Anyone remember this composition? Well who is ready to see the next bit? //Fade to Grey// Rain poured down over the city and the Black Tower with a relentless fury as it never had before. Almost unnatural, it came sheets like a curtain hiding what was to come. Even though it drenched to the bone, citizens continued on their daily activities as if it were nothing, oblivious to what it actually foretold. Unseen to the inhabitants of both the tower and the city, two figures watched the streets below from atop the impressive height of the tower. Even though the rain poured with the ferocity to saturate stone, not a single drop dared to touch either observer. “The Ehl’erus… wasn’t she supposed to die when the worlds merged?” The female kept her hands hidden within the sleeves of her dress, the color of pale cream which seemed to fade in and out of reality with a sort of greenish, sickly haze. Her slick, black hair was done up in a way reminiscent to the old oriental east of earth. Truth be told, she was one of the oldest thralls alive. Her male companion was dressed more closely to a renaissance style. He wore a nice coat of black velvet, covered by a shined brass breastplate decorated with burgundy strokes to match his woven cloak. At his waist hung a longsword of polished steel, its hilt bent downward as pointed wings, and its pommel set with a round blue stone in a taloned grasp. What stood out about this man, however, was the natural beauty of his face, the elegance of his manner, and long flowing ebon hair with pointed ears that poked through- all of which pointed out his elven heritage. Skia was the eldest of the Incarnate, wrapped in an air of mystery that well suited his element. The element of darkness. “’Supposed’ is not always congruent with reality.” Skia placed a hand upon the hilt of his sword before turning away, as if bored already with the current setting. “Nothing, not even time, flows in a linear direction. There are always twists, which in turn give birth to more twists. Years ago, a part of this world twisted hers, and now because of that, she has come to twist their’s.” “Hmm?” The female looked away from the city below to her companion, “You sound as if you enjoy this prospect…” Her voice seemed alluring almost, in a sickly-sweet sort of way. It suited her well, and her purpose her better. Even though she served under the will of the element of earth, she had accompanied Skia here at the request of the Ehl’erus. The Incarnate answered to no one, and cared little for the affairs of mortals and immortals alike. But for some reason, this woman had always held their interest. It was true though. What was about to happen today , was going to throw a wrench in the very fabric of reality, if not just tear it wide open. “Don’t you hear them?” Skia asked. The heels of boots tapped on marble tile, one after the other, again and again to echo in the corridor… “The footsteps echoing in the halls?” They continued to echo with purpose, up the ever winding stairs of the tower, upward, undeterred… “The footsteps ringing with resolution?” Those boots belonged to a woman, worn under a flowing dress of gold and burgundy satins, brushing against the cold, hard floor in a hastened manner. Footsteps followed behind as well, just as quick, just as loud. Now, at the top… The Incarnate now turned back towards the poisonous female, “The footsteps to bring forth revolution.” Large metal doors of impressive artworks were thrust open in a single motion, as the woman with long red hair flowing down her back forced her way into the large throne room, ignoring the warnings of guards from both sides… Now cloaked in and aura of shadowy energy, a sly smile showed upon Skia’s face. ~~~//*\~~~ The throne room of the Black Tower, home to the ruler of this neutral ground of both demons and angels, the Demon Lord known as Shattar. Even as the female burst in to interrupt his private affairs, the man of ashen black skin did not rise from his seat. In fact, he smiled assuredly as always, golden eyes only slightly amused as clawed hands handled the cup of tea he tended to enjoy. Perhaps the knowledge of this and their Lord’s might is what stayed the guards hands for the moment. After all, a demon with the might to bend both demons and angels to his will, and shape the planes, could hardly come to harm from a human woman. Or maybe it was the ferocity in that woman’s eyes, the same that had grown men trembling before their mothers. Serenity Mai De’lacruse, married to Mordin De’lacruse , one of Shattar’s most trusted commanders. The only human with any standing in the this realm, Mordin had brought her back after one of his excursions about a decade ago. He had been out for a while now, deployed on a mission with little details revealed to her. Perhaps that was why she stood before him now, quietly holding a rage back that was growing stronger with every passing moment. Quite a contrast to the rather passive looking elf dressed in all silver armor by her side. A new face in this tower, his long silver hairs was