Wraithblade6 Member
Interrogator Chaplain
STATUS: I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives. 6 yrs ago
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I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives.
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6 yrs ago
The fires of hell did not kill me.
9 yrs ago
No shoes no shirt and I still get service WHY?!
9 yrs ago
Too tired to post.
9 yrs ago
God told me, I've already got the life.....
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Ah. I see.
I don't think Ice is waiting at all.
Name: Ilyndriel
Age: 437
Race: Night Elf
Looks:
Bio: Unfortunately, you really don't know much about night elves.
Skills:
1. Shield
2. Heal
3. Mind Control
4. Pain
5. Fear
6. Resurrection, restores a person to living status from dead.
Theme song:
Other: Pacifist.
Age: 437
Race: Night Elf
Looks:
Bio: Unfortunately, you really don't know much about night elves.
Skills:
1. Shield
2. Heal
3. Mind Control
4. Pain
5. Fear
6. Resurrection, restores a person to living status from dead.
Theme song:
Other: Pacifist.
Why do I feel like we have an extreme lack of vampires?
"What is your name and what is the reason your master allowed you to roam?" Mina asked him.
"My name, is Mithias." The fanged, shadowy being spoke from underneath a veil of black hair. He glanced akance at the others to calculate how he should respond. The reason he was allowed to roam was of course to do his master's bidding. He was not free. He did not escape. Shackles and chains were no longer necessary, for the bonds that held him were clamped to his soul. The ones he wore were merely symbolic accouterment. Beaten, broken, raped, his core torn open and exposed to the lapping tongue of his master, Mithias had been remade. Hell was now his home, and he submitted.
"My master..." Mithias chose his words carefully, "...believes my will to be broken, that I am completely under his control, and so he has turned a blind eye to me. Demons let me pass as I please, seeing his mark upon me. You may make use of me." The slave kept his eyes down, so as not to appear to be speaking directly at Mina, yet obeying her. He kept a subordinate stance near Mason as well. Mithia's words implied several meanings to the princess.
Mithia had nothing to add as to whether or not Mina should stop Koran and Zaen. He glanced at Mason as he said he wouldn't be able to separate them without killing them both. Curious. What truly ensnared his attention thogh, was the transformation of Koran's arm and the essence it radiated. It was akin to his master's, a lord of hell. Mithias couldn't help but look. he took a few, slow steps forward.
It made sense, what happened when Mina grabbed him. Mithias understood it. Rank, status, structure, dominance... it was natural to hell, lawful hell, that is. Evil could still have order and perhaps even love. Mithias subconsciously placed a hand over his heart.
"What about a cactus? Pretty sure those can't be slaves... She's not that hot."
If Mithias had a tail, he would have flicked it. Instead, he crouched down and analyzed something absentmindedly in the dust. He listened to what Koran was mumbling, blinking curiously. As he learned the true identity of the two before him, he gasped, dropping his knees to the ground. Leaning on his hands, he whispered to himself and his lord, "What?! Master, why did you send me here?" He seemed to be lost in thought, almost trembling.
"Heh... Heheh... I need more blood..." Said John.
Mithias got up to face the source of the blood hungry voice. He watched coldly as the man suddenly dropped down, his scythe falling beside him. He tilted his head as the man apologised. He was clearly, crazy. Mithias extended his dark, clawed hand toward the man before him, offering to lift him up. His red eyes glowing softly, he spoke to him, "You have been affected by the magic of hell, the power of this place of ultimate damnation. It tears at your mind." Inwardly, Mithias reveled at the man's torment, and he couldn't help a slight grin. "No one can resist it for long."
"My name, is Mithias." The fanged, shadowy being spoke from underneath a veil of black hair. He glanced akance at the others to calculate how he should respond. The reason he was allowed to roam was of course to do his master's bidding. He was not free. He did not escape. Shackles and chains were no longer necessary, for the bonds that held him were clamped to his soul. The ones he wore were merely symbolic accouterment. Beaten, broken, raped, his core torn open and exposed to the lapping tongue of his master, Mithias had been remade. Hell was now his home, and he submitted.
"My master..." Mithias chose his words carefully, "...believes my will to be broken, that I am completely under his control, and so he has turned a blind eye to me. Demons let me pass as I please, seeing his mark upon me. You may make use of me." The slave kept his eyes down, so as not to appear to be speaking directly at Mina, yet obeying her. He kept a subordinate stance near Mason as well. Mithia's words implied several meanings to the princess.
Mithia had nothing to add as to whether or not Mina should stop Koran and Zaen. He glanced at Mason as he said he wouldn't be able to separate them without killing them both. Curious. What truly ensnared his attention thogh, was the transformation of Koran's arm and the essence it radiated. It was akin to his master's, a lord of hell. Mithias couldn't help but look. he took a few, slow steps forward.
It made sense, what happened when Mina grabbed him. Mithias understood it. Rank, status, structure, dominance... it was natural to hell, lawful hell, that is. Evil could still have order and perhaps even love. Mithias subconsciously placed a hand over his heart.
"What about a cactus? Pretty sure those can't be slaves... She's not that hot."
If Mithias had a tail, he would have flicked it. Instead, he crouched down and analyzed something absentmindedly in the dust. He listened to what Koran was mumbling, blinking curiously. As he learned the true identity of the two before him, he gasped, dropping his knees to the ground. Leaning on his hands, he whispered to himself and his lord, "What?! Master, why did you send me here?" He seemed to be lost in thought, almost trembling.
"Heh... Heheh... I need more blood..." Said John.
