Whirr of gears, sound of metal scraping against the ground. Pistons in her new and cumbersome legs groaned in complaint, she walked away from some annoying vampire girl. The cries of "Do you want girl scout cookies"? ringing in her ears behind her, she was heading the small stretch beach that was near the factory. Leaping upwards she landed behind the vampire, her left metal hand lashing out towards her throat gripping around it. Of course vampires don't need to breath but she didn't care it was just to hold her, the cyber woman threw the undead creature to the sand pinning her down with a knee on her chest.
Drawing out her dagger her lips make her grin evily, the vampire girl asking if that is all she has. The blade flashed once under the glint of the dieing sunset, it slid in to the stomach where she began to cut away the flesh. Blood spilled down her sides mixing with the sand under them, still the cyber didn't care using her metal hand to tear away the chunk she had just carved out.
That was when the vampire struck to fight back struggling under the weight of metal and flesh, it was almost too fast to see for an ordinary human but with her enhanced eyes she caught the movement. Her metal wrist smashed against the fangs preventing them from getting near to her throat, punching her on the side of her silly head Blueray shoves her left hand in to the open wound. Tugging out large and small intestines alike dropping them on the ground, the girl tried striking again this time on her right arm. Luckily even though that was all skin and bone she still wore arm guards, can never be too careful in this city of your own form.
With a hiss of pure frustration and anger mostly from the half truths she had been told, she ripped out the vampire's un-used, stomach, liver, kidneys, bladder every organ saving the lungs and heart for last. She crushed the heart in her metal hand as the girl gave up on her existance, picking up her dagger she slashed at the throat the arms the legs. Simply mutilating the corpse for its perfection that she could no longer have, the blood sprayed her since vampires are made mostly of blood instead of water.
Sheathing her dagger Blueray stood her whole front splattered, she once again looked like a macabre thing. Her right hand trails its fingers down her cheek smearing the red stains over her skin, she almost laughed at the fact the thing never screamed. Leaving the area behind her cold, metal eyes were alight with the soft glow of her joy. She had killed and it felt good, there was still some of her old self left. There is no guilt, no remorse, no regret over her horrendous crime.
For those who knew her as she is now, they may never witness the monster she still is. The monster that hides....
Lulz of the day:
[20:07] Blueray Darkes coughs and puts her halo on
[20:08] Sawa Amiot eats Sissy's halo, "Mmm.....tastes like dirty thoughts."
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Thursday, 16 April 2009
Saturday, 4 April 2009
Fire on South beach
Unseen I stood upon the apartments watching the helicopter go past heading for the beach, since the creature had been caught its legs cut off it was immobile. Yesterday there was sloth serum delivered to every faction, good ole Meg so hard working and deligent. It was the serum that got the creature down, used for the benefit of the city. So I thought.
One of the Agents was beaten and dragged to the beach, the other one that was still flying the helicopter tried to get awawy. The thing was shot down and before it exploded the agent lept for his life, only for him to be swarmed by the residents of Toxia. Both agents were dragged to the beach, I moved to the small archway to watch the scene. They were questioned and it was Pieter's voice I heard who whipped the people up in to a frenzy to kill, it was his voice that incited the mainlanders should be burned. All in the name of showing this government they shouldn't have abandoned us, show them what the city is they will die for the mainland's sins.
Agent Hexicola: "Weren't you all mainlanders once"?
His question hung on the murderous air unanswered, my own silent answer was yes we were. Yet here we are calling this hole our home, and here I am unable to stop the deaths about to occur. He didn't beg for his life he asked to go home, slumped over the creature and lamenting about TV. That's when the fire was started the agents and the creature burned, the two human men screamed while their flesh seared and charred. They were burned alive at the stake, though I thrilled at the murder I knew there had to have been a better way. Once the fires died taking the fleeing souls with the flames, I lept from my perch and landed on the sand below. I addressed the mob, asking all those wasn't there a better way than killing them. Pieter piped up telling me not to be retarded, I said when those two don't return to the mainland they will send more. Again it was Pieter who spoke saying then they will deal with them, in the Toxian way and the Toxian fashion. I turned away from them still feigning I was reformed in some way, and I took to the rooftops again.
