Dark Love Eternal.

A new creative writing collaborative with H8becomesyou.

Dark Love Eternal.

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Bane, lone vampire, in the big city of New York. She was on the run from the high elders, though she was a fighter. She couldn’t stand up to the elders. And that pissed her off. In the bigger city she would be able to fit in easy. To blend in with the other vampires that lived around here. But she was itching to have some fun. It had been to long since she had any real good fun. With running from the elders. Her body was tense and ready for the blood she craved.

The night was cold, though she couldn’t feel the cold like humans. Times Square was bustling with people. Bane could hear the rush of blood in the humans vains. Her mouth watered, her fangs elongated at the sound, poking her bottom lip. Pulling her hoodie down over her head. Most would think she was some goth chick. With the black leather pants, that gives her body. With the black leather halter top, that exposed her toned tummy, with a black diamond in her belly button. The lip rings helped with the goth opinion. They kept their distance from Bane.

Walking through Times Square, the lights flickered. Advertising all kinds of shows, products and movies. Along the sidewalk, she noticed a sign for a club. A goth club, great music and drinks. Club Night Shade, was where she would go and have her fun. Looking at the address, she pushed her way through the people. She was rather fast for human eyes to see. Most would just feel her push past them. None would see her. And she liked it that way. Her hoodie falling off her head as she made her.

Not taking her as long it would humans, to walk the 2 miles to the club. It was set off by it self. A hole in the wall by the looks of it. Two big, muslced men stood at the entrance to the club. She could feel the music hit her before she even got close to the club. The beat of the music pulsed into her body, it was electric. Her blood hummed with the fun that was about to be had. Walking up to the men, her long red and black hair flowing around her shoulders. Her deadly eyes, set on the men before her. Her voice low and seductive, “Hello boys, enjoying your night?” They looked down at her, they towered over her. That never bothered her at all. They smirked at her. “A tiny goth like you come for some fun in the club?” They shared a chuckle between each other. Bane ran her tongue along her fangs, “You could say so.” She laughed some. Seeing the flash of her fangs, they smiled. “Nice hardware.” The opened the door of her. “Thank you boys.” She walks passed them into the club.

The music was loud and bumping. Looking around the club, dark lights fit the mood. People dancing on the dance floor. So close together no one could get through if they wanted to. The club was bigger then one think, from the outside. Looking to take up about two full plots. There was sets dotted around in the dark shadows. No telling what hide in those corners, more vampires likely. She could feel them in the room, among the humans. The bar off to the right, lined one whole wall. Humans dressed as goth’s, she had to laugh to her self at that.

Down with the sickness was blaring. One of her favorite songs, it fit her so well. She makes her through the people. Slipping off her hoodie, she put it on a chair. Not caring if someone took it, she had others. Her high heels, clicked on the soild black marble floor. This is her kind of club. Passing a human she slipped the smoke from his mouth. His mouth dropped at her, but he was staring at her, he was speechless. Bringing the smoke to her mouth, she winks at him in thanks. As she made her way to the bad, slipping onto a stool, ordering a vodka on the rocks. The bartender slides it down to her. She sips her drink, watching and finding a good human to use to feed.

 

Razor:

 

 

New York – a city that never sleeps. This is true, for most. In fact it is during the night hours that there is the most life…and death. A city to millions that walked the streets blissfully unaware of the dark underbelly that lay beneath their very feet. Or were they walking alongside them? That shadowy figure that is just out of eye shot. You feel like, you are being watched, and then when you go to look there is no body there. Ghouls, and ghosts are all part of children’s stories, right? The dead don’t rise to feed on the living. All Hocus Pocus designed to either frighten us to follow strict moral codes, or…to some to entertain. But not all is teen fiction. As easy as it is for the criminal lords to run establishments to profit on the less fortunate, so to do some of the cities Vampire lords. Night clubs are the kinds of places where the unsuspecting come to drink and dance the night away – unawares that there are those, that don’t want what comes in a bottle, but what happens to be sitting on the bar stool itself. A haunt famous amongst many of those that hunt after dark is none other than Club Night Shade. Where the more eccentric club goers mix with sinners that have murderous intent. Why rob a blood bank, when your next meal is dying to dance with you?

Standing under the light of a flickering adult store shop sign, Reese had been waiting. You could say that he was perusing the night’s fare, and boy was he in for a treat or two. The girls traveled in packs for protection, but it was all too easy to ply them away and corner one indiscreetly – without drawing too much attention to yourself. Through the crowd though there was a figure that moved at a much faster pace than the ordinary club goer, in fact it was this speed that seized Reese’s attention and had him follow her movement up to the bouncers that stood in the entrance. With Reese’s exceptional hearing, he listened in casually to what was said. But the line that truly made him grin maliciously, was that this girl was packing some nice hardware. Pushing himself off the shop window with his boot, he swaggered on after the hooded girl, simply nodding to the two bouncers, who already knew who Reese was. No ID checks for this guy.

The music was pumping hard and already the dance floor was packed with sweat covered bodies. Many would already be fueled by drink, some by more illicit substances. To Reese it was a seething mass of humanity, just waiting to be plucked and enjoyed. Standing at one of the railings, he could survey the crowd at his leisure. Like a hawk, that was spotting the weakest and the easiest mark. It was all part of the hunt. A glint could be seen as his elongated fangs were already protruding, but he then turned his head to see Hoody approach the bar, after having stolen a cigarette right from the lips of some unsuspecting bloke. He turned into a tuna, mouth agape like a dying fish. This girl had style, he had to admit it.

Heading down the stairs, and making his way over to the bar, he nodded to the barman but instead of straddling a stool, he turned to lean his back against the bar and then looked at the girl who had just been served a drink.

Reese smacked his lips, before saying casually. “Bourbon helps with the cravings better. Everyone knows that vodka is for pussies.”

The statuesque vampire, who had his hair kept rather untidily into a ponytail of sorts, then sniffed loudly before he then pointed to what looked to be a drunken accountant, who was taking up space at the end of the bar. He was so out of place in a club like this, but Reese already had worked out the profile and by the size…approximate weight, he was a pretty decent feed. “Bet you wouldn’t even have to compel the sad sack…a kiss from you would probably be the highlight of his year.” Reese found humor in his own words, and shrugged his shoulders. To him, the girl looked half starved. If she needed an easy feed, nothing would beat the bloke Reese pointed out.

The Widow of Craxton Park.

A new collaborative with ricegoddess.

The Widow of Craxton Park.

Razor:

 

Few ever dared to go this deep into the darkened forest after the sun had set. Only the most courageous or stupid would hire a coach to take them north of Flinders Peak. But there had been a change in the guard, and while the roads were often only used by farmers that needed to get their crops and herds to market, it would be now that a blackened coach that was pulled by a team of four jet black horse, galloped along the gravel track. Death, which was not uncommon to the down trodden, happened at the Craxton Park. Whispers from the local village had spoken of how the Late Lord’s estate had been to a left to a mysterious cousin, who had been out of the country for well over decade. The red satin curtains that lined the windows, hid the face of this newest heir to the Lord’s estate.

Would they suffer…the same fate?

And what of the young widow, that had not left Craxton since the funeral? Yet another mystery to be unraveled.

 

RG:

 

This was possibly the stupidest idea in the whole world. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but it made it to the top five at least. Children always joke about walking down the path heading to the north towards the “haunted” estate, even daring their friends to take the journey. Of course, no one ever went through with the dares. Except today. Ethan anxiously gripped his dark trousers, releasing it and then gripping it again. He can hear his friends howling at him, trying to “encourage” him to walk down the path and to “check things out for them”. Ethan was terrified of the forest but he never admitted it aloud. It’s just a scary story, right? It’s not really… Cursed, right? Rumors always circled Ethan’s village about murders, ghosts, curses, and deaths related to this estate in the dark forest. The story was always changing, so no one ever knew what had actually happened to the Late Lord. And a bet was made today that Ethan would be the one to find out what happened and report back. When Ethan finally gathered up enough courage, he took a timid step onto the hard road, and then another… Before he knew it, he was far into the darkened forest. A lone crow’s cry causes the young man to jump in fright, quickly looking around before continuing to walk slowly. He couldn’t hear his friends’ loud voices anymore, whether they ran away when his back was turned or he was just too far away, he didn’t know. Glancing around the forest, the setting sun’s lights only helped in creating large, intimidating shadows around Ethan. He wrapped his arms around himself, his short, dark blond hair being ruffled by a passing wind. His honey colored eyes dart at each subtle movement, darting at each sudden sound he hear. He shook because of the fact that he forgot to bring a light jacket with him, being cold in pale blue t-shirt, and also for the fact that was he was scared out of his mind.

 

Razor:

 

Amazing how much the landscape changes, just by the setting of the sun. Shadows stretch on forever, and this is also the time when the night creatures come out from their burrows and knotted stumps. Under the cloak of darkness, and only bathed by the moon’s light when it peaked out from behind a grey cloud – the many small creatures went about their evening as per normal. But this place. This cursed place was not for the faint of heart. If the signage did not warn off the curious, than the narrowing of the path, and the overhanging branches that encroached upon the winding road only made the trip forward very hard going. Was someone going to dare to make it through? Children and the young at heart often egged on the weak, to test their spirit and their resolve. Tales told by travelers and merchants around the fires of the local inn – fueled by drink and bravado, were not favorable of the terrible Lord of Craxton Park. He did his farmers and workers no favors, and often kept pretty much to himself within the walls of his Manor. Only sending out his man servant to pay wages and arrange business dealings on his behalf. The more one keeps to themselves, the likelihood of gossip and innuendo spreading across the lands. He could be just a miserly recluse, but there were other events, strange and terrible that happened every time he returned from abroad. On his last trip, he did not return alone. Bringing with him a new wife. The only knowledge of her, was when she had come into town with a black veil to order a dress to be made at the seamstress. She already looked as though she was dressed for a funeral. It was not long after this time, that it was said that he passed on from this earth to the next. Though the villages were not welcome to the funeral. The hearse had passed through the town, with just the widow and the man servant following the hearse. Even then, her face was covered and it all seemed to be so strange. There was no autopsy, no word on how he died. Just a simple parchment hammered to a tree in the village square.

