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#Post#: 404148--------------------------------------------------
The Storm in the Silence
By: guest1380 Date: February 1, 2016, 2:34 pm
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Dabria sat with her back to the door at a table in the local
bar. With her nose in a book, she would occassionally take a sip
from the beer bottle in front of her, but otherwise she did not
move. Thick, white hair curled over her shoulders and shielded
her face from others. By the way her shoulders hunched over
defensively, it was clear that no company was welcome.
The atmosphere was a harsh contrast to the seemingly frail
beauty wearing a white dress that accented her curves and
stopped at her calves. Perhaps the only thing that was daring on
her, were the knee high leather boots.
In the midst of her reading, a waiter came up and asked a
question. She did not hear him, and he mistook her silence for
blatant disrespect. Two men watching from the bar as he cleared
his throat and reached out to touch her arm. Recognition flashed
across her expression as she winced away from his hand.
Startled, he again spoke.
"Do you need another drink?" he asked.
The woman glanced over to the other two males seated at the bar,
staring at them with curiosity and alcohol induced grins. By
their expressions, she knew that his presence was more than good
waiter skills.
"No," she said, curtly, before turning to her book again. She
tugged at white gloves, pulling them up further on her arms.
He opened his mouth once more, but she saved him time and
repeated her answer with an icy tone. The waiter muttered a
curse and returned to the bar as the other guys broke out into a
fit of laughter.
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Re: The Storm in the Silence
By: Ciaran Date: February 1, 2016, 5:27 pm
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It was astounding how much free time Ciaran found himself with
lately. Since he no longer hunted, he seemed to have nothing to
do in between his training sessions with Venus. This whole
"caring" about someone thing was frustrating! It was because of
her that he stopped hunting in the first place! And now he had
to find ways to pique his interests!
That was how he found his way into this place. He found himself
sitting in a booth in observation. A bar... How cliche. The
alcohol was watered down, and the patrons were a bore. That was,
except for one. Other than Ciaran, there was one creature that
didn't belong in this atmosphere. He hadn't discerned what
exactly to call her yet; Angel, Demon, or other. But one thing
was for certain; She lived in a state of constant suffering!
Pained souls were always the most delicious... Of course, Ciaran
had vowed to his sister that he would no longer take the souls
of others, But he never said he wouldn't play with them! And
this one appeared to be the perfect... Plaything!
It seemed she had caught the attention of a couple of the fools
at the bar, as well. Of course, their interest in her was
clearly superficial. Sure, she was a pretty girl. But they had
no idea what REALLY made her a diamond in the rough...
They could provide Ciaran with information though. As they
bothered her, he soaked in her reactions. Her closed body
language was the most obvious. She chose a public bar to read,
though she didn't want anyone approaching her. Fear flashed in
her eyes when she was about to be touched, and the way she
pulled at her gloves for comfort! She couldn't make contact with
people! And yet, she had no desire for solitude. That was more
than enough information to make his move.
Once the waiter had thoroughly embarrassed himself, and the
noise had died down, Ciaran made his approach. "It must be
difficult..." He said calmly, as he took a seat across from her.
"Being unable to have any sort of genuine human contact." Ciaran
wasn't one to beat around the bush. He was very direct, and he
didn't like to waste time. His understanding of Psychology
served him well in that purpose. Crimson red eyes, looked over
at the woman, as he awaited a reply; half expecting her to be
offended at his boldness, and yet, showing no signs of
hesitation.
#Post#: 404190--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Storm in the Silence
By: Ciaran Date: February 1, 2016, 6:13 pm
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Her retort was less aggressive than he expected. Standoffish?
Absolutely! But she didn't appear to be angry. Annoyed at most.
"Ah, of course." He said. Despite his direct approach, he was
well spoken. His voice was deep and powerful, but it was still
soft, low enough that they could be sure no one else was
listening. "Pardon my poor terminology."
He smiled when her eyes met his own. She found him off putting,
which didn't bother him at all. It was clear from her final
words that she didn't want to be bothered. Either way, this game
had become his, the moment she looked him in his eyes. "Of
course!" He said, feigning that he was just realizing that she
wanted to be alone. He rose from his seat, ignoring the idiots
at the bar who laughed at his supposedly failed attempt.
As he walked past her, and to his own seat, his hand gently
landed on the woman's shoulder. As it did, a surge of energy
flowed through his hand, much as he expected it to. Pain was
usually no big deal for Ciaran, but he had to admit. That was
unpleasant. The effect on the white haired beauty would be
different though. For the split second that his skin was in
contact with her own, she would feel no pain at all. As if hit
by a sudden dopamine rush, she would feel a state of euphoria so
brief that she would question if it really happened! But Ciaran
would not look back. He returned to his seat and tended to his
glass of whiskey.
