Let the terrible massacre of Chibis be a lesson to all those would-be
assaulters of authors (If you're going to assault us then you gotta wait
until we're asleep, and then whack us with a BIG mallet!) All attacks will
be brutally put down by my horde of demons!
Kahn: Hey! How come YOU get a horde and I don't?!
Slash: Cuz I kick AZZ!
Kahn: No you don't!
Slash: Yes I do!
Kahn: No you don't!
Slash: Talk to the horde, cuz da author ain't listenin'!
Erm, today's chapter was delayed and shortened because of personal issues. A friend of mine was arrested, so I gotta go and check up with him'n shtuff. Make sure he isn't getting ass raped, or whatever. This chapter was cut short, because I can't think straight. When things are somewhat more normal, I'll get back to work, I swear. 'till then, everything is on hold. EVERYTHING.
Today's chapter is from Greenday, and iz 'Basketcase'
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Chapter XXXII: Basketcase
The demon's claw tore through Jarred's face like a hot knife through butter. A roar of pain echoed and resounded throughout the halls, along with the triumphant laughter. Blood splashed across the hallway as Malice's claws exited, taking crimson liquid with them. The moment seemed to last forever, Jarred dropping backwards, Malice laughing madly, and Elena watching it all in horror. With a sickeningly limp fall Jarred hit the floor, his body twisting at the slightest impact. Elena With her shattered knee, all Elena could do was watch as Jarred tentatively reached up to his, gently touching the four slashes across his face. Malice, living up to his name, leapt forward, brandishing his claws like butcher knives. Jarred's ember eyes looked up at the oncoming end, with all the serenity of a mill- pond.
Something snapped. Not in a literal sense, but Elena could feel something tremor in the air, and the hot rage consume her. Ignoring her broken knee, she pushed herself up. In fact, her knee felt healed somehow, as if it had never been hurt at all. More out of instinct than experience, she lifted her hand high as if expecting something to appear in it. For some reason, she wasn't disappointed. An icy blue globe appeared in her hand, and she found herself marvelling at its pale blue glow. The longer she held it, the bigger it grew, and the more tired she grew.
If you get tired, you're using too much magic. NEVER exert yourself, Jarred had said before giving her the blood gem. She was beginning to understand why she should be careful with magic.
The Turk threw the now-massive globe with all her might, satisfied as it seemed to know on its own accord where to go. Malice turned around just in time to catch the full force of the globe. Blue light exploded around them, and the dull roar of pain could barely be heard around the sound of pure destruction. Dust that had lain dormant for centuries at least was violently tossed up, shrouding the area. Taking advantage of the situation, Elena dashed to Jarred, to see if he was alright, or...
Jarred was still looking forward, a dark sheen in his eyes, and retained a calm that was baffling in his condition. His mouth seemed to be working, but no words came out. Across the hallway Malice stirred, falling to his knees, but rapidly healing himself. Elena paid the demon no heed. Nothing could get up that quick, in her opinion. She cradled the fallen warrior's head in her hands, while his eyes stared sightlessly at something else. Blood was coursing freely across his smooth face, while something akin to hazy anger burned in his eyes, but it was so distant that Elena couldn't grasp it.
Then, as if drawn on strings, Jarred stood. A grin was twisted on his face, and his tongue flicked out to lick some of the blood flowing from his open wounds. His eyes weren't burning with red rage, or even glowing with power. They were merely black orbs of nothingness, dark enough to put oblivion to shame. He steadied himself as if walking in a very strong gale, and roared. The loud sound echoed, shaking the very foundations of The Spire. And the sound only grew in strength. In front of gaping mouth white sigils were burnt into the air, the stones around them groaned as if in agony. Somehow, clawed hands reached out of Jarred's mouth, and grabbed hold of the sides of his mouth, as if something were trying to climb out of him. The sigils flared brightly, and the hands seemed to push outward, forcing Jarred's mouth open all the more, until it seemed big enough for someone to barely squeeze through. Something came out, but the light from the sigils hid it, allowing whatever was emerging from Jarred to surface in peace.
