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The Cursed Tree
DIR By: Lilith_Dark
Date: August 10, 2017, 6:34 am
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"May the power of the gods, be eternally in your favor my lord."
the white almost translucent tunic of the servant touched the
carpeted floor, as he knelt and bowed his head in submission to
the gold plated king. He sat on top of his midnight throne that
had engraved the names of his ancestors with black crystals.
Many could make a journey down memory lane as they observed the
myriads of sapphires adorning the sides, depicting fearsome
scenes from various accomplishments in battle. The majesty on
his own accord, held the rumor of being notorious for the event
of one hundred steady kills on one instance of war.
He was considered to be a noble man, prestigious blue blood
running in his veins since childhood. It was no surprise indeed
that from the moment he was brought to this world, power seemed
to follow him wherever he went. The son of a duke and a princess
from a faraway land that ran towards the duke's open arms in a
moment of pure straight impulse. His parents held no affection
towards each other, yet they still played false pretense in
front of the clueless child. It wasn't until his later years,
when he understood that he was deemed a fruit of hatred. When
his mother passed away, due to a supposed illness, he understood
perfectly well as he witnessed his father's attempt to introduce
a foreign woman as his mother. However, he no longer was a small
and innocent creature. Love was an unknown world for the lot of
them. Hence one day, the feelings of betrayal and negativity
that piled inside of his gut, suddenly burst. He lost all
control over his body as he assaulted in a vicious manner, his
father and step-mother which at the time was three months
pregnant. His attack caused a lot of damage to his family
reputation so they decided as an ultimate solution, to
disinherit him and consider his status as a filthy beggar,
doomed to roam the streets of Eraben and attempt to grasp any
thing that would sustain his inner being.
However, beggar he didn't stay for long. After a few weeks,
disregarding his time spent on the street as a feeble memory and
nothing more, he encountered a clergyman. From the small
conversation that followed, it seemed that the clergyman was
under the service of the king Heragorn the fifth that ruled over
the lands of Moner and he was sent to Eraben in order to
retrieve information about the current King's spouse.
Apparently, rumours have circulated that the Queen belonged in a
secret coven of mages and witches, her status being that of a
High Priestess for the goddess of the night. Nyx.
And no surprise holds the fact that by itself, it would cause an
immense conflict between the dominants of the various lands.
Despite that categorized danger, that didn't prevent him from
spewing some white for that time, lies. If he knew what that
moment of indignity would do to his future, he would have kept
his mouth shut.
The clergyman hearing the beggar's words, allowed a smile to
soften his rough features and extend a tentative hand towards
him.
"Would you like to come back with me to the castle? I bet the
king would be extremely pleased to hear your words."he told him
with a cheery undertone dominating his voice as the men shook
hands and created a deal. A deal that would be both his gift and
his curse.
After their prolonged conversation, they arrived through the
means of a carriage, to the castle in order to meet the king.
And from then on,the rest are history.
"You may go now Seruleo, your services are no longer needed.."he
trailed off as a nostalgic and sorrowful hint lowered his voice
a few octaves. The servant sharply lifted his head and curiously
glanced at his saddened expression. He stood up and placed his
fist over his heart, bowing as a signal of respect that the king
accumulated after the great Amazon warriors.
"By all means sire, what could you possibly hint by those
words?" He dreadfully asked as the possibility of his Majesty's
death invaded his mind. He shuddered at that thought.
The king's face altered into a soft, genuine smile as he stood
up and gracefully took some steps towards his right handed
servant, enclosing his arms around his form in a much respected
embrace. Mild shock ran through the servant's veins as he
timidly placed his hands on the back of his armor.
"In all honesty dear friend, I never considered you a servant.
You were by my side in both good and bad, yet I never admittedly
expressed my deep appreciation for your actions.."he confessed
as indeed, he never once in his reign considered this man a meer
servant. He thought of him as his long lost brother. His actions
spoke much louder than his status and that's what made the king
admire him.
The servant, at a loss for words, backed his rigid form and
bewildered looked at the king, confusion eating his heart.
"But..your majesty, how could you say those words now? You
created a deep feeling of confusion to your humble and loyal
servant.."he bowed once again as a sign of submission and the
king let out a small chuckle.
