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Author Topic: Into the heart of darkness  (Read 1528 times)

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Into the heart of darkness
« on: December 18, 2014, 01:01:26 AM »
-Oh how this pleased Afansi. He had been searching for a very long time for someone to take his sisters place as the Veiled Maiden. Now he began to think that his search may finally be over. He would not let this get to his head. He had tried before and the woman did not pass the test and was in consequence killed. He needed someone though to take his place once the Gods call his name… If he didn’t achieve his goal before then. Godhood. He would need someone to carry on the Dark Path, and keep his family powerful. The experiments that his father inflicted on the boy made it impossible for Afansi to sire children, so the Malkov blood line would end once he was dead. Of course the blood line continues through his sister, but she has forsaken the Death Art, and is no longer worthy of the title of Malkov. He there for needed someone to carry on his orders legacy. If she survived the training.-

-as they walked into the caverns the waters fell and covered the opening. They refused to enter the caves but hovered above the whole as if they were kept at bay by a slim sheet of glass. With the water covering the entrance it left them in a world of pure darkness. He could see just fine, but he knew that she could not. Casting a quick weave, and energizing it he lifted his right hand as if he was holding a torch. Green flame erupted to life and hovered above his raised hand bathing the cavern in an eerie green hue. With a nod of his head he ordered her to follow him. After all even if she wanted to run where could she go?-

-they traveled deeper down past stalagmites and stalactites. The pair had to crawl at certain points, and at others huge the wall or they would fall down into a deep abyss that went to the heart of the earth. The heat in the cave started to get intense as they went down farther and farther. Afansi was used to this, but he knew she had to be getting weak, tired and hungry from the day’s events. It wasn’t much longer and she would be bathed, given proper cloths, fed, and allowed some rest before the real test begin.-

-Suddenly the air became cooler as the ground evened out and then the stone turned into stairs that led upward.. In the distance a light could be seen, and as they got closer she would see it was a pair of large doors. They had a spell on them that made them shine with pure violet light. As they got closer Afansi dismissed the flame and approached the door. Turning he looked at her.- Welcome home.

-With that he quickly turned and opened the doors with a spell. There was a sealing rune on the doors. They would only open if the correct weave was woven on the door. It was a mages lock. As the door opened there was no burst of light, but rather a soft deep blue hue, and the air smelled of the highest quality incense. Music was heard announcing the arrival of the Malkov, and as they walked in a royal greeting awaited them. But not want ever seen on the surface of the world.-

-Lining the hall’s walls were Dread Knights holding their large claymores at present arms. Necromancers dressed in dark robes bowed their heads down holding their staffs made of the finniest woods. Slave men and women knelt down infront of the Necromancers. The slaves wore thin white frabic, so thin that nothing was left to the imagination about what these slaves looked like without clothing on. They held oil lanterns to light the way for Afansi and the Cherkess. Their heads were shaven, after all hair was a position and these men and women possessed nothing, but rather were the belonging of the Malkov. At the end of the Hallway were five beings awaiting the return of their master. They were not human, but rather experiments that past Malkovs have conducted to create the perfect servants.-

-There was Watcher. Watcher was a being that looked like there was no meat on its bones. But rather tight skin on a frail skeleton. Its eyes were sown shut, but it was not blind. It held out its hands were there was an eye on each hand. But this was not this creatures gifts. It was a psychic that could tell of all events past, present, and future. Its job was to watch the ethers to keep the Malkov advised about the course of the future. It had a wife gaping mouth with a forked tongue. It wore no clothing, but it wasn’t male or female.-

-Next was Listener. Its eyes were huge, and its mouth small with jagged sharp teeth. Its ears had been cut off, and the gaping holes sown shut. It was a Telepath. It could hear the thoughts of every living thing near it, so nothing could get past the Malkov. It had a normal body type, and wore red robes, but the robes were not dyed in red pigment, but rather the blood of those that dared to plot to over throw the Malkov.-

-Third was Speaker. Speaker’s mouth was sown shut and the rusty needle that did the sowing was left in the creatures flesh. Its eyes were beady and almond shaped. Its ears large and like an elves. It wore black robes, and was in the shape of a woman, but had no breast or hair. It had the gift to deliver its Lords message to his agents across the world. He was key to communications for the Malkovian Order.-

-Forth was Brute. His eyes, ears, and mouth was sown shut. He was all muscle and besides for not having eyes, mouth, and ears he looked like a normal man. He strength, and the body guard of the Malkov. He wore thick black armor similar to the Dread Knights expect his armor could be removed if needed. –

-Last was Betrayer. He could not stand with the others because he was half in the wall, and half out of it. Betrayer one time was a member of the Malkov house. He was not the heir to the title Malkov, and so he tried to kill the heir, and failed. In retaliation to his failure he planned on saleing out the Order threatening all they have built in their exile. He was found out by Listener, and so his curse and punishment was pain. He was mutated into a creature that was part liquid, part solid. He had not sharp features, and was forever anchored to the wall. He could move through the walls of the citadel in constant pain, but never leave.-

