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| Another Change of Heart; ((open)) | |
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| Topic Started: May 19 2009, 08:34 AM (79 Views) | |
| Ashiban | May 19 2009, 08:34 AM Post #1 |
Child of perdition, daughter of sin ~Ashiban
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She let her grin grow wider as she held her first there inside his chest, eyes burning like fire with such glee and excitement to feel his heart slowing in her fist. His eyes widened as blood shot from his mouth running down his neck and over his lips. Her deep purple pools rested on his pale face, his eyes losing their bright and lively shine. As he hacked up more blood she laughed, "What's the matter, can't take a woman ripping you heart out? Weak little humans, everything about you makes me sick, your stupid, slow, you live short lives, do nothing but procreate to fill the world with more weak stupid apes and I get stuck with the whole lot of you miserably chimps. Not to forget you all smell horrible and you can't control the actions of your own bloody bodies." Her expression distorted from one of pleasure to utter hatred as she growled at him. His blood running over the rocks of the cliff, the roaring ocean bellow crashing up, clawing at the stone, waiting to be fed. Her hair rippled softly in the breeze, ebony curls twisted and fluttering so sweetly. Her pale form caressed by a tight black shirt and pants in an attempt to hide from her fin figure and appear more...like an independent female. She had stepped away from her lusty ways just so she could be spared the worthless attention of mortal males. "It's...n...no...not fire," choked the man as he spat out more blood and winced. He closed his eyes letting out a few groans of agony as she pushed her fist deeper into his chest cavity. "Fair, I didn't say anything about fairness, the world is a cruel place. Did you honestly believe in a world like this that anything is fare or for reason. Why you ask, how you ask...because I am a daemon, I do these sort of thins. Do you think it is fare when an angels wings are cut for taking human lovers? No, but then again no angels sit here on our lonely cliff, only you and death." Her voice was dark and seductive and yet warm and calming. Even in her anger it was a voice that could both lull you into a relaxed trance and send shivers down your spine. Curling her fist in his chest she took hold of his heart and pulled up ripping it free. Each vessel burst as she pulled it free, blood saturating her hands. His eyes flickered for a moment, that light fading from azure eyes. Letting him go his body toppled over the cliff plummeting into the ocean turning the waves red as they crashed against the shore. Holding the silent heart in her hand she glared upon it with disgust and desire. 'If I had a heart I would be able to love and feel as they do.' she thought to herself. Then closing her eyes she crushed the thick muscle in her hand letting it nearly melt into her palm, 'then again if I had a heart and feeling I would be just as weak.' Opening her palm she let the tissue slip from her hand, the scent of blood intoxicating. Opening her eyes again she looked up to the grey sky and whispered, "Who are we, these shadows that walk the earth ever wakeful...ever...feeling less?" She reflected back on her memories of being death. How simple the world had been and yet how complex. Love, families, friends, she had friends once, when she had been death. She had a friend, human friends who she talked to. Being their friend had made her this...a feeless monster without a purpose. As death she had a purpose, to collect the souls of the dead. Now what was she suppose to do, what was her purpose now? Looking over the cliff she squinted her eyes a little as the ocean returned to its natural hue. The waves rose and fell with such beauty it would have taken her breath away if she could see the beauty in this world. The lifeless rock beneath her feet shifted ever so lightly as she turned her back to the ocean and looked about the quiet stones. A colorless world laid before her, but even this seemingly lifeless place had much life to lend. Was there no place in this god forsaken world that was deprived of the essence of life that tingled down her spine and only inspired her bitter hatred or was all the world painfully…alive? |
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| Vensint | May 31 2009, 07:09 AM Post #2 |
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He could almost make out a name on the wall. It was funny the things that could be seen from a blood splatter. The family laied at his feet with gaping wounds like ugly mouths from his axes. The father was the first to fall. He was armed with a simple londsword that Vensint had little trouble with. He had just vanished from the fathers front and appeared with a poof at his back. The father had twisted into the axe's blade, burying it into his neck. The mother was sobbing histerically by that point and that just was irritating. Vensint waisted no time beheading her before moving onto the oldest daughter. She was pregneant. It was only a small heasitation before Venisnt desided to put his axes away and turn towards the door. She bolted for the fallen longsword. She had stumbled a bit when she swooped down to pick up the clean blade but the regained her balance and rushed forward to run Vensint thought from his back. She wight have succeded if she haddn't yelled a curse at him. He sidestepped and caught the crosspeice of the sword where the girls momentum had placed her past her mark and completely at his side. He didn't even look down when he twisted the sword from her so hard that both her wrists snapped and she couldn't let the blade go as it arched downward and back up. She blinked in shock once before her body split in half. Blood pooled from the two newest kills. The older ones were still bleeding out. Vensint cleaned off his blades on the daughter's dress before he looked one last time around the room. The house was quaint and small. Small enought that the blood puddle managed to cover the floor in it's entirety by the time he had resolved to let the house stand. He vowed to come back in five years and kill the new residence. Not as anything serious, but just as something to look forward too in his twisted future. He looked out to the sea and noted the cliffs off a ways. He resolved on walking there and laying low in a cave for the rest of the night. Had Vensint looked four seconds longer he might have seen the small black shadow fall from the cliff's edge... |
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| Marros Amandil | Jun 11 2009, 06:07 AM Post #3 |
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The world as he knew it was changing ... there was no set black and white any more. No definate good or evil, everything was beginning to merge together. People he'd been trained to protect were becoming the killers and those that he should have hunted ... more often than not were the victims. His brother was lost to him now, and any hope he had of finding him lay with the demoness Ruby. Movement up ahead had caught his attention, cautiously making his way closer the scene before him was similar to ones he'd seen too many times previously. The scent of the mans blood was strong, the air practically reaked of it. His killer had seemed to enjoy toying with her prey, before crushing the still bleeding heart. Her words were faint but due to his elven heritage Marros heard them. Should he pity her or hate her? "Are you shadows .. or merely the bitter watchers of the night? Perhaps lady you spend too much time dwelling on what you dont have , rather than working with what you do?" he raised an eyebrow quizingly. Hmm why did the female killers always have to have serpant hearts hid behind such beautiful faces. Tonight was going to be a long one, that much he could tell. |
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