The Dark Realmz
IC Central [RPG ONLY] => "Ayenee Nexus: Where Imagination Knows No Bounds => RP Archives 2005-2019 => Topic started by: Aoi on October 04, 2008, 06:52:56 PM
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[align=center]The air felt thick,almost choking to Adio as he lay there on a roof overlooking the street side shops and venders below in silence the only sound eminating around him was the breif low pitched wails of his violin that lay next to him,still in perfect condition not one scratch or break but oh how it did wail indeed.
Adio's body fidgeted slightly head turning to look to the side where a maimed body lay quivering the blood gurling in the poor human's mouth..He lifted his hand to his lips tasting the blood that still clung fresh to his teeth lips and tounge.
He felt sick which was slightly akward considering he couldnt become sick like a human maybe the young man had to many ales before Adio had literaly ripped into him..?..Ripped into him,why would Adio do that anyway?..He didn't need to feed this often let alone feed with such disgusting manners..The young man's blood pooled from his lifeless body dripping over the side for a while before dribbling onto a passer-by who saw the hand of the dead man dangling over the side of the roof..Adio heard the woman scream and scrambeled to get up falling twice before actully stepping off the other side of the building plumeting down he landed onto a smaller building a wearhouse it seemed to be before he collapsed again his body hidden against the angeled roof.
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"This isnt right..''
He muttered his right hand clasping still to his violin and the bow the violin giving another low wail.
"Silence you.''
He muttered his chest heaving up and down in raspy breaths.
His skin was almost translucent his veins showing more prominently almost animated fully against his flesh.
Trying to move once more to keep his form moving he'd jerk a pain shooting through his head he snarled hands clutching against the side of it in attempts to try and dull it but the pain seemed to radiate from his head down to his chest it literaly felt like he was having some form of seziure or a heart-attack but the second option was totaly out of the question..His snarls where heard by what seemed to be the citys guards that had been dispatched high above back on the roof attending to remove the boy's body Adio had killed finding it rather difficult due to the fact everything seemed to turn to well,fall apart when they tryed to lift the body up.
There! On the wearhouse!
Adio's eyes peered toward where he saw the outline of the guard his vision blurring he almost dizzy..He had to move,he had to keep going..
He didnt though he stood up slowly his face blank and sorrowful as normal as the guards came to a hault on the ground below.
killer!
"I did no such thing you speak of.''
what,why was he lieing for..His voice held a shallow cold yet continuously poetic softness to it.
Lies abomination the smell of blood is thick on you!
"I am a vampire so that would be natural no?''
Before adio could react he felt something hit him in the join of the shoulder and sink in..Autumn eyes turned looking down at what seemed to be a rather lengthy throwing knife..He reached up clasping his fingers around the handle and yanking it out slowly holding it up infront of his face he looked at it the blade's reflection glinting in his eyes that slowly became a deep amber color as he turned his gaze back to the guards as he ran his tounge acrossed the blade.
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"Your going to poke your eye out with these useless pointed sticks.''
A soft cold laugh came from his pale thin lips as he let the knife drop once he drew his violin and bow up to him.
Ballad07: Redemption
Small refracting bits of light appeared around Adio as he began to play,they seemed endless and in fact the small bits of light where what seemed to be needles that slowly began to solidify as Adio played on and then struck his bow acrossed the strings causing it to streak sending the projectiles straight at the guards who screamed moving in any which was they could only to be impayled in the eyes,throat or any other unarmor spot of their body with the 4inch needles..Adio lowered the violin looking down at the quivering bodies of the guards,some groaning others not even able to scream if they wanted to or not do to the projectiles pericing their throat there in their vocal cords by chance as well.
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he turned setting his bow and violin in the large but slender metal case that formed between his wings before it would close itself the metal glinting in the pale darkness.
"So Pointless.''
He muttered his voice strained almost as if he was in pain but still held in his voice with the newer shallow coldness that ripped into the silence that fell around the city as he lept from the wearhouse roof coming to a soft landing on the ground below he swayed his amber eyes almost seemingly swirling with blood itself..he walked slowly to an open park his metal case clanking to the ground infront of him as he fell to his knees his body sprawling half way against the violin case as he seemed to be shivering now choking noises it would seem coming from between his thin lips as he lay there..He could feel his fangs brushing just faintly against his bottom lip,his skin was normal looking again,Pale..But oh he felt so utterly diffrent..Yet this feeling it was overwhelming he felt almost energized had he forgotten what blood was like in his system? no. A vampire couldn't forget such a distinct thing.
Heartbeats,he heard them..everywhere...
Adio gave out another choking sound as he moaned his hand resting over the front of his throat soft pops of his bones heard as if his body was readusting,fixing itself..The shoulder wound from the throwing knife had healed now as he layed against the cold metal of his case trying to catch his breath his eyes peering at the ground the color of them seemingly standing out against the darkness.
Silence fell over his form as he lay there in the park against the still warm grass his dark hair strewn against the metal case and his cheek pressed against the coldness of the case the choking sounds idly returning at times his body fidgeting twitching and the soft sound of bone residing..His aura had become thick and dark..The innocence his form held most of the time dwindling his sweetness,caring figure seemingly becoming more distant and shallow.
