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Disclaimer: I have been told to tell the truth. That, most sadly, is that I am not le Golden God, but a normal, insane person.
Darquesse looked down the street again. She was bored. They had arranged to meet up an hour ago, but could he be punctual? No. Never mind that he had not actually arranged to meet up with Darquesse but the sorcerer that she was holding hostage, he would have known she knew what was going to happen and would disrupt his plans. She sipped her coffee and smiled prettily at the serving-boy. That was when Lord Vile finally showed up. Darquesse glared. She was finally going to have some fun, and the eejit decided to show up. No. No bloody way was she going to miss out on flirting just to pay him attention. He had made her irritated and bored. And look like a loner. She was not a loner! Not wanting others company just made her anti-social and with more important things to do then make friends of acquaintances. Except for Tanith, Darquesse thought as she lent forwards to beckon the serving boy over. Tanith had been her best (girl) friend when the persona of Valkyrie Cain was up, and then she had tried to save Val when the Remnant came to try and take over Val's body, so turning evil and preparing networks and an easier life without the threat of the God-Killers when Darquesse finally came to take over the world.
Darquesse liked Tanith. Unlike the stupid person outside who was now waiting for her. People were running and screaming, Darquesse noted as she elegantly drank some more of her coffee and licked her lips at the boy. Probably because of Lord Vile's creepy armour and how he was surrounded by shadows. Of course it could also be because of how those very shadows were twisting around and stabbing mortals, ripping out their still-pulsating hearts. The servant-boy suddenly looked outside as someone ran past screaming and spattering blood on the clean windows. He immediately yelled for help and started ignoring Darquesse. Darquesse's black eyes narrowed and she whipped her head round to the evil entirety that had once been Val's best friend. How dare he take away her distraction! And how dare the said distraction be distracted. Curling one pale hand into a fist, Darquesse extended her fingers and palm as she left the coffee shop, and as her hand snapped out, the boys' body tore apart in different directions, his yelling voice quietened.
"How dare you!" She exclaimed as she approached Lord Vile. "You made me kill that hot boy back there because he got distracted because one of the people you left alive came running past and worried him! I wanted to kiss him!" Lord Vile looked at her eerily before shadow walking just behind her. But Darquesse was ready.
She had felt the energy rush to the coiled darkness. So as he appeared behind her, Darquesse moved and struck energy into his armour. He hardly felt it, but she had struck the first blow. As she punched- physically this time- he recoiled backwards slightly then swayed forwards as her fist sailed past. Darquesse knew that she had over-reached, and as she stumbled forwards to try and regain her balance, Lord Vile stepped forwards into her personal space and started punching.
One to the head, if Darquesse could not heal herself she may have had concussion.
A second punch came in the form of a one-two and he struck her nose, breaking it and causing a gush of blood to seep out, and one to her stomach, doubling Darquesse up.
She didn't bother to heal her nose- all he would do was break it again, and it did not hurt very much. But Darquesse did stop the blood flowing out.
Another punch distracted her as he caught her jaw with a plated fist as she flipped in an artful backwards roll. It ruined it. Darquesse sprawled over the road as she healed her shattered jaw-bone. As Lord Vile's dark boots disappeared, Darquesse shadow-walked over to an over-hanging roof. She rose slowly into a crouch and peered over the edge of the balcony and spied on the bemused figure striding along the road. He was seeking her out swiftly somehow, and Darquesse smirked as he stopped in an easy place to jump out at him. She gathered up her limbs and sprang like a panther, colliding with Lord Vile and knocking him to the ground. She gathered up his energy and pulled it out from his indestructible as he flipped the duo over and ruined her body. As he punched, Darquesse was pounded into the earth.
He broke her jaw again first. Then her wrist- though that was because he pulled her out of the small hole pounded into the ground.
He dumped her on the ground again and stepped on one booted ankle. Darquesse felt Ghastly's clothes resist the pressure, but the force was too great and her bone snapped.
She concentrated on sucking out his energy and using it to heal herself. He got ferocious and broke her arm, her other wrist, her leg, her collarbone, her ribs as he felt her new trick working.
Darquesse felt the sorcerers the moment they stepped into vicinity of her and Lord Vile, and knew that the latter mentioned felt it too. She did not know why they were there- they couldn't do anything to harm the two afore-mentioned, but she decided to ignore them and get on with destroying Lord Vile.
Darquesse bucked her hips as she healed her broken bones, but kept her jagged collarbone gleaming of blood and tattered skin producing to stab him if he came closer. As he flipped off her, Darquesse threw herself up and followed Lord Vile towards the sorcerers. She grabbed him and made them crash through the coffee-shop window. Grabbing a broken shard of glass, Darquesse stabbed Lord Vile as she felt the presence of a soul-catcher drag her. Her eyes gazed through his eye-hole slits in panic as she felt the sucking drag of it pull her.
Darquesse started running, trying to get away before she was pulled in, but Lord Vile caught her by her jacket and chucked Darquesse towards the black hole. She opened her soul-mouth in a silent scream as she felt the irresistible pull. Darquesse leapt forwards once more as she was pulled in, and grabbed Lord Vile's trailing shadows.
"What?" Darquesse rubbed her bloodied head. "Where am I? How did I get here?" She snapped out at the empty world she was surrounded by. The last thing she remembered was being sucked into that soul-catcher and grabbing Lord Vile. Was Lord Vile here? Darquesse wondered. Did he come through with her.
She jumped up from the clean white bed and wandered onto the pale-wood floor of the clinic-clean hotel room she was in. A white-painted armoire was along the wall from the head-board of the double-bed, and a white-painted desk-and-and-chair was opposite the bed. A little vanity table with a large mirror was situated in the white-tiled bathroom that was joined to the little room by a light-wood door. A bathtub was also in the bathroom, along with a toilet and sink crowded in so it all fitted.
It was tacky. Everything was made of pale wood or white-painted wood except for the lights and linen sheets. Even the lamps had white lamp-shades!
Darquesse quickly grew bored of the room and stepped through a white-painted door into a musty hallway. This was all dark: dark wooden walls, darkly-carpeted floors, aromatic candles giving off flickering light. All the doors were dark wood as well- even the outside of hers! Darquesse carefully set one booted foot onto the carpet, ready to fight if it set off an alarm, but nothing happened. No Lord Vile here either, she noted.
Padding silently along the hallway, she turned down a large passage that quickly led to the narrow stairs. A balcony wrapped round the rickety woollen-carpeted stairs and led to other passage-ways.
Darquesse ventured to look over the railing and saw that the steps led down three floors or so. She placed one hand on the tarnished railing and used it to exert pressure so she could jump over and bypass the stairs.
As she fell, she counted how many times the stairs wrapped round. One; two; three; four; five; six. Three floors. Darquesse frowned she had jumped down three floors.
Never mind.
Darquesse looked down the hallway she was now trapped in. It was ugly. And dirty. And dark. She was dark true, but that did not mean that- Her rant was interrupted by the dark shadow barrelling into her. She swung a punch, but its strength was phenomenal and cold steel bit into her flesh and cut her head off before she could heal herself.
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