Mithias got up to face the source of the blood hungry voice. He watched coldly as the man suddenly dropped down, his scythe falling beside him. He tilted his head as the man apologised. He was clearly, crazy. Mithias extended his dark, clawed hand toward the man before him, offering to lift him up. His red eyes glowing softly, he spoke to him, "You have been affected by the magic of hell, the power of this place of ultimate damnation. It tears at your mind." Inwardly, Mithias reveled at the man's torment, and he couldn't help a slight grin. "No one can resist it for long."
Some people bring others together.
I'll post tonight. sorry for the wait.
Mithias was grabbed by the chain on his collar and jerked into the group. He kept his head down, his stance cowering and meek, so as to not appear threatening and be attacked. Zaen's mockery meant nothing to the hlaf-demon slave. The only words that mattered were those of his master, and now the words of Mina.
In the realm of Hell, Mina was well known, and quite sexy. Asmodai enjoyed spoiling her, intent on the chance to win her favor, and possibly create a spawn with her. It only made sense that he would share his toys with her, although he was sure to maintain the rights of posession. Once broken, his servents were fiercly loyal. Mina would be reminded of that if she came to enjoy the demonized vampire too much.
The group seemed to accept him, still clinging to their mortal sympathies for what appeared to be a pathetic fallen, but moreover, Mina accepted him. She had claimed him. Even the weakest servents could be quite useful, for many dealings in hell were carried out by subterfuge and manipulation. Mithias was very capable of that. Asmodai was lawful, as well as evil, and it could be expected his minions were trustworthy. Afterall, this was certainly some form of bribery.
As the argument became more physical and heated between Mina and Zaen, Mithias consciously stilled himself. As much as he wanted to snatch the wrist that held a blade to Mina's neck and dig the points of his claws into it, he knew he was green. Mina was practically a goddess among the denizens of this realm. Keeping his head down, Mithias watched her to learn from her.
Seth appeared and asked to join as well. Mithias was clearly a demonic looking form, but must have appeared tame enough for Seth not to run screaming. Mason began talking to the new soul.
Mithias listened to the verbal warfare, his red eyes glowing coldly.
"...people like you deserve death, that's why you were send here in the first place." Mina growled, about to lose her patience. Oh Mithias knew about the torture of repeated deaths in hell. Asmodai had taught him well, and he knew he deserved it, all of it. Yet, his suffering and undoing had not been without purpose. What Mithias was now was of far greater value, far more disciplined and honorable than the failure that was sent to hell so long ago. All of his weakness and pride had been brutally cut out by the flames and the lash. This was his destiny.
Alas, Mithias did not need to kill anyone, torture any soul, or send any deserving spirit to his master. Mason intervened and took Mina's hand. Mithias followed behind them, smokey shadows wafting off his skin.
In the realm of Hell, Mina was well known, and quite sexy. Asmodai enjoyed spoiling her, intent on the chance to win her favor, and possibly create a spawn with her. It only made sense that he would share his toys with her, although he was sure to maintain the rights of posession. Once broken, his servents were fiercly loyal. Mina would be reminded of that if she came to enjoy the demonized vampire too much.
The group seemed to accept him, still clinging to their mortal sympathies for what appeared to be a pathetic fallen, but moreover, Mina accepted him. She had claimed him. Even the weakest servents could be quite useful, for many dealings in hell were carried out by subterfuge and manipulation. Mithias was very capable of that. Asmodai was lawful, as well as evil, and it could be expected his minions were trustworthy. Afterall, this was certainly some form of bribery.
As the argument became more physical and heated between Mina and Zaen, Mithias consciously stilled himself. As much as he wanted to snatch the wrist that held a blade to Mina's neck and dig the points of his claws into it, he knew he was green. Mina was practically a goddess among the denizens of this realm. Keeping his head down, Mithias watched her to learn from her.
Seth appeared and asked to join as well. Mithias was clearly a demonic looking form, but must have appeared tame enough for Seth not to run screaming. Mason began talking to the new soul.
Mithias listened to the verbal warfare, his red eyes glowing coldly.
"...people like you deserve death, that's why you were send here in the first place." Mina growled, about to lose her patience. Oh Mithias knew about the torture of repeated deaths in hell. Asmodai had taught him well, and he knew he deserved it, all of it. Yet, his suffering and undoing had not been without purpose. What Mithias was now was of far greater value, far more disciplined and honorable than the failure that was sent to hell so long ago. All of his weakness and pride had been brutally cut out by the flames and the lash. This was his destiny.
Alas, Mithias did not need to kill anyone, torture any soul, or send any deserving spirit to his master. Mason intervened and took Mina's hand. Mithias followed behind them, smokey shadows wafting off his skin.
I should be able to post later tonight
Mithias lifted his eyes toward the girl, and her battle-ready company. He got it. She was in charge here and had the situation under her control. She could have shot him and destroyed him to be rid of him, as far as Mithias knew, but she did not. The other souls here were very powerful and not to be taken on alone. The slyness of his master flowing in his veins, Mithias put it together and bought into the ruse.
Opening his arms and showing his shackles, he hoped to show that he had been held against his will. "Please, do not destroy me! I am merely a slave. I was once human. I have paid the price for my misdeeds. I... see you are strong, and you can fight hell's forces. Let me join you." Mithias was offering to make himself a tool for Mina's use. The others would have no idea that he intended any betrayal.
Opening his arms and showing his shackles, he hoped to show that he had been held against his will. "Please, do not destroy me! I am merely a slave. I was once human. I have paid the price for my misdeeds. I... see you are strong, and you can fight hell's forces. Let me join you." Mithias was offering to make himself a tool for Mina's use. The others would have no idea that he intended any betrayal.
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