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#Post#: 399918--------------------------------------------------
The Exile Of Corruption
By: Evil Kitty Date: December 4, 2015, 6:19 pm
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The white haired angel sat before the council; his hand chained
securely behind his back. The gleaming strands of hair going
down to his shoulders before they began to shift into thin
tenticles: cascading the rest of the way down his back. His
chest and face were covered in metal barbs as some form of
piercing. Four large horns, almost antlers, place above the top
of his skull like a divine crown. A twisted smirk played across
his lips as he eyed the council over with his golden glance; a
chuckle escaping his lips as they began to speak.
"Zerrigoth! You have been charged with crimes against the white
city! You have abused your power and turned the corruption
inward! What say you to these crimes!?"
Zerrigoth remained on his knees as he bowed his head to the
accusations. His faint chuckle quickly breaking into a mad
laughter. His golden eyes looking back up to the one who spoke:
his eyes a demeaning glare. "I have comitted no crime. I only
serve my lord in the way he had created me for." His lips
slipping upward to give them a knowing smirk. He had no need to
defend himself to such games and accusations. He served his
purpose. He was the end to every begging. He was the corrosion
at the end of creation: waiting to embrace all life in the end.
"Blastphemy! You are a flawed casting from a perfect mold! As
one of the original angels made by the light you should know
your place! You were created to govern life! Yet, you seem to
think you have power over death as well!"
With that his smirk slowly faded; obviously unamused by the
lecture. The council. They were creatures made to balance the
union of demon and angel. Yet, they seemed to be the most
corrupt and ignorant of them all. They acted as if they had true
sight into the mind of the lord. Telling him his own place as if
they were his creator. He slowly stood up from his knees as the
angels behind him stuck blades on either side of his neck.
"On your knees, traitor!" The one angel yelled, though,
Zerrigoth seemed unphased by the blade.
Speaking in a calm tone as his glare never faded from the
council. "I served my purpose. I am the angel of corruption.
That title defines my very purpose. I have no forgotten my
place. Can you truly say the same for yourself? Sitting upon
those thrones as if you are the creator himself... You are the
traitor.. The defilers." His words were plain and void of
emotion. They chose to stain his name, so, he would do just that
in return. He would show them for who they truly are.
"Silence! How dare you speak such blasphemy to the elder
council! Our judgements keeps this world in balance! Your only
purpose is to destroy the life he has made for us all! You are a
stain to the purity of this realm! We have reached our verdict
and punishment! You will be cast down to the world of the
living! You will be forever forsaken from your kind and will
never enter our gates again!"
Once again his head cast downward as he let out a faint chuckle.
So this was his punishment... They knew they still needed him
and his power would be a threat to them in the fire, so, they
chose for him to dwell with the living. Forever doing his duty
and watching the effects he had on the world... "Very well... I
shall watch when your gates crash and burn from my lord's
wrath..."
In reply the council master slammed his mallet onto the desk in
front of him; yelling out to the angel. "Begone!" The angels
behind Zerrigoth quickly stepping back as white flames shot up
around him. A loud, pain, yell escaping his lips as he clenched
his fists clenched tightly. His wings slowly beginning to burn
and partially blacken. Staining him as a symbol of his supposed
treachery. Yet, he still had enough power to yell to the council
in a mad laughter. "I will meet you again, council master! One
day! Without these guards and the protection of the Lord! When
that damned day comes I will show you my purpose!" His laugh
only continuing before his body burst into an explosion of ash
and smoke.
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Re: The Exile Of Corruption
By: Evil Kitty Date: December 4, 2015, 7:44 pm
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After what had felt like eons of torture, though in truth was
only a matter of one years time, Zerrigoth slowly awoke in a
massive crater left in the earth. A dull, chipped, blade
stabbed into the ground next to him. He struggled to reach up to
the divine instraments hilt; pulling himself up from the dirt.
Speaking to the blade as if it was it's own person. "Errigon...
My love... It has been so long since we stepped foot in this
world."