"Seruleo, I won't be for long here. My time in this plane of
existence has ran out and currently I'm exploiting the
hospitality of our goddess..."he turned his back towards the
clergyman and took a few steps,approaching his throne while
keeping his gaze locked on the stars that casted a faint glow on
his castle.
"Sir,what are you saying? You're in perfect shape,so how can
there be someone or something so heartless that can strip you,
our Noble and just king, of your livelihood and ultimately your
life?"the servant insisted as that specific question resided in
the deepest part of his brain, inching closer and closer to
freedom. He lowered his arms to his side as he simply stood
there, dumbfounded by his king's words.
-He was going to die? That can't be possible..- he kept thinking
as he eagerly awaited to the reply and solution to this mystery.
The king smiled once again and simply avoided his question " My
departure will happen tonight. Beloved Israel has no clue for
what is bound to happen, so if you can, give her the letter that
I abandoned in your quarters." He turned once again, for the
final time towards his clergyman and smirked mischievously as if
to lift the broodiness of the atmosphere into a relaxing haze.
"Since we met, you've always had the dream of taking my place
and knowing you for years dear friend, I know that you would do
great good for this land." The king approached him swiftly and
placed his hands on the servant's shoulders, squeezing
reassuringly.
"I've left my will on top of my alchemy lab. Please read it out
loud in the presence of Israel and follow wisely the orders.
Your dream will become reality and I'll be your assisting hand
from the gates of Valhalla, so fear not as you shall.be the
fairest of them all." He lightly nodded and moved away from the
speechless servant.
Glancing out of the crystal panes,he realised that the moon
phase was complete and that he needed to meet his destiny. It
was indeed true that the youthful foolishness caused the three
fates to change the mind about his once successful future, but
there was nothing he could do now. His mind was troubled as he
sat on his horse and started his journey towards the cursed
land. The unholy hell.
The land of the witches.
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He finally arrived.
He stopped his mare from moving as a chill ran down his spine,
keeping his eyes fixated unto the unholy land of the coven's.
His death awaited beyond those graphite steel gates and the
hidden mark started to burn his already deformed neck. A voice
broke the silence of the wind.
"Noble man, you have arrived to the land of the hellish hags.
Please speak your reason or let your corpse saturate the hunger
of a thousand mutts." A female voice whispered through the now
calm atmosphere that surrounded the island. Enticing his inner
man, the king jumped off his horse and froze the moment his feet
touched the enchanted soil. He didn't allow fear to conquer as
he lifted his head and exclaimed loud and clear, in a determined
voice.
"I am here for La Muerta. I challenged thee and lost,
approaching your hellish entrance for redemption." His voice
reverberated as a loud cackle seemingly filled the air with
dread and malice. The king knew perfectly well that he now
treaded on dangerous territory.
"You foolish mortal.." a disembodied Voice startled him as he
sharply turned his head around to surprisingly witness a female
dressed in all white. People had this usual superstition that
witches resembled old women dresses in black as they recoil in
their deformities and cherish the young blood of virgin girls.
That perception was far from the truth.
They were calculative beings. They had acquired a sense of
reason and their intelligence was far more superior than that of
a meer human"s.However, their appearance was also straying from
the usual stereotypes that peasants had formed.
They were tall, enticing creatures with long, luscious hair and
a full pale figure. He didn't feel any hint of surprise as urges
of arousal and erotic completion racked his body. The
enchantress smiled viciously at his seemingly arousal that
created an alluring stench in the air. Yet she didn't attempt
anything, no matter how much her inner woman stood in attention.
"La Muerta is our queen. What must you have done for her to want
to-" she stopped her words as something clicked on her mind. She
seductively approached the king and stood with her warm body
flushed against his radiant golden armor. He gulped loudly and
she smirked, parting his ashy hair to the side. Her hand shot to
her mouth and she laughed.
"You have her mark! You have the queen's mark!"she exclaimed in
a melodic, yet excited voice as she took a few steps away from
him and pointed a delicate finger to his nervous form. He didn't
desire to deal with this witch. He was unable to visit the
underworld by her hands anyway, since the only person who
could end his life is La Muerta herself.