But back to this night, when a young lad decided to take his chances and see just how far he got, on the road to Craxton Hall.

He had long left his friends behind, and he carried no torch or light. His colorings however did illuminate in the light of the moon. Just enough to be seen by those with exceptional vision at night.

“Only the brave or foolish dare walk this path.” It was a feminine voice, that spoke as the mist enveloped the roadway. A cool breeze nipping at the boy’s neck. If he did turn, he would see the prettiest girl he had ever seen, though she had a haunting smile. Dark flowing hair that was tied back fashionably, and wearing a flowing black gown of the age.

“Which are you?” She asked.

 

RG:

 

The young man felt a sharp chill run up his spine at her voice, slowly peeking over his shoulder at her. The images of haggard, old witches quickly dispel from his mind when his eyes fall on her, put off by her beauty. The question came back to his mind again, gathering up enough confidence in that moment to reply to her, “I-I’m brave enough to walk the path!” Ethan felt mild embarrassment at his stutter, but he took the moment to examine her appearance. Despite her dress blending in so well with the shadows and being shrouded by the sudden mist, he can still see her practically perfect figure clearly under the moonlight, and… Was that a sparkle in her eyes? He shivered at the realization, unsure whether the shine was a bad sign or a good one. He tugs on the sleeve of his tunic, having become nervous when they lock eyes for a brief moment, looking away quickly after. The quiet cry of a crow seems to mock his nervousness, but Ethan stands his ground, hesitantly speaking up again, “May.. I ask why you’re out here? Are you also brave…?” Just pulling out questions that came quickly to his mind, he momentarily forgets about the cursed estate and its widow, shifting on his feet while he holds the edge of his sleeve, still trembling slightly from his nerves and the chill.

 

Razor:

 

If Florina had meant to startle the young man on his trip into the forest, she did a good job. Though, he may never admit his fear it was easy to tell by the way in which he stuttered out that he was in fact brave enough to walk this way. “Mhmmm.” Was all that the strange woman said in return as though she was mocking his answer. Her crimson stained lips curved upward into a smile that was both wicked and fun. It was almost as though she enjoyed toying with the man. Funny how the moon’s soft light brought out a sparkle in her eyes. Collecting the edges of her lace and silk skirt, she circled around the young man, looking him up and down, as though he was intriguing. It may well make him all the more nervous. A crow’s call only added to the mix, making the scene even more bizarre. Ethan stood his ground however, and was bold enough to ask of her what she was doing out here. Why was she also brave? The reaction was for Florina to stop in her tracks and whip out an ornate black fan. Snapping it open with the flick of her wrist, and fluttering it about like one of those fine ladies of the royal court.

“I wouldn’t say I am brave…just I prefer to walk beneath the light of the Moon. You see I am very fair and burn easy under the heat of the Sun. Think of this as my daily stroll.”What she just said could have been taken a different way from what was offered. Perhaps there was more to the Widow of Craxton Hall then met the eye. She did have porcelain skin that seemed to be radiant underneath the starry night sky. It even heightened the colour of her eyes, and the red rouge of her cheeks. Almost like a fine china doll. Perfection. Yes that was the word you would use. Florina could see that the young man was feeling the cold, having just come out in a light tunic. It was enough to have Florina ask of him.

“Craxton is but a short walk up this road. Care for a night cap? A hot beverage?” The black haired vixen then lowered her fan closing it slowly and offering her gloved hand. Should he take it? Or did he need to know just who she really was?

 

RG:

 

Her circling did make him more nervous than he already was. It almost felt like she was a predator hunting and cornering its prey. But he did perked up at the mention of her fair skin. It did make sense with how her skin glowed under the moonlight, looking incredibly smooth and soft to the touch. The color of her lips and her cheeks complimented her appearance well, making her look very beautiful in Ethan’s eyes, but it was also a very sinister appearance. It made the young man uneasy, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her either way. Her movements were graceful and elegant, the fan being a nice touch. Craxton? The name rang bells in Ethan’s mind, but he couldn’t quite place where he heard the name from… He looks at her small, gloved hand, tempted by her beauty to accept her offer, but his heart thumped loudly and nervously. He didn’t know who she was, but the hot beverage was very welcoming on the chilly night. “May I ask for a name at least?” Ethan looked back up at her face, “My name is Ethan…”

 

Razor:

 

How delicious. Florina thought, as she watched the young man’s chest rise and fall sharply. Each breath he drew was making his heart beat faster. If it had been any louder, it would have echoed out from his chest. All this from the simple gesture of offering her hand for him to take. She noted how he appeared timid at her suggestion. Begging the question as to what her name was. This would unravel the mystery of her identity. Dare she keep him further in suspense? Curling in her bottom lip, she made out as though it was a great secret. Leaning forward to whisper her name so softly that he may barely hear it. “Lady Florina Craxton.” Only when he had said his name, did she draw back with a cat like grace. Her bottom lip released from the bite of her teeth and it appeared more plump than before.

Ethan. Such a wise choice of name by your parents.” Her smile grew as she continued with a tit bit of trivia. “I do believe it means strong.Florina had to be the Queen of small talk. Knowing that the young man still may be wary, she lowered her hand and then snatched up the edge of her skirt, in order for her to be able to walk on without getting the lace edge caught on the ground. “Well, I am ready for that night cap. You are welcome to follow, or return to the village. I shan’t tempt you further.”

And with that, she continued on down the path, leaving the young man to his thoughts.

“Good eve, Ethan.”

Strangely enough as she left the scene, so to did the rolling mist. It was almost as though it traveled with her.

 

RG:

 

Lady Florina Craxton… Ethan thought, the name was very fitting for her he believed. He felt his cheeks grow warm at the indirect compliment of his name, unknowingly giving a tiny smile. But when she left, his heart relaxed its beating and his shivers reduced to trembles as his body is now only trying to keep him warm. He blinked his eyes, noticing how much clearer his surroundings became as the mist left with the Lady. Ethan didn’t get a chance to wish her a good night, but he glances over his shoulder back towards his village, then looks back to where Lady Florina had walked. Would he follow her? He was tempted to, oh so very tempted to. The young man’s mind was practically screaming at him to run since he had the chance, but his heart yearned to know more about the mysterious, beautiful woman he just met. Ethan had meet many women in his life, his parents always trying to set him up and even arrange marriages for him, but none of them ever stirred emotions in his heart like how Lady Florina did. He didn’t understand what he felt, maybe it was fear, anxiousness? Or maybe even… Love? He shook his head at the silly thought, but he knew he felt something. He decided that he would go back home for the night and return the following night. Maybe fate would bring them back together, he thought hopefully. And maybe he would be smart enough to bring a small lantern with him next time, along with his leather-like vest. At that resolve, the young man nodded slightly and turned back to his village with almost a small skip in his step, the shadows and thin, gnarly trees no longer causing him fear as he walked. The lone crow that was mocking him earlier just watched Ethan this time, quietly observing before taking off into flight into the clear sky.

 

Razor:

 

Did the Widow of Craxton expect the young man to follow her so easy? She tested him to some extent, only to find he was still not sure of her – refusing to take her hand and be led into the unknown. That being Craxton Park. Few dare go past the wrought iron gates and come back. Even those making deliveries know that it is best to leave the parcels and the outer perimeter and ring the large bell, that alerts the man servant of the arrival of goods. This was part of the gossip of the town. Did Ethan realize that he was one of the first to actually speak to her? The Seamstress was on a confidentiality clause, if she wanted the Widow’s business, and so she had to refrain from speaking about what they had discussed in the shop. Why would someone go to that extreme? It only adds to the mystery. And what of the new Heir? Since the late Lord’s wife did not bare him a son, his estate and holdings went directly to the next in line among his family.

There were those that spoke of a black carriage that had passed through the town not long after the funeral, but it never left the estate. Did the Widow have something to do with this?

Florina’s dress swept along behind her as she entered the grounds, the gates closing in behind her as though to lock her in. Few lights were seen in the darkened windows, but enough to light her way. Waiting at the entrance, was the former Lord’s faithful servant and now the one and only that was to care for the Widow. He bowed low as she lifted her skirt enough to climb the stairs.

“Enjoy your walk, M’lady?” Curious to know why she was out so very late. Florina stopped, as though to ponder this very question. “I had no idea that the locals were so…nice.”The way she said the last word was done with a mischievous tone. Bertie blinked. “You actually met one?” He knew that few dare venture down the dark forest road, as the gossip was enough to keep people away. Florina’s eyes sparkled as she recanted in her mind, the meeting with the young man. “A young male. Handsome too. Almost had him come back for…a drink.” There she went again. Speaking with double meanings. What she said, when mixed with that gleam, that smirk on her crimson lips was enough to make the man servant shudder. But what could he do? Did he want to end up like his Lordship?

“He turned you down, M’lady?” Bertrand was now going into dangerous territory, with his questioning – but he just had to know.

“Would you accept the offer of a night cap from a stranger, Bertie?” The Widow took out her fan, with the edge of the lace touching just under his chin, causing him to gulp.Only if the stranger was you, M’lady” The Widow chuckled lightly at his response, and she gave his cheek a little…playful swat with her fan. “And that is why I keep you on. Now…get me a drink, and make sure its…freshly squeezed.” The man servant bowed and raced inside as the Widow glanced back over her shoulder at the darkened forest, where she had met what she hoped would be her newest friend.

“You won’t turn me down next time….Ethan.”

Smiling to herself, she started up the stairs, the doors closing when she had gone through into the majestic foyer.

