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Post by Despair on Apr 22, 2010 17:06:13 GMT -5
"Remember my monthly "bleeding"? It's different from other girls. It can hardly even be considered uncomfortable, but that's when my powers are at their most uncontrollable. This place is cloaked in death and darkness. I'll be seeing ghouls left and right; everywhere I go. In my dreams, in the halls, even in here. Even if we weren't in here, the spirits will be more angry and more gruesome, the fact that we are in this place just means it'll be worse and there will be more."
Charon frowned, pondering this bit of information. He had forgotten to take her necromancy into account, and clearly she would suffer for it if he didn't do something.
"Help me! Make him go away! Make him go away!" The memory of a girl's voice--Namine's--flashed through his mind. The day that Orpheus had met her. The day that all three of them had, back when Charon was still within that human's mind. Something stood out in the memory. Holding her...the ghoul...being let out...Aha! Liora's angelic aura had admitted some sort of light that had sent the ghoul back. If there was any way to master that...
Ah, but Liora wasn't free. And the last time he needed someone seperated--aka, himself-- had required quite a bit of effort...and Lamya. Out of the question.
"You have to know better than that." Speaking of questions, she was answering one of his. Charon snapped back to attention, unconsciously spreading his wings around her as if in an absent-minded attempt to protect her from the ghouls she spoke of, and also to remind himself that he was, indeed, free of the confines of Orpheus' consciousness.
"Maybe it's because you're a demon, but this place is...it's horrible. Can't you not feel the death everywhere? The darkness in this place, except in here, is like smog, it's smothering me. I can practically see it," she murmured.
Charon pulled his wings more tightly around her, noting that her headache should have been getting better at this point. His chin rested lightly on her shoulder, his breath whispering against her neck. Absently, his fingers began to stroke her stomach lightly.
"I know what I'm training for...the whole Necromancer bit, but what is Orpheus learning?"
The demon-prince rolled his eyes, amused.
[glow=red,2,300]"You have more questions than leaves on a tree. Give me a moment to answer them. Yes, I have noticed the aura of death around this fortress, and it is much stronger than the rest of the world, I suppose. I was pondering how best to alleviate that strain from you. I seem to recall that having Orpheus--and therefore Liora--near you when we first met seemed to push the...ghoul back. I could attempt to find another angelic-based being about and ask him or her to assist you."[/glow]
He paused a moment, taking a breath and letting her think about it before going on.
[glow=red,2,300]"Furthermore, I don't know all the details of the moron's training. Such things are of little consequence to me. I believe it's something about fighting, but your guess is as good as mine."[/glow]
The fingers of one of his hands lightly traced the skin of her thigh, completely unknowing of their movements. The other continued to lightly touch her stomach, pressing down and then loosely running in circles with his fingertips.
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Post by {K}itsune on Apr 22, 2010 20:10:22 GMT -5
Namine's eyes softened as she noted Charon's frown. Obviously he hadn't considered what this place would be like for a girl of her..."talents". Sure, he'd weighed the pro's and con's of bringing a human girl into this place, he seemed to have forgotten that she wasn't just human, however, despite the fact that she was here to train for that very reason. Her words seemed to have bothered him, on some level, and for that she felt highly appreciative. It was good to know that he, being a demon and far more powerful, understood.
As she continued to babble on, Charon seemed drawn into himself, pondering her words perhaps, or maybe he was just tired of listening to her. It could be either one, she knew, but she hoped it wasn't the later. She had never thought herself as talkative, but compared to Charon, it appeared like she was. Before she'd met the trio, she'd been as quiet as could be. Her screaming for help, talking with them, that was all very unexpected, at least on her side. Nothing had ever been the same in her life after the experiments started...and after Aaron. The memories of him weren't nearly as painful now because the full magnitude of her agony came mostly from the thought that she had loved him, and now she knew that she had been highly mistaken. She'd loved him as a young girl could love, with the extent of her wisedom and power, but it could and would never be like the true thing. Perhaps it was only so much better now because she wasn't in love with a human; maybe a human relationship never had the capacity to know true love, it was possible.
As the girl answered one of Charon's questions, he seemed to pull himself back from his musings, his wings snapping loudly in the room as the seemed to slightly wrap around her, creating a blanket of shade and comfort. Charon seemed to be losing himself, he wasn't focused, he wasn't in full control of her body, and that made Namine very curious. Why was he acting this way? Continuing yet again, her eyes widened for but a moment as his wings tightened more firmly around her, protecting her from the dangers of the outside world.
As if on cue, the pressure in her head began to abate, and while every few minutes it would return with sickening force, it was slowly loosening its grip. It was like heaven. To have her head back to herself, made her entire body relax, it was nice not to feel like her head was being squished under someone's heel. Running her hand slowly over her eyes and banishing the hair from her face, Namine slowly blinked them open to their natural width, the light suddenly a bit more bareable. Even with the return of her senses, the darkness encompassing Charon still appealed to her tortured body greatly, whether it was because of the way it had soothed her pain just moments before, or because of the man it belonged to, she did not know.
