Bardiel
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Post by Bardiel on Mar 18, 2013 6:31:19 GMT -6
Come here, her arms tell him. I'm lost in a world of changing shadows and a silence that was so profound it's a deafening presence that could leave your ears ringing and your eyes bleeding. How could he be here, he wonders, as he catches a reflection of his ghost somewhere out there... distance and identity impossible to define without a point of reference, he saw her and she could see him, each of them solidifying the others existence. How could she survive before that, in the absolute realm of raw nothingness and chaos the only answer was clear, the creature simply had not, and neither did he. They were both lies, fiction that kept on deluding each other of the others company making the stillness bearable, driving off the insanity of the darkness with another kind of madness. Maybe that was the essence of everything, just a narrative written on the invisible walls of the cave that was the Abyss in Bardiel's own blood, convincing enough to have been given a life out of nothingness. Come here, he tells her. Dancing upanddown. Come and become another piece on the board, one more soul called to the grinding machinations of faceless architects.
“I want to speak to Her before we go. Can you... h.e.l.p me..?”
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Post by Hallow Sancti on Mar 22, 2013 12:43:14 GMT -6
She curls tight against him and he can feel the instinctive flinch at his question. She tightens her arms around his chest.
"You don't want me." She doesn't let go. "You want Her. But she's already here. She's always here. Everywhere. She is here."
Sancti's cheek brushes the crucifix and she shifts away from it abruptly her arms still locked around Bardiel, looking up at him in consternation. "She doesn't like that."
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Bardiel
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Outlands Wanderer
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Post by Bardiel on Mar 23, 2013 2:51:46 GMT -6
Elation lights up the fallen's face, a poisoned glow of false happiness that mirrored the sickly light of the crucifix's holy aura. “Yes... I can smell her…” Bardiel rocks back on his heels, clouded over eyes far away. “Like our bodies are pressed together… If I reach out it’s almost like I could hold her, and embrace her like a dress.”
He sweeps up Sancti and twirls around dancing to the climbing shriek of strings played by invisible musicians as they tortured the wires of their instruments. “Tell me, you wonderful, wonderful girl... Can you remember if anyone has came this way before? About my height, pretty, dark hair, better-than-thou condescending sneer?”
He stets her down, allowing the demon doll to reclaim her possessive hold on him. “Don't get down deputy. I don't want a silly thing like you, I already have you. In fact...” Bardiel rattles his crucifix and gives her a knowing wink. “We have each other. And that's what She doesn't like.”
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Post by Hallow Sancti on Mar 27, 2013 12:15:07 GMT -6
Sancti reaches up to Bardiel's face, her fingers cool on his cheek. Her expression is grave. "She is here. Now. There." Her other arm swings out, a single finger pointing into the darkness. "She is laughing at us. At you."
The wind stirs softly against them, rustling the pages of the books and making Sancti's hair dance.
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Bardiel
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Outlands Wanderer
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Post by Bardiel on Mar 28, 2013 1:05:19 GMT -6
The fallen squirms uncomfortably under Sancti’s touch, his skittish eyes following in the direction of her outstretched finger. Swallowing something that seemed to catch in his throat, Bardiel runs his tongue over his teeth “Oh that?”
Absolute terror sinks its cold fangs into his neck, injecting a venomous hysterical panic that freezes his body before Bardiel’s mind retreats safely into the welcoming arms of madness. A crooked grimace cracks over his face “That’s just my wife. Hello wife.” He looks down at Sancti, her hand which he could not feel still holding his cheek. “What did the Morning Star steal from her to bind the Abyss to his daughter?”
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Post by Hallow Sancti on Apr 3, 2013 8:51:48 GMT -6
The demon doll's eyes widen. "She...you." She whispers.
"He... something precious..." She jerks violently back from Bardiel and herself looks where she'd pointed. As she looks from the Fallen to the darkness of the abyss she doesn't see the pile of books behind her, and she trips over them stumbling and tumbling right over the edge of the broken floor.
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Bardiel
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Post by Bardiel on Apr 4, 2013 8:00:21 GMT -6
He frowns as Sancti disappears from sight and cautiously makes his way toward the verge of reality. “Hey! she might not be much to look at, but she's still my wife. You know...” he whispers silently to himself, the words crawling their way out of his mouth like thousands of tiny spiders. “...I'm starting to realise just what it is you find so funny.”
