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Post by Ayen on Jun 24, 2011 20:04:00 GMT -6
Maricul couldn’t help but chuckle. One act of intimacy disturbed the woman more than any of the horrific images in her mind. It was a shame she was put off by it so much. To think of all the things she were missing out on. A true pity. “The Seductress” simply stood there watching the memory replay in the void that was The Night Angel’s mind as she then spoke her thoughts on the matter. When she mentioned another Arashi Maricul tilted her head.
The other Arashi? Do you mean….
Maricul sidestepped and behind her, standing straight across from the memory of The Arashi was another that The Night Angel would not soon forget, no matter how hard she wanted to. The memory….
Of the anti-theist of life. The two memories interlined with one another provided the perfect opportunity for one to compare the similarities and differences the two entities possessed. “The Seductress” reappeared next to Amoura, her index finger running down her bare arm and stroking the new tattoo. Maricul’s finger was strangely warm and soothing considering who it belonged to as she entangled her fingers around Amoura’s and held onto her hand tightly, as if they were lovers, and leaned up against her. Providing more intimacy than she knew The Night Angel would be comfortable with.
What makes you think he’s an Arashi? |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jun 24, 2011 20:26:47 GMT -6
And there he was: Veran. Amoura never liked staring her worst nightmare in the face but everyone had to "man up" to their fears. "Isn't it obvious?" Again she was touching her and that bizarre feeling returned. Amoura moved away from Maricul, after forcing her hand away from hers, and approached the image of Veran. Once upon a time she was terrified but despite it all, she felt strangely calm.
"Both quoted the same prophecy and gave me the same visions. They were both unstoppable and divine. Still..." Amoura scrutinized Veran, trying to find an answer to a question that had remained for nearly thirty years. Instead of keeping it to herself, she mused aloud: "I never understood his true reason behind plunging me into all of that chaos. What was the purpose of it?"
What's more, why leave a part of him in her? The Waking Nightmare was a powerful ability but there was more to this. There had to be. Was she a means to a return? An end? A beginning? There was no means of finding Veran to get these answers and it would probably be given to her in riddles had the search been a success.
"There's a connection."
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Post by Ayen on Jun 24, 2011 20:56:12 GMT -6
Amoura reaction to intimacy intrigued “The Seductress.” It made her wonder just how much of it she could withstand from the same person until she either snapped, or the reverse, submitted to it. Maricul’s eyes then fell upon the anti-theist, looking into the black eyes from behind the mask without so much as flinching. Maricul has seen him before. The incarnation of herself from The Night Angel’s world witnessed both him and his terrors from within Amoura’s mind back when she had unlocked the true powers of The Witch Within and became a god herself. Being sired from insanity, a daughter of Alucard, gave her a resistance to such madness. She withstood the terrors then and she withstood them now.
Maricul glanced returned on The Arashi, the very being that now burned as a second sun within Genesis. It was forever lost in its efforts to assure the balance would not be further destroyed. Amoura insisted there was a connection between the two and as she looked from Aper to Veran a thought reached the surface of her mind. A thought that had wiped the amused smile right off “The Seductress” face. Maricul’s eyes returned to Amoura, now glowing a dark blue from within her pupils and spreading out to her iris as one name swam in the pool of her thoughts and finally rolled off her tongue and past the threshold of her lips.
Yahweh. |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jun 24, 2011 21:23:42 GMT -6
"Yes, but it doesn't explain why. If Yahweh is the connection, I want to know what the purpose behind all of that was."
Amoura's digits lightly brushed over the shadow that enveloped Veran; it was baffling that a god could let this happen to her without a proper explanation. Why must she figure everything out? Couldn't someone just send her a painfully obvious sign for once? Life never was easy for the Night Angel.
Her fingers withdrew from Veran and he ebbed away, leaving Aper as the only Arashi in this frozen flashback. It's obvious that she was meant to start all of this but why? Just saying that it was supposed to be this way wasn't enough of an answer.
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Post by Ayen on Jun 24, 2011 23:05:26 GMT -6
There was a possibility of what but the most important question of all remained a mystery.
Why?