Turning her head slighly, so that it was gently pressed against his cheek as he rested his head on her shoulder, and his breath carressed her neck sending chills down her spine. The demon still didn't seem to realize how the simplest move he made affected her so very much. Suddenly his fingers began to trace light patterns across her stomach, causing Namine to bite down lightly on her lower lip in an effort to keep it from driving her crazy.
As Charon began speaking, Namine could hear the pent up amusement behind his words. Apparently he found her insistant talking enjoyable, instead of completely annoying. Good to know. "You have more questions than leaves on a tree. Give me a moment to answer them. Yes, I have noticed the aura of death around this fortress, and it is much stronger than the rest of the world, I suppose. I was pondering how best to alleviate that strain from you. I seem to recall that having Orpheus--and therefore Liora--near you when we first met seemed to push the...ghoul back. I could attempt to find another angelic-based being about and ask him or her to assist you."
Namine pursed her lips, knowing he wasn't done.
"Furthermore, I don't know all the details of the moron's training. Such things are of little consequence to me. I believe it's something about fighting, but your guess is as good as mine."
Namine smiled slightly. "Well, good. I'm glad you've noticed how dark this place is, she chuckled, smirking ever so slightly, having fun being a little bit playful. "As for finding an "angelic-based being", what makes you think an angel would ever want to step foot in this place? Or even twenty miles from here? I'm pretty sure if an angel came here, one, they wouldn't be very angelic at all, and two, if they were angelic, they'd be eaten alive by the demons out there," she said as she nodded toward the door leading out into the hallway.
As she finished speaking, Namine suddenly became hyper aware of what Charon's hands were doing to her body. One was placed delicately upon her thigh, tracing invisible patterns into her sensative skin, while the other was attending to her stomach, making her feel good in all the right - wrong? - places. Namine's eyes closed and she barely bit back a moan as he continued, completely unaware. Either his body was completely disobeying him, or he was the master of the poker face. Somehow she couldn't see it being the later.
Slowly, Namine's head fell back causing her hair to tumble down over his shoulder in a ripple of silk and presenting him with her soft, perfect neck. It was completely unplanned of course, it wasn't like she was expecting to be turned on by a demon right after havig the worst headache of her life and "complaining" about her period. This was definitely the farthest thought from her mind - okay, maybe not that far - when she had begun.
Her hand suddenly shot out to overlap his hand on her thigh, as her eyes opened, slightly hazed over, to meet his. "Charon, I'm seriously about to jump you, and I don't even think you know what you're doing. You best stop, if you wish me to retain a semblance of my sanity." she chuckled, her voice just now begin to show it's breathlessness. His actions were driving her insane, how could he not know that?
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Post by Despair on Apr 22, 2010 20:25:15 GMT -5
"As for finding an "angelic-based being", what makes you think an angel would ever want to step foot in this place? Or even twenty miles from here? I'm pretty sure if an angel came here, one, they wouldn't be very angelic at all, and two, if they were angelic, they'd be eaten alive by the demons out there,"
Charon sighed softly. "You're right, to an extent. The others would be rather...drawn to any angelic being. However, there's one in the fortress right now, protected by the thickest skull humankind has ever seen." he rolled his eyes, then paused.
Orpheus was blind without both of his egos, but as far as he could tell, his own absence had done nothing to affect the boy. Orpheus had even retained his demon wing, thought his power had lowered significantly. Why wasn't he totally blind?
And it would take more than Orpheus, hence Liora, to keep the ghouls of this fortress away. He would have to find someone who could help them...someone other than Lamya. Maybe a normal angelic being wouldn't step foot in, but some sort of heaven-blessed creature...one of those unicorns? They were very much real. But stupid, at times. And no maiden that had been around him was "innocent" enough to lure one in.
A demi-god? They were rare, but it was possible. He would have to see.
So deeply immersed in thought was he that Nami's next words flew right over his head. He was vaguely aware of her head, which was pressed back against his shoulder, exposing the fair skin of her throat, and absently his lips brushed it as he breathed.
"Charon, I'm seriously about to jump you, and I don't even think you know what you're doing. You best stop, if you wish me to retain a semblance of my sanity."
Her voice was very far away and at the back of his mind at the moment, so a noncomital "mmm" answered her. His hand slowly slid up her side.
Abruptly, he realized that she had spoken, and he turned his head to look at her blankly. In a voice that was much huskier than intended but with complete innocence to how this would be taken, right against her ear, he murmured, "Enough speaking, Namine..."
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Post by Despair on Apr 25, 2010 15:35:56 GMT -5
***Time Skip for Adult Content***
Charon looked down at the silent form beside him, radiating waves of body heat. She looked so serene...so happy. And he was about to ruin that.
Because he had realized something; Namine was in danger. As long as she was here, not only were demons going to hunt her, but ghouls would drive her to the brink of insanity. There was no "if"...only "will".
And he had to leave her now if he was going to save her from this. She would hate him. She would wonder why he had left her. She would be hurt. But he had to.
And, for some reason, it was weighing on his conscience. Leaving a woman after a night of passion had never bothered him before, but now, he had the strongest urge to stay.
Charon sighed, watching Namine for just a moment more, and then got up silently so as not to disturb her or the blissfully-unaware half-human in the next room over.. He would be gone by the time she woke.
