THE CELL
Prologue.
He looked up at the statue before him, it was an image of a man with long, flowing hair and there was a great sword at his side. "Sir, what do you wish of me?" he asked, looking towards he alter but not leaving the cover of the dense shadows.
"Heretics have defeated the honored Mother." Came the restrained, ominous voice, from the statue.
He thought this over; he took in what the detached voice told him. "I feared as much, I could feel it, when mother fell. from grace." He replied, wiping tears from his eyes. "What will happen now?" He asked.
"Not all is lost, but we lack the power to restore the Avatars. so, you must detain and exterminate those who have killed the Mother." The voice replied.
"I am filled with sorrow, the world will grow dark now that the mother who once did make all things unto this world will never again look down upon her work. Who are the defilers who slew the mother of all thing?" He asked sadly.
"Mere mortals, walking the dirt and tedium of meaningless existence. ignorant upstarts. mongrels before the eyes of the Goddess." Came the voice's reply.
"Just show me where they are and I will exterminate them." He replied.
"I'm glad, I know I could count on you." The voice replied. "As we speak, Mother's Killers trudge through the barren sands of the great desert." The voice added. "They will walk and soon set up a camp for the night. as it is common among those of mortal flesh to seek rejuvenation in times of weakness."
An image then appeared before him. He looked down and saw four people struggling through the vicious desert sands. One of them was a young man with blue hair and a white coat, one was a young woman in a pink dress with blond hair and wings, the third was a strange looking man with tiger stripes and a tail, and the last was a strange looking woman with long rabbit ears and long flowing red hair.
He looked up at the alter and waited for it say more. "They will try to leave the desert, but I want you to make sure that they never see anything beyond the blighted dunes of desert. You will trap them and deal with them. by means that you see fit." The voice instructed him.
"Yes of course, sir." He replied. "These unfit beast will set up their camp- as you say- and they will take their rest. a rest that they will never awake from. As sure as the stars are in the sky, I will unveil to them the terrors of death and hell itself." He replied.
".Drakkus?" The voice asked.
"Yes?" He replied.
"Hold back nothing, no less then true terror is fit for beast such as those who assassinated Myria ." The voice added as it faded away and the statue became completely quiet again.
Drakkus looked at the projection of the four travelers. "They'll never leave the desert alive. I'll break apart their hearts and minds with fear and loathing." He added.
Drakkus twirled around looked over at four smoothed sections of the rock wall and watched as an image of each of the four members appeared in them.
"Four hells for four assassins." He exclaimed.
~End of Prologue~
Well, here it is, my serious story, I hope you will enjoy all the future material for it. I wrote this because as I progressed with my other works, I realized that I desperately want to make something serious. So, this is the result, I hope you will enjoy it.
Thanks, Bojack.
Prologue.
He looked up at the statue before him, it was an image of a man with long, flowing hair and there was a great sword at his side. "Sir, what do you wish of me?" he asked, looking towards he alter but not leaving the cover of the dense shadows.
"Heretics have defeated the honored Mother." Came the restrained, ominous voice, from the statue.
He thought this over; he took in what the detached voice told him. "I feared as much, I could feel it, when mother fell. from grace." He replied, wiping tears from his eyes. "What will happen now?" He asked.
"Not all is lost, but we lack the power to restore the Avatars. so, you must detain and exterminate those who have killed the Mother." The voice replied.
"I am filled with sorrow, the world will grow dark now that the mother who once did make all things unto this world will never again look down upon her work. Who are the defilers who slew the mother of all thing?" He asked sadly.
"Mere mortals, walking the dirt and tedium of meaningless existence. ignorant upstarts. mongrels before the eyes of the Goddess." Came the voice's reply.
"Just show me where they are and I will exterminate them." He replied.
"I'm glad, I know I could count on you." The voice replied. "As we speak, Mother's Killers trudge through the barren sands of the great desert." The voice added. "They will walk and soon set up a camp for the night. as it is common among those of mortal flesh to seek rejuvenation in times of weakness."
An image then appeared before him. He looked down and saw four people struggling through the vicious desert sands. One of them was a young man with blue hair and a white coat, one was a young woman in a pink dress with blond hair and wings, the third was a strange looking man with tiger stripes and a tail, and the last was a strange looking woman with long rabbit ears and long flowing red hair.
He looked up at the alter and waited for it say more. "They will try to leave the desert, but I want you to make sure that they never see anything beyond the blighted dunes of desert. You will trap them and deal with them. by means that you see fit." The voice instructed him.
"Yes of course, sir." He replied. "These unfit beast will set up their camp- as you say- and they will take their rest. a rest that they will never awake from. As sure as the stars are in the sky, I will unveil to them the terrors of death and hell itself." He replied.
".Drakkus?" The voice asked.
"Yes?" He replied.
"Hold back nothing, no less then true terror is fit for beast such as those who assassinated Myria ." The voice added as it faded away and the statue became completely quiet again.
Drakkus looked at the projection of the four travelers. "They'll never leave the desert alive. I'll break apart their hearts and minds with fear and loathing." He added.
Drakkus twirled around looked over at four smoothed sections of the rock wall and watched as an image of each of the four members appeared in them.
"Four hells for four assassins." He exclaimed.
~End of Prologue~
Well, here it is, my serious story, I hope you will enjoy all the future material for it. I wrote this because as I progressed with my other works, I realized that I desperately want to make something serious. So, this is the result, I hope you will enjoy it.
Thanks, Bojack.