Post by sharmantious on Nov 3, 2014 18:21:26 GMT -5
(More can be found chalybsvirgo.wix.com/devinsharmantious )
The stars never seemed so bright as they did when you finally got a chance to look up into their twinkling mass. It’d been several weeks since the cavalier had been outdoors, and several more since the clouds finally moved enough to make out the exact patterens in the sky she seemed to like to pick out. The spotted masses reflected the past. The girl believed within this past there was future, and present both. Many shied away from such beliefs anymore, but the Wanderer never could lie to herself for the sake of popular belief. It just felt fake, and empty to do so.
As a result, she simply existed in a place that was very much all her own. Everything she once knew was now vanishing. It was as if all that once was, was becoming a past dream that should have never been allowed to thrive. Too much that was held so close within her soul was shunned away by those that once held the very same fabrics within their own spirits. It was strange how people would change with a majority. On the island of Ramus too many things were changing, and the girl simply had not found a way to change with it. For over two thousand years her family's first born had served as Cavaliers, and this too was now destroyed as she chose her own destiny. Somehow all of this change did not feel right. She felt she could not, and would not erase the past for the future no matter how many times her own father would tell her that one had to shift within the flight of change, not fight it.
This cavalier did have a name, and did have a life. A life that included a brother, a father, once a grandmother, once a mother, and now it’s legion. She was not just a grain of sand floating on the air itself, the younge woman, like her father, had grown with a strong sense of duty. This girl was named De'vin De’Annah Sharmantious
Never once did De'vin really feel grounded to her orders given, or the life she was born to without even knowing it. Instead, she felt she wanted to venture out, and even if she couldn’t express such wants without losing honor, it was something that the cavalier felt was somehow important. Though, a lot of such feelings had came when her Grandmother, Argilina Tra’Lamart, had started to teach her the old ways of the people of Ramus.
Argilina Tra’Lamart was the type of woman that often made men stare. This wasn’t due to her looks, because she certain lacked what beauty some women carried. This odd staring came from the very words that would flow out of her mouth, and the very fact that she owned her own ship. Often, De'vin’s father, Karrin Drrak Sharmantious would quarrel with the old woman on how she should behave, but the woman never changed. Instead, she taught De'vin to always uphold the old ways of life, because they were apart of her. In the past there was always a future, in the the future there had to be your past. The woman, to De'vin, was fascinating, and educational. She spoke unlike anyone De'vin had ever met in all of her life, and often it was of other lands she had traveled to. This was exactly why her father didn’t get along with the woman.
For Karrin such talk was distasteful, because he would never leave the island of Ramus, and did not expect any of his family to. Ever. He believed they were all bound to the same cause, and even though he had a daughter as first born he would face his decision to have let her live on his own. The first born always took the same job position as the father, and deep within his heart he wanted to spare the girl from ever having to go through half of what he knew she would. It was still a constant battle that he would never admit to losing. That was his sacrifice for his family, for his beloved Dyn Tra’Lamart, and for himself. He loved his daughter, and he could not do what most would have. The man was set in his ways, and went deathly silent after Dyn had vanished.
Of course, De'vin had little memory of her mother, but she could understand the want to be silent in place of pain. De'vin herself felt that way since her grandmother passed away, and could not seem to find anything to fill the empty space she now felt was thumping within her breast. All she could feel was pain all around her, and it seemed this war against Myteria was making it all that much harder to contain. Every day she had to stare into another river of blood flowing down into a once clean land of untouched snow. On Ramus, it snowed more times during the year than not, and some called it a curse, but De'vin adored it. The snow just seemed to reflect most of her mood. Cold, and untouched.
Flaxen strands, braided in a fishtail in accordance to Raithmorian fashion, were held back by a simple tie of leather. Her breeches were just as plain as the woman herself appeared to be. Though, most mistook her for a boy among men, the woman had learned long ago to hold her own ground, and the less like a woman she looked the better off everyone would be. If she had not learned that then she would not be here, sitting as she was upon a dapple mare looking at the sky. If there was one thing she had learned it was that when the Myterians started to come, the people started to change, and the men often thought they were better than anyone else. Of course, so did the women, but the women often would nod just to please their men. Like a bunch of trained mutts. The whole concept sickened De'vin, but she was a Raithmorian as all of Ramus were. It was hard to break it all in when she just didn’t feel it was the way it was for her.