-When Afansi came and stood before the five he spread apart his legs, lifted up his head and spread out his arms. Three slave girls walked up to him and started to undress him down to nothing. They took his clothing, and his staff and folded them holding them never looking up at their master. After they were done three female slaves appeared and each one held a type of clothing, and one a Pointed, thin crown. They dressed Afansi in tight black clothing made of silk, with a sash tied to his side. The slipped black boots on his feet, and put a black cowl over his head. It was tight and slid down his face covering all his features. It was impossible to see his skin, but you could see the outline of his face. Finally the one with the platinum crown came and placed it on his head. The crown was thin, and had a thin spire in the front about seven inches high. Once the crown was on his head the procession knelt, and the Dread Knights sheaved their swords. –

-He called the Cherkess up to him. He turned to face the delegates.- This is the new Veiled Maiden. Treat her as such. –He then turned to the five. He would point to each one.- this is Speaker, Watcher, Listener, Brute. –He refused to look at the last.- And Betrayer. It is forbidden to look him in the face, he does not deserve that honor. –He turned to the Cherkess.- If you want to say anything, say it. If not I am sure you are tired and hungry.
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Re: Into the heart of darkness
« Reply #1 on: March 08, 2015, 12:57:32 PM »
As Reschelle followed Afansi with a blind trust, she was engulfed with darkness that truly made her blind. The sound of the water behind them was the only thing that gave her a sense of location - at least up until Afansi's spell bathed them in the warm green light. They then ventured forth on a journey that would take a lot longer than she would have expected.

The vastness of the caverns intrigued her, and while she initially followed Afansi with an eager and curious step, her gaze taking in whatever sight she could focus on, within the span of a few hours journey Reschelle had begun to show signs of fatigue. The growing heat of the caverns was causing her to grow weary, though she could not succumb to such exhaustion lest she fall down the sheer cliff at her side they happened to be scaling at the moment.

By the time they arrived at the doors, Reschelle's legs were feeling like jelly, her heart fluttering as sweat dripped from her temples. The cool air was a welcome change and it gave her a bit of energy as the words 'Welcome home' afforded her a feeling of comfort.

The sight that awaited within filled Reschelle with awe, the Dread Knights standing tall and the slaves kneeling before them as they moved. The pristine smoothness of their hairless bodies fascinated her, looking upon them with a gaze that was a mixture of adoration and predation. The urge to carve patterns into their smooth skin beneath those thin veils of clothing was almost overwhelming - the demand of the dagger still clenched tight in her hand growing.

She was able to keep that urge at bay, however, when her gaze fell upon The Watcher. Reschelle's amber eyes grew wide as she stepped toward him in fascination, not even noting Afansi now being disrobed and tended to by the servants. Slowly Reschelle moved from The Watcher, to The Listener, the Speaker and so on. Her hungry gaze took in all that she could, finding the oddest of beauty in these creatures. She was admiring The Brute when Afansi spoke again, calling her to his side. Reschelle took one more look at The Brute and then moved to stand by Afansi, looking out at the constituents as she was announced as the new Veiled Maiden.  She was then introduced to the five, the fifth she hadn't even noticed in her admiration of the other four. The tone of disgust for Betrayer caused her to scrunch her nose a little as she glanced in his direction. She did not know the story of any of them, but she did not need to know the story in order to know this one was worthy of no consideration.

Reschelle returned her gaze to Afansi as he stated that she had her opportunity speak now if she desired, else she could eat and rest. Her legs still felt like jelly, her head swimming and feeling overwhelmed though she refused to show it outwardly. Even though she knew the option to rest was there, part of her was telling her that it was an unnecessary step and a potential sign of weakness to rest so soon after her arrival. Slowly, a grin would slip across her features as she looked away from him and toward the kneeling patrons before them.
"Let us begin," she would state firmly. "It is the dawn of a new era, and there is no time for complacency." Reschelle would then turn her gaze back to Afansi expectantly. It was apparent that she would pass out from exhaustion before she allowed herself to rest.

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Re: Into the heart of darkness
« Reply #2 on: March 08, 2015, 08:04:12 PM »
-Thunderous laughter exploded from his lips at her words. How true they were, even more so then she could ever comprehend at this time. A new era was upon them, Nevereskaya, Bellepheron, yes even upon the whole of the earth. For too long the heavens have bathed their light down on mortal kind, but soon… very soon the fires of the everlasting hells will burn up all hope, and from its ashes his kingdom will arise. More powerful, dark, and beautiful then any nightmare. It will be cut in the image of the ancient empires of old, where the Beasts ruled, light was strangled, and magic was free. Men will become gods, and the gods… well…. They will be our play things.-

-A smirk came across his face as he stepped up close to the Cherkess’s body.  The feeling that came from him was pure seduction as he ran his silky gloved fingers up her arms. He watched as the tips traveled up her soft flesh, from her hand, to her shoulder, up her neck and too her lips. He came in close to her face and breathed in her scent.- You have no idea…. –He paused for a moment as he stared into her abysmal eyes.- how right you are…. –His voice led to feelings of secret ecstasy that only he could give her. It was like he was tilting it in front of her for her to take, but before she could decide he turned away and started down the hall.-