Maricul looked back to the memory of Aper. Staring closely into The Arashi’s eyes as it stood there in the temple. It had caused so many problems and its time on Genesis was so short. Perhaps it was the aura that these two leave behind even by their mere memory, or being so lost in thought thinking about the prophecy that the eyes were starting to deceive the mind. But for whatever reason while staring into the eyes of The Arashi….
They blinked.
Maricul took a step back and rubbed her eyes. When she looked at Aper again it was still frozen, it’s eyes wide open. “The Seductress” thought she was just imaging things.
Then it moved.
The blades of The Arashi came down against the throat of “The Seductress” as it now stared back into the eyes of Maricul. She dare not turn her head as she spoke back to The Night Angel.
Are you doing this, Amoura?
Maricul snapped her fingers to disperse the image but it would not. It did not yield even to the power beyond that of a god. It remained unaffected, untouched by the woman’s prowess as it spoke words that neither Amoura nor Maricul has ever heard before.
“The Three Siblings will be reunited as the mortal world trembles before their might.”
Maricul could feel the blades pressed up against her skin and felt a real threat to her life as the whispers continued to speak to both Maricul and Amoura.
“And the last of them would set his sights on the expanse. The warnings held that.” |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jun 24, 2011 23:34:18 GMT -6
"Maricul, what--?" Color drained from her features when Aper moved and had his blades at Maricul's throat. They were looking through memories! How could they possibly move of their own accord? Had she missed something? Did "The Seductress" become part of the memory? When Maricul's question came, she swallowed and replied with:
"...I wish I was."
Wait, if Aper was moving towards Maricul then that must mean...
Amoura turned and was face-to-face with those hollow, black eyes that had haunted her for so long. A cold, iron grip took hold of her and she quickly backed away. No matter how fast she went, he was only a mere inch away from her, mirroring her movements. Pain shot up her arms and legs, blood ran freely from her fingers and dripped to the floor; glass shards had been stabbed into her palms and her feet by the entity.
"And so it was foretold that the Three, once reunited, would be shattered again."
"This wasn't part of it! Maricul, this is a new prophecy all together!" Like Maricul, she wouldn't dare look away from Veran out of fear he'll do something. Removing the glass was tedious, painful but accomplished—the wounds weren’t sealing. It was the exact same thing that happened, injury wise, from years ago during her second encounter with Veran.
"Their defeat would be illusory—that the final gambit had yet to be played..."
”I can’t wake up. Maricul I can’t wake up! I always could wake up from this!”
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Post by Ayen on Jun 25, 2011 0:05:24 GMT -6
Before The Arashi something else made it way to “The Seductress” heart. She could feel her very blood boiling, her eyes burning a hot flaming red as anger swelled up within the woman and her head finally turned to look at The Night Angel who were being crucified by shards of glass.
SHUT UP YOU DESPICABLE WENCH!
An unbearable amount of hatred leaked out of the woman as The Arashi allowed Maricul to walk free again after holding up its blade and then dispersing as Maricul had wanted it to do before.
IF YOU WEREN’T SO WEAK YOU’D BE ABLE TO WAKE UP! BUT AS ALWAYS YOU’RE JUST A HELPLESS CHILD! AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL YOURSELF A TRUE NOFESUTU!
Her skin began to darken, her clothes fell from her body as her hair grew covering her naked form as a fog began to grow in the area surrounding them both.
I SHOULD ERADICATE YOUR FILTH FROM THE UNIVERSE! YOU’RE NOT FIT TO BE AFFILIATED WITH HIS CURSE!
The hounds of hell began to howl from all around them within the growing fog.
YOU’RE NOTHING BUT SHIT!
The hell hounds burst forth from the fog in the thousands. Their eyes narrowed over The Night Angel, their mouths opened and drooling as their teeth came to rip the woman to shreds and devour her essence.
NOW YOU’RE DOG SHIT! |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jun 25, 2011 0:54:52 GMT -6
Something was wrong. Anger had consumed Maricul and now she could feel it washing over her, overpowering in its presence and irresistible. For the first time in her entire existence, Amoura succumbed to anger the likes of which she never thought was possible.
Black bled out, consuming all the color in her eyes. From her mouth, a horrible screech ripped out and sent the dogs flying back. It sounded as if more than one angered being had joined in, expressing the rage that couldn't be contained.
"SHUT UP YOU WORTHLESS WHORE!"