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Orpheus groaned, dragging himself out of bed. The training had been impossibly difficult, and strenuous on his poor body. He slowly plodded into the kitchen, grabbing a some juice and drinking it straight from the carton. His hair was touseled and his chest bare, but he didn't care. He was so. Tired.
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Post by {K}itsune on Apr 25, 2010 18:24:51 GMT -5
As awareness slowly flooded into the Necromancer's body, memories of the previous evening events rushed back into Namine's head. Before any feelings of guild or disgust...or any other dangerous emotions, could reach her conscious, Namine found herself smiling. Rolling over, with her eyes still blissfully closed, her hand soared through the air, intending to have it land on Charon's chest gently. Instead of being stopped by his strong chest, however, her hand slipped through nothingness and smacked with a light, foreboding sound on the sheets. Sitting up quickly, her legs pulling to her chest, she looked to his side of the bed, her heart dropping in her stomach as her eyes widened with horror.
He was gone. Charon was gone. She had given herself to him, and now..after commiting the deepest form of betrayal, he had left without a word. He had used her. Now that he had what he wanted, the satisfaction of having bedded his previous master's love, he was gone, having disappeared in thin-air. Namine felt a multitude of emotions at once. First she felt anger, but horror and sadness took over everything else, and her body collapsed inward as her heart ripped into pieces.
Her hair fell over her eyes as Namine's shoulders began to shake slowly, the sobs slowly bringing tears to her eyes. Namine would have thought about drowning in her sorrow if she didn't feel something that was of more importance for the moment. Her period had started. Instantly, Namine pulled herself from depression, and her attention sharped to a fine point as she scanned the room. Pulling on some clothes, she took care of her very light problem before pulling her hair away from her face in a pony-tail. She looked fierce. Her emotions would be channeled into this, no doubt. This had to be more important. Charon obviously had no interest in her, that much was clear, so she had to put all that behind her. In the other room was a man who loved her more than air, and while she would never be completely happy with him again, or worthy, she would need his love.
Stepping from the room she had shared sinfully, she looked like a goddess prepared for war. "This place is going to get very crowded over the next few days, Orpheus. The ghosts will be flocking to my presence. I think I'll be fine for now, but please just don't let them hurt you." she said softly as she saw her half-naked ex-love. She'd hurt him enough already, even if he didn't know it. She cared for him, and she did still love him, it just dulled in comparison to her feelings for Charon however - feelings that she had to forget about.
"I'm going to meet with Nihilit to see if he can help me learn to ward them off. Just rest." she said, walking over him to kiss his lips gently. It resulted in a deeply painful pang in her chest. Apparently she would be in agony everytime she was with him now, that must be punishment. She could never be truly happy again. Smiling ever so slightly, in a tired way, she walked away from him then, slipping out the door. Once she was out, she practically ran down the hallway until she ran to where Nihilit's dark energy radiated. Stopping outside his door she looked to a demoness who was obviously Nihilit's "secretary". "May I?" she questioned, jerking her head at the door. The demoness nodded, bored. Knocking quietly she waited with her head bowed. "Nihilit, my bleeding started. The ghouls will be everywhere. Are you available for a training session? Would you be willing?" she questioned, her voice soft, respectful. What did she care if he hurt her anymore? She was dead already, at least that's what her heart kept telling her. She hadn't realized how much she cared for Charon...it had been instanteous, there was nothing she could do, and he hadn't even cared. Namine had thought that the kiss they had shared two nights ago had meant something to him, it looked like she was wrong.
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Post by Despair on Apr 25, 2010 18:40:24 GMT -5
"This place is going to get very crowded over the next few days, Orpheus. The ghosts will be flocking to my presence. I think I'll be fine for now, but please just don't let them hurt you."
"Whaaa...?" Orpheus slurred blankly, looking at her with tired eyes. "Isn't Charon supposed to go with y--"
But she was already gone, taken off through the fortress. He blinked once, then again, and shook his head. Someone was hyper. It was too early for him to even consider that type of energy without at least three cups of coffee and a shower.
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[glow=blue,2,300] "Obscurum est ortus." [/glow]
Nihilit's voice echoed within the stone walls of the room that Namine had entered. Steam rolled around him, through which little flickers of what looked like some sort of purple-black electricity leaped from cloud to cloud of the fog with an audible hissing sound.
The room was terrifying, in a way. Skulls of all kinds lined the top of the cabinets above the counter, on which sat all sorts of containers filled with deadly liquids. A raven, seemingly petrified by something along the lines of a basilisk's gaze--the same concept, such as Meduesa--was perched on the top of the dark, cloth-covered window.
Nihilit himself was turned away, but his words were directed at her. His dark cape seemed to float around him, as if he were underwater. The focus of his piercing gaze was on something before him; a mirror, perhaps thousands of years old. Tarnished silver and a flickering surface even when nothing was before it gave it a decidedly eerie aura.
[glow=blue,2,300]"You sense it as well."[/glow]
His words were not a question, and he slowly turned his head to look at her.
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Post by {K}itsune on Apr 25, 2010 19:18:13 GMT -5
"Obscurum est ortus.
Namine was no wizard with languages, but she could understand the meaning of his words well enough.
"You sense it as well."
