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(1/22/04 7:50 am)
The Coming of Darkness
The large room was shrouded in shadows and sat upon the large throne at the end of the room, the Witch King sat and waited, feeling the senses of each of his eight servants using their own soles to take a mutants body. Willow slowly walked around the room, her mouth trickling with blood from the body of a young woman that had been brought to her for her feeding. Unlike when Matt had been just plain old regular Matt Rosenberg, he watched with a smirk behind his heavy armoured helmet at the way Willow had teased and taken down her victim for her food.
“How long now?” Willow whispered in her airy yet deeply dark voice. Her sleek form whisking slowly towards Matt sat upon the throne.
“Oh, not long now, once the eight return in their new forms we will have adequet protection from this ‘Kayel’s’ attempt to get to the bible, the page will not fall into the wrong hands.” Resting beside the dark and almost shadowed seat of the Witch King was a single torn piece of parchment, encased in glass, the page seemed to give off a light glow, something more powerful than anything this world had seen for a long time. Both Willow and Matt could feel the power that resonated from this single page and since its discovery, urged to feel the true power of the whole.
A soft roar filled the hotel as the fell beast that had risen with the Witch King’s spirit cried out from it’s holding pen in the depths of the hotel, the once grand building now the epicentre of evil in the area. Although Matt waited impatiently for the eight to return upon the throne, he felt helpless, this was all he could do…wait… and until they came and Kayel made his first move, he would not change it, because if he gave away his position to early it could mean the spirits banishment once again and the Witch King of Angmar would not allow that.
"Bored now.." The mumbled grumble of the vampiress wasn't directed towards the now powerful Witch King, but more to herself as she glanced about in order to examin the possibilities she had to keep herself amused. It was hard to focus on other things for long, her easily distracted mind always seeming to return to the new found power of her cousin. But for the moment a pleased little smile spread across her ruby lips as she tilted her head slightly to the side.
"They're coming to play.. naughty little creatures.." Willow's attention shifted towards Matt, a flicker of magic running across her body as it then melted away into ash, reappearing before the King on her knees. A playful look about her as her fingers traced about his knee, the younger mistress of magic leaned forward, her hands moving to his thighs as her face came closer to her cousin's now masked and hidden face.
"Could I keep them as pets? I could remove Angel's soul.. we could have another powerful demon on our side.. I could get Spike and we could be aaaaaall together again.." Her silky soft voice purred lightly as she finished, but her smile faded as her eyes drifted off for a moment. A flare of anger seen in her eyes as her form shifted into its demonic appearene, if there was one thing that Willow hated, it was when OTHER demons who had no right to enter her cousins realm DARED enter it and of al things spoil what could have been much fun for the young vampire.
"Bad little demon!" With a hiss Willow's body melted away into dust once more, going off to find out who had harmed the Slayer and dared enter the realm of the Witch King without their permission. It wasn't uncommon for Willow to come and go, and since Matt seemed distracted with other things, which greatly annoyed her, there wasn't much point in her always telling him where she was going, besides, she always had a link with him, so he'd know anyway. It wasn't long until Willow returned with a demon who's form seemed to be made up completely of shadows, the nightmare demon's bright red eyes flickering open and closed as his gasous form shifted about. It was easy to tell even though it appeared he was nothing but shadows, his misty body was solid enough for Willow's grip to be hurting it.
"Kyrak's been a baaaad little nightmare demon.." Her hand moved to his chest as she leaned against him, Willow didn't normally bring home stray demons, normally she'd kill them, not bring them home for show and tell. But this demon was different, this one was of special interest.
"Kyrak played in our backyard without permission.." Her hand moved to his shadowy face, the slender fingers stroking over what would have been assumed to be his cheek. The humanoid shaped demon let out a ear peircing screech that caused Willow's eyes to close in pain, but her endurance making it seem as the painful noise was but a mild annoyance to her. The young witch's yellow eyes flickered brightly for a moment and the demons's form cripled to the ground, a rather pleased look gleaming on Willow's face.
"Kyrak is playing games with Belthazor... I know him from our world.. he was a very powerful high demon..tell my cousin where he has you working your nightmare charms." Kyrak's reply came in low whispering, bone chilling groans and moans that caused the air to grow cold and ice around him. The demon's language vastly different to humans, yet Willow smiled, understanding fully everything he had said.
"The institute." She purred, but the demon gave a louder groan as its misty body faded away, unable to be away from it's cave for too long before its body is called back to the safety of its breeding grounds in the mountains. Willow made her way back up to her cousin, moving to her knees almost submissivly as she once against let her hands rest on his own knees. Willow always had a need to be close and have contact of some kind with her cousin, when he had left her once for just over two days, she had almost knocked him down when she rushed to hug him after he had returned. But then again another time she had been so upset at being left behind she had ignored him for another week, flaring up into tempers easily with any of the demon minions who dared talk with her, even if Matt had sent them to her, often resulting in them being slaughtered.
"Someone's playing in our playground... may I go and see?" She was bored, and always wanted tasks to do, the thought that a high demon such as Belthazor having interest in someone at the school that had a nightmare about the Slayer getting hurt has peeked her interest. Maybe Dawn was the object of the high demons attentions? Who else would be worried of the Slayer's health... Willow's body inched its way so Matt's knees where on either side of her, her arms resting on his knees and her hands resting on his upper thighs rather comfortably, her fingers spread out. There was a pause as he seemed to think and Willow's body slithered up onto him, now sitting on his lap as she cuddled up closely against his chest, a rather pouty look in her still demonic eyes.
"...Pleeeease?" Her lushous voice purred delicatly from her sweet lips as her fingers traced along his chest, this wasn't anything new for Willow, her attitudes towards others where similar, however she was more affectionate towards Matt then any of the others. It wasn't something she did on perpose to get attention, it's just who she was and how she acted now.
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(1/23/04 7:27 pm)
Re: The Coming of Darkness
Matt looked down at the form of Willow, her full lips forming a small grin as she spoke to him in a soft tone, even the soul of the Witch King could not stop Matt's feelings for Willow. Lightly her finger swept across his chest and he grinned, gently he rose his arms and pulled of the heavy helmet that covered his face, his features now near pure white and his eyes the darkest and purist black.
"Ok Will," he spoke in an airier voice that he used to, but it didn't sound lessened, it sounded much more sinister. "Just make sure your not gone to long, I am unsure of letting you go at all, especially with the eight working, but if Belthazor is messing with us and has been able to hide it from me it is best you find out. Lucky for us Kayel couldn't hide in such a way, he may not be a high demon like Belthazor, but I fear that this lord is much stronger than many believe.
Gently Matt brought one of his armoured hands up to his face and held his chin for a moment, looking back at her with his pit black eyes he spoke; "Don't take any risks, be carefull, I don't want to loose you. Find out what is happening. We cannot afford another competitor, we are strong, but a three way battle means there is a chance that our enemies may align against us, that cannot happen."
Carefully Matt eased Willow off himself and he got up from the large throne, his new, black robes falling around him as he paced forward and Willow whisped around behind him, without turning, his mind full of many other things he spoke; "Go. Be quick." The Witch King's voice trailed off as he concentrated deeply, something was happening which he couldn't quite reach even with his abilities, but soon it would be ok, the eight would return and then he can begin planning the next stage of his plan.
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Watching as her cousin removed the large helmet that rested open his head, her hands moved to rest on his shoulders, wondering almost jealously what the demon inside of him thought of her, and if it cared about her as much as Matt did. Why did that demon get to be so close with Matt and she wasn't permitted to be? Though her mind wasn't focused enough to think about the fact the demon was like a parasite, joined with Matt yet restrained as long as Matt has the strength and will to fight it.
"Ok Will," Being sired in a world of darkness gave an ever darker twist to a demons personality, and the fact she was spending such a long time with some of the most brutal creatures known in the city, Willow had developed a rather strong affection towards evil. Not just pleasure in causing it, but often feeling drawn to those who can cause the most destruction. Which had been why she'd linger around Angelus a lot when Spike would ignore her, Drusilla however was never fond of Willow's flirtasous attitude towards Angelus, and that always got her at odds with the elder vampiress. Spike could cause massive destruction if he wanted to, which is what is keeping Willow so fond of him, but there was the added fact she was his childe, and she had a crush on him before he had turned her.