When the light died down, Jarred was gone, and all that remained was a child, but with beastlike qualities. Instead of fingers, wickedly curved claws sliced the air, and were his spine ended a tail snaked around, cracking the stones around it like a whip. Powerful limbs grappled the ground, crunching the stone as it shuddered. Charcoal black skin glistened darkly, while the sharp, white claws scraped loudly against the stones.
"We have slept for too long," It said, in a voice that seemed to embody every syllable of the word 'evil'. It was like the hissing of steel, but colder than any winter storm, harder than any metal. In a liquid motion it moved towards the rising form of Malice, snaking its tail around the demon's neck. "We hunger once more." It taunted, moving its small face against Malice's, facing him down.
"RATH!" A voice boomed, followed by the sound of a sword being hastily drawn. "I have come to hunt you down once more!"
The white skinned Psin had arrived on the scene, a long sword clasped in his hand. His white robe seemed to glow now, and his icy blue eyes radiated pale light.
The thing that had once been Jarred cringed at the voice, and turned away from Malice, almost ignoring it.
"Run, demon, and we will let you live for now." It commanded, and the demon slinked obediently away, eager for a continued lifetime. The thing stared at Psin with those blacks orbs of nothingness, face contorting into rage. "We remember you. You tried to kill us." It laughed wildly, scraping its claws against the walls. "We see you still bear the scars. This pleases us."
In one flowing motion, Psin crossed the room and slashed outwards with his blade. The beast that had been Jarred caught the blade in its hands, and recoiled instantly, hissing. A boiling sound had sounded when the sword had touched the beast, followed by what looked like a brief gout of smoke. Psin was smiling wickedly, and pulled his sword close.
"You don't like that, do you? You know who this is made of, don't you?" Psin spat, disgust suddenly on his face. "It's repulsive that you allowed your taint to destroy them both."
"We didn't do anything to them!" The thing growled, but there was a sad note in its voice, a fraction of trembling. "It's not our fault they couldn't control our power!"
The lashed out once more, hacking into the beast's shoulder. It roared in pain, and crumpled to the ground, sobbing.
"Of course it is!" Psin growled. "You don't even deserve death for your crimes!"
Elena snapped out of the trance-like state she had been in, and blocked Psin's arm as it tried to slice into the grovelling creature on the ground. The pale skinned man stared at her as if seeing her the first time, and tried to wrest out of her grip, but she held tight.
"Leave him alone," She commanded. "That's Jarred you're hacking up, buddy, and I'm not about to let you get away with it." Instinctively, she lifted her hand, and with some subconscious thought she summoned forth a glowing blue orb. "Catch my drift."
The sobbing heap laughed. It giggled madly, maniacally, but with intervals of sharp intakes of breath followed by short sobs.
"Poor, poor Elena. She has to bear my taint for a whole day. If Miena doesn't kill her out of jealousy then she'll never want to speak to us again. We always make the same mistake. We always spread our taint. Elena doesn't deserve this..." It trailed off into a stream of inaudible murmurings, highlighted by its sharp sobs.
"Gods, I can't TAKE it anymore." Psin cursed, and kicked the huddling body on the ground, swiftly knocking it out. "Stop crying! You aren't a child! And if you are then I think we should consider killing all the rest to get rid of the potential threat!" Elena scowled at the pale man's lack of pity, but slung the still beast over her shoulder. Psin had called it Rath, so maybe it was Jarred, only in a state akin to Vincent's transformations. It sounded logical, after all. Seph X HAD said that Vincent was the guinea pig of project Demi-demon, the project that Reeve suspected had spawned Jarred. Maybe this was normal, she said mentally, as if trying to convince herself.
"Take that," Psin seemed to search for the correct word, and failed. "BEAST away and give it to Wraith. He will seal the beast once more, and the one known as Jarred will return." He spat out the last part, as if it burned his tongue to speak of his enemy so lightly. "Of course, if it cannot be sealed then I will be glad to end it's misery, and let the gods decide if he is deserving of mercy or no."
He faded and vanished, scowling deeply.