Snapping out of her dazed state, the cavalier looked at an approaching rider, and squinted out the form of a familiar male. His dapple mare matched her own, and his mannerism was just as arrogant as any other of the legion De'vin had seen. Yet, Guy Marin Sharmantious, carried his sword a little too proud for De'vin’s taste. Of course, this was her younger brother by about an hour since they were twins, and they had their own strange relationship which made little sense to anyone living.
“Everything okay, or did you get your head stuck up your arse again? “ Guy’s voice rolled with the rich accent all Raithmorians carried as he spoke. Never once did he let up his grip on the thick leather reins he held, and never once did he look away from the crimson snow beneath the hooves of the musclar steed he rode.
“It’s warm up my arse tonight.” De'vin sarcastically replied as she reeled her horse a bit further away from his. It was not that she did not like her brother, it was simply that she knew him too well. Being too close often meant you got a backhand, and gave one back. She was just not in the mood for it tonight.
“I can image.” Cutting her a glance, he looked over the hills that laid before them. He had no idea how long it would be before the commanding officer came riding up, but he did not want to look as if he was not making an effort to clean this mess up. "Why are you just sitting here? You're behind again."
"Never can be ahead." A hand gesture was given around as De'vin casually dismounted from her horse. It was time to work, and at least that would distract her from her other troublesome thoughts. Her silence didn't seem to discourage Guy from ranting at her like the overbearing ox she often called him. The words just didn't sink in after so long, and every so often she would nod as if she really were listening. He was worse than talking to women at times. It was a horrid comparison, but she found most girls annoying. Sadly, he was seeming to take on a femine bore in his lectures. The thought made her lips twitch as she held back her amusement.
"Am I clear now?" Guy's voice firmly spoke as he reeled his horse in closer, and looked down his nose directly at her. She had no idea what he even said, and so she nodded. "Good. Carry on, Carry on."
A twinkle filled De'vin's hazel eyes as she watched him go. That poor boy had so much to learn, and she hoped that he would snap out of himself enough to realize what was right in front of his own two eyes.
Home's a Trickery (History Section Two~shortened, and revised)
A reminder of time fell upon the wind, drifting down to kiss the soils of the sand beneath her feet. Just how long had it been since she was last back in her home city? How much did her body ache to truly see an ounce of what she knew she deeply loved? It was hard not to rush as she felt the beat of her heart upraise, and upon reaching the steps of the manner she found herself moving at an almost full run.
Run, run she would, but the silence of the area around already indicated that something was wrong. Where were all of the people? Just as she thought on this a sound was heard, and attention turned to the iron gates that had come down. A frown turned for a moment before the vision of ravens came. Thousands of them rained down from the heavens above, and she dived behind shelter to avoid their hunger. What was going on? She did not know, but she would not fall under this in her own home.
"What's it going to be, Lothis? " She knew the name of the demon that had been unleashed by the Myterian King. This king who had taken over Ramus, her home, and made it into what it was now. The one who had promised the stupid believers freedom, but this freedom came with chains. Chains they had seen too late, and chains that no Raithmorian in their right mind would want to wear. Myterian she was not, but Raithmorian she was. Out came the blades, singing their songs to the mercy of an invisible god who would not come. This was her stand to make.
Coming from behind a wall, hazel eyes would peer out to see the ground was all of crimson color. In her heart she knew her family was gone, but this did not seem to drive her anger as much as being so stupidly blind to this trap. She had been so trusting of the legion, too trusting, and they destroyed her. Anger built up it's shield, and she often used this as strength against this very source. This had to be an illusion. Something of magic she did not know, but would have to face. She had to get to Guy somehow. He was probably being tested to, and who knew what type of hell he would have to face.
The ravens seemed to be feasting on bodies now. Bodies that were not their moments before and she watched with little pity in place. A Raithmorian did not openly show emotions. It was a way of preserving what was their own to the core. Something stirred behind, and she swiftly lifted the twin blades , dancing along with a set of claws that had come from someplace behind.
