Regent
Bourgeois
The Regent of Darkness
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Post by Regent on Feb 13, 2008 11:28:14 GMT -6
Regent moves up through the darkness in the street as he senses the power of the void surge. Ereshkigal summons the fringe of the darkness in her rage and her power mounts but her concentration slips as her friends are in grave danger. Her concentration slips away as she begins to loose grip on her already limited control.
His thoughts enter hers again as he tries to bring her round to the mater at hand. Her power is great and she will release too much if she cannot focus her mind to contain it.
He whispers to her again as the darkness growls in her ears for more. "Ereshkigal!" He calls to her from the void and his voice is soothing and calm like the low fluid burbling of a clear mountain brook, "Ereshkigal, you must forget your friends, you must forget your enemies, you must close out the world that surrounds you and focus... listen to the darkness... listen to what it... she... whispers to you... She demands much but listen to what she whispers to you. She wants your commands and desires your strength, but she must be heard and needs your acceptance in order to obey your will... listen to her... she wants your guidance... listen... open your mind and hear, open your mind and see what she wants... It yearns for your guidance... she wants to obey, but she lusts to destroy... You must capture her to release her from her own wanton desires, you must embrace her uninhibitedly as she has embraced you.. only then she will become calmed by your voice to listen... and obey. Take her inward Ereshkigal, or we are all lost."
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Post by Narrator on Feb 13, 2008 12:15:02 GMT -6
Visions of the blackness that spread forth from the Queen appear in her mind. It is as if the darkness and she are one. Her own eyes see what it sees and she can feel it surge with power as it devours the light and the street and the flesh.
Unbridled it destroys everything it samples, and it searches out for more. She sees Ciel in her minds eye, engaged in battle behind her. In her mind she feels her lust and want and desire for Ciel consume her like the flame hungers for the tender wood of a fragile tree. The darkness streams toward Ciel distorting Ereshkigal's passions for her and twist them into an evil, morbid desire to take the devil cat and swiftly devour her whole. Ravaging her tasty flesh and bone. Even the angels that attack her are tempting to bring them to ruin as well as her angers for them compound 10 fold. Thoughts of tearing away golden flesh in rapturous delight fills her mind as the madness deepens into an insatiable lust for carnage.
Lysandor's move is very tricky and he slides taking one angel down with him as the other slashes at Lysandor when he slides away. The angel is pealing pavement up with each mighty stroke of his holy blade. The one that slipped, strokes his wings and he lifts off the ice quickly, and he again attacks, this time from the air as a mighty bird of prey diving for a meal.
Ciel is slashing and squirming with grace and style till her luck runs out. She meets a stroke meant for a slash as the pommel of the sword strikes her in the head and jacks her off her feet. The off chance blow sends her sprawling down to the pavement onto her back. She slides away from the battle on the ice with the momentum of the glancing blow knocking her back. The lump on her forehead swells like an egg, her ears ring, her vision doubles a bit as she skids to a stop a few feet away.
It may not feel like it to her, but Ciel doesn't know how lucky she is. Because she is now a bit out of reach of the darkness that desires to consume her.
Everything goes dark as the Queen shouts and the battle stops as none can see now.
Priest calls out to the darkness, "Finish her, she summons the evil darkness, FINISH HER!" He screams with resonance to his commands to the angels. The Golden angel tries to illuminate against the growing darkness, his holy light illuminates the terror of the dark as it reals from the light. Ereskigal looks like a distorted figure in the swirling darkness and the void again becomes like spidery fingers searching out to devour everything.
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Post by Ereshkigal on Feb 14, 2008 12:03:11 GMT -6
In a whirl of screaming voices and terrible visions Regent's voice hits the young queen like ice water to the face. For a moment everything goes dark and the visions all fade away leaving her facing a darkened image of herself. She reaches out to take it's hand and murmurs softly.
"Come... together we can do so much more than merely destroy..." Empty black eyes meet green and fingers touch. Whispers fill the darkness like chimes in a storm. And the void whispers back-
"I desire what you desire.... I am you. We are one...."
Then she's back in the middle of the maelstrom but now she sees Regent, sees everyone and for now all the voices that whisper to her are silent.
The darkness pulls away from Ciel swirling back on it's self and reaches out towards all the angels brushing past the demons like cold wind. It wraps it's spidery fingers around one of the angels and pulls him back towards the writhing darkness around the queen- who laughs
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Post by Lysandor on Feb 15, 2008 9:44:32 GMT -6
One on one, Lysandor would be more than a match for his holy opponents, or even if the Angels attacked more as individuals than a team. However, the Angels seem to be coordinating their attacks, forcing the Fallen to use every ounce of skill he has. No margin for error.