He could say that. The darkness was pressing in around her, making her breathing labored and highly noticable. Her chest practically heaved with the effort of pulling in enough air to remain conscious. It was more terrifying that she would have expected, the inability to drag in a breath. While the pain she felt in her chest was deep and she truly did not care anymore about pain, or her well-being, Namine wanted air. She knew that with a clarity that almost burned her. She did not want to stop breathing. If someone wished to kill her, they could do it quick and she might even smile as they gave her the gift of peaceful oblivion, but the slow experience of suffocating was too much for the girl.
Forcing her lungs to cooperate, she sucked in air through her nose, relishing in it as it swirled through her body, bringing life to her limbs. "Yes, Nihilit, I sense it. Is it because of my bleeding, or is it something else?" she murmured, curiously. One day her many questions would get her in trouble, and based on her recent luck, she wouldn't be surprised if it finally trickled out today.
Her eyes met his respectfully as he turned around, but with a sort of defiant air. Perhaps he would be able to smell Charon on her and he would kill her now. That was fine with her. Still, the defiance was more toward her uncontrollable emotions than him. It wasn't meant as disrespectful.
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Post by Despair on Apr 26, 2010 14:04:35 GMT -5
"Yes, Nihilit, I sense it. Is it because of my bleeding, or is it something else?"
The demon looked at her for a long moment in silence. His gaze was hollow and cold; the gaze of the undead. He seemed to ponder her for some time before choosing to respond--or rather, not to. He turned away, his cloak flowing smoothly through the air as he poured the contents of one vial into another. A hissing noice was audible as the liquids touched and mixed.
His mind, advanced as it was, already had unlocked the mysteries of the world, from the essence of reality and dark matter to the very formation of the universe. He had no time to concern himself with the goings-on of a human girl, no matter how powerful she may be.
However, he had a debt to pay to Charon. Well, not so much a debt as a favor. Charon would owe him greatly for this inconvenience.
[glow=blue,2,300]"Why are you here, human girl?"[/glow]
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Post by {K}itsune on Apr 26, 2010 14:21:35 GMT -5
Nihilit's gaze held hers for what felt like hours, and as his stare and the pressing darkness around her began to mix, Namine felt her head getting light. Despite the almost complete blackness of the room, her vision was beginning to go white at the edges. This of course could hardly be taken as good, saying as it was usually the tell-tale signs of a person about to lose consciousness. Just as Namine felt her legs giving out with lack of oxygen, Nihilit's freezing gaze released her.
Watching his movements as her chest heaved to the pace of her unsteady breathing, namine tried to hide her curiousity. Surprisingly it looked as if she was bored out of her mind. Her poker face seemed to be developing. Either he was completely ignoring her, he was mixing something for her, or he was making a poison to give to her. None of the options particularly thrilled her. As she thought about it, Namine didn't even know why she was hear. She didn't care anymore about living - the emotions were too sharp, her heart to easy to break - so why would she care that thousands of corpses and ghouls were soon to be chasing after her, desiring her flesh? Maybe it was just the principle of the thing; they were rather disgusting.
"Why are you here, human girl?"
Namine pursed her lips, unsure exactly what he was asking. "Well, if you are asking why I am in this Palace, I do not know, Charon brough myself and Orpheus here while we were injured, not telling us why. If you mean here, in your room, then I am here because if there is any way to keep even a few of the spirits away from me for the next few days I would like to know what it is, and if I might learn the secret. Of course, if you do not wish to help me, or I am simply incapable of learning such a thing, I will leave you in peace." she said softly.
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Post by Despair on Apr 26, 2010 16:08:01 GMT -5
"Well, if you are asking why I am in this Palace, I do not know, Charon brough myself and Orpheus here while we were injured, not telling us why. If you mean here, in your room, then I am here because if there is any way to keep even a few of the spirits away from me for the next few days I would like to know what it is, and if I might learn the secret. Of course, if you do not wish to help me, or I am simply incapable of learning such a thing, I will leave you in peace."
Nihilit shook his head at her foolishness, not deigning to answer. Instead, he motioned for her to take up one of the many utensils and stir a small cauldren-type-thing that was beginning to overflow. The potion inside looked decidedly rank, and he noted her hesitation. His eyes narrowed. If she was going to refuse to make herself useful, he'd have no part of her.
She waited longer, and the potion boiled over. With a hiss of frustration, Nihilit whirled around, his talon-like nails scratching the skin of her hand as he tore the long stirring rod from it and proceeded to cease the flooding himself.
[glow=blue,2,300]"Get out, girl. I have no need for a useless waste of time and space in my quarters."[/glow]
He snarled.
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Post by {K}itsune on Apr 26, 2010 17:25:24 GMT -5
When Nihilit shoved a long, wooden stirring rod in her hand, Namine made no motion to step forward to help him. The next thing she knew, she felt a terrible ripping sensation as his nails tore through her flesh, removing the utensil from her clutches.
"Get out, girl. I have no need for a useless waste of time and space in my quarters."
It seemed that Namine could do no right in this place. She had not purposefully meant to be no help, her mind had just betrayed her, having wandered off onto different matters when it seemed like Nihilit wouldn't bother to answer her. As the urgency of her need for protection wore of, the deep mind-numbing depression returned, and it was like every part of her shut down. The tearing in her hand was the only thing that had broken through to her.