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Nox Seran lashed out with his tail as the demon known as Malice dashed by, neatly tripping it. The 'it' was important. If things that were created on a whim could become real people, then things would be pretty screwed. Malice wasn't a person. It was an extension of Mech-Head, a malicious parody of the original, living on instinct and the hidden desires of the human known as Reno. Malice wasn't truly alive, no. He couldn't be. Nox Seran shuddered at the thought. Hate was one such being, but IT had freed itself from the shackles of its creators, becoming the total merging of both, now the very embodiment of evil. It had the strengths of demons, and the dangerous mind of a human. But Malice could still be controlled. For now. The snake demon prayed fervently the Mech-Head kept the demon on a short mental leash.
"You are the demon Malice, correct?" He demanded, already knowing the answer. But, sometimes you had make sure. This place was enough to make the gods themselves shudder in horror. "Stand up,"
Malice stood up, indeed, but when he was on his feet he slashed out with his claws. Snake Demons aren't known for their sanity. Nor their strength. In fact, snake demons had a lot of vices, but you say one thing about them; You couldn't keep up with them.
Nox Seran's movements were a blur, as he ducked under the claws, tripped the demon once more, and spat at the falling form. Spitting wasn't normally something to be feared, but when the spit in question is acid, it is wise to stand a few feet away. Another of the advantages of being a snake demon. REAL snakes had venom, but you got acid. Only by a fluke was Malice able to avoid losing an eye, instead of the painful burning sensation he received on his cheek.
"I am a council member, demon, not a mere human. I have the knowledge of eons in my mind," He said with strange calm. He despised having to be quiet like this. But for now he allowed the laughter to ring inside only his own head. Too many things could go wrong right now, most involving Half-Breeds and a certain trio of warriors. "You have no chance against me. I've killed people stronger than you."
A giggle arose from one of the many hallways. Malice spun around, hopelessly trying to locate the source of the voice. Nox Seran had enough experience not to try and look for the sound, as it echoed and re-echoed around. In this place you could only hope to the gods that no one was watching.
"There's no time for bickering! We have to get out of here: now! Follow me, and hope to whatever god you believe in that no one finds us!"
Kahn: Hey! How come YOU get a horde and I don't?!
Slash: Cuz I kick AZZ!
Kahn: No you don't!
Slash: Yes I do!
Kahn: No you don't!
Slash: Talk to the horde, cuz da author ain't listenin'!
Erm, today's chapter was delayed and shortened because of personal issues. A friend of mine was arrested, so I gotta go and check up with him'n shtuff. Make sure he isn't getting ass raped, or whatever. This chapter was cut short, because I can't think straight. When things are somewhat more normal, I'll get back to work, I swear. 'till then, everything is on hold. EVERYTHING.
Today's chapter is from Greenday, and iz 'Basketcase'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter XXXII: Basketcase
The demon's claw tore through Jarred's face like a hot knife through butter. A roar of pain echoed and resounded throughout the halls, along with the triumphant laughter. Blood splashed across the hallway as Malice's claws exited, taking crimson liquid with them. The moment seemed to last forever, Jarred dropping backwards, Malice laughing madly, and Elena watching it all in horror. With a sickeningly limp fall Jarred hit the floor, his body twisting at the slightest impact. Elena With her shattered knee, all Elena could do was watch as Jarred tentatively reached up to his, gently touching the four slashes across his face. Malice, living up to his name, leapt forward, brandishing his claws like butcher knives. Jarred's ember eyes looked up at the oncoming end, with all the serenity of a mill- pond.
Something snapped. Not in a literal sense, but Elena could feel something tremor in the air, and the hot rage consume her. Ignoring her broken knee, she pushed herself up. In fact, her knee felt healed somehow, as if it had never been hurt at all. More out of instinct than experience, she lifted her hand high as if expecting something to appear in it. For some reason, she wasn't disappointed. An icy blue globe appeared in her hand, and she found herself marvelling at its pale blue glow. The longer she held it, the bigger it grew, and the more tired she grew.
