Post by Mesa Rin Stone (darko) on Jan 11, 2012 21:50:58 GMT -5
"Drugs....Sex...War...Things built upon a world that's own existence was shaped and warped by its own people, the people of the living who would kill for a buck and fuck for one to. Its only a sad state of affairs that I would wound up here in this flit enclosed place." He said as he lowered his eyes down up the unclothed body on a girl. His eyes looked across the room as his ears listened to the sounds of gun shots outside. A cold chill filled the air, another soul lusting for death from the world of the mortals. He lifted his head as his body became bare and untouched by the bed sheet that's warmth was given by the human girl. His eyes closed for a second as the sound of a familiar voice echoed in his mind. 'I've sent you a gift from the living world brother, I hope you enjoy it to the fullest.' the voice said as he opened his eyes. The room around him become to grow dark like a shadow. The ground beneath him shuck slowly as he walked to the dresser and grabbed his clothing from the floor and his leather jacket. He dragged up his pants slowly and buttoned the top, the zipped slowly brought up to the top. He reeled through his tarnished bronze belt through the loops of his bottoms before working on his jet black leather tank top. He slipped his arms through the shirt and then ran his arms through the sleeves of his jacket. Dressed in his normal fashion, he begun heading for the hallway of the cat house, grabbing his bag of seeds, his wooden mask, and his blood root sword on his way out. A small stack of ones were left on the nightstand along with a small note that read, 'everyone has a price'.
The man made his way out into the hallway, the lights that covered the ceiling that upon his arrival were perfect and untouched, were not flickering and going dim. Light slowly begun to fade away from the halls, as a cold breath begun to bounce across the ground. Like a serpent, the mist like breath froze over the walls, taking with it the living warmth that had filled the building. The man stopped and looked at the ground as it slowly became covered in a thin layer of ice. His olive green eyes, staring tiredly as he sunk through the ground. Slowly to swiftly his body fell in a standing possession until finally it landed on the first floor. He faced the entryway of the lusted in filled building as his eyes focused upon the faded figure that stood upon the street in front of him.
Walking forward, he passed through the locked glass doors of the building, the thick glass wall before him acting as though it was never there to be walked passed. He walked down the steps that ran down from the door to the street with his closed hand clinching the red blade of the sword. A small seed was dropped upon the cold soil and stomped into the ground by the olive green eyed man as he grabbed his sword's hilt with his left hand and pulled it from his right, almost like he was unsheathing a blade. His right hand ran along the back inside of his jacket as it flew upward by the force given to the movement of his unsheathed sword. His fingers reached around his back and grasped upon two small holes and pulled out a wooden mask, that reeked with the smell of blood to those who's eyes had lied upon the freshly dead. He placed the mask over his face and pulled his hair through the back with his right hand. His olive green eyes, hidden by that of a dark maroon mask. The faded figure moved around the man, like a child first seeing something of interest. "There is a price to be paid upon this gateway through worlds, your sins and hate shall pay your way in hell..." the man's voice said from behind the mask as he swung his sword toward the faded figure. The blade along with its wielder spun around in a circle as the blade ripped through the body of the faded figure. The ice cold chill grew and spread around the two as the moon above turned a bright red.
As though transported from one place to another, the world around the two shifted and warped. Until the concert ground they stood upon was no longer concert, but wooden boards. The man stood near the back of a boat with a long wooden poll in his hands. His jacket had grown into a torn and decayed cloak that covered his body from head to toe. A hole large enough for his face was covered by the face of his mask. The man moved the poll through the water at his eyes focused upon the small gate they were heading to. The faded figure, had become solid and defined. A small child with a dark look in the eyes, stared at the man as it had spoke. "where are you taking me?" the man remained silent as he rowed the boat down what looked like an ever going river. The child asked again, this time with a hint of anger. "where are you taking me?!" The boat kept moving down the river as the man released on of his hands and pointed to the gate. "The price you'll pay is waiting for you beyond the gates of hell..." the man finally spoke as he moved his hand back over to the wooden poll. The small child's eyes widen as it looked over to the gate that slowly begun to open in the distance. In a panic the child reached for a large knife behind its back and rushed forward at the man. The large knife slowly dug its way into the man's skin, dragging the man down to his knees.
Loud screams roared from below the boat as the man reached out and grabbed the child's wrist. The eyes behind the mask glowing a dark green. "that was not wise..." the man's voice said as he twisted the wrist to the side, breaking the forearm of the child and knocking the knife to the ground. A cry of pain rushed out from the child's lungs as blue flames began to slowly spread from the man's hand down the child's arm. The child pushed and pulled, struggling to escape as the fire burnt through the child's clothing, unclothing the child bare. Brown eyes watered up as the blue flames left the child to try and cover her naked body as the boat arrived within the gates of hell. The man slowly snapped the girl's arm back into place fixing the broken forearm. Pushing her away from him and upon the wooden floor of the boat. The man turned and reached out toward the open gate and moved his arm and hand in a twisting pull motion. Slowly the gate closed as the man turned back to the girl. "You have sold yourself to men and women, you have killed though who've taken your body. You have murdered those who've tried to help you. And all for the sake of a father who took your innocence." The girl moved back in terror as the man walked slowly across the wooden floor over to the girl. "That man paid the price for his taboo, as well as those who you have killed." The man standing over the girl reached down and grabbed the girl by the back of her hair and lifted her up so that her eyes were met with his. "Your sins have cost you the payment of many things, including your pride. If I were a human I would pity you with my heart's content." The girl's tormented expression turned to a small grin. "However, I've never been human and never will be." The man said as he dropped the girl over the edge of the boat. The girl floated upon the water as her body was slowly grabbed upon by the decayed and filth ridden hands of the underworld. Her body being dragged down to the bottom of the water and to her cell. The man watched at the unclothed child was brought to meet her the punishment for her sins. "so, this time you've delivered a child, tell me, bringer of the dark. Do you ever feel the least bit of guilt knowing that your sending people like that to a never ending punishment in hell?" a voice said as a dark shadowy figure came out from the water. "I feel no such thing. Even for children who shall spend there days in the ring of Lust. Now for the payment." The man said staring back at the dark figure. "As you wish, here..." a small orb moved across the air and into the small bag under the man's cloak. "Now leave." the shadowy figure said as it faded back into the water. The man slowly turned and begun walking back to the other end of the boat as the area around him turned into the street that he had just left. His cloak shifting back into his leather jacket as he removed his masked and placed it back beneath his black leather cloth. He turned back toward the cat house and stared at it for a moment before walking down the street. His sword's red blade gripped in his right hand.
The man made his way out into the hallway, the lights that covered the ceiling that upon his arrival were perfect and untouched, were not flickering and going dim. Light slowly begun to fade away from the halls, as a cold breath begun to bounce across the ground. Like a serpent, the mist like breath froze over the walls, taking with it the living warmth that had filled the building. The man stopped and looked at the ground as it slowly became covered in a thin layer of ice. His olive green eyes, staring tiredly as he sunk through the ground. Slowly to swiftly his body fell in a standing possession until finally it landed on the first floor. He faced the entryway of the lusted in filled building as his eyes focused upon the faded figure that stood upon the street in front of him.
Walking forward, he passed through the locked glass doors of the building, the thick glass wall before him acting as though it was