He had awoken and more hell would ensew.[/align]
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[align=center] .:Moonlight Sonata:. [/align]
[align=justify:74a47f17da]Every crimson tear that trickled only to splash over the moonlight shadowed tombstone in black splashes like ink from the diffusion of darkness. Event the moon hung in the night sky like a cruel portrait portending the curses that had been placed on 'their' love. This is what this all was⦠a punishment. It had to be a punishment because nothing could be this cruel, not to a heart torn to shreds by loss and devastation. The rain, it fell. Or there they her tears of some twisted deal of fate- the way tarot cards spell out doom. Cards dealing out her destiny like a cruel smile: one the tower, two the devil and her⦠the fool. Alchemy had no concept of time, just how long she had been draped over his tombstone like a child cradling into its mother while she lay beaten in the mud and halo crowned puddles. Red roses wilted. Each single petals being plucked by the hands of ghosts only to be thrown into those pools of abysmal spheres that cast memories of how life was in his arms; how sweet his lips had been against hers under the same moonlight where tonight she mourned. Endlessly her tears fell, silently.
The shadows had taken her beloved or that which she could explain to herself without becoming frustrated at her own benign ignorance. For quite sometime she had lived in this world ignoring the darkness and evils that men do. Being one with the night, once had a beautiful romantic appeal, a glamorous life- had she known that it would soon all turn into bitter lament, Alchemy would not have taken the same path. Taken his hand and be bequeathed to his fiery kiss. It was an existence of darkness and pain, but never as bad as this⦠not this nightmare where not even in daylight could Alchemy find the solace of satin and silk. Sleep found no rest, only his eyes opened wide, blood trickling out from the corner of his mouth while the darkness dragged in back into its unholy maws, devoured before her very eyes. Sobs, whimpers and mumbled verses of the one song he had adored, the sound sweet to the ears- a melody hummed in a beautifully sorrowful din, Moonlight Sonata. Anarchy used to play it on the pianoforte for her, when the world was blessed with his perfection and music.
Sonnets whirling around in her tormented mind, and soon it would only be a matter of time when once again Alchemy would have to drag her body from his frozen embrace beneath the bereaving angel. Saturated white lace hem being hauled through the mud and across the sodden tassels of long grass; the cemetery unkempt to any mortal attention of remembrance⦠here only the forgotten were buried but her love would never be one of those. Pale ashen skin reflected by the opalesque moonlight creating a monochromatic appeal when in contrast to sable tresses flagging behind her. Haunting⦠how she must have looked like a ghost drifting through the rows of broken rock and corroded angels with saddened faces, bowing low as their silent tears went unheard. It was every night, she too felt like one of these angels that had broken free from her marble prison only to see the death in the world⦠the murder of her heart and love. Stolen from her hands that helplessly grabbed at the darkness which took him, only to lose the battle for the war had already been lost when she took the life of another vampire, stabbing him through the heart while his human victim screamed in horror.
Alchemy should have known better than to save a mortal, one who scrambled to his feet only to run and alert the âhuntersâ known as âThe Order of the Crimson Crossâ a secret society of priests dedicated to the eradication of vampires; or those who protected them. To them vampires were the scourge of all that was wholesome and holy. The devils concubines. Heavily cloaked monk-like figures all bearing a scarlet cross to the backs. Nothing else was visible and not even humans knew who they were in the daylight⦠but in the night, they were monsters. More monstrous than her and her beloved Anarchy. Had she ever taken a mortal life? Stolen it from the grace and light of âGodâ? Of course⦠as it was in her nature to admire beauty, it was also in her nature to take that which was beauty and possess it forever. Mortals aged but in her memory they would forever remain beautiful. And every night she fell in love just like every night she mourned her loverâs resting place where his last mark of identity remained⦠she knew he was nothing but dust but even in death, you stay beside the ones youâve loved.
In the darkness of Alchemyâs animated soul, she had no desire to continue with this torturous existence, but she had no desire not to ever dance beneath the moonlight again, clutched to the victim she had just drained, waltzing. Swaying together while her grasp gripped their limp bodies tight, the last ribbon of blood decorating their throats like a ruby charm before leaving them to decay; everything decayed in the end, even endless eternal love. Anarchy would have wanted her to continue, to not be sad from his departure of this world and to always remember that he would be waiting for her on the other side. Was there another side? All she that was real was the cold splashes of rain against her skin, dampening her long ravenesque hair⦠the rhombus of crystal beads adorning the sides of her cheeks and delicate hands. Coldness was real, love was not- winters and summers pass but this coldness always remains. Once it had been in her soul, now it was in her heart and even though it felt like it was breaking⦠she would welcome the splintered shards perforating her flesh, only to bleed again. To feel again. [/align:74a47f17da]
[align=center] .:Temptation:.
âI canât keep living like this.â
âEverything I have is yours.
âAnd you can take it, or leave it.â
âEvery second counts.â[/align]
[align=justify:74a47f17da]Waking from a delirious consciousness, bare feet splashing in the puddles as they padded across rain-drenched pavement âPitter patter! Pitter patterâ on tottered heel. Slender arms outstretched as digits splayed⦠catching the drops of crystalline gems as they fell from the black heavens. Clouds rolled, the distant sound of thunder rumbling in the distance, lightening flashing illuming the paleness of her wintry flesh, bled of all color except for those lush ruby-red lips. Crimson orbs fluttering shyly behind long, silky lashes- even they kept their gaze to the oily puddles only to save her self from being exposed by the mortals who wished for her kinds death. Murder⦠even mortals murdered, paying the penalty by attending church and being resolved of their sins simply because they had admitted to the guilt, staining themselves with the sin. Alchemy prayed every night, just not to the same infertile figurehead mortal man did, and she did not brand her flesh with the regret of sin. The people she had killed⦠deserved to die. Predators feeding off the weaker animals of society. She too was a predator and even those can fall to the jaws of another, more potent predator.