He quickly pulled the blade from the earth as he looked around
the massive crater. Did he create this from his fall from
nirvana? He gripped the walls as he climbed from the massive
hole in the earth; finally reaching the clearing outside of the
crater. To his surprise he was met by a group of black hooded
creatures. They seemed to be creature's of man. Though, they
spoke all in unison to him: confirming his suspicions. "My
lord... We have answered your call." With that they all bowed
before him.
He raised his pierced eyebrow in a look of curiosity. Walking to
the one closest to him to looked down upon them. Speaking in a
soft tone as he moved the hood down to expose a woman before
him. She seemed to be human. "I made no call.. I am not your
creator... Why do you call me Lord?" His voice may have been
soft, but, they were stern. Demanding an answer to his calls.
The woman looked up to him with golden eyes; deeply resembling
his own. She spoke independently as if his own gesture of
curiosity had chosen her as his pick of the litter. "We all
heard the roar of your power slipping into this forsaken
world... You may not be our creator, but, you are our Lord... We
waited for your return since the creation of man... Honos... The
angel of corruption... Our destroyer."
That curious look never faded from his golden gaze, yet, he
pulled his glance away from the woman. Looking to the rest of
the men and woman surrounding him; their faces still cloaked.
"Is that so..." He wandered around to the rest of them
surrounding him. Removing their hoods one by one to expose them
for what they were. Men and women alike. All seeming so very
different. Yet... They all had that golden gaze he watched the
world with. Some even having their hair partially stained a
shining white. Looking back to the woman he had originally spoke
to. "Why do you all have my gaze? What sorcery is this?"
The woman remained bowed to him as her eyes never left him; a
smile playing across her lips. "Does it please you? For the eons
of worshiped we were blessed to resemble our lord.. Some more
than others, but, we are all gifted with your shining gaze..."
"Hm..." He hummed to himself as he thought the whole situation
over. Crossing his arms of his chest after his blade seemed to
rust into rust and ash in his grip. "So, there is more?" He
stated so blatantly; desiring to know all the more about his
subjects. The woman nodding in return. "Yes... We have a hidden
kingdom for our Lord's return... The others will be so happy to
see you." Zerrigoth gaze turning into a slight glare as he
watched them. "Take me to them." He demanded as his gaze never
left the woman. He could see the demon in all their forms, yet,
they spoke no lie. They served him and his purpose. Yet, his
purpose always trembled on the edge of angel and demon.
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Re: The Exile Of Corruption
By: Evil Kitty Date: January 8, 2016, 5:05 pm
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It took many nights to reach this sanctuary his worshipers had
spoke of. Nights passing through forest, town, and desert. The
nights feeling as if they had began to pass into weeks. Yet, the
mortals made the trip without question nor complaint. It was
strange how resiliant they were despite their mortals chains. To
say the least; Zerrigoth was impressed. He had no idea man had
proven to be such a strong creature.
Though, unknown to the exiled angel, he was soon to be surprised
once more. It was no sheer luck that these humans had become so
strong. They have all had their endurance tested again and
again. He was about to see just how they tested themselves with
the power of corruption...
They had soon came upon a massive castle built into a moutain
side: half of the castle built into the rock itself. Out in the
middle of a desert with no form of life in sight. A place hidden
from the rest of the world; allowing them to practice their
rituals without a single word of judgement or complaint. Though,
even more so, a place for them to carry out their punishment for
those born into worship... Leaving their only escape coming in
the form of death or submission. Honos could smell the very
decay in the air... His senses finely tuned to pick up onto the
corruption of this land. The woman follower who had spoke to him
at the very beginning once more addressing him as she walked to
his side. Motioning to the blackened castle.
"Does your home please you, my lord? We were not able to make
our kingdom known just yet... Without the power of our lord we
were cast aside like a plague..." She spoke so disheartedly. As
if it truly hurt her to have to hide their existence like rats
in the sewers. Yet, Zerrigoth on the other hand stood there:
examining the castle. A pleased look plaguing his golden eyes as
he began to smirk once more. His hand placing onto the followers
skull as he spoke. "This will do just fine..."