-The procession broke, and four of the five feel in behind him. Except Betrayer who melded into the wall to continue on his duties. None of them waited for the new Veiled Maiden. She would either keep up or be left behind.-

-Watcher came up close to The Malkov.- Lord Malkov… The Orcs have reached Kalinin, and are meeting with the Czarina as we speak…

-Afansi took in what the monster was telling him, and without missing a beat he gave his orders.- Speaker, give the order for the two sacrifices to begin, and then set the trap. –his voice was methodical. He cared nothing for the two necromancers he was sacrificing to farther his goals.- Make sure the Supreme patriarch is there, before our spy triggers the spell. –A grin crept on his face.- I want him to witness true power.

-He knew after a fight the Supreme Patriarch would be able to take out the Abomination. His goal was not to kill the high mage. His goal was far more….. hidden. Fear… and he would direct that fear towards an enemy that they already know. Not to mention that he hoped his Nephew would one day embrace the death art as his mother once did. That was a long shot, but if he could get the High Mage under his sway it he would be a strong tool. Unfortunately Afansi knew his sister too well, and he knew she would have taught her son to withstand the darkness. After all those who once walked in the shadow, know how to keep it at bay best of all.-

-They continued down the dark marble halls. The Cherkess would notice that even though they seemed to be underground this building had windows, and the windows were covered with thick embroidered curtains.-

-After a moment there were three people cornering a slave at the end of the hall. At first it seemed like lovers embracing the slave. Until they got closer. Afansi’s body tensed slightly, not at what he saw, but what he knew was going on. Vampires. The three were feeding on the slave. He despised Vampires. Immortality was wasted on these Parasites. The children of Dukljan. They fed, and killed, fed and killed. Waste, waste, waste. He didn’t mind that they were feeding, what he hated was the wanton waste that these creatures displayed. They were given the power of immortality, and the ability to share it. Great strength and speed, but yet they were not free, they were bond to blood. So much power could have be gathered from that slaves death, but instead they used it only for substance.-

-One of the three, a female, sensed them approaching and broke away from the others. She wore shear black fabric that revealed a seductively curved body. Her dark hair and eyes could drown any man to want her. She was a prefect predator, one that the prey came to, and begged to lay with. Her hips swayed like summers grain, and the blood stained grin on her face could call anyone to want her. She stood in front of Afansi so he couldn’t get past her.- Oh Afan…. –Her silky voice whispered, the very tone of it called a man to want its warmth.- Where have you been? –She placed a finger on his shoulder and walked around him, her eyes only glancing at the Veiled Maiden.- Whos the pet? A new toy? –She would whisper into his ear as she completed the circle, and moved in close to his body. Touching her cold form against his blood filled warm chest. Her eyes went to his, and it was obvious what she wanted.-

-Afansi did not look at her.— Vatnith… and no. –He then looked at her.- She is the Veiled Maiden…

-Her lips became pouty.- Ahhh… another one… -She stood on her tip toes to look over his shoulder at her.- Too bad… she smells sweet…

Do you need something –Afansi cut her off. He really had no time for her.-

-She smiled and licked her lip. Her hand sliding own his body to grip his… strength.- Well there is something…

-Afansi rolled his eyes and stepped past her. He motioned his head for everyone, but her, to follow him.- No fun! –she cried out behind him. As she turned and went her way.-

-He looked to the Cherkess.- do not trust her. –He was allied with her coven only because his great grandfather wrote a treaty with them. They would serve the Malkov, and allow them to perform experiments on them to understand their immortality, and in exchange they got to live in the labyrinth, and enjoy the Malkov lineage, and share in their destiny. If it was up to Afansi he would have killed out her, and her kind long ago. Not yet. He needed them to perform their duties for the time being. One day he would be their master.-

-He never look at the Cherkess.- You will be given the south east tower, and everything in it is yours. There are no rules here, no law, no morals. Do as you please to farther your own goals, and pleasures. Here is our Eden, and our paradise, treat it as such. We do not restrict ourselves with pointless regulations. Be wary here Cherkess. Assassination, theft and subterfuge are not uncommon methods here. Being the Veiled Maiden gives you some immunity and power, but it will not always protect you. Be ruthless, and you will survive. Until you learn Brute will remain with you. –brute stepped up beside the Veiled Maiden. He will protect her.-
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Re: Into the heart of darkness
« Reply #3 on: October 21, 2015, 03:57:30 PM »
The laughter that erupted from Afansi’s form sent shivers up her spine as her gaze peered out over those that applauded her words. Lightheaded, with orbs of light flashing in the corners of her eyes as a bodily sign of her exhaustion, yet she continued to fight through. Reschelle’s gaze turned to focus on Afansi as his touch upon her arms sent shock waves through her form. Her breathing quickened and the hairs on her neck and arms stood on end. If the moment had allowed, she would have melted into his arms in a moment of absolute ecstasy as he touched her lips, but it was merely a tease and Afansi had spun on his heel away from her. Reschelle barely had enough energy in her to maintain her composure, but somehow it seemed his touch had replenished her enough that she was able to continue.

