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Re: Darkness Falls [invite only, winter solstice]
« on: November 27, 2012, 04:22:37 pm »
The petite woman guided the lifeless body to the ground gently and carefully. When she stood again, blood colored and heavied the white material over her chest, causing it to stick to her skin. She paid it no nevermind, which in itself, is a macabre thing. It's also very symbolic. She wore the blood of the innocent. No matter how honored such a man had been by her, his blood still joined the others, and his life had still been stolen by the tiny priestess.

It was like this that she approached the last individual. Her pale skin and beautiful features were serene and calm, her lips still stained crimson from the blood previously. Her lavender eyes looked out at the imprisoned man, and they were cold, emotionless things. His fingers grasped at the slats in the contraption as he peered out, defiant and angry. Perhaps in retaliation for that defiance, or perhaps simply to hear him scream, she moved quick, setting her dagger to his fingers and severing the digits from the hand closest to her. She whispered to him in her honey voice. "Now, now. Hands inside at all times. Your prison is just like my lord's. Cold, hollow, consuming. It is only right that you be subject to the same circumstances." The man's piteous screams rang in the air. "You, you will suffer. Both here and in the place that comes next. Servant of Time, you serve a jealous and envious lord. A being disloyal to family, to brother, to blood. Power at any cost will be the thing that consumes you now. Scream as long as you like. No one will aid you. You are damned."

Though fear pumped through him, the man couldn't keep his tongue still. "You are damned as well as I, wh*re of Kazuma. The death he brings will stain your soul, foolish b*tch." Aska's eyes flashed at being called names so common, but she said nothing. Her dagger found it's way through the slats, and into the side of the man, much as they may have done to Caesar at one time. Then the priestess snapped her fingers. A creak from the machine can be heard, the squeal of moving metal parts a brief sound. Gears turning came, and then another terrified scream rent the air. It was a slow thing, and all the time, he screamed. And then he begged after a pain filled shriek came from him. Begged for his life, begged to have a quick death, begged the woman to stop this. And then the noise stopped, and the gurgling began. Blood flowed in steady stream from the machine, and a subtle snapping began to happen. The crunch and breaking of bones.

Aska watched and listened, and she kept him alive until the time when it was no longer possible, because he was nothing but meat and pulp. And the woman watched the life fade from his eyes. Even that defiance faded in the face of so much mercilessness. Once his soul had been loosened of the mortal coil, she stepped away. The dagger is cleaned of blood in the snow before she replaced it back in it's hollow in the rock. She stepped into the center of the stone, which now colored itself garnet in the moonlight, the blood shimmering. An ancient symbol had filled itself with blood, and her hands struck together with a crack. It rose five objects to the surface, and then once more, the woman fell to meditation and focus.
Name: Aska
Age: appears to be in her very early 20's
Gender: Female


"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."