"Just make sure your not gone to long, I am unsure of letting you go at all, especially with the eight working, but if Belthazor is messing with us and has been able to hide it from me it is best you find out. Lucky for us Kayel couldn't hide in such a way, he may not be a high demon like Belthazor, but I fear that this lord is much stronger than many believe." At first she seemed to get a little pouty when he said he wasn't keen on her going, but her mood lightened instantly at the fact he seemed to agree with her that this matter needed to be checked.
"Don't take any risks, be carefull, I don't want to lose you. Find out what is happening. We cannot afford another competitor, we are strong, but a three way battle means there is a chance that our enemies may align against us, that cannot happen." Slipping off from him as he stood, the famliliar scent of her cousin fading slightly now that she was not against him. Willow's bright eyes watched as he seemed to yet again get caught up in his thoughts, a powerful ripple of magic coursing through her veins as she stared at him.
"Go. Be quick." It most likely wouldn't be very quick at all, she had an entire school to spy on and a powerful demon to find, plus she had to figure out what was going on and who Kyrak was using his nightmare charms on.
"...Worry, worry, worry.. no fun when all you do is worry, bad things always happen.. it's what makes the world so fun to play in." Disappearing in a swirl of ash, the world around her fading away and any reaction from her cousin to her words went unnoticed or unheard as she left the safty of the hotel. If Willow needed to die in order to help her cousin, she would, and in the end that would only make him more angry, and those he seeks his revenge upon suffer even more terribly. Willow always looked at the bright side, a common thing that was said after something terrible was mentioned in the slayers gang would be 'Look at the bright side..' followed by a remark that was rather overly hopeful or sarcastic.
Not more then thirty minutes could have past by the time she had returned, her back to the shadowy throne as she swayed a little on her feet. Staring down at the handle of the embedded weapon, her hands raising to either side, her palms facing the brown leather strapped handle as she used her magic to slowly pull it from her heart. A mixture of her stolen blood and the black goo of the poison that was thrusted into her body was a warning to the Witch King for him to leave the school area alone and stay out of Lord Kayel's plans. Holding her shaky pale palms at chest level, the blade finally pulling free of her cold flesh, spinning about slowly for a moment, the point of the blade mezmerizing the partially insane young wicca before it fell to the ground and her arms to her side. Where most demons, even vampires who are immortal and usually immune to poisons would have collapsed and withered away by now, Willow remained weakly standing.
"Bad puppy.. cheated.." The whisper struggled to leave her seemingly exhausted lips as she put all her energy into remaining on her feet. Her eyes flickering open and then closed again as the magic in her body endeavored laberously to try and heal her.
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(1/24/04 3:39 pm)
Re: The Coming of Darkness
Matt stroke around the large hall, his throne sat in the centre back of the room, he worried for Willow, and he always did especially at this time. He knew Kayel was capable of many things and although he wished that Willow hadn’t left him there was no way he could or would have stopped her, she was strong. The familiar sound of Willow’s teleporting filled the room behind him, she had been quicker than he expected, but it was for the best.
“I’m glad your back Will, things are….” Matt’s voice stopped, the Witch King stared for a moment as his most beloved servant and partner stood staring at him with large eyes, a blade hilt showing from her breast. Lightly he watched her as she unsed her magic to pull the dirty weapon from her searing flesh, her body attempting to heal whatever had damage had occurred. Matt then noticed the blackness of the blade, it had been poisoned.
"Bad puppy.. cheated.." Willow whispered, using ever ounce of strength she had to hold her body up to stop her from falling. Matt’s eyes feeled with extreme emotion, he leaped from his spot in the room and scooped Willow from her feet, gently cradling her smaller form in his arms as he sat on his throne again, the wound in her chest slowly weeping blood and poison.
“Willow..no…why?” But the Witch King answered his own question before any words seeped from Willow full soft lips, only half and hour ago this powerful Vampire Wicca was dancing around the hall, and now, she was a frail small being. Kayel Matt thought. Anger spewed from his body in the form of a mighty crash, his magic burning white hot from his energy, without thought he let out the most blood curdling roar of anger, how someone dare challenge him like this!
Matt’s voice deepened and seemed to resonate about the room as he boomed, louder than he ever had an unearthly twinge to his voice; “Nazgul! Return to your King!” The booming order echoed out of the mansion and two his eight warriors, his eyes darker than they ever had been.
The anger in him was softened forcefully as he looked back down at Willow, in carefully rose his armored hand up and placed it over her torn flesh, compassion and need filling his soul, Matt’s hand began to glow red and his powerfully infused magic forced the wound on her chest closed, but although he tried nothing seemed to halt the path of the poison and he felt it seep through her system in his very arms weakness flowed through him as he realised he could do nothing for her.
Gently Matt’s own voice seeped from the Witch King, the demon inside him feeding off the anger Matt was producing, allowing the young man to speak to his cousin; “Did Kayel do this Will? Do not worry, the eight will be here shortly, you will be safe but I need to know who did this too you because who ever did has us to deal with.” Softly Matt pulled his own whitened hand out of the armoured glove he wore and stroked a single finger down her smooth skin, the feel of it cold as usual but the inner warmth between them could be felt.
Raising his hand and using his powers as much as possible in his worried state he pulled at a section of the Hall ceiling, the stone that held the floor above up came crashing down and floating from the guest rooms above them came a single bed, which rested carefully next to his throne. Carefully raising Willow again, her soft murmurs of pain whispering in her breath he placed the young Wicca onto the soft mattress and kneeled beside her; “Come Willow, you must answer me”
Slowly the anger he felt surged again and he waited impatiently for the eight to return and for him to take the next move.
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The comforting feel of her cousins powerful arms fell about her frail frame as he lifted her up, taking her over to his throne as he cradled her. There was blood, all over her pretty chest; she didn't want her cousin to be all messy from her blood.
“Willow..no…why?” It was hard to focus enough to form a reply, all she had to do was whisper the message, tell him.. tell him what she had been demanded to say to her cousin. But she flinched as he roared out, normally such a thing would delight her, but for some reason that even she couldn't figure out, it caused her to cuddle more protectively against her cousins chest.
“Nazgul! Return to your King!” The booming voice was painful to her sensitive ears, her pale skin a lighter shade then normal. When Matt had healed her, the sense of power that touched her.. it scared her, normally she would have felt draw to the power, lusted after it and the person who had control over such a force. But the now timid creature could still feel the burning substance seeping through her veins and infecting the core of her hollow empty soulless and cold body.
“Did Kayel do this Will? Do not worry, the eight will be here shortly, you will be safe but I need to know who did this too you because who ever did has us to deal with.” Looking at him sleepily, her body longing for the touch of his skin and cherishing the feel of his finger tracing down her skin, his touch so warm and full of life. There was a silent whimper from her as his powers brought forth the bed from the upper floor. The movement from where she had been now over to her bed rippled pain through her now crippled form, her still yellow eyes not daring to looking away from her cousin incase something terrible was to happen.
“Come Willow, you must answer me” Letting her lips part a little, the lushes ruby colour she was so fond of standing out even greater against her paler skin. The fingers of her hands traced over her stomach lightly as she spoke in a shaky, low voice, almost bordering a whisper.
"Didn't like witches.. he'd hunt them down, did awful things to us, they fought back, vanquished him.. nasty soul kept him alive in the demon wastelands... Belthazor can't be banished like most naughty little demons.." She shifted a little closer towards Matt, her voice lowering now to a whisper as she looked up at him pleadingly, not wanting him to let her get hurt, something that was so very unlike her usual behavior.
"Tell him, my lord is coming.. and we expect a proper welcome." She passed on the message he had given her, her yellow eyes fluttered closed as she felt too weak to speak any further. But her eyes flashed open the instant they had shut as she started screaming frantically and hastily turning her back to Matt, covering her face as she pressed it down against the pillow, her hands pressing the pillow firmly against her face as her legs curled up, sobbing heard, muffled within the fabric. Matt would grow old withering away slowly, his body losing its life and decaying, he would die and leave her all alone, she would be forever without him in just a few short decades, and that is if his enemies didn't end him first.
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(1/27/04 12:53 am)
Re: The Coming of Darkness
Matt watched as Willow flinched beside him, he had never seen her this way before, not even when her life would be at risk had she seen her take fear in such things, let alone her own cousin.