#Post#: 404228--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Storm in the Silence
By: Ciaran Date: February 1, 2016, 7:05 pm
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Ciaran grinned when the woman asked what he wanted. She was
straight forward. Just like him. He liked that. "I can tell
already that you're the kind of person that I enjoy." He said,
taking a sip of his whiskey before moving the glass off to the
side. "What I want is simple." A cloud moved past the moon
outside and the area grew dim. As the lights grew less, a slight
glow could be seen in Ciaran's eyes. "I want to sate my
boredom." It sounded horrible, he knew. But he would be nothing
other than honest with her. "I've encountered countless souls in
my lifetime, and most of them aren't worth a second glance." His
eyes scanned her for a moment. It wasn't a sexual glint in his
eyes though, rather, a curious one. "But every once in a while I
encounter a diamond in the rough that piques my interest. And
when I do, I want to know more about it."
He looked out the window at the moving clouds. "What I want is
to find out what makes you tick." He took another sip from his
glass. "I'd say a few moments without pain sound like a fair
exchange, wouldn't you?"
Ciaran was no miracle worker. He couldnt' heal the woman. He
couldn't even stop the curse from affecting her body or soul.
Ciaran was a master of illusions. He could control a person's
entire nervous system, simply by looking them in the eye. All he
had truly done, was convince the woman's brain that she
experienced no pain. It was a simple trick. But effective, in
that it landed her right in front of him. Ridding a person of
pain was a dangerous game. Pain informed the body of it's
limits, and surely served a similar purpose for the soul. But a
moment of serenity here and there was alright, he supposed. "So
what do you say? Two hours of your time, for two hours of peace?
Sound reasonable?"
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Re: The Storm in the Silence
By: Ciaran Date: February 1, 2016, 8:50 pm
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Her hesitation was evident. It was also a good sign. She wasn't
bull headed, or desperate. Both were signs of a weak soul.
Ciaran was unable to discern whether the indifference in her
decision was sincere, or feigned, but it didn't matter. With
businessman like posture, he stood and shook the woman's hand.
Once more, on contact, the woman's suffering would be replaced
with a temporary Euphoria, and in an instant, the two would find
themselves on a calm beach in Southern North Carolina. It wasn't
as lively as the ones further south, but it was calm and
peaceful, and the smell of ocean water was just as soothing.
Ciaran was looking at his hand though, instead of the water.
"That power of yours packs some bite, doesn't it!" He decided he
should probably be more careful about touching her. He would
have to do some work on his own nervous system before he could
be careless about contact.
"My name is Ciaran." He told the woman, as he removed his shoes,
and made his way out to the sand, materializing a blanket to sit
on. Once they were settled, Ciaran leaned toward the woman. "I
know you don't trust me. Frankly it would be foolish for you to.
I'm a random stranger, after all. But I'm a man of my word. I'm
going to ease your pain now, and when it returns, you're free to
go."
With that, he leaned forward and planted his lips against hers.
The kiss wasn't aggressive or raunchy. In fact, his lips were
soft. And the feeling that came from touching his hand before
would spread through her body, this time, remaining, after he
removed himself from her person. "I told you I want to know
about you. But just so that you know who it is you're talking
to, I'll tell you a bit about myself first. The color of his
eyes was off putting to most. He knew that. But despite his
illusionary abilities, he never changed them. They were a part
of who he was.
"I'm a former soul hunter." He explained. I survived and grew by
feeding on souls. Souls that radiated power, such as yours, were
my favorite delicacy. A while back, I made a promise to someone
that I wouldn't steal or eat souls anymore,and I've stuck to
that promise. So these days I seek out interesting souls for the
purpose of meeting the people behind them, and satisfying my
boredom. I'm not much of a 'familiy man." You see." Of course
there was more. He had trained people he found by this method,
Killed them, even granted some power. He acted entirely on his
impulses. It was selfish, yes. But it passed the time. "So now
it's your turn.' He said. "Tell me about yourself, and this...
inconvenience, of yours."
#Post#: 404258--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Storm in the Silence
By: Renegade Date: February 1, 2016, 11:07 pm
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Ciaran listened to Dabria's story with a calm and reflective
expression. Her story was simple, but it offered at least the
beginnings of the information he searched for. A cursed Angel.
It explained a lot. Angels did tend to have powerful aura's
after all!