The Whisper of Death.

The Whisper of Death


(Inspired by The Heirs and Who are you? School 2015)


Kryss University is a school for the rich. The heirs of famous, popular businesses, the children of the politicians, the children of popular, worldwide artists and the children of some mafias attends here. They are beautiful and handsome, and rich. You may think they are perfect and lives a very comfortable life, but you are wrong. Every student in this university have a deep secret that would destroy their reputation– their lives, once discovered. Everything have flaws; nothing, no one is indeed perfect, whether you are rich or poor, beautiful or ugly.

A new school year has started again. Each student is excited to start the new year, have fun and make new memories. Everything that happened last year was buried and forgotten or left as a memory that would stick to them. But not everyone have forgotten.

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They may look innocent; they may live a comfortable life; they may be kind. But no one is perfect; no one could have a perfect life. These students are one example. Be careful who you are dealing with.

 

 

 

Ob:

The bus halted in front of a huge, tall building. “Okay guys,” their adviser said through a megaphone. Everyone silenced. “We have arrived on the hotel we are staying for 4 days. Each one of you will have your own room. As you get off, we’ll give you guys the hotel cards.” the students hollered, some of them pumping their fist on the air. Calista remained quiet on her seat and listened as the adviser talked again. “Now, the first row will get up and get off then the next and next.” the first row get up and get off. Calista sat on the 2nd row, so after the 1st row of students get off, she stood up and followed the girl in front of her. As she get off, a man gave her her galaxy colored suitcase and a hotel card. Written across from it in bold, medium sized letters was 423. Calista walked past them and pulled her shades down to her eyes. The 3pm sun blared below them, merciless.

Calista sighed in relief as she entered the hotel. The cold, comfortable air from the air conditioner welcomed her. The hotel’s lobby was amazing, of course, it’s a 5 star hotel. It was huge, like a grand ballroom. It has two, huge gold chandeliers, an indoor fountain in the center that produced the different colors of the rainbow, a couple of very artistic paintings hung on the wall and red couches with gold laces. There is also a mini fish pond on the corner of the room. The students who first got off crowded in the center of the hotel, apparently waiting for the next announcement. Calista joined them and stood meters away from them. She silently listened to them while her eyes rested on the hotel’s glass door that keeps producing another student. The students near her were talking about how they’ll spend their first night. She also wondered how she will spend her first night– it will probably depend on the activities.

 

Kay:

 

Fortune exited the bus, excited for her new adventure in life. Leaving behind her family in New York was a difficult decision to make, pushing for a more independent lifestyle than any woman in her family before her. A smile spread across her face as the group of students entered the hotel, receiving their key cards on the way. 426. She enclosed her hand around the piece of plastic and brought it up to her lips, kissing her hand and wishing for good luck – something her father had always done before a job.

The hotel was extremely extravagant, covered in gold and wonder. As Fortune passed a painting of the Virgin Mary, she stopped and made the sign of the cross over her torso. Pulling her suitcase behind her, she walked around the lobby and examined its beauty. She was used to the dingy shops and apartments of New York. Her father may have been a mafia boss, but he refused to leave the neighborhood for a better home. So they remained where they had since Fortune was a baby, and her father still worked at a pizza place.

 

Luc:

 

Lucius walked into the hotel with just two small suitcases. He had always traveled the world but hated carrying much, so he traveled light. All the students were looking at the fish, the furniture, the paintings on the wall or their phone. Lucius, however, was looking at the high ceiling. It had an almost perfect duplication of Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel on it. He had seen and studied the real one, so he could see the mistakes, but it was amazingly well done. He opened his jacket and got out the phone his father had given to him: It was no good for more than calling and taking photos, but it was amazing at the latter. It was the best camera phone out there, and Lucius carried it everywhere. The Niagara Falls, Mount Rushmore, The Great Pyramids, it was all on his phone.

 

TML:

 

Alexis jumps out of the bus. She’s excited to see what’s in store for her. And she, like most of her peers, hoped that this trip will be an unforgettable experience.
Alexis walked inside the hotel, impressed by it’s architectural design. She carries her luggage with her. Alexis checked her hotel card over and over again, to memorize her room number. 421, it’s easy to memorize but she can’t help but to look at it over and over again.

 

SA:

 

Celeste sat on the bus, she slowly slid her finger across the window. Her ring finger was covered dust from the old window. The bus came to a halt, she exited the bus and put her hood on her sweatshirt down to get a better look at the tall building. To her horror, dozens of her classmates faces lit up and started going to her. Oh God….. Even at this school they know who I am. Her parents were extremely famous celebrities, she would attend red carpet events, has been interviewed by the news, even her birth was a huge anouncement to the media. Celeste absolutely hates getting so much attention, she’d rather study, play videogames, participate in sports, and be a normal teenager. She wished her parents could just let her go to a normal school, whatever.

 

Ob:

 

Once the students were in one place, their adviser stood in front of them with his megaphones. “Okay, 12th grade. Proceed to your rooms and come back here at..” He stopped and checked his wristwatch, “7:30 pm sharp. We’ll all be having our dinners together. Make sure to wear your grandest outfit for the night!” He announced. The crowd burst into giggles and chats, mostly coming from the girls. “Now, we’ll let 20 students first go inside the elevator then the next batch and the next.” The hotel staff guided the students near the elevator. It was huge and made of glass where you can see through it.

Calista pasted herself on the wall, her suit case standing in her sneakers’ edge. She let the other students pass by her. She doesn’t mind of being last, she’ll arrive there anyway. And, she’ll also have a time to appreciate the room. It was so beautiful she wondered why her father hadn’t made negotiations to buy this hotel. Or was it theirs? Her parents never really pushed her to be part of their business, especially that she’s not the heir. Though,Moshe sometimes spectate business meetings when she’s bored and attend formal dinners and parties.

 

SA:

 

She briskly walks past her classmates who recognized her and stepped into the grande hotel and stared in awe. She walked silently around the lobby to pass time until she would hear further announcement. The lobby was glorious, gorgeous ceiling paintings, fountains with detailed sculptures, and paintings thats eyes watch you no matter what angle she happened to be at. Her long sundress caught on a mounted doorstopper she begun to trip over her dress before she caught herself. A few heads turned around because she made this big tapping noise when she caught herself. Great, now people know where I am she thought.
“Your Celeste, right?” A stout girl said excitedly.
Celeste goes here?” Her taller friend exclaims.
A small crowd of students surround her, asking her many questions about her parents. Celeste’s face flushes red underneath her heavy makeup.
Students start to fill up the elevator, she joins in too. She spots a girl with blondish hair, maybe it’s Calista, Celeste has heard of before throuh the other students.
Maybe I should make friends with her, she seems nice, right? Ok, act normal and friendly. You got this….

 

TMI:

 

Alexis noticed how people went crazy over somebody. One of her schoolmate, Celeste or something else that start with C. A famour actress maybe, Alexis don’t really follow gossip and news about celebrity. She’s her father daughter, after all. All she read about is about politics and international news.
Rather than grouping around her, people… Make some distance with her. Well, indeed that occasionally men wearing black suit would follow her arouns but not this time (or at least as long as she know).

Alexis make into the elevator, eager to see the hotel hallway and room design.

 

SA:

 

Maybe another day? There is too many people here right now, if I talk to one person then they’ll all expect me to talk everyone. For now I’ll just answer any non-personal questions until I get to my room. Man, this has been the longest minute ever.
The elevator slowly rises up to the different floors, Celeste liked to see the numbers indicating the floor level change, there was something peaceful about that. While answering some questions and being introduced to some of the more popular students on the elevator her eyes darted around examining each of the students. She saw this girl give a curious look towards her for a second, the girl was with a few other classmates, she noticed that about 1/6 of the students in the elevator didn’t know who her parents were and boy, was she glad. She held on to the metallic hand rail, her hand felt the elevator halt and the doors slowly opened to reveal a hallway.

 

Ob:

 

Calista noticed Celeste looking at her, everyone knows her. However, Calista pretended she didn’t see her. When the time came for the last batch to go inside the elevator, Calista moved and joined the other students. She was the last one to enter the elevator, thus, she stood near the glass door. The elevator ascended; Calista waited patiently. Each time the elevator passes a floor, the lobby always have different design. It was elegant, unique and gorgeous; it was full of chandeliers, gold, silver, white, red and black. The elevator pinged and halted in the 7th floor. The glass door spread open and Calista stepped out. She looked in awe as she stood on the floor’s lobby. The center had some Greek goddess statue fountain, around it are beds of daises and roses.

Calista headed straight and started to search for her room, 423. The first two doors that stood across from each other were 400 and 401– she have a long way to go. As she started to walk on the marbled floor, the hallway was full with laughter and it made her assured and comfortable. She turned right, then turned left and finally found her door. She scanned the hotel key on the sensor on the door knob. The light became green and produced a ping sound, Calista twisted the knob and opened her room’s door. She stick out a hand and searched the wall for the switch. But she immediately drew back her hand as she felt something cold touch or rather, graze, the back of her palm. She knew it was not an object, she was certain, since it was soft yet cold, very cold that it sent chills on her spine. Nervously, she stick her hand again and tapped the wall for the switch, after a second, she found it and the room’s lights turned on.

 

 

Fort:

 

Fortune learned that her victim’s name was Lucius. She apologized again and again, but he kept reassuring her that it was okay. They talked about the amazing art on the ceiling, and he asked her if she had ever been to the Sistine Chapel. Fortune blushed and looked at her feet.

“To be honest, I’ve never been outside of Brooklyn until I got accepted into this school.”

After their conversation, Fortune made her way to her room. Upon opening the door, she was in awe. The whole room was the size of her apartment back in Brooklyn. After the door shut behind her, she let out an excited screech. Running towards the bed, she jumped on it and landed on her back. She ran her fingers over the soft fabric of the comforter and breathed in the clean scent. She was really gonna love this.

