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I am so sorry I've been absent. Ah life. I'll get a post up right away.
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Of course, I'm looking for more campers, right now we have three, loll xD
What do you mean three. I'm still here and I posted before the week limit.
Ice started to spread from Peter's fingertips onto the wood that made up the bench in the arena. Peter jumped up immediately. The tree spirits would already want his hide for what he'd done to one of there sycamores and he didn't need Chiron talking to him about ruining the camp's equipment too. If he really wanted to burn some of his energy he should be doing it in a place where his powers couldn't physically harm anyone, the rock climbing wall in full lava mode.
With no one at camp that he was on friendly terms with Peter had taken to throwing himself into training and learning of the ways of the Greek Gods and tracing them through civilizations till the present day. Now though he just wanted to feel the wind in his hair and searing lava at his feet. There was no one at the climbing wall, the group of new kids had been taken somewhere else which was a mercy. Though he supposed if they were there he could take part in a demonstration. Strictly speaking it wasn't safe to operate the wall without a spotter watching just in case something went wrong but at camp the management mostly put it up the campers to look after themselves. Mostly cause Mr. D would probably be thrilled if a camper killed themselves on the lave wall.
Peter scaled to the top dodging falling pieces of rock and squirts of fire as well as steam cause by his powers interacting with the lava. When he finally jumped down from the wall his shirt had several different burn marks in it and he was covered in sweet. He really needed a shower but first Peter wanted something to eat. He hiked up the hill to the kitchen, it was always deserted at this time of day and he could probably find a better selection of food than what the satyrs gave at meal times.
Peter pushed in the door thinking about cinnamon toast and froze. The table had been set up and an intoxicating smell permeated the air but more than that there were three people eating what looked like part of a turkey dinner. Frost crept from his hand to the door that he was holding and he fought to supress it. He shouldn't be here but at the same time he was incredibly hungry. "Um, hi." He said shyly. "Mind if I join you?"
With no one at camp that he was on friendly terms with Peter had taken to throwing himself into training and learning of the ways of the Greek Gods and tracing them through civilizations till the present day. Now though he just wanted to feel the wind in his hair and searing lava at his feet. There was no one at the climbing wall, the group of new kids had been taken somewhere else which was a mercy. Though he supposed if they were there he could take part in a demonstration. Strictly speaking it wasn't safe to operate the wall without a spotter watching just in case something went wrong but at camp the management mostly put it up the campers to look after themselves. Mostly cause Mr. D would probably be thrilled if a camper killed themselves on the lave wall.
Peter scaled to the top dodging falling pieces of rock and squirts of fire as well as steam cause by his powers interacting with the lava. When he finally jumped down from the wall his shirt had several different burn marks in it and he was covered in sweet. He really needed a shower but first Peter wanted something to eat. He hiked up the hill to the kitchen, it was always deserted at this time of day and he could probably find a better selection of food than what the satyrs gave at meal times.
Peter pushed in the door thinking about cinnamon toast and froze. The table had been set up and an intoxicating smell permeated the air but more than that there were three people eating what looked like part of a turkey dinner. Frost crept from his hand to the door that he was holding and he fought to supress it. He shouldn't be here but at the same time he was incredibly hungry. "Um, hi." He said shyly. "Mind if I join you?"
Susanna tossed and turned in her sleep. This was not unusual for her, with the life that had claimed her she was lucky that her psyche wasn't more damaged than it was. Susanna sat straight up awake, the sound of a little boys screams ringing in her ears. Lilith always had a thing for destroying families. Unable to sleep Susanna stood and walked to the window of the room; The moon was high tonight illuminating the square that Susanna had been unable to save. People moved bodies from the area without any idea what had happened. Perhaps they thought that the Demon's of Veiron had attacked them from a distance. It must be unnerving living so close to the sight of the Cataclysm.
Can't sleep again little girl? Lilith asked slowly, Susanna could feel her fatigue. In mortal form Demons might be able to neutralize a lot of human weaknesses but they still needed sleep albeit less often. Normally Susanna resented the demon for all it had done but tonight she was grateful not be alone. "Every time I close my eyes I see that boy from Elois." Both the girl and the demon knew who she was talking about. The boy that made us feel human again. He welcomed us after a very long journey... He screamed like a wild pig when I started. Susanna could feel the malicious smile that would be curling her lips if Lilith was the one in control.
"Couldn't you try to be human for a couple of seconds. Show some compassion. Didn't you used to be an elven girl. Don't you remember what it was like to feel love for someone or sadness at there death?" The pause was so long that Susanna gave up on getting a response. She glanced at the door and it suddenly occurred to her that if Cecilia and her father thought she was still possessed and with the display she'd put on why wouldn't they, they would be able to follow her trail here easily. Susanna took hold of a very old green dresser and propped it against the door. It's surface was clear and clean so Susanna withdrew her quarter staff and her father's sword and plaed them on the dresser while she went about polishing the both of them and sharpening the military sword.
I remember. "What?" Susanna asked having forgotten her question of earlier. I remember what it was like to feel compassion. Then it felt like love. When I was taken to the underworld the one thought the kept me alive was that my family would wait for me. Eventually I clawed my way out of the pit but I wasn't me anymore. I was something formless and foul. I tried to talk to them. To tell them that I loved them, they called me a demon and exercised me from the village. I learned that day that no matter how important people say family is what they really mean is that perfect, pretty families are important. They don't have time for the secrets under the bed.
Susanna swallowed a sob. She could feel the truth in the statement and she felt sad from the monster. The she remembered the scream of the little boy again. Whatever sweet innocent thing that Lilith had been five hundred years ago was long gone leaving only an angry vengeful husk in its place. If you're cleaning weapons you might as well see to Mahtan's as well. Blood does not react well with elven smithing. Susanna didn't really care to clean the elf's weapons after what he had done to the town but she was filled with a nervous energy that would not let her sleep. It was best that she do something productive. Susanna used a little bucket of water to clean off the blood and her own oil and whetstone to sharpen and polish it though from the feel of the blade it needed no sharpening. With Lilith's instructions Susanna restrung the bow and she lay out the weapons on the dresser in a display. Is someone tried to break the door down the sound of Mahtan's weapons falling to the floor would alert them at least.