She killed the rodents of human society indiscriminately, having no prejudice in the criminals who served themselves to dark arms and dark charms. Life was a gamble, death was also a gamble⦠and it was all games of dog eat dog, the only question there truly was, who would get eaten and who would eat? Reminiscing the screams of her last victim, a decadent fellow who lured children into dark alleys, tempting them with sweet candy only to wrap his blade around their throats and tamper with their innocent parts while they cried, tears falling as his evil was reflected in their eyes. A madman who saw his own reflection, in his own psychosis that the devil wasnât him, it was in the eyes of the children⦠so he cut them out and replaced them with coins. In reality, he squealed like a stuck pig as she was preening his stitches with needles; legs kicking beneath him only to be pushed back against the wall and pierced harder⦠suspending him from the ramparts of iron like a marionette. In feeding upon the rot of human filth, she too had been branded a âkillerâ, hunted every night, just the same as she mourned every night. A vicious circle waiting to be broken. A link in the chain waiting to be unlocked and a new key discovered.[/align:74a47f17da]
[align=center]âIâll go anywhere with you, just wrap me up in chainsâ¦â
ââ¦stay with me. Just stay with me!â
âYou must only think of me.â
âNo⦠donât go!â[/align]
[align=justify:74a47f17da]Every night the same voices⦠they torment her with their cries and sad effigies. All the ghosts of the night following her like faithful paramounts lapping at her heels. Ethereal gossamer sheer in the mitigated illumination of celestial golden lances piercing the tempestuous firmament as rubies danced in her eyes. Vivaciously energies soared, on blackened wings with the unfurling hatreds of wind- a black angel searching for her light. If light remained in this world, still. Her hands would cradle it, treasure it for always in the tenderness of her palm, as she would a perfumed rose. Mystery and secrets haunted her heart as she wandered the city streets⦠passing strangers only giving second glance due to her obvious distress and every man wanting to play hero offering double-talk and Samaritan intentions only to be received by deaf ears and a glance askance with those burning crimson eyes. Lips of the darkest reds not beguiling smile of benevolence- kindness frozen from her emotions, this night. For once she wanted to feel less human and more like a monster. A demon of night, a lover of darkness.
A passionate sigh escaping⦠bouquets of cemetery and sundown; shadows dancing in dreams of stabbing descent of white attire becoming sheerer as rain drenched her though, laced bodice exposing tasteful skin and elegant topography. Sophistication emanating should any observerâs study of fluid motion. Alchemy giving the impression of floating above the soiled mud-spattered pavement rendering her visage without reflection. In the echoes of timeless night, a tune captivated her psyche. Music playing, poignant in melancholy and only one such as herself could truly appreciate its quality and regretful cadence⦠amalgamating with the storms howls and despondent harmonies. Was it from some dream or nightmare? The tune Alchemy didnât instantly recognize, maybe it was some unknown composer sitting out on a rail, playing to the darkness and all its magnificent elements? It was the mystery that inspired her curiosity to find the answer her heart craved to know. She had an appreciation of beauty⦠and this music was undeniably⦠beautiful.[/align:74a47f17da]
[align=center]-|.What spread of lies arise when lovers die. Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive?.|-[/align]
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[align=center]His energy surged as he forced himself up his head craning back to look at the sky everything seemed so new all over again..the smells the sounds..everything had heightened itself beyond what his norm was.The music that had broken through the night was only to be canceled out from it's master's own voice which rattled through the air in a sickening droaned out roar only showing how much pain he felt how much sorrow even in this state of his blood awakening after all these years,all these god forsaken years.
He had never been human..Oh a pure blood's life was Horrific yet Beautiful.
The rain had soaked him to the very bone, his fine materiel clothing hugging against him dappled with blood and mud as he picked the great metal case with his right hand throwing it over his shoulder without the slightest feeling of fatigue.
A disease of the mind...
It can control you...
It's too close for comfort...
Puddle's exploding within themselves the sweet smell of a female..where was she and her of any other around..Why was she out in this rain..this hell?.>His feet shifted as he ran along the dark alleyways of the area the cold air chilling his skin beyond what deafness it already was and the rain pattering against him stinging him in such false numbness a human would consider needle like pain.
"..."
No words spoken only action as his figure nearly faltered as he came into the main-street of the area.
Where the hell did all these people come from?
It was a city,so really to some point in Acknowledgment this wasn't much of a surprise clearly...he looked back at the great metal case over his shoulder then to the people in the street walking to god knows where.
"...Worth a shot.''
He muttered before at the minute he breathed out his body phased between three people...still running.
"..Move!"
He snarled as he ran on his shoes clacking against the road before finally he had gotten through the crowd and he slid to a stop.
Did he loose track of the woman?..where did she go?
His head craned back,left,right,behind..looking around trying to figure out what he had done to go down a wrong street possibly or lose the smell of the woman..he hadn't lost the smell though awkwardly enough it was more profuse then the crowded main-street area and why it caught his interest he didn't know..Void black wings (when outstretched 20ft) hung like to dark guardians on either side the rain rolling off without dampening the feathers..
Oh what a puzzle he was.[/align]
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[align=center].:Sorrow:.
âWhat happens when lovers die?â
âThe heart of a dove can be so fragileâ
âThen what is the use of a heart?â
âWhen love dies?â
âThe world cries in sorrowâ¦â[/align]
[align=justify:fe1cf3b4fb]Lamented words filled her thoughts with blackened dreams and blackened thoughts, a shattered heart can pierce even the most protected treasures. The coldness of rain feeling like needles sticking into every inch of exposed flesh. Tiny prickles of ice bringing their hidden hexes⦠this voodoo doll had wits veins well used- the scars of mars still inflicted her arms; the crosses of her burdens. Life had been an eternal struggle, wrists wrung in crimson ribbons where razors had cut seeking a frosty salvation to a stone where her name would be written but never having the sweet words of passing. Not like her love, and not like her heart. It too had been sealed in a crypt of its own, long dead, a useless thing only an effigy to Hellenic summer. White flesh plagued with a wintry blue chill, lips once red now a deep opulent purple- Luna Indigo an ode to omens ill-forgot and ill-spent. Life does continue and sadly so for those cursed like herself⦠it continues⦠on and on⦠and on.