 

SA:

 

She dragged her suitcases through the hallway. ” Need any help?” Asked the same stout girl she talked to in the lobby. ” No thanks, I’m fine.” Celeste responded, walking to her presidential suite. She unlocked the door using a room card, a small green light lit up and she heard the door’s locks making a clicking noise. Her suite was fairly large; it had a small kitchenette, living room, wide balcony, a master bedroom, a HUGE bathroom, and walk in closet. This must be the presidential suite. Celeste rolled her eyes, she honestly rather have a smaller room since it makes no sense for one person to require so much space and luxury. She has tried to tell her parents that she feels wierd about getting so much stuff and special rooms, her parents would always say in excuse that the extra space was for her “friends”. Celeste actually doesn’t have any friends, although sometimes she has to interact with other children of celebrities and politicians to get good press.

 

Ob:

 

(Time skip to 7pm, 30 minutes before the party)

Calista stood in front of the bathroom’s wide mirror, she wore her bathrobe and her blonde hair was wrapped in a towel. A small case of make-up was wide open in the counter and a bunch of rollers sat beside it. She started applying make-up: foundation, black-eyeliner, mascara, light red eyeshadow, a small blush-on and a scarlet red lipstick. She also put on a dark forest green contacts. After she was done with her make-up, she unwrapped her hair. Using the blower, she let it dry first and then wore the rollers.

While waiting for the rollers to do its work, she stepped out of the bathroom. She picked up her outfit from the bed which was full of other clothes. The dress she picked was black, fitting, short and sexy. It has a turtleneck that is see-through until her collarbone, the sleeves were until her wrist and they are also see-through. The chest part of the dress until its end is the only part that is not see-through. Calista stepped out of her bathrobe and wore the dress. It hugged her slender body and emphasized her S line shape. The dress ended meters above her knees. She then paired it with a black boot heels that ended on her ankles, It has a ribbon on the side where small diamonds traced its outline. Its heels were long, thin and sharp. Calista then proceeded to the accessories. She wore a pair of ruby dangling earrings, and a diamond ring which she inserted in her middle finger. The stone of the ring was small and is in a heart shape.

After a couple of minutes, Calista went back to the bathroom and removed the rollers, her blonde hair was wavy and soft. She let the other side of her blonde hair fall into her shoulder while she left the other side resting on her back. She stepped out of the bathroom and grabbed her purse in the bed. It was plain silver and is made of silk. She stuffed in her phone, her wallet, a handkerchief, her foundation, lipstick, a small perfume and her breath spray– a lady always bring breath sprays.

Calista closed her purse and looked up at the clock, 7:27 pm. Calista went to the door and removed the room keycard to its home, making every light in the room turn off. She stepped out of the room, locked the door and put her keycard on her purse.

 

Razor:

 

Earlier on the bus….

Jon had been the last to make his way down the bus from the back. This common mode of transportation was something of a disgraceful way to have to pull up at the hotel where the students would be spending the next four days. With his eyes shaded behind dark ray ban glasses, Jon sneered at the bus driver, who had been waiting patiently for the straggler to leave. Approaching the driver, Jon noted something familiar about him. He was an older male, about sixties and with a large bald patch that was covered by the world’s worst comb over. The driver reminded him of one of his father’s chauffeurs over the years. Badly dressed and portly, reeking of cigarette smoke. Clearly, the driver was dying to have a break so that he could enjoy a few with some whiskey. Jon reached into his jacket pocket and tossed the driver a fifty dollar bill, patting the man on the shoulder in a condescending way. “Thanks for keeping it running…” Not bothering to wait for a reply, Jon jumped down the last step onto the pavement, and headed inside the hotel, where a porter was waiting. Giovanni’s father had taken the liberty of arranging for his son’s luggage to arrive ahead of the group, and of course it meant that Jon didn’t have to lift a finger. The porter snapped his heels together on seeing the young well dressed man enter. This had to be Master Bianchi. He handed Jon his room key and then gestured to where the lifts were. Already he was well behind the others, but thankfully the porter knew the room that Giovanni was staying in, as well as the night’s activities. The porter handed Jon a slip of paper. Taking it, Jon took off his sunglasses and carefully folded them, placing them in his pocket as he waited for the lift. Reading it, Jon’s right eyebrow raised slightly.

“Party at 7.30pm? Really? So on top of having to ride in the bus with these clowns, I now have to socialize with them as well?” Jon didn’t even look at the porter, to seek his answer. The doors to the lift opened, and he strode in. Huffing as he did so. In truth, he would be much happier to spend the night watching the sports channel, than having to dress up in a tux and put on airs and graces that he clearly didn’t have. The lift went up to the fourth floor, where it opened out and the porter pointed to the right. “Room 419, Sir.” Jon swaggered down the hall, finally coming to a stop outside his appointed room. Swiping the card, the green light indicator came on, and Jon pushed the door open, with the porter following in with his luggage. The room was quite spacious and well appointed. All the mod cons that you would appreciate in such an establishment. While Jon went to go look out the balcony window, the porter stacked Jon’s bags, before coughing to signal that he wished to be tipped. Well, he had done his job and deserved something. Taking out a rolled up wad of notes, he then placed a ten dollar note in the porter’s outstretched hand, which he took gracefully. “If you need anything else, Sir?” He paused, half expecting something, but Jon simply waved him away dismissively. If he wanted anything, it would be the TV guide and the room service menu. Once the porter left the room, Jon checked his watch for the time. Enough for a nap, and then shower and change. Jon flopped backwards, landing on the bed – staring at the ceiling.

Time skip – 6.59pm

Giovanni emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist, his hair still wet from the hot shower. His Italian designer suit was hanging on the door, and he had a pair of shoes that had been polished and ready, along with his smalls and crisp white shirt. One thing about Jon was that when he went out, he always looked good. Even if he really would rather laze about the hotel, or sneak down to the bar. Amazing what he could get away with with his father’s connections. Dressing himself reasonably quickly, he was soon fixing his tie, when he flashed a glance at the time. Fixing on his jacket, he slid on his Rolex watch, and then placed his wallet on the inside pocket of his jacket. The key card was on the edge of his night stand, and that was the last thing he had to bring. One last look in the mirror, and he gave a light shrug of the shoulders. It was now 7.28pm. Great…he was going to be fashionably late. Stepping out the door of his suite, he emerged in the corridor close to the same time as a blonde haired girl that was done up to the nines. Pocketing the key card to the room, he showed her a half smile.

“You with the school?” He may well have not recognized her from those on the bus, but if she was a student, she sure scrubbed up well. “Need an escort?” Jon offered his arm anyways.

RPC – Giovanni “Jon” Bianchi – The Whisper of Death

Role play Character Sheet.

 

Name: Giovanni “Jon” Bianchi
Age: 18
Appearance: Dark haired with olive complexion, brown eyes – typical of Italian European background. 5’8” in height, weighing 160 lbs, muscular build, toned and athletic.
Grade (11-12): 12
Son of: Mafia Boss

Personality: Arrogant or aloof, does not suffer fools and loves to surround himself with the best looking girls in school. Has money; but has never had to work a day in his life. Disciplined with what would be considered tough love, he has a hard exterior that hides some dark family secrets. Family business connections brought him to this country.

Camp Haven.

This is a new series that is co-written with seven other writers.  Most of the posts are written in first person, which is a little new to me.

Intro:

S.S

Welcome, one and all to Camp Haven!

Have you ever felt…different? Cast out from your peers because you could do things that they couldn’t? Have you ever been able to bend something to your will, be it water, air, fire, earth, or something more? Well don’t worry, this is the place for you! We have a fully equipped camp for everyone. We have a training ground, where our highly trained staff, who are just like you, will teach you how to control and master your gift! We have cabins for every type of bending, and they are very comfortable! We have a wonderful dining hall, with meals that enhance your mastery of your gift, as well as a fully stocked medical facility for whenever you have an accident. We also have special events every week, but you will have to come and see what they are for yourself! We can’t give everything away here can we? Worried that your parents wont let you come? Don’t worry! We are open 24/7, so your family can come and visit whenever they want!

So, if you have a gift, and you want to meet other people just like you, and make lasting friendships, then come to Camp Haven, where everyone is safe!

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*RIIIIING* I lashed out with my fist and sent the alarm clock sailing across the room. I knew exactly what time it was by the sun just coming over the horizon. 6:30am. It was time to get the camp ready for the new arrivals. I stretched as I walked into the shower. As the hot water cascaded around me, I checked my skin for signs of hemorrhaging. Being a Haemokinetic, or Blood Bender as we are referred to as, I had to constantly check my body for internal “leakage”. I got out of the shower, and looked over at the shattered alarm clock. I reached out with my mind, and began to reassemble it. I was a Ferrokinetic as well, meaning I could control metal, but I rarely used it. I picked up the assembled clock and put it back on the nightstand. As I headed for the door, I grabbed my black counselor uniform, which consisted of track pants, a spandex undershirt and a hooded sweatshirt, off the counter in the kitchen and pulled it on. None of the other counselors were awake yet, which gave me some time to head to the training ground and meditate. “Here’s to another year, Tim, make the best of it,” I muttered as I walked across the cool grass toward the grounds. “Let’s just hope the kids have more common sense this time.

 

S.S

It was around 7:00am when I finally reached the training grounds near the entrance to the camp. I took a deep breath in and looked around. I could see that the medical pavilion and dining hall staff were preparing for the arrival of the campers near the north side of the grounds. The medical pavilion’s white-washed walls were a stark contrast to the rising red sun, and the dining hall was nearly invisible due to the dark blue paint job. I looked back at the cabins on the west end of the grounds. The counselor cabin, being the only two story building in that area, dwarfed the other cabins by comparison, but they look almost alike. “They almost look like Lincoln log cabins” I muttered. I turned back towards the entrance to the camp, on the south end of the compound. I sat down in the sand and gravel fighting pit, and waited to hear the sounds of cars pulling into the lots.