If you get tired, you're using too much magic. NEVER exert yourself, Jarred had said before giving her the blood gem. She was beginning to understand why she should be careful with magic.
The Turk threw the now-massive globe with all her might, satisfied as it seemed to know on its own accord where to go. Malice turned around just in time to catch the full force of the globe. Blue light exploded around them, and the dull roar of pain could barely be heard around the sound of pure destruction. Dust that had lain dormant for centuries at least was violently tossed up, shrouding the area. Taking advantage of the situation, Elena dashed to Jarred, to see if he was alright, or...
Jarred was still looking forward, a dark sheen in his eyes, and retained a calm that was baffling in his condition. His mouth seemed to be working, but no words came out. Across the hallway Malice stirred, falling to his knees, but rapidly healing himself. Elena paid the demon no heed. Nothing could get up that quick, in her opinion. She cradled the fallen warrior's head in her hands, while his eyes stared sightlessly at something else. Blood was coursing freely across his smooth face, while something akin to hazy anger burned in his eyes, but it was so distant that Elena couldn't grasp it.
Then, as if drawn on strings, Jarred stood. A grin was twisted on his face, and his tongue flicked out to lick some of the blood flowing from his open wounds. His eyes weren't burning with red rage, or even glowing with power. They were merely black orbs of nothingness, dark enough to put oblivion to shame. He steadied himself as if walking in a very strong gale, and roared. The loud sound echoed, shaking the very foundations of The Spire. And the sound only grew in strength. In front of gaping mouth white sigils were burnt into the air, the stones around them groaned as if in agony. Somehow, clawed hands reached out of Jarred's mouth, and grabbed hold of the sides of his mouth, as if something were trying to climb out of him. The sigils flared brightly, and the hands seemed to push outward, forcing Jarred's mouth open all the more, until it seemed big enough for someone to barely squeeze through. Something came out, but the light from the sigils hid it, allowing whatever was emerging from Jarred to surface in peace.
When the light died down, Jarred was gone, and all that remained was a child, but with beastlike qualities. Instead of fingers, wickedly curved claws sliced the air, and were his spine ended a tail snaked around, cracking the stones around it like a whip. Powerful limbs grappled the ground, crunching the stone as it shuddered. Charcoal black skin glistened darkly, while the sharp, white claws scraped loudly against the stones.
"We have slept for too long," It said, in a voice that seemed to embody every syllable of the word 'evil'. It was like the hissing of steel, but colder than any winter storm, harder than any metal. In a liquid motion it moved towards the rising form of Malice, snaking its tail around the demon's neck. "We hunger once more." It taunted, moving its small face against Malice's, facing him down.
"RATH!" A voice boomed, followed by the sound of a sword being hastily drawn. "I have come to hunt you down once more!"
The white skinned Psin had arrived on the scene, a long sword clasped in his hand. His white robe seemed to glow now, and his icy blue eyes radiated pale light.
The thing that had once been Jarred cringed at the voice, and turned away from Malice, almost ignoring it.
"Run, demon, and we will let you live for now." It commanded, and the demon slinked obediently away, eager for a continued lifetime. The thing stared at Psin with those blacks orbs of nothingness, face contorting into rage. "We remember you. You tried to kill us." It laughed wildly, scraping its claws against the walls. "We see you still bear the scars. This pleases us."
In one flowing motion, Psin crossed the room and slashed outwards with his blade. The beast that had been Jarred caught the blade in its hands, and recoiled instantly, hissing. A boiling sound had sounded when the sword had touched the beast, followed by what looked like a brief gout of smoke. Psin was smiling wickedly, and pulled his sword close.
"You don't like that, do you? You know who this is made of, don't you?" Psin spat, disgust suddenly on his face. "It's repulsive that you allowed your taint to destroy them both."
"We didn't do anything to them!" The thing growled, but there was a sad note in its voice, a fraction of trembling. "It's not our fault they couldn't control our power!"
The lashed out once more, hacking into the beast's shoulder. It roared in pain, and crumpled to the ground, sobbing.
"Of course it is!" Psin growled. "You don't even deserve death for your crimes!"