Lysandor moves out of range of the Angel on the ground, getting to his feet as he does so. He just catches the attacking Angel in the air from the corner of his eye, and can only shift his balance to brace for impact. He raises his weapons to do as much damage to the Angel as he can and prevent as much damage to himself. With luck, Lysandor can severely damage the Angel, possibly severing a wing, and limit the Angel in his future attacks.
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Post by Narrator on Feb 18, 2008 16:20:39 GMT -6
The darkness begins to swallow up the light again this time at a much slower rate. The angel that is grabbed and drawn into the vortex of darkness screams and then is silent as he enters. The voices in the darkness make him cringe and the void begins to assault him violently. He tosses about and then he is delivered before Ereskigal and the darkness.
The dark version of the Queen clutches him from behind as he is forced to his knees. She leans over him and looks back to Ereskigal. She speaks with twisted and amplified desire in her words like junkie seducing her next john to get that badly needed fix. "Do you not want... long... for his destruction?" She purrs as she looks hungering into Ereshkigals eyes. "Do you not desire to see his blood flow like a mighty torrent? Why do you fight me for what we want, I need it just as badly as you do... more." she hisses with her face inches from the Angel's face. He trembles and continues to scream, but no sound spills forth from his lips.
The angel that dives for Lysandor parries his blade but not enough as he slams into him as they both hit the street and slide on the ice away from the battle. Lysandor's blade bites flesh as it slides into the angel's arm and splits his forearm between the bones.
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Post by Ereshkigal on Feb 18, 2008 16:38:21 GMT -6
"I do want his destruction." Ereshkigal smiles and her green eyes glitter queerly. They are the fearless dead eyes of a feral beast as she moves to cup the chin of the angel before her. "But, sweeting, we can do so much more than rip him to shreds. We can leave him living... twisted as much as our dark heart desires- we can make of him a pretty little puppet." She laughs softly at his silent scream before emotion drains out of her face and she peirces his skin with her nails. Blood drips down her fingers from the gashes she makes and she holds her hand out to the dark version of herself.
"I want him alive and in torment for the rest of his days... I want see him Fall... I want to see them all Fall." she clenches her bloody fist.
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Post by Lysandor on Feb 18, 2008 22:14:45 GMT -6
As Lysandor and the Angel slide to a stop, the Fallen rips the blade out, causing as much damage as possible. He gets to his feet, stepping away from the Angel to fall into a defensive position. Lysandor wants nothing more than to finish off this Angel and get back to the battle, but even wounded and bleeding, and with an arm that won't work properly until healed, the Angel could still show some hitherto unseen skill that might surprise the battle-hardened Fallen.
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Regent
Bourgeois
The Regent of Darkness
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Post by Regent on Feb 19, 2008 11:57:50 GMT -6
Regent's electric eyes spark and strobe in the blackness as he watches the chaos explode around him. He alone remains still and silent as a hole in the universe. His crackling gaze is piercing the black curtain about Ereskigal and the darkness. He is now visible to young Queen and her counterpart in the void, but he remains invisible to the rest of the onlookers cloaked in the darkness and one with the shadows.
Regent waits as the darkness and Ereskigal reconnect in this high stakes game of trust me, trust me not. He waits and watches. Should he feel Ereskigal is loosing her control, he will attempt to assist, but this is something she must do for herself... for them all. The darkness has never tried to resist his control to this extent like it does when it tries to overtake the young queen.
Regent senses it wanting to become more and the queen is the lightning rod to channel itself uninhibitedly.
Regent sees the darkness as it also is part of him. his mind floods with all its thoughts. Thoughts that are completely bent in its quest to consume the queen with desire. Fusing itself to her with the unstable passion to destroy and alter the fabric of the world in the process. Through her it can be completely unleashed and so the darkness tempts Ereskigal to let it go. The last obstacle to overcome for complete freedom and be finally unleashed to consume everything it touches.
He whispers again, warning her, "Do not let it past you... do not set it free. Move as one with it, guide it... but never, never let it go!"
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Post by Narrator on Feb 19, 2008 12:36:25 GMT -6
"Stop her, she must be destroyed NOW!" The angels are having a hard time finding Ereskigal in the void, Priest stands shaking as he is demanding they attack her but they cannot see her in the swirling black.
The angels attacking Ciel turn to the void ignoring her for now.
The angel fighting Lysandor grips his arm as it now flails in two from his elbow. His hand hangs limp and useless where the wrist was shattered by the harsh and skillful removal of the steel in the Elite's hand. He still snarls in pain and frustration as Priest calls him back to attack Ereskigal. He knows that if he turns away he is finished. But if he disobeys he faces a worse fate than death. He backs away slowly with his blade held in a defensive posture knowing the attack will come.
