Ch.3 ~ Perpetual Insanity
Clutching the crusty silver symbol in her hand, she looked into the dark mirror. There was a scar running on her left cheek, and a permanent glowing mark on her forehead. "The past.I have finally made it", she hissed through clenched teeth. She ran her fingers down the long permanent mark on her face and with a long black nail, she pierced it furiously. A tingling feeling of pain rushed through her. However.pain had somehow become bliss to her. It was as if she had grown impervious to the rich smell of blood and the bitterness of torment. Withdrawing her nail from the wound, red fluids flooded down her cheek and her laugh pervaded through the whole kingdom. Behind her, a dour looking man with frenzy dry brown hair and staid black eyes watched her with a stolid expression on his face. "Lady Ahraune", he mumbled lightly. His voice was deep and raspy, and his eyes sharp and insidious. "The Omicrox." She turned sharply and glared at the man. Her face red from her blood, her eyes red from bereavement of sanity. "I am aware, Seizm." Her voice shook with frustration as spoke. "I suggest you grow more patient, as your impatience will soon deprive you of your head." The man revelaed as Seizm grunted quietly to himself and fell silent. "I see", he whispered, his breath quavering lightly. Ahraune smiled dryly with an intimation of pure lunacy. "If I had the greatness of living as the being you are", she continued with dusty wry sarcasm. "I would summon the Lady of the Omega now. She could fall into the wrong hands. If this happens, you shall be the first to feel my anger" Her servant shifted slightly with discomfort and nodded his head once. "Yes", he mumbled and twisted into a wisp of dry smoke.
Clutching the crusty silver symbol in her hand, she looked into the dark mirror. There was a scar running on her left cheek, and a permanent glowing mark on her forehead. "The past.I have finally made it", she hissed through clenched teeth. She ran her fingers down the long permanent mark on her face and with a long black nail, she pierced it furiously. A tingling feeling of pain rushed through her. However.pain had somehow become bliss to her. It was as if she had grown impervious to the rich smell of blood and the bitterness of torment. Withdrawing her nail from the wound, red fluids flooded down her cheek and her laugh pervaded through the whole kingdom. Behind her, a dour looking man with frenzy dry brown hair and staid black eyes watched her with a stolid expression on his face. "Lady Ahraune", he mumbled lightly. His voice was deep and raspy, and his eyes sharp and insidious. "The Omicrox." She turned sharply and glared at the man. Her face red from her blood, her eyes red from bereavement of sanity. "I am aware, Seizm." Her voice shook with frustration as spoke. "I suggest you grow more patient, as your impatience will soon deprive you of your head." The man revelaed as Seizm grunted quietly to himself and fell silent. "I see", he whispered, his breath quavering lightly. Ahraune smiled dryly with an intimation of pure lunacy. "If I had the greatness of living as the being you are", she continued with dusty wry sarcasm. "I would summon the Lady of the Omega now. She could fall into the wrong hands. If this happens, you shall be the first to feel my anger" Her servant shifted slightly with discomfort and nodded his head once. "Yes", he mumbled and twisted into a wisp of dry smoke.