Turning to where the beach lay a second helicopter flew over, it launched missles at our supply ship blowing it up in a rather large mushroom cloud. Bogac was beside me he saw it too, I whirled on him as I pointed. "See this is it what the actions cost us, we could have had the Coven make up some potions to wipe their minds or the magick peoples to do mind spells". I guess I was seeing the bigger picture I was a thinker after all, the year of being a Shadow taught me to see the waves of consequences of your own actions. Bogac agreed with me but no one thought of it they just wanted the men dead, and now everyone will suffer for the shit they caused to fall on us. The lycan then began to think of ways to defend our city since there will be more to investigate the disappearences, he suggested my cybers could make the weapons needed and he had a large amount of faith in us.
I went to the streets then and just wandered through them, my mind churning with the crisis that was going to happen. Stopping at the garage I saw some Ryders hanging around Duckie, I was invited in I began to talk to them. Duckie had been captive in the hospital so I told him about the ship he uses to get in supplies, I knew about from a few rumours in the city and what Duckie once told me himself. He was distraught if I can put a name to his re-action, I discussed with the Ryder vampires its not just the food you need to worry about. Its the other things everyone uses too such as moter parts, oil, gasoline, ammo, as I listed it off they began to realise what this meant. I gave a few suggestions on how they can help, they got to work on it.
Before I left South Pieter found me sneaking up behind me, his shadow talons gripping my right shoulder and piercing my skin. He threatened me for using sloth serum for the capture, if I didn't stop using it there would be Hell to pay. Remember the Omegan Institute. I should be angry at him for making the mob murder, for bringing this on our heads. Pieter's words run like lava over me, he lulls me saying he misses me.
"I have my memory of us in K-tox, just us and no one else", I said.
Does he want an encore?
I'm not sure but that time those few hours, will never be tainted by the anger, the disappointment, the neglect, the fact he slams his foot down on me when he thinks I got out of line. I'm a different person battling with my darkness, I feel no guilt or remorse for anything I do. Somewhere inside me my desires to do what I used to do to the people, somehow they feel wrong and this makes confliction. I was once feared and hated, I was even desired by the men. Pieter hugs me we talk more after a while he lets me go saying we should move, I tell him I know its because the ex Shadow who was hated shouldn't be seen snuggling with the hated Lord. So he caught me out this time in the game, bad move on my part to let factions use the sloth serum. Like hell I would stop using it if I can get it, just have to be more careful next time. I wasn't a Walker for nothing, I wasn't council for nothing. For all his threats and smooth talking, he has no real hold on me I can do as I please.
I always do as I please, but I will make sure to guard and defend what is mine. Everything can be manupilated to benefit a whole, another lesson I learned well. Hey its not like I'm going to ever become some twisted defender of the city... Fuck that!.
Lulz of the day:
[18:19] Colleen Marjeta realizes she doesn't want to hear about marriages gone bad and crosses the street to chat with very evil shadows instead
[7:53] DCS2 2.34: Van Reinard Armors SELF
[7:54] DCS2 2.34: Van Reinard hurtsThemself
One of the Agents was beaten and dragged to the beach, the other one that was still flying the helicopter tried to get awawy. The thing was shot down and before it exploded the agent lept for his life, only for him to be swarmed by the residents of Toxia. Both agents were dragged to the beach, I moved to the small archway to watch the scene. They were questioned and it was Pieter's voice I heard who whipped the people up in to a frenzy to kill, it was his voice that incited the mainlanders should be burned. All in the name of showing this government they shouldn't have abandoned us, show them what the city is they will die for the mainland's sins.
Agent Hexicola: "Weren't you all mainlanders once"?
His question hung on the murderous air unanswered, my own silent answer was yes we were. Yet here we are calling this hole our home, and here I am unable to stop the deaths about to occur. He didn't beg for his life he asked to go home, slumped over the creature and lamenting about TV. That's when the fire was started the agents and the creature burned, the two human men screamed while their flesh seared and charred. They were burned alive at the stake, though I thrilled at the murder I knew there had to have been a better way. Once the fires died taking the fleeing souls with the flames, I lept from my perch and landed on the sand below. I addressed the mob, asking all those wasn't there a better way than killing them. Pieter piped up telling me not to be retarded, I said when those two don't return to the mainland they will send more. Again it was Pieter who spoke saying then they will deal with them, in the Toxian way and the Toxian fashion. I turned away from them still feigning I was reformed in some way, and I took to the rooftops again.
