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Date Posted: 02:00:55 12/10/99 Fri
Author: Borg
Subject: Advice from the death...


....
Borg sit in one of the dark corner
of what remains of Tanzara's Lair.
His motionless pose
blend into the silence
like the shadow effort
to cope with the candle light.
He should be happy,
gratefull,
of the recent turn of event.
But he's not.
The feeling's too real
to ignore.
It just all coming back
to him again.
The need to comfort
to caress
to protect.
Care.
Or is it..
Is it Love ?
Suddenly a breeze coming his way
but he's calm, kind of glad actually
for the scent is familiar.
"Not very wise Borg.." A old sound break the silence
Borg turn... slight smile facing the figure.
It is a tall figure covered all with a robe
and a hood.
And as he closing in... the candle light
iluminate the bluish skull under the hood.
"Been awhile... passing through ?" Borg greet respectfully
"Not really... more like double back."
Borg sighed
"You fetch her..." He make a head gesture to Tanzara's body
"Yesss.... one pissed off ghost."
"I bet..." Borg look away."So why are you still here ?"
The skull sit down. And look up to Borg.
"Your doubt. Your thought."
Borg sneer.
"Since when do you care ?"
"I don't... but demons who can't make up their minds like you make my job harder to accomplished.", The skull sigh,
"Do NOT underestimate Von Risper, son..."
"I'm not."
"But you're going to, aren't you ?"
Borg look straight into the void
where the eyes supposed to be on the skull.
"It's beyond me. I can't control it."
"And just what do you plan to do about it ?"
The skull's tone almost like a mock.
"I don't know."
Borg walking around like pingguin.
"I know one thing though..." He exhale heavily...
"Will not let enybody harm her... in anyway."
"Nonono... we're demons...", The skull grin wickedly,"Demons don't do such a thing."
Like a hole on a pressured tank
Borg explode...
"Then perhaps I shall CEASED TO BE A DEMON !!"
He look at everything but the skull's face.
Clearing his throath... nervous like a kid
on his first day at school.
"Carefull Damien..."
"Don't call me that.. Damien is dead."
The skull ignore his rudeness and go on...
"Mortals degrade from the light to the darkness"
Something force Borg to look the skull
in the eyes...
"..never EVER the other way around."
"That's always the first time." Borg snap the skull's sentence like he was waiting for it.
"It maybe your last." The skull remain composed.
"You're forgeting something." Fire in Borg's eyes.
"I do not born to be a demon. I choose to be..."
"But you're not GOD...", the skull get up
and lean on Borg...
"You can't even get passed me."
The air in that place suddenly flooded
with the scent of death.
Animals on and underground
are escaping from the place
like refugee of wars.
Borg's face hardened like always
when he's ready for anything
ANYTHING.
"Is that why you're here ?" Borg's jaws clunched hard.
"To stop me ?"
Contrary to the scene the skull smile
almost laugh.
"No... I don't deal with lovesick demon." He start to walk away."I'm on delivery service remember ?"
"Don't you ever fell in love ?"
Trembling is Borg's voice
"Do you know how it feels ?"
Ths skull stop and turn slightly to Borg's way.
"Unlike you, my son... I was born into the darkness."
The skull turn back to face the door.
"What I think of love you do not want to know."
For a moment a pause took place.
Awkward inapropriate pause.
"But I can tell you this..." Borg focus on the skull
"When you cross... you cross completely... whole heartedly... or you'll be condemned in the absolute annihilation. Eternal hell...."
The skull start walking away again...
Borg didn't fully understood the advice... but he felt it was important... DEAD important. He wish to thank but don't know what to say...
"Wait..."
The skull stop right at the door... his robe flapping forming an elegant hideous image... all mortals are so afraid of.
"Wha... why do the mortals called you the Ripper ?"
The skull laugh...
"Have the faintest idea...",he turn to Borg,"Most creative mortals are, aren't they ?"
"Ripper..."
Borg wait till The skull look at him.
"Thank you."
The skull raise his right hand and throw it down, smiling.
And he walk away... vanished in the dark.
Borg's eyes flickering. A plan took shape in his mind.
Especially when he remember he got a date with the queen.
A date he almost ignore. But now it serve it's purpose for him... for his plan.
"Hmmm...",He smile like a hunter."let's dance."
And he too walk away vanishing in the night
but toward the palace...
....


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