"Didn't like witches.. he'd hunt them down, did awful things to us, they fought back, vanquished him.. nasty soul kept him alive in the demon wastelands... Belthazor can't be banished like most naughty little demons.." Willow whispered in her own hauntingly quiet voice. Matt wasn’t completely sure what the wicca meant by he understood roughly what she was getting at. This was who had done it to her, this demon had torn the flesh of Matt’s family and would pay for it, but Willow had more to say.
"Tell him, my lord is coming.. and we expect a proper welcome." This wasn’t her words, Matt knew that, this must have been the message that came with the assault on his cousin, and by the title ‘lord’ Matt knew it could only mean one person and Kayel would eventually pay for what he had done.
The Witch King paced for a moment, Kayel had plans that he didn’t want Matt to get in the way of, but he hadn’t planned on coming against the Witch King, and now that he had his eight warriors it wouldn’t be long before the page that he had already secured would be safe from prying eyes. Suddenly Willow gripped onto Matt and he cradled her gently as she wept in his arms, this was not like Willow at all and the only reason that Matt could think of was that it was either the demon that she had come across, the witch killer, or the poison that had soaked the blade that had pierced her chest.
Carefully Matt rocked his cousin silently before slowly releasing her back onto the soft mattress of the bed, his Nazgul had yet to arrive and time was pressing on, he could sense that their task was almost complete and it wouldn’t be long before their return but none the less the Witch King urged for his most loyal warriors to return to him and without Willow the Rosenberg’s joint power had been waned slightly. But this was not a declaration of defeat, there had to be somehow that Kayel could be struck an equally damaging blow and all that had to be done was that his weakness had to be found.
It wasn’t hard for someone attuned to the dark wavelengths of the world to sense the power of Kayel once they knew of his presence on this planet, and it was obvious that this wasn’t just a simple person dabbling in magic, it was something much greater, but it did not fear Matt. Kayel was strong, but Matt and his Demon symbiot could be stronger, but they were still new to each other, yet to tap into their full potential and it would be a while before that could happen.
He rose from Willow’s bedside as she quietly whined, the poison coursing through her with no control. He took the armored glove he had removed and replaced it over his soft skin, clenching the metal into a tight fist to increase the fit. He paced slowly again, the faint glow of the glass encased page next to his throne catching his attention. He walked over to the single torn parchment page of the magic bible it had once been part of. The energy from this single page could be greatly felt and as he lowered his hand onto the glass he thought he could sense the power it could hold, all he had to do was tap into that energy to discover the location of the rest of the book, even if it was only a pointer he longed to know. However, with Kayel now active once again he had to plan his next move carefully, he couldn’t afford another damaging lose, and if Willow couldn’t be cured by him or his people he may have to find an ally or even go without his cousin in a hope to get the cure and complete the Witch Kings task.
But not only would he have to contend with Kayel, the X-Men would soon discover the missing pupils and begin searching and with them on his tail he would not have much time. So much forced through his mind he found it hard to deal with, but subliminally his symbiot was also absorbing the information he held and was looking at ways they could go next. All he could do for now though was wait for his eight warriors to return to him.
Re: The Coming of Darkness
To those who would be sensitive to that which most ignore, the very air in the room was filled with the dark energy that practically oozed from the Witch King and his vampiric relative.
As the Witch King sat at his cousin's bedside, a pair of unseen, unfelt eyes glared at the pair via a recently cast scrying spell. He had found the place and apparently, the persons that the Profound Darkness wanted him too. Just as his vision foretold. Now, all that was left was to ascertain exactly how much these beings knew about the Thousand Eyes Bible.
Mere moments after the Witch King stood a wave of cold could be felt like that of a freshly opened window leading out to a bitter winter's night. As dark as it was in the room, both in illumination and in magical content, it all the sudden seemed to get darker as a nearly tangible sense of dread enveloped the room. The air became thick and oppressive, heavy with the scent of sulfur as it aways is when the Dark Lord of the army of the Profound Darkness wants you to know he's coming. Lord Kayel has been known to bring a slice of hell with him for such meetings.
"Greetings, young one."
Out of a shadow, the ominous form of the Stygian Beast slowly strode toward the Witch King with a methodical gait, his long black cloak glides out of the shadow behind the dark lord as if it where born there. An unseen, unfelt wind tugs at the garment, keeping it in constant motion as if it where alive. His Obsidian armor seemed to absorb light and yet had a certain shine to it at the same time. At his hip, the Demon Lord wore a Katana forged by no man. Imbued with a shard of the Dark Lord's bloodlust, it's blade was a abyssal black. Any who could hear spirits could no doubt hear the tortured screams of those souls that where bound to the blade during it's forging.
The Dark Lord's chiseled visage gazed upon the Witch King as his cold eyes betrayed no emotion.
Lord Kayel thought it best to, at least, try to negotiate a mutually beneficial and fair agreement for the information he sought, thus, the Stygian Beast did not where his helm to this impromptu gathering. Instead of the threatening bearded skull visage put forth by his helm, A rather handsome, deeply tanned face of a man no more than in his mid 30's meets the Witch King's young countenance wearing a slight smile.
"I'll not insult your intelligence as I am quite sure you know who I am and why I would be here. Instead, I propose we find an agreement that will benefit us all in this situation."
The Dark Lord's face never broke stride once. After so many years masquerading as as human business mogul, Lord Kayel was very adept a delivering a message with a hidden meaning without so much as a twitch on his face.
For all intents and purposes, The Dark Lord had already decided to kill them both. It was now up to them to prove their worth by providing him with the information the Demon Lord sought.
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(1/28/04 11:14 pm)
Re: The Coming of Darkness"Greetings, young one." The cool voice pierced the silence Matt had envoked around him to help him think. Quickly spinning on the ball of his foot he spotted the source of the cool voice. The large shape of Kayel stood across the room from him, his large jutting armour making odd shaped shadows across the dark hall. It was obvious to Matt that the armour, although strong, had a certain amount of unneeded 'acessories' on it, another way to make him look more intimidating. The cool, good looking tanned face of Kayel pertched in the middle of the body looked straight into Matt's deep black eyes. It was obvious this was the visage he used in public, the face Matt saw wasn't the true face of the demon lord.
Matt's own black cape and robes fluttered lightly around him as a smirk grew over his face at the sight of Kayel, he was expecting this visit, although he had to admit it came sooner that he had expected. However without the Nazgul around it was up to him to deal with Kayel directly.
"I'll not insult your intelligence as I am quite sure you know who I am and why I would be here. Instead, I propose we find an agreement that will benefit us all in this situation."
Matt's smirk greatened, Kayel was here to negotiate. This...creature... had just ordered the insertion of a poisoned blade into the chest of Matt's closest and only relative in this world and now he expected to talk with Matt...not just Matt though..Thw Witch King.
Gently, his heavy metal boots making clanking noises on the floor, the Witch King stepped forward a couple of paces, his features giving away nothing that was flowing through his mind, he could feel the darkness irradiating of Kayel's body, he was truly powerful but he must think that the Rosenberg's had some credibility otherwise he would have simply taken what Matt had rather than talked.
"Lord Kayel, at last we've met, I have to say that I have not come across many people quite as dark as you, except for a couple of exceptions, both modern and ancient." Matt's voice had once again taken the unearthly deep hiss of the Witch King, the symbiosis was becoming more solid by the minute and now it was not only visually that the two had merged. Merged, but were still seperate in some ways.
"So, you wish to talk with us do you? Well what an honor this is," Sarcasm tinged his words as a sneer formed across Matt's face, a quick glance checking Willow behind him. "So what is it you have to say Kayel, you have driven a blade into my cousin but still you approach me with little obvious defense, you must think you have some persuasive words."
One of Matt's hands slipped across the hilt of the long morgol sword that was at his side, but quickly slid away, making sure not to give Kayel the wrong impression, it was more a warning. He was on Matt's turf now, he was the one at the disadvantage, especially with the quickening return of the eight, and the Witch King wanted his adversary to know it.
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The words that passed between the two went heard, though ignored bluntly by the young Vampiress, her yellow eyes still hiding within the safety of the soft pillow. The frightened tears had come to a stop as her ears pricked to attention at the new voice and flooding of power that had swept the room like an unearthly thick, dark fog. But for some reason this did not frighten Willow as other darkly powers had begun to do, instead she was able to respond to it like her usual self. Lifting her upper body from the bed, twisting her slender body to glance back over towards her cousin and the dark Lord.
