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Date Posted: 10:40:18 12/06/02 Fri
The low sound of painfully beautiful music drifted across the barren landscape…expert fingers flowing as easily as water over a riverbed, over the flute…the briefest change in notes done so gracefully that the music seemed to fade in and out of the existence…
The player was lost in his music…..the player was alone, huddled and frightened shivering in the cold, folds of a tattered cloak shrouding pitifully his diminutive form. The small vestiges of a bonfire wavering in and out of existence in the biting cold before him, aiding its hand in light but hardly in what was truly needed, warmth. And yet he still played…for fear that if he stopped; he would surely die….alone he continued…fear somehow bleeding into the music…
They came then….these multiple figures in the darkness, ruby eyes twinkling in the darkest fashion, inhuman smirks painting points of ivory in pitch black solitude. Fear was overpowering…drifting off his form in nearly tangible waves of emotion. The music stopped instantly, instrument falling from lifeless fingers. A small cackle of glee issued forth from the darkness, multiple tongues tasting the air…drawing in the fear, feeding off of it like a swarm of bloated parasitic leeches.
They drew in closer, faint vestiges of light from the bonfire reaching their forms…illuminating hideous claws and burnt crimson skin. Daemons…The light also reached outwards constantly striving to pierce the darkness, yet failing in its weakness…there were others…vampires. Their skin had the look of life, they had just fed...
The boy cried out…whimpering, palms and heels pushing him backwards slipping and sliding across the snow, falling not once, but numerous times. His flight was halted by crashing into something hard….and strong. Frightened blue eyes looked upwards and saw the grinning face of another vampire…
“Boo…”
The stinging sensation of fear coursed through the boy’s body, causing his heart to beat in rapid successions, his veins seemingly throbbing with desperate intensity. He didn’t know why this fear rattled him in such a way. His mind tried to rationalize the situation, but it was to no avail. The brain, with its instincts and impulses did not allow him to move. So there he sat, paralyzed with fear, with a host of unholy creatures circling him. His thoughts were as erratic as lightning, moving from one notion to another in between…
The vampire grabbed him by the scruff of his neck hoisting him up to face level, dark eyes, pools of bloodlust and unholy desire held in check by the thinnest of veins of sanity.
”well, what do you know…it’s alive! I think we should do it a favor eh boys? After all its only a boy…I don’t think he woulda survived the night!” a chorus of chuckles lifted from the darkness…there were at least 100 of them, an entire coven…one voice reached out from the crowd…”hey bring this one back to Crystin, Donovan! Maybe that would score you some points!”
The one named Donovan turned and looked back at the boy…licking his lips greedily…he turned to the largest mass of darkness in the group…“You think we should take this one to Crystin? Or do you want him Sartha?” The vampire’s eyes drifted to the Daemon, a recent addition to this coven…one of Onimaru’s own. The daemon smirked, and stepped into the light, showing its massive form.
An aura of darkness seemed to radiate from it, huge hooves pawing the ground restlessly. Its centaur like body covered in bulging and potent muscles, scythe like appendages reaching from where its front legs should have been. Massively muscles arms clenched and unclenched their rock like fists eagerly, blades extending from its arms slowly. The huge alligator like tail swayed slowly, its bone-breaking power evident with its graceful yet deadly power. This creature was surely from the depths of hell, shimmering eyes sparkling ruby light even as it looked upon the boy’s diminutive form. This creature had seen many battles, and the net it held tied around its waist shown the heads of many creatures…elves, forgotten and even angels, little less would be expected for one of Onimaru’s mightiest champions of darkness. Sartha was second to very few of the demon-horde, his ruthlessness and animosity towards anything living legendary…
He spoke the sound like nails grating and bones breaking…a deep rumbling of dark energy in his voice… “I could always add a new trophy to my net….”
Donovan swallowed once…he had always been afraid of this one…though he knew that Crystin could probably take him….hell in his eyes Crystin was a goddess…the ultimate power in grace and lethality, with a cold uncaring attitude to spare. He tossed the boy in mid air…even as Sartha’s tail whipped around…lightning fast. There was a loud crack….deafening…
The vampire began to laugh…that was all too easy…only when the snow cleared…the boy was still there…unharmed simply gripping the tail in mid air. There was a sound…like the rending of a thick cloth…and the boy no longer was there…
Shock…oh how it tasted sweet, with just enough tang to excite your blood…Donovan’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, tiny veins reaching across the whites even as his jaws split, fangs bared, to issue a scream.
