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Re: Darkness Falls [invite only, winter solstice]
« on: November 23, 2012, 07:41:10 pm »
Those silvered pansy eyes opened, no longer far away and focused elsewhere. Movement had begun stirring from inside each of the almost medieval devices. Groggy and sluggish. Elbows bumping, banging limbs against the walls. The yelps of pain and confused shock rang through the air, as tender and bare flesh met the spiked walls. The whimpers of just blossoming fear were sounding into the night. Still too disoriented to truly begin to panic, the sounds were small and animal, human beings reduced to confounded animals.

In a symbolic gesture, the petite priestess stripped her black robes from her form. In Japanese symbology, black was not the color of death, but white. She stood in pristine robes, and to those that couldn't see truth, she may have been a beacon of purity, of the light. But those that saw the real knew that this woman walked as Death's angel incarnate. That she was darkness and shadow, nothing so soothing as purity. Dainty feet stepped over the white, white snow, barely making a mark in the field of it in their passing as she moved once more to her altar. The curvaceous blade came to her hand once again, the veining a poisonous and venomous black over the blade. Now, instead of simply looking like a tool of the little priestess, the tiny woman held it in her hand as if it was simply an extention of herself.

Her footsteps took her to the first of the metal cages. She stood in front of it, looking through the very slim slats at the person inside of it. Her slim hand lifted and a snap of her fingers brought another platform up to the surface, revealing a very sleepy and not all there dragon. "Time to wake, little sister. It is time you join your onee-san, and become that which you are meant to be." The small woman left the fire dragon to pull herself from her drugged stupor, the ecstatic and tranquilizing effect keeping her calmed, yet allowing her to come awake.

"Five of you are guilty of crimes against my lord. Harboring artifacts that you knew kept him chained, imprisoned and fettered. Each of you had lives bound to those artifacts. And to activate them, each of you shall be shuffled loose of the mortal coil. Your bloodlines ended. Your crimes will be repaid, and your sacrifice is very appreciated by I, his priestess." The lock upon the first was unlocked, the door swinging open to reveal an already bloodied female. Her age is young, perhaps her very early teens. "You, a child of Space. Die for your lord's disloyalty. The one you serve is the weaker." Blade lain upon her neck, the girl's doe eyes wide in fear, her body stricken to stillness, she could utter nothing but the smallest of whimpers before the silver sank and sought her life's blood to free it.

The black of the blade sank into her veins, and the blood pumped fast and thick. It flowed over white snow and seemed to follow a trench toward the center of the circle, only to stop in it's pool there. Life drained slowly from the girl's eyes, something about the venom black slowing her last moments so that she could feel her own flame guttering, and suffer with that pain and knowledge. Aska watched the girl's eyes drown in the despair of her knowledge and the fear of what lay beyond, and it pleased her. The wicked little flash of sadism almost wanted to twist the knife just a touch and heal her just slightly, but the priestess curbed her darker appetites. Besides, it wouldn't do for her little sister to see such a thing. She does lick at the blood upon the blade as she moves to her next potential victim. Her pause was simply to heighten atmosphere and build that fear in the air. Fear would be an excellent welcome for her lord. 
« Last Edit: November 23, 2012, 11:18:00 pm by Aska »
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"I wished on the seven sisters. Bring to me wisdom of age. All that's locked within the book of secrets. I longed for the knowledge of the sage...So the sisters smiled to themselves, and they whispered as they shown. And it was from that very instant, I knew I would never be alone."

"It's true. We're all a little insane. But it's so clear, now that I am unchained. Fear is only in our minds, taking over all the time...You poor, sweet, innocent thing, dry your eyes, and testify. You know you live to break me. Don't deny, sweet sacrifice."

"You're such an inspiration for the ways that I will never, ever choose to be. Oh, so many ways for me to show you how your savior has abandoned you...Still you pray, never stray, never taste of the fruit, and you never thought to question why. It's not like you killed someone. Not like you drove a hateful spear into his side. Praise the one who left you broken down and paralyzed. He did it all for you."

"When you scream, it sounds like a lullaby. When you beg, I get all gooey inside. Tonight, I take your eyes, mind and tongue to spread the word and watch your kingdom come... Once upon a time, I ripped the wings from my spine. But when I hide inside your eyes, I still pretend that I can fly. Tell me every secret, so you can fall in love, then fall to pieces. I need new voices in my head..I need new lovers in my bed to feed my secret appetites. I need your scent all over me. I need to taste this tragedy. I need to know with certainty that the nectar was worth the squeeze. It's just the way that we're deceived. It's the blame that stains us. This, this sweetest disease is so contagious."