While only a moment, it seemed time had stood still and before she knew it the beauteous creatures, save The Betrayer, were following along Afansi in a hurried procession. Not losing a beat, Reschelle’s body moved forward to keep pace with Afansi, though just a step behind him as she listened to the reports. Her steps moved forward with determination, her hand still gripped around the dagger as she had yet a place to keep it, though it seemed some of that energy was radiating from the dagger and urging her forward. It wasn’t noticed at first, but if one would look now, the veins within Reschelle’s hand that gripped the dagger had begun to darken, slowly making its way up her wrist and toward her forearm as if infected. Small for now, but the blackened spiderweb of veins would only continue to grow.

Reschelle listened as the update was given, word of a sacrifice and a meeting with Latskaia… the mention of Czarina brought a look of disgust to her face. “The girl is a wretched whelp, a runt, the epitome of weakness, and a disgrace,” she would grumble, a look of hatred in her gaze that had never manifest in her eyes before. The fact that Latskaia… an Azov, was leading what was once a great Empire was more than a joke now to Reschelle. They would see the empire crumble in Latskaia’s fingers. The understanding now that movement was already in place that would see that downfall at Afansi’s… and her own… hands was a relief.

She remained vigilant, listening to all that was spoken up until they came upon the three that caused Afansi to tense. Reactionary, Reschelle tensed as well, but as the whole scene unfolded before her something else entirely came over Reschelle. The movements of the female vampire… The overt seduction and sensuality as the leach advanced on Afansi and very simply dismissed Reschelle with little more than a second glance… The tenseness that initially overcame Reschelle fell away to one of calm and focus. Her darkened eyes watched the vampire as she muttered about no fun and then turned to walk away, Afansi’s words of not trusting her echoing in her head.

Before anything more could be said, before Reschelle could realize what she was doing, she had lept after the vampire and grabbed her by the hair. A fistful of hair close to the flesh spun the vampire around, who immediately bore her fangs and went on the offensive. Before the vampire had a chance to retaliate, Reschelle had the dagger up against the vampire’s throat, the swirling darkness in the veins of her wrist now clearly visible. There was a power she seemed to tap into from deep within, as somehow Reschelle was able to overpower the vampire and press her up against the wall as she began to slide the dagger roughly against the vampire’s neck. Having just fed, the blood spewed forth profusely from the wound as she sawed at the vampire’s neck, a smoke rising from the dagger as it plunged into the flesh of the vampire. In less than a blink of an eye, the vampire’s head had been severed and the body slumped to the ground. Reschelle would turn to look at the remaining vampires, gripping the head still in her hand as she stood there… bloodied.

“I am no one’s pet, and I’m a fast learner” she would state, slinging the head over her shoulder by its hair and returning to her place with Afansi. At the mention that Brute would remain with her, she smiled, looking to Brute with a look of adoration. “I like Brute…”

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Re: Into the heart of darkness
« Reply #4 on: December 23, 2015, 04:21:41 AM »
((((( Sorry about the post trying to get back into the swing of things with school being out)))))


-At the attack the onlookers tensed as shock came across their forms, all except Watcher, Listener and Afansi. “Well… the game’s already changing….” Afansi whispered to himself. If one could see past the tight veil that covered his face there would be a sly smile. He watched with admiration at her quick reflexes, and the surge of mana that flowed through her body. While she cut through the leech’s undead flesh he noticed the infectious veins. It almost looked like a manna burn when a mage cast a spell above their skill level that they body is not trained to take. But it wasn’t… this was something different….-

It seems the Beasts were with you Afan… -The voice spoke to him in his mind. It referred to the chance meeting that brought the woman here.-

It seems so…. –Afansi spoke out loud.-

Boy! The Vampires! –The demon shouted in his mind. Afansi had been so fascinated at what he saw that he completely forgot about the other two vampires that were with their Matriarch. They would not take this well.-

-It seemed Brute was already working on this as he and Afansi turned around at the same moment facing the leaches. They had dropped their feast, and were now running full speed at the Cherkess. Brute moved first stepping in front of the male vampire letting the creature ram right into him. It was to no avail knocking the vampire to the ground. Brute was on him one hand grabbing between his legs, and the other around the squirming vampires neck. With one sure grip, and a forceful pull he ripped the leach in half, slinging the two parts down the hall.-

-Afansi stood between the Veiled Maiden and the coming vampire. The sound of ripping cloth would fill the air as Afansi’s right hand was replaced with that of a monsters. Short black hair the six inches long fingers. Razor sharp claws that could cleave stone tipped each one. Afansi rammed his hand into the stomach of the vampire. He pushed his hand up into the body, tearing every organ he could apart until he reached the leaches hart. With a grip he ripped it from the main arteries and pulled it out of the vampire’s chest cavity.-