His hand immediately slipping from her skull as he made his way
towards the castle: entering through the massive, towering,
doors. The very halls of the castle were immaculate. Seemed as
if they were built for a giant. A throne built at the end of
this huge main chamber. Several rooms with open doors covering
the walls to the right and left of him. Loud moans, groans, and
cries escaping from the doors as the smell of blood, sweat, and
tears filled the chamber. Various forms of corruption plaguing
these halls. He could smell it as deeply as a fine cologne.
As he made his way to his throne he gently sat upon the funished
chair. Letting out a sigh of relief as he leaned back: enjoying
what small luxury they had in this kingdom. "Mmmn..." He let out
a soft moan as he enjoyed the sweet poetry of the screams in
these halls. The follower never leaving his side as she spoke
once more. "Do not worry, my lord... We will take care of you."
Zerrigoth's eyes drifting shut as if his conciousness was slowly
fading out. Yet... He remained awake. As if in a strange daze.
His eyes slowly slipping open once more in a dazed panic:
hearing a loud ringing echo through his ears. "What is this...?"
He spoke as he attempted to get up. The follower speaking out as
a strange iron shot up from the hand and leg wrest of the chair:
trapping him. This sound dulling his powers and mind to prevent
his escape. "Shhh... This will all be over soon, my lord...."
His eyes slowly drifting shut once more as his final sights
plagued his mind... The follower that seemed so loyal to him...
Removing her clothes to expose her bare form: only a dagger
doning her hip and a demonic symbol painted in blood upon her
stomach.
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Re: The Exile Of Corruption
By: Evil Kitty Date: January 8, 2016, 6:53 pm
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Zerrigoth slowly began to regain control of his mind as he awoke
from the previous daze: a singe of pain wracking his body. He
felt different... Causing him to let out a displeased groan,
yet, he was still locked tightly to the throne. His powers still
stripped from him as he spoke to the naked woman he stood before
him. "Nnn... What... What did you do to me?" His skull drifting
down to see his own form: his clothes and armor now gone from
existence and scattered upon the floor. His body burnt and
branded with satanic symbols resembling the one painted in blood
upon her stomach. The woman smiling to him as she ran her hand
over his chest; tracing them over the metal studs poking from
his body. "I have released you from your holy binds, my lord.
You are free now."
His eyes growing wide as he spoke once more: his tone stern and
paniced as he tried to pull from the shackles. "You didn't!?"
His eye frantically looking over his body as he saw the blood
pooled over his legs. It was not her's.... But, his own!? His
wings... He couldn't feel them... Had she...? She had trully
stripped him of all he had left of his angelic creation. Giving
him the curse of mortality. The woman reaching down to grab his
sword that leaned upon the throne. "No! Don't do this! You will
pay for this woman! Errigon!" Yet, the blade no longer listened
to Zerrigoth's demands. Becoming deaf to his call. The woman
smiling to the fallen angel as she spoke in a calm tone. Tracing
her hand gently over his cheek. "You will be our king for all
eternity... And us your loyal servants." Zerrigoth only growling
in return before yelling out. "No! I command you to release
me!!"
Though, his demands fell only on deaf ears as the woman gripped
to his skull. Plunging the blade in between Zerrigoth's ribs and
pierced his heart. His golden eyes growing wide as blood began
to pour from his lips. Cough out as the blood began to stained
the woman's chest. Forcing her to pull his head close to nuzzle
her bossom. "Shhh..." His own, strepped, voice slipping from his
lips in one final plea. "Why...?" His life slowly fading as the
blade of Errigon began to glow with a deep black essence. This
black essence pouring into the woman as the blood painting her
stomach began to burn her flesh. Making the symbol perminant as
it burned into her skin. His stomach beginning to churn and
expand as if she had been with a child for several months. The
unborn lord taking inhabittance in her warm womb.