Without a sound, Namine turned and swept through his door, not bothering to answer. She was worthless in his eyes, that much was clear, and nothing she said could ever change that. She was simply a human who shouldn't have been given power and should be put down with the rest of the vermin. Cradling her hand against her chest, Namine stared blankly down at the floor outside his room, ignoring the gesturing demoness who wanted her to leave. Finally after a moment had passed Namine left the corridor.
It was only halfway back to her room that another shock pulled her back from her pain. As she rounded a corner in the hall, her eyes landed on a piece of reflective material. Instead of seeing a reflection of large, saddened brown eyes like she expected, Namine was treated to a view of large, glowing pink eyes with intricate tattooes swirling down from her lower lashes. Her powers were in use. Turning to look over her shoulder, Namine found herself staring at a total of nearly fifty ghosts and corpses attempting to crawl over one another to get to her. They were staring hungrily at the blood dripping from her hand. As one they surged onto her, overtaking her in the hallway, denying her even the opportunity to scream.
The smell of rot and decay clogged her airways, making it impossible to breath as ghostly hands and slimy bits of flesh touched her; the spirits shoving at one another to get in reach of her hand, a few actually managing to lick its essense straight from the wound, causing Namine to shiver in horror. It was only day one of her period, meaning this was only the beginning. Oh gods, how was she ever going to survive?
Ignoring the blood completely, Namine threw her arms over her head and curled up on the ground, crying silently as they groped and prodded at her body. They could feel the life radiating from her, they thought she could help them, and that if not they could just steal her own skin to replace what they had lost. In pure terror, Namine's wings ripped from her back, eliciting a soft moan, in a surge of power knocking the apparations and walking dead a few feet back, giving Namine a chance to break free and fly through the halls until she reached the door. Slapping her face firmly, she dismissed her tears, returned her wings to their tattooes, and wiped off the smell of decay from her body. Slipping into the room she headed straight for the bathroom, wishing to rinse away what could never be removed with water.
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Weeks passed and the close of one period gave way to the near arrival of her second. Not one day passed when the pain in her chest didn't grip her heart and leave her nearly immobile in silent, uncomprehensible agony. If Orpheus noticed, which he must, he didn't show any suspicions or any understanding as to why she was hurting so deeply. By now the novelty of the multitude of undead in this place had worn off, but each time they appeared, Namine felt fresh terror. Why had they come to this place? Why were they still here? Nihilit refused to see her. What good was this place anymore? If Orpheus still needed to train, couldn't she just return to her house on the edge of the city and wait for him - for no one else would come - there? She'd rather risk her parents finding her than stay another second in this place. Her nerves were so fried that she felt half crazy at times.
The nightmares were worse as well, partially do to the fact that her experiences in this place were decreasing in pleasantness too. The demon from before, the one who had shown a sick interest in her there first night here, had come back a week ago, and just a couple days ago while Orpheus had been away he had dragged her from their chambers and raped her in some corner of the Palace.
Her body was obviously full of wrong, horrible choices, it had thought Charon had cared - maybe even loved - her after all, and that had been the biggest false of them all. Why should she bother to protect it now? She hardly heard anything going on as she remembered the day she met Orpheus, as well as the day she had first met Charon. Namine could see now how great a difference there was in the two men, while that day she had been blind. The thought of someone - anyone - caring for her had made her ignorant of the simple perfection that Charon was. She no longer had that privilage.
Hours, or maybe only minutes later, he finished, and Namine left without a word, entering her chambers to bath, scrubbing her skin until it was bright red and very raw. Filling the bath with rose water she took to soaking, letting the sweet smelling liquid heal her wounds and dissolve the smell of the demon from her skin. Why should now be any different than her early life? She'd just add rape to the great selection of other abuse done to her in this lifetime.
She really shouldn't have been so depressed, but the combination of her fried nerves, the pore clogging darkness, the suffocating smell of death, and her torn up heart had great consequences on the human girl.
Now, a few days after the event in the hallway, enough time had passed for Namine to almost be able to forget that she had been raped, and to mark the arrival of her second period, Nihilit ordered her presence in his chambers. To say that Namine was surprised would be...well an overstatement, actually. The Necromancing female found it hard to conjure any emotion but a numb, distant sadness. Every once in a while she found that she could smile weakly for Orpheus, but the full range of human emotion seemed blotted out, like her heart's pain was eclipsing it. Arriving at his room, Namine knocked and then waited, her face blank for him to answer the door.
Had Charon only brought her to this place to torture her? In the beginning it had seemed like he had wanted to help...but there was just so much, so much pain. Inside and out. Her emotional pain was so much greater, that the physical was practically unnoticable. Namine had cuts - some deep some shallow - on different parts of her body from ghoul attacks; very, very light bruises on her neck from where the demon had choked her...during (although those might just be her imagination); a long, deep cut that still bled on her right cheek from the demon's claws; a few similiar, yet darker bruises from the strong grip of the undead; a dark, purplish bruise that wrapped all the way around her right ankle where a corpses had latched on, almost managing to break something; and a shadow of a bruise on her stomach where another ghoul had punched her. That particular injury happened on her first period, making it almost invisible now. She was a mess, to say the least.
