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Post by Cyril Deauxcaine on May 21, 2017 23:39:32 GMT
[attr="class","cyr"] I've never so adored you. I'm twisting allegories now. I want to complicate you. Don't let me do this to myself. I've got to have you closer. Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now. I never really thought that you'd come tonight. You never could control me. | |
His master was getting quite restless now. The endless approach of darkness. The ever growing hunger that accompanied these deep, dark desires. Nothing was good enough, and it was really difficult to find anyone to venture near enough to these parts to give his master a proper meal. So for now, he did what he could, venturing into the most secretive corners of the hall and letting his blood drip from his wrist onto the ground, watching it being drained away by the creature that slept below. 'Come to me. I shall help ease your pain. I can help end your sorrow. There is no need to suffer any longer child. Come to me. Find your peace in this endless pit of despair.' His master's call. He heard it quite often these days as it washed over the area. A soft sigh left him, the peace and calmness entering him as his master set his usual trap. Draw them in with the promise of peace. Draw them in with an escape from their suffering. But if only they knew what it was really like. If only they knew how much he fed on their fear, on their rage, on their agony. But he was oh so good at imitating everything they wanted. He would draw them in, cast out their darkness, and bury himself deep in their minds. It would only be a matter of time before another little fly landed in his web, where he would wrap them up and coddle them while sucking the life away from them. 'Cyril. Someone is here.'Slowly, he bandaged his bleeding wrist and stood, just a bit wobbly from the lack of blood, resting his good hand against the wall to steady himself. Now it was time. He had to go investigate who had appeared, letting his master use his eyes to see if the person was a viable enough candidate to feed him. The red haired male moved from his spot and out into the main hall. A girl? Had she heard the call then? 'Come child. Let me show you peace...' ☙ 351 words ❧ ☙ @kari ❧ ☙ notes here ❧ [GoogleFont=Acme] [newclass=.cyr]filter: grayscale(80%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(80%);-moz-filter: grayscale(80%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr:hover]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr b]color: #a14754; font-family:'Acme';[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr i]color: #a51212;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2017 0:18:31 GMT
Every day seemed to be the same now. The same old broken record stuck on repeat. She remained hopeful for that she song would change but the only thing that really changed was the language she heard it in. "Sleep, jada, suimin." They were all the same words, all hoping for a different response. That response still remained the same. "No, ani, īe." The same words never stopped coming, though her increasing desire for sleep was growing. More intense, demanding. And still she resisted. Why? She didn't really know herself. Perhaps fear? That was the most likely answer. It didn't take much for emotion to affect Kari. Fear was one of the many that worked especially well against her fragile psyche. And sleep brought it in abundance. The fear of anticipation was worse. It was what drove her away from it in the first place. Kari had been aimlessly wandering the grounds for a while now, unsure of where she was going, nor did she really care. Before she had really processed what was happening, she had found herself standing at the doors of Semora Hall. She wasn't sure why she was here, but something was pulling her inside. Calm...peace... PyeonghwaIt was a word that her brother had used a lot during their childhood. It wasn't ever something that she would be able to attain...or perhaps she could... Hesitantly, she pushed open the doors and stepped inside. The hall was dark, empty and felt almost dangerous, yet calm. Peaceful. PyeonghwaThat word was like a drug now. She wanted it...needed it. Cyril Deauxcaine
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Post by Cyril Deauxcaine on May 22, 2017 0:49:10 GMT
[attr="class","cyr"] I've never so adored you. I'm twisting allegories now. I want to complicate you. Don't let me do this to myself. I've got to have you closer. Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now. I never really thought that you'd come tonight. You never could control me. | |
The girl approached, entirely driven by her need for the peace that his master offered. He could feel his power slowly reaching towards the girl, drawing her into his clutches. The doors slowly shut behind her, and the hall lit in its own soft magical way. Cyril just watched her for the time being, after all, it wasn't like he had any real purpose in any of this. She wanted peace. He knew that much. His master's power washed over the girl, stripping away her fear, stripping away her exhaustion, leaving nothing but that warm, fulfilling peace. Still, he beckoned her inwards, the invisible tendrils of his magic slowly wrapping around her. He fed from her fear, her anger, her everything, leaving her an almost empty shell. But that's what she desired wasn't it? 