Post by fangteeth on Nov 25, 2007 14:13:19 GMT -5
Ad infinitum, Into Infinity
Thus I go once more
Reflection of Reflection
My flaws are seen.
The tree rose a dark relic of a time long lost, but now it was their only hope. At the center of the Serpents Forest it's root's extending deep connected to every thing, it's power oozing from it's gnarled branches and bitter fruit.
"Devian...where is this place?" a soft female voice quested.
"this is our salvation..." he answered with a long and deep sigh. "This is the last chance our race has my dear Murbella...and I as it's leader must do this"
"Brother..." another female voice broke in. "you know what this would do don't you? you'll never be able to leave..." she walked in front of him her white body blocking his view of the tree. The albino succubus stared at him her clear eyes slightly tear blurred.
"Oh Mona, I know what it is I must do, I will not stand by and watch those, those, those tyrants destroy us! I won't let them destroy our race our way of life!" Devian cried his eyes watering. "Isaac...come here and help me get one of the fruits..." he motioned and another man came over.
All of them bore wings, black in their color aside from the case of Mona, who's wings seemed to glow white. Incubus and Succubus, a race destined for death, no matter how many had come, their armor blood spattered and near destroyed. It had been a hard run to gain access to this place. No Serpent King remained to help them through the hordes of elven warriors who had killed off the other half of the party. Devian sighed as he plucked a blackened fruit from the tree with the help of his personal adviser and friend, Isaac a red headed genius.
"Sir...I suppose this is the only thing to be done...I just hope, " Isaac broke off and sighed. "I just hope you were right..." he flew off and back to his sister and partner, a near carbon copy of him.
Devian landed in front of the tree and gazed up at it. "I give my sword, and my shield to my race, and my heart and soul, to my people, my body for their need, and my mind for their want, I give my oath to be a servant to all I have created....And to all I shall create, to Dur I swear my claim as king...and to Dar I swear my claim as nothing" he recited and then bit into the bitter fruit, it's reviling taste made his stomach churn.
'To whom do you swear your everything?' a voice echoed.
"to you" Devian answered and walked forward the branches of the Forbidden Tree consuming him, taking his body into it's self.
'and thus you are no longer you...' the voice echoed. 'and thus I claim your people...'
Four roots pulled up from the ground, piercing each of the four Incubus who had survived. The women had their hands on their ears as the cries of their partners or siblings could be heard, blood curdling as their bodies changed, thicker, paler. Their hair deepest black, their eyes a heartless gray, and their lips pale black-blue, wings feathered black.
'Four, what a perfect number you brought, The Four Sufferings be born,' that cruel voice murmured and the four looked upon the tree.
Murbella watched in horror. "Devian, what have you done..." she screamed.
'I am no longer Devian...call me the Dark One' the voice echoed. 'my beauty Murbella, I will see you forever young...'
Mona shivered. This was something wrong.
The sword and shield of Devian, appeared from the tree's main limbs held by a tangle of branches.
'A sword in one hand and a shield in the other, but I am no noble knight...' he growled, wicked laughter peeling from some unknown hell hole.
The elves pored in but stopped at the sight of the angels. "demons..." they all whispered.
'you're the demons...look what you have created...' the voice lashed out making the elves fall to their knees. 'You did this!'
The Elven Warlord moved ahead of his cowering troops. "Show your self Vile One!" he shouted in a bold voice.
'alright....' it mused and from the trunk of the tree strode Devian's basic form, though his once bright green eyes were milked over, wooden veins holding him connected to the tree forever where he would remain, his flesh looked fragile as porcelain and his clothes had been removed. 'look upon what you've created!' he shouted without opening his pale lips. 'The Dark One, reviles his creators...'
Roots from the tree whipped out crushing and impaling all of the soldiers leaving only the Warlord. "you....Demon Lord.." he murmured looking around him as the blood was absorbed quickly and hungrily by the ground. "Monster!"
'yes...I am...' the voice boomed as Devian faded back into the tree. 'Angels, let him run, destroy any others with him...'
The four winged creatures set off swords and armor changed thicker and more intimidating. They gave out cries of enjoyment at the pain of the fleeing elves their swords pierced and their shields crushed. The Elven Warlord was fleeing his horse pushed to the limits of it's speed. He saw the forest's connection to his own, and entered thinking himself safe.
'Breath while you can...I am the earth...' The Dark One bellowed as the trees around began to wilt. 'in my Left Hand, I hold my Sword of Death, and my Right Hand, Shield of Life...you cannot hide...'
The Warlord hid in his home as screams continued to echo for days. Then silence, still he sat. He couldn't leave this place, fear held him fast stuck, and he didn't mind that at the moment.
