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 Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:25 am
The place in between the Land of the Living and the Demonic Relm. All the rules of the Demonic Relm apply here. The powers of Necromancy are typically at their peek in this area, although there are limits, if you were to bring some one back to life here, on how many souls you can resurrect. And when you bring them back here, they can not travel with you back to the Land of the Living, if you were to return.
The landscape here is horrid. Spikes with the impaled bodies of all species, human, lycan, vampire, rise out of the landscape. The dirt is red, cracked, and dry as a bone. There is no life or plants, not even dead trees or wilted flowers here. The air is dry, with no wind. There is no sun and no moon in the sky, just a red glow which emits from the ground itself, and a purple haze which is beyond reach above one's head. Because of a blessing, and a curse, long ago put upon this place for any living soul which were to journey here, if you are blind, you can see here. If you are deaf, you can hear here. If you are mute, you can speak here. However, the sounds you hear would be nothingness. The sights you see would be death.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 7:56 pm
" You killed her.." the child whispered, the old man weeping as he shook his head. " she cried your name and you couldnt hear.. you just read your book as they toyed with her upstairs." reaching her hand out she placed it on the mans head, pulling his memories.. the images of what the 'thieves' had done to his daughter.. over and over again as she whispered soothingly. " but its ok, you didnt like her anyway. she looked like your wife, you told her she wasnt your child.. remember?" the man sobbed, crying his childs name as he fell to the ground.. his mind breaking as he fought his guilt. with ease she ripped the image of theives from his mind, makeing him face the fact that he had done those things to his daughter.. all because she was mute and she couldnt scream for help. " your a bad man.. but its ok. she wanted you to have this." as the child said it she placed a knife in his hand.. petting his head sweetly as he slit his own throat.
As his body fell to the ground his soul remained crouched.. muttering and crying to itself on random things. Suicide just watched him, dispassionate to his pathetic actions. he had only been half dead.. living with the secret of his daughters murder for years before the stroke had hit him. she just played with him while he was here.. too bad he didnt make it.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:02 pm
Homicide merged from the ground, her form talking shape. Walking over to her, Homicide's boots kicked red dust up off of the ground. Kneeling beside Suicide, Homicide said, "Another one, sister?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:11 pm
Smiling she linked her hands together, saying softly. " he was already half dead.. and i was bored, sister."Homicide rarely got upset with her for this game of hers.. so she wasnt shy as she answered. only Nature seemed really upset with her for doing this.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:16 pm
Resting her hand on Suicide's head, Homicide said, "I know. This man was a murderer, but you did a good job." The blood from the man's neck poured out, making a puddle around Homicide's shoe, the blood just a few shades darker than the red dirt.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:22 pm
" His soul is yours." She promised, catching Homicides other hand gently as she asked. " Will you play, sister? i am lonely, these mortals are no fun." Though the realm of the living was no place for them, Suicide did enjoy studying it through the minds of those that came here.. and it was fun to chase them around with demons in this plane.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:29 pm
Homicide reached out her free hand over the man's gaping mouth, a small spark of light rising out of it. The light floated up to Homicide's hand, and vanished. Gently squeezing Suicide's hand, Homicide looked down at her and asked with a voice more gentle than her usual tone, "Yes, Suicide. What game do you want to play?" She had not had time to play with Suicide recently, and besides, the games Suicide came up with were fun. She felt and predicted several deaths appearing in their way... maybe another war in the Land of the Living was approaching. For about two hundred human years, things were fairly peaceful and consistant, and during that time, she was able to spend more time with her youngest sister, and less time at work.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:39 pm
She thought about it, holding perfectly still as she considered what game she felt like. even her hair didnt move, for no wind blew on these cursed lands. " can we play Bad Luck?" the game, though simple, was fun.. they watched people through a rift, causeing them misfortunes as they went about their lives. things like, a bee's nest falling on them.. stepping on a skate board on their way down the stairs.. and so on.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:45 pm
Homicide smiled, "Sure, we'll play that." Placing her hand out in the air, Homicide opened a random rift into the Land of the Living. It was like looking into a large puddle of water, where images flashed through as different people in different places lived their lives. "You want to go first, Suicide?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:56 pm
Nodding exitedly she studied the rift, pauseing it on a man getting out of his new car. it was nice, a dark blue mustang.. and very easy to snap the brake line. just as the man reached his porch the car slid into the street, a mail truck slaming into it and.. in turn.. slaming it into the parked car on the curb. giggling at his dumbfounded expressiong she pressed her fingers to her lips, her eyes closeing cheerfully.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 9:15 pm
Homicide watched how happy her sister became, and smiled almost lovingly as she said, "Alright, my turn." Leaning a bit closer, after a few moments she saw something that interested her, and zoomed the rift into focus on it. Several mob members on an elevator in a sky rise building, one had the mark of having recently killed a man on him. Focusing, the lights in the elevator began to flicker, the men looked a bit, but didnt really care. Then, the elevator screetched to a stop, slightly swaying and tilting to the side. A man screamed and the others cursed. Just as one of the men reached out for the emergency phone, the cable split, and the men went on the long, long fall to their deaths. A slight smirk on her face, Homicide returned the rift to normal, so Suicide could go.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 9:32 pm
Thrilled she stepped forward again.. her eyes narrowing as she spotted something odd. the rift showed very clearly, Avarice and his group in the Rosenthal Home.. Suicide looking up at Homicide with confusion. " Sister.. this one stinks, what is it?" in any form.. even though she was a goddess, and a devil, she held a childs innocence.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 9:43 pm
Homicide looked, her face showed disgust at the people she was looking at through the rift. "Three of them are necromancers... Him, him, and her. The other girl is under that one's control."
Homicide recognized them... Strangly enough, if any of them were to die, they would fall under her order in the Demonic Relm. She use to be fond of these murderers... Until they started dabbling in necromancy, which Homicide saw as a deep insult to the concept of Death itself, for her and her sisters.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 9:49 pm
Growling she swatted the image, sending a direct search until a large black dragon appeared in the rift. " It's his fault. he came here all those years ago and learned from us, then he let humans find his notes." Ha'rin.. the black dragon. still alive, and prefectly punishable.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 10:01 pm
"Even necromancers have to die, as for that dragon... If it was not for Nature, we could cut their lifespans right now." Homicide's fingers touched the ground, forging a razor like Kirai's and a scaple like Avarice's. Homicide stabbed and sliced at their images repeatedly, and very violently, her eyes glowing red with anger. Finally stopping, knowing it was pointless, Homicide said with deep resentment, "Bringing back people from the dead falls into Nature's care, and she's decided not to deal with those who sin against us until their timely deaths."
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