'Closer... Come closer child... Let me ease your troubled mind...' It wasn't hard for him. Not in the slightest. He barely needed Cyril there for anything anymore. Still, the red haired male followed along, unseen, hidden in the shadows as the entranced girl was led to the depths of the building. The darkness was much thicker down here, almost suffocating in a way. But still, the feeling of peace remained. One final hallway... They were getting close now. Was he really sure that this girl would not put up a fight? Was he sure that she would serve as a good meal for him? Still, the final door opened with an eerie sort of ease, but by now, the girl had to be in some sort of trance, he had seen it many times before in his master's meals. It still scared him sometimes that his master was truly capable of such things. But never was he allowed into that room. He wondered how many bodies there had to be by now, or if his master simply picked them all clean. The door shut behind the girl and locked itself tight, plunging her straight into the pitch black darkness of this dungeon. A soft, almost inhuman, chuckle came from somewhere nearby as he snapped her from that peaceful trance she had been in. Nearby, a torch suddenly lit, allowing the girl to see the outline of something chained to a wall. The chains rustled a bit as the boy looked up, his crimson eyes looking deep into hers. "Welcome, child." ☙ 394 words ❧ ☙ @kari ❧ ☙ notes here ❧ [GoogleFont=Acme] [newclass=.cyr]filter: grayscale(80%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(80%);-moz-filter: grayscale(80%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr:hover]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr b]color: #a14754; font-family:'Acme';[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr i]color: #a51212;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2017 12:01:56 GMT
Kari startled a little when the doors to the hall shut behind her, but they were quickly forgotten as the building seemed to light up in a soft glow. 'Has it always done this..?'She blinked and looked around the building. She had never been here when it was empty, only with large groups. Something was wrong here. Very wrong. Part of her was screaming for her to get the hell out of here, but the calm that washed over her quickly drowned out that voice, and she started to move forwards, dawn in by the calm that had so suddenly taken over her mind, pulled in willingly by an invisible force. Kari has soon lost track of where she was going. She wasn't really taking in her surroundings either. Door after door, hallway after hallway. Rooms she didn't even know existed in here. Somehow, she didn't even care. Finally she had reached the final room and stepped inside. The calm and peace that she has finally attained instantly disappeared as a quiet laugh echoed through the room. A torch flickered to life, revealing a silhouette chained to the opposite wall and her fear instantly resurfaced. Still, she inhaled a shaky breath and gently exhaled to at least calm her rapidly rising fear and met the crimson stare head on, at least hoping to give the illusion of full confidence. That she wasn't scared out of her mind in reality. Cyril Deauxcaine
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Post by Cyril Deauxcaine on May 22, 2017 15:37:01 GMT
[attr="class","cyr"] I've never so adored you. I'm twisting allegories now. I want to complicate you. Don't let me do this to myself. I've got to have you closer. Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now. I never really thought that you'd come tonight. You never could control me. | |
There was definitely something off about all of this. But it was too late now. There would be no escape from it. This girl was trying to keep her fear hidden, but it was fairly obvious that she was terrified in this moment. But who wouldn't be? The one that was chained up lifted his head, sniffing the air, a grin coming over his face for just a moment. "You... Don't be afraid child. You want it to end, don't you..?" His voice was low, raspy, as if it hadn't actually been used in years, which, it probably hadn't. "You have nothing to fear from me... I can offer you everything you're searching for. Peace... Pyeonghwa.." Of course he had pulled the word from her head earlier. He was silent for a moment as he watched her, waiting to see if she would react in some regrettable way. "Wouldn't you like it to all be over? Your parents deaths will no longer plague you. The sight of your brother will no longer make your blood boil. All of your pain will just wash away..." Again, he let the girl be filled with that empty peaceful feeling from before. 'You could be free' ☙ 202 words ❧ ☙ @kari ❧ ☙ notes here ❧ [GoogleFont=Acme] [newclass=.cyr]filter: grayscale(80%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(80%);-moz-filter: grayscale(80%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr:hover]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr b]color: #a14754; font-family:'Acme';[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr i]color: #a51212;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2017 20:48:28 GMT
Kari just continued to stare at the bound figure, her mask of fearlessness faltering when he began to speak despite his telling her that she needn't fear her, that he could give her what she wanted. PyeonghwaThat word sparked old memories again, and she set her jaw, balling her fists as she tried not to react. That failed quite spectacularly when he spoke again, mentioning her parents deaths....no, murder, her brother. She instinctively took a defensive step back, still managing to hold his stare, even as that peaceful calmness washed over her again. 'Freedom...is that even possible anymore..?'Cyril Deauxcaine