Saturnine gleaming iridescence streamed through her sable locks, creating a depth and additional dimension to the sodden streams damp over her shoulders and ghostly white gathered at her breast with the tapestry of lilac and plum blooms. Delicate. Even in the crowd, despite her obvious uniqueness, no mortal seemed to notice her and many times Alchemy had questioned herself âAm I invisible?â only to have the voices in her head haunt her in their reply. A tormented flaw Alchemy possessed was that all her victims would haunt her until her ash blew in the winds to liberate their sorrowful souls. Indeed, the melancholy injected its poison into her veins⦠in the end, even her dead where going to leave her. Mortals passed her by, their movement slow compared to hers and even their radiant auraâs streamed through the torrents of crystalline fluid in rainbow perfection. Prisms informing Alchemy just what type of people they were beneath the surface where every wound bleed under the scabs of pretended faultlessness ⦠no mortal was perfect.
Angelic head bowing down as tiny shoulders lifted up, arms in crux against her chest, hiding the scars but never able to hide the scars⦠on the inside. Every human had demons on their backs, faces blurring only to melt with blackness; ink paintings running only to reveal the disease beneath. Mouths spreading to gaping orifice like spawn to suck in the essence and souls of those walking oblivious through the rain. Alchemy could see them, those black demons. Strangers in the rain, umbrellas dancing in the halo of every street lamp, every gilded crest of light came with a price of shadow. Voyagers of the soul-harvest. No wonder the streets were so busy, these demons posing as humans in order to spread the taint of corruption rapidly spreading. It wasnât that she cared at all for mortals, but there were those who had yet to tarnish their innocence by sin⦠Alchemy didnât kill those free of sin.[/align:fe1cf3b4fb]
[align=center]âDo you not see their inky faces scratching at the mask?â
âIt is all in your mind because you are full of regret.â
â⦠no not regret, only heavy with the burden of being their Angel of Death!â
âEverything comes with a burden, even my words of consolation.â
âYour words fill me with dread, for the coming of galiâahâtoz will not grant me peace. I am one of the damned.â[/align]
Perhaps these tainted, souls burning from the darkness couldnât see her- a nemesis destined to fight them, eradicate them from the bowels of satanic chalice. An abyss all of her own to sit in loneliness while sharpening the scythe of her benediction⦠purification of devils and demons in these cities of angels. Devils and Angels⦠was there even any difference between two evils, did not both kill for their own means and justices? Mind raced, images flashing through those artic catacombs his face, the way his hair flagged in the winds caress. How his eyes sparkled with an inner light⦠and that light had been stolen from her, thrown to the darkness- and she would have to fight to get it back. And fight she would, until this darkness had been leeched out like a sickness⦠an epidemic virus.[/align]
[align=center].:Revelation:.
âWaitâ¦â
âWhy? What is it?â
âsssh! Let me see, let me think without your intrusion on my senses!â
âDo you sense him?â
âHIM!!â[/align]
Stopping still in the rain, figures and shadows bumping into her but still oblivious to her presence. Turning to look at one while speaking out aloud âHey! Watch it!â then casting her gaze upwards towards the cloud portended moon. Scarlet eyes narrowing, mind extracting to find the details uttered by the voices drifting on her psychic pall⦠another??. Alchemy wasnât sure if her senses were correct or if they were being made a mockery- it happened from time to time. It was like a time slip and usually happened in the presence of demons giving her only a tunnel perception. This had been the first night her âchargeâ was being ignored, other than the fact there was too many of these demons of darkness to vanquish.. if so, then Alchemy would run the risk of being exposed and she could not afford to let that happen.
Detection would mean every one of them within the city would rush to devour her, the power of her source was what they sought in devouring a âSoul-Dealerâ, one who released trapped souls or removed them from earthly bonds. The task was a difficult one, having to choose between what was wrong and what was right brought serious question to own ethics and morals that she had when alive. Her will was not her own. At the end of her penance⦠maybe then she would be able to find peace at her dead lovers side. Here she would remain, standing in the rain looking towards the direction of the west, facing the rain as it thrashed down even harder on her intense features.
Watching and waiting for HIM
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[align=center]Thoughts thrashed against his mind as he ran along the darkness yet again and still he wished he'd just stop and forget everything.
[s:ec39fd8de5]That woman,was just another face in the crowd[/s:ec39fd8de5]
Black hair clung demandingly to his pale features with each step it seemed never to loosen and move freely with his actions,his wings brushing against random objects in the alley way a crashing tin bucket startling him causing him to slip crashing briefly to the ground before staggering up pawing at the ground he raced on and on until..
[s:ec39fd8de5]He stopped.[/s:ec39fd8de5]
Amber eyes that seemed to swim against the dark recluses of the shadows that hung lifeless against his features peered at the woman in disbelief.
"....The cold..Doesn't it bother you?''
No introduction,only straight forward words ushered from his pale thinly set rosy lips upon his rather uniquely feminine face..Everything seemed to slow down around him his clothing relaxing his wings bustling no longer yet his hair greedily clung against his skull and face causing his amber eyes to resemble the dull light in the eyes of jack-o-lantern caught in the very rain that pelted their dead bodies this night.
A silence lingered with him that seemed to rake away at any other's senses when they were in proximity of him and yet the dark obsidian violin remained with him like some lost puppy always at it's masters hand begging to be played and admired..Always admired..