Susanna then wriggled back under the covers and fell asleep. Her dreams were plagued with Lilith's victims and the ever present voice of the Grand Accuser of the after life, the being that would oversee her Trial of the Damned. She didn't get much sleep but that wasn't surprising. When the dawn came Susanna was awake but she didn't want to get up. The cocoon of the blankets she'd formed for herself was warm and comfortable unlike the harsh world out there. Sometimes she just wanted to curl up and sleep for eternity.
Get up girl. Lilith's voice had no amusement or pleasure in it as was normal for her. This wasn't something that she did for entertainment. Susanna gave a small yelp at the forcefulness of the demon's voice and pushed the blankets roughly off her body. Mahtan was already up and had turned sharply when he heard the sound she made. Susanna made no apologies and Mahtan didn't expect any.
Susanna looked around the room. The weapons that she had polished last night were in perfect condition but the rest of the room appeared as if a storm had charged through it. She'd heard breaking and shattering during the night but thought it was part of her nightmares. "Susanna...did you clean these for me? Furthermore, why is the door barred?" His tone was sweet and he was clearly trying to be as nice as possible to her after the fit he'd thrown the night before. The only reason that Susanna was not running for the hills was because she had the power to stop him if he did it again. This town would be rubble if she hadn't been there.
"Yes, it's not good for the blade to be soiled, it can lead to rust or dulling of the blade." It was something that she'd learned from her father. Not with swords per say but with the butchers tools they used to kill the fatted calf on market day. She assumed the same principle applied. She was not in the mood to honey coat anything like he was trying to do for her. "I barred the door in case anyone came looking for vengeance because of that tantrum you threw. I wiped as many memories as I could but I can't be sure I got everyone." She said it plainly. He could have killed them all in his rage and that would not have benefited him, Susanna or Lilith.
Mahtan came and sat on the bed next to Susanna staying as far to the edge of the mattress as he could. A smell engulfed her. The smell that Lilith had pointed out back in the clearing. It was the smell that had convinced her that he wasn't a demon but it smelled different now. The trees smelled rotten and the cold unforgiving. It was like the smell had been corrupted. Susanna recognized the signs that that smell indicated. Mahtan was starting to smell of demon energies.
She tried not to wretch, her nostrils flaring. To anyone else this smell would probably be wonderful but she would like nothing better than for it go go away. "Susanna.." the elf was trying to keep the good mood between them and use it as leverage for what he said next. "We need to go to the Veiron Keep, I feel something there calling me, and I'm sure Lilith does too. I haven't heard her speak since last night, but I'm sure she wants to be there as well. I need to learn to control the powers I have, I don't want to risk harming more innocent people, or even yourself. I don't know what I would do without you and Lilith guiding me and keeping me in line."
That was the wrong way to go. Anything Lilith wanted Susanna wanted to stay far away from. This foolish elf was treating her and the demon like they were two sides of the same coin, like they were in sync. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Come on Susanna. You said you didn't want him to cause anymore catastrophes. If it will make you go I'll tell you a secret. You'll find a truth inside the gates of Veiron. It is something that perhaps you don't want to know when you find out but the curiosity will burn you up till you do. Susanna hated Lilith in that moment more than she'd ever hated anyone. Susanna even as a child was intensely curious and Lilith knew that Susanna couldn't resist the allure of some long forgotten secret. In Mahtan's direction she nodded once. She was going to regret it, hell she already did but the decision was made.
Mahtan turned and stood up. For a moment there Susanna had the strange feeling that he was going to hug her but the moment passed and he stood sheathing his weapons and moving the dresser from the door. When he turned Susanna had dressed herself and she saw on his chest a large gash that had been roughly sewn back into place. "It's nothing. My wound isn't fully healed..." He said nonchalantly. "Thank you for treating it. Just next time, do a better job so I can move correctly." What? She hadn't treated his wound, actually she didn't remember him being injured in the first place. Perhaps it was a by product of the demonic power flowing through him. Maybe it was ripping his mortal form apart.
Mahtan turned and ran through the door moving quickly. It was the elven style she supposed. They didn't like to waste time on idle things like travel. She ran after him falling further behind. He was fast. She noticed that the town's people had started to repair the town. She hoped it wouldn't be in vain. Susanna followed Mahtan all the way to the gates of Veiron. At the time of the Cataclysm they had been ripped from there hinged by a force desperate to get out. Both Susanna and the elf scrambled over the fallen gates. Mahtan was so far ahead of her that he could not hear her warning when an orc archer appeared on the building opposite. It pierced him with an arrow and black blood flowed from his veins. That wasn't a good sign, Susanna's blood ran black but she was still technically possessed. All the changes that the demon made to its host still held sway over her.
Susanna didn't have time to look after Mahtan. She had her own battles to fight. Soon the orcs streamed out of the surrounding houses surrounding the elf and human in two separate rings. Susanna drew her quarter staff. It was time to fight. If she'd learned one thing over the very long years it was when to stand your ground and when to run. In a very deep place in her soul Susanna knew that she could destroy these blasphemous orcs.
She stabbed the staff forward bypassing the slow creature's axe. When it made contact with skin a bright light appeared between the orc and the staff. The orc disintegrated before Susanna. The others backed off from her immediately and focused on the elf. She felt soiled and energized at the same time. It was a feeling that was coming over her more and more in recent days and she didn't like it. Ah, it's been awhile since I've consumed a creature's life essence. Of course it only works on those that let the demons into there hearts, certain loyal humans, orcs, that sort of thing. I'd stay out of his way if I were you. He looks pretty angry but I'll deal with that.