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Post by Cyril Deauxcaine on May 22, 2017 23:31:58 GMT
[attr="class","cyr"] I've never so adored you. I'm twisting allegories now. I want to complicate you. Don't let me do this to myself. I've got to have you closer. Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now. I never really thought that you'd come tonight. You never could control me. | |
'Of course it is...' She hadn't said the words, but the very thought of them had sparked his interest. Of course he would offer her peace. Offer her freedom. Slowly he drained away her thoughts, her memories of them flitting away as if they hadn't happened. She wanted freedom, then she would get it. He would tear away everything away from her. Her memories, her sense of self, her feelings. Nothing would remain. She wouldn't even remember who she was, let alone where she was. His smirk grew as he watched the girl slowly be stripped away into nothingness, just an empty shell, ready to mold. He beckoned to her, drawing her near. After all, he couldn't reach her from where he was currently. His head tilted a bit as she stopped. Could she really fight him at this point? Still he would let her do as she pleased. But to her, he was perfect. He took her pain away, gave her the freedom that she had always desired. Too bad it was only going to be for such a short moment. But he thought about it for a bit of time, eventually drawing her close enough that he could lean down and bite her. But he didn't, not just yet. He really took a moment to take her in. He couldn't help but think that this might be his last meal for awhile, so why not enjoy it? Draw it out, make it last? Still.. He was so damn hungry... It wasn't hard to control her movements, using one of his tendrils to draw her arm up to his mouth. He wasted no time in biting into it. Gods.. It was good.. Weak.. But good. After a few moments of just drinking down her blood, he started to actually take chunks out of her arm, scarfing it down like it was the best meal of his life. Of course, he had her very well held in place. She could struggle all she wanted, but freedom from this was not going to happen. Still, he put her mind in a good place, a gentle peaceful place. At least for a little while. Once his belly started to be full, he pulled her away from him, tossing her on the ground, releasing her mind for the time being. She could deal with the horror of it now. Still, his tendrils wrapped around her. He hadn't actually gotten to pick her clean, so, he held her tightly, wrapping one of her arms tightly like a tourniquet before pulling. More and more until he could hear the joints pop and the bones snap. Gods was that music to his ears! Of course the girl's screaming gave him some sort of twisted joy. Finally he could hear the sound of her skin tearing as the poor girl's arm was ripped clean off. He knew he would only have a few hours to finish it before it would start to go bad, but that was okay, he could manage. But he couldn't just have her bleed to death now could he? No.. He had to be more careful than that. His grin widened as he tapped into her a bit more. Fire... She had fire... He couldn't help his own gleeful laughter now as he forced her to cauterize the gaping hole he had left. Burn it until there was nothing left to burn... Of course she would pass out from that. Who wouldn't? But her dreams were peaceful. Restful. There was no pain. He made sure of that. As good as adrenaline tasted, he didn't want her heart to explode at the sudden rush of it. Then he would be stuck with a rotting corpse and no fresh food. No.. This would have to do for now... ☙ 633 words ❧ ☙ @kari ❧ ☙ notes here ❧ [GoogleFont=Acme] [newclass=.cyr]filter: grayscale(80%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(80%);-moz-filter: grayscale(80%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr:hover]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr b]color: #a14754; font-family:'Acme';[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr i]color: #a51212;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2017 10:26:07 GMT
Kari instantly relaxed as her thoughts and memories started to disappear. She didn't know what was happening, and very soon she found herself unable to think at all. With one final calm exhale, she succumbed to the emptiness, her eyes fading to emotionless pale blue voids. She stepped forward, approaching the boy. Her feet moved on their own as if obeying an unspoken command. If she wanted to resist, there was no way she possibly could. She didn't have the thought to, her mind was empty save for her will to o eh every silent command the person in front of her gave. Kari stopped in front of him, and he regarded her for a moment before moving her arm closer towards him, and he instantly bit into it. Tears sprung in her eyes from the sudden pain, but she didn't scream. Her mind was so preoccupied with the calm peacefulness that he offered that she was unable to focus on that same person literally eating her arm. The pain was still there, but she just stared blankly at it as flesh was torn away from the bone. After a while she was suddenly tossed to the ground and her mind pulled away from the peaceful fantasy it had been entranced in. Almost instantly all of the pain from the recent attack on her arm flared up and she stared wide eyed at the horror scene before her. Her entire arm was slick with blood and she could see the bone of her arm revealed, a few scraps of flesh even barely hanging onto the ruined limb. Before she could react to that, it was suddenly pulled forward while her body remained in place. Naturally, she screamed in pain as her arm was pulled from the socket, her bones snapping under the pressure until the limb was torn from her shoulder. Kari stared wide eyed at the bloody stump and instantly held a hand over it in a pathetic attempt to stall the rapid flow of her life source. Apparently, the boy had other plans though regarding the new wound, and flames burst from her hand. She cried out again as the flesh around the stump was seared and melted to sear the wound closed. Eventually her body numbed to the pain and her screams of agony turned into pathetic whimpers until her body finally shut itself down. And for the first time in years, her sleep was peaceful. Cyril Deauxcaine