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Post by Despair on Apr 26, 2010 19:33:16 GMT -5
Nimue stared.
The fortress was like something from her darkest nightmares. Towering stone walls, cold as ice, seemed to her like prison walls. Centuries of untold horror and pain, sorrow and anguish, cast a black cloud over the looming castle. She could sense it in the pit of her stomach; she could feel it ripping at her heart and tearing at her heart strings. A young human girl, trapped in the bowels of that...that dungeon? A shiver ran down her spine and her skin began to crawl. Instinctively, she pulled out her wings, hearing the gentle ruffle of feathers as they unfurled.
Great white wings branched from her shoulderblades in a majestic curve. The silken feathers whispered across one another in perfect harmony, forming a faint, but audible melody all their own. The song of the angels, as tales would have it, was a true thing. Each angel's wings had their own song sung by their wings, somehow; like crystal when coated in water. Their heavenly aura rubbed against that of the earth and so sang a melody of sorrow and love, warmth and forgiveness, and a tone of something so powerful and sweet, it actually was making Charon tear up slightly.
She drew the appendages closer around herself, taking comfort in their warmth as much as she took comfort in the secure grip Bayn's strong fingers had on her own slender ones. Her teal eyes held a deep empathy for the souls locked away in that pseudo-hell...and the girl who was trapped within as surely as the d.amned were.
Nimue shuddered. "This place...it's horrible." she whispered to Bayn, clutching his hand tightly with her own.
Charon inclined his head in a silent agreeement to the angel's statement. He could see that the shadows cast over the fortress had increased in the time it had taken him to find the demi-god and his angelic lover. Anxiety coursed through him. Namine.
[glow=red,2,300]"Namine is within the fortress. We need to hurry."[/glow]
He didn't sense Orpheus anywhere near, and that only spurred him on. Without sparing the demi-god and the angel another glance, he moved forward in ground-eating strides, intently focused on the castle.
Nimue bit her lower lip, fear briefly obscuring her concentration. She hesitated as the demon began to disappear into the mist. Bayn stood beside her, obviously waiting. She knew that all she had to do was ask to leave, and he would take her far, far away from this...this...monsterous darkness. This soul-eating tormentor. This abyss of demons.
But that girl was waiting for them to save her. To rescue her. Nimue could hear her soul, broken and bleeding, crying out for help. Her eyes glowed a faint sapphire for just a brief moment. That girl, Namine...she needed nothing short of a miracle. And, as Nimue had found, an angel and a demi-god were fairly good at producing such things. Bayn would let no harm come to either of them.
The angel rushed forward with smooth steps, catching up with Charon in just a moment. He looked back at her, and for just a split second, she saw something like relief in his topaz-flecked orbs. But then the stoic mask was firmly back in place, and he turned back to his goal; his human ward.
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Orpheus groaned, laying on the floor of the dungeon. He had been training for 24 hours without pause for drink or rest. Blood seeped from wound after wound upon his body, and a faint white glow obscured the injuries for a moment. When it faded, they were healed, but the pain lingered. He dragged himself to his feet as his opponant and trainer, a demoness by name of Kiaella, smirked and drew her sword. Fifteen twisting, edged points glinted in the torchlight. He eyed the wicked blade warily.
"Just one more round," she goaded, pacing around his bare-chested, blood-coated form. "Then I'll let you return to your precious human bi.tch."
Orpheus snarled and lunged at her with the ferocity of an animal fighting to return to its mate. He had been trapped here long enough, and he could sense Namine's need. She would not wait much longer, even if it meant he had to kill every last one of the hellions in the fortress.
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Charon lead them up the twisting staircases, each movement bleeding urgency. Demons moved aside, hissing and whispering as they sensed an angelic presence mingling with two very powerful demonic ones, and even the scent of a god among them. Nimue whimpered faintly, but darted forward, her hand reaching out to clutch at the back of Charon's button-down shirt to ensure that they were not seperated.
[glow=red,2,300]"Out of my way,"[/glow]
Charon snarled as he shoved aside a few minor demons, then froze. A male reeked with the scent of Namine's body...and tears. The high-blood turned slowly, an expression slowly beginning to drag across the features of his handsome face that hadn't been seen since the era, thousands of years ago, when he had ruthlessly massacred over ten thousand people to avenge his half-brother's death.
He turned his head so torpidly, the creaking of the muscles was audible, and focused his gaze on the male who stood there with Namine's blood on his body. A low noise began to rise from the deepest part of Charon's chest. A rumble that quickly rose into the ear-splitting, piercing, blood-thirsty shriek of the mightiest wyvern as it sensed its prey within reach. Fury embedded every wave of his voice, his muscles coiling and locking in preparation to launch himself forward.
Nimue's breath hitched painfully in her throat, and her blood ran cold as she caught a glimpse of the look in his eyes.
Dark abysses, promising an eternity of sheer. Hell. Torment and anguish, the cacaphony of wailing, pleading, cursing, shrieking, strangled laments of the agonized, mutilated, captives of the furthest reaches of Hell's infernal blazes. The blood of their bodies running in rivers. The screeched of a predator setting upon its prey. The tearing of flesh to the blade of talons. The fullest extent of their wretched pandemonium, the throes of their lethal suffering, reflected in those ebonite orbs.