The mussels in Bardiel's neck clench tight and he staggers forward as if hit by a blow to the back of the head. He finds himself watching Sancti's pale form slipping away into the darkness.
Something around his neck is burning spots of colour into the fallen's eyes, decorating the void with a rainbow of brain dulling confusion. He was in stitches, roaring with joy and pain, of course she isn't falling away because there was no down, the strange girl wasn't falling away from him- she was above him- She was all around him. They fell towards each other drawn together by some invisible gravitational force.
“Oh wait...” the crooked fallen is on his chest, exhausted and out of breath, his arms dangling over the edge of the floor with both of his hands firmly clasping one of Sancti's “...I forgot to ask you your name. You've got a pretty voice, you should use it more.”
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Post by Hallow Sancti on Apr 10, 2013 12:47:59 GMT -6
"Sancti... Hallow Sancti." She says, lifting her dangling arm to grasp at his wrist, the floor beneath far beneath her cracking suddenly and loudly as though it were made of ice. "If you wish to hear me speak or sing I will do so if you will pull me up. I do not want to fall forever..." She looks over her shoulder and her hands tighten against his blackened flesh. "I do not belong to her anymore and she is angry with us."
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Bardiel
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Post by Bardiel on Apr 10, 2013 21:49:34 GMT -6
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Post by Hallow Sancti on Apr 12, 2013 0:33:47 GMT -6
She still has her hands around Bardiel's as he begins to fade and his fingers fade through hers. She grabs onto the chain as he turns away, tugging on it a little to see how solid it is. As he rants she begins to smile and even giggle a little. But when he asks how to leave she only shakes her head. "I have never been... out." The smile fades and she clings now to the chain twisting it between her fists, her eyes never leaving him.
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Bardiel
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Post by Bardiel on Apr 12, 2013 2:34:06 GMT -6
"Ah...” Bardiel sighs, placing a corpse like finger on his lips in uncomfortable thought. As Santi's smile falls away he scoffs loudly “Ha! It's not like your missing out on much anyway. Beside...” he brings his face close to hers, sneering sinisterly “Now that you're my unfortunate prisoner, you'll be dragged against your will all over the Three Kingdoms following the trail of my courageous err... villainous deeds!” The metal links binding him rattle with contrived mirth.
Bardiel settles down enough to wriggle his massive wings free and flex them like a giant pair of monstrous hands. “Could try just flying?” the grey haired fallen mutters as he squints into the distance, following the heavy chain to Hell. “Coconuts! Falling down is always so much easier then crawling back up,” he takes the time to sincerely confide in Sancti. “Why don't we try everything all at once? Blood sacrifices, prayer, they whole shabang! It's not like we're in a rush or anything, it's just the end of the world.”
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Post by Hallow Sancti on Apr 12, 2013 11:10:23 GMT -6
Sancti regards him warily as he begins to speak of praying and sacrifices. She looks him up and down, critically. "You have all the blood." The demon doll tugs on the chain trailing up into the darkness and twists it around herself as well curiously, seemingly unconcerned now with the slow disintegration of the landscape. "If you give her your blood she'll only want your flesh too. And I think it's too soon for her to have that."
She looks over at him expectantly the chain now twined around her waist and shoulders. "Well Master?" There is another loud crack and the back wall of the build they are in falls away.
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Bardiel
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Post by Bardiel on Apr 12, 2013 22:53:31 GMT -6
The tall fallen's mouth curls eagerly. “Yeah, play hard to get, sure I understand. Let's gamble at prayer then.” Bardiel brings a gnarled branch like hand in front of his face. As the void shakes his palm appears to twist and snap, conforming to the delusion that was being imprinted on it. Curtains of vision pulled back to reveal a deranged mural of crazed eyes. Hundreds of them all rolling in their sockets, tortured into observing what was not there. They washed over the already tenuous canvas of reality, forcing its unnatural colours to run together in a confused mess.
Pain dulls Bardiel's senses until he's dangerously close to the serene and unfeeling nature of the Abyss. Well, before he'd influenced it anyway. With the snick of a releasing lock, the crucifix around his neck erupts in a nova of stolen white light that consumes both fallen and construct. “I invoke my covenant,” a grotesque foetal shadow at the light's centre, Bardiel screams “This empty thing all around me is what I seek. One and the same!”
With a slender, feminine hand not it's own, the dark angel fastens to the thick Hell chain and extends it's feral wings. Dragging Santi to himself as if through water realisation suddenly strikes him. “Wait. Hold on. Master? What?”
