. Gods, the sexual tension was immense.
The white haired witch watched, in slight jealousy, as their distance diminished but her eyes widened as her counterpart spoke in her native tongue. Azya couldn't possibly know that language.... Could he? No one but her people knew that language and even to them it was nearly dead. But if he had recognized them before, perhaps he would recognize the language Jade would sing her lullabies and spells in...
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There was a flutter in Alice's wing, now a lighter shade of black but still dark nonetheless. She shivered and frowned. "Azya, the Keeper.... He knows...." Fear dripped from every word she spoke... The portal would not last long if the Keeper decided to attack them. But he would not attack directly... She knew this from experience... No. He would send people, no, minions, slaves, to do his bidding for him. He was Death incarnate... No way would he act upon his own errands.
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Toxic Fascination Captain
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The Grim Armorer Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 6:18 am
I am the power behind the dark✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
The conjurer of fear✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I am the icy kiss of death✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Behind the wall of fear ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
The river of your life flows fast✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Between the shores of years✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
It bears thee ever on to me✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Behind the veil of tears✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Listen! Listen, ‘mid the dark✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
‘Mid the silence of the night✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I seek for thee, I yearn for thee✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy soul to scorn and blight✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Closer, closer, art thou born✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
By light of Moon and Sun✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I see thy face so clearly now✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy life is all undone✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
To me! To me, Oh mortal soul✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
To me thy life steers straight✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
No god awaits on brilliant throne✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy soul is mine by right.✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖ ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════╗
He could see the steady rise and fall of her chest, the beating of her heart in the veins at her throat. He was in a place where an infinity of smells was possible and yet nothing so good as her hair, it was enchanting and a lesser man would have collapsed under the weight of it. However Azya had been a greater man as a mortal then he had ever been as a Litch, a healer and if his braid was correct a powerful leader. When he responded to her it was in perfect fluency, his voice held the stunning notes of power just as hers did. It was not merely fluency it was mastery, this was what he had given up and forgotten. “The keeper resides in all things, he is corruption and suffering empowered by death. In this world he is in the walls, he moves in every shadow and fowl grin.”
His fingers crept along her neck, delighting at the warm feeling of her skin and the pulse he felt, not thinking he pressed his teeth against her ear lobe. “Trust me sweet bird, do not make the same mistakes that I made. Stay away from him...” In her language his voice was commanding, cool and powerful. “However that is not what you are hunting, you and I both know he resides on your earth now devouring your living. You are looking for something...” His hand wrapped in her dark hair, sliding along her scalp and down her throat. “...Sharper”
He drew his other hand to his skull and plucked a single soft strand of hair which, he pulled it from his braid and reached down to press it against her dormant hand. Though he was not aware of what she would do with his hair he found he could trust the woman, and if she did attempt to do something untoward with it then without a doubt the Litch would see to it that her task remained unfinished. He was a sorcerer indeed, but always a necromancer first and hair and blood was his dominion.
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Azya nodded sullenly and returned to his post. He did not respond for long moments as he sang to the portal, his voice stronger then before and so commanding he turned the bubbling portal to become so still one could see their reflection in it. Meanwhile he considered her words, a seraphim, half man half angel. He knew of no such being in all his travels, though given the reputation of this palace he wouldn't be surprised if the halfbreed had shown up here before.
“They need to return to us soon, first their will be minions to destroy us however when they report this portal...” he sighed. “...he will without a doubt come in person, he will scortch us from this earth with a mere thought without that sword Alice.”
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