Elena snapped out of the trance-like state she had been in, and blocked Psin's arm as it tried to slice into the grovelling creature on the ground. The pale skinned man stared at her as if seeing her the first time, and tried to wrest out of her grip, but she held tight.
"Leave him alone," She commanded. "That's Jarred you're hacking up, buddy, and I'm not about to let you get away with it." Instinctively, she lifted her hand, and with some subconscious thought she summoned forth a glowing blue orb. "Catch my drift."
The sobbing heap laughed. It giggled madly, maniacally, but with intervals of sharp intakes of breath followed by short sobs.
"Poor, poor Elena. She has to bear my taint for a whole day. If Miena doesn't kill her out of jealousy then she'll never want to speak to us again. We always make the same mistake. We always spread our taint. Elena doesn't deserve this..." It trailed off into a stream of inaudible murmurings, highlighted by its sharp sobs.
"Gods, I can't TAKE it anymore." Psin cursed, and kicked the huddling body on the ground, swiftly knocking it out. "Stop crying! You aren't a child! And if you are then I think we should consider killing all the rest to get rid of the potential threat!" Elena scowled at the pale man's lack of pity, but slung the still beast over her shoulder. Psin had called it Rath, so maybe it was Jarred, only in a state akin to Vincent's transformations. It sounded logical, after all. Seph X HAD said that Vincent was the guinea pig of project Demi-demon, the project that Reeve suspected had spawned Jarred. Maybe this was normal, she said mentally, as if trying to convince herself.
"Take that," Psin seemed to search for the correct word, and failed. "BEAST away and give it to Wraith. He will seal the beast once more, and the one known as Jarred will return." He spat out the last part, as if it burned his tongue to speak of his enemy so lightly. "Of course, if it cannot be sealed then I will be glad to end it's misery, and let the gods decide if he is deserving of mercy or no."
He faded and vanished, scowling deeply.
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Nox Seran lashed out with his tail as the demon known as Malice dashed by, neatly tripping it. The 'it' was important. If things that were created on a whim could become real people, then things would be pretty screwed. Malice wasn't a person. It was an extension of Mech-Head, a malicious parody of the original, living on instinct and the hidden desires of the human known as Reno. Malice wasn't truly alive, no. He couldn't be. Nox Seran shuddered at the thought. Hate was one such being, but IT had freed itself from the shackles of its creators, becoming the total merging of both, now the very embodiment of evil. It had the strengths of demons, and the dangerous mind of a human. But Malice could still be controlled. For now. The snake demon prayed fervently the Mech-Head kept the demon on a short mental leash.
"You are the demon Malice, correct?" He demanded, already knowing the answer. But, sometimes you had make sure. This place was enough to make the gods themselves shudder in horror. "Stand up,"
Malice stood up, indeed, but when he was on his feet he slashed out with his claws. Snake Demons aren't known for their sanity. Nor their strength. In fact, snake demons had a lot of vices, but you say one thing about them; You couldn't keep up with them.
Nox Seran's movements were a blur, as he ducked under the claws, tripped the demon once more, and spat at the falling form. Spitting wasn't normally something to be feared, but when the spit in question is acid, it is wise to stand a few feet away. Another of the advantages of being a snake demon. REAL snakes had venom, but you got acid. Only by a fluke was Malice able to avoid losing an eye, instead of the painful burning sensation he received on his cheek.
"I am a council member, demon, not a mere human. I have the knowledge of eons in my mind," He said with strange calm. He despised having to be quiet like this. But for now he allowed the laughter to ring inside only his own head. Too many things could go wrong right now, most involving Half-Breeds and a certain trio of warriors. "You have no chance against me. I've killed people stronger than you."
A giggle arose from one of the many hallways. Malice spun around, hopelessly trying to locate the source of the voice. Nox Seran had enough experience not to try and look for the sound, as it echoed and re-echoed around. In this place you could only hope to the gods that no one was watching.
"There's no time for bickering! We have to get out of here: now! Follow me, and hope to whatever god you believe in that no one finds us!"