Turning to where the beach lay a second helicopter flew over, it launched missles at our supply ship blowing it up in a rather large mushroom cloud. Bogac was beside me he saw it too, I whirled on him as I pointed. "See this is it what the actions cost us, we could have had the Coven make up some potions to wipe their minds or the magick peoples to do mind spells". I guess I was seeing the bigger picture I was a thinker after all, the year of being a Shadow taught me to see the waves of consequences of your own actions. Bogac agreed with me but no one thought of it they just wanted the men dead, and now everyone will suffer for the shit they caused to fall on us. The lycan then began to think of ways to defend our city since there will be more to investigate the disappearences, he suggested my cybers could make the weapons needed and he had a large amount of faith in us.
I went to the streets then and just wandered through them, my mind churning with the crisis that was going to happen. Stopping at the garage I saw some Ryders hanging around Duckie, I was invited in I began to talk to them. Duckie had been captive in the hospital so I told him about the ship he uses to get in supplies, I knew about from a few rumours in the city and what Duckie once told me himself. He was distraught if I can put a name to his re-action, I discussed with the Ryder vampires its not just the food you need to worry about. Its the other things everyone uses too such as moter parts, oil, gasoline, ammo, as I listed it off they began to realise what this meant. I gave a few suggestions on how they can help, they got to work on it.
Before I left South Pieter found me sneaking up behind me, his shadow talons gripping my right shoulder and piercing my skin. He threatened me for using sloth serum for the capture, if I didn't stop using it there would be Hell to pay. Remember the Omegan Institute. I should be angry at him for making the mob murder, for bringing this on our heads. Pieter's words run like lava over me, he lulls me saying he misses me.
"I have my memory of us in K-tox, just us and no one else", I said.
Does he want an encore?
I'm not sure but that time those few hours, will never be tainted by the anger, the disappointment, the neglect, the fact he slams his foot down on me when he thinks I got out of line. I'm a different person battling with my darkness, I feel no guilt or remorse for anything I do. Somewhere inside me my desires to do what I used to do to the people, somehow they feel wrong and this makes confliction. I was once feared and hated, I was even desired by the men. Pieter hugs me we talk more after a while he lets me go saying we should move, I tell him I know its because the ex Shadow who was hated shouldn't be seen snuggling with the hated Lord. So he caught me out this time in the game, bad move on my part to let factions use the sloth serum. Like hell I would stop using it if I can get it, just have to be more careful next time. I wasn't a Walker for nothing, I wasn't council for nothing. For all his threats and smooth talking, he has no real hold on me I can do as I please.
I always do as I please, but I will make sure to guard and defend what is mine. Everything can be manupilated to benefit a whole, another lesson I learned well. Hey its not like I'm going to ever become some twisted defender of the city... Fuck that!.
Lulz of the day:
[18:19] Colleen Marjeta realizes she doesn't want to hear about marriages gone bad and crosses the street to chat with very evil shadows instead
[7:53] DCS2 2.34: Van Reinard Armors SELF
[7:54] DCS2 2.34: Van Reinard hurtsThemself
Friday, 28 November 2008
Death becomes her
Ever seen the River Styx?
Ever wondered what is beyond life?
I been there a couple of times there in the grip of Death, dancing with him or her not sure now. I was ripped away from that cold embrace, and bought back to "live" in this body that surges with demonic power.
Guess that's why I was chosen to be one of the four, the energies matched with them so we could synchronise. Joah was first to go under the influence of Pestilance, I knew I was due to be taken at some point but not that soon. Like the day at the library and at the Pit, she was there before me all mysterious so enticing. There is so much I do not know about Joah, but she has kept herself from being harmed by me so far. She intrigues me but now I'm pissed that she was enslaved when we were meant to be helpers, helpers not slaves this wasn't how we were meant to go down. No one takes from me and gets away from it.