The darkness licks her lips as Ereshkigal extends her bloody hand to her. "NOW RIP HIM APART" she roars as her face distorts in an evil snarl complete with fangs, horns and a serpent's tongue. Her claws dig deeply into the angels face and the darkness begins to serge even deeper into his flesh. His golden skin blackens and starts to flake and peal like old paint. His eyes fill with blackness and he looks like he is about to explode from the tendrils of the darkness beginning to pull out his insides before them all.
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Post by Ereshkigal on Feb 19, 2008 13:00:40 GMT -6
Ereshkigal's face is tight with effort and her blood covered fist drops her side. She whispers in a strained voice.
"No."
Then again she looks up at her dark half- her face stern and unforgiving as any avenging angel's. Her voice is stronger though it's clear she's still battling with the desires of the darkness.
"No."
She moves forwards her blood covered hand reaching out for the shadowy hair of her counterpart. She gently forces it's head back to look up at her. Her tone is firm and calm.
"Enough."
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Post by Lysandor on Feb 19, 2008 16:57:13 GMT -6
Lysandor attacks with whirlwind of blades whistling in the frosty air, pouncing on every opening. Like a shark scenting blood, the Angel's crippling wound drives Lysandor into a hyper-focused battle frenzy. While the Angel's sword is occupied with Lysandor's, the Fallen sends a bone-shattering kick to knee the Angel has his weight on, at the same time stabbing up at the Angel's throat with his dagger.
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Post by Narrator on Feb 22, 2008 12:50:12 GMT -6
The angel fares poorly at his defense against Lysandor's assault. With in seconds he is bashed and broken in the street. The bloody point of Lysandor's blade now poking out of the top of his head. He tries to speak as his wings droop to the icy street. All that he can do is murmur as the blade of the dagger traps his mouth against the pressure of the hilt resting squarely on his jaw. His eyes roll up into his skull and becomes completely limp with all his weight being supported by Lysandor and his dagger.
The Darkness yields a bit to Ereskigal's touch. The shadow leeches into her skin like the warm flow of water caressing her fingers and soon her hand as it quickly travels up her arm. The void lessens its grip on the angel as she slowly melds with Ereskigal.
The intense desires of the darkness sear into Ereskigal's mind. Like a hot flash she is quickly overwhelmed by the lust and power of the darkness and she feels its burning passions and its relentless intent to become one with everything. A new whisper enters her mind, sweet refrain of melody but with the insistent drive of a march.
"I hunger... we shall devour them whole and all to satisfy our needs, make them all part of us... everyone... everything... shall be ours." the darkness coos like a long lost lover impassioned by intense desire. She begs Ereshkigal with pulsing serges into her very core. Heart beats ripple through her and become one with the shadows. Her blood rages like the terrible beat of war drums in her ears. The ground tremors as she feels the rapture overtake her. Like a supernova orgasm of an entire sun, the ultimate cascades of pleasure and pain propel itself through the young queen as the darkness penetrates her completely...
... they are one...
...but even as they merge entirely, they are still of two minds that wrestle like titans. Now the battle for the single control of the whole... begins within.
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Post by Ereshkigal on Feb 23, 2008 0:03:39 GMT -6
Ereshkigal stands in a snow-field- white below and black above. A few snow flakes swirl in the air but mostly everything is silent, still and peaceful. She smiles a little, because this is her mind and she knows it.
Her wings snap open and she takes flight. She dips and soars in the empty roaring air. All her senses are alert for what ever her darker side is going to throw at her, but she is content to wait in the cold sky for the attack she knows is coming.
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Post by Lysandor on Feb 23, 2008 10:04:31 GMT -6
Lysandor jerks the dagger from the fallen Angel's head and steps over his body as he makes his way back to the battle. Instead of moving to the Angels trying to penetrate the darkness surrounding Ereshkigal, he makes his way to the head of the serpant. Without Priest to lead them, the fight against the other Angels easier.
"The millennia has dulled your wit," Lysandor tells him as he steps between him and his Queen. He raises his weapons to prepare for battle. "Or has the Host become so pathetic and desperate that they allow amatuers and fools to command?"
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Post by Ciel on Feb 24, 2008 13:03:08 GMT -6
Ciel has been knocked out for some time now. She did not see her Queen's melding with her darker half, nor did she hear Lysandor's words. She was cradled in a piece of street that was a bit away from all of the fighting and such.
