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Date Posted: 14:28:33 02/19/03 Wed
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Wyrd.
's message, "Bytes." on 13:29:17 02/19/03 Wed
The precious medallion gleamed within Wyrd's mouth, obviously worth a fortune in monetary value, and perhaps sentimental value to the Forgottens, their age old symbol, which long ago they rallied to, hanging them upon war banners..using them to distinct each clan...
Yukina appeared, with nothing to herald her presence, a ghastly spectre as she simply wavered there, like a eternal flame about to be snuffed out...
Kami likewise appeared, his bright eyes as dull as the grey after a day of rain, his robes fluttering about him as he too seemed to exist only in the ethereal realm..
Hundreads appeared...some familiar...some not having known life for centuries, each a Forgotten, each a lost soul. They span in the thousands, each looking outward, away from the charm, each looking into the infinite as if they were the honor guard of Time itself. Finally they stopped appearing, simply wavering in the postion in which they arrived. Each opening their mouths, as they beging to sing.
The song was beautiful, with dark undertones, a rich melody that seemed to soothe, to comfort the soul as the background seemed to pounce it, rending it cleanly till the lifeblood poured, so it could feast upon the meat..
It was the Choir.
The Charm snapped.
Black boots, doe skin leather, slowly formed, perfectly tailored, with celtic and arcanic symbols forming across the sides, scarlet red, emblazened with hate, upward the creation went, forming the muscular legs, clothed in the same soft material, the symbols now more outlandish, abyssal and infernal lettering across the knee caps. Slim wiry body....long slender fingers, delicate yet containing power, the choir reaching a climax as they became stretched, a massive gravity well pulling them into the burning ember eyes that now resided. Graceful, high cheekbones, so akin to a elf, the pointy ears of that race as well, yet his skin was not the pasty white of that, but eternally midnight. Slowly flexing his fingers, Even as his massive wings, two black sets that seemed to cut thru the air as each blade glistened with its strange power that all forgottens possessed. He smiled, as his black tail slowly wrapped about his waist, his arms falling limp at his sides.
Estarus ira vementi, veni venias, ne mor'e faciashas
He seeemed to whisper the words, his power hidden completely, as if he was among the dead...yet his aura, which was felt clearly...was not of the Dark Angel Ceallac.
He took one step toward Wyrd, Zenra, and the others, but mostly toward that Goddess, even as he tilted his head to the side, as if voicing a question.
He simply stood there, not moving, at a totally relaxed and seemingly unaware state of mind, his head still having that strange cock to the side, as if regarding something with interest..then losing's ones mind in the process. Slowly the creature raise his hand, palm up...and within it, was the soul of Shirow Hikoui, though it looked unremarkable(as souls go) The knowledge was seemingly felt in ones heart....even as the hand slowly clenched on it...the scream of agony was known in the same way as slowly, the smirk widened, as the hand clenched so tightly it formed a fist, light streaming out from between the digits until the soul faded away, consumed once more.
No...this wasn't Ceallac...this evil was much more..pure...with no slight whims of mercy within its shell. He smiled, once more, his eyes finally resting on the young Saiya-Jin Raken, as his eyes briefly switch to dark brown...familiar eyes...that were in terrible agony, the worst Tanar'ri working its dire charms upon him...even as the eyes revert back to ember...the being fades away, returning to the womb of the world.
A slight wind whispers only one word.
Vain
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