"You are quick, we have a message for you who know." The voices sang out in unison, taunting, and tugging at her mortal soul that already knew the drink of despair.
"I serve your king no more. I am no longer what I was. " As broken as her emotions felt she would not give into the taste of this, because she knew the game.
"We know, and that is why we take such high interest. You think you are just mortal, mortal, but we know beyond the fold. We must take you to the " The voices chimed in, encircling her like a snake as they swallowed up the environment around. Air suddenly left her lungs, and the last sound heard would be the soft tap of steel against steel as her blades were left where she did stand.
Into the Abyss
The night never ended, the sounds never ceased, and still she had remained in her cell without light for who knew how long. Time was not still, she knew, but it could not be counted in the place she was at. The only worry that came to her was when the rats did not bite her flesh, and when the sounds stopped. They were trying to rip apart her soul, and all she did was sing her battle song. A song that was her own that held no words, but was a rhythm all of it's own. It was her last resort to any strand of sanity.
For a while it was like this, other than being given a bowl of something she could not see to eat, and other needs in the shaded shadows. Once in a while she was asked a question.
"Who are we here? " The same one always asked, and the same question always came.
By now her throat felt raw, and she could not bring herself to answer the question. It was like a slow , painful, way of understanding death. Only death was more swift when it came right.
"No answer to this? Your blood does come, but comes too......." The voices went silent, and she figured they had no use for her still. For the first time in a long time something touched her other than a rat.
Firmly it pulled her up against itself, and she was engulfed by its larger frame. The strength stripped free of spirit made words so painful right now, and she fought anyway, standing more than falling as she tried to figure out what was occurring.
"De'vin..come. " The voice of Guy was heard, and she felt the beat of her soul become invigorated. She wanted to cling to this new sense of hope, but she also was aware that it had to be false. So she did not, instead she pulled back, not having the strength to truly resist as he finally picked her up to carry her. This did not agree with the stubborn woman, and she still reached up to punch the other in the face.
"Dammit woman, quit moving around. " He couldn't see in the darkness much, and was thankful she was not talking at the time. That was the last thing he needed was her ranting at him like that as he was trying to remember the lay out that he memorized.
Despite the odd rivalry between the two, he loved his sister deeply, and as he had hardly escaped his own fate, he could not leave her to this. This was not her doing, this was the king of Myteria's doing, and the legions for trusting in someone to lead them to glory. A glory De'vin often said was stupid, and blinded a lot of good men into being slaves. She was right. Sweet mercy, she was right, and now she was all he held in the dark of darkness.
Into Tomorrow (History)
The scent of decay, and mold was almost overwhelming to the senses. Once in a while he had to pause to avoid throwing up, and he still kept what strength he could on the precious cargo he held. What prices were paid for this outcome? He would not think about that right now, and concentrated upon the layout he had in his mind. What felt like forever would soon end, and the time for change would come.
After hours of moving, he had to stop, and he carefully set his sister down upon the filthy ground. She was so beautiful in this state. Almost angelic like in a temple of hell. Thoughts were disturbed by the sound of first one, then many voices. Whipping his head around he would look upon the massive form of what appeared to be Lothis himself.
It seemed amused. Why was it amused at their plight? He felt he already had the answer, and stood up anyway. His legs shook from fatigue, but he knew De’vin could not defend herself in her state right now. Was she even aware of anything as she seemed to sleep?
“We will not surrender.” His raspy accented voice came, and his emerald colored eyes narrowed. Much like his twin, he was extremely stubborn, and would not back down from his position.
“That is what I find to be rather appealing. You will die, but you do not die. “ Ebon colored wings spread slightly, and the horned demon simply walked forward, its hooves scrapping against the ground as it walked.
“I know my fate, hellspawn.” He wanted to spit, but his mouth was too dry. He wanted to draw a blade, but he had no weapon. This thing probably already knew he had escaped, and stood by watching as he sought out his sibling. It was just a game to the demon, a game to make a spirit stronger so it could eat it in order to gain strength. Well, he had a different plan in mind, and knelt down to scoop his sister back up into his arms.
“Must you be pathetic? Mortals amuse me with this desire. You will not save her any more than she would you. It was more amusing for you to be the hero for a change. Such a pity, she is quite a fine beauty for a disgusting human, and has an inner strength that would make her worthy of being immortal. “ It snapped it’s clawed appendage , and all around would suddenly shift.