Susanna watched as Mahtan pounded orc after orc with far more force than was necessary butchering one on the handle of his own axe. When the killing was done. Susanna approached Mahtan, he looked brutalized. Deep gashes had formed all over his body though she was sure that not one orc had touched him. On instinct or perhaps on instruction from her inner demon (It was getting harder to tell), Susanna reached out her hand and placed it on various areas of the elf. She felt his muscles knit themselves back together as his insides were put right. He could not survive if he kept down this way. The energy from the orc's life essence faded quickly forcing her to draw on Lilith's strength and her own. She was not used to channelling this power and Lilith was not used to healing. The going was rough and a lot of energy was wasted but eventually Mahtan stood healed in front of Susanna and Lilith.
Mahtan thanked her and handed her a chunk of bread. It smelled of Reach, the uncorrupted smell of Reach unlike Mahtan's. He warned her against eating too much but Lilith told her that many demon hosts ate and regurgitated much worse things without consequence. This bread would not hurt her. Susanna enjoyed the taste. It tasted, as strange as it sounds like contentment. She scarfed down the whole loaf. She had not eaten in days. Then she stood up. She knew this was Lilith's wish and not hers but it did not matter Susanna held her fist high and knocked on the huge cherry oak doors that looked big enough to allow a beast of unportioned size to fit through.
Can't sleep again little girl? Lilith asked slowly, Susanna could feel her fatigue. In mortal form Demons might be able to neutralize a lot of human weaknesses but they still needed sleep albeit less often. Normally Susanna resented the demon for all it had done but tonight she was grateful not be alone. "Every time I close my eyes I see that boy from Elois." Both the girl and the demon knew who she was talking about. The boy that made us feel human again. He welcomed us after a very long journey... He screamed like a wild pig when I started. Susanna could feel the malicious smile that would be curling her lips if Lilith was the one in control.
"Couldn't you try to be human for a couple of seconds. Show some compassion. Didn't you used to be an elven girl. Don't you remember what it was like to feel love for someone or sadness at there death?" The pause was so long that Susanna gave up on getting a response. She glanced at the door and it suddenly occurred to her that if Cecilia and her father thought she was still possessed and with the display she'd put on why wouldn't they, they would be able to follow her trail here easily. Susanna took hold of a very old green dresser and propped it against the door. It's surface was clear and clean so Susanna withdrew her quarter staff and her father's sword and plaed them on the dresser while she went about polishing the both of them and sharpening the military sword.
I remember. "What?" Susanna asked having forgotten her question of earlier. I remember what it was like to feel compassion. Then it felt like love. When I was taken to the underworld the one thought the kept me alive was that my family would wait for me. Eventually I clawed my way out of the pit but I wasn't me anymore. I was something formless and foul. I tried to talk to them. To tell them that I loved them, they called me a demon and exercised me from the village. I learned that day that no matter how important people say family is what they really mean is that perfect, pretty families are important. They don't have time for the secrets under the bed.
Susanna swallowed a sob. She could feel the truth in the statement and she felt sad from the monster. The she remembered the scream of the little boy again. Whatever sweet innocent thing that Lilith had been five hundred years ago was long gone leaving only an angry vengeful husk in its place. If you're cleaning weapons you might as well see to Mahtan's as well. Blood does not react well with elven smithing. Susanna didn't really care to clean the elf's weapons after what he had done to the town but she was filled with a nervous energy that would not let her sleep. It was best that she do something productive. Susanna used a little bucket of water to clean off the blood and her own oil and whetstone to sharpen and polish it though from the feel of the blade it needed no sharpening. With Lilith's instructions Susanna restrung the bow and she lay out the weapons on the dresser in a display. Is someone tried to break the door down the sound of Mahtan's weapons falling to the floor would alert them at least.
Susanna then wriggled back under the covers and fell asleep. Her dreams were plagued with Lilith's victims and the ever present voice of the Grand Accuser of the after life, the being that would oversee her Trial of the Damned. She didn't get much sleep but that wasn't surprising. When the dawn came Susanna was awake but she didn't want to get up. The cocoon of the blankets she'd formed for herself was warm and comfortable unlike the harsh world out there. Sometimes she just wanted to curl up and sleep for eternity.
Get up girl. Lilith's voice had no amusement or pleasure in it as was normal for her. This wasn't something that she did for entertainment. Susanna gave a small yelp at the forcefulness of the demon's voice and pushed the blankets roughly off her body. Mahtan was already up and had turned sharply when he heard the sound she made. Susanna made no apologies and Mahtan didn't expect any.
Susanna looked around the room. The weapons that she had polished last night were in perfect condition but the rest of the room appeared as if a storm had charged through it. She'd heard breaking and shattering during the night but thought it was part of her nightmares. "Susanna...did you clean these for me? Furthermore, why is the door barred?" His tone was sweet and he was clearly trying to be as nice as possible to her after the fit he'd thrown the night before. The only reason that Susanna was not running for the hills was because she had the power to stop him if he did it again. This town would be rubble if she hadn't been there.
"Yes, it's not good for the blade to be soiled, it can lead to rust or dulling of the blade." It was something that she'd learned from her father. Not with swords per say but with the butchers tools they used to kill the fatted calf on market day. She assumed the same principle applied. She was not in the mood to honey coat anything like he was trying to do for her. "I barred the door in case anyone came looking for vengeance because of that tantrum you threw. I wiped as many memories as I could but I can't be sure I got everyone." She said it plainly. He could have killed them all in his rage and that would not have benefited him, Susanna or Lilith.
Mahtan came and sat on the bed next to Susanna staying as far to the edge of the mattress as he could. A smell engulfed her. The smell that Lilith had pointed out back in the clearing. It was the smell that had convinced her that he wasn't a demon but it smelled different now. The trees smelled rotten and the cold unforgiving. It was like the smell had been corrupted. Susanna recognized the signs that that smell indicated. Mahtan was starting to smell of demon energies.