Her story brought several other things to mind; The most
prominent beingher father's foolishness. It was his seed that
killed his wife. If anyone was to be blamed; To be punished, it
should have been him. Not an infant that hadn't asked to be
born. It made him think of the resentment he bore for his own
father. Even after being told of the love that Ezra had for his
wife, and unborn children before passing away, Ciaran took years
to forgive him for forcing him to raise himself through all
kinds of hell. If anyone was to blame for the monster he grew up
to become, it was Ezra.
"An immortal Angel, damned to eternal pain..." His voice was
low, and his tone, almost empathetic! For a moment it seemed as
if the demon-like creature was capable of human emotion! But on
the inside, he was calculating; Deciding what he could do with
that information. And it didn't take long for him to come up
with and answer!
When she disclosed that her birthday was approaching, Ciaran
checked the time. It was less than an hour until midnight. "It
looks like you'll be able to start your birthday with no pain
this year." He said, looking off into the dark void of the
ocean. When she explained that she typically spent weeks in bed
after her birthday, he sighed. The pain being worse around the
days she was born was such a human element to add to a curse.
The more he heard, the more he disliked her father. He wished
the fool was still alive so he could have the pleasure of
killing him himself.
If Ciaran heard Dabria's words of thanks, he acted as if he
didn't. He seemed more enthralled by something off in the
distance. But he chuckled when the woman completed her
statement, crimson colored eyes turning to look at her once
more. "What do you expect me to say? I'm ready to settle down?
Looking for a wife?" He shook his head in amusement. "It's
nothing like that. My MO has always been very simple. If I see
something I want, I take it. I simply wanted to see if you fit
into that category..." He returned to whatever he was watching
off in the distance, glowing red eyes focused keenly on
something that, to most, would appear nothing more than
darkness.
#Post#: 404269--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Storm in the Silence
By: Ciaran Date: February 2, 2016, 11:25 am
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Ciaran showed no signs of impatience as Dabria took a moment to
bask in her moment of peace. His gaze did return to her,
however, as it seemed whatever it was he was watching off in the
distance had faded away. Her question, while bold, was the
million dollar one indeed. Frankly I've been pondering that very
question "To be honest, I've been pondering that very question
myself." He said, his eyes glowing more intensely as he
considered it. "You've piqued my interest indeed. And there was
a time when I had many enemies. You would have made a stellar
weapon to have at my side. But I find my life is rather peaceful
these days."
He chuckled at the thought. Who would have thought he'd ever
lead such a life? "I have no need for a weapon." And yet, he
wasn't convinced that he was prepared to let the woman go. It
was then that a nearby clock tower struck midnight. "Well Happy
Birthday, Dabria." He said with a distant smile, eyes trailing
off to the sky now. He stood to his feet. "You should enjoy the
rest of your time." He said. "It may be the last bit of peace
you get for a while." with that, he made his way off, leaving
her to her own devices. She still had over an hour left before
the effects of his ability wore off, and the pain returned worse
than it had been previously. She would seek him out again. He
was sure of it...
#Post#: 404276--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Storm in the Silence
By: Ciaran Date: February 2, 2016, 4:03 pm
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The past weeks had been quite the bore. Other than occasionally
checking on his sister and niece, Ciaran had done little to keep
himself entertained. His days consisted mostly of training and
resting. This day was no different. After three hours of
meditation, Ciaran decided to call it a day. He was preparing to
shower when he felt it.
It was a pain like the one he experienced when he touched that
Angel some time ago, only far more intense! The shock caught him
off guard, causing him to hunch forward, eyes wide with shock.
Ciaran had hardwired his brain to minimize the pain that it
registered, though he never allowed it to eliminate it. Pain was
a strength, not a weakness, as long as it could be controlled.
Once the initial shock had passed, Ciaran was perfectly clear of
what it meant. A grin crept onto his face. "So it's finally
time." He said to himself. She picked a good time. After several
weeks of training and meditation, his powers were at a level
beyond what they were the last time he had seen Dabria. He
closed his eyes and focused on the source of the shock he had
just experienced. It took almost two minutes for him to find it,
having come from a completely different dimension. But once he
had locked onto the location, he transported himself there
without delay.
What he saw upon his arrival was interesting sight. Greyed wings
wrapped around a frail and torn body; Only two small hands
exposed. Even so, there was no denying who either the wings, or
the hands belonged to. A pitiful sight indeed.
"Typically I would kill anyone who pulled such a stunt..."
Ciaran started. "But since killing an Immortal can prove
incredibly tedious, what can I do for you?" Of course, he knew
what she wanted. But if she was bold enough to summon him by
such measures, she could damn sure tell him herself!