The air itself felt thick, and hot. His lungs burned, and he pressed on, taking a step towards where he knew would be the way out. However, he was certain that he could not make it that way. A glance to the environment came, and he saw a few objects around. A gilded throne of many gems which he instantly dismissed, a wooden box, a few bones, and the scent of death with the only air coming out of a massively broken window.
“What game is this? “ He set De’vin down again, feeling his own strength leaving as he had a hard time breathing. It was in this moment that she awakened, stiffly moving as her eyes opened. For the first time in a long time, she could make out a blurr, and in this mist she heard voices interacting.
“Check mate.” The demon replied, and leapt fourth to land a few feet before the two of them. Time moved too quick again, and suddenly they were on a Cliffside, and the demons toothy smile folded upon his leathery lips. “I love the taste of raw emotions..”
He didn’t know what to do, his body protested his want to move at all, his mind screamed insanities, and just as he was gathering thought Lothis moved again. Blasted! He was quick, and Guy could not be fast enough. Perhaps immortals carried a slight advantage, but they were not as smart as they liked to act. Swinging his eyes around he saw that De’vin was not where he had left her. Where had she gone to?
The demon hovered above Guy, breathing heavily as his muscular arm reached out to take the man by the throat. It was in this instant that he would feel something sharp pierce into his back. What was this? No one touched him, because he was better. A scream escaped the demon, and he threw Guy to the ground. A shard of glass was inbedded into his lower back, he could feel the blood gushing, and he already knew who did it. He didn’t have to ask, he didn’t have to wonder, he left himself too open to this woman, and he knew it.
“Oh, she is awake. We are amused.” The clawed hand came up to backhand the flaxen haired woman, but she was quick to avoid it. Something that her brother lacked in. This woman was too fast for a mortal, and as his arm came down another shard of shattered glass was shoved against his side now. He knew she wasn't going to back down either, and he had to be rid of her first.
Words were not found by De’vin, but action was. Even as weak as she was now, she still had a plan in mind. Her spirit was not broken, and she was not as shattered as they wanted her to be.
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The stars never seemed so bright as they did when you finally got a chance to look up into their twinkling mass. It’d been several weeks since the cavalier had been outdoors, and several more since the clouds finally moved enough to make out the exact patterens in the sky she seemed to like to pick out. The spotted masses reflected the past. The girl believed within this past there was future, and present both. Many shied away from such beliefs anymore, but the Wanderer never could lie to herself for the sake of popular belief. It just felt fake, and empty to do so.
As a result, she simply existed in a place that was very much all her own. Everything she once knew was now vanishing. It was as if all that once was, was becoming a past dream that should have never been allowed to thrive. Too much that was held so close within her soul was shunned away by those that once held the very same fabrics within their own spirits. It was strange how people would change with a majority. On the island of Ramus too many things were changing, and the girl simply had not found a way to change with it. For over two thousand years her family's first born had served as Cavaliers, and this too was now destroyed as she chose her own destiny. Somehow all of this change did not feel right. She felt she could not, and would not erase the past for the future no matter how many times her own father would tell her that one had to shift within the flight of change, not fight it.
This cavalier did have a name, and did have a life. A life that included a brother, a father, once a grandmother, once a mother, and now it’s legion. She was not just a grain of sand floating on the air itself, the younge woman, like her father, had grown with a strong sense of duty. This girl was named De'vin De’Annah Sharmantious
Never once did De'vin really feel grounded to her orders given, or the life she was born to without even knowing it. Instead, she felt she wanted to venture out, and even if she couldn’t express such wants without losing honor, it was something that the cavalier felt was somehow important. Though, a lot of such feelings had came when her Grandmother, Argilina Tra’Lamart, had started to teach her the old ways of the people of Ramus.