Joah no Pestilance had me wrapped up in her essence of power, such power that held me to where I stood. I crave power though I'm pretty strong myself now, I know I'm powerful I can feel it but this outranked me. I didn't want to be a slave I didn't want this, when she kisses me infests me with what she is I know I'm already gone. See I'm a demon I'm already dead in techical terms, so it was easy for Death to slide in and bind me up.
Now I'm nothing more than a backseat driver in my own god damned body, its different from the possession I had from Dimentox. Then I could at least fight the commands he gave to my body, I had no choice this time I was completely unable to do anything. My shadow soon had chains wrapped around it so the world would know I was bound, from the depths of whatever place it had shoved me I watched in horror as Death took my place. Pestilance and Death killed the fire in the hearth, infected Wire some human with a disease. Once they were out the fire was relit and the stench of it was terrible, we made our way to the Shelter to find the other vessels. Brit was there but nothing much happened since Death was tired, she left Pestilance to his own devices. That necklace Brit wears though was made by Nikita..... I wonder if it does more than protect the woman who wears it.
One thing I was glad of when Death was running the show, was the fact I no longer had to suffer my nightmares. However the night time conversations with the thing were interesting, we would stand facing one another in the river Styx the water sloshing about our ankles. I was showing my demon form I couldn't hide it here, Death was wearing its female aspect. Ten arms, black skin, red eyes, long flowing white hair, feathered black wings like a fallen angel. All around me the place we were in was stark and grey, the rocks had twisted faces of agony in them and things screamed all around us in pain. Somehow I managed to smile through it all at the torture, I don't know I'm just a sadist it makes me laugh.
[Bold is Blue, italic is Death]
So why me?
You match our energy, and we are without form. Many centuries pass before we can take a form, be it under our own power or by taking others.
You are.. Death? The last two times I saw you, you were more male in appearence.
I have many aspects the more common appearence the black robed skeleton, holding a scythe what humans call the Grim Reaper. As you see me now since I am in your body, is what Hindus call Khali the Goddess of Death and sex. Unlike my brothers who have no true form, I can be more selective in how I appear.
I wasn't meant to be a slave you piece of shit, we were meant to be a team. Why send us the dreams if you weren't going to fullfill it?
Whoops sorry we lied!
She began to walk away from me, I screamed at her to come back.
The next day begins and I'm in the library only its not me its her, Grr is there and he's upset still over Joah being taken. He calls the thing Khali and she demands he feeds the vessel, hell even I could tell my body was hungry I hadn't fed since the enslavement. She got to about half raping him, my mouth and hands all over his body but taking in energy from the air that was created. Death backed off eventually cursing the ferryman, she was still partially male in her aspect I think thats what scared her off. I didn't know why she called him that until he explained he had been in the service of her and War, interesting I could learn things about people while I couldn't do anything. I was always hungry for information, I guess I can't help sucking up that stuff even when caught in a bind. She tarried too long in this place because Omega walks up the steps of the building, her red dress rustling and she scowls at me more than she does the current driver. Yeah well Omega and me always had a difference of opinion, we tolerated one another like two armies in a make shift truce. Pieter never liked her, then he had no fondness for many of his own kind.
Death moves in on Omega and fuck she's practially begging for the power she can feel all around, there was a big cluster fuck in here now since Pestilance shows up and Jonathon. Jon of all people I hadn't expected to see him back since he had his throat torn out, well Death wasn't happy to see him she called him the one that got away. Raven's song, messenger whatever she is called one of three, she was giving power to Jon and Grr to stop the two from making a move. Even Jon was calling upon his so called God to use his power, I never got that and I still don't cos I don't believe in him. Death believes in God the creator she belives she is here to deliver fate to do her task, she moves in on Omega that vampire all dressed in red so perfect so wanting. War was let in taking the leader of a peaceful faction, Grr went mad at that moment his sword was drawn. He attacked War shoving his sword deep in to War's chest piercing her heart, the air got so cold it was like the fucking artic because guess what Death isn't happy. Grr's mind had snapped he was bellowing about War then knealt down in a submissive stance, at the same time Pestilance had convinced Jason who was reading a book on the four to join with the cause. Grr the ferryman and Jason Death's warrior, both had danced to their song long before they came to here. They left or we its so hard to tell where I ended and where Death ended, the last was Kytara the same as before she was taken by Famine the four were now complete.