"So what is it you have to say Kayel, you have driven a blade into my cousin but still you approach me with little obvious defence, you must think you have some persuasive words." Willow's tight leather outfit didn't seem to hinder the delicately smooth movements of her wondrous form as it slid from the bed. But as she stood, the hi-heels of her boots clicking on the hard floor, normally her steps where silent, but she had stumbled in weak dizziness that had almost caused her to fall. The vampire Wicca would have fallen had two strong hands not saved her from the embarrassment, helping her back up to her feet, though she leaned weakly into the taller body beside her.
"Bad puppy." Willow's grumble was directed to Cole who had instantly appeared beside her, he had infected her with the poison, that gave him a little more control over her now more easily influenced mind.
"Oh now now my dear.. don't take such a thing personally, it was after all, simply a matter of business, surely someone such as you can understand that?" One of Belthazor's hands remained holding her own hand as she stepped away, seeming keen on joining the other two darkly powered males in the room. "And this my dear.." Cole’s free hand moved to motion in the direction of Lord Kayel "Is the Dark Lord himself, Lord Kayel." The hand moved back towards her, his index finger and his thumb pressing lightly together for a moment as a red shimmer sparkled about his fingers to form a red rose "From my Master, a lovely gift as an apology for having been forced to harm such a darkly sweet creature as yourself." Willow's eyes hovered from Cole who was being very nice to her, over to the handsome and potently powerful figure of Lord Kayel. A playful grip swept across her as her slender fingers slipped from his hand and both her hands took hold of the still thorned rose. One of her fingers stroked over the petals, a fresh wet red stain left on her fingertip, which she placed softly against her lips.
"Mmmm.. so young, innocent and sweet.. awww.. and it's still warm." She purred as she fondly caressed the thorned flower that had been dipped into the blood of a child who had been scarified just for her. Cole may not have been directly ordered to do such a thing by Kayel, but he knew his master's desires and so mending his relation with the fanged Wicca would be a great advantage. Like a child who had received everything she had ever wanted, Willow grinned brightly as she wondered where she would be allowed to store the rose, she wanted everyone to see her gift.
The radiating feel of the page that was stored within this very room seemed to almost beckon the high demon, but Cole managed to perfectly act as if he had not noticed nor cared for the existence of the magical item. Belthazor gave a small bow to Willow as he guided her towards Matt, her hands taking hold of his arm as Cole then moved behind Lord Kayel.
"If you'll all excuse me, there's a fish I must attend to." Cole's sudden appearance and now him saying he'll be leaving was almost as if he just wanted to show the Witch King how ready at hand Kayel's dark minions where, able to come to his aid with but a blink of an eye. With a dark smile towards the boy and a mocking bow, Belthazor's form disappeared in a swirl of hellfire that shimmered his body off back to the school. Only Lord Kayel would know who and what Cole was going to see, after all, Judas must be ready to break up the fight, and Cole must be ready to break the spell used to urge him to slaughter his beloved Arisa who is currently possessed by one of the eight. Belthazor had a strong desire to inform his Lord about the discover that the merman's blood was suppressing the dark soul and making her able to fight it, but now, in the stronghold of their enemy, was most certainly not the best time to say such things.
Perhaps if Judas could get Arlen to leave the school soon, the high demon could take him to one of the many labs he has contacts with, have them drain the blood of the merman to perhaps break the control the Witch King had over them, but to get enough blood they'd need to kill the prince, which may cause problems with the under water kingdom should the King discover his sons murder.. A wicked grin hit Cole while he was disappearing, if things went well, he could convince the King that his son was killed by the X-Men. He already had the pieces set in place in order to finally capture the supernaturally enhanced Slayers, those girls could help create an army for his master, not to mention Belthazor's plans for Armoured Units, humans enhanced with new technology, not at all like normal cyborgs, these ones will be fully under his and his masters control. Their bodies injected with tiny machines that lay dormant beneath their skin, able to on command activate and pierce through the flesh to create and adimantiam armour over their bodies.
With the few failures that Cole has done, he has many times made up for them, and one of the main reasons he survives even if failing an important task is that unlike most demons, Cole is completely devoted to his master, even with all his powers, the sheer joy he gets from working under Lord Kayel make him one of the Dark Lords most trusted and one of his few more powerful servants. He had so many plans in his mind on ways to improve and enhance his lord’s army, all so different from each other. His current projects where his Armoured Unites and the Slayers, he could keep the original two Slayers, then go off and hunt down all the potential Slayers in the world. Once they where collected, he could begin killing the original Slayers, once they die another potential becomes a true Slayer, but then he shall resurrect the dead Slayer, and that shall continue until they have an army of their own Slayers... let's see how the world holds up against a horde of demon hunters. Added with the bonus of his Armoured Unites, the mixture giving the army a variety of strengths and weaknesses.
Re: The Coming of Darkness
::: So what is it you have to say Kayel, you have driven a blade into my cousin but still you approach me with little obvious defense, you must think you have some persuasive words :::
A dark smile stretched across the dark lord's tanned features as he felt the presence, and the subsequent appearance, of his most trusted and valued servant.
::: And this my dear, is the Dark Lord himself, Lord Kayel :::
The Stygian Beast offers a slight bow to Willow at his introduction. She was, indeed, an exquisite creature. Kayel could sense the mystic potential in her. She could be taught a great number of dark magics, the likes of which she had never seen. The power he could instill in her could be tremendous.
As Cole supported the still weakened vampiress, Lord Kayel thought on the genius of this plan. By ordering Belthazor to attack the vampire wicca, he not only removes her as a variable should this meeting come to blows, but it give the demon lord an edge in his alternate goal.
::: From my Master, a lovely gift as an apology for having been forced to harm such a darkly sweet creature as yourself...:::
Perfect. Belthazor was playing his part impeccably. Warm, inviting, charming. A perfect gentleman. Everything to lull the vampiric spellcaster into a state of security and trust.
Exactly where the demon lord wanted her.
Lord Kayel could clearly see what he needed to do to gain her trust. If he played his cards right, he could walk out of this meeting with not only the item and the information he sought, but a new, loyal and, most importantly, controllable servant to strengthen his army. It would not be hard to keep her in line. Give her an assignment and a few mortals to play with every now and again. A verbal pat on the head from time to time. All in all, to make her feel important and needed. Willow was like an open book to him. She would be a valuable asset. And, perhaps, even an interesting distraction in the evening.
All the while, Lord Kayel's cloudy grey eyes never left the vampiress though out his brief train of thought, offering her an intense gaze that shot across the room to her currently golden eyes.
All to easy.
"I have no persuasive words for you, young one." mused the dark lord with a maddeningly calm, deep voice. "For me to do so would falsely lead you to believe that I have come to bargain with you."
Again, the demon lord's visage is adorned with a confidant smile. "As I said before, I have no intention of insulting your intelligence. I would be doing just that by leading you to believe you have a choice in this. You have in your possession an item that I covet. I mean to have it."
Snaking her arms around the Witch Kings both out of affection, support, and slight nervousness as the deep hauntingly frightful sound of the Wraith wailed through the core of the hotel. The sound had caused her to hide her face against Matt's upper arm, her timid attitude part of the poison that was effecting her and even more to her devastation she will discover it is effecting her ability to cast magic as well as her weakened physical state. The demonic golden hued eyes of the gorgeously wicked Wicca shyly peered from their place of hiding to look over towards Lord Kayel, his eyes where staring right at her. Even if she had his full attention, it didn't seem to stop her eyes from travelling down his strapping exterior, the delicious muscles and awe-inspiring power that radiated off his form and through his 'soul' was so dark and magnificent that Willow had the overwhelming desires to simply move over towards the Dark Lord and have her hands wonder over him.. Absorbing the blood of mortals may be delightfully tasty and give her strength and power.. but devouring the energy, the magic that resides in the very core of a being, it was pure ecstasy and she could only imagine what kind of blood, if any, and powers flowed within this malevolent beast.
"I have no persuasive words for you, young one." A malicious look covered Willow's eyes and lips, her wickedly seductive eyes and smile staring hard at the Dark Lord. If Willow hadn't been so taken with the darkly empowered one, she would have attempted to rip him apart for calling Matt 'young one'. But instead a flicker of a roguish smile crept onto her lips as she realized just how truly terrifying this monster was, her lust for him only growing more.