Argilina Tra’Lamart was the type of woman that often made men stare. This wasn’t due to her looks, because she certain lacked what beauty some women carried. This odd staring came from the very words that would flow out of her mouth, and the very fact that she owned her own ship. Often, De'vin’s father, Karrin Drrak Sharmantious would quarrel with the old woman on how she should behave, but the woman never changed. Instead, she taught De'vin to always uphold the old ways of life, because they were apart of her. In the past there was always a future, in the the future there had to be your past. The woman, to De'vin, was fascinating, and educational. She spoke unlike anyone De'vin had ever met in all of her life, and often it was of other lands she had traveled to. This was exactly why her father didn’t get along with the woman.
For Karrin such talk was distasteful, because he would never leave the island of Ramus, and did not expect any of his family to. Ever. He believed they were all bound to the same cause, and even though he had a daughter as first born he would face his decision to have let her live on his own. The first born always took the same job position as the father, and deep within his heart he wanted to spare the girl from ever having to go through half of what he knew she would. It was still a constant battle that he would never admit to losing. That was his sacrifice for his family, for his beloved Dyn Tra’Lamart, and for himself. He loved his daughter, and he could not do what most would have. The man was set in his ways, and went deathly silent after Dyn had vanished.
Of course, De'vin had little memory of her mother, but she could understand the want to be silent in place of pain. De'vin herself felt that way since her grandmother passed away, and could not seem to find anything to fill the empty space she now felt was thumping within her breast. All she could feel was pain all around her, and it seemed this war against Myteria was making it all that much harder to contain. Every day she had to stare into another river of blood flowing down into a once clean land of untouched snow. On Ramus, it snowed more times during the year than not, and some called it a curse, but De'vin adored it. The snow just seemed to reflect most of her mood. Cold, and untouched.
Flaxen strands, braided in a fishtail in accordance to Raithmorian fashion, were held back by a simple tie of leather. Her breeches were just as plain as the woman herself appeared to be. Though, most mistook her for a boy among men, the woman had learned long ago to hold her own ground, and the less like a woman she looked the better off everyone would be. If she had not learned that then she would not be here, sitting as she was upon a dapple mare looking at the sky. If there was one thing she had learned it was that when the Myterians started to come, the people started to change, and the men often thought they were better than anyone else. Of course, so did the women, but the women often would nod just to please their men. Like a bunch of trained mutts. The whole concept sickened De'vin, but she was a Raithmorian as all of Ramus were. It was hard to break it all in when she just didn’t feel it was the way it was for her.
Snapping out of her dazed state, the cavalier looked at an approaching rider, and squinted out the form of a familiar male. His dapple mare matched her own, and his mannerism was just as arrogant as any other of the legion De'vin had seen. Yet, Guy Marin Sharmantious, carried his sword a little too proud for De'vin’s taste. Of course, this was her younger brother by about an hour since they were twins, and they had their own strange relationship which made little sense to anyone living.
“Everything okay, or did you get your head stuck up your arse again? “ Guy’s voice rolled with the rich accent all Raithmorians carried as he spoke. Never once did he let up his grip on the thick leather reins he held, and never once did he look away from the crimson snow beneath the hooves of the musclar steed he rode.
“It’s warm up my arse tonight.” De'vin sarcastically replied as she reeled her horse a bit further away from his. It was not that she did not like her brother, it was simply that she knew him too well. Being too close often meant you got a backhand, and gave one back. She was just not in the mood for it tonight.
“I can image.” Cutting her a glance, he looked over the hills that laid before them. He had no idea how long it would be before the commanding officer came riding up, but he did not want to look as if he was not making an effort to clean this mess up. "Why are you just sitting here? You're behind again."
"Never can be ahead." A hand gesture was given around as De'vin casually dismounted from her horse. It was time to work, and at least that would distract her from her other troublesome thoughts. Her silence didn't seem to discourage Guy from ranting at her like the overbearing ox she often called him. The words just didn't sink in after so long, and every so often she would nod as if she really were listening. He was worse than talking to women at times. It was a horrid comparison, but she found most girls annoying. Sadly, he was seeming to take on a femine bore in his lectures. The thought made her lips twitch as she held back her amusement.
"Am I clear now?" Guy's voice firmly spoke as he reeled his horse in closer, and looked down his nose directly at her. She had no idea what he even said, and so she nodded. "Good. Carry on, Carry on."
A twinkle filled De'vin's hazel eyes as she watched him go. That poor boy had so much to learn, and she hoped that he would snap out of himself enough to realize what was right in front of his own two eyes.
