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Demonchronicles_mule Crew
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 Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 9:08 am
Sibel giggled like a child, as she pulled the wings of a butterfly that had been gliding around her head. She was literally draped across the throne, with her officials carefully averting their gaze so as not to catch her attention, which often proved lethal. They were no doubt regretting granting her the throne, and all its spoils. Sibel didn't much care, she had what she wanted, The Esperanzan queen in her grasp, that was all that matters. Plus her henchman were doing a wonderful job of securing her position, by instilling fear in the hearts of the people. She dropped the wriggling, wingless butterfly on the floor, and brushed off her skirts.
She was becoming rather bored. There was no one to murder, no one to torture. No blood to be spilled at all until the foreign delegates arrived. And that was only if they resisted. She stuck her lower lip out, and motioned for an unlucky guard to step foreword. "Fetch me that murderous wretch, Jadeira. bring her into my rooms, and leave her there won't you?" He began to walk off, but then hesitated, looking back at her, as if to be sure he heard her right. Her smile widened as she motioned him to return to her side. she caressed his stubbly jaw, and leaned close to him, "What’s your name soldier?" She cooed into his ear.
"Walters your majesty, Lieutenant Walters." He saluted her with one hand, but didn't meet her piercing gaze, preferring instead to allow his gaze to roam where it shouldn't. Sibel bristled, her green eyes flashing, as she pulled him closer. The officials shifted uncomfortably, but didn't move, or say a word. Sibel took one finger, and lightly pressed her fingernail against the vein pulsing at his neck. His eyes widened in surprise, as she sunk her nail into his vein, and trailed it down to his collarbone. Blood poured down his front in a sickening river, within minutes his life had slipped away, and his head splashed into a pool of his own blood.
Sibel clucked her tongue as if in remorse, " Pity that had to be done Lieutenant." She was thrilled with herself, " Now, you-"she pointed to the other guard, "This man's orders are now your own, heed them or suffer the same fate." He rushed off, no doubt glad to be out of her presence.
she looked down at herself, the hemline of her gown, as well as her arm up to her elbow was soaked with blood. "I’m retiring to my rooms for the night, the rest of you are excused.
they were gone in the blink of an eye. 
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 3:50 pm
Jadeira bit her lip against the pain, The guards dragged her across the marble floor, and up the stone steps, gratting against ankles already scraped from kicking at the bars of her prison. Likewise, her fists bled against the rough hold the guards had on her hands. She flinched as the hateful jeers reached her ears. Her long black hair was matted with blood, and muck. Her porcelin(sp?) skin was smeared with dirt, and filth from her underground prison. She wore a rough, torn rag they called a dress, as they tossed it to her from a few feet away. Once the Queen had gained conscence anough to realize what was going on, it became dangerous for anyone to venture any closer than absolutly neccesary. Her current captors had scratch, and bite marks on their arms, faces, and necks from their brief, but painful tussle in the catacombs below.
Jadeira had reverted to her demonic side, Her clear green eyes had bled red, and her teeth had elongated, and sharpened into fine points. Sibel awaited her upstairs, she knew. The night would be a long, and painful one for sure. Sibel had a cruel sense of entertainment.
They reached Sibels rooms, Jadeira's old rooms, and dragged her into the mairoom. The palace blacksmiths, and leatherworkers had been kind enough to make Sibel a Cage, and chains for her pet Queen. The guards Snapped the chains around her wrists and ankles, the rough metal scraping against her raw flesh. A leather collar, chained to the bars would choke her at any attempt of an escape. She was then lifted off the ground with a very expertly designed pulley system. Jadeira made a mental note to execute those responsible for this nightmare machine. It was like pulling her in many directions at once.
The door creaked, and Jadeira took one last shuddering sigh before ushering her sane self into the back of her mind, and allowing her feral demon half to consume all awareness. Blocking out the pain, and terror with Ager, and a savage bloodthirst unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
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Faithofthefallen Vice Captain
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Demonchronicles_mule Crew
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 8:57 am
Sibel raced up the stairs, her eyes luminisce with savage excitement at the prospect of tormenting her predecessor.
She flung open the doors to her room, and leered evilly at the Pitiful excuse of a Queen cowering before her.
"Well, well Jadeira, its been awhile hasn't it?
I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I have taken total, and complete control of your kingdom. The sacraficial ritual is almost complete. I need only spill the blood of two more member of the royal lineage, across the altar, and I will be unstoppable."
Her venemous green eyes flashed as she leaned in close,
"But I don't want just anyone, in fact, I think I'm going to aim for two of the most influential women in the world, The infamous empress of Houka, and Lady Yami of Domachi.
She scrutinized Jadeira with her piercing gaze, and ran a long bloody trail down her already bruised arm with one nail. "Look at me when I'm talking to you my sweet.
Do you consider yourself lucky? That your not next on my list, Well I have much greater plans for you Jadeira. I intend to bring this entire world to its knees. I intend to bring around the eternal age of darkness, presided over by myself, and the king of Darkness himself. Your father, Laos, king of Demons. I intend to tear the veil.
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