tied into five separated strands of beads. “You make quite the scene barging in here as you have. Is there a good reason for this interruption?” The demon seemed hardly bothered, but he was not one to so easily forgive such intrusions. “The humans. It’s time that you released them.” The humans here on this plane were kept in camps, well guarded. Serenity, being human herself, did not like this of course, and thought that they should be given equal rights, especially in a place where angels and demons were treated equally. “I should have know this would come up eventually.” Shattar placed his glass down upon the neighboring table, folding his hands in his lap, “You know I cannot do that, however. Humanity brought this upon themselves, waging war until they had destroyed nearly everything in their path. Not even their own world survived. It was we who saved them, and now we who ensure that they do not repeat this atrocity. I apologize, but I must decline your request.” Apologize? As if he were sorry. Despite this denial however, it seemed that Serenity’s fury had cooled a little, her resolve much set in stone. Her eyes met even with the demon lord’s- a piercing look- as she unclenched her fists that had hung at her sides. “I was not asking you for this. I will not stand idle as my people are denied their very freedom. This, Shattar, is a demand.” Now there was something to cause the demon lord to rise to his feet, her blunt mandate obviously having struck a nerve. His presence grew until it filled the room, looming over everyone as he stepped down from the dais. Even the guards in the room took a step of retreat before steeling themselves. Serenity’s elven companion glanced her way with a rather unconcerned look, rather just curious to see what her next step would be. “Demand?” He stepped until he stood a few feet from her, those amber eyes glowing with a austere ferocity. “You may be a prophecy, a hero even, to other peoples in other worlds. But let me remind you where you stand. This is my plane, bent to my very will, where even the most powerful of extraplanars bend knee to me. I have seen millennia of countless wars and struggles and put and end to it all. NO one comes in here and demands anything of me- especially a human.” “Perhaps that is why it is about time somebody put an end to your reign…” the woman spoke softly. What happened next would follow so quickly, it was hard to keep up. The room turned dark. But not the normal dark of the night, or a room not allowed a light. That sort had no effect on angles and demons. This was pure, true darkness, beyond magic even. But it lasted only long enough to take the ceiling with it, rain pouring down into the great hall as the light of day revealed the endless clouds above. And then there were screams. A look to the guards showed there armor melting and their skin burning, the walls of the upper tower also degrading at a rapid rate. It was acid. Acid that had remained dormant in the rain until willed to awaken. But that was only the beginning. The acid proved a burning irritant to the demon lord, but nothing more. That was still quite impressive, however, as demons often showed a natural immunity to such corrosives, and for this to be such a powerful demon… but just as quickly the wind picked up, creating a swirling vortex that was like a curtain of corrosive water around the woman. Lighting cracked through the area, before the rain paused a second. Just a split second before erupting into fire- fire so hot that it burned white. At this point, the ground shook, the very air trembled over the entire city- and beyond. It was hard to see anything anymore, the top at the tower that now lay wide open enveloped in a chaotic mass of clashing elements and energies. Some stared, most fled, but a few attempted to rush to the scene. Yet getting close proved to be all but impossible. The energies and wind rushing out from the scene acted as a barrier to any who tried to intervene. Moments later a wave of energy burst forth from the center of the chaos, rippling across the sky and pushing aside the clouds. Time seemed to freeze, the sky burning orange as if about to crack, and then another surge, expanding in the shape of a sphere until it encased the entire city like a giant bubble. It sat a moment, shimmering- a wonder that it had not hurt a thing in its path- then in a bright flash it snapped back to the epicenter. Silence fell… Out on what was the outskirts of the city that surrounded the Black tower stood Skia and his female companion, amidst a few broken homes and scattered residents. What they gazed out over now, under a clear and sunny sky, was no more than a large crater. A hole in the realm that showed no signs of what had once been. “Are they… gone?” the thrall asked the Incarnate. “Yes… To death? Some have…” He looked at her with those dark eyes so full of mystery, the resemblance of a smile upon his face. “What you should ask is, gone to where…”
Posted on: Fri, 13 Sep 2013 17:39:23 +0000
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