"For me to do so would falsely lead you to believe that I have come to bargain with you." It wasn't uncommon for Willow to swoon over their enemies, since Matt knew full well her odd attitude towards those overwhelmingly strong and potently powerful creatures, a thing she must have gotten not only from her new demonic nature.. but from living with Angelus as well.
"As I said before, I have no intention of insulting your intelligence. I would be doing just that by leading you to believe you have a choice in this. You have in your possession an item that I covet. I mean to have it." He may long for that page, but Willow craved for the feel of his delicious figure, a taste of his alluring and potently dark powers. Her luscious figure cuddled closer beside Matt, not out of fear as one might assume should they not be paying attention to her eyes, but instead out of the unbearable longing for the feel of pain and power.
"Covet.." With a purr Willow stepped slowly forward, her arms slipping from Matt's hold as she approached the dark lord without any fear.. much like the normal Willow, fearless and playful. "Such a fancy word." The teasing tone of her voice was tainted with the flirtatious movements of her body, lips, eyes, everything, even a swelling of the dark energies inside her, all struggling for his attention. "Normally it's 'I want' or 'Me want what you have'.." Coming to a stop right in front of Kayel, her bright eyes looking up at him, no threat seen in any form, "..I bet you're full of surprises.." The airy soft voice that flowed so smoothly from her ruby red lips made it hard to imagine she was as weak, afraid and powerless as she truly was.
"And if we don't let you have the old wrinkled page.. does that mean you'll hurt us?" There was something very twisted in how she said that, the way she was looking at him, as if the sheer fact he might torment them with unbelievable pain might just make her refuse him so she'd be able to be tortured by him. "Angelus used to hurt us every day.." There was a soft purr of affection as her eyes gently closed for a long moment before slowly opening once again to look up at Kayel. "It showed how much daddy loved us, always giving us attention, not letting us feel forgotten or unloved.." Turning around slowly, being one of perhaps just a miniscule amount of beings foolish or fearless enough.. more often both.. to turn their backs upon the malicious Lord. But the fear of being struck down unable to defend herself should he attack only seemed to excite her more. Slowly moving back over towards Matt, moving past him so she was standing a meter or two behind him and yet still fully able to see Kayel, her hips swaying with her luscious movements before she came to a stop and turned around to watch the two males ..'talk'.
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(2/2/04 1:27 am)
Re: The Coming of Darkness
Matt watched with a slight sneer as Kayel’s pathetically loyal and showy demon friend appeared and played with Willow as if she was some kind of easily manipulated creature. Slowly his injured and weakened cousin staggered over to him, with help from Cole, his hands touching her only increasing the growing rage that the Witch King was feeling, and as soon as the rose appeared, seeping in blood, he felt like exerting some serious force on the witch hunter. He looked on in contempt as Cole made a show of exiting the hall as Willow slowly draped her soft arms for support and affection around his frame, a feeling he had become used to, had relied on even at times. It was just another excuse for the hunter to use his powers, an attempt at power play, it wouldn’t work. The shrill scream of the Wraiths that began to fill the building was his own form of power play, Matt had his allies as well as Lord Kayel.
"I have no persuasive words for you, young one.] Matt saw a soft glint appear in Willow’s eyes as she watched Matt’s apparent rivel, he shot a quick glance at the magically reinforced case that held the page, the word ‘young one’ only angering him more. Yes it was true that Matt was a fairly young man, although powerful in the arts of magic, but the soul he was playing host to was by far more ancient than Kayel. Although he didn’t stop staring at Kayel from that moment he could feel the slight smirk growing on Willow’s face, and he didn’t like it.
"For me to do so would falsely lead you to believe that I have come to bargain with you." Matt’s thoughts rushed, the anger he was tapping into now fueling his growing urge to unleash some of the Witch Kings power against Kayel, he didn’t know if it would even do that much, he wasn’t that versed with his adversary, but he would be willing to try, allowing Kayel to take the page was not an option. "As I said before, I have no intention of insulting your intelligence. I would be doing just that by leading you to believe you have a choice in this. You have in your possession an item that I covet. I mean to have it." Matt’s sneer grew as Willow began to slip from his arms, her soft touch being lost as she moved over towards Kayel.
This was a little odd, however she was still in there, he could see. Her soft wavering steps as she got close to the demon lord, her smaller frame diminished by his armored appearance. Matt watched on as the Vampiress played with Kayel, distracting him as her soft words rippled from her deep red lips. This was Willow at her prime, often she did not speak when the pair came across an enemy, she would hang back until Matt gave the word, and the pair would unleash their full force on their foe, be it fire, ice or worse. It was always how she liked it; she had always said she liked to be told what to do. This however was very different, and although Matt found it a little confusing, believing that the poison had affected her deeply, he didn’t dislike it as she slowly took Kayel’s attention away from him.
Carefully as the fanged wicca slowly moved close to Kayel, "And if we don't let you have the old wrinkled page.. does that mean you'll hurt us?" Matt carefully waved his hand toward the old page of the bible, it’s magic seal being reinforced once again with yet another spell, Kayel would have to go through them before he got the page and he could feel the quickening presense of the Wraiths towards the hotel. Softly Willow’s words echoed around the hall, penetrating every corner with her soft but haunting tone. Matt knew that this wasn’t going to end amicably, there was no way that he would willingly pass the page on to someone like Kayel and so Matt just built up his anger as he watched Willow and Kayel interact, fueling his symbiotic powers.
Every word that Willow whispered to Kayel showed that she was equally unfrightened of him, and even if she was she wouldn’t give him the pleasure of showing it, and it really didn’t surprise me of the torment that Angelus would of used to inflict upon Willow and his followers, he was just happy that he had brought her here with him and that he could now protect her and treat her how she could be. Matt watched with some gratification as Willow turned and walked slowly passed the Witch King and stood a few meters behind him, he shot her a quick smile as she passed him closely, softly feeling for her dark energy and feeding on it slightly.
Malevolently the Witch Kings pure black gaze fell back on Kayel, now looking eyes with the curiously handsome man, it slightly amused him that the high demon lord would pick such a vain appearance. Carefully he stepped forward a heavy pace, showing Kayel that he wouldn’t be intimidated, here of all places within his own domain. His symbiot infused voice spilled from his mouth, the darkness now filling the room as he strengthened with the joined spirit; “This item is not available Kayel.” Matt hissed, his gaze now deeper than ever, the dark energy flowing deep now and he knew Kayel could sense it.
“Do not underestimate me my lord, this item isstaying in my possession, as you speak my Nazgul quicken to me, and even if they did not I would still not surrender the page to you. Now, either you have some persuasive words or actions for me, or you don’t. I assure you the item you speak of it well protected, however at risk it may look. The bible will be ours, and you cannot stop us, it was I that found it, rose it’s holder and now will keep possession of it. Matt grinned maliciously, he knew this was a dangerous game, but he had faith in his symbiots abilities to help him. “You cannot have it!”
Re: The Coming of Darkness
The air in the room soon became thick with tension as the Stygian Beast's dark brown eyes met with the Witch king's glare. It was more than apparent to the dark lord that Willow's actions toward him bothered the wayward Rosenberg.
Despite his partly demonic nature, he still cared for his relative. A weakness to be sure. A weakness Lord Kayel would be more than willing to exploit.
::: Normally it's 'I want' or 'Me want what you have..I bet you're full of surprises :::
Lord Kayel's lips curled into a smile as he gazed down at the alluring creature before him. His mighty chest heaved at the proximity of the sensuous vampiress' hands to his body. Of course the dark lord would not be swayed by this or any other display. He would not be stayed from his goal on this day. But, even a demon lord can appreciate a beautiful woman's advances.
::: And if we don't let you have the old wrinkled page.. does that mean you'll hurt us? Angelus used to hurt us every day..:::
There is mention of this Angelus again. Lord Kayel would have to make a point to have an audience with the vampire lord.
::: It showed how much daddy loved us, always giving us attention, not letting us feel forgotten or unloved :::
Willow's display was an intriguing look into the vampiress' mindscape. Due to the time she spent under constant physical brutality, she had apparently developed masochistic tendencies. She was tortured so much, she came to like it and identify it with love and affection.
*This Angelus I keep hearing about is to be commended. Excellent work, indeed*
As Willow made her way back to her cousin, even the dark lord of the army of the Profound Darkness wan't oblivious to the sensuous being before him. A smirk formed on the dark lord's face while the cuvious form of the vampiric Rosenberg disappeared behind her cousin, leaving his view of his current demonic rival unobstructed.