-With the two vampires now dead he turned to the Cherkess.- You just made an enemy of her entire coven Veiled Maiden… A coven that happens to live here in the Labyrinth. I hope you have pieces in play, because I can promises you they will. –He walked up to her, and put a hand on hers holding the dagger. He lifted the arm up to look at the veins.- Full of surprises…. –His voice was like silk. Releasing her hand he turned to resume his path down the hall, as slaves came to clean up the mess.-

You need to rest. Brute will take you to the East Tower. Once you have rested I will send Betrayer to see to your needs, and get you established in the Labyrinth. –Finally with a hand he waved her and Brute off without a second thought as he went his way to the central tower.-

-Brute escorted Reschelle through the citadel. For being the called Pandora’s Labyrinth the citadel was built like most castles. With straight halls. The stones were dark so dark it seemed they drank in the light of the torches trying to fill some void inside themselves. Carved stone, and silver and gold lined hallways would meet them. Little did she know this was fortress was not the Labyrinth, rather the where this fortress resided was. There were many mysteries here, and she would soon be in the middle of all of them.-

-Finally they came to a large oak door. On each side of the door were dread knights standing guard. When they approached the guards knelt honoring their new Maiden. They were a part of her security detail. When they entered the tower it was so large that it in and of itself was a small citadel. She had a main hall, entertainment rooms, a armory, laboratory, library, kitchen, and what even she could possibly desire. At the very top of the tower would be her quarters. They were large, and decorated by the previous Veiled Maiden. The one before here was not extravagant, and her quarters reflected that. The furniture while expensive was simple in design, he bed was a large canopy bed with layers of dark silk hanging down. Every closet and chest was open to her, and everything in there she now owned, from clothing to artwork, and weapons. There was only one place she was not allowed to go, and that was the balcony. The balcony was separated from the room by large glass doors, but they were covered with black cloth so she could not see out them. It would be that way with all the windows in the tower. It was not yet time for her to see where she was.-
« Last Edit: December 23, 2015, 02:03:08 PM by Soldier »
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Re: Into the heart of darkness
« Reply #5 on: September 28, 2016, 08:11:58 AM »
((Working on a post for this. So sorry it's taken nearly a damn year! Let's just say it's going to be better with age?))

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Re: Into the heart of darkness
« Reply #6 on: September 28, 2016, 10:01:29 AM »
(((Hey take your time, just like wine right? Plus i really like this thread so i dont mind the extra effort! lol)))
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Re: Into the heart of darkness
« Reply #7 on: October 28, 2016, 12:33:54 AM »
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Re: Into the heart of darkness
« Reply #8 on: November 18, 2016, 11:18:17 AM »
((Sorry for taking so long! Trying to get everything back on schedule!)

The sight that greeted her when she turned around was unexpected, the severed head of the matriarch slung over her shoulder swinging from side to side. The scent of blood tinged the air, though it was different from the smell of typical blood – not quite as metallic and more sweet. For the smallest of moments, Reschelle had half the inkling to lick the blood from her fingers, however she knew that would result in consequences he was not quite ready to encounter. Rumors of vampires had always whispered through Nevereskaya, though it was always more related to Bellepheron lands and the more secretive of those tribes. The myth of the Shinigami consuming their enemies... skin as pale as the moonlight. But nothing had ever been confirmed.

And here Reschelle was around the corpses of three vampires, with barely a sense that any of this was out of the ordinary.   

Reschelle turned her gaze to Afansi as he stated that she had just made an enemy out of the entire coven of vampires that lived here, her response being the upturn of a smile at the corners of her lips. Her breath was quickened, cheeks flushed with the rush of adrenaline and bloodlust that had overcome her, watching him as he lifted her arm to inspect. Instinctively her grip tightened on the dagger,
"They will learn respect, and their place.... lest they face the exact same fate." 

Whether she had plans in place was unclear, given that Reschelle was action on passion and instinct – instinct that didn't truly seem like her own in retrospect. But there was something guiding her actions... some end game that coincided with Afansi's plan that she was eager to discover. 

At the mention that Brute would escort her to the East Tower to rest, the grin returned to her face as she looked toward Brute with adoring eyes. Taking a step toward him, she looped her arm through his, her hand upturning to rest on his muscular bicep. If the dagger hadn't been in her other hand she probably would have latched on with both hands. Her full attention was on Brute then as Afansi left, walking through the halls of the Labyrinth, though eventually the architecture and peculiarities of the walls drew her attention.   

Despite ample torches, they seemed to do nothing. The dark stones a void that seemed to suck the energy and light from everything. Yet there was still enough to light their way. Her breath was taken aback upon reaching the large oak door, her gaze rising to look up at its full height. As she gazed upon the door, it seemed to grown even larger, dwarfing her stature to the point where she could swear a giant could fit through it. Whether this was the truth or a trick of her exhausted mind was unknown, but the experiences were beginning to cause her to feel dizzy.   