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In a matter of a month's time this woman had grown to immaculate
size: as if she had been pregnant with multiple children. Yet,
it was only one. Her own body now strapped to the throne as she
screamed in agony and pain. Screaming for pity as several robed
followers gathered around the throne: all except one bowing
before the sight. "Just kill me! Please!" She screamed out in
agony as the one follower sat between her spread legs of her
bare form. Awaiting the moment their lord would once more be
brought into their world. Born to rule over them. "Please!! I
can't take it anymore! Get it out!"
Though, they all remained silent: beginning to hum along with
one another in a demonic hymn. Anticipating their lord's
rebirth. The screaming woman's wish finally coming to fruition
as her stomach began to visibly shift. Her screamings going
louder and louder until her stomach ruptured in a blood mess.
Clawed hands pulling from her stomach as her body grew limp and
lifeless. The small mass of blood crawling from her body as it
let out a demonic cry. Gasping for air before his form began to
expand and change. Growing from a small child to the body of a
large man before the followers before their hymns were silenced.
The creature standing before them as they bowed before the bare,
bloody, demonic, man. The follower last to bow as he held up
Zerrigoth's sword in his hands. Awaiting for his master to take
his blade. "Master Zerrigoth...."
The follower spoke in a deeply submissive tone as he held the
blade up: accepting any fate his master deemed fit. Zerrigoth
looking down as if he was unsure what was going down. His golden
eyes rimmed in a deep scarlet. Eyeing the blade as markings
began to glow upon his body in response to the blade. Reaching
as he grabbed the hilt of the blade. It had felt different...
The screamed for the blood of the man bowing before him. The
blade calling for the dark ambition burned deep into Zerrigoth's
body.
One swing of the blade swooping down to decapitate the man
without even the bat of an eye lash. A pleased groan leaving
Zerrigoth's lips as his pearly white fangs shined through his
bloodied form. "The angel you knew as Zerrigoth is dead... My
name is Honos. Do not make that mistake again: my children." The
entirety of the kingdom gathered into the main hall all calling
outward in a loud chant. "All hail Lord Honos!!" Honos lifting
his arms into the air as the scars on his back opened up: two
large, bloody, demonic, wings shooting from his back. Painting
the walls with his blackened blood.
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Re: The Exile Of Corruption
By: Damnedprincess Date: January 8, 2016, 8:02 pm
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--Before the Birth of the King--
A woman sat behind her young child combing through her long blue
hair, her daughter had not yet knew of the honor that was going
to be bestowed upon her. This honor was what she had been kept
pure for and what she was trained for. "Soon my daughter you
will have such an amazing honor. One that will bestowed us with
great opportunity." The woman spoke with a hum. The little girl
sat quietly and listened like she was taught to do.
"You see you were born of perfection! You are the only worthy
one." She twisted her daughter's hair into a perfect braid.
"Therefore you will be the gift to our Lord when he is to be
reborn! A perfect birth gift for him." The little girl looked
into the mirror, "yes mother I will do my best to serve our
Lord." The little girl looked deep into her reflection, her
thoughts wondered. Although she was taught to repress her own
feelings she couldn't help but feel worried. She knew nothing
beside what the stories said about Zerrigoth. Her mother
although seemed so excited to give her away.
The young girl walked over to the lake and sat down. She wasn't
to be outspoken but to follow him in silence. She could only
speak when spoken too and do whatever he will ask of her. She
had to learn to cook and polish. To stand and walk properly.
Also she had to learn to control her powers over the water
molecules somit may never back fire and embarrass the lord. Time
was running short for the lord would be returning very soon.
--After Birth of the King--
It had finally came the host had died and the lord had placed
his foot upon the land. As everyone was gathered around chanting
and bowing to the Lord a man entered followed by a woman and a
young girl of sixteen. The girl was cloaked in a white veil and
he on a tight flowing long dress the drug along the stone floor.
All parted out of their way for they new this was the time for
the sacrifice. The gift of purity to their lord.