Adio loved that violin..it was the only thing he loved.
The world changed he did not he was stuck in a time that sadness was the only way of life,when even the most meager things could bring joy,but even then the happiness didn't last long.
[s:ec39fd8de5]Cause And Effect,The Foundation Of Life.[/s:ec39fd8de5]
Adio waited for a response not once coaxing her to speak or moving his eyes from the visage of her own he had no carnal needs like many rather disgusting men acquired through media or rather much so personal taste...He had grown up from just a babe to become rather close with his parents and his brother who later suffered a mental break down at age 20 and managed to kill their mother and father and leave their bodies in cold blood in their very bedroom holding each other as they did each night as they slept to be warm to be there for each other in their dreams and in their comfort..
[s:ec39fd8de5]Oh how Adio loathed happiness in some form,To be Happy Was To Be Miserable After all.[/s:ec39fd8de5]
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[align=center] "....The cold..Doesn't it bother you?''[/align]
[align=justify:f99d024226]Nothing really bothered her⦠not anymore. Shifting in the rain as it splashed against her solemn, pale features in both a portrayal of beauty and haunting. Indeed Alchemy was one of those desolate ones, forsaken by the fangs that had once so lovingly embraced her; what did it matter anyway⦠all things die, eventually. She did not look upon the man with the usual wanting he may have been accustomed to in the solace of the night, or the ghostly caress of the violin that remained strapped against his back like a weapon. All she knew was that he was not one of the demons walking amongst the living, jumping from back to back and devouring their essence in one voracious gulp. That was her mission in the Unlife, to rid those of having to lose their loved ones in the same fashion she did⦠helpless, useless, weaponless. Studying him with those intense crimson orbs, seeking to see a vision behind those rosy lips and handsome visage- to catch a glimpse of the soul help precious within like a sacred jewel.[/align:f99d024226]
[align=justify:f99d024226]âNothing bothers me Sir, only the shadows in the darknessâ¦.the shadows that arenât supposed to be there for they have no bodies which to belong to.â An obtuse retort Alchemy was sure, but would he get it? Would he even care to know the battles all species were deemed to face should this plague be permitted to continue. This taint of corruption that inked its poisons along the streets, in the gutters and in each tiny droplet of rain as it fell to nourish the thirsty ground below the tempestuous heavens. Perhaps music was the only pleasure this world deserved to hear⦠the music of a funeral dirge echoing through the catacombs of graves and crypts. Maybe she shouldnât care what become of these insects. Insects, as her sire liked to call them. What her love thought them as⦠puny, insignificant bugs under a larger spectrum of scrutiny. Her heart could never be as cruel as his, but so long as he loved her, those negative discrepancies were easy to look over, to sweep under the mat like a dark curse- he had been her beloved curse.[/align:f99d024226]
[align=center]âHe wishes to bleed you dryâ¦â
âThat vampire whose eyes dance like amber-fire!â
âHushâ¦. Hush precious childe, let me play you another lullabyâ
âBefore you slip in the ignorance of another dreamâ¦â
ââ¦.no another nightmare.â[/align]
[align=justify:f99d024226]Those damnable voices speaking in the silence of her mind, forever taunting her sanity- the voices of those demons she had already purged their fleshy hosts into eternal peace. Alas, now they were her constant burdens; her ghosts to carry. Inside was a turmoil of storms and melancholy⦠on the outside she was as serene as the ocean on the calmest of summery days; nothing gave her madness away; nothing. In the rain it all seemed cliché, ironic even⦠both creatures of their own darkness, holding dear the weapons of their artistry. Indeed music could calm the savage beast, but the sword had its reckoning no mercenary could deny- that sword made her feel alive, beguiling the power of true faith, conviction and justice. An angel of mercy or mercilessness? âDoes the cold bother you? The way it clings to your soul and threatens to tear your heart from its prison. Does it make your wings dread another frozen embrace as they comb the darkness looking for new sorrows!?â He may be a brilliant musician, but Alchemy was a poet of some cynical, morbid natures.[/align:f99d024226]
[align=center]To her, this night⦠they were both creatures of chance and destiny. Now, it was all a matter of how and when would they both be put to the test.[/align]
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[align=center]Adio stayed unmoving as he looked at the girl with sunken amber eyes.
âNothing bothers me Sir, only the shadows in the darknessâ¦.the shadows that arenât supposed to be there for they have no bodies which to belong to.â
"The playings of insanity I take it,the shadows that speak but have no name no shape no face to them?''
His head would cant obsidian hair falling to the side of his face shadowing one sunken feature of an eye as he watched her like some predatory bird that had lost it's hunger for flesh.
âDoes the cold bother you? The way it clings to your soul and threatens to tear your heart from its prison. Does it make your wings dread another frozen embrace as they comb the darkness looking for new sorrows!?â
A simple smirk adorned such pallor of features that seemed such in shallow emotion.
"No,My birth is my silence the cold my kiss goodnight.''
A poetic one he was as well,he may have an instrument but that held different qualities of different things,different reasons and different desires..
Adio saw nothing in women,yes he was of the different side of the road so to speak but he still reveled in the different ways bodies showed uniqueness in.
"My wings are my freedom I would never shun such a unique gift.''
He gave another crooked smile.