He appeared instantly then, claws reaching deep inside the vampire gripping its heart for a moment before exploding out the vampire’s back. Icy blue eyes reached deep into Donovan’s scoping them…tasting the fear…dining on the delectable sensation of loss and confusion. The light of un-life faded from his eyes even as blood splattered everywhere. He withdrew his arm from the falling vampire’s corpse and pivoted left leg whipping around in an expertly executed roundhouse kick. Donovan’s head exploded off from his shoulders…
He smirked, long shimmering onyx hair falling down to his shoulders easily…archaic clothing immaculate, seeming to shine even though it was recently stained by blood. Turning slowly He looked up, cocking his head to the side….Icy blue eyes cold and uncaring even as he glanced to the heart in his taloned hand….he upturned his hand and let the heart fall to the floor before simply stepping on it, looking at the shocked Sartha.
“What’s the matter? I would think you were accustomed to seeing blood…after-all you reek of it…” Bringing his hand to his face, his tongue slid over his hand tasting the blood of his recent kill, its metallic taste filling his head slightly and he smiled. “Yes…he was low-grade just as I thought…Maybe yours would be better?” The smirk, irrevocable slid onto his face even as his eyes darkened, sliding to a darker blue…sapphire.
“Who are you?” the daemon’s patience, what little it did have was growing thin…
“Does it really matter? After all you wont live long enough to remember my name…but I suppose you might want to know my name so that when you’re back in hell you could brag about who killed you. After-all not many people get the privilege to be killed by Enzeru Naphtali…”
“Fool! YOU not I, are surrounded by a coven of 100 vampires and you are alone! What makes you think I will be the one dieing…”
“It’s amazing! It can speak more than two words! This surely deserves a round of applause…and yet…who said I was alone?” Enzeru smirked and shrugged even as bloodcurdling screams reached into the night, figures in pitch black cloaks and hoods moving swiftly through the vampiric ranks, weapons moving impossibly fast with a precision bred of ages of combat training…tearing and rending undead flesh with ease. Enzeru looked up at the demon and merely shrugged a smirk on his face... ”so are you going to die now? I have much more important things than to stare at your utterly grotesque visage”
Sartha roared, infuriated his left hand reaching for the bloodstained battle axe, known only as Kazfghar. The enchanted weapon lustfully yearned for blood, its voracious appetite for violence matched only by its wielder, crimson energy sliding off of the weapon in barely perceptible waves of maliciousness. The demon launched himself forward, vanishing in a blur of unheard of speed, before appearing directly in front of and above Enzeru. Kazfghar came crashing down, the weapon whistling in the air as it came down and crunched into a body, flesh parting instantly, the weapon cleaving cleanly through bone.
Sartha laughed and tuned to charge the next figure in black…scythe like appendages reaching out to attack one that had drifted to closely…only to have him miss and rip a helpless vampire to shreds. It mattered not to the lumbering beast; they were only vampires after all. Powerful arms reached up and grabbed the tail of a billowing cloak and he pulled it towards him, scythe like arms slashing viciously only, to rend open air where the cloak had been. It reappeared instantly again 20 yards away and continued its rampage against the vampire horde.
“What’s the matter you dumb ox? Can’t even hit something? I mean that’s 2 you missed already…perhaps you are dumber than dirt…” Enzeru stood arms crossed simply looking at the daemon a bored look on his face.
Sartha looked downwards at the ground were another vampire was cleaved cleanly in two. A look of surprise etched forever upon its dead features. Sartha looked up…he was a fast one this newcomer…yet it mattered not…nothing could stand against him. He smirked and turned slowly, all appendages flexing slowly, as he brought both his hands to Kazfghar. Death glinted in his eyes and he roared… an aura of crimson raging along the axe and over his body rumbling the ground with its awesome, yet dreadful power. A pentagram instantly appeared on the ground blood red lines issuing forth out of nothingness. Blood…it was made of blood. Souls screamed in a melancholy dirge of pain and anguish as the very flames of hell leapt up around them both. The bitter cold was instantly replaced by the hottest of flames...searing agony coursing through the air, engulfing the area in a tinge of blood red. Sartha laughed and vanished…dematerializing into the flames before simply appearing behind Enzeru, left arm lancing outwards at his head.