Lowering her gaze, she looked to the two Dread Knights that bowed before her. Her arm slipped from Brute's then, as she entered the chambers as the door was opened for her. Reschelle did not know what to expect on the other side of the door... and she certainly did not expect to walk into a wing that she swore was larger than the entire Cherkess Manor in Hyranion. Rechelle's footsteps slowed to a halt a few paces after she entered, her gaze roving over the site that greeted her. It was then that everything she had encountered began to catch up with her, the room seeming to grow larger and begin to spin around her. The blood began to drain from her visage, her skin growing pale as her body started to falter. In moments her eyes fluttered and rolled to the back of her head as she began to collapse. With effortless movements Brute had caught her in his massive arms, lifting her up to carry her to her chambers.   

Behind them, the dagger she had held in her hand with such protectiveness fell to the ground with a clank. Dark tendrils and smoke swirled around it, obscuring it's presence until it finally faded away... disappearing as if it had never been there. When Brute would lay Reschelle down upon the bed, if Brute were able to, he would see that the black spider-webbing of her veins had reached up her forearm now, encroaching upon her bicep. A much needed rest would engulf her, Reschelle resting in a deep slumber that would last nearly twelve hours if she was not roused first.
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Re: Into the heart of darkness
« Reply #9 on: November 19, 2016, 02:48:20 AM »
(((( Enjoy! I have been planning this one for awhile! and just wait.... there are so many surprised in store for her.)))))


-Afansi stood there watching Brute escort her to the Eastern tower. The tower his beloved sister once owned before she betrayed the family so long ago. She could never get a taste for the death art. The blood, gore, corpses, death of innocents, and the defiance of all the Gods she couldn’t get a feel for. It was the work of his meddling mother. Why his father chose a priestess of the Truths he will never know. She fought the blight from growing in her children veins and turning them into the Abominations his father desired. Even though she loved her father, something Afansi did not doubt, she could never give him an inch when it came to the children. She faught him took and nail to keep them from the death art, but she failed….. With his sister her light corrupted her enough to fear the truth. But she failed with him……… And that was her death….. Her love was her death….. Afansi looked down at his blood and gore stained claw. How it the crimson wetness dripped down onto the stone. When each drop of blood hit the black granite it was soon absorbed into this stone… It reminded him of that day…. When this blood was his mother’s…… He felt a rising in his gut, one he forbade to rise so long ago and quickly suppressed it. That sacrifice was done under his father’s commands, and it made Afansi the master he was, and because of their families goal was soon at hand….. Godhood. Gods have no mothers, and they have no fathers. They are eternal and soon he would be. Without beginning and without end, but one eternal round.-

-Afansi lifted the bloody claw as it slowly turned back into a man’s hand. The cracking of bone, and the sound of the flesh and muscle knitting itself back to its original rom vibrated softly through the halls. He lifted the hand and brought the crimson nectar to his tongue and he drank it from his flesh. He didn’t have to worry about being corrupted by the vampire virus… his father had seen to that. He was perfect, and perfected. The absolute height in werewolf evolution. His father’s crowning glory as they took one more step towards immortality, and with that step a moment closer to Godhood. His body rejected poisons and sickness. His father studied the longevity of elves when he manipulated and experimented on his daughter. He learned that they had extended lives because their cells were in constant flux, repairing old tissue and replacing it with new. The cells rejected sickness that wore on the body, and when his father experimented on Afansi in his mother’s womb he added that success to his son. That combined with the natural aspects of the Lycan virus he injected to his unborn child created a creature close to an immortal. While he was not a true immortal, he would never die of old age or sickness, only by murder or violent death could he die. Even then it was difficult from the regenerative process of the werewolf virus. He was not immortal, but he was a step closer than most.-

-Afansi put the hand down and walked to the center tower. His tower. The rest of his consort fell in behind him as slaves cleaned up the mess left behind. They wouldn’t have to clean any blood, because the stones would have absorbed most of it by that time. This land… this labyrinth was always thirsty for light and life, its desire to consume it all matched his own. The Central tower was 2 times taller than the outlining five. That Labyrinth was built like a giant pentagram, with a centralized tower in the center. Unlike the other towers the central tower was huge…. The hallways, the great golden doors were large enough for a dragon to easily live and move around in. The stairways were wide and arched, strips of gold lined the halls of black stone. Along the walls were relief sculptures depicting the history of creation, and detailed the 1st and 2nd great war, and it depicted the final war when the Great Dragon will burn the gates of Heaven and Hell down to ash. Necromancers, Vampires, lynchs, werewolves were moving throughout the bottom floor, and Dread knights stood guard at ever door. Whenever the Malkov came near them they knelt down in reverence of their Lord of the Labyrinth.-

-When Alfansi made it to his room it took two large Abominations, the kind that attacked the collage earlier that day to open the massive golden door. His room was large enough to be a hall in itself. And it led out to an open balcony that showed the view that she was forbidden to see at this time. Mannequins lined the wall dressed in all forms of armor, and holding all forms of weaponry. Great large paintings of his ancestors lined the wall. They started in procession of the first Malkov, and ended with a painting of his mother and father, but the painting of his father was torn, where his face should have been was an empty space revealing the cold stone behind it. In the middle of his room was a table were the nude naked corpse of a young man laid. The young man couldn’t have been older than 20. He had short cut black hair, a squared jaw and in excellent shape. It had necromantic symbols painted on its main manna points; the forehead, the heart, the shoulders, elbows, palms, lungs, navel, genitals, hips, knees, and the bottom of his feet that kept the body from decaying, and stored manna inside it. Next to the corpse was a tray with many surgical and alchemic tools and ingredients.-