 

Yan:

“I wonder if there’s more here?” I muttered to myself as I took inventory of the medical supplies. My hands ran along the boxes of saline, sterile gauze, bandages and dressings of various sorts, and I frowned at them in thought. “We’ll go through most of this in a single busy week, I’d wager.” I reached back and ran my fingers through my hair nervously, my eyes darting up to see the time. 7:00 am. They’ll be here soon.

I found the hair tie nestled against my wrist and used it to fashion a disorderly bun at the nape of my neck – disorderly enough to match my thoughts. I began to add some last-minute necessities to the cabinets and hummed quietly as I did so. The light, wooden cabinets added a more homey touch to the otherwise white interior of the building. I took a deep breath, and even from within the pavilion there was a faint hint of cedar lurking in the air. My favorite. Well. My thoughts corrected. Only second to coffee. The sun shone through the windows valiantly, somehow livening up the quiet space. Actually – I thought to myself, after a few moments of calm – I bet there’s more supplies on the backup cart. I glanced toward the large closet space near the back of the medical pavilion that I’d yet to venture into. It’s worth a look.

My arms could barely reach around the stack of boxes containing excess supplies after I’d stacked them, but I somehow managed to get the boxes and myself to the back room – what I could only assume was the supply room – in one piece. I clumsily opened the door, nearly dropping a box of 0.9% Normal Saline bags in the process. I set the boxes down just inside the door and felt around for a light switch for a few moments before they gratuitously turned on. They were the kind that sensed movement. Well, that’s handy. I thought, walking into the room in search of more sterile gauze.

 

Max:

Waking up at 6:40 am. I rolled out of my bed yawning and scratching my eyes. I checked my skin for any burns which was a daily routine for a Sergekinetic, or the ability to make and control acid. After taking a shower, I brush my hair and then brush my teeth. Putting on my Counselor uniform I run out making sure all the cabins were clean and organized. Going to the kitchen I make myself a cup of coffee and sigh “Well hopefully this is a good year” toasting to myself as I slowly sip my coffee.

Going to the training grounds to check on some small minor things, I stumble upon my superior Tim”Good morning Tim” Briefly talking to him I get my clipboard of the names of the campers and stand at the entrance waiting as the campers came in.

 

Yan:

“Shit!” I exclaimed as I tripped over something while exiting the supply closet. Twelve small packages of sterile gauze flew everywhere, like some odd confetti. I reached out with my hand and caught the door jam, turning on my back so that it could take most of the blow. After the air had been knocked from me as I connected with the ground, I looked to my palm. I’d scraped it on something – probably the door jam, somehow and it began to burn as soon as I looked at it. I propped myself up on my other hand, looking to find the offending object that had tripped me – the boxes I’d left by the door. I frowned at them, as though they had done something wrong and quickly stood up to nudge them further inside the supply closet with my foot, closed the door, and gathered my confetti gauze.

After placing the packages in the cabinets, I glanced at my skinned palm again. It wasn’t really bleeding, but I grabbed an alcohol swab to place against it anyway. It was true that nursing school was largely responsible for making me almost germaphobic. I sucked in a breath at the sting of alcohol and patted the scrape dry with a piece of gauze, before placing my other hand over it. Better get some practice. I thought to myself, my palms pressed together in a sideways-praying sort of way. With the ability of vitakinesis I can induce healing – speed it up, even, within reason. Pain control was another bonus. It helped to focus on nothing but the injury, and making it yours to control. Inhaling slowly, I imagined the edges of the scrape turning inward, and coming closer together. While exhaling, I imagined the pain leaving as my breath did. It was like meditating, almost. After a few moments of this, the burning had turned into little but a dull ebb, and I stopped to examine my handiwork. The scrape had subsided into a small area of light discoloration, which went away after a day or so if the injury wasn’t deep enough to scar.

I sighed and closed the cabinets that I’d left open. “I need some coffee.” I turned down the hallway toward one of the smaller pavilion entrances and stepped out into the crisp air, headed toward the dining hall. Turning my head, I saw two male figures in the distance and waved. They looked to be counsellors, and I wasn’t sure if they were among the ones I’d already met or not. I wasn’t even sure if they’d seen me, and hopefully they hadn’t been near a window to see the tumble I’d taken. Glad none of the kids were here to see that. I thought as I continued toward the dining hall.

 

S.S:

 

I nodded to Jerome, and looked back at the entrance. The campers were slowly beginning to file in. I recognized a few of them, as they had been with us for years, but most of the faces I was were unfamiliar to me. I saw a boy about the age of 16 hug his mother good-bye and grab his suitcase. I glanced to my left and saw a girl no more than 10 crying as she said good-bye to her parents. I smiled. “Jerome, check off the names of the campers who arrived. I’ll gather them around the fighting pit. It’s time for orientation.”

 

Max:

 

Nodding I go to the entrance of the camp and and set up a table and pulling out a chair I take out my clipboard and check off the names of campers who had already came.” Let me see… Ah yes the new campers” Looking at the group of newcomers. “So we got Thomas, Lilly, Ashton, and Bray” checking off the names. I direct all the campers to Tim”Showtime buddy” Patting him as I walk back to the entrance to make sure if any latecomers come.

 

Yan:

 

Eris walked out of the dining hall, a fresh cup of coffee in hand – which somehow made this already fantastic morning a little bit sweeter. She smiled at the campers walking in as they started getting their bearings, said their farewells to their families, and began their introductions with one another. She didn’t want to go back into the pavilion just yet with all of these new faces around, and so she followed the crowd of campers to where Tim was gathering them, taking generous sips of hazelnut coffee on the way.

She walked alongside the group of new campers. “Hi there.” She said with a gentle wave. “I’m Eris. I’m the registered nurse over at the pavilion.” She made a vague gesture with her hand toward the direction of the large white building. “I’ll be coming with you guys to the orientation, but if you ever get injured, or don’t feel well, come to the pavilion and see me. I’ll get you fixed right up.”

 

S.S:

 

When all the campers were finally gathered around the fighting pit, I stepped in the middle and addressed the newcomers.
“Welcome to Camp Haven. I am head counselor Richards. This” I pointed to my right “is Jerome. He is one of the other counselors at this camp. If you need any help while here, or just want to come and talk, our door is always open. Eris already introduced herself. If you need medical treatment, she is the best around.” I walked around the circle of campers. “However, do not take our charity for idleness. This is not a resort. You are here to learn about your gifts and master them. If you hurt each other on purpose, you will be sent to the penance hall.” I pointed to the second floor of the medical pavilion. “You will stay there until you have learned your lesson.” I went back to the center of the pit. “Now, I give this offer to all newcomers who arrive here. Who wants to show me what they can do?” I step back further into the pit. “If you can hit me, just once, I will kneel and call you master of your gift.”

 

Yan;

 

I listened to Tim as he spoke. “Eris.” I said quietly in a low voice, as he mispronounced my name. It wasn’t a common name, so it was understandable enough. One of my professors in college had always pronounced it ‘Eeris’, with a long E sound – so if I had to choose between mispronunciations it would be Eric, any day of the week.

l took my hair from it’s confined bun and let the wind do with it what it wished, and then looked around the circle to see if there were any campers willing to take Tim’s offer. I could imagine that in a group with such varied ages, there were at least a few who were brave enough to put themselves in such a position.

 

C.S:

 

I woke up as soon as the sun streamed across my face in lines reflected across the shades on the window. Rolling over I glanced at the alarm clock I frequently relied on to wake me up. The clock read “7:45” and my face contorted in surprise as I realized the ramifications of what this meant. “Oh crap, Tim is going to have my head when he realizes how late I am! My stupid clock didn’t wake me up on time.” Throwing the covers back in lightning speed, I quickly dressed myself, brushed my teeth, raced down the stairs and grabbed something from the refrigerator to quickly eat on the way over to the fighting pit.

 

Yan:

I noticed as a man with black hair strode over to the group and bit my lip, wondering if the boss man was going to call him out, and feeling sorry for the latecomer in advance if he was called out. I afforded him a friendly smile and wave. We’ve all had those days in our lives where we’ve run unfortunately if not fashionably late.

 

Razor:

 

Long before the rest of the staff had even gotten out of their beds, I had decided to get in a five mile run by taking to the forest trails that were part of the Camp grounds fitness trail. Today was going to be a long day. I knew that Eris had the task of checking the medical supplies first up, and knowing her as I did, she would have it done in record time. If she managed to have a coffee. Girl could be like a bear with a sore head without it. It was one of the quirks that I liked about her. Oh yeah, the kids thought she was great and had a wonderful bedside manner, but he knew that behind the sweet facade there could be a real tiger.

Jogging down the dirt trail, wearing my sweats and jogging shoes – I turned in for my dorm and took two steps at a time, before stopping to check my heart rate. I’d raised it enough to have worked up some sweat, and I lifted my arm to take a whiff.

~Pwoahhh~ I thought to myself. Yeah, I stank. A good shower and then I’d be able to join Eris at the Training ground. It was always a good idea to familiarize yourself with the latest group of campers, and also check in with Tim.

Tearing off my shirt, I hopped across the lino covered floor as I took off my pants, and then whipped off my briefs, before I got in under the shower. The jets of water were a welcome relief, and after washing my hair and body thoroughly, I stepped out of the glass cubicle, releasing a cloud of steam into the bathroom. As always I fogged up the mirror, and with a large wipe of my hand, I was staring at my dripping features. A good rub with the towel and I was able to dry myself down, shaking my head as water droplets cascaded all around me and onto the floor. The cleaning staff loved me. I gave them something to do.