Ethan has a seed inside him its a seed of destruction, he said the four could have it if they got rid of Sariel. Sariel was the one they didn't stand up against, he stood in their way but to get the seed they would confront Sariel together. Only thing is that Sariel happens to be Lorne.
I was free for an hour or two to help the also temperally free Kytara deliver a curse upon the church, once done and we were at the Pit we were taken once again and thus we left. Pieter didn't like the Horsemen every time he saw Death he flipped her off, she didn't really care except for the fact he had bitten her. Word seemed to get around that they were about, the people either mocked them or feared them, some of the braver ones were challenging them saying they would fail to bring The End. Course none of the four cared they were remaining neutral while Death, tried to incite the population to party and indulge in orgies. She went as far as going about asking to be fucked making my body in to a cum bucket, the fact that people already think I slept with anyone and anything pissed me off. She felt that and made it a point the two were different, that I hoarded my body but Death was willing to share it with those who always wanted to do me. So nice of her.... Few took the offer one of them was Bato, instead she brutilised and tore him up she wrecked him.
The longer Death stayed inside my body the more it became how she wanted it to be, there wasn't much she could change but she adjusted it til it suited her. All I could do was watch, watch and do nothing about the fact how my body was being used. Even Delrith had the nerve to hit her, she wasn't happy about that.
Ever wondered what is beyond life?
I been there a couple of times there in the grip of Death, dancing with him or her not sure now. I was ripped away from that cold embrace, and bought back to "live" in this body that surges with demonic power.
Guess that's why I was chosen to be one of the four, the energies matched with them so we could synchronise. Joah was first to go under the influence of Pestilance, I knew I was due to be taken at some point but not that soon. Like the day at the library and at the Pit, she was there before me all mysterious so enticing. There is so much I do not know about Joah, but she has kept herself from being harmed by me so far. She intrigues me but now I'm pissed that she was enslaved when we were meant to be helpers, helpers not slaves this wasn't how we were meant to go down. No one takes from me and gets away from it.
Joah no Pestilance had me wrapped up in her essence of power, such power that held me to where I stood. I crave power though I'm pretty strong myself now, I know I'm powerful I can feel it but this outranked me. I didn't want to be a slave I didn't want this, when she kisses me infests me with what she is I know I'm already gone. See I'm a demon I'm already dead in techical terms, so it was easy for Death to slide in and bind me up.
Now I'm nothing more than a backseat driver in my own god damned body, its different from the possession I had from Dimentox. Then I could at least fight the commands he gave to my body, I had no choice this time I was completely unable to do anything. My shadow soon had chains wrapped around it so the world would know I was bound, from the depths of whatever place it had shoved me I watched in horror as Death took my place. Pestilance and Death killed the fire in the hearth, infected Wire some human with a disease. Once they were out the fire was relit and the stench of it was terrible, we made our way to the Shelter to find the other vessels. Brit was there but nothing much happened since Death was tired, she left Pestilance to his own devices. That necklace Brit wears though was made by Nikita..... I wonder if it does more than protect the woman who wears it.
One thing I was glad of when Death was running the show, was the fact I no longer had to suffer my nightmares. However the night time conversations with the thing were interesting, we would stand facing one another in the river Styx the water sloshing about our ankles. I was showing my demon form I couldn't hide it here, Death was wearing its female aspect. Ten arms, black skin, red eyes, long flowing white hair, feathered black wings like a fallen angel. All around me the place we were in was stark and grey, the rocks had twisted faces of agony in them and things screamed all around us in pain. Somehow I managed to smile through it all at the torture, I don't know I'm just a sadist it makes me laugh.
[Bold is Blue, italic is Death]
So why me?
You match our energy, and we are without form. Many centuries pass before we can take a form, be it under our own power or by taking others.
You are.. Death? The last two times I saw you, you were more male in appearence.