-Afansi walked up to the corpse, and placed a hand on the symbol above the navel. He felt the buildup of energy dance inside the corpse….. It was close… so close…. He quickly went to the tray and with the hands of a skilled surgeon he grabbed a bowl and ground up some necromantic ingredients. He motioned his hands over the bowl and violent flames exploded from the fusion of manna and the catalyst that laid inside the bowl. Taking a knife he cut his hand and let some of his werewolf blood drip into the bowl.-

Come… -With a voice of silk he called a slave to him. The young girl came and kept her eyes on the ground. Afansi turned to face his whole boy at hers, and put a gentle finger on the tip of her jawline. She was beautiful for a slave. He lifted up her chin to get a good look into her eyes.- Beautiful sapphire blue….. –With a seductive smile he moved his face down and sniffed at her hair. Violently he bit into her neck severing her arteries. He let his mouth fill with her blood and let her dyeing body fall onto his floor. He spit the blood into the bowl and the violet flames turned red. He then poured the mixture into the corpses mouth.- Soon….

-He then walked to a chair, as the remaining slaves left their places along the wall and cleaned up his mess. They carried the slaves body out beyond the walls of the Labyrinth to burn it to prevent it from changing into one of his kind. Afansi leaned back in the chair and took in a deep breath. It had been a long day. A slave came to him and took off his veiled crown. He rested his elbow on the arm of the chair.-

]My Lord… -Watcher approached him.- What would you have us about the Orcs?

Cragalack? –Afansi asked him as he looked up at the misshapen creature.-

Yes… the Elf who dreams of being an Orc… -Listener spoke up.- If an alliance between Nevereskaya and the Orcs is formed it could prove detrimental to your plans…. Should we send the Doku?

-Afansi took in a deep breath. These masterpieces of the necromantic arts were wonders to behold. They were the combined efforts of several generations. Their only weakness we a lack of imagination. Did they think he didn’t know about the meeting between the two races?- I’m planning on it. –What was he planing on, the alliance forming, or sending the Doku... they did not need to know. He responded, and  the five knew not to question their master.-

Very well…. –Watch responded as he bowed.-

Now go… I need rest. Have Betrayer wake the Cher…. The Veiled maiden in eight hours to put her affair in order. –With that they left and Afansi walked out onto the balcony. One of his curses was he couldn’t sleep. He remembered what sleep was when he was young, what it was like to dream. Now though… with all the modifications that he made to his person sleep was a fleeting dream that he would never grasp from the ethers again. After all… Gods do not sleep.-

-In eight hours. Brute stood beside her bed, he didn't sleep, he didn't need too. He kept guard over his new lady loyally through out the night. Where ever she would go, he would follow. Five slave girls would enter the Veiled Maidens quarters. One brought her breakfast, consisting of ham, eggs, sausage, bread, jam, and fresh fruit. They laid the food on the table in the center of her room. Another slave went to the copper tub in her quarters and began to fill it, and lit the coals underneath to warm the water. Fragrant oils and rose petals were poured into the steaming room. They did their best to be quiet while they prepared for her morning. Another slave went the wardrobe and took out a few dressed for her to choose form that once belonged to the previous Veiled Maiden. When they finished preparing the day for her they took their places against the wall in silence. Their eyes always looking down at the floor.-

-In precisely eight hours when Afansi gave the order moaning could be heard moving towards her room. As he got closer the painful sounds became louder. The door never opened and soon it would sound like the sounds were right in her room.-oooooohhhhhhh argooooohhhhh –Hey would ring in the room like a demented clock. Then slowly in the wall nearest her best a disgusting grayish goo bean to ooze out from between the stones. It bubbled and twisted as it began to take on the tortured from of Betrayer. The man who’s sin was almost betraying his family, and now was condemned to a life of endless pain and misery stuck inside the very walls of the Labyrinth. His voice was heavy and laden with suffering.- ]My Lady… Veiled Maiden… Wake up…. The Malkov has ordered it so we …. Can get your affairs in order…..
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Re: Into the heart of darkness
« Reply #10 on: March 27, 2017, 02:40:54 PM »
((Again, sorry for the delay.  :-\ ))

Not a single sound had awoken her before the time designated by Afansi. The shuffle of the servants preparing the bath, taking out the clothing, or preparing the food did not rouse her. Not even the smell of the food that typically would have caused her belly to rumble brought her from her slumber. She needed that rest... she had been exhausted by her recent trek.
 
Throughout the night the spider webbed veins upon her arm had settled, darkened figure upon her inner forearm that slightly resembled the dagger she had held if one looked closely. The darkness wrapped around her arm up to her bicep like a tattoo, no longer swirling or spreading, but prominent with what appeared to be it's own pulse. All of this occurred as she slept, her form recovering from her journey, as well as her new station and what it could mean.
 