In fact, she was almost close to being forgotten on her lovely little frozen piece of road. She stirred, but very slightly. Her breathing was ragged and her head had begun to throb.
When she would be able to finally make it to her feet, the angels that were left would have to watch themselves - she would be in a right state to kill when she finally woke.
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Post by Narrator on Feb 26, 2008 17:33:55 GMT -6
All The angels even those that were attacking Ciel are now are weary of Lysandor but baffled how to enter the void and not get shredded in the process.
Priest looks to Lysandor with a 'what now' look to his face. He sighs as he speaks to the fallen. "Remain out of the way sinner, lest you be stripped of your flesh by the sheering cold." his eyes sparkle with his growing frustrations. The giant Angel behind him looks to the fallen elite with no malice or discontent as he stands ready to defend 'Priest' should he give the order.
In the snow a black torrent forms behind Ereskigal in her mind. Like a wake from a boat the torrent stirs the snow and a bitter wind howls. the darkness grows over the young queen and swiftly lands hard between her wings and shoulders driving them both into the snowy banks.
FOOOM.... the snow explodes and into the cavernous underground of Ereskigal's subconsciousness they hurl. The darkness swallows them both and the void takes advantage of the situation immediately as they both plow into the soft damp soil, sending a thick rain of dust and lost thought into the air. All is still as the darkness withdraws into the dark and whispers to Ereskigal.
"Lost are the thoughts that little girls dream, deep into the caverns of lost thoughts they stream... Each little hope that becomes shattered by chance, The bittersweet soil, wet from tears of happenstance. Lost thoughts so easily thrown away, like this one, carelessly let astray. Now you must fight to keep what thought that has not washed away... Forever lost from your mind, leaving you to wander off and play... To seal your fate forever in this cavern of lost thoughts to stay!"
The darkness cackles as she circles the young queen laying in the dirt of the cavern. They have only been her for a few moments but Ereskigal already has begun to feel her thoughts wandering off in the darkness slowly loosing her ability to remain focused and centered.
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Post by Ereshkigal on Feb 26, 2008 18:44:51 GMT -6
Ereshkigal lets her breath out slowly feeling like a cracked cup with all the water slowly draining away. She doesn't bother trying to get up. Thoughts slip out through the cracks in her mind like butterflies swirling away.
Ciel kneeling, Hell in miniature, the moon rising over the towers of the palace, the ceaseless screaming of the abyss. Her desire to control it... Her need for that control. And she grabs for that thought literally wrapping her arms around it and hanging on.
Other thoughts slip away including a faint wry one...
"I hate riddles."
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Post by Lysandor on Feb 27, 2008 12:37:16 GMT -6
"I am not a coward who abandons those I have sworn to protect to save myself," Lysandor replies, standing his ground. His hands tighten somewhat on his weapons as his eyes flick to the huge Angel. The Elite turns slightly to keep both in his sight. "No matter how many centuries have passed, that will never change."
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Post by Narrator on Feb 29, 2008 15:52:35 GMT -6
Priest looks again to Lysandor with great disgust in his eyes. "You, sinner, are nothing but a coward. Your cowardice is more than evident by your current status -fallen-. The inability to stand for truth, consumed by bouts of insanity and wallowing in self pity. All the while worried about only yourself. What about those who depended upon you to do your duty... huh? Turned your back, let them to their fate... only to be torn from what dignity you may have once held... and for what... This? Stripped to your bare skin in futility to save your unclean queen? Yet still you dare mockery before the power of the angelic host with your pathetic posturing and vanity. Neigh, you are not worthy of my wrath, return to the festering stink hole that spat you out fallen... and beg for them to drag you back down to the ruin... where the wretched cowards and betrayers like you belong." At that he waves his hand at Lysandor like brushing away a pesky fly.
Deep in the cavern of Ereskigal's mind the darkness strips away bits of thoughts from the queen, Thoughts of mommy, long long ago slip away, the pets of childhood spill out and disappear. "Lost are they... gone from you now they fade to black. no way to get them back... like beans that fall from a hole in the sack... Bigger the hole gets when you try to pull them back... no way to plug the crack... out they all tumble like water from a tap." the darkness laughs again as her voice fills the darkness.
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Post by Ereshkigal on Feb 29, 2008 23:39:49 GMT -6
The former Queen does her best to let her memories go though tears trickle from her tightly shut eyes as she loses those precious memories. The thought of control jerks in her grip trying to float off with the others but she keeps her hold on it.
"Nothing else matters. Just this." She repeats the words like a mantra over and over her knuckles white with the strain of holding onto only the one thought while all of her mind slowly vanishes into darkness.
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