She tried not to wretch, her nostrils flaring. To anyone else this smell would probably be wonderful but she would like nothing better than for it go go away. "Susanna.." the elf was trying to keep the good mood between them and use it as leverage for what he said next. "We need to go to the Veiron Keep, I feel something there calling me, and I'm sure Lilith does too. I haven't heard her speak since last night, but I'm sure she wants to be there as well. I need to learn to control the powers I have, I don't want to risk harming more innocent people, or even yourself. I don't know what I would do without you and Lilith guiding me and keeping me in line."
That was the wrong way to go. Anything Lilith wanted Susanna wanted to stay far away from. This foolish elf was treating her and the demon like they were two sides of the same coin, like they were in sync. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Come on Susanna. You said you didn't want him to cause anymore catastrophes. If it will make you go I'll tell you a secret. You'll find a truth inside the gates of Veiron. It is something that perhaps you don't want to know when you find out but the curiosity will burn you up till you do. Susanna hated Lilith in that moment more than she'd ever hated anyone. Susanna even as a child was intensely curious and Lilith knew that Susanna couldn't resist the allure of some long forgotten secret. In Mahtan's direction she nodded once. She was going to regret it, hell she already did but the decision was made.
Mahtan turned and stood up. For a moment there Susanna had the strange feeling that he was going to hug her but the moment passed and he stood sheathing his weapons and moving the dresser from the door. When he turned Susanna had dressed herself and she saw on his chest a large gash that had been roughly sewn back into place. "It's nothing. My wound isn't fully healed..." He said nonchalantly. "Thank you for treating it. Just next time, do a better job so I can move correctly." What? She hadn't treated his wound, actually she didn't remember him being injured in the first place. Perhaps it was a by product of the demonic power flowing through him. Maybe it was ripping his mortal form apart.
Mahtan turned and ran through the door moving quickly. It was the elven style she supposed. They didn't like to waste time on idle things like travel. She ran after him falling further behind. He was fast. She noticed that the town's people had started to repair the town. She hoped it wouldn't be in vain. Susanna followed Mahtan all the way to the gates of Veiron. At the time of the Cataclysm they had been ripped from there hinged by a force desperate to get out. Both Susanna and the elf scrambled over the fallen gates. Mahtan was so far ahead of her that he could not hear her warning when an orc archer appeared on the building opposite. It pierced him with an arrow and black blood flowed from his veins. That wasn't a good sign, Susanna's blood ran black but she was still technically possessed. All the changes that the demon made to its host still held sway over her.
Susanna didn't have time to look after Mahtan. She had her own battles to fight. Soon the orcs streamed out of the surrounding houses surrounding the elf and human in two separate rings. Susanna drew her quarter staff. It was time to fight. If she'd learned one thing over the very long years it was when to stand your ground and when to run. In a very deep place in her soul Susanna knew that she could destroy these blasphemous orcs.
She stabbed the staff forward bypassing the slow creature's axe. When it made contact with skin a bright light appeared between the orc and the staff. The orc disintegrated before Susanna. The others backed off from her immediately and focused on the elf. She felt soiled and energized at the same time. It was a feeling that was coming over her more and more in recent days and she didn't like it. Ah, it's been awhile since I've consumed a creature's life essence. Of course it only works on those that let the demons into there hearts, certain loyal humans, orcs, that sort of thing. I'd stay out of his way if I were you. He looks pretty angry but I'll deal with that.
Susanna watched as Mahtan pounded orc after orc with far more force than was necessary butchering one on the handle of his own axe. When the killing was done. Susanna approached Mahtan, he looked brutalized. Deep gashes had formed all over his body though she was sure that not one orc had touched him. On instinct or perhaps on instruction from her inner demon (It was getting harder to tell), Susanna reached out her hand and placed it on various areas of the elf. She felt his muscles knit themselves back together as his insides were put right. He could not survive if he kept down this way. The energy from the orc's life essence faded quickly forcing her to draw on Lilith's strength and her own. She was not used to channelling this power and Lilith was not used to healing. The going was rough and a lot of energy was wasted but eventually Mahtan stood healed in front of Susanna and Lilith.
Mahtan thanked her and handed her a chunk of bread. It smelled of Reach, the uncorrupted smell of Reach unlike Mahtan's. He warned her against eating too much but Lilith told her that many demon hosts ate and regurgitated much worse things without consequence. This bread would not hurt her. Susanna enjoyed the taste. It tasted, as strange as it sounds like contentment. She scarfed down the whole loaf. She had not eaten in days. Then she stood up. She knew this was Lilith's wish and not hers but it did not matter Susanna held her fist high and knocked on the huge cherry oak doors that looked big enough to allow a beast of unportioned size to fit through.
If you have a flash light but it's powered by magic rather than a battery is it not suddenly not a flash light? Aliens tend to really not mix well in a medieval setting.
If we want to add Gods to this I've got some original ideas and a creation myth that is as of yet unused but I don't think adding advanced tech is a good idea even if it is powered by "Magic".
If we want to add Gods to this I've got some original ideas and a creation myth that is as of yet unused but I don't think adding advanced tech is a good idea even if it is powered by "Magic".
Saturday 3:45 PM
Christian scrambled to his feet. The bus was in disarray. He could hear groans and yells and panicked talking everywhere. He himself had a splitting headache streaking across his forehead. He brought his hand up to his head and felt a thick liquid matted into his hair. No need to panic, it wasn't necessarily blood. He brought the liquid to his lips and touched his tongue to it. It tasted metallic and warm. He was bleeding badly. He needed to find a paramedic but he desperately wanted to avoid the hospital. . He didn't like those places after the accident.
Christian used the balance rail on the roof to navigate his way to the back door and pushed it open roughly. They'd been on fourth street about a block from the downtown mall. That meant that there was a subway station... two blocks to his left. Christian used a spare t-shirt in his backpack stanch the bleeding to his head as he walked. He knew he should be going to the paramedics right now but he just couldn't face that place again. They'd given him some minor medical training after his accident in case there were complications and he was unable to reach a phone. What they meant was in case he royally butchered himself because he couldn't see.
