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Date Posted: 21:38:23 10/02/02 Wed
The Screen simply continued to flicker. As if one forgot to pay the cable bill, simply cut off now from existance as the panel slowly...(teasingly?) shuts to a close.
Shin, the saiyajin warrior grieving over his friend, finds that Asmodious's power signature simply winks out of existance, not as if the man was hiding, but as if his lifeforce was snuffed out within a brief instant, crushed between two fingers that refused the fire to breathe again..
What happened?
I shall tell you.
The capsule's door literally exploded on it's hinges, pushed by a unseen hand toward the two assistances of Asmodious, crushing them against the camera as if they were nothing but ragdolls, their blood a odd contrast to the strange white color of the room..
A hand reached out of the collecting mist inside the capsule...small, supple..long slender fingers, followed by a somewhat muscuclar frame, as the boy pushed out of the small cramped capsule like chamber, midnight blue hair bouncing which each step, down to his shoulder blades..spikey midnight blue hair..The eyes! Bright emerald green, shining within the now almost twlight room, the only sound now...flickering screens..the breath of Asmodious...and the step of naked toes upon a cold harsh floor.
Yet the eyes!
Shining as if possessing a life of its own, one would think the gaze could shift the tides of darkness for all time, yet they now possessed a twing of fear, a fear that freezes the blood...numbs the mind...., his naked body slowly forming goose bumps as he falls in a ball, shivering in the intense cold...
A normal boy from the look of it, yet the eyes tell the tale that nothing ordinary every is born from this place. The face now looking up...the face of Shirow..the face..of Kiasin Hikoui.
" So your awake Kiasin. No don't look at me like that...Your father is safe. I only had to use his tissue to rid you of the vampiric that was still within you...you owe me! I gave you back your old life...isn't that what you wanted? "
Asmodious must have seen the cold steady glare from those astral like eyes, making one think he is drowning forever, encased within emerald...frozen in time.
The voice was the same..but diffirent, more melidious...more...eldrich.
" I know what I wanted, and it was not to be part of your sick experiments..you tricked me you flithy bastard...now both my father and the small boy are dead! " he growled, the saiyajin anger rousing in him...only to be tempered by..something foreign.
" Your father lives boy! Don't be so hasty..., as for the poor pathetic Icewind wretch, he was nothing but a slave...a mere guinapig! " he chuckled..couldn't this boy see that it was all worth it?
You'll never win Asmodious..you brought me back from my age old prison...and you've enslaved my chosen for your own agenda...
The Mako eyes were replaced...but something more sinister.
Ember eyes.
Sadly, for you, I live thru the presence of a God still weak enough to be seduced by my promises...but..I...tire now..I wish to sleep, and my chosen, my Dragauth..deserve this as well...
Zenra would feel the return of this being manifesting itself once more...who else could it be but.. HIM
The Forsaken, the thousands of forgotten swearing allegiance to he who died, simply blinked in unison, feeling the thread that bound them to his fate wither away, a dead flower during the dire winter...as he freed them..and let Zenra feel the comfort of their souls in her care...
Yet the eyes burned, a dark fury as the forsaken slowly reappeared within Ayenee, upon the sapphire plains...Zenra would send her ambassador there surely...but for now...Asmodious.
Kiasin himself disappeared, though no Forsaken was he, yet his tail was no where in sight...and yet..those eyes...
The ember eyes simply blinked once, the entire structure of a soul willing itself upon a single purpose...even as Invellios felt the departure of Ceallac, the eyes simply opened wide within the mind of Asmodious, searing his body..his mind..his very soul...his screams..as ususally was in the ways of the Dark Angel, were very long..and full of agony and the madness of pain...even as Ceallac..once more...and this time finally, died.
Shirow too was transported out , though for what reason is anyone's guess, his body still yet to have recover as it simply appears within Rakens shop, the bleeding stopped..yet the warrior still not recovered..despite the powers of Invellios..the body restored yet the mind (or soul?) still refusing to awaken...
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