The man dressed in a black robe special to the highest of cult
religious authority stood before the Lord. He bowed as did the
woman of thirty dressed in a fairly refined dress. The veiled
girl was waved by the man to stay still. The man arose as did
the woman and his hoarse voice spoke out, "My Lord, our master,
we your people have to you a sacrifice of purity. A gift of
servitude of the greatest perfection we could give. Standing
next to you is a woman who is gifting you the submission of the
pure one." The woman bowed again and spoke carefully, "My Lord
with great honor I offer you my daughter, Rayne.." She backed up
to the girl in the veil and pulled off the veil so Rayne's face
would be exposed to Honos.
The girls carefully looked up to Honos. Her eyes as blue as the
sea and crystal clear. Heavey black make up lined her eyes to
make them stand out more against her pale flawless skin. Her
hair was blue and tied into a long twisted braid and pinned up
to hold the veil. Her breathing was slow although she tried to
hide her nervous feeling. She would die of she wasn't perfect
enough for him. She was rather on the thinner side like may of
the followers. Around her neck was a black silk chocker that
bared a stone rune similar to his tattoos. The girl bowed
slowly and awaited his vertic.
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Re: The Exile Of Corruption
By: Evil Kitty Date: January 8, 2016, 8:29 pm
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Honos retracted his wings as he saw these new subjects making
their way to him: gripping the darkened Errigon as if preparing
to silence their audacity. Yet, as they spoke of an offer his
grip had lightened. His glowing tattoos dulling into a deep
black as the blade disappeared into a blackened shadow. The
tattoos that covered the right side of his entire body from head
to toe absorbing the shadows that was once the blade of Errigon.
Letting out a hum of intrigue as he tilted his head to the side:
his eyes focusing on the young girl in the white dress. "Hm...."
His curious hum disappearing to nothing before he moved forward:
pushing the two cultists to the side and out of his way with
ease. Making his way over to the young girl who had just
uncovered her veil.
Slipping his clawed, bloody, hand against her jaw. Tightly
gripping it as her tilted her skull from side to side as he
examined her every feature. His body reeked of the innards of
the woman who could only be described as his new mother. It
would be hard for even the most battle hardened of warriors to
stand. Yet, it would have been unwise for the girl to pull away.
Nearly impossible as well as he kept a tight grip on her jaw.
His low voice slipping from his lips. "Rayne.... You are my
offering? Hm..." His grip grew much more gently as his fingers
released her: slipping under her chin to push her glance up to
meet his own golden, scarlet rimmed, eyes. "Very well. You shall
be mine...... On one condition."
He fanged grin played upon his lips once more before he pulled
away from her. Turning back to the throne as he made his way
over to the furnishing. Reaching down to his "mother's"
destroyed body to pull the dagger that was used to remove his
wings from her cold, lifeless, hip. Turning back to Rayne before
he made his way over to her once more. Reaching down to slip her
hand into her own. Placing her palm upon the dagger in his grip.
"You will destroy what you love in exchange for my approval.
There is no longer any room in your life for family. Kill your
mother."
With that he turned her hand over and dropped the dagger into
her palm. Stepping back out of her way as his glance turned over
to the mother. She had corrupted this young girl. Grew her to be
simple cattle to serve Honos and his every indulgence. She
deserved the fate of death by the hand of her own, beautiful,
daughter. The one she had raised in purity in perfection would
be her own undoing. "Do not disappoint me, Rayne." He said as
his glance made it's way back to the blue haired girl. He
couldn't help but to admire the girl's appearance seeing as she
had been the only one in this kingdom who did not resemble
himself. She truly was the only diamond among this rock.
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Re: The Exile Of Corruption
By: Damnedprincess Date: January 8, 2016, 10:28 pm
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Rayne's eyes grew wide as she looked down to the dagger. She
looked back up at Honos and felt confused. She was raised to be
his slave and do whatever he wished. Her mother had beaten her
to make her this way. If she disobeys she would disappoint her
mother and defy her master. So it became clear she went to speak
but was rudely interrupted by her mother.