Sunday 7:21 PM
Christian had begrudgingly gotten some help returning home from a few pedestrians. When he'd gotten here he'd poured himself some tea, measuring the heat of the mug so as not to over fill. Then he watched a sitcom with describe video enable. He'd patched the wound on his head up to satisfaction but the splitting headache had started over again. There wasn't anything more he could do about it, the best thing he could was to pop a few Advil and take a shower.
Christian stripped of his cloths and stepped into the tub. He modulated the temp it was comfortable and let the water wash over him. The shampoo bottle was the one with the opening on top while the conditioner had the opening on the bottom. Christian kept his bath space relatively clear so as not to confuse which product he was using. Halfway through rubbing the shampoo carefully into his hair to avoid aggravating his head wound his started to feel dizzy, his muscles ached.
Christian had the bad feeling that his body wasn't going to support him much longer and to keep from cracking his head on the tiles he sat down in the tub. A few minutes later a wave of nausea washed over him and Christian collapsed with water pelting his face. That night Christian dreamed of the accident again. It often plagued his sleep causing him to toss and turn. He saw the crash again from a distance unable to do anything to stop it. He watched his brother's neck twist the wrong way and his sister bleed out in front of him. He was always surprised that the gas tank didn't catch fire.
Sunday 11:37 AM
Christian woke up suddenly, he was still lying in the tub, cold water pelting his face. He quickly washed the shampoo out of his hair, dried himself and dressed in a fresh pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He had called the family he was suppose to be teaching yesterday and after hearing that he'd been in a bus accident they'd told him that it was alright and they'd see him next week. This was his free day of the week. Maybe he'd go to a movie or something. Christian walked to the door, and opened it immediately picking up the paper in front of him, he froze. No matter how much he asked the paper boy never put it in the same spot twice, how had he known where it would be. Normally he had to feel around for it.
Christian walked inside confused. He should call the doctor, maybe his sight was beginning to return. The phone flew across the room, Christian didn't know how he knew but he felt it coming towards him and he held up his hand catching it midair. Had he caused that to happen? He wondered shock filling his system. What was going on here?
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Christian scrambled to his feet. The bus was in disarray. He could hear groans and yells and panicked talking everywhere. He himself had a splitting headache streaking across his forehead. He brought his hand up to his head and felt a thick liquid matted into his hair. No need to panic, it wasn't necessarily blood. He brought the liquid to his lips and touched his tongue to it. It tasted metallic and warm. He was bleeding badly. He needed to find a paramedic but he desperately wanted to avoid the hospital. . He didn't like those places after the accident.
Christian used the balance rail on the roof to navigate his way to the back door and pushed it open roughly. They'd been on fourth street about a block from the downtown mall. That meant that there was a subway station... two blocks to his left. Christian used a spare t-shirt in his backpack stanch the bleeding to his head as he walked. He knew he should be going to the paramedics right now but he just couldn't face that place again. They'd given him some minor medical training after his accident in case there were complications and he was unable to reach a phone. What they meant was in case he royally butchered himself because he couldn't see.
Sunday 7:21 PM
Christian had begrudgingly gotten some help returning home from a few pedestrians. When he'd gotten here he'd poured himself some tea, measuring the heat of the mug so as not to over fill. Then he watched a sitcom with describe video enable. He'd patched the wound on his head up to satisfaction but the splitting headache had started over again. There wasn't anything more he could do about it, the best thing he could was to pop a few Advil and take a shower.
Christian stripped of his cloths and stepped into the tub. He modulated the temp it was comfortable and let the water wash over him. The shampoo bottle was the one with the opening on top while the conditioner had the opening on the bottom. Christian kept his bath space relatively clear so as not to confuse which product he was using. Halfway through rubbing the shampoo carefully into his hair to avoid aggravating his head wound his started to feel dizzy, his muscles ached.
Christian had the bad feeling that his body wasn't going to support him much longer and to keep from cracking his head on the tiles he sat down in the tub. A few minutes later a wave of nausea washed over him and Christian collapsed with water pelting his face. That night Christian dreamed of the accident again. It often plagued his sleep causing him to toss and turn. He saw the crash again from a distance unable to do anything to stop it. He watched his brother's neck twist the wrong way and his sister bleed out in front of him. He was always surprised that the gas tank didn't catch fire.
Sunday 11:37 AM
Christian woke up suddenly, he was still lying in the tub, cold water pelting his face. He quickly washed the shampoo out of his hair, dried himself and dressed in a fresh pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He had called the family he was suppose to be teaching yesterday and after hearing that he'd been in a bus accident they'd told him that it was alright and they'd see him next week. This was his free day of the week. Maybe he'd go to a movie or something. Christian walked to the door, and opened it immediately picking up the paper in front of him, he froze. No matter how much he asked the paper boy never put it in the same spot twice, how had he known where it would be. Normally he had to feel around for it.
Christian walked inside confused. He should call the doctor, maybe his sight was beginning to return. The phone flew across the room, Christian didn't know how he knew but he felt it coming towards him and he held up his hand catching it midair. Had he caused that to happen? He wondered shock filling his system. What was going on here?
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Susanna blinked twice trying to extradite the black spots from her vision. She'd have a scare from a blow like that, it must be bleeding. Susanna ran her hand over her head and while she found the spot that twinged when she touched it there didn't seem to be a wound. Mahtan had rushed to her side sheathing his sword, he must have just fought someone but she didn't see an trace of fresh blood. He gave her a quick explanation. A group of bandits most likely attracted by Susanna's complete mental break had come to the area and struck her over the head.
Mahtan promised her that he wouldn't let anything of that sort happen to Susanna ever again. Just as Susanna was feeling like there was someone she could actually trust after all these years he backed off using the address of human rather than her name. Susanna wasn't sure what had changed in the elf but despite his coldness he offered her his arm and they walked to the nearest town perhaps a league from the Great Gates of the Demon City.