[s:8bb74cab47]A crooked smile to hide the pain.[/s:8bb74cab47][/align]
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[align=justify:fbbd048303]Alchemy returned the crooked smile. At least he was not like the other men, drooling, and mindless beasts all seeking some fancy trick to soothe their own lack of ego or tolerance of the miserable lives they truly lived. Despite the rain and the chill of night, she felt quite at home, wandering upon a never-ending quest to rid the roads and cities of scum and demons. All the faces and places were the same, just sometime there was a slight variation in the presentation of it⦠the way fortune or misfortune presented itself either on gold or rusty platters. Sure enough this one was just as cynical and just as smart as she; but⦠what side of the darkness and light did he relish in? That was the tasty question drifting over her frozen apertures just dying to be spoken. A poet no less, one of mystery and music- but certainly not removed from the tarnish that human society branded upon the flesh, even if far removed from humanity.[/align:fbbd048303]
[align=center]âMaybe he is one of the tarnished ones. The Harvesters of Souls?â
âShall we dine tonight my love on his insides while our fingers play his heartstrings like a harp?â
âWhat dark fun could be had with this stranger of the night, with his violin and sorrowful eyesâ¦â
âI love the eyes the most. I suck on them like chocolates!â
âEskapayn, you are one sick puppyâ¦.â[/align]
[align=justify:fbbd048303] This woman played nothing to mind, nor took notice of the predatory gaze if any inflicted on her form. It wasnât as if she had never seen such a gaze before. And no doubt he would be the last to look her in such a way that made her feel like a chocolate éclair on a plate while some fat man licked his parched lips with the length of pustular tongue. Envisioning she was some kind of pastry to have with a double mocha late in the afternoon sun. Surely he would humor her, just as she would humor him⦠passing odd cynical quirks and proverbs of pain and lament. Alchemy knew he would have stories to tell, wondrous stories of fate and tragedy. This strangers words were surely beautiful, enchanting even in the bitter and emotionless way they had been spoken, and in return she could seem equally cold⦠if not artic frozen to all benign and sympathetic emotions- after all she was a vampire. A stolen soul, not born⦠cursed.
âAhâ¦â The word drifted over those blizzard embraced lips, the sound a choir of death and angels all in unison with the other. In her life, she had been a singer- one who was paid a pretty penny to sit there on stage and sing like a caged bird. And that was how she felt⦠caged. âNone of us should shun a gift, even if it is more a curse⦠then again who am I to say what is a gift and what is a curse?â Alchemy spoke only by her own experience and n reference to herself and lessons in life and Unlife. Never would she assume or think for another being⦠most were more complex than they appeared to be when approached in a respect of gentry. It was easy to tell he was no commoner simply by the way he dressed and the quality of workmanship to the violin on his back. Perhaps he had made it himself or taken from his first victim? Played to honor the life he took from those crimson lips he spoke with.[/align:fbbd048303]
[align=center]âHe is a killer just like the rest of them, you know?â
âHush now, you should never speak ill of the dead!â
âNot her you twit. HIM. A killer, just like you, just like meâ¦â
â⦠and just like HER!!â[/align]
[align=justify:fbbd048303]Those voices never did shut up, it was this constant gabble that really got on her nerves and it showed in the impatience of her voice to still them. There was no remedy and there was no cure. âThen perhaps I should not look the dead horse in the mouth in regards to my gift either⦠â Shugging her shoulders as if finally a revelation dawned on her, was it better to be dead than alive after all? At least she would taste the sorrows on her tongue, taste the salt from her tears when the darkness finally won. It was all the same, why trade one darkness for another.[/align:fbbd048303]
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Pale features lifted up to look at the sky as it rained down needles against their skin.
"Many speak to you I believe what these voices say theses beings im sure is a rather foolish statement indeed but I will not rule out my own nature,I kill to live..and live for only myself and my love Reita the only one who filled the never-ceasing gape in my heart..Forbidden fruit so to speak it's rather uncommon for men to love and pleasure eachother to many people..I find it..''
Sunken pale features peered back down.
"Paradise,nothing a woman could ever suffice even though any form i see laden in any light is a different work of god himself but my Reita,oh he's perfection of the vampiric soul himself..I made a good choice when I turned him..I Love him and he loves me as well without any persuasion.''
He gave a quaint smirk as if he found something amusing.
"Im a performer I sing and play my violin or guitar..I dont steal instruments I buy what I need like a human would do,of course even though I was never one I do have manners.''
A soft laugh that seemed to rattle in his throat died off soon after.
"Why do you wonder the streets many woman do not like such an environment for varying reasons I mean no offense or insult I merely ask...I've been more close to women in the fact of seeing them as guardians and the teachers more then lovers,I do not see their bodies as something of the like of Cattle..Thats barbaric.''
A slight cant of the head caused shadowed color hair to fall over one sunken amber eye.
"Im sorry I was rambling and No,I can't hear if it's true those voices in your mind I just feel as if there are more opposing forces then your own thoughts..I can read minds but not to that sort of level.''
His features seemed to become stale now,a slight adjustment to his liprings with his fingers and he awaited her response not once interupting.
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[align=justify:e1e1cf284f]All this lonely traveler could do was shift her features and grant a soft nod in response of his situation and preferences, gentleman lovers was nothing new to her; quite a few in the covenant she once called home shared quite the same passion of the gentry. Alchemy had heard it once said that males made better companions for they were less shifty and less like to betray, whereas it was in womanâs nature to seek wealthier spheres and twist emotions in a manipulative way. In her mind she knew that her own lover had sought the affection of one or two male companions, and who was Alchemy to judge- all had their rights in the company they kept regardless of how human society may have viewed it. They were not mortals; therefore, mortal rules affected them not⦠it was how it was, the dead should never cross over to play the puppet to one which no longer applies. All creatures above and below had a purpose in whatever cards they had been dealt, hers obviously had been to die young, then return like some dark angels to even darker streets and protect those who had no means of doing it themselves.