"My Lord!? You want her to kill me is there something wrong with
her? I assure you she needs no such test." Rayne whose lips
slightly were parted like she wanted to speak closed back up
now. She didn't know of she could speak now. Would it count as
speaking out or speakimg because she was addressed? She made a
bit of a uncomfortable hum before giving up on speaking she
figured actions are always more powerful.
She turned to her mother, the only reason she was so upset was
because she was hoping this would make her powerful and wealthy
among the cuiltist. Her eyes stll soft blue took the dagger and
jammed it through her mother's throat. Rayne's was unsure how to
kill someone or how to use a dagger so she had hopped it worked.
She was raised so pure she wasn't even taught the cults
sacrifice practices or how to hold a blade properly. The stab
was sloppy and when she attempted to pull it out she had a bit
of trouble but it caused blood to spray out from her mom's neck
and all over her. The white dress and veil now Stained with
crimson spray.
She pulled the dagger in close and stepped back slightly as her
mother dropped to the ground. The stab didn't kill her exactly
it was the blood loss and suffocating on her on blood. Rayne
looked over at Honos slowly with her soft blue eyes, pale face
with a bit of spray on her cheek and stood there waiting for
his, her master's, appraisal.
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Re: The Exile Of Corruption
By: Evil Kitty Date: January 8, 2016, 11:02 pm
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Honos smirk never left his lips as he watched Rayne
contemplating his offer. To see her mind attempting to wrap
around the demand like the confused child she truly had been.
This confusion was one trait, in due time, she would learn to
shake. Yet, as the mother intervened with her own words Honos
lips closed into an annoyed scowl. His eyes darkening into a
deep glare as he turned over to the ignorant woman. "I am more
than pleased with your offer, woman. But, you are but a tool to
my ambition. If I wish for your death you will smile and thank
me for the honor. Though, you do not deserve the honor of death
by my hand. You will die by the hand of the daughter you
destroyed so easily." With that he turned back to face Rayne:
motioning towards the mother as Rayne passed by him. His smirk
once more crossing over his lips. "Release it, Rayne. Use the
power she forced into you."
His eyes never slipping from Rayne's form as she made her way to
her mother. Watching as she so easily ended the woman's in a
messy slaughter. An amused huff escaping his lips as he walked
over behind Rayne. His hands slipping around her waist before
his right hand slipped up her body and onto her chin. Turning
her face to look to him as all the cultists watched with
curiosity. Honos speaking in a much more gently tone than he had
before. "Rayne.. On this day you have secured my love and
blessing. You shall be mine even unto death." He brought his
lips over to press against her own with ease. "In my absence you
rule this damned kingdom of corruption. I know you will not
disappoint."
He was no fool. He had planned to give this girl this power even
before she had passed the test he had given to her. There may
had been many corrupted in this kingdom, but, they were born
that way. They craved it. But, this girl... She earned this
corrupted, broken, nature through years of mind games. Her
mother destroying her mind so she may offer her body without
question. She was the true definition of corruption. There was a
strange beauty in it. Finally pulling his lips from her own he
released his embrace of her small body. Slowly beginning to walk
away as he spoke back to her. "Now, follow me to my chambers,
Rayne. We have much to do before nightfall. But, first, I
require cleaning and clothes. We need to get you out of those
bloody rags as well." He didn't bother turning to see if she
followed; knowing she would. Making his way to his chambers
placed behind the soiled throne. Turning just a moment to one of
the cultists before entering his room. "Clean this mess up
before my return. I also wish for all of Rayne's clothing to be
moved to my quarters as soon as possible."
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Once entering the room it was clear that this had been the most
luxurious of the chambers in this castle. Most rooms were lucky
to have a bed of fabric, but, his room held the finest of beds.
The massive bed frame holding a large, soft, king sized bed.
Pillows cascading the head and foot of the bed. The scarlet
sheets thick and finely folded. The room shimmered a silver
stone and held a massive pool in the corner away from the door
and bed. The pool large enough to bathe a full family with a
constant flow of water keeping the water as clear as a
glimmering diamond. Several dressers and drawers cascading over
the walls of the massive room. It truly was a room fit for a
king. No. A room fit for a god.