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Post by Hallow Sancti on Apr 13, 2013 1:10:51 GMT -6
Sancti just smiles beatifically at him and wraps her arms around his waist.
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Bardiel
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Post by Bardiel on Apr 13, 2013 10:35:23 GMT -6
Endlessly they flew across the void like a thousand times a thousand lives. Each reflection rippling between the surface of a mirror, trapped and stretching infinitely into forever. Sometimes she would die, her skin withered by the brush strokes of uncountable aeons. It peeled off her bones to spill like the blank pages of a book unbound. Legions endured to the ends of the universe where she was one and truly none, her soul pissed away over an existence built on an inescapable pit of loneliness. A dividing moat made from billions of hollow faces that was impossible to cross, and as she drowns in them they smile, the mocking sound of their mute laughter echoing in her ears. That's right, the monster's manifold voice whispers from countless abducted mouths. I'll give you a purpose. Again and again it devours her like a teeming flock of distorted vultures and she would be down on her side, their naked heads invading her broken body while she stares, wall-eyed at nothing. Vainly trying to reconcile that to love meant to die. Again and again, she held his severed head close to her chest, pleased with the changes she had made for him. This was fine, she told herself as bloat flies cried themselves from his tear-ducts. This was enough. All Bardiel can do is smile nervously back and nod as they both rose through the penumbra of the Abyss like a slowly sailing star. He asks her again, the kaleidoscope of imagined futures still swimming beneath his vision; “What did he steal to bind the Darkness to his daughter?”
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Post by Hallow Sancti on Apr 24, 2013 12:55:49 GMT -6
Sancti's smile fades. She shuts her eyes and puts her face against Bardiel's chest. Her answer takes an eternity to reach his ears. It's just a whisper, nearly lost in the noise of the void. "Her voice."
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Bardiel
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Post by Bardiel on Apr 25, 2013 8:19:10 GMT -6
Bardiel gags as he swallows the knot that had lodged itself in his throat. “You scare me you know that? Just what in Mother's name are you? Are you real... or is this a lie?” His jade eyes skittered across the constructs unusual body, their pupils unwinding into a pair of madly whirling spirals. The fallen could detect lies they say, and Bardiel sensed the lies everywhere. All the time. Maybe he was broken, but everything seemed to be made up of lies and every time he half glimpsed himself out there in the Void, it broke him a little more.
“Hey... Wow, that was weird. Anyway... What do you want? What are your dreams? And where's... Oi! Whappened to your frilly dress!?”
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Post by Hallow Sancti on May 12, 2013 20:38:42 GMT -6
Sancti's limbs contract in a shudder and she whispers again. "You shouldn't look out there." But she raises her head to regard Bardiel with something like wonder and no small amount of confusion as he continues speaking.
"I have no other clothes Master. I would not mind different clothes." She blinks her large pale eyes at him as they glide in the darkness, moving and yet not. She doesn't loosen her hold but twists her head and shoulders so far that her joints begin to deform so she can look at the darkness surrounding them. "What does flying feel like?"
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Bardiel
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Post by Bardiel on May 13, 2013 3:18:21 GMT -6
“Hmm, flying?” Bardiel focuses his wildly spinning eyes on the seems of Sancti's limbs, trying to concentrate. “Well if I had to put it into words...” he starts to nibble nervously at one of the corners of his mouth. “Like running or swimming, only you need to pay more attention. And there's something heavy in your groin, as if your guts are gonna fall out.” The fallen abruptly snaps his mouth shut and glares angrily at her.
“Hold on, damn it I'm asking the questions!” he fiercely twists his body, the chain trapping his limbs at awkward angles, all the while screaming strange animal sounds “ Whore! I'll tear you apart! Die!...” With a snap like the sound of small bones breaking his voice cracks and Bardiel goes limp.
“...Only I... can't remember them.” He looks down at the demon doll and slowly, sadly, shakes his head “I'm sorry, I keep trying sooo hard, but I don't remember who you are.”
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Post by Hallow Sancti on May 28, 2013 21:57:03 GMT -6
"Don't worry I'm not certain of who I am either." she replies earnestly, reaching out to deftly tug the chains loose from his limbs, looping them around her shoulders and legs conscientiously. "I suppose that will depend on you for as long as you keep me." She looks out into the darkness, up into more darkness and then back at him. "Why do your guts want to fall out when you fly?"
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