Chapter One: Dark Singer
Written by Elluxion
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Title: The Poison Beneath: Dark Singer Written by: Elluxion Date: 11th December Genre: Horror Shippings: Sakura and Syaoran Summary: A young woman with murderous intent is bent on killing her very own father and cousin. Darkest of all singers by night, innocent student by day, Katereah can kill with her song. Notes: Wrote this story when I was Gemini Star. I'm re-writing it. ^^; I look back at the version I wrote last year and I want to jump off a cliff. Onegai, review! The wind skirted the corridors with elegance, whispering into every nook and cranny, rooting out every piece of bare flesh, and causing the owners of the flesh to shiver. She reared back and gave a wild howl, joyful with the elation of sweeping across the castle and unsettling every speck of dust. She whipped the girl's hair back with a savage ferocity, as if trying to rip the girl from limb to limb. The girl did not react at all; she stood steadfast by the gray windowsill, eyes roving the storm clouds that rippled the sky above and the thin weeds that bent to the wind. A thunderbolt erupted from the brooding, purplish clouds, driving into a tree and causing a flurry of activity from the birds that roosted there. "Katereah," a Toran demon hissed, crouched somewhere behind the girl. With a snarl, the girl addressed whirled neatly, bestowing a glare upon the insolent demon. The Toran demon met her frosty gaze with hardly any fear in his own eyes. "Are you that eager to taste hell, demon?" Katereah returned her eyes back to the sky outside, and forked lightning streaked across the sky and struck the tree again. This time, a bluebird toppled out of the maple leaves, its body limp and dead. The vultres that had been circling the bleak, colourless sky descended on the bluebird in a frenzied flock, picking its eyes out first. All this happened at a distance, but the Toran demon was more than capable of seeing that. At the same time, the violet light that had flickered in Katereah's green eyes faded away. Katereah was repulsed by the Toran demon. With rolling eyes that shone like twin green neon lamps and a mouth crowded with untidy teeth, the Toran wasn't a creature of beauty. The Toran were demonic beasts with padded feet and thick, coarse grey fur spotted with black, and two horns positioned carelessly on their heads. This Toran demon now bent his front legs, dropping into a kneeling position. "Mistress Katereah," he amended swiftly, eyes cast upon the ground. "Detri fawar, demon." "Mistress, I have been sent by the Lord. The Lord wishes to see you." The demon lifted his sick green eyes to the hem of Katereah's robes, the hem that brushed against the floor. "Is that so?" "I wouldn't dare lie to you, Mistress." "If you did, you wouldn't be standing here now." Katereah swept past the demon with a business-like air, robes billowing into the demon's face. The Toran did not move as much as a muscle. As she reached the curtains that yielded her privacy from the rest of the castle, she tossed an offhand glance over the shoulder. "Rise, demon." As Katereah glided down the hallways, demons, Dark Elves, Sprites, students, sorcerers, and all the other ragged creatures that made up the Lord's force scattered to let her pass. There was something about Katereah you couldn't ignore; her self-assurance was evident and her status obvious. The hood cast shadows upon pale skin, disallowing curious onlookers from seeing her face. Slippered feet moved like liquid, and her robes were shifting folds of silk. And silk it was. Instead of the coarse sable material used to patch together the robes of the students and the lesser sorcerers, Katereah was clothed in a luxurious, loose expanse of darkened grey silk that shimmered and changed colours when she stepped into a more intense or weaker light. The girl, who could not have been more than seventeen, drew to a gradual stop in an antechamber. She opened the doors with a easy touch of her hands, and she found a pair of ornately carved rosewood doors flanked by a couple of guards that 'protected' the Lord who reclined behind those doors. These guards donned old-fashion armour that used to protect knights, probably to the Lord's quiet amusement. Katereah stepped forward, and one guard recognized her for what she was through the slits of his visor. "Mistress," he croaked in a hoarse, cracked voice, raising a hand to salute her. "My greetings and respect." "Good day, sir," Katereah said pleasantly. "It's nice weather, isn't it?" With a casual wave of her hand, she indicated the boiling mass of thick clouds that were alleviating their sorrow by weeping a torrential flood of rainwater. There was a pause. "Yes, Mistress," the guard returned respectfully. "The Lord expects you." "Who are you kidding?" came the indignant voice of his companion. "She is but a mere girl!" "Hold your silence!" the first guard spat out, but it was too late. Katereah had heard the spiteful words, and she turned her head slowly, regarding the second guard playfully, head tilted at an angle. "I ... I am a mere girl?" Katereah repeated, a smile fleeting across her lips. Raising her hands, she slowly pulled the hood back to reveal an innocent, girlish face. "Why, I suppose so, sir." "Exactly," the guard proclaimed in satisfaction. "No one is allowed to disturb the Dark Lord, girl. Especially if you're only a student." "So I look like a student?" "Obviously." "Do you think I fight like a student too?" "You don't have the ability to kill a caterpillar." "I think I do," Katereah said slowly, each word heavy with the import of its meaning. Her eyes flared dangerously, and a deadly silence fell upon the chamber as the flares flickered uneasily. The chant stirred from her softly. I am in the darkened light. I am not what you think - helpless, My appearance will mar your sight." The summoned bolt of lightning sent shards of glass spraying over the chamber. It crashed through the pane of glass situated high on a stone wall, and paused as if waiting for commands. The first guard watched fearfully as he worked to decode the translation from the Lord's Ancient Language to normal Mankind speech. His eyes widened as the words took place in his mind: My good friend, attack thee before me was what she had said. The bolt ripped through the second guard mercilessly, giving him no time to scream or react. There was a sharp snap, as if one had slapped a whip against the floor, and a wisp of smoke that indicated something was burning. The scent of charred flesh wafted to his nostrils. "Oh, Gods," the first guard murmured, his knees suddenly weak. The second guard, the one Katereah had attacked, lay on the floor, writhing in pain as the electricity licked his senses. With a sudden jerk, the bolt dissipated into the ether, and the guard let out a cry of relief. He opened his eyes to a sea of darkness. Katereah watched carefully, even though she had felt the sudden, satisfactory tug that she had performed a successful spell. Yes, here it comes, she thought happily. The guard flipped his visor up to reveal a meaty face, but his once-blue eyes were now colourless and sightless. "Oh, Gods," he echoed the first guard. "I can't see! I can't see!" "That's just the beginning," Katereah said with an air of indifference. She raised one hand, and the mace that hung upon the wall as a decorative item flung itself forward, impaling its body upon the guard's neck. With a scream that haunted his friend's dreams forever, the vulnerable, exposed skin ripped into two, and the neck bones shattered. Crimson blood spewed out like a grisly fountain of death as the head bounced once on the floor and rolled to a stop. Katereah shrugged, stepping over the fallen body. She gave a nod to the other guard. "It is a wonderful day." She smiled quietly as she heard the cawing that indicated the presence of the Ytelde. The living guard could only stare blankly as the wicked black birds swarmed over the body, so much like vultres. The lock on the doors sprang open at her gentle touch and she stepped through, swinging the doors shut behind her. x__________________________x; Tooflowerytooflowerytooflowerytooflowerytooflowerytooflowerytooflowerytooflowery Waaaay too many descriptions. *sinks back* Go ahead, flame me. T-T Oh well... it should be better than the first chapter I wrote as Gemini Star, so what the heck. --; Elluxion |