Sliding open the door to my closet, I had a row of cotton shirts, all in light shades. Nothing flash really. I wouldn’t be what you regarded as a sensitive new age guy. I dressed for practicality, never fashion. Dressing in a white shirt, with jeans and of course my old faithful pair of boots – I slipped on my brown leather jacket and was now ready to face the day, and Eris.

It was a short walk down towards where Tim had a group of new campers at the ready, and it was pretty easy to spot Eris in amongst this lot. Having just released her hair from her trademark loose bun, it was actually nice to see her with her hair down. Sauntering up beside her with my hands buried deep in my pockets and I noticed that she was holding a cup of coffee. One that she must have been enjoying.

“Hazelnut? Where’s mine?” I joked with a slightly raised brow, before I turned my attention towards Tim and the campers. “Are we going to have enough bandages for this lot?”

I could have well answered that question myself of course, but there was nothing like making light of the first day back at work.

 

 

It’s time – PD

In the final part of the introduction of Reficul, we begin to understand the reasons behind his summons of the former Princess of Greed and Ambition.

 

The World inside Scar’s Hat 

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It’s time

Lydia had ever right to be suspicious. After all, she had been summoned from the plane of death to now stand before what could only be a necromancer….or a very powerful warlock. Being killed by a witch had left Lydia with a hatred for their kind, but Ref’s words only made her curious, when he said they had interests in the same girl. Raising her hands, as though to try and use her powers against this man…in the hat, she was shocked to find that she had no power to speak of. Lydia kept trying to blast the man, but all she ended up doing was looking stupid. Ref chuckled at Lydia’s predicament.

“Dear, try as you might you have no real power in this place. When you…died all your powers went to Mariela. You…are simply a demonic shadow of your former self.” The tone of Ref’s voice showed little to no emotion, as though he had this valve that turned off all his human qualities. In a way, it helped to keep those that Ref dealt with from seeing just what kind of a man he was. What his…motivation would be.

Lydia slowly lowered her hands – panting heavily. Odd, she felt real. Not like a shadow at all. Her eyes darted about the blackened ruins, then down at the symbol that had been drawn on the floor. The two dead officers….and of course the items that were placed at each corner of the pentagram. Dark art magic. The right hand corner of the edge of her mouth twitched, as though she was about to go off in a terrible tirade of venomous words and curses. The former Princess of Greed and ambition felt powerless and weak in this state – but her hatred and her resolve were just as strong as ever. Ref picked up on it instantly. There were so many questions that this demon had, and yet she appeared lost for words – for once. Ref truly had her over a barrel.

Ha…I am so surprised that you still let your emotions get the better of you. Perhaps that is why…you fell so easily to the sin of Greed. Has…death taught you nothing at all?” The smarmy way that Ref spoke finally made a clean shot. Lydia being now an easy target. He questioned her ability to rise above the sin. Her eyes followed him as he smacked his lips together and then uttered. “Perhaps I would have been better served bringing back Mammon….Hmm?”

“Mammon died a fool’s death!” There it was….the anger, and oh how beautiful it was. “He was easy to manipulate. I simply used his hatred of women to make him fall for the biggest trap of all. That…and his Greed!” Lydia practically snarled these words. Spittle forming on the edge of her lips. At this, Ref stepped into the symbol of the Pentagram and stared Lydia down.

“Now I am beginning to see the woman behind the demon. Yes…you were exactly the one I wanted. Though you lack a little fire power now, I have a….friend that can help with that.” One of the important things to note about Ref was his ability to form contacts in the unlikeliest of places. Forming alliances with the unlikely. The things he did…would both shock and amaze his enemies. Enemies that either were of his choosing, or…were handed down, like that of his long standing hatred of the Ramoskas.

Lydia didn’t trust this man at all. In fact, her trust levels overall had taken a battering. All she knew was, that unless she followed this man to…wherever it was he spoke of she was unable to do anything. Swallowing, as her temper cooled a little, Lydia asked. “How do you know so much about me….to even bring me back?’ This was probably the first honest question Lydia had ever asked. She was starting to feel that maybe he did need her, though why that was, was a mystery.

It was then that Ref pulled out an artifact, that was in fact a pocket watch. A very special one. He flipped open the catch and it revealed a worn face, where it was actually hard to see the numbers or the watch face underneath. It was unusual, and really didn’t look all that important. Not to Lydia anyways.

“It was time…” Three simple words. The power of these words however, would be lost on Lydia, who stared back at him blankly. “Time?”

Again, Ref chuckled for a moment, before reaching for Lydia’s hand. “Time my dear, is a curse to some and a gift to others. The question is, who controls it? Right now the sands are shifting quickly and this has allowed for a chance for the likes of you to return….as well as unleashing the mother of all destruction. Not just in this reality, but in others….including Hell.” As it stood, no one was truly safe. Like the incoming tide, Ref wanted to ride in on this tsunami of destruction….and he wasn’t the only one.

Taking out the chalk, he walked to the nearest wall, and started to draw a simple door. It was almost child like in its design, but that was the beauty of it. In the center he drew a replica of the watch he held in his hand. As he finished the last of the detail, he then placed the ancient watch up to the door. The whole wall began to shake, and rattle, as if the house itself was about to fall down about their ears. A greenish hue appeared like a neon light around the edges of the chalk marking, followed by a green mist that engulfed the room.

“We have an appointment at the Reality gate, dear. Time to go meet my little green faced beauty.”

The door burst open as though powered by an incredible force, and with a simple tip of his hat, Ref led Lydia…who didn’t look at all pleased, into the Reality gate.

~RB~

Bringing back the Bitch – PD

What could the strange man in the hat want inside the burnt remains of the old house you might ask?  Let’s find out.  

 

The World inside Scar’s hat 

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Bringing back the Bitch

Part Two

It was true…the spirits didn’t lie. This house, this place that reeked of death was special in more ways than one. According to the police reports that the man in the hat had so ruthless acquired, this marked the spot where Mariela perished in the flames. Ah yes…that family. How long the man in the hat had kept watch over them, taking over from his father…and his father before that. Hatred never truly dies. It is possible to be bred into each family member, following on throughout the centuries from that initial moment where a high ranking member of Mariela’s ancestry had made a terrible mistake and lashed out in fury – the consequences of this were to see generations of her family persecuted. With Mariela’s death however, you would think that would have been the end of it. How wrong they were.

Witches were hated. That was a fact that was undeniable, but if you were clever enough to manipulate humans into believing that you were on their side – well, that just made setting up others all the easier. Take for example a man that went to such lengths to put a plan into place, and all to do with a future event that he foresaw. it was all about…opportunities. Impregnating a woman that would go on to have a daughter…a girl, who would end up being friends with the girl who would die only to rise and become one of the greatest rulers of Hell. Keeping his distance, watching from the shadows was something of a bitter sweet joy. But he was more than just a shadow….so much more.

Now the girl had gone, and after tracing her movements in her final hours and tapping her phone, she was to meet with the brothers of the target. After that…she vanished…along with them. There was a link…there had to be. The man in the hat held the picture of the beautiful Tessa in his hand and quietly folded it and placed it into his pocket neatly for safe keeping. Smacking his lips and then with a somewhat somber expression, he turned around to the bodies of the two dead police officers. Killing them had been intentional. His purpose was about to become exposed.

Taking out that same piece of chalk that he had used in the hallway, he began to draw a pentagram upon the floor of the burnt out basement. The eerie scratch of the chalk along the concrete was the only sound – coupled of course with his heavy breaths. He did not utter a word till the pentagram was complete. When he finished, he reached into another pocket and placed down items at each point. These were ordinary pieces – a bracelet, a lock of hair, a small doll, a note and a raven’s feather. When each was in place, he went to the Sheriff and dragged his body across the floor till it reached the edge of the pentagram. Taking out a blade, he cut the man’s throat – spilling his blood into the chalk drawn symbol. The second man; the deputy, the man in the hat did the same but at the opposite end. Taking out five black candles, he put them at each point.

As the blood of the two men reached the center of the symbol – drawn together by a strange force, the man in the hat took out a small yellowed parchment that had been torn out of a book….a very old book.

Closing his eyes, he began to chant. His voice shallow and quiet at first, only building as he started to breathe life into his summons.

Attenrobendum eos,
ad ligandum eos,
potiter eos,
coram me.

All the candles burst into flame, with the room filling with a chilling wind, as though a dark crypt was being opened. One that never ever should be.

The blooded pool glimmered and then started to rise as it began to take the form of a woman…a woman who herself had been murdered by the young witch. The most shocking thing was….that she was once a Princess of Ambition…A Princess of Greed. Taken down by the same girl, who had died in this very spot. Bringing back the only bitch who could truly direct the man in the hat to his ultimate goal.

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Fleshing out into her original form, she turned around to stare at the man in the hat warily.

“Who are you?”

Lydia glared at him, before looking down at herself and then smiling to see that she was not disfigured or aged in anyways. The man in the hat then removed his hat and bowed before the former Princess of Greed.

“Your new partner. We have…. interests in the same….girl.” He extended his hand to her with a wry smirk. “I’m someone that hates Mariela more than you ever could.”

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Coming Undone – The Kingdom of Lust : PD

Kingdom of Lust – Castle
Razorbackwriter:

Kingdom of Lust – Castle

~Watch me come undone~

Asmo’s Bedroom

Snoring. Soft snoring. Not just one person….but a few. It was sometime in the morning, but Asmodeus couldn’t tell – save for the light that was pouring in through the large gable windows. Groaning, the demon felt about and happened to touch someone’s boob. ~Grunt…muttering…then a snore~ Asmodeus patted the boob and then brought his hand to his face, dragging it down as he smacked his lips whilst blinking. His mouth was dry and he felt like crud. A dull throbbing in his head and he tried to focus on the mirrored ceiling. Oh…..God. There must have been ten bodies in his bed. ~Could of thought I brought back one.~ He thought to himself. He was still pretty groggy, and went to prop himself up. There was a sea of naked bodies, all tangled together somehow. The air smelt of booze, sex….and was that pizza? Asmodeus rubbed his finger under his nose and then tried to roll the odd person out of the way as he crawled across the bed to get out on the other side. A few protested in their slumber, but he made it to the other side and went to stand. Glancing down at himself, he noticed that the only thing he was wearing was a tie. Usually that is the first thing he takes off. Wait…was it even his?