When they finally got to the town darkness was beginning to seep into the air. The night was oncoming and the people had started to hang lanterns. There was a brisk chill in the air that got the blood pumping. They needed to get supplies here before they... well Susanna didn't know where they would go after this. She knew that she had to keep the elf safe but at the same time a tiny voice in her mind that was not at all related to Lilith whispered that the elf wanted to see Veiron again. Susanna didn't know what good would come of that but she knew that she didn't want to see that city again.
Susanna was about to start haggling with a man about his overpriced foods when a sight caught her eye. She wasn't sure what made her pick out these two people above everyone else in the bustling marketplace but her hand started to shake and she gripped her staff tightly to steady them. It was an old man in his early fifties or late forties playing with a girl who was perhaps sixteen. There was a flash of a blue reflection from a stone that was tied around the girl's neck and Susanna realized why she knew these people.
"You bitch," She whispered softly.
Now now dearie, you shouldn't use that kind of language in front of the youngsters.
"Mom," Susanna whispered so no one could hear her.
The plight of these two, a father and his daughter was Susanna's fault. A month after Veiron and Lilith was furious, she'd had strong hosts before of course but never one that she couldn't break. It would be another two years before Susanna finally stopped caring. This village, it had been so much greater in the years before Veiron's fall but like the land on which the city was built this village had been scorched. Lilith had stroke through these streets with a smile on her face and orcs and imps scurrying around her feet. Lilith had had a mortal form for a little over a month and the high of the human experience hadn't faded yet.
Susanna had cried out against the destruction of the little town and Lilith decided it was about time that the farm girl learned her place. Lilith found a family, a very specific kind of family, one that was happy with an ageing father, a beautiful mother and a little girl. It wasn't hard to figure out exactly how Lilith was punishing Susanna, this was a mirror of Susanna's family if things had gone a little differently. Lilith told Susanna in her sweetest most caring voice that as a special favour she was spare the father and daughter. That was when Susanna learned that everything Lilith said came with a flip meaning.
Lilith took a kitchen knife from the families house and slowly and painfully with the little girl and her father watching and tied down she cut the mother into pieces always taking small pieces and going slow to ensure maximum pain for everyone especially Susanna. Lilith kept her word. She let the girl and her father go but they were scared for life. Before Lilith left she took a blue stone on a chain and tossed it onto the floor in front of the grieving man. It was a necklace that Susanna's mother had owned. It had extreme value to her and seeing it lie on the floor of a burned house had torn the farm girl apart.
Go on farm girl, she's not a kid any more and she had your mother's sapphire. Wouldn't it be worth her life or her mental stability to have such a precious keepsake back?
Susanna found herself nodding her head. That stone belonged to her rightfully. Susanna shook her head waving off the suggestions. "I am not your puppet any more demon, stop trying to make me into you." Oh dearie, you're a lot more like me than you'd ever let yourself admit.
Susanna was shaken as Mahtan touched her shoulder. She'd completely forgotten he was there. "Susanna, we can't be lingering here, we need to get what we need and move on, towards Veiron. I believe we will find some answers if only we got closer." He said to her gently. Her worst fear was realized. He wanted her to go with him into the city. The rune on her neck twinged uncomfortably. She shouldn't be going so close to such demonic powers. Something very powerful said that she couldn't enter that city.
A man, a shop keeper of some sort who had eavesdropped on there conversation butted in conversation rudely demanding to know who they thought they were that they could approach the cursed ground of Veiron. Mahtan looked at the man with something that Susanna hadn't seen in him, contempt and more than that a sadistic pleasure.
Mahtan began to change before Susanna' eyes. His teeth started to elongate into fangs and his eyes warped black like Susanna's when Lilith's power ran wild. Susanna gasped sharply taking in the cold night air. Who was this creature?
That is simple dear, I planned on keeping this from you awhile longer while we prepared him but I suppose you ought to know. This is the Harbinger of Death, Prince of Hellfire and Champion of the Underworld. It is my task to stay with him and keep harm from coming to him.
"I'll never fulfil your mission whore." Susanna spat under her breath. All around the square the lanterns flames turned and dark black the emanated blood red light. Susanna knew this kind of flame. She could remember lifetimes of bathing in it as she fought to get to the surface but those weren't her memories. The light felt good sinking into her body, energizing her. She felt like she could drink a river of blood or crack the earth open all the way down to her master's throne on the deepest level. NO! Those weren't her feelings.
[i]Susanna you must make this stop.
"What?" Susanna said suddenly surprised. This was the kind of destruction that Lilith lived for. Why would she want it stopped.
Girl if this is not stopped our hand will be tipped to the forces of the light, Mahtan is our ultimate weapon but he will not fare so well if the enemy had his identity. Thought I can't imagine you'll care about that then listen to this. If you do not stop Mahtan then the rest of the people here will die including that poor little girl and her father. Feed Mahtan my words in your silkiest voice and he will listen.
Susanna reached up to touch Mahtan's shoulder knowing what she must say to stop the Elf. She knew now that he was a creature of evil but she still felt the need to keep him in check. It was her duty. No, it was Lilith's duty she could not confuse there roles. She was in charge now.
[/i][/b]Mahtan, my Prince. Do not do this. Control yourself. We can talk about this later, just stop it now. I will wipe these Human's minds, but you must stop![/i][/b]
She gripped his shoulder firmly and she spoke Lilith's words. Susanna didn't know how she did it but though she said the entire thing she did not open her mouth once. This was part of Lilith's demonic energy and she knew that her eyes had gone black. The rune on the back of her neck hurt again but she didn't care. She needed him to stop.
Mahtan didn't answer her but the flames died all around him as he walked away towards the edge of town where an inn was waiting for them. She must now wipe the minds of everyone in the square. It would take some time but she knew that none would leave, everyone was too dazed. She started at one side laying her hand over an old man's forehead, pulling the memories from him. After twenty or thirty people the power Susanna had taken from the hellfire had long faded but she kept going. When she got to the girl and her father she looked down at them. They were both awake but unable to move. She had to make them understand that she wasn't the same. It was clear they recognized her.
