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Chaos
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Date Posted: 16:46:25 07/30/02 Tue
(If this power goes out ONE more time when I am half through with this thing.... *killing motion*)
Cute. Very cute.
She knew Nemesis could hear her, even as she stared at clouded sky. Wyrd raced off towards Nystka, two pawns destined to clash although both had gained rank since their placement on the board. Kyussai stood idly by, waiting for something to merit his attention... She did not think he would be waiting much longer. Azreal moved about on tasks of his own, caravan of spirits following him as they had for centuries, seeiking a final atonement for their sins and the Gates of Heaven. Her cloak unfurled in the wind, wings in its own right, though it would offer her no flight. She stood upon the highest of seven spires, stained glass windows starting less than a foot beneath her, bleeding red as they succombed to violet and blue. Temple's stone was deeper than black, depthless rock drawing all light unto itself. Keep more than temple, she supposed, gaze turning away from bloodied spires and lightless black gleam. Nothing met her sight, oblivion in pure form as she recalled the history of this place, disembodied and forgotten to all but the oldest of her kin. Kyussai might not even remember it, though she doubted that. he had a knack for aquiring lost information. She found that entertaining, a new development in a race short-changed for originality. The Kin had been dull as of late, but this... this would not be dull. No, Grace wasn't going to like this. It didn't matter, she'd never much cared for Grace anyhow.
A wildfire of energy raised about her, no physical motion to command something that had chosen her as its master. Chaos smiled, a look near pleasure as she spoke with a tongue honyed over by energy.
Alius terra insidiari
Lightning split the air, thunder hesitating a moment before releasing its shaken breath and leaving a sensation both sublime and bone chilling. A Creation Prayer sounded hollow against blasphemied walls, banished here to a place beyond the reach of mortal and god alike. Lightning flashed again, illuminating Chaos as she stood upon her precarious perch, arms spread against the sudden onslaught of rain. Seven spired temple, seven spired tomb, stretched heaven ward in the atrocity of light and sound, rain slickened sides playing back electricity and bass alike.
Alius terra insidiari degener equites
Temple flickered, stained spires casting red and blue light within temples walls, thunder reverberating into a symphony of drums as pressure built within. Her voice rose as Creation Prayer came to its statuary halt, silence foreclosed to a point of hushed expectation. Rain slickened temple shuddered with echoes of grandeur, sound playing its last telltale song as words descended upon spires cast in the hellish glaze of frozen lightning.
Vestra meatus ea condere
Chaos opened her eyes, hair slicked back by the wetness of rain as sunlight greeted her. Waves of indigo grass rippled in gentle summer breeze and dark temple rose heavenward, lightless doors marked with silver inlayed script. "Cursed by man, found by God, given to none and found by few." She wondered how long it would be before the newly arisen 'angel' sensed it, a magnet drawing him closer and closer, painful to step away from. She also wondered how long it would take for Grace to realize her mouth was hanging open.
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