#Post#: 404285--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Storm in the Silence
By: Ciaran Date: February 2, 2016, 6:09 pm
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When the wings retracted, Ciaran understood why Dabria had
concealed herself. If death were possible, there was no way she
would still be living. A shell of what she was, just over a
month ago, it was no wonder she had called for him! Her image to
most would be saddening. Ciaran looked on with a straight face.
She removed some type of mystical chains from her wrists,
restraints of some sort, Ciaran assumed. And her body began to
heal. The injuries, at least. Her extreme loss of weight was
another matter. She was covered in dried blood, voice beyond
raspy for screaming out in pain. The one who inflicted this
curse on her was a cruel one. Ciaran had to respect it. He was a
fan of torture too, after all...
When she finally gathered the strength to speak, Ciaran knew she
had prepared an offer for him, though he didn't know exactly for
what she would ask, or what she had to offer in return. He had
established when last they spoke, that he was in no need of a
weapon. She quoted the words that he spoke before leaving her,
having made a very astute observation of his words; Words he had
chosen intentionally.
Her offer was more than Ciaran could have wished for! He knew
that returning to an existence of pain after a taste of relief
would break her, but he had no idea to what extent! For her to
offer up her soul to him meant that he had made the perfect
move! Life really was like a game of Chess... A grin played on
Ciaran's face, and he took a step forward.
"Understand what this would mean for you, Angel." He said,
instead of immediately accepting the offer. He intended to let
her know exactly what she was getting into. Despite his less
than benevolent lifestyle, he was still a man of honor. "I don't
have the capability to remove such an intricate curse. At best I
can soothe the symptoms. You're offering up your freedom in
exchange for that service. If you understand that, Then I'll
accept your offer." There was a glint in his eyes as he stepped
forward and extended his hand to her.
When she shook his hand though, there would be no relief like
before. Instead a small tribal tattoo, depicting Ciaran's mark
would burn it's way into the space between her shoulder blades.
The pain was searing; for most, it was likely to render them
unconscious. But surely Dabria's threshold for pain, it would
probably be barely noticeable.
And then, as if nothing had happened, when he released her hand,
she would find herself in his mansion instead of her own. Dabria
stood before a large, full body mirror, and Ciaran stood,
leaning against the wall next to it. "Let's get started." He
said. He removed his shirt, exposing an array of back and red
tribal tattoos across his chest and back. The spell that he was
preparing would require more than just simple eye contact.
"Remove your clothing." He said. There was no sign of lust in
his eyes or his voice. Only focus. In reality, he only needed
her free of her top. But he felt no need to make such a
distinction. "This process isn't going to be pleasant." He said,
honestly. "But compared to what you've experienced recently, I'm
sure it will be like a walk through a field of flowers." He
waited until she was ready to begin.
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Re: The Storm in the Silence
By: Ciaran Date: February 2, 2016, 6:51 pm
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Once she was rid of her clothes, Ciaran positioned himself
behind Dabria. "Focus on my reflection in the mirror." He told
her. It was clear from her wavering glances that she wanted
desperately to look at anything other than herself. Though tht
wasn't the reason for his instruction. When she looked at his
reflection, she would see the tattoos on his chest begin to
glow, and shift across his skin as if of their own will. The
tattoos were capable of a hypnosis far more intricate than his
eyes could inflict. At the same time, Ciaran took his right
index and middle finger, and placed them on the marking he had
etched into her back. The entirety of their bond would be
contained within the magic of that mark. The first of which
being his word to her.
"After a few moments of wiring, the pain in her body would dull
drastically. If the pain she experienced before was a 10, it
would be lowered to a 6. "The amount of pain that you experience
will be dependent on you." Ciaran told her as he worked. "I
value loyalty, and obedienced. If I'm pleased with your
performance, the pain may dim still, but if you betray me, I
assure you, your pain will multiply..." Of course, the seal
would make it increasingly difficult for her to betray him. The
second effect, he didn't need to add himself. It came with the
marking, and dulled her ability to intentionally inflict pain on
her Master. He wouldn't tell her of this side effect though. He
needed to see how she would behave under the illusion of
freedom. Of course, he would have to do some adjusting to his
own system in order to prevent unintentional pain inflicted. But
that was just a matter of meditation.
Once he was finished, he looked her over. "Get dressed." He told
her. "It's time to get you fed. You're of no use to me in that
condition. Once she was clothed once more, he took her to the
kitchen, where he prepared her a brothy soup. It wasn't heavy,
but it contained a number of nutrients that would accelerate her
recovery, and help her return to a healthy weight. For himself,
he prepared a steak; bloodier than any human would dare to eat
it, but just the way he liked it...
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