It wasn't until when the moaning of the Betrayer sounded as if it were surrounding her bed that she stirred, her eyes parting to reveal haziness that took a moment to clear. A part of her was startled, wondering where in the world she was, wanting to panic, but that quickly subsided as a larger part of her remembered. None of it was a dream, and the monstrous Brute that stood at her bedside was proof of that. 
 
The corner of her lip upturned in a grin as she looked to Betrayer. And though she did not know what affairs were needing to get in order, she obliged to the request. As she rose to her feet she looked to the slaves, nodding to them and they began to approach her to begin her morning. 
 
Now, while none of this treatment was unfamiliar, the height of luxury certainly was something that Reschelle was not used to. The scented oils and warmth of the copper tub, the quality of the food, and the softness of the fabric were all exquisite... perhaps even more than that of the Czar and Czarina. As she was allowing the slaves to go about their duties in preparing her, she was ushered around as if a living doll... or a pampered sacrifice... depending on the situation. As she did so, she questioned,
"What affairs are we to get in order? I do not want to waste time, as I'm fully capable of multitasking during these preparations."

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Re: Into the heart of darkness
« Reply #11 on: June 11, 2017, 12:14:05 AM »
-Betrayer could not lose himself from the wall. His mutilated and cursed form squeezed between the black stones that made up the Labyrinths structure. When the slaves undressed her he sheepishly looked to the ground, he dared not to look upon her form at any moment, lest he enrage Afansi’s anger once more. He remembered the last time he arose the Lycan’s rage, and it still made him tremble more than the pain of forcing his squeezed form through the walls of this massive citadel.- Yes… yes…sss Your Ladyship… -His voice quivered, but it was not from fear but rather the constant pain he was in. He was a clear warning about the cost of betrayal.-

First… Your slaves… Would you prefer male, or female, or both? –He asked her. Slaves were property, tools to serve and give every whim. They were used without mercy or discretion for experimentations, service, and even pleasure. Every necromancer was given their own slaves to use how they saw fit, and she soon would begin the process of becoming one of the Dark ones. They were a precious resource, but one that Afansi’s father made sure they never ran out of. They had an agent that traded in slaves in the south, and he was a fine smuggler. There was always a fresh supply on their way to Hell.- None… are forbidden for you to use as you see fit….. Save children… or the ones with child….. That is Lord Afansi’s one rule in regards to the slaves…. Children and the ones with child are forbidden to be harmed or touched, or experimented on…… Which would you prefer? You will need them…. For your future task, education, experiments… servitude, or even your own pleasure if you so wish.

-The slaves that prepared her made took no notice of his words. Before they arrived at the Labyrinth they were broken like wild horses. Their wills were gone, and they feared even attempting a thought of freedom. If they did they knew their fates would be worse than the invisible chains that kept their mind in consent servitude. Here in the Laybrinth there were many fates worse than death, worse than slavery… and soon… very soon the Cherkess would understand that wholely. Here eternal damnation was only a breath away, and a dance the residents moved to with a lovers arms.-

Next, you will need …. Access to the Library…. His lordship… has given you access to everything…… except the…. Necrobile. –At that Betrayer did lift his eyes to meet hers. How well did she know their religion he wondered? Did She know what the unholy book was? The book sewn together out of the flesh of all the living races, written by the first Necromancer, who forged the bodies of the Great Beast? The one who was betrayed by Adazja, and tricked by Veles, and Dukljan? If she was not a believer now…. Very soon she would be. For here they fight with and against the Gods, and even damn the Holy Parents and defy mortality to gain everlasting Godhood…. At least…. One day they would. Of course Betrayer would be denied such a gift when it was ever achieved, but it is that gift and promise that the Malkov’s use to keep the loyalty of their mages, the vampire Covent, and…. One ally…. That not even the Truths want to awaken.- His Lordship will give you a tour…. After…. He examines that power of yours….. Quickly get dressed….. Your Master has something to show you…. You… will also be given a detachment of troops, spies, mages, and two abominations to do as you see fit with. Use them… as your tools… and further our Lord’s… plans… or your own….

-The slaves would finish pampering her, and when she was ready they would lift her out of the tub, and dry her body. Then two dresses would be laid out on the bed. One was the crimson red of fresh blood. It tight fitting and made of the purest silk, soft to the touch, it shimmered in the fading torch light of the hall. Necromantic symbols were elegantly stitched up the sides of the dress in gold and silver threads. Beside it was a veil of the same color thin, and see through. The veil was the symbol of her power and position with in this dark world, it was her crown. The other was the purest black, so dark the onyx color drank in all like. A thin see through dress hung down to the floor. Around the legs was black netting, and it was just thick enough to cover her secret part. The blouse was tight and made out of black belts with black leather buckles moving up her body instead of buttons. A black veil was laid beside this one, and on the top was knitted a dragon with outstretched wings.- If… these are not… to your liking… all the resources of the labyrinth are at your disposal…. Use them… how you wish…

-when she was ready, he would take her to the Malkov who waited in his room-
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