Black Feather: Episode XXXXIV
"Aeschylus' Tragedy"
Laevaentteinn Rebel Base
7:26 p.m., 03/23
Lucifer gazed with tense eyes out into the black dusk, his arms folded and the twin scars streaking his eyes chattered war tactics. Qastor waited by the door. Staccato raindrops performed a tremolo upon the vibrato glass. He noticed the chair he threw aside previously a few days ago was still lying on the floor. An artery of lightning illumined the haunted conference hall. Lucifer turned and unfolded his arms, his sword scabbard scraped and clicked against the polished marble floor as he made his way to the door. Qastor started and went ahead.
Lucifer's hands trembled... He witnessed the possession of his right hand as it made its way to the hilt of his sword. He seized his possessed right wrist with his left hand. His good right eye twitched, while his bad left eye strained. His right hand overpowered his left, swiftly seizing the sword and drawing it. A long scraping of metal made Qastor turn around. He leapt back, barely escaping Lucifer's swing. The cloth on his right knee had a clean cut. Fortunately, his knee did not. Lucifer's sword continued to travel until it cleft the wall to his left, leaving a deep gash in the metal wall.
"Agh...! Qastor, get away or you'll get hurt!!" He found Lucifer travailing to hold his right hand at bay. Lucifer lurched himself against the right wall, purposefully injuring his right arm, but to no avail. His right arm was invulnerable.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Qastor looked out the nearest window. Demonically, the crimson luminescence in the sky roared a bloodthirsty dance macabre.
"Damnit... Something... is..." Lucifer seemed to have regained some control and leaned against the wall.
Taking advantage of the current situation, Qastor restrained Lucifer with all his might.
"Lucifer!? Lucifer!" A female was rushing closer. Lucifer swung his head to the adjoining hallway.
"Garnet!! NO!! DON'T-" It was too late. His right hand launched straight for Garnet, pulling his body with it and breaking free of Qastor's hold, who was swung away. The sword rose in the air and plunged straight down, slicing the heated air. An ensuing streak of blood stained the wall.
"Aaahh... Lucif...er...?" Garnet collapsed on the floor. Lucifer regained control of his arm, which hung still, releasing the blood-tipped blade. It clamored on the floor. Drops of blood splattered near the edge of the sword. Lucifer stood, transfixed. He gasped under his breath, dropping himself to the ground and picking her up in his arms. Qastor pulled himself together and hollered for a paramedic.
"Garnet..." Not daring to hurt her any further, he withdrew his right hand, supporting her with his left, but soon held her tremulous hand with it. "It's my fault... My fault!!"
Qastor turned to the window once again. Once-animato, the devilish aurora had reduced to elongated, snickering embers.
"Aeschylus' Tragedy"
Laevaentteinn Rebel Base
7:26 p.m., 03/23
Lucifer gazed with tense eyes out into the black dusk, his arms folded and the twin scars streaking his eyes chattered war tactics. Qastor waited by the door. Staccato raindrops performed a tremolo upon the vibrato glass. He noticed the chair he threw aside previously a few days ago was still lying on the floor. An artery of lightning illumined the haunted conference hall. Lucifer turned and unfolded his arms, his sword scabbard scraped and clicked against the polished marble floor as he made his way to the door. Qastor started and went ahead.
Lucifer's hands trembled... He witnessed the possession of his right hand as it made its way to the hilt of his sword. He seized his possessed right wrist with his left hand. His good right eye twitched, while his bad left eye strained. His right hand overpowered his left, swiftly seizing the sword and drawing it. A long scraping of metal made Qastor turn around. He leapt back, barely escaping Lucifer's swing. The cloth on his right knee had a clean cut. Fortunately, his knee did not. Lucifer's sword continued to travel until it cleft the wall to his left, leaving a deep gash in the metal wall.
"Agh...! Qastor, get away or you'll get hurt!!" He found Lucifer travailing to hold his right hand at bay. Lucifer lurched himself against the right wall, purposefully injuring his right arm, but to no avail. His right arm was invulnerable.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Qastor looked out the nearest window. Demonically, the crimson luminescence in the sky roared a bloodthirsty dance macabre.
"Damnit... Something... is..." Lucifer seemed to have regained some control and leaned against the wall.
Taking advantage of the current situation, Qastor restrained Lucifer with all his might.
"Lucifer!? Lucifer!" A female was rushing closer. Lucifer swung his head to the adjoining hallway.
"Garnet!! NO!! DON'T-" It was too late. His right hand launched straight for Garnet, pulling his body with it and breaking free of Qastor's hold, who was swung away. The sword rose in the air and plunged straight down, slicing the heated air. An ensuing streak of blood stained the wall.
"Aaahh... Lucif...er...?" Garnet collapsed on the floor. Lucifer regained control of his arm, which hung still, releasing the blood-tipped blade. It clamored on the floor. Drops of blood splattered near the edge of the sword. Lucifer stood, transfixed. He gasped under his breath, dropping himself to the ground and picking her up in his arms. Qastor pulled himself together and hollered for a paramedic.
"Garnet..." Not daring to hurt her any further, he withdrew his right hand, supporting her with his left, but soon held her tremulous hand with it. "It's my fault... My fault!!"
Qastor turned to the window once again. Once-animato, the devilish aurora had reduced to elongated, snickering embers.