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Re: The Exile Of Corruption
By: Damnedprincess Date: January 9, 2016, 12:24 pm
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Rayne had followed behind Honos, her head tilted downward so
that she could watch his footsteps. Upon entering the room she
pulled her dress close close behind her so it wouldn't be caught
in the doorway. She looked around the room in awe. Everything
was o beautiful, much like her mother told her it would be. She
may have had wrecked her brain but she didn't lie when she told
Rayne she would live in luxury.
Although as Rayne's eyes met back on Honos' form she started to
think to herself that riches weren't everything. She would be
happy living with the honor in rags on straw beds. The honor
wasn't in being queen or goddess it was in beim able to serve
their Lord. She walked slowly over to him and stepped to face
the front of him. She bowed he head before speaking to him and
her words were very careful. "Wo-would you like me to join you
in the bath M-master? Shall I prepare t-the towls a while?"
Rayne's eyes looked up at his realising her stutter. Something
her mother beat her for doing but she couldn't figure out how to
stop it. It just happen. Would he be offended by it!? Her heart
began to beat faster and she looked nervously at him. He was so
much larger in figure much more muscular than her mother, surely
a strike from him would hurt quite worse then he ones from her
mother. Rayne bowed back down her head and awaited response.
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Re: The Exile Of Corruption
By: Evil Kitty Date: January 9, 2016, 12:49 pm
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As she wandered in front of him with a bow he stood calmly;
listening to her words. Observing her every motion and the way
she stuttered so harshly. She feared him as she should. Even as
an angel he was feared for his power and disposition. He would
have been the darkest of angel and now would be a god amongst
the demons. Her fear was completely rational, so, he would
deliver no punishment or abuse to the already broken girl. Her
purpose was to serve him. If he were to kill the girl or make
her fear him even more it would interfere with those duties. So,
instead, he lifts his clawed hand; placing it upon her shoulder
with ease. A gentle, comforting, touch in comparison to his
usually stern appearance. "Child. You have already been broken
long ago. I have no need to break what has already shattered.
You know fear all too well... Now it is time to teach you love
for your master."
With that his hand drifted off of her shoulder and to her jaw.
Gently pushing her chin up to make her look up into his golden
eyes. An amused smirk crossing over his lips for a moment:
showing her an unspoken kindness. Maybe even a silent pity for
the poor girl. He may have been a demon, but, he was created to
be an angel. This was his existence. One of light; not of
darkness. He may have been corrupted by his own subjects, but,
he could not escape his angelic disposition. His bride in the
light. "Now if you are to be mine you must take care of
yourself. You are covered in blood. You need to wash just as I
do, so, yes. I expect you to come in with me."
Though, in contrary to her offer, he released her: making his
way to the cub bard. He sifted through them before pulling out
two towels for the both of them. She may had been a servant to
him, but, he was not a lazy creature. When it had come to
mindless tasks such as getting a towel he could fair just fine
getting them himself. His main concern was adjusting to a human
life in this world: this would be her main purpose. Assisting
him in this new world to attempt to blend in just as any normal
man would as to not raise suspicion.
As these thoughts crossed his mind he placed the towels next to
the crystal clear pool built into the floor. Slipping his foot
in: the water an amazing warmth. Going in deeper and deeper
until his body was submerged down to his shoulder. Yet his face
and hair still remained covered in the dry blood of the woman
who played the role of his new mother. Leaning back as he
wrapped his arms over the edge of the pool. His eyes closing as
he enjoyed the warmth: speaking in a calm tone. "Do close the
door before you join me, Rayne. We need privacy to discuss your
position in this kingdom." With that he finally dipped down
deeper into the water; completely submerging himself. The water
a deep red as if he bathed in blood before the current in the
water drained the redness away. Cleaning him off and keeping the
water fresh. Water was such a finite luxury within this kingdom.
Rayne would serve well to make this god forsaken desert into his
own Eden. He would destroy this land so she may rebuild it anew.
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