Home's a Trickery (History Section Two~shortened, and revised)
A reminder of time fell upon the wind, drifting down to kiss the soils of the sand beneath her feet. Just how long had it been since she was last back in her home city? How much did her body ache to truly see an ounce of what she knew she deeply loved? It was hard not to rush as she felt the beat of her heart upraise, and upon reaching the steps of the manner she found herself moving at an almost full run.
Run, run she would, but the silence of the area around already indicated that something was wrong. Where were all of the people? Just as she thought on this a sound was heard, and attention turned to the iron gates that had come down. A frown turned for a moment before the vision of ravens came. Thousands of them rained down from the heavens above, and she dived behind shelter to avoid their hunger. What was going on? She did not know, but she would not fall under this in her own home.
"What's it going to be, Lothis? " She knew the name of the demon that had been unleashed by the Myterian King. This king who had taken over Ramus, her home, and made it into what it was now. The one who had promised the stupid believers freedom, but this freedom came with chains. Chains they had seen too late, and chains that no Raithmorian in their right mind would want to wear. Myterian she was not, but Raithmorian she was. Out came the blades, singing their songs to the mercy of an invisible god who would not come. This was her stand to make.
Coming from behind a wall, hazel eyes would peer out to see the ground was all of crimson color. In her heart she knew her family was gone, but this did not seem to drive her anger as much as being so stupidly blind to this trap. She had been so trusting of the legion, too trusting, and they destroyed her. Anger built up it's shield, and she often used this as strength against this very source. This had to be an illusion. Something of magic she did not know, but would have to face. She had to get to Guy somehow. He was probably being tested to, and who knew what type of hell he would have to face.
The ravens seemed to be feasting on bodies now. Bodies that were not their moments before and she watched with little pity in place. A Raithmorian did not openly show emotions. It was a way of preserving what was their own to the core. Something stirred behind, and she swiftly lifted the twin blades , dancing along with a set of claws that had come from someplace behind.
"You are quick, we have a message for you who know." The voices sang out in unison, taunting, and tugging at her mortal soul that already knew the drink of despair.
"I serve your king no more. I am no longer what I was. " As broken as her emotions felt she would not give into the taste of this, because she knew the game.
"We know, and that is why we take such high interest. You think you are just mortal, mortal, but we know beyond the fold. We must take you to the " The voices chimed in, encircling her like a snake as they swallowed up the environment around. Air suddenly left her lungs, and the last sound heard would be the soft tap of steel against steel as her blades were left where she did stand.
Into the Abyss
The night never ended, the sounds never ceased, and still she had remained in her cell without light for who knew how long. Time was not still, she knew, but it could not be counted in the place she was at. The only worry that came to her was when the rats did not bite her flesh, and when the sounds stopped. They were trying to rip apart her soul, and all she did was sing her battle song. A song that was her own that held no words, but was a rhythm all of it's own. It was her last resort to any strand of sanity.
For a while it was like this, other than being given a bowl of something she could not see to eat, and other needs in the shaded shadows. Once in a while she was asked a question.
"Who are we here? " The same one always asked, and the same question always came.
By now her throat felt raw, and she could not bring herself to answer the question. It was like a slow , painful, way of understanding death. Only death was more swift when it came right.
"No answer to this? Your blood does come, but comes too......." The voices went silent, and she figured they had no use for her still. For the first time in a long time something touched her other than a rat.
Firmly it pulled her up against itself, and she was engulfed by its larger frame. The strength stripped free of spirit made words so painful right now, and she fought anyway, standing more than falling as she tried to figure out what was occurring.
"De'vin..come. " The voice of Guy was heard, and she felt the beat of her soul become invigorated. She wanted to cling to this new sense of hope, but she also was aware that it had to be false. So she did not, instead she pulled back, not having the strength to truly resist as he finally picked her up to carry her. This did not agree with the stubborn woman, and she still reached up to punch the other in the face.
"Dammit woman, quit moving around. " He couldn't see in the darkness much, and was thankful she was not talking at the time. That was the last thing he needed was her ranting at him like that as he was trying to remember the lay out that he memorized.