"Since you're up for a faithful night, you foolish king, I'll
take you to her myself. And beware, cause if you anger the
priestess, she'll do more than a spell." She lifted her other
hand and with a wide smile, she chanted a teleportation spell.
Her eyes turned midnight black as her hands were enlightened
with a crimson glow.
" Deorum de tenebris: exaudi preces meas, hoc est viventem
fugere mortem appetit. Adiutor meus et finis ejus imperio fiat
semper!" Her voice evidently deepened as she spoke the final
words. A black mist surrounded the king's body and in immense
astonishment evaporated his image, suffocating him into the oh
so familiar darkness.
"Wake up you pest!" Another female voice commanded his
conscience to arouse from its deep sleep. He woke up with a
start. Fluttering his eyes, he turned his head towards the
source of the powerful voice and noticed none other than the
ex-wife of his previous mentor that also happened to be the king
that ruled the land before him.
"La Muerta we meet again."he curtly said as he sat up from the
altar that has been his resting place. She was mesmerising, yet
lethal. She wore a dark ivory tunic that had embroidered two
golden wings on her breasts. Her midnight hair, sat on top of
her delicate head in an intricate braid that fell to her ankles.
Her cerulean blue eyes sat besides a long, slender nose and
upwards from a pair of bright red slim lips. She was the
definition of beauty and that was not a surprise as she did hold
the status of a High Priestess.
"You dare to call me by my name, you disrespectful fool!"she
pointed a finger at him, an invisible power, forcing him to his
knees with a loud grunt. He didn't dare to look up as he knew
that her fury would be increased. Instead he chose to lower his
head in submission and stay immobile into that shameful
position.
He deserved every bit of this punishment. That thought plagued
his mind as the priestess spoke once again, a calmer tone
seeping into her voice. "You're aware of what must be done to
lift the curse?" She questioned in a strict tone as she lifted
her head upwards, towards the midnight sky as if taking power
from the moon. The king slightly nodded and remained speechless
as the enchantress approached him, kneeling in front of his
form. She grabbed his rough face, placing her now enlightened
hands on his cheeks and lifted it towards her level. She allowed
him to stare into her blackened eyes as she initiated the
shortened ritual.
" Albeus Maximus Correor, you're deemed guilty for mistreating a
witch and her actions. You're sentenced to a life filled with
hatred and malice as the thing that you love the most. You'll
remain in your castle's garden as the tree of terror, your main
goal to spread horror and despair to your once affectionate
people. Fail to do so, and you'll end up in a state of Limbo ,
witnessing the future death of your loved ones until your mind
breaks and your mentality weakens. Shall you succeed, you'll be
granted the sweet gift of eternal death."she muttered stoically
as she stood up and placed softly one of her enlightened hands
on top of his head.
" Nyx hic homo pleas.This meam humilem fecit mihi iniuriam, et
quaerite in justitia. Sicut servus tuus fidelis, Ora pro
auxilio. Turn eius fatum in provocationem vitam et mortem. Adduc
mutentque speciem in odium prope insanire. Magis illud est."
The ritual was completed. As he fell into darkness, his soul
became restless and a great amount of pain erupted from his
loins. He screamed in agony as he felt his appearance change. He
was no longer a human. He felt no longer sympathy for their life
and problems. He wanted nothing more than to please the goddess
so to grant him his release. He smiled.
This was going to be fun.
A Short Story by Andrianna T.
#Post#: 19--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Cursed Tree
DIR By: Monogatari ArtWorld
Date: August 10, 2017, 5:56 pm
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Ειμαι πολυ
εντυπωσιασμενη,
οπως
ανέφερα και
πριν ειναι
απίστευτο.
Μαρεσει
αυτο το
σκοτεινό
και
μυστηριώδες
στοιχειο
που εχει με
μικρές
πινελιές
τρόμου, σε
καθηλώνει
με την background story
του, μαρεσει
η αλλη
γλωσσα που
χρησιμοποιεις,
το κανει
πολυ πιο
ψαγμενο. Οτι
καλυτερο
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γράψει
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