Going to take a step he nearly tripped on a stiletto shoe that had been discarded. The floor was like a bloody mine field of discarded clothes, bottles, syringes, party favorites….it was then he remembered. He’d had a party. Well fuck. A few stayed over. Had he been of right mind, he would be bellowing for them all to leave, but his head was throbbing and yelling just seemed like the last thing he wanted to do. He waved his hand dismissively at the people strewn on his bed and then staggered…carefully through the party trash and made it to the large double doors. Took him two goes to grab the handle and he swung it open, only to see his man servant standing there – dressed impeccably in his suit and ready with a tray that had a tall glass of water and some pills.

“Good morning, my Lord Asmodeus.”

“Meh…what’s so fucking good about it?”

“Lydia is dead, my Lord. It made the papers.”

Asmodeus just stood there, dumbfounded by the news. “Ah…shit. Didn’t she have some…ball or something?’ It was clear that Asmodeus had missed the worst ball in history. He picked up the pills and popped them in his mouth, before taking up the glass of water and sculling it back.

“Yes, my Lord. You declined that invitation.” Simon kept his face emotionless as he tried to focus on the Prince’s face, and not down at his rather large limp dick that kept smacking his naked thigh.

“Lydia’s a pain in the ass. Glad she’s dead. Hope she choked on some fag’s cock.”

You could tell that Asmodeus was not a morning person…demon. His man servant then set down the tray and offered the Prince a robe. He jiggled it with two fingers, hoping the Demon would put it on. Asmodeus shrugged and started to put it on, as he was going to head down to the main chambers of his castle. Simon bowed as the Prince passed him.

“Very good, my Lord. Shall I have your room cleaned?”

“Nah…I’ll come up and fuck em all again later.” He said casually, strolling off down the hall. “I feel like having a smoke.”

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

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It had been a silent morning, nothing was going on. No birds, no chirping just pure silence, the wind blowing lightly. You could say it was peaceful but, it wouldn’t be for long. A singing sound came from outside, it entering the palace and echoing softly. ” What do you do when death comes knocking on your door. ~ Oh here she comes, the death of em’ all. “ small humming of random sounds like music following. You could tell it was a females voice, not an old one but, a still young one who had been strolling down he side walk. Some of the shrubs an plants had withered as she walked by, making sure they did. It wasn’t something she did intentionally but, it happened at times. You could say one was brave for waltzing right up into the palace that belonged to the Prince of Lust. She had made her way in, the guards weren’t a problem for her at all. Her eyes scanned the place around, it was pretty good.

” Such sorrow and sadness fills this place, death may be able to do you a favor. ~” Came the singing voice once again, the sound flowing down the halls so the Prince would of heard it all.

Walking slowly she walked the halls and found a large door, pushing it open she’d walk in. Where was she exactly? By the looks of it probably the throne room or some lounge area. Walking in farther a soft smile came to her lips.

” Such a lovely place for the prince.. you sure have done yourself well.” Mi had said and took her place in the middle of the room facing the door.

Mi stood roughly 5’5″ with long black hair that hung down to her hips. Pale light skin, horns sticking from her forehead. Obviously you could tell she was a Demon, a high one at that. The aura of death and demon flowed off her like perfume. She wore a simple black dress with straps, it reached down past the beginning of her hips. One would say it was to short for a lady but, it didn’t bother her. Two bands were around her thighs and tights extending down from them, black bally shoes finishing. You could tell she was a female, her breast, curves and body gave it away, along with the tight dress, the bottom flowing loosely.

” Aw shucks, It seems a party was here. I must of missed it, such a shame.” Mi said with a small smirk, the air did smell of many things.
A soft purring could be heard, where it came from was unknown. A moment later a pure black cat appeared at her feet. It was rubbing against her legs, purring away in comfort. This was a rather bold and daring move but, she had nothing to fear of right now.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Kingdom of Lust – Castle

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“There is going to be an encore performance upstairs as soon as I’ve had this cig, babe.”

It was the Demon of Lust. He had caught the last part of the intruder speaking as he entered from a side corridor into the main throne room. Ah shit. The party went beyond his bedroom, with more trash and littered bodies all over the place. It was like the nightmare after the orgy from Hell. Lust put on the best parties it seemed, when he was in the doldrums. Patting down his robe, he was looking for his cigarette packet, when Simon came to his side and coughed, offering him a fresh packet. Asmodeus smirked and gave a half hearted wink as he took out a cigarette and placed it on the tip of his bottom lip.

“Light…” His thumb lit up with a small flame, which he used to put to the end of the cigarette, drawing back the air so as to light it properly. The red glow on the tip of the cigarette showed he was successful, and he shook his thumb to switch off the flame.

“Mmmmm…better.” It was clear, that Asmodeus enjoyed a morning cigarette. Simon, his faithful servant then handed the demon the paper, which he folded in half and looked set to head off to the nearest bathroom. Course, the woman was still standing there, with a black cat at her feet. The Demon of Lust shot both her and the cat a glance.

“You might want to get the air freshener ready, Simon. Going to be in the lavvy a while.” He hinted, as Simon tried so hard not to roll his eyes. The Demon of Lust took another puff of his ciggy, and then pointed at the girl.

“You look familiar. We shagged before, yeah?” He usually didn’t forget a face, even though he had had more lovers than Gene Simmons. Little did he realize that she was from the Kingdom of Envy. Had he known that, he might have been a little less…casual.

With his cigarette held between his fingers, he pointed at the cat.

“You guys a double act or something?”

 

~RB~

Terakus – Destroyer’s Domain (1) : Shattered Dimensions.

The Anti God Gizora was now assembling his Dark Lords for the first time in centuries.  Were they ready for the Destroyer’s current physical form?

 

Fu:  

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” Peeing standing up makes your wee-wee stream go down , lefties and rightsies ; aiming is hard ain’t it ? I like to act like it’s sprinklers ~”

– Charlie would turn around and run in circles with his hands up in a airplane motion while slowly running into Gizora’s proxcimity after speaking . It would be weird for someone to actually describe their own behind closed doors activities but Charlie spoke with great confidence , most would find it hard to actually respond correctly without feeling disgusted . He stayed still behind Gizora to her side while listening to her talk to Onryo and not before long he would begin fidgeting his legs while waving at the Dark Lord once he was introduced and slowly motioned towards the door while his eyes stayed on the door heavily gazing at the idea of ………. Well yeah.-

” Speaking of Wee wee’s . Lord Gizora can I……… go ? ”

 

Pharos:  +Onryo+

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Onryo’s heavily lidded golden gaze lifted to the butler that graciously announced his presence to those within that he now began to rethink the idea of visiting their Dark Master without the other Dark Lords in tow. Typically, the four of them had always been together during such interactions that he felt comfortable on only being called upon when he was needed. Yet, how long had it been since he had seen them? Aside from Vithra who checked up on him on occasion. Many centuries since he had retreated like a hermit to his domain. He had perhaps grown accustomed to being in the presence of the dead rather than the living.

Regardless, those double doors came spreading wide to reveal the wide and luxurious suite that was well suited to belong to any King.The dark lord’s lips trembled with words that came to find no sound at all. Onryo was frozen momentarily to that spot with widened eyes almost like a deer in headlight’s whenever it was impossible to ignore the shapely backside that was straight ahead of him. It appeared he had come at a most inconvenient moment..One that would cost him his life once his master knew he had walked in upon his lady. So, he was to die here? No more than a blood splattered upon these polished floors to walk forever like one of his spirits on barren lands..There was not a hope to cling to at this point.It was over for him even before the battle started.

“My lord..I..” What could be said to save him? Eyes settled closed with his jaw setting to become more tense that Onryo was attempting to resign himself to this mundane sort of fate. All of such dire thoughts consumed him until he heard this Lady’s voice that those golden depths blinked awake with a sense of confusion clouding his calm expression “You know of my name..? Forgive me..It has been perhaps many centuries since I have seen my lord. The passage of time has grown..strange to me.” His voice was devoid of anything but an eagerness to solve this mystery that he pondered if it was his own mind playing tricks on him. Surely not..

Slowly, the strong unmistakable presence of his lord began to make itself known in such a way that Onryo couldn’t help but recall the feeling..Within the small delicate frame contained all that power of the destructor. Raising a clawed hand to his broad chest covered by the many layers he wore, Onryo’s horned head bowed low in deep reverence to his lord regardless of this transformation “My..lord, It is a pleasure to that the ritual has born fruit to your resurrection and former power restored to you. I have learned amongst the spirits..It is not the vessel that matters so much as what is within.” Raising to his full height that now was much greater than his lord now, he did so in enough time to extend his hand to shake his hand as well.. It was unexpected but he normally did not speak with their Master alone after all. The dark lord pressed a dark nail to tapped at his chin thoughtfully whenever Gizora mentioned the observer’s hand in this unexpected event “I would not be too surprised if the Observer had a hand in this. Gauging his actions to this point, he so does love his games and trickery..”he stated, with heavy eyes narrowing ever so briefly.

He felt himself silly for standing there in the doorway for so long that the tall lord took it upon himself to join them further within the confines of the room, hearing the double doors softly close behind him. Turning his attention to the youthful looking boy, Onryo nodded once in confirmation to meeting the odd little one Charlie. He had been much in change with reviving their lord after all that many of them had kept in contact with him. There were many things about him that prove as eccentric, but there was no doubt of his loyalty to their lord and the cause “Eheh..He is very courageous, isn’t he.” Lips perked up in a rare bit of a smirk with a deep chuckle rumbling through his throat to hear of Charlie’s forwardness towards his lord’s new form..Anyone else likely would have been maimed or killed at the very least.