::: This item is not available Kayel :::
A dark energy, the likes of which rarely seen on this world filled the room as the Witch King defiantly strode forward. Lord Kayel was genuinely impressed by the brazen display. In doing this, the demonic Rosenberg was making sure that the demon lord knew full well that he would not simply relent. The knight in Lord Kayel respected that.
::: Do not underestimate me my lord, this item is staying in my possession, as you speak my Nazgul quicken to me, and even if they did not I would still not surrender the page to you. Now, either you have some persuasive words or actions for me, or you don’t. I assure you the item you speak of it well protected, however at risk it may look. The bible will be ours, and you cannot stop us, it was I that found it, rose it’s holder and now will keep possession of it. You cannot have it! :::
At that point, Lord Kayel knew all bets where off. This situation would end in bloodshed. But before that he had one last card to play in the hopes of gaining more than just the page. Of which, the Stygian Beast had full confidence would be his before the night was done.
"Angelus was a wise master.." Mused the dark lord in a calm voice, his dark brown gaze settling on Willow. "For if I where your master I would ensure such a lascivious creature such as yourself would never feel unwanted or unloved. Thus..."
The dark lord slowly rose a gauntleted hand to her direction and slowly clenched his fist. In that motion, the second part of his plan came to fruition. The abyssal fluid that poisons the vampiress can also act as a catalyst for Lord Kayel's dark magic. A fact he exploits as a fiery pain rushes through the vampiress' veins. The assault starts as an intense burning that evolves into a clutching agony, like the dark ichor was a living being that groped at her insides, attempting to pull her in on her self.
"I will cure her of her affliction that I assure you will on get worse as time progresses, for the small price of the page. Now that it is active, it will not stop until the pain drives her beyond madness. Or, until I stop it. Now, really young Mr. Rosenberg. Is that dusty old page worth you cousin's eternal agony. Or, do you not really care?"
A vicious grin spread across the dark lord's continence. He had the upper hand and he knew it. If the Witch King relented and gave him the page to save his cousin from her pain, then he wins. If he doesn't and keeps the page, forsaking his cousin, then he plants the seed of doubt in his other intended 'acquisition' of the night. Seeing her writhe in agony was just as arousing to the demon lord as her earlier advances. Lord Kayel had the situation well in hand. He looked forward to seeing the Witch King's next move. It was almost amusing how little the Witch King understood the nature of he truly faced.
Re: The Coming of Darkness"Angelus was a wise master.." It was this sentence that caused Willow's wondering mind to focus once again on what was at hand , offering a wicked little smile as Kayel looked towards her "For if I where your master I would ensure such a lascivious creature such as yourself would never feel unwanted or unloved. Thus..." Slightly her head cocked to the side as she watched curiously his hand rise, her lips parting slightly to show her fangs as if to hint she knew what was about to come yet she seemed to grin slightly before her body clenched tightly from the fiery sensation that flooded through her. Willow's eye's glared stubbornly at the Dark Lord before her head drops lower, her hands tightened into fists and her arms crossed over her chest tightly as the pain only grew worse. Amazingly enough Willow managed to remain quiet, despite the agony, another malicious little grin flickered onto her lips as she lifted her head, her eyes had closed, but they slowly opened now to stare at Kayel.
"I will cure her of her affliction that I assure you will on get worse as time progresses, for the small price of the page." It would take more then this level of agony and the feeling of imploding to scare Willow, then again, she could be having her limbs cut off and she'd find some sort of twisted pleasure in it. Matt wouldn't let her hurt like this..
"Now that it is active, it will not stop until the pain drives her beyond madness. Or, until I stop it." Willow scoffed with a chuckle as she stumbled forward and grabbed Matt's arms tightly, the trembles through her body giving away how painful it was, even though she was taking some delightful pleasurable excitement from the experience, the strong urge to move over towards Lord Kayel and please him was seen brightly in her alluring yellow eyes that seem to still wonder over his body. Incase he hadn't noticed it, Willow already was a little more then 'slightly' insane. Her insanity may not be as pronounced as Spike's, but more like Angelus and Belthazor, she does have her moments, you'd be amazed what Angelus would be able to learn after leaving Willow alone with someone for a few hours.
"Now, really young Mr. Rosenberg. Is that dusty old page worth you cousin's eternal agony. Or, do you not really care?" Of course Matt cared, he loved her, they where family, there was nothing he wouldn't do for her. There was an instant where the pain was so excruciating that she collapsed to her knees and leaned forward, starting to bang violently on the ground with one of her fists, her vampiric features vanished, her eyes where black from all the dark magic flowing through her, both her own and that of Kayel's and the poison. The roots of her hair began to turn black, her red hair darkening until it became a soft pure shade of black inky silk, matching the dark abyss of her vicious eyes that glared towards Kayel.
Her body could feel the power of the dark magic had had placed in her, normal her appearance would become like this if she became over charged with her dark magic’s, just like her twin sister back in Lost Angels. But this time it wasn't her magic her body was reacting to, but the dark powers Kayel had within her systems, either way, it was obvious the pain was getting worse because Willow leaned forward and began laughing without any amusement in her tone. Clenching her teeth as she struggled to choke back her chuckles, Willow glared up at Kayel, forcing her forcing her demonic appearance to return, though her hair remain black and her eyes had an eerie red colour that seemed to be catching and reflecting light even though there was no light shinning bright enough in the room to cause that effect. Kayel was so powerful, even Willow had not dared imagine such power as this could be held within that of a seemingly powerless creature. But she could see now, as dangerous as he was, there was something evil, even more sinister then himself that watched over and empowered him.
"He's so powerful," Willow purred as her eyes closed and she leaned her body against Matt's leg for support since she felt like she wanted to curl up, everything was crushing her, even the air that dwelled inside her lungs felt as if it was causing her pain, her body being crushed and yet the air itself wanting to explode. "Can I keep him as a pet?" Her words seemed strained to speak, and caused her great pain to do so, but she giggled as she looked up painfully at Matt, looking a little pouty as she added "Pleeeeease?" Shutting her eyes tightly as she leaned her body lower to the floor, pulling herself back up an angrily slamming her head down into the floor with a growl, though it didn't seem to hurt her since her pain was already to great to notice something so miniscule as that. "Play with him every day I will, good little puppy, won't bit him.. nibble a lil'maybe.." There was a strong craving in her eyes as she looked over towards Kayel, her body continuing to sway forward and back quickly from the pain, a devilish look in her red flaring eyes that remained ambitiously on the Dark Lord.
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(2/8/04 3:13 pm)
Re: The Coming of Darkness
All Matt could do was watch as Willow fought the searing pain that Kayel was inducing upon her, and although he could try, he knew that with the poison still in her he was helpless. He half listened to the words that spilled from Kayel, not really taking it in as the numb sound filled his body and he watched as she began to sink to the floor.
What can i do??! Matt thought rapidly, but the faint whines from Willow and the constant jeers that Kayel threw at the Witch King filled his mind, mixed his thoughts. It was then that he heard it, that he felt it, the symbiotic demon within him rising up through his very being, dark energy flowing like a flood through his veins.
"Now, really young Mr. Rosenberg. Is that dusty old page worth you cousin's eternal agony. Or, do you not really care?"
The words were nothing with the spirit beginning to push more power into his body, he knew he cared for Willowe and Willow knew the same and he was goin to show Kayel that, but he wouldn't allow him to get his hands on the page.
"He's so powerful, Can I keep him as a pet?.....Pleeeeease?Play with him every day I will, good little puppy, won't bit him.. nibble a lil'maybe.." Matt felt Willow lean aginst his leg as she lay sprawled on the floor as the pain which she had resisted for so long began to overcome her. But he could also see she was slightly enjoying it, the pain that Angelus put her under meant that she thought now that she was doing the right thing, she was being rewarded.
Her soft whines whistled into his mind and played as fuel for the demon spirits efforts, slowly, making sure that Willow's supported body was not allowed to drop heavily to the floor he turned to face Kayel. The demon lords handsome human visage streaked with a menevolence that was not often seen upon this Earth. As Matt's eyes locked with Kayel's, his demand sinking into him, the air thickened with the intense level of dark energy now flowing between the three people, not often was such a catalyst found within a room.