Yes, she was haunted- like her sire had stated, she needed blood to live. That she had to drink blood to live. Alchemy had decided then, that she would only take from those who took life themselves and treated it cheaply like a wasted penny. Usually Alchemy used a coin to seal their fate, tossing it high up into the air and reacting on whichever side had fallen. Their fate was chosen by the fates themselves, her hand was only but the tool used to sever their existence to a far better deserving hell. Casually she kept her wits about her, eyes casting askance to the dark corners of the street every so often before resuming eye contact with the artistic stranger- the one of music and a sense of mystique about him. However, she listened attentively when he spoke of his âloverâ, and she too remembered how that feeling once was⦠then again she also knew all things die, but one thing that was eternal⦠was love. In her heart she still held a lamented love for her âamoureuxâ, burying it softly, deep into heart and gilding it with garlands of flowers⦠decorating her heart like a tomb.
Listening as he spoke, eyes watching the shadows still lingering in the gloomy vistaâs of the night, only stirred by the daggers of cold rain. Narrowing slightly as eyesight adjusted to pierce those shadows deeper and see into them just what truly coveted itself in the darkness. Demons⦠monsters⦠parasites of essence⦠she was sure that he must have known about them, the way they cowered into the night. Waiting and watching for the moment when defenses were down only to strike out from the fog like phantom-serpents; dragging them back into the darkness to scream their last scream. So, this one was a vampire by birth? Alchemy had heard of them, but had never actually seen one until this night. Her sire shunned the âtrue bloodsâ. Eskapayn was a ruthless man, a secretive man with quite a few curses to cloak him- one from the old land- though it was safe to assume the name they knew him by was not his âtrueâ identity. Some called him a savior, others a martyr but most⦠a devil! Some whispers even said that he was the one responsible for these demonic half-breeds that strived to eradicate vampires. Other whispers said they were created by his scorned lover.
Who was to say what was lie or truth. The only facts she knew was that despite his growing numbers, the over covenant elders feared him. Why, she did not know nor did Alchemy care- her purpose was to rid the streets of as many of these sons of bitches possible. No doubt she would be punished, starved or receive some other form of loathing from him⦠but whatever punishment that was served, would be just as sweet as one of those demons dying. It was all a vicious circle, prey becoming the prey of some other enemy; it was the way of things and the way they had always been since the dawn of creation. Indeed, vampires were beautiful creatures to behold, even worship but in the end, they all were nothing but monsters. Whether they dined on the living unwillingly, had donors or took lovers- in the end, under the flesh- they all were nothing but monsters. Even she. Alchemy had no delusions on her status of things; she knew what she was and had accepted it with a grain of salt. The only sacrifice she had to make was to allow Eskapayn his payment without protest.
Eskapayn adored his forbidden fruits and desires in both males and females, he indulged himself in the fancy of whatever flavor caught his appetite. It was why she came to the conclusion that he had her lover removed from the picture; either he wanted to possess him or he wanted to possess her- perhaps it was jealousy of both. For, whatever love and affection had been given unto him by both her and her lover; it had only been due to commitment to the covenant, a chore to be done⦠not heart given. Deep down inside Eskapayn must be a very lonely and bitter creature⦠beautiful to behold just like an apple on the outside, but rotten beneath the exterior. Since her loverâs demise, he had been more demanding both physically and sexually. Sometimes Eskapayn liked to watch while she and two of his other male lovers adorned and writhed over one another like copulating serpents. Perverse entertainments passed his miserable time away while he sat there watching in the darkness sipping on his glass of red elixir like a madman.
Shifting from her spot, head tilting slightly to allow the streams of glistening black to fall over her left shoulder, attire of white more skin toned to allow the milky whiteness to show through. Pursed lips now slowly parting as if to reply to his words only to hold back a moment as she contemplated his words and whether or not her response was even necessary. Alchemy disliked anyone who spoke for the sheer sake of it, bearing nothing of relevance or importance- she loathed speaking just for the means of replying without any purpose. Usually she barely spoke at all, of course other than the voices speaking through her thoughts; interrupting and pesky. A sigh escaping barely audible in the pitter and splatter of rain that fell from the ebony heavens. âI roam the streets because it serves a better purpose than remaining in a hive like an imprisoned queen waiting for the drones to bring her some honey!â She smirked a little, the corners of her mouth lifting into a sphere of effrontery.
âSome of us play music while others prefer to dance!â Another shift of the lips to suggest and exhibit a smirk that was not at all shy in its brashness. Her reference to the dance was to fight, his instruments was that of the one he visibly carried and referred to, whereas hers were of steel- sharp instruments designed to sing as they swept through the air, a shrill sound⦠but one undeniably beautiful to her. âMy home is rather indolent; I seek not the pretense of refinery while baring my fangs into the neck of infants or drunken harlots, to me that is hypocritical. I prefer a victim that has the means and ability to fight back- a chance, just like the roll of a dice⦠or a flip of a coin.â Shrugging softly., a moments repose taken⦠âBarbaric indeed⦠but then again, barbarism is only a part of the human nature most find difficult to abandon because without it, they are no longer human. It is funny how some hold onto misgivings like they are a blessing, meanwhile only harboring a curse they are best without.â
The voices in her head had given up their attempt at torment, be it her sire, the ghost of victims or wayward hapless demons trying to elude their own fates from the blade of her weapon- or was it a meager attempt at them portraying a conscious she no longer possessed? It was all insignificant in the end, just like everything else in all attempt to bring happiness, misery or bitterness; emotion was a guiltless thing. âRambling? Not at all⦠rambling would be a jumble of words, uninteresting to the ear and motionless to the psyche; something that in response brings no returning contemplation or thought!â Alchemy thought she would clarify that before continuing with her own vernacular musings. âMine are not thoughts⦠more like⦠intrusions! A means to try and divert my attention from more central designs; perhaps because nothing else will respond to them and they like the sound of their own voices despite the provocation of them, even in their own minds and spheres. I would much rather the silence.â
Taking a moments pause. âThere are others like me, but with less conviction walking or prowling the streets of this city, searching for whatever it is their master craves. I however, have my own plans- even if he is unaware of them. It is better to mask than to show ones true face when amidst the hunters- better in pretense to be a slave than to show them just what really awaits them in the shadows they hold sacrosanct. Donât you think?â Alchemy knew that if she was faithful in her cause, those around her would not hesitate in striking back with equaled vehemence perhaps she would make the competition known, but why spoil the surprise?[/align:e1e1cf284f]
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[align=center]Adio listened to the woman as she spoke his hands as his sides so she wouldn't become suspicious of him for no literal reason,time and time again an vicious headache blurred his vision causing him to rub his eyes or look off at a different angle in order to right his vision.