The blow was easy enough to dodge, Enzeru simply dropping to the ground, left arm leading. He smirked, eyes widening as he felt the blinding pain of a scythe tearing deep into his leg. Lips parted to cry out, only to be silenced as he felt the shocking impact of hooves slamming into the back of his head and shoulders knocking him from his still falling motion and straight into the flames of hell. He barely had the time to register anything before something gripped his mane of shimmering hair and yanked him from the flame, slamming him full force into the rocky ground. He impacted so hard that he bounced and then was greeted again with the left fist only it impacted beneath his jaw, lifting him straight from the ground and into the air again. He seemed to be a rag doll in the hands of an abusive child…Pain blinded his sense renewed with each and every blow he received from Sartha’s violent hands….
He slammed into the ground from his brief flight a thin cloud of quickly melting snow barely providing a cushion. Eyes opened to the sight of the daemon grinning down at him…a figure of pitch black silhouetted in the roaring flames of hell. Kazfghar was raised in a slow deliberate fashion….
Enzeru blinked, lips bloodied eye swollen….that bitch hit hard. Wincing he glanced to the axe descending in slow motion…and he vanished… the ground splitting with a deafening crack as Kazfghar slammed into it. Enzeru leapt away…the spectral realm dancing around him in a dazzling array of multicolored lights and monochromatic figures. He leapt straight into the whip cracking tail of Sartha and was launched out of the spectral realm and face first into the floor.
“What…no cocky talk now enzeru? What’s the matter…daemon got your tongue?” He leaned down right hand gripping painfully the mane of onyx and hoisting Enzeru from the ground limply. The daemon looked down at him lifting him now to eye level, clearly and easily 11 ft from the ground. Slowly, painfully, Enzeru opened his eyes…violet eyes gone, replaced now by glimmering crimson orbs...
The blow came so fast there was no way to block. Sartha’s arm shattered, Kazfghar falling from his grasp. Instantly he released his captive and Enzeru landed on the ground crouched. There was a thump of power and the ground cracked beneath Enzeru’s feet, before simply caving in under the pressure his powerful legs exerted. The second blow was just as powerful, impacting so hard into the daemon’s chest that the muscle caved in. there was a blur of motion again, as Sartha’s tail whipped out. The crack again was deafening… only Enzeru held the tail in two outstretched hands. Finger nails extended into talons once again piercing the skin instantly and painfully. Gripping powerfully Enzeru planted his feet and heaved. The daemon was pulled from his feet as Enzeru’s muscles bulged pulling the creature in a slow circle….
The spinning accelerated until Sartha was nothing but a spinning circle above his head…and then he leapt and brought both arms down. The daemon’s face crunched into the ground…even as his tail was severed painfully by extended talons. Instantly Sartha was on his feet and lunging, arms and scythe like arms reaching to tear Enzeru to shreds. The touched only air, as Enzeru moved a blur of motion…it was time to end this.
Taloned hands struck out repeatedly…faster than any vampire…faster than Sartha…faster than Seraph Danshir….tearing, and slashing. Sathra fell to the floor in a heap of severed muscles and broken bone. Panting…and in pain Enzeru reached and grabbed the daemon by the throat talons retracting. Crimson orbs met crimson….and he smiled… Sartha screamed when he realized what was about to happen….the scream joined the echoes of those tormented in hell for but a moment….and then was gone.
Enzeru stood…totally unharmed and healthy dusting himself off… The pentagram dissolved, hells gate closing with the hiss of a thousand serpents. Everywhere…there were vampire corpses, bodies severed from heads…so as to be sure….the heads already lit aflame in a large bonfire. There was not one corpse of a being in a black cloak.
“Let me go!!! “The plaintive cry echoed in the vast emptiness…as the vampire was dragged forward on hands and knees. Enzeru reached up and gripped the being by the throat, hoisting him from his feet.
“You are going to tell Crystin…hello for me…” he smirked…crimson eyes burning with a delight, seeming to reflect the bonfire dancing outside…only...the fire wasn’t a reflection but something deep within them….
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