She knelt down next to the girl, as a small mercy she wouldn't wipe there minds. She felt confident that they would tell no one, they would pretend to be like everyone else. Clueless. "I am sorry little girl, what's you're name." The girl looked terrified but she stammered "Cecilia." Susanna smiled "That's a beautiful name. Last time you saw me..." The memories flooded Susanna again but only a handful of words teamed to describe it. "I wasn't myself, I am the host of the demon that killed you're mother and I will never stop paying for her crimes but I can try." Susanna touched the blue stone around Cecilia's neck and a wash of energy and emotion fled from Susanna into the gem. She knew what she had done to it but it had come more from instinct than actual thought.
"Cecilia, this stone will protect you now. When it turns from blue to red that means there is a demon nearby. The darker the red the more powerful or numerous the demonic threat. If it ever turns black run for your life."
Susanna stood and turned her back on the two, this was all the good she could do for them after destroying there lives but at least it was something."Wait," said a voice behind her. She turned, the man was on his feet again. "At least tell us you're name." Susanna smiled sadly. "My name's Susan. I hope that gem keeps you safe, it belonged to my mother."
Susanna turned her back on them again when a voice burst across the square. "This was all you're doing! DEMON! MONSTER!" It was the store keeper who'd interrupted her and Mahtan's conversation. It was the man that had set Mahtan's demonic powers off. He rushed at her with a hammer he'd picked up from somewhere. She ducked under the weapon who's user didn't know had to wield it and grabbed him by the neck. She could feel his heart beating faster under her hands. Sometime changed in Susanna. She felt angry towards this man. The destruction in the town though wrought by Mahtan's unearthly powers had been caused by this man's snooping. Come on, just a little squeeze It didn't register in Susanna's mind that that wasn't her own thought until it was too late. Susanna gripped the man's neck and squeezed as hard as she could. His flesh crumpled under her iron fist her throat collapsing and spaying blood everywhere.
Susanna realized what she had done and looked at Cecilia and her father who where both horrified. "I guess, I haven't shaken the monster completely." She said pathetically before she dropped the corpse and ran off after the elf. She needed to find Seth of Valeria. The thought of him made her slightly nauseous but something told her that he was the only one that could stop Mahtan. You have to stay with him, the elf "I don't got to do anything you say." Susannna whispered venomously Yes you do, this was just a precursor. If his power goes untrained then all of the kingdom will become like Veiron. You have the power to control him, at least for the time being.
Susanna cursed the demon for her logic was sound. She had to stay with the Prince of Darkness to stop him from doing anything like this again. She let herself quietly into the inn and checked which room he was in collapsed onto the second bed apposite him. The elf was fast asleep and it was a good thing. Susanna needed her sleep, however restless and nightmare filled it was.
Mahtan promised her that he wouldn't let anything of that sort happen to Susanna ever again. Just as Susanna was feeling like there was someone she could actually trust after all these years he backed off using the address of human rather than her name. Susanna wasn't sure what had changed in the elf but despite his coldness he offered her his arm and they walked to the nearest town perhaps a league from the Great Gates of the Demon City.
When they finally got to the town darkness was beginning to seep into the air. The night was oncoming and the people had started to hang lanterns. There was a brisk chill in the air that got the blood pumping. They needed to get supplies here before they... well Susanna didn't know where they would go after this. She knew that she had to keep the elf safe but at the same time a tiny voice in her mind that was not at all related to Lilith whispered that the elf wanted to see Veiron again. Susanna didn't know what good would come of that but she knew that she didn't want to see that city again.
Susanna was about to start haggling with a man about his overpriced foods when a sight caught her eye. She wasn't sure what made her pick out these two people above everyone else in the bustling marketplace but her hand started to shake and she gripped her staff tightly to steady them. It was an old man in his early fifties or late forties playing with a girl who was perhaps sixteen. There was a flash of a blue reflection from a stone that was tied around the girl's neck and Susanna realized why she knew these people.
"You bitch," She whispered softly.
Now now dearie, you shouldn't use that kind of language in front of the youngsters.
"Mom," Susanna whispered so no one could hear her.
The plight of these two, a father and his daughter was Susanna's fault. A month after Veiron and Lilith was furious, she'd had strong hosts before of course but never one that she couldn't break. It would be another two years before Susanna finally stopped caring. This village, it had been so much greater in the years before Veiron's fall but like the land on which the city was built this village had been scorched. Lilith had stroke through these streets with a smile on her face and orcs and imps scurrying around her feet. Lilith had had a mortal form for a little over a month and the high of the human experience hadn't faded yet.
Susanna had cried out against the destruction of the little town and Lilith decided it was about time that the farm girl learned her place. Lilith found a family, a very specific kind of family, one that was happy with an ageing father, a beautiful mother and a little girl. It wasn't hard to figure out exactly how Lilith was punishing Susanna, this was a mirror of Susanna's family if things had gone a little differently. Lilith told Susanna in her sweetest most caring voice that as a special favour she was spare the father and daughter. That was when Susanna learned that everything Lilith said came with a flip meaning.
Lilith took a kitchen knife from the families house and slowly and painfully with the little girl and her father watching and tied down she cut the mother into pieces always taking small pieces and going slow to ensure maximum pain for everyone especially Susanna. Lilith kept her word. She let the girl and her father go but they were scared for life. Before Lilith left she took a blue stone on a chain and tossed it onto the floor in front of the grieving man. It was a necklace that Susanna's mother had owned. It had extreme value to her and seeing it lie on the floor of a burned house had torn the farm girl apart.
Go on farm girl, she's not a kid any more and she had your mother's sapphire. Wouldn't it be worth her life or her mental stability to have such a precious keepsake back?
Susanna found herself nodding her head. That stone belonged to her rightfully. Susanna shook her head waving off the suggestions. "I am not your puppet any more demon, stop trying to make me into you." Oh dearie, you're a lot more like me than you'd ever let yourself admit.