Despite the odd rivalry between the two, he loved his sister deeply, and as he had hardly escaped his own fate, he could not leave her to this. This was not her doing, this was the king of Myteria's doing, and the legions for trusting in someone to lead them to glory. A glory De'vin often said was stupid, and blinded a lot of good men into being slaves. She was right. Sweet mercy, she was right, and now she was all he held in the dark of darkness.
Into Tomorrow (History)
The scent of decay, and mold was almost overwhelming to the senses. Once in a while he had to pause to avoid throwing up, and he still kept what strength he could on the precious cargo he held. What prices were paid for this outcome? He would not think about that right now, and concentrated upon the layout he had in his mind. What felt like forever would soon end, and the time for change would come.
After hours of moving, he had to stop, and he carefully set his sister down upon the filthy ground. She was so beautiful in this state. Almost angelic like in a temple of hell. Thoughts were disturbed by the sound of first one, then many voices. Whipping his head around he would look upon the massive form of what appeared to be Lothis himself.
It seemed amused. Why was it amused at their plight? He felt he already had the answer, and stood up anyway. His legs shook from fatigue, but he knew De’vin could not defend herself in her state right now. Was she even aware of anything as she seemed to sleep?
“We will not surrender.” His raspy accented voice came, and his emerald colored eyes narrowed. Much like his twin, he was extremely stubborn, and would not back down from his position.
“That is what I find to be rather appealing. You will die, but you do not die. “ Ebon colored wings spread slightly, and the horned demon simply walked forward, its hooves scrapping against the ground as it walked.
“I know my fate, hellspawn.” He wanted to spit, but his mouth was too dry. He wanted to draw a blade, but he had no weapon. This thing probably already knew he had escaped, and stood by watching as he sought out his sibling. It was just a game to the demon, a game to make a spirit stronger so it could eat it in order to gain strength. Well, he had a different plan in mind, and knelt down to scoop his sister back up into his arms.
“Must you be pathetic? Mortals amuse me with this desire. You will not save her any more than she would you. It was more amusing for you to be the hero for a change. Such a pity, she is quite a fine beauty for a disgusting human, and has an inner strength that would make her worthy of being immortal. “ It snapped it’s clawed appendage , and all around would suddenly shift.
The air itself felt thick, and hot. His lungs burned, and he pressed on, taking a step towards where he knew would be the way out. However, he was certain that he could not make it that way. A glance to the environment came, and he saw a few objects around. A gilded throne of many gems which he instantly dismissed, a wooden box, a few bones, and the scent of death with the only air coming out of a massively broken window.
“What game is this? “ He set De’vin down again, feeling his own strength leaving as he had a hard time breathing. It was in this moment that she awakened, stiffly moving as her eyes opened. For the first time in a long time, she could make out a blurr, and in this mist she heard voices interacting.
“Check mate.” The demon replied, and leapt fourth to land a few feet before the two of them. Time moved too quick again, and suddenly they were on a Cliffside, and the demons toothy smile folded upon his leathery lips. “I love the taste of raw emotions..”
He didn’t know what to do, his body protested his want to move at all, his mind screamed insanities, and just as he was gathering thought Lothis moved again. Blasted! He was quick, and Guy could not be fast enough. Perhaps immortals carried a slight advantage, but they were not as smart as they liked to act. Swinging his eyes around he saw that De’vin was not where he had left her. Where had she gone to?
The demon hovered above Guy, breathing heavily as his muscular arm reached out to take the man by the throat. It was in this instant that he would feel something sharp pierce into his back. What was this? No one touched him, because he was better. A scream escaped the demon, and he threw Guy to the ground. A shard of glass was inbedded into his lower back, he could feel the blood gushing, and he already knew who did it. He didn’t have to ask, he didn’t have to wonder, he left himself too open to this woman, and he knew it.
“Oh, she is awake. We are amused.” The clawed hand came up to backhand the flaxen haired woman, but she was quick to avoid it. Something that her brother lacked in. This woman was too fast for a mortal, and as his arm came down another shard of shattered glass was shoved against his side now. He knew she wasn't going to back down either, and he had to be rid of her first.
Words were not found by De’vin, but action was. Even as weak as she was now, she still had a plan in mind. Her spirit was not broken, and she was not as shattered as they wanted her to be.
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