I have many aspects the more common appearence the black robed skeleton, holding a scythe what humans call the Grim Reaper. As you see me now since I am in your body, is what Hindus call Khali the Goddess of Death and sex. Unlike my brothers who have no true form, I can be more selective in how I appear.
I wasn't meant to be a slave you piece of shit, we were meant to be a team. Why send us the dreams if you weren't going to fullfill it?
Whoops sorry we lied!
She began to walk away from me, I screamed at her to come back.
The next day begins and I'm in the library only its not me its her, Grr is there and he's upset still over Joah being taken. He calls the thing Khali and she demands he feeds the vessel, hell even I could tell my body was hungry I hadn't fed since the enslavement. She got to about half raping him, my mouth and hands all over his body but taking in energy from the air that was created. Death backed off eventually cursing the ferryman, she was still partially male in her aspect I think thats what scared her off. I didn't know why she called him that until he explained he had been in the service of her and War, interesting I could learn things about people while I couldn't do anything. I was always hungry for information, I guess I can't help sucking up that stuff even when caught in a bind. She tarried too long in this place because Omega walks up the steps of the building, her red dress rustling and she scowls at me more than she does the current driver. Yeah well Omega and me always had a difference of opinion, we tolerated one another like two armies in a make shift truce. Pieter never liked her, then he had no fondness for many of his own kind.
Death moves in on Omega and fuck she's practially begging for the power she can feel all around, there was a big cluster fuck in here now since Pestilance shows up and Jonathon. Jon of all people I hadn't expected to see him back since he had his throat torn out, well Death wasn't happy to see him she called him the one that got away. Raven's song, messenger whatever she is called one of three, she was giving power to Jon and Grr to stop the two from making a move. Even Jon was calling upon his so called God to use his power, I never got that and I still don't cos I don't believe in him. Death believes in God the creator she belives she is here to deliver fate to do her task, she moves in on Omega that vampire all dressed in red so perfect so wanting. War was let in taking the leader of a peaceful faction, Grr went mad at that moment his sword was drawn. He attacked War shoving his sword deep in to War's chest piercing her heart, the air got so cold it was like the fucking artic because guess what Death isn't happy. Grr's mind had snapped he was bellowing about War then knealt down in a submissive stance, at the same time Pestilance had convinced Jason who was reading a book on the four to join with the cause. Grr the ferryman and Jason Death's warrior, both had danced to their song long before they came to here. They left or we its so hard to tell where I ended and where Death ended, the last was Kytara the same as before she was taken by Famine the four were now complete.
Ethan has a seed inside him its a seed of destruction, he said the four could have it if they got rid of Sariel. Sariel was the one they didn't stand up against, he stood in their way but to get the seed they would confront Sariel together. Only thing is that Sariel happens to be Lorne.
I was free for an hour or two to help the also temperally free Kytara deliver a curse upon the church, once done and we were at the Pit we were taken once again and thus we left. Pieter didn't like the Horsemen every time he saw Death he flipped her off, she didn't really care except for the fact he had bitten her. Word seemed to get around that they were about, the people either mocked them or feared them, some of the braver ones were challenging them saying they would fail to bring The End. Course none of the four cared they were remaining neutral while Death, tried to incite the population to party and indulge in orgies. She went as far as going about asking to be fucked making my body in to a cum bucket, the fact that people already think I slept with anyone and anything pissed me off. She felt that and made it a point the two were different, that I hoarded my body but Death was willing to share it with those who always wanted to do me. So nice of her.... Few took the offer one of them was Bato, instead she brutilised and tore him up she wrecked him.
The longer Death stayed inside my body the more it became how she wanted it to be, there wasn't much she could change but she adjusted it til it suited her. All I could do was watch, watch and do nothing about the fact how my body was being used. Even Delrith had the nerve to hit her, she wasn't happy about that.
Tuesday, 25 November 2008
Death is a woman
This entry is written in a hand more elegent than before, in long letters that flow in to one another
Seems I have found the journal of this vessel I have taken over, delight in me little one let me fill you. I am the end of all, I have chosen you. This demon is mine, you can not stop me.
Seems I have found the journal of this vessel I have taken over, delight in me little one let me fill you. I am the end of all, I have chosen you. This demon is mine, you can not stop me.
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