The demon was going to die.
Nimue found herself unable to breathe, to think, for the longest moment. The demon before her was a sinister monster, a creature from the darkest abyss of the netherworlds. A jolt ran through her--instinct shrieked at her. He's going to kill you. Run!
But she couldn't leave. Something pressed at the back of her mind, urging her onward. Something important. Something desperate...
Namine. The girl.
She would not ask why Charon had stopped; she would not have willing trespassed within a thousand miles of him at the moment. Instead, she focused the entirety of her being on one thing and one along; the soul of the human girl, screaming for reprieve from the horrors of this world.
Nimue ran, dragging Bayn along behind her. A window was open on the turn up the spiral staircase, and she flung herself out it, not certain that Bayn would be able to follow her. Did he have wings? She couldn't remember. She hadn't dragged him out, at least. She soared up, if necessary, dragging his weight with her, and flew into the room just as a knock sounded at the door.
Trembling and panting from the effort of arriving so swiftly, she reached for the doorknob and gasped.
The girl was bruised and cut and beaten. Pain was reflected in the chocolate depths of her eyes. Nimue's heart skipped a beat, agony flooding into her at the sight of the human's suffering. A beautiful woman, beaten into desolation.
"Child, come here," She whispered, and wrapped her arms around the human girl, her wings extending to touch her bruised skin with the silken feathers. This child...with such a broken body and a torn heart...she appeared to be as agonized as the dead here. She touched Namine's face with trembling fingertips. "Oh, you poor girl...oh heavens...gods have mercy...oh..." she breathed in horror as she felt a long, deep cut. "Your pain is over now."
What had happened to this girl? Nimue couldn't begin to comprehend. All she knew was that this child, this human, this girl, this beautiful creature, was hurt.
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Post by {K}itsune on Apr 26, 2010 20:09:36 GMT -5
Bayn could sense the darkness radiating from the palace while the trio was still kilometers away. If he was being honest with himself, the sheer magnitude of evil rolling off the place had his eyes flashing in anger, and his stomach convulsing with disgust. These were the demons of fairy tales. He and his mother, even Charon, couldn't be considered this type of demon. While they were the strongest of the bunch, with the purest blood, they had a sense of nobility and honor around them. This place reeked of the lowest scum on the planet. Yet again, he thought about dragging Nimue away against her will. This was no place for her.
A thought very unlike him, however, kept coming unbidden into his thoughts. Namine. She may be a Necromancer, but she was a human after all, at least Nimue might stand a chance in this place. Namine, by herself, was a goner. Why had Charon ever left her in a place this horrid?
"This place...it's horrible." she whispered, cringing away. He could see how every fiber of her being wanted away from this place, but knowing her, and the angel mind, she wouldn't be able to leave. Her need to help was too strong. Of course, if she did chose to leave, he would take her far away from here in an instant, and then he'd send Nymphadora back here to eat all the demons alive.
""Namine is within the fortress. We need to hurry." The urgency in Charon's voice solidified Bayn's resolve. Obviously it was worse than when he had left. That could only mean one thing, Namine might be hurt, or worse, dying.
As Nimue flew forward to catch up with Charon, Bayn followed her quickly, his long strides desolving the need for wings to match their pace. Entering the palace was like walking into a brick wall, the evil was so great. Instantly Bayn felt his airways clench. How could she even breathe in this place?
"Out of my way,"
Charon was like a charing elephant as he tossed and shoved demons left and right from his path, until quite suddenly he stopped, nostrils flared. Sniffing the air, Bayn followed Charon's gaze onto a demon who stood with his hands on his hips, smirking. Although the scent of the man was unfamiliar to him, he recognized the smell of blood and women. It must be Namine, otherwise Charon wouldn't be reacting the way he was. She had been raped. His own vision flashed red, but before he could do anything, Nimue was dragging him away and quite suddenly leapt through a window. With her hand still clasped around him, Bayn had no choice but to reveal his wings for he first time in her presence. Unlike most demons, he had two pairs of wings, and could chose which he wished to use at what time. At this moment because of his surprise, both wings shot out of his shoulder blades, eclipsing what little light there was with feathers as dark as pitch and wings that looked as if they belonged to a dragon. Soaring after her, they landed in an unoccupied room. The instant their feet touched down, a knock echoed through the room.
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"Ah, Charon, you return. I was wondering why you had been so interested with that human slave of yours, I understand now." the demon smirked, his eyes flashing cruelly. He had very much enjoyed his time with Namine. Her body was like nothing he had ever experienced before. "I hope you'll let me borrow her again sometime. She was magnificant. A bit quiet though. You really ought to train her better. Oh, and her tears got all over me. You need to be a better teacher, my friend." he said. It was unclear whether he was ignorant of Charon's anger or if he wished to goad him on.