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Post by Cyril Deauxcaine on May 23, 2017 16:11:20 GMT
[attr="class","cyr"] I've never so adored you. I'm twisting allegories now. I want to complicate you. Don't let me do this to myself. I've got to have you closer. Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now. I never really thought that you'd come tonight. You never could control me. | |
For days his master was silent. It was almost welcomed in a way. He had gone to class as usual, but without the risk of the voice in his head distracting him from his tests or from the teacher's words, which was probably for the best. He got a restful few nights of sleep, and he felt more alive than he had in weeks. But there was always that sinking sensation in his gut. Just knowing what that poor girl was probably going through was more than enough to make him feel terrible. But it wasn't his fault.. It wasn't like he had been the one to lure her in. But he hadn't tried to stop it either.. As soon as school was over he traveled to the hall, slinking in undetected as he usually did, quickly making his way towards it's innermost hidden rooms. "M-Master..?" But there was still no response. Surely the girl had to be dead by now, right? He wouldn't have possibly let her suffer for so long would he? Of course he would.. But he couldn't fathom the thought. ~ ~ ~ ~ Below, the girl was in rather rough shape. By now she was missing most of her limbs, and chunks of her had been ripped out and burned shut. She was in some sort of mixed state, somewhere between the horror of it all, and the peace that he offered. 'Do you wish for it to end, child?' Of course he said it in a way that he would put her out of her misery, free her from all of this pain and horror, but it was much more simple than that. Some of her wounds were no doubt infected by now, and her meat was starting to taste spoiled. 'Let me bring you peace...'☙ 298 words ❧ ☙ @kari ❧ ☙ notes here ❧ [GoogleFont=Acme] [newclass=.cyr]filter: grayscale(80%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(80%);-moz-filter: grayscale(80%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr:hover]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr b]color: #a14754; font-family:'Acme';[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr i]color: #a51212;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2017 22:07:05 GMT
Darkness...emptiness...pain...peacefulness. Kari wasn't sure how long she had been confined to the suffocating darkness but she was really unable to think about it between the pained horror and the empty peace that her mind drifted between. All she could do now was stare blankly at the floor and scream in pain when he removed yet another limb. She may as well have been nothing more than a torso now. A rotting corpse that just so happened to be breathing. She heard his voice, and she glanced up, her eyes blank and void of life. Did she want it to end? Of course she did...didn't she? This was horrible. Painful. Then he said that word again. Peace."I......want it.." Cyril Deauxcaine
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Post by Cyril Deauxcaine on May 23, 2017 22:18:33 GMT
[attr="class","cyr"] I've never so adored you. I'm twisting allegories now. I want to complicate you. Don't let me do this to myself. I've got to have you closer. Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now. I never really thought that you'd come tonight. You never could control me. | |
He wrapped his powers around the girl, lifting her up to him, letting her just hang limply there in front of him. Each of his tendrils of power slowly slithered their way into her skin, stabbing straight through her. Each one tore away just a little more of the girl. Her pain, her horror, her fear. Each one replaced those feelings with warmth. Peace. Just like she wanted, right? And then he drew her all the way to him, biting deep into her neck, draining what he could of her life force away. Once he had had his fill of her, he pulled her away, lifting her chin a bit to look him in the face. This monster would be the last thing she would see before she died, and he was proud of that. One final tendril shoved itself into her chest, tearing her heart from it. He watched the light fade from her eyes as he life ebbed away. He brought the girls heart to his lips, eagerly devouring it before he let her lifeless corpse sink to the floor to be forgotten. ☙ 185 words ❧ ☙ @kari ❧ ☙ notes here ❧ [GoogleFont=Acme] [newclass=.cyr]filter: grayscale(80%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(80%);-moz-filter: grayscale(80%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr:hover]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr b]color: #a14754; font-family:'Acme';[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr i]color: #a51212;[/newclass]
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