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"Yes that's very much true miss.''
Always one to be rather proper considering what had happened in the past months with his blood finally awakening and his demeanor changing for what seemed to be an awkward twist of things seemed to be rather stressful..The headache would pass again Adio squinting his eyes with a light shake of his head amber eyes seemed to be slightly spotted with what seemed to be neon green,His geostigma a immune system dificancy that caused all hell on it's host's body seemed to be triggered by stress.
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"My this rain..seems the sky reflects it's sorrow rather nicely tonight.''
Pupils dilated,why was his geostigma acting up so badly,he hadn't had a problem with it for nearly over a year and a half or more..What seemed to be placid features seemed strained and aching..The sweet smell of blood drifted through the air but once it reached the nostrils it would smell nearly putrid almost as if something truly dead walked the very roads before them when indeed it was Adio's own blood that smelt this way..The disease when it did act up caused the bruise on his arm to start to bleed almost corrode the skin of the bruise off into a scab like form...Adio's right hand cuffed over his left upper arm as he felt the blood drying and cracking on his skin only to be layered with more blood the stream medium nothing overflowing or nonthreatening even though it hurt rather badly..He seemed to try and hide it the best he could but to no prevail did he as eyes traveled back to the woman the unremarkable neon green color stuck out in the darkness,Adio's pupils dilated to mere slits,his breathing ruff and ragged...
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"...I.''
The pain was blocking out his concentration causing his English to stumble to a halt..He looked at the woman as if embarrassed and sickened of himself and what he had...would she run like the rest?[/align]
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[align=justify:1d2ad194ef]Alchemy only noticed the visual signs of stress, anxiety or annoyanceâshe did not know what exactly triggered the shakes of his head or the squinting of his amber-hued orbs. There was no way she could even know without delving into his mind; if she even had the ability to infect a blue blood⦠the turned ones were easy, so shallow in their Unlife. Alchemy on the other hand would not give such a great insult to even try on one so obvious in superiority than her. She had no delusions in her grandeur not to mention how fragile her existence truly was, she had spoken out against her lovers sire and the leader of their covenant. Perhaps they would hunt her, or kill her once she had served her purpose as one of their assassins. Trying to see âpastâ his changes of mood, or the fluctuations surrounding him (similar to an aura, but instead the energy force that all vampires/supernatural creatures possess). This was the only skill she considered using that was not intrusive.
Neon green vehemence speckled upon the amber, causing a toxic effect on those golden spheres. Was he infected with some kind of disease? Striking features displayed on his face, a sort of agony, aggravation or infliction. Did she say something wrong? Thinking back into the conversation, Alchemy could not ponder what divulgence of dialogue spoken that would have triggered this form of response. Perhaps it was not even her; perhaps this was why he walked the night playing that beautiful yet haunting music? Was it a sickness of the heart? There was little else she could do or say other than give sympathy to the cause. âAre you alright?â to her the question seemed kind of odd and without substance. Not that her question was asked in pretense or false empathy⦠emotions were a taboo, useless to most extremes other than matters private between two sensitive souls, heart to heart.
Resolute in her own known skills, Alchemy did not step back or show any signs of fearâfear was an emotion she did not possess, one that her sire did not pass onto her. Her traits, skills, abilities and faults had all been hand-picked for her like some sick genetic experiment. The âBrotherhoodâ did not usually introduce women to the covenant/order- she guessed they saw some quality in her that in her life, all had failed to miss and scold her for. That she was too out-spoken, too wayward in her lifestyle not to mention flamboyant and glamorous- but was not life meant for living? Funny at that point of ones life, but death never concerned her, nor fading beauty.
Was it the scent of blood that brought her realization back to darker spheres? Or was it those neon-smoldering jade orbs moving into slithered crescents? Now the question just moments before asked seemed terribly redundantâidle in its query. Her arm did not rise behind her shoulder blade, seeking for the elaborate hilt of her weapon. This sense of âwarningâ was alien to her; she had no understanding of it. Witnessing this would be a lesson to be learned, something to notice in the future even if this man was unique. Was he one of the last? âSorrow is just tears which flow into the oceans. An angels lament over deaths of babes⦠was lovers do when love dies, when life dies⦠It is good that the sky mourns its tears over us, I am out of tears!â It was a labored response, but a response nonetheless- one that held many meanings from many prospective interpretations.
Words stuttered, but she understood them clearly despite the strain. She would not run, Alchemy was not like the rest⦠only the fates would determine her end, or allow her to finally unfold her wings and fly into the night- away to a better place. There was no sign that she was at threat, not even the glowing green of his eyes, the labored grave-whispered breath⦠Alchemy was not so skittish in her nerve. She had to stand up for herself, in this dark world where every creature below heaven and above hell wanted blood, souls and death- especially hers. [/align:1d2ad194ef]