Susanna was shaken as Mahtan touched her shoulder. She'd completely forgotten he was there. "Susanna, we can't be lingering here, we need to get what we need and move on, towards Veiron. I believe we will find some answers if only we got closer." He said to her gently. Her worst fear was realized. He wanted her to go with him into the city. The rune on her neck twinged uncomfortably. She shouldn't be going so close to such demonic powers. Something very powerful said that she couldn't enter that city.
A man, a shop keeper of some sort who had eavesdropped on there conversation butted in conversation rudely demanding to know who they thought they were that they could approach the cursed ground of Veiron. Mahtan looked at the man with something that Susanna hadn't seen in him, contempt and more than that a sadistic pleasure.
Mahtan began to change before Susanna' eyes. His teeth started to elongate into fangs and his eyes warped black like Susanna's when Lilith's power ran wild. Susanna gasped sharply taking in the cold night air. Who was this creature?
That is simple dear, I planned on keeping this from you awhile longer while we prepared him but I suppose you ought to know. This is the Harbinger of Death, Prince of Hellfire and Champion of the Underworld. It is my task to stay with him and keep harm from coming to him.
"I'll never fulfil your mission whore." Susanna spat under her breath. All around the square the lanterns flames turned and dark black the emanated blood red light. Susanna knew this kind of flame. She could remember lifetimes of bathing in it as she fought to get to the surface but those weren't her memories. The light felt good sinking into her body, energizing her. She felt like she could drink a river of blood or crack the earth open all the way down to her master's throne on the deepest level. NO! Those weren't her feelings.
[i]Susanna you must make this stop.
"What?" Susanna said suddenly surprised. This was the kind of destruction that Lilith lived for. Why would she want it stopped.
Girl if this is not stopped our hand will be tipped to the forces of the light, Mahtan is our ultimate weapon but he will not fare so well if the enemy had his identity. Thought I can't imagine you'll care about that then listen to this. If you do not stop Mahtan then the rest of the people here will die including that poor little girl and her father. Feed Mahtan my words in your silkiest voice and he will listen.
Susanna reached up to touch Mahtan's shoulder knowing what she must say to stop the Elf. She knew now that he was a creature of evil but she still felt the need to keep him in check. It was her duty. No, it was Lilith's duty she could not confuse there roles. She was in charge now.
[/i][/b]Mahtan, my Prince. Do not do this. Control yourself. We can talk about this later, just stop it now. I will wipe these Human's minds, but you must stop![/i][/b]
She gripped his shoulder firmly and she spoke Lilith's words. Susanna didn't know how she did it but though she said the entire thing she did not open her mouth once. This was part of Lilith's demonic energy and she knew that her eyes had gone black. The rune on the back of her neck hurt again but she didn't care. She needed him to stop.
Mahtan didn't answer her but the flames died all around him as he walked away towards the edge of town where an inn was waiting for them. She must now wipe the minds of everyone in the square. It would take some time but she knew that none would leave, everyone was too dazed. She started at one side laying her hand over an old man's forehead, pulling the memories from him. After twenty or thirty people the power Susanna had taken from the hellfire had long faded but she kept going. When she got to the girl and her father she looked down at them. They were both awake but unable to move. She had to make them understand that she wasn't the same. It was clear they recognized her.
She knelt down next to the girl, as a small mercy she wouldn't wipe there minds. She felt confident that they would tell no one, they would pretend to be like everyone else. Clueless. "I am sorry little girl, what's you're name." The girl looked terrified but she stammered "Cecilia." Susanna smiled "That's a beautiful name. Last time you saw me..." The memories flooded Susanna again but only a handful of words teamed to describe it. "I wasn't myself, I am the host of the demon that killed you're mother and I will never stop paying for her crimes but I can try." Susanna touched the blue stone around Cecilia's neck and a wash of energy and emotion fled from Susanna into the gem. She knew what she had done to it but it had come more from instinct than actual thought.
"Cecilia, this stone will protect you now. When it turns from blue to red that means there is a demon nearby. The darker the red the more powerful or numerous the demonic threat. If it ever turns black run for your life."
Susanna stood and turned her back on the two, this was all the good she could do for them after destroying there lives but at least it was something."Wait," said a voice behind her. She turned, the man was on his feet again. "At least tell us you're name." Susanna smiled sadly. "My name's Susan. I hope that gem keeps you safe, it belonged to my mother."
Susanna turned her back on them again when a voice burst across the square. "This was all you're doing! DEMON! MONSTER!" It was the store keeper who'd interrupted her and Mahtan's conversation. It was the man that had set Mahtan's demonic powers off. He rushed at her with a hammer he'd picked up from somewhere. She ducked under the weapon who's user didn't know had to wield it and grabbed him by the neck. She could feel his heart beating faster under her hands. Sometime changed in Susanna. She felt angry towards this man. The destruction in the town though wrought by Mahtan's unearthly powers had been caused by this man's snooping. Come on, just a little squeeze It didn't register in Susanna's mind that that wasn't her own thought until it was too late. Susanna gripped the man's neck and squeezed as hard as she could. His flesh crumpled under her iron fist her throat collapsing and spaying blood everywhere.
Susanna realized what she had done and looked at Cecilia and her father who where both horrified. "I guess, I haven't shaken the monster completely." She said pathetically before she dropped the corpse and ran off after the elf. She needed to find Seth of Valeria. The thought of him made her slightly nauseous but something told her that he was the only one that could stop Mahtan. You have to stay with him, the elf "I don't got to do anything you say." Susannna whispered venomously Yes you do, this was just a precursor. If his power goes untrained then all of the kingdom will become like Veiron. You have the power to control him, at least for the time being.
Susanna cursed the demon for her logic was sound. She had to stay with the Prince of Darkness to stop him from doing anything like this again. She let herself quietly into the inn and checked which room he was in collapsed onto the second bed apposite him. The elf was fast asleep and it was a good thing. Susanna needed her sleep, however restless and nightmare filled it was.
My suggestion would be to
A) Run away, no offence to your character
B) Get a group of warriors to run in and steal your thunder.
A) Run away, no offence to your character
B) Get a group of warriors to run in and steal your thunder.
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