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Date Posted: 21:37:22 09/10/02 Tue
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's message, "Within the power." on 21:06:53 09/10/02 Tue
Impossible
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The choir simply ceased, the parry made by Wyrd? Undone...as the wing simply came upward to parry the parry( I stated eariler so :P), not even caring about the welfare of the creature, it was so confident in its own immortality..but Chaos was not what made it so unbelieveable in its resillience to the mortal world...Madness was one of the leading factors of Chaos..and then thusly was not Dru'Riden his lord and master?
His attack was simply a distraction to Zenra, so she couldnt follow up for his final blow, his coup de grace that would at last end that miserable Goddess's life..and bring some release from his eternal agony...bringing his master some enjoyment from the woman's death...
All I have to do is kill her...and My pain is over...
The voices surrounded him, attacking him from all sides, flanking him, leaving him no quarter as they bombard him with their taunts and imprinting their will upon his own..
Why.......
The blade entered its final cresent, the tip gleaming eagerly with a fierce light dancing across of it as the miasma licked the blade as if wildfyre...eager for blood of this woman who defied him...the only one.
His feet push deeply in the fabric of time itself, bracing himself from the sudden fury about to be released, as if time itself entered a standstill, his entire body bracing itself as he whispers...
" Falling..Leaves...Cut... " , a old move where the blade mimics a falling leaf, effective...his hand slowly sliding over the pommel..wanting to get the perfect amount of momemtum...to change the course of the blade as swiftly as possible while retaining a huge amount of power...his mouth opening slowly in a brief scream of rage..of denial...
Kill her...feast upon her...ravish her....my Forbiddion..my precious lil killer
He heard the call...four parts of his soul embracing the words as if they were their destinies given to them by Phoebus...all the while mocking the small boy in the corner...
The blade descends, flaring to a harsh bale light of heavy green, no longer the majestic silver of its once noble wielder..the sheer manifestion of Forbiddion, of Dru'Riden, coursing thru the blade..coursing thru the being holding the sword...both as one.
The small boy looks up from crying, once more muttering that precious word..and never letting it go...
Love
It's what made him what he was...Love. What made him turn from his elven hertiage and use the mysterious gem to turn him into a race that was damned to only a few thought alive...that damn him to madness by his wife killed..and son the murderer...slayed by his father...what sent him to madness..years of solitary wandering...the only one left...then finding himself again.
Love Did this.
The Little boy looked up, his eyes blazing with a gaze that one could call fury, another could call vengenance. Bright keen silver eyes flaring across the entire room..the entire house...and embracing the light as his sibilings..all four of them...scream in sheer agony..even as the Father blinks in shock, even as he too is blown out of the house of silverfyre, scortching his impurities like a plague of locusts upon one's own essence.
Yet the boy was not pure himself, and endured the bright silverflame, as he done so long ago...yet he knew..despite the red hot agony coursing thru each cell...he found redemption...
The Sword erupted in bright silver fire, leaping across the void in a truimphant dance, scortching the heavens in it's brilliance as the light return to the eyes of Kami, scrotching the taint across the irisis in a final wink, each fiber of his being gleaming with the same light, his mouth rupturing with a fierce laughter, After all this time...he found true redemption.
The blade halts, a mere inch away from the white skin of Zenra...even as Kami silently sighs in sheer relief...not having been himself in countless ages...he felt his own soul again. He simply whispers the word love...he wants to embrace his love..the one that brought him back..but now was not the time..not now..he must endure that agony...
Ceallac Dru'Riden...must be met..By those who has hurt..by those he would have...and those who he challenges...
As for the aftermath...he didn't care too much for that...he found love.
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