He looked back to Charlie whenever he called his lord by a different name, raising a slender brow before he looked back to the retreating form of Gizora “My lord..Gizora..is it now? This place is very new to me as well. I may accompany you if you wish or I could await the other Dark Lord’s in the lounge.” He offered, unsure of his wishes.

 

Razorbackwriter;  

Terakus – Destroyer’s Domain.

So long ago formalities and tradition reigned supreme. Meetings between the Dark Lords and their leader were often done in closed chambers and the audience only granted to the four. To have an audience alone with the Destroyer was far from the norm, and might take some getting used too. Of course, Gizora was still coming to grips with the form he had taken on his awakening. But if his temperament was anything to go by, he was certainly taking it in his stride. It was enough to have little Charlie acting as he so dared. His enthusiasm and lust for life had given the Destroyer a great deal of amusement thus far. In fact, before the Dark Lord Onryo was announced, the pair had been discussing the advantage of peeing while being male. This lead to Charlie’s rather comical exhibition of how he peed. It brought about a chuckle from Gizora who wanted nothing more than to pat the lad on the head. But in all the excitement, it seemed that the discussion of relieving one’s self caused his need to suddenly go. He was practically crossing his legs, and biting that lip nervously, as he hopped about.

‘ Speaking of Wee wee’s . Lord Gizora can I……… go ? ”

“Ahaha. Course you can go. Ask the help for fruit loops so you can practice your aim.” With a wink Gizora sent the lad off to go where he needed to, and hopefully not in the Destroyer’s own bathroom. He liked some privacy.

Now with Charlie off tending to himself, it left the horned headed beast with the Destroyer to walk along the corridor that led to one of the vast lounges. Gizora seemed not to be in all that much of a hurry, strolling along casually, with the smart sounding clicking of her heels along the stone floors. Polished to a high shine, it reflected pretty much everything. The Destroyer kept stealing glances at his faithful and then smacked her lips together before speaking.

“This is all a bit of a shock for you, isn’t it?’ Stating the obvious. “The Observer will pay for this outrageous prank if and when those that conducted the genetic testing get back to me. They..er…did a few experiments whilst I was sleeping.” This was what Gizora had been informed by Charlie – who seemed to be more in the know than most. When asked if the Destroyer was to be known as Gizora, he nodded twice. “I go by a few other names…Satan, the Devil, Lucifer, Beelzebub, the Prince of Darkness. But…I think Gizora suits this form.”

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He chuckled again then let out a sigh. “It’s going to be a real bitch to have to explain this every single damn time. I can see it getting old real fast.” You could see the dark glimmer of red appearing in her irises, before it soon faded back in.“But enough about tits and arse. Tell me what you have been doing within your realm as I slumbered, hmm? What…diabolical things have you been up too? Amuse me.”

Reaching the vast lounge area, that featured great walls of multiple television screens that showed everything from the stock market, to racing, news, updates on Alterus and of course, the weather. Finding a large black lounge suite, Gizora made himself comfortable, as a servant brought over a silver tray, with a box of the finest cigars on all of Terakus, and of course a bottle of brandy with some glasses.

Taking a cigar, Gizora rolled it under his nose, before inhaling the aroma.

“Ahhh nothing but the best. Come…” He patted the couch with a well manicured hand. “Sit…let’s chew the fat.”

 

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Demi:  

 


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.Vithyra Aethylla Rosherren.


At the East Wing of the Destroyer’s Domain, was the Dark Lord of Delicacy, Vithyra Aethylla Rosherren. Going for just a walk ended up in a rather long walk through the Destroyer’s Domain, as she was just hoping to clear her mind from the last few years. Getting the news that the Destroyer had awoken was good news, but she knew that with this a new area had arrived and with that new troubles, possibly new enemies as well. The last war ended up with them being defeated, banned to their own lands, forcing them, the dark lords to retrieve. Vithyra Aethylla was never going to forgot that day, that long dreadful day.. ‘We will get them all for this. . .’, with that thought she continued her way down the corridors as she was on her way back to the lounge, hopefully she was able to meet up there with the other Dark Lords and maybe even meet the Destroyer there. She was curious and wondering what form the Destroyer would have this time, it was the only positive thing about this all, their Lord was back and with that an other change to take over what has always belonged to them. “Please, get out of my way. . .” Vithyra Aethylla spoke after she had cleared her throat as a maid was just walking in her way, the maid jumped up and quickly moved away, making room for Vithyra to pass. Getting closer to the lounge, she was certain that the Lord would be there, she could feel his presence getting stronger with each step she was taking..

‘My my my. . . Never thought I would get lost in a place like this. . .’ She thought to herself as she sighs softly, shaking her head in disbelief. She normally had no troubles with finding her way, but her troubled and clouded mind had made her get lost in this rather large building. ‘Seems like you have done it again, Vithyra. . . You’re lucky Onryo isn’t here to rub it into your face or scare the soul out of you. . .’ as she just rolled her eyes, not even want to think about what Onryo would have done at a moment like this. With him being the Dark Lord of Fear, he sure had a odd sense of humor to scare people all the time, specially her.. “You. . !” Vithyra Aethylla spoke loudly as she spots a maid and smirks brightly. “Take me to the lounge, asap. . .” and with that the maid just nods and started to walk in a quick pace in front of Vithyra leading the way towards the lounge..

 

Pharos;  +Onryo+
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Despite that he had come to settle himself within the inner sauctum of his Master’s chambers, Onryo stood nearby alongside one wall as if somehow he might camoflage with the scenery while being at the Gizora’s disposal all at the same time. There was a tenseness to his tall form that the youkai sought to leave buried that one could only perhaps see if he was looked upon closely enough. There was a vibrancy of colors here that his golden colored depths didn’t appear to be adjusting to as quickly as he liked in comparison to his own realm. In addition, this place appeared to be created by powerful magicians like himself that he could feel the way that power surged through these walls almost as if giving life to them. How long had be kept himself holed almost akin to a hermit in his own domain? In a place of the dead. Once more, keeping track of time wasn’t a forte of his.

Onryo decided to focus on the tranformation of his master in his new form as Gizora, knowing that regardless of the form that there was no way that the unfolding events would change..Everything would always go on the destined path that they must follow. Either way, it was interesting to note that he was in an oddly good mood that was unusual from many of the times before. This was a new chance to get back at the Creator and his revival to attribute to such though he pondered in his own thoughts if taking on this new form was a refreshing change for him. The informal exchange between Charlie and their master was perhaps an even stranger matter to him oddly enough that gave cause for slender brows to raise lightly. It might have only been natural to one created in his own vision..or perhaps he was too stuck in the ways of old. Brows knitted to the perplexity in wondering what these ‘fruit loops’ were but he would not question go about asking unneccesary questions .

Once Charlie headed off to the restroom, Onryo got in line to follow along after Gizora nearby her elbow at a leisurely casual pace that allowed the both of them to take in the sights of more of the castle and the many more rooms that such a grand place possessed. He better off believed himself to lose his way and die of starvation, forgotten by the rest of the Dark lords in one of these lonely hallways to haunt forever on than he ever thought to memorize such a place. Some part of his was glad that Gizora took the lead even if his expression beyond the mask remained most neutral. His eyes were lured curiously to the confidently stiding figure of his master as he asked his feeling on the matter.

There was a small pause on his part to consider it with the sway of longer dark locks swaying behind him in their movements while his hand clenched at the large hardback tome that patterned with a strange inscription that he always carried “I will admit that it came of a surprise to me..but you are not any less yourself, is that not so? It is all that matters. It is strange to me that the Observer thought it would prove advantageous to play such a game rather than working to improve the fighting quality of his dear knights..He may have power but perhaps not the intellent to wield it responsibly.” He stated his theory on the matter, unsure of the true reason. Regardless, it was another reason to be careful he supposed to ensure that he wasn’t up to playing any more tricks on them. On the matter of experiments, Onryo could only conclude that Charlie was more versed in this area that he hadn’t hard much about it. Instead, the horned youkai’s lips lifted briefly with a smirk in agreement to their master’s newly chosen name ” Lord Gizora..I cannot help but agree. A new name for a new beginning..or beginning of the end perhaps..”

Onryo came to find himself somewhat troubled that his narrowly slitted hues sank down to the stone floors below that servants tended to work tirelessly to keep polished to a shiny gleam. There was no easy way to amuse his master, knowing the other had seen much more of the beauty of calamity and despair than all four Dark ones paired together..or at least he believed so. He was trying to think on such when they arrived at the lounge, a place that offered more comforts than he thought possible even if the pressure of being the only one to keep his lord’s company remained.” I must confess I could never surpass any of your diabolical achievements, My lord Gizora..But I suppose I have made my domain a very..unique place. One that my inherent power created..” Once properly seated, Onryo was pleasantly surprised to the comfort of the black leather sofa they sat often that he brushed one hand along the soft surface curiously enough before continuing. He came to lift the hand closest to Gizora with an outstretched palm as a long nailed hand unfurled..An orb now lay there curious enough that was questionable if it was created out of an illusion of magic or truth..but a visions of his domain began to appear there “It’s become quite a confusing place..of death, unreality and nightmare. Those that realize themselves will relive their deaths and fears over and over again until they wish to forget again.. That is simply the way it is.”

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Once he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, the orb seemingly came to disappear from his grasp to lower his hand back down. Onryo nodded his greeting to his old friend that he hadn’t seen in quite sometime..A couple of centuries or so? He looked to Gizora then that he could sympathize with the way that he was going to be forced to explain this new situation for some time “Hnn..Quite late, aren’t we? You’ve never been one for direction I suppose, Vithyra eheh..”