Hah forgot to mention that I do not own Raz nor Nosgoth. Go kiss an orc if
you think otherwise ;)
Silence. As if extracted from an ancient tomb, still, thick silence of the ages. It stunned a human brain, stunning it by cutting it off from the quotidian habitat of noise it always lived it. Perfect stillness. Seffra opened her eyes and surveyed the hall they were thrown into. The air was perfectly dry, it made one's throat parched and the eyes water. The paint was peeling off the walls. The place was a dreary, empty tomb. And, she knew, it was the path into the infinite.
The humans did not despise the Devil. Neither did they love him. Death was not a loss, it was merely a passage into a better realm. It was a shame to mourn. It was a shame to fear death. The Humans often tried to picture the Devil, to depict him with paint or carved his images. But not one man or woman of the tribe ever saw him. It was a privilege to have one's life transformed into the heavenly existence by the Devil himself.
The humans sat huddled on the sandy arena of the hall and chanted sad melodies. Their minds soared above the world, gathering their thoughts and feelings. That was the only burden they knew they could take into the Otherworld.
Seffra smiled, listening to the ancient tunes. Although old, she too was impressed by the wealth of the Keep. But the greatest miracle she caught a glimpse of on her way, were the flowers. Great, purple blossoms that seemed to billow in the wind. The lush green ivies and the gnarled trees, all in abundance and all in one huge garden. It seemed impossible. Life. Flowers...
The Devil's Lair lay underneath the keep. It was a vast artificial cavern, with carved pillars to carry the roof and marble tiled floor. In the middle, a rectangular block of marble rested.. The Chamber was dark, not a ray of sunlight penetrated to the thick walls. Subdued, red glow of torches lit the monumental shapes of the room. Suspended on heavy chains, cages hung from the ceiling. This way the humans were lowered into the chamber. Red curtains with the white zigzags of the Razielim sigil adorned the walls.
A sound of heavy chains. A rush of air from above. . On the platform above, Silma signaled that it was time. The cages were being lowered into the Chamber.
The line of the reddish sky slowly disappeared out of her sight as Seffra descended into the darkness of the chamber. The images of monstrous orchids from the garden flashed before her eyes as the darkness enveloped her.
She looked down, between the wide bars of the cage. Small dots of red lights flickered here and there. She was being submerged into a sea or red, thick, warm fog. Her hands on the cold bars, she watched the emerging giant pillars and the approaching floor. Her eyes rested on the altar. She froze. A dark shape was there. She couldn't tell what it was.but.
Her fingers closed on an amulet that was hanging from her neck. She felt the familiar shape and felt its power and it soothed her storming emotions. Calm yourself, she whispered. You must be strong. You must face this. This is no fable or legend. It's reality.
The cages rested on the marble floor. Silence fell again, and it crushed them. Heads hung down, they sat in their little prisons. Waiting.
Silma smirked as she saw the cages reach the bottom of the chamber. The Master was awakening. The dark vibrations of his growing hunger touched her mind. The deepest, primal, thirst that sprang from the ashes of sleep. Making her way, down a spiral staircase, she was thinking about that latest Change that came over her Master. She could remember the night when it began so clearly.
A memory of his sharp claws on her skin, flashed through her mind. Suffering drove him half-mad. But there was no time, nor reason for harboring grudges. She nursed her wounds and put the burning memory back into a shadow.
A good servant always accepted the will of the master.
Her mind came back to the group of cattle she brought and she smiled, satisfied. The best specimens of the Enclaves. Surely they would satisfy the needs of the Master. She adjusted her robes and entered her study. Piles of books lay scattered about, pieces of parchment littered the room. How did the humans call the Master?
The Devil.chuckling softly, she took a quill and began recording the changes in the cattle numbers.
Seffra 's mind was filled with ancient chants and spells. They rushed at her, as if trying to protect her. She used them to put a wall before her mind, to protect herself from this imposing presence.It was Him.
She felt the deep, raw power that emanated from the figure that lay on the stone. For the first time in her life, she felt true fear. It swelled up inside of her, like a black tumor and poisoned the mind.
Dance with the Devil.She took a deep shuddering breath and let her gaze wander to the motionless figure in the center of the Chamber.
Now, from the mist of legends and tales emerged his true image.
Deionarra, Lilith and Spectral Sereda, thank you SO MUCH for reviewing this :D YAY! Hehe, Raz appears in the next chapter. Yus yus!