Using the energy about him, the symbiot inside him fed off the powers that was being emitted and Matt spoke, a low and growling unearthly tone that could only come with the sybiotic connecting he had within him; "Oh, Lord Kayel, I can assure you I care, I care greatly. But as you have through this whole encounter, you underestimate me, you forget about my connection, and I think your veiled threats have allowed my symbiot to find the energy to completely form with me, we are one and we will fight you!"
With those heavy words the Witch King through out one of his armored hands, the ridged metal that crossed his fingers suddenly glowing with a bright red energy. With a heavy shock, red energy spewed from his finger tips, aimed straight for the controling hand of Kayel. Matt felt invigorated as he let the pent up energy release from his controling body. He was not going to allow Willow to be in pain any longer, but he also would not give Kayel the upper hand by taking the page.
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(2/10/04 8:38 pm)
Re: The Coming of Darkness
(OOC: sorry guys, I didn't realize I was supposed to post *here* but thought Will was talking about the intro in the Dorms thread. ... but maybe it wasn't as bad since no one interfered so far...? trying to get'em in now, tell me if my explanation isn't that... good... *tries to think about something* ... yeah...)
Hurried footsteps could be heard in the time-honored hallways outside the room the one who had once been Matt had chosen as his residence. They were not uni sono and lacked the drilled perfection of those of soldiers. Still, those entering a moment later in a trenchant, yet at the same time respectful way were soldiers of a special kind. Life and experience had trained some of them in the art of combat and tactics, others were fighters by birth or had special powers strong enough to make everything of the above unnecessary.
This was when the Wraths entered but they were more than just that. The essences of the Witch King's servants had become a part of those mutants who - unknowingly, unwillingly, unconsciously - thus turned into bodyguards of a creature who they would have fought to death... if they had been theirselves.
As they had reached the Renaissance Hotel, gathering in front of its gates, the mind link to their master hadn't been as strong, only able to tell them in case he was in imminent or immediate danger which had not been the case. However, the situation had changed. The Witch King and his vessle had approached each other, joining forces to a higher degree than ever and this boost of power had transfered a great part of Matt's feelings to the Wraths... at once.
"Apparemment, we're a little late, huh?"
As the young dark-haired male entered, his skin - which seemed to have a green tint to it as far as one could tell from what little was revealed by the hallway's lighter lillumination - began to change its tone and got a normal shade. The red beam of destructive light aimed at who seemed like the main aggressor and - of course - Dryad had no doubt it would annihilate this stranger daring to face their master.
"Yeah... sugah's already dealin'...."
The broad southern accent easily identified the woman as Rogue who's affection for her vampire lover - judging from the way she approached Matt - had been directly projected on the Witch King.
"... with this cretin...whoever he is"
Storm finished the sentence the southern belle had started as they also had used to do occassionally before the possession.
"Soooo... whaddya want us t'do, sweety?"
The absorption mutant's gloved fingers salaciously touched Mat's neck, rather aspirating than actually talking, barely loud enough for everybody to hear.
Noticing Rogue's behavior, Dryad just rolled his eyes while Storm was too distracted by seizing a glare at Kayel, estimating his strengths and weaknesses. It couldn't hurt to threaten him a little, could it? A light buzzing arose as the weather controlling mutant let small amounts of electricity tingle about her body. She was ready for combat. Anytime.
So much like before but still so different.
Life can be like a stone thrown in the sea. It creates waves, maybe changing something, maybe not, but no matter what it causes, every single wave will disappear into nowhere... Edited by: 0x Tempest x0 at: 2/10/04 8:39 pm
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(2/11/04 11:41 am)
Re: The Coming of Darkness
A smirk spread from Lachlan’s lips, but it was no longer the young mutant who had control of his actions. It was the Wraith inside who was smirking. It had all right to, it had total control over this mutant and no matter how hard Lachlan tried to fight his way back, there was little chance. He was trapped in his body, unable to be himself, unable to warn or tell anyone of what had happened. The only thing Lachlan knew was that others were in danger, other mutants, those who live their lives in the school full of mutants. The fact he knew that only made the surfer mutant wonder how much the creature possessing him knew of his mind.
They had already begun to share memories and thoughts, the Wraith taking interest in the people Lachlan knew incase they stumbled across one of them. If they did the Wraith would have its little fun meddling with their minds, causing pain if it wished. However, it’s thoughts stopped as it became distracted with something else…
“Nazgul! Return to your King!” Although it was but an echo to Lachlan’s ears, the Wraith inside him heard the order loud and clear. It gave a nod, though no one could see it, and readied itself to return to its master, the Witch King. Though, before it left the mutants room, it used its new hazel-blue eyes too look at its new body, scoffing at what it saw. It couldn’t show up to his master in such clothing! Boxer shorts and a white singlet was not much of a fashion choice to the Wraith, though in truth it didn’t really have its own taste for clothing. Quickly it slipped into a pair of dark jeans and threw on a long sleaved rusty coloured top, which if anyone saw him would look a little odd on him since Lachlan rarely wore wintery-type clothing, even in such cold months like these.
These clothes looked a little better to the Wraith, though it still didn’t seem all that happy with them, but it had to return to it’s master quickly as he was needed, just like the other seven of its kind.
It didn’t take long to get out of the Institute’s grounds with nobody noticing Lachlan walking around at this odd time of night. Though, the Wraith inside did feel a little grumpy over the fact that it didn’t see any of the mutants friends, but then again, that would probably only slow him down and make him late for its master. There were no more troubles for either Lachlan or the Wraith as the got closer to the Hotel where he was set to return to.
Without much a fuss they had arrived at the Renaissance Hotel, from a little distance off it saw three figures enter the hotel. Lachlan’s eyes narrow with curiosity, who were they and why were they going into the hotel of his master? Then he quickly registered them as three mutants, from his mutant body’s mind, obviously they too had been possessed, which was confirmed as it moved closer towards the hotel, feeling some sort of a connection to the three other Wraiths.
Stepping inside the hotel, only a little while after Dryad, Storm and Rogue, Lachlan’s eyes scanned the room, giving an odd look towards Kayel then moving on towards the Fanged Wicca, who the Wraith had seen before when the Eight were all summoned, then finally stopping on its master, the Witch King.
"Back," It wasn’t Lachlan’s usual voice, though it was still clear that it was his through the darker tone the Wraith chose to use. "Missed much?" The slowed down words stretched as the Wraith looked over to Kayel, not sure what to make of him, threat or not. Though a quick glance to one of its fellow Wraiths, currently possessing the mutant codenamed Storm, clearly stated that this stranger may be. Looking back over to its master, Lachlan’s face showed that he was ready to test out its new mutant powers and see the effects if told to, much like Storm.
Re: The Coming of Darkness
::: Oh, Lord Kayel, I can assure you I care, I care greatly. But as you have through this whole encounter, you underestimate me, you forget about my connection, and I think your veiled threats have allowed my symbiot to find the energy to completely form with me, we are one and we will fight you! :::
"Veiled?" Bellowed the Stygian Beast. "You foolishly think I would make idle threats? It is not you of whom is being underestimated, Young one." Lord Kayel's face wore a smug grin as he spoke.
A grin that fell as soon as a red beam of lethal energy flew toward the dark lord, striking him in the hand with enough force to nearly completely destroy the appendage, sending shards of shattered obsidian black armor flying in all directions. Willows torture never ceased despite the loss of three fingers on Lord Kayel's part, However.
The dark lord stumbled back slightly at the force of the blow and just stares at the ruined remaining digits of his mangled hand, flowing with blood. It was then that the Witch King's reinforcements finally showed up. His dark glare escaped not a one of them as they entered and took position around their king. Especially the weather witch known as Storm. In her he saw a great power that he may have to harness at a future date. Indeed, a powerful collection of mutants culled from the ranks of the very institute that the dark lord had large plans for. An irony that was not lost on the Stygian Beast.
"Hm hm hm hmm...Ha ha ha hah...HAA ha ha ha ha HAH!!" Lord Kayel's voice had also began to change. An odd reverberation could be heard in his voice as it took on an echoing quality. "Well played, young whelp! Well played! So this is your trump card against me, eh youngling? You have assembled a powerful troupe of bodyguards, indeed."
A malicious grin crawled across the Stygian Beast's dark visage as his stark white glare level itself on the Witch King."But, do you really think they will protect you from me?"