Much like her Devil Trigger, tendrils poured out from her back but much like this dream world, something was wrong. Terribly wrong. The wings she had grown were not white--they were a dark shade of grey. Her hair elongated and looked tattered and worn.
"YOU CAN'T EVEN LEAVE THIS DREAM, CAN YOU?! YOU'RE EVERY BIT AS WEAK IF NOT WEAKER!"
From the ground, blood began to rise up through the cracks and flooded the crystal-lined cave. It didn't just come from there: it rained from the ceiling, crawled down the walls, covered the crystals.
Whatever Amoura was, she descended and stood atop the coagulating sea--upon impact, a ripple spread over. Bodies numbering in the thousands floated to the surface, all pale, all having features locked in horror. All at once, they snapped their heads towards Maricul and unleashed a chorus of curses and screams. They were angry. The anger that had consumed both women now took hold of the dead, controlling them, compelling them to unleash it in anyway possible.
They took their anger out on each other. The scene was grotesque--no film or mind in existence could have conjured up this horror. Nothing could quell the emotion that saturated this dream. Nothing.
"Perhaps you should see a Nightmare. A TRUE NIGHTMARE 'WORTHY' OF A SUPPOSED NOSFERATU LIKE YOURSELF!"
Veran loomed behind her, almost merging with the transformed demoness and both extended their hands at Maricul. In unison, both whispered:
"Defile..."
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRLiM3MLS8k 1:54 for the scream]
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Post by Ayen on Jun 25, 2011 1:45:49 GMT -6
Maricul stood unmoved at the terrifying scream of The Night Angel. The familiars were knocked back but not fully destroyed as they fell back and began to circle their Mistress. Their eyes locked onto the undead creatures rising from the ground and charged towards them. But there would be no victor. It was like an unstoppable force coming in contact with an immovable object. The undead outlasted the familiars which outlasted the undead. A stalemate filled with screeches and howls.
A bright blinding light suddenly erupted between the two as hatred consumed their hearts. This light took the shape of a beautiful woman with long ebony hair that curled up and blew heavily in the wind. Maricul’s eyes widened in shock as she stared into her greatest fear made possible by the Waking Nightmare.
Herself.
Maricul looked in awe at her divine counterpart. She shook, almost being overwhelmed and destroyed by her very presence. The kind of power that she didn’t think possible even after evolving so much in the wake of The Arashi’s infinite power. This woman was neither vampire, witch nor god. She was a new type of deity altogether. An omnipotent version of herself.
And it terrified her.
Your anger leads to hatred.
The omnipotent Maricul began hovering towards “The Seductress” as it spoke.
Hatred creates destruction.
Her hands fell upon Maricul’s cheeks holding her in place, paralyzing her from the waist down as she couldn’t move from that spot.
Destruction spreads fear
Fear breeds hatred
It is an endless cycle
They will fear and worship you
No…. No….
I thought this is what you wanted.
NO!
Maricul thrust her right hand into the face of her omnipotent self. Her nails piercing the divine skin and ripping on through as more blinding white light surrounding the area from the wound of the being. This was Maricul’s greatest fear being realized. To become stronger than the gods only to become no better than them. She would not let it happen. It will never happen! Her powers would not be used in such a way! She swung her hand down and cut her divine counterpart in two as the explosion caused a massive shock wave that destroyed her familiars and the undead beings Amoura had summoned. Maricul’s own body was beginning to be torn apart as it fell back onto the ground.
The shock wave was now coming for The Night Angel. |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jun 25, 2011 2:00:35 GMT -6
The Nightmare had finally taken its toll on Maricul, and in an act of defiance, she destroyed it. The shockwave spread out, wiping everything from existence in its path of destruction and it was heading straight for The Night Angel. Common sense wasn't in right now. Just that pure, strong anger that still wasn't satisfied with the results. No, many have to perish, more must suffer, more power was needed! Amoura extended her hand, waiting for the shockwave to come and for it to be stopped. That didn't happen. *** Amoura's eyes shot open and she fell down to her bed, or rather what remained of it. Her entire room was demolished. Furniture was toppled over, splintered and scattered all over the floor. Long description short, it will take a while to repair everything. What's more, more had been added to the prophecy... The hybrid swung her legs over the side of the bed, planted her feet on the floor and held her head in her hands. This was going to be a long night... |
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