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As Namine waited uncaringly in front of the door with a look of pure boredom on her face, an agonizing scream echoed in her head; the sound of the da.mned screaming for their life. What was going on in this hell hole now? How the dead begun to fight amongst each other now? Perhaps they were rallying, getting ready to come after her again. Just her luck. As the door swung open, Namine's expression quickly switched over from a look of boredom to a cold, expressionless mask. Someone was trying to trick her again. An angel stood before her with a dark, handsome being at her side. "Child, come here. Oh, you poor girl...oh heavens...gods have mercy...oh...Your pain is over now."
Gods? There are no gods. As the woman's arms reached out to wrap around her and the pure white wings touched her shoulder, Namine flinched back so much that she almost ran into the wall on the opposite side of the room. "Get the hell away from me! Nihilit, what is this!?" she shouted, her voice stronger than she expected, fierce, scared, and sad at the same time. Despite her cuts, she looked beautiful, like a warrior.
Bayn's eyes opened wide in shock at the state of the girl in front of him. She radiated darkness and pain, and he almost felt himself gasping with the amount of it. He may have to kill Charon for having left her to be hurt like this. "He's going to kill us! He's going to kill us!" the dead shouted in her head, causing her to wince. Who? The man in front of her? He didn't seem all that angry right now, but that could be an act. None of the demons who had hurt her had seemed like they were dangerous. She could feel the anger then, but she had no clue where it was coming from, or better yet, who.
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Post by Despair on Apr 26, 2010 20:41:24 GMT -5
Charon didn't hesitate. He was at the other demon's throat in less than a second's time, his talons ripping through every available piece of flesh. Poison, designed not to kill but to torture, seeped into the male's veins. Charon snarled as blood splattered, his talons ripping through the other demon's chest and straight into his heart, tearing it out visciously and watching it pump in his hands.
[glow=red,2,300]"Let this be a lesson to all of you who desire that human,"[/glow]
he growled, sotto voce.
[glow=red,2,300]"Touch her, and I will rip your heart out and give it to her as a gift."[/glow]
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"Get the hell away from me! Nihilit, what is this!?" Namine shrieked, making Nimue flinch slightly.
[glow=blue]"I assure you that I have no idea."[/glow]
The cold voice answered from within the shadows. Nihilit stepped out, his gaze like ice upon Nimue. She looked from him to Namine for a long moment, then slowly turned her back to him, trusting Bayn to protect her.
"Namine, my name is Nimue. The demon you...you traveled with came to find my...well, Bayn and I here. To help you." She spoke softly, faltering as she stumbled over the term to use for her lover, then shook her head. Her dark locks rippled enticingly, sending her angelic scent across the room, and Nihilit raised his head slightly to the scent.
[glow=blue]"Charon brought an angel and a demi-god here? Interesting. And you carry the same scent of his former host, Orpheus..."[/glow]
Nimue blinked. That was the second time someone had referred to Orpheus in relation to them. She shot a glance at Bayn, then turned back to Namine. "We mean you no harm, I swear."
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Post by {K}itsune on Apr 26, 2010 20:57:51 GMT -5
"I assure you that I have no idea."
Hearing Nihilit's voice, Namine turned her terror-stricken eyes onto the familiar demon who had suddenly appeared in the room. Namine felt her body trembling with barely supressed fear. What was going on here? Namine's lips tightened as Nimue turned her back to the terrifying demon, leaving the darker man beside her glaring silently. Bayn watched Nihilit closely. He wasn't worried about protecting Nimue. He could always grab her and teleport from the place.
"Namine, my name is Nimue. The demon you...you traveled with came to find my...well, Bayn and I here. To help you."
Hearing the slight stumble in the woman's voice, Namine looked from Bayn to Nimue. Ah, they loved each other. How nice for them. At the mention of Charon, Namine completely shut down and her face because blank. Her body stilled, and all emotion slipped from her control until she looked like a doll. So this woman had tried to trick her with stories of lost love and feelings? Namine would not fall for it. This was the cruelest joke of all, and it was obvious from her face that she would believe nothing this couple said.
Bayn's shoulders tightened as he felt something that resembled, but didn't quite match, hate. What had Nimue said that had caused such a reaction from the tortured female?
"Charon brought an angel and a demi-god here? Interesting. And you carry the same scent of his former host, Orpheus..."
Hearing Charon's name on the demon's lips only solidified her thoughts. It was all a plot to cause her more pain? She hadn't thought it possible, but the familiar tearing her heart quickly changed her mind. Nimue looked at Bayn quickly after Nimue spoke, and Namine felt her eyes hardened with anger. So she was looking to see if she'd caught Nihilit's slip up, were they? Well yes, yes she had. Charon wasn't here. He didn't care about her. There was no escape from this hell.
"We mean you no harm, I swear."
Namine felt her mask slowly slip away revealing a terrible hatred. "Yeah, like that means anything," she snarled, "Stop trying to trick me. Next time you try to lie to someone, get your facts straight. Charon doesn't care for me, and he definitely wouldn't come back for me. I'm leaving." Turning on her heel, her hair snapped back at them as if it were portraying her wish to hurt them. Hadn't she gone through enough? What was the point anymore? With quick steps, Namine fled down the hallway, away from their lies.
Bayn looked after the girl, his eyes sad. "She won't believe us, Nimue. We were too late." he said gently, as he touched her shoulder. "If we go after her, she might try to hurt herself."
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