With that, the light in the room dimmed yet again as the dark lord tapped directly into the power of the Profound Darkness. Wisps of a dark violet energy flowed from Lord Kayel's stark white eyes like smoke. The shards of his shattered gauntlet swirl about his body in a vortex of black metal as a dark mist surrounds the dark lord's destroyed hand. With but a thought, the mist quickly seeps into his hand as if the hand took a deep breath and drew the mist in. All in attendance can see the damage caused by the Witch King's powerful blast erase before their very eyes as if it was never there. Upon completion of this possess, the shards of his gauntlet freeze in midair only to slam into the dark lord's hand and reform his gauntlet. Seemingly undamaged.
"It seems the battle is joined then. Eh, young one? As a gracious conquerer, I will give you the first move." A dark smile crossed his lips as the Stygian Beast had not been in a good battle in some time. The current odds made it seem to the dark one that the fight should be just about fair.
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(2/14/04 11:18 pm)
Re: The Coming of Darkness
(OOC: Will can you e-mail me please? I'm not sure what you want to do about Johnny who is currently unconscious but thanks to his vision knows about some sort of dark force/posession. Do you want him to wake up and tell someone, stay unconsciouss or something else? Thanks.)
Tess sat up but it was no longer her in control as her dainty legs swung over the side of her bed and she pushed herself to her feet. The first few steps were uneasy as the Wraith inside settled down, getting used to the walk of the considerably smaller faerie but after a moment it had the hang of it and she crossed the dorm room quickly. Inside Tess tried to scream out and fought for control but only succeeded in swaying her body ever so slightly and in slowing the steps of the one who had posessed her body. She was trapped though and the harder she fought the more weakness spread through the part of her she was aware of. She could no longer fight, not with the little strength she had.
It felt like being violated as the wraith went through her thoughts, touching with interest on her memories of a green eyed spikey haired boy who had been her best friend at the institute until his departure. She saw as well as he did the image stopping, an image of his lips brushing hers, her first kiss. Tess wanted to cry, to fight or to do anything but all she could do was protest to herself and hear the wraith's almost mocking feelings. A sharp command from his leader wrenched the Wraith out of Tess' memories and she felt mingled relief and fear as the wraith changed her pink pj pants and camisole for a more suitable outfit, a red tank top and low cut pair of jeans, jerking a coat on overtop.
Tess' lightfooted fairy steps served the wraith well and no one heard her leave her dorm room and the institute grounds. The wraith moved her body and headed towards the Hotel which was to be the meeting place of the wraiths. There was no one in sight as Tessa's body entered the Hotel. Her blue eyes swept across the room and landed on four others the wraith immediately placed as the others of his kind and upon the others. They were not all here yet, he had arrived on time.
He stated the obvious for attention, making sure his master knew he had come and his tone of voice was flat, free of the affectionate positive tones of Tess' regular voice. "I'm here."
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Loni, as it turned out, was slightly harder to control. The wraith inhabiting her had chosen a bad moment, ripping her out of a connected dream and in that way also stunning her slightly. In Loni's state, without cooperation, the wraith had to struggle to pull her body upwards and dress. She herself had trouble remembering for a moment and felt a flash of his anger as he tried to get to her memories to no avail.
Wretching her body towards the room's door the wraith walked with difficulty, it's new body swaying as it walked.
"Hey Lon, sneaking out?" a voice said and with difficulty the wraith turned around to see a teenaged girl with red hair and a gap toothed grin. The wraith searched but Loni was only starting to recover and her memories were jumbled.
"No, I just have something to do," Loni's voice said in a low tone, trying to keep the irritation out of it.
"Are you sure you are-"
"I'm fine, I just need a walk." This time he had it down. The perfect mix of Loni's sweetness and firm tone. Reassured the nameless girl continued down the hall to her room. Loni waited until he heard the clicking lock of her door then continued outside on his path to the hotel.
Upon arriving he realized, with relief, that he was not the last of the wraiths to come. Without knowing it he was late though and rather ironically Loni had always been late to everything.
He felt her stir and the memories began to come back as Loni returned to awareness. One image stuck in his mind and he say the imagery of her last dream, a dark haired boy but his face was blurred and the image imperfect. The wraith frowned slightly, if he had seen anything he could be a threat but it was unlikely that anything unusual had come out of her dream. To all concerned it was just a nightmare. Nightmare. He tested out the word in his mind liking it. Loni had been Dream, He would be Nightmare.
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Matthew Rosenberg Powerful in the Arts of Magic Eldest of the Rosenbergs
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(2/16/04 10:05 pm)
Re: The Coming of Darkness
Matt stood silently in the thick aired room as he listened to the hissing moaning noises of Lord Kayel. He watched as the Stygian Beast cradled his shattered hand slightly, Matt himself also being shocked at the strength at which his powers had unleashed upon the gaunt foe.
Matt heard the soft pattings of feet as mutants began to enter the room, slowly trickling, and for a split second the Witch King thought his eight warriors had been found and dealt with. But that was but a fleeting thought as he felt the presence of the dark souls held deep within the mutants and they began to place themselves near their master awaiting his will. Some however were getting a little too close, as the one known as Rouge began to sweep her thin fingers over him. He quickly shifted, a deep glare appearing in his eyes, the Wraith was obviously having some problems with her.
"Hm hm hm hmm...Ha ha ha hah...HAA ha ha ha ha HAH!! Well played, young whelp! Well played! So this is your trump card against me, eh youngling? You have assembled a powerful troupe of bodyguards, indeed. But, do you really think they will protect you from me?"
Matt listened intently to Kayels words, but he didn't seem to realise that with every fleeting remark regarding his age, his experience, his apparent lack of ability was only charging him up to even greater things, his internal symbiot feeding him more and more power, he could hear the very thoughts of the Witch Kings spirit, every desire.
Suddenly Kayel began some kind of sorcery, and Matt's instincts instantly put him in a mode to defend himself his powers priming. But it was unneeded as chunks from the floor began to twist and turn about the demon lord and pound onto the stump at the end of his arm, forming his hand and re armoring it once again, Kayel was truly strong but he wouldn't let it intimdate him, if he was to fall it would be in battle.
"It seems the battle is joined then. Eh, young one? As a gracious conquerer, I will give you the first move....Make it good."
Matt smirked a deep and worrying smile of pleasure in the idea of a battle between the two foes, whether he would rein victorious or fall to Kayels power it would be good. The soft flips of more feet entering the domain of the Witch King, more of his warriors coming to fight by his side. Now stood six of the eight that would help his cause, that would fight to their death for him and so it would begin.
Matt felt a soft pulling of his robes near the ground and looking down Willow still aly on the floor, the pain corsing through her from Kayels poison. A new found surge of anger fed the Witch King and softly raising his arm he lifted her fragile body with his powers and lay her back on the soft bed not far behind them, ensuring her comfort before turning back to Kayel; This is for you Willow His mind spoke.
"Oh, I intend to make it a good one my Lord, I can assure you that."
A second before he began he called to his six warriors around him, telling them what to do. Use your new bodies abilities to the extreme, do not fail me Nazgul, Kayel must be removed from this place, destroyed if you can do it Then the action began.
Matt quickly span back on one foot, his warriors now closing in front of him, blocking a direct path to the Witch Kings being. As the mutants surrounding him closed, he took his first chance to unleash a blow on Kayel. The palm of his hand rose up high and a sparking deep near black blue burst of energy spewed out of his being, and as the energy spewed over him, tight tendrils of energy using his body as a conduit to reach the stone floor. Matt's eyes fell back to Kayel as the tendrils whipped across the floor ignoring any obsticle before reaching Kayels heavy boots. There the many energy whips lept up the heavy legs of the demon Lord and locked him to the very ground he stood.
Matt lowered his hand with a grin and shifted to a defensive position as he watched the tendrils crawl past his waist and up his body, slower now, it was obvious his foe was fighting them inside. But now all Matt could worry about was what Kayel would unleash in return, his six warriors were about to pounce but he didn't no how long they could hold against the might of Kayel. He wanted Matt, no one else, and demons like Kayel tended to get what they want. Matt readied for the assault with a gaze as dark as the vacuum of space.
... but maybe it wasn't as bad since no one interfered so far...? trying to get'em in now, tell me if my explanation isn't that... good... *tries to think about something* ... yeah...)
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