Spectral: the names, you ask, well Silma and Shyntarra are names of fictional RP characters I met or I role-played. Seffra comes form the word: Sefer (Seraphim) but I do like playing with names. I plan to introduce some nice names to the Firstborn
Silence. As if extracted from an ancient tomb, still, thick silence of the ages. It stunned a human brain, stunning it by cutting it off from the quotidian habitat of noise it always lived it. Perfect stillness. Seffra opened her eyes and surveyed the hall they were thrown into. The air was perfectly dry, it made one's throat parched and the eyes water. The paint was peeling off the walls. The place was a dreary, empty tomb. And, she knew, it was the path into the infinite.
The humans did not despise the Devil. Neither did they love him. Death was not a loss, it was merely a passage into a better realm. It was a shame to mourn. It was a shame to fear death. The Humans often tried to picture the Devil, to depict him with paint or carved his images. But not one man or woman of the tribe ever saw him. It was a privilege to have one's life transformed into the heavenly existence by the Devil himself.
The humans sat huddled on the sandy arena of the hall and chanted sad melodies. Their minds soared above the world, gathering their thoughts and feelings. That was the only burden they knew they could take into the Otherworld.
Seffra smiled, listening to the ancient tunes. Although old, she too was impressed by the wealth of the Keep. But the greatest miracle she caught a glimpse of on her way, were the flowers. Great, purple blossoms that seemed to billow in the wind. The lush green ivies and the gnarled trees, all in abundance and all in one huge garden. It seemed impossible. Life. Flowers...
The Devil's Lair lay underneath the keep. It was a vast artificial cavern, with carved pillars to carry the roof and marble tiled floor. In the middle, a rectangular block of marble rested.. The Chamber was dark, not a ray of sunlight penetrated to the thick walls. Subdued, red glow of torches lit the monumental shapes of the room. Suspended on heavy chains, cages hung from the ceiling. This way the humans were lowered into the chamber. Red curtains with the white zigzags of the Razielim sigil adorned the walls.
A sound of heavy chains. A rush of air from above. . On the platform above, Silma signaled that it was time. The cages were being lowered into the Chamber.
The line of the reddish sky slowly disappeared out of her sight as Seffra descended into the darkness of the chamber. The images of monstrous orchids from the garden flashed before her eyes as the darkness enveloped her.
She looked down, between the wide bars of the cage. Small dots of red lights flickered here and there. She was being submerged into a sea or red, thick, warm fog. Her hands on the cold bars, she watched the emerging giant pillars and the approaching floor. Her eyes rested on the altar. She froze. A dark shape was there. She couldn't tell what it was.but.
Her fingers closed on an amulet that was hanging from her neck. She felt the familiar shape and felt its power and it soothed her storming emotions. Calm yourself, she whispered. You must be strong. You must face this. This is no fable or legend. It's reality.
The cages rested on the marble floor. Silence fell again, and it crushed them. Heads hung down, they sat in their little prisons. Waiting.
Silma smirked as she saw the cages reach the bottom of the chamber. The Master was awakening. The dark vibrations of his growing hunger touched her mind. The deepest, primal, thirst that sprang from the ashes of sleep. Making her way, down a spiral staircase, she was thinking about that latest Change that came over her Master. She could remember the night when it began so clearly.
A memory of his sharp claws on her skin, flashed through her mind. Suffering drove him half-mad. But there was no time, nor reason for harboring grudges. She nursed her wounds and put the burning memory back into a shadow.
A good servant always accepted the will of the master.
Her mind came back to the group of cattle she brought and she smiled, satisfied. The best specimens of the Enclaves. Surely they would satisfy the needs of the Master. She adjusted her robes and entered her study. Piles of books lay scattered about, pieces of parchment littered the room. How did the humans call the Master?
The Devil.chuckling softly, she took a quill and began recording the changes in the cattle numbers.
Seffra 's mind was filled with ancient chants and spells. They rushed at her, as if trying to protect her. She used them to put a wall before her mind, to protect herself from this imposing presence.It was Him.
She felt the deep, raw power that emanated from the figure that lay on the stone. For the first time in her life, she felt true fear. It swelled up inside of her, like a black tumor and poisoned the mind.
Dance with the Devil.She took a deep shuddering breath and let her gaze wander to the motionless figure in the center of the Chamber.
Now, from the mist of legends and tales emerged his true image.
Deionarra, Lilith and Spectral Sereda, thank you SO MUCH for reviewing this :D YAY! Hehe, Raz appears in the next chapter. Yus yus!
Spectral: the names, you ask, well Silma and Shyntarra are names of fictional RP characters I met or I role-played. Seffra comes form the word: Sefer (Seraphim) but I do like playing with names. I plan to introduce some nice names to the Firstborn