Thus I go once more
Reflection of Reflection
My flaws are seen.
The tree rose a dark relic of a time long lost, but now it was their only hope. At the center of the Serpents Forest it's root's extending deep connected to every thing, it's power oozing from it's gnarled branches and bitter fruit.
"Devian...where is this place?" a soft female voice quested.
"this is our salvation..." he answered with a long and deep sigh. "This is the last chance our race has my dear Murbella...and I as it's leader must do this"
"Brother..." another female voice broke in. "you know what this would do don't you? you'll never be able to leave..." she walked in front of him her white body blocking his view of the tree. The albino succubus stared at him her clear eyes slightly tear blurred.
"Oh Mona, I know what it is I must do, I will not stand by and watch those, those, those tyrants destroy us! I won't let them destroy our race our way of life!" Devian cried his eyes watering. "Isaac...come here and help me get one of the fruits..." he motioned and another man came over.
All of them bore wings, black in their color aside from the case of Mona, who's wings seemed to glow white. Incubus and Succubus, a race destined for death, no matter how many had come, their armor blood spattered and near destroyed. It had been a hard run to gain access to this place. No Serpent King remained to help them through the hordes of elven warriors who had killed off the other half of the party. Devian sighed as he plucked a blackened fruit from the tree with the help of his personal adviser and friend, Isaac a red headed genius.
"Sir...I suppose this is the only thing to be done...I just hope, " Isaac broke off and sighed. "I just hope you were right..." he flew off and back to his sister and partner, a near carbon copy of him.
Devian landed in front of the tree and gazed up at it. "I give my sword, and my shield to my race, and my heart and soul, to my people, my body for their need, and my mind for their want, I give my oath to be a servant to all I have created....And to all I shall create, to Dur I swear my claim as king...and to Dar I swear my claim as nothing" he recited and then bit into the bitter fruit, it's reviling taste made his stomach churn.
'To whom do you swear your everything?' a voice echoed.
"to you" Devian answered and walked forward the branches of the Forbidden Tree consuming him, taking his body into it's self.
'and thus you are no longer you...' the voice echoed. 'and thus I claim your people...'
Four roots pulled up from the ground, piercing each of the four Incubus who had survived. The women had their hands on their ears as the cries of their partners or siblings could be heard, blood curdling as their bodies changed, thicker, paler. Their hair deepest black, their eyes a heartless gray, and their lips pale black-blue, wings feathered black.
'Four, what a perfect number you brought, The Four Sufferings be born,' that cruel voice murmured and the four looked upon the tree.
Murbella watched in horror. "Devian, what have you done..." she screamed.
'I am no longer Devian...call me the Dark One' the voice echoed. 'my beauty Murbella, I will see you forever young...'
Mona shivered. This was something wrong.
The sword and shield of Devian, appeared from the tree's main limbs held by a tangle of branches.
'A sword in one hand and a shield in the other, but I am no noble knight...' he growled, wicked laughter peeling from some unknown hell hole.
The elves pored in but stopped at the sight of the angels. "demons..." they all whispered.
'you're the demons...look what you have created...' the voice lashed out making the elves fall to their knees. 'You did this!'
The Elven Warlord moved ahead of his cowering troops. "Show your self Vile One!" he shouted in a bold voice.
'alright....' it mused and from the trunk of the tree strode Devian's basic form, though his once bright green eyes were milked over, wooden veins holding him connected to the tree forever where he would remain, his flesh looked fragile as porcelain and his clothes had been removed. 'look upon what you've created!' he shouted without opening his pale lips. 'The Dark One, reviles his creators...'
Roots from the tree whipped out crushing and impaling all of the soldiers leaving only the Warlord. "you....Demon Lord.." he murmured looking around him as the blood was absorbed quickly and hungrily by the ground. "Monster!"
'yes...I am...' the voice boomed as Devian faded back into the tree. 'Angels, let him run, destroy any others with him...'
The four winged creatures set off swords and armor changed thicker and more intimidating. They gave out cries of enjoyment at the pain of the fleeing elves their swords pierced and their shields crushed. The Elven Warlord was fleeing his horse pushed to the limits of it's speed. He saw the forest's connection to his own, and entered thinking himself safe.
'Breath while you can...I am the earth...' The Dark One bellowed as the trees around began to wilt. 'in my Left Hand, I hold my Sword of Death, and my Right Hand, Shield of Life...you cannot hide...'
The Warlord hid in his home as screams continued to echo for days. Then silence, still he sat. He couldn't leave this place, fear held him fast stuck, and he didn't mind that at the moment.
*can't wait to read the rest*