Khailyn
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"The night is my own, the cocoon in which I read and write..."
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Jun 30, 2008 19:48:44 GMT
Post by Khailyn on Jun 30, 2008 19:48:44 GMT
Khailyn trembles, frozen to the spot. If she had thought to run it was too late now, the demon was upon her, his breath burning into her skin, his eyes locked on her own with such fury. She feels for the wall behind her, cold through her cotton shirt. She was utterly trapped.
"I--" Hot tears prick Khailyn's eyes, collecting in her eye lashes and wetting her cheeks. She needed him to know she was genuine, that she hadn't the faintest idea what he spoke about. The sound of his ringing blade shatters the air sending a rippling shock wave through her body. It didn't matter that she didn't understand him, the clarity of that moment was all she needed. He was going to kill her. That, she understood perfectly...
"I know you well enough. To know that if someone should think to steal from you they would never live long enough to tell the tale" Khailyn whispers rapidly "Your reputation alone tells me that much. What good would it do me, a simple human, to steal from you?? What would that bring me except death?? You talk of blades and 'HIS' sword that is rightfully 'YOURS'. Your very manner of speech confuses me, not to mention the subject!" Khailyn screws her eyes up tight awaiting the blow, at least she had said her piece, if his blade ran through her heart at least her words would ring in his ears, so be it if they were not the words he wanted to hear...
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Jul 14, 2008 18:37:59 GMT
Post by Draxus on Jul 14, 2008 18:37:59 GMT
Draxus pulls the sword back, the ringing increasing in pitch before fading immediately.
He stares at Khai, his eyes flickering.
"Maybe... You don't know what I'm talking about... Maybe you're telling me the truth, in a way..."
He turns and steps away, his hand moving to his chin, head bowed. He was thinking. Her thoughts, maybe memories, about the sword... They were sealed. She has it, he has gone beyond just Khellesi's word, he has seen within her the echoes of that blades spirit. She has touched it, that was for certain... Her dirty human fingers all over the Heavenly silver.
He turns back to her, malice coursing through him. He could access such memories. It was easy. She would die of course but she was nothing but a mere human, powerless, insignificant. How dare she...
Draxus roars, throwing his sword off and clenches his fists. Horns break through his skin, giving him almost a crown of blood-covered spears... His claws extended, fangs appearing in place of every normal tooth. A massive tail suddenly sweeps round and wraps around Khai, lifting her easily into the air.
"Insect, infidel, how dare you touch that which is mine, beknownced or otherwise." His voice carried an echo, the voice of a commander, a sound to create nothing but pure devotion and absolute fear.
A breath, and then they came, snake-like ethereal arms of bright red energy, the purest form of pain, agony itself. They broke from his chest, his head back, long black hair trailing water like about his face and back, a deep sigh as the tendrils arched, ready to dive into the human...
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Khailyn
Junior Member
"The night is my own, the cocoon in which I read and write..."
Posts: 55
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Lust
Jul 21, 2008 21:27:19 GMT
Post by Khailyn on Jul 21, 2008 21:27:19 GMT
Khailyn dares not open her eyes for fear of the sight she would witness. She squinted only to reveal the vision of a nightmare assembled before her, all hope of escape dwindling rapidly as the events unfolded.
She closes her eyes as the tendrils of energy plummet toward her. No point in watching, she could only imagine what they might do, torture, death? She needn't see it, but the image burned into her eyelids forcing her to watch, to face the finality... But there was something more to this vision! In what seemed like hours Khailyn observed the image behind her closed eyes, the burning white and red of the demon, his magic black and poisonous, the cold blue and green of lifeless marble beneath her feet. She could see it all, every last detail in magnificent inverted colour, every texture, every cell of finely woven matter... 'tear the intricate threads that hold him together', that was the answer that came in a matter of seconds that dragged like days...
In an instant her eyes were again open, the strange and familiar force she would sometimes feel now flowing rapidly through her nerves, shooting through her spine, exploding from her limbs and now that this force was free she could control it, urge it to obey, order it to destroy the threat, the demon that would kill her, tear him cell from cell...
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Jul 23, 2008 22:24:57 GMT
Post by Draxus on Jul 23, 2008 22:24:57 GMT
Draxus stops.
He cannot breathe, he cannot think. All he can feel is a heat, quite unlike his familiar fire.
Telekinesis..?
What scale. Maybe planetary?
For the second time, death.
His very being explodes, his consciousness wailing through a forced void to Hell, where it may linger until he is reborn. His soul sleeps...
His body lies in ruin, a paste of fire-flicked red sprayed across the marble floor. His sword, off to the side, begins to shimmer and seems to fade. It was returning to its master.
The explosion of energy had alerted several Trickeries within the Palace, which promptly escaped through time, fearful that their Lord had been killed by an unknown.
One other being had noticed this wave of power, and often drawn to such displays, he began to stumble and swagger towards the Palace, walking through a realm of black and white, where chance and cause were cast aside.
Black orb-like eyes and a grin beyond insanity.
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Khailyn
Junior Member
"The night is my own, the cocoon in which I read and write..."
Posts: 55
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Lust
Aug 3, 2008 22:16:19 GMT
Post by Khailyn on Aug 3, 2008 22:16:19 GMT
Khailyn stares at the bloody mess before her, her heart racing frantically. She is unable to focus, to determine what has happened. She simply looks on in disbelief, her breath coming in short, sharp gulps of air.
Get out. She would have to leave, quickly, She had just successfully killed one of Hell's most infamous Demons, the alarm had surely been raised?! Khai makes for the door, her shoes sliding on the fleshy pulp that had been the Lord Draxus just moments ago...
In a daze she stumbles out into the cold, the freezing air seemed to kick in her senses. She would need to leave the city. With lightning speed she turns and runs as fast as she able, catching the site of the razor sharp teeth of a sickening grin glinting the moonlight... There was no time to double take, She can only run...
((Exit Khailyn))
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Aug 4, 2008 20:34:12 GMT
Post by Lunavyre on Aug 4, 2008 20:34:12 GMT
Finding it harder and harder to breath Luna enters the hall in trembling trepidation. Immediately she spots the cause of her sudden panic. At first she cannot bear to look and simply throws her hands over her eyes, walking toward the mass of blood and flesh smeared across the marble floor. Instinctively she knows... that before her lies her Lord and Master in ruin. She cannot help the screaming or force the tears not to stream down her cheeks as she falls to her knees, letting the bloody paste slip through her fingers as she tries comprehend what has happened here.
Her mind is a blur, nothing but overwhelming devastation fills her thoughts. She cannot breathe, she cannot even stand up but instead throws herself fully to the ground, feeling the blood of her Lord still warm against her cheek...
At last she struggles to her feet, covered in blood, slowly and without intention the demonic wings concealed beneath her hair unfurl, a dark malice twinkling in her hazy eyes... As she walks from the room an odd calm descends upon her soul, as though it had been tearing into two but now it had finished and the pain had lessened slightly.
No need for the guns... a blade will prolong the suffering... Luna nods, as if to agree with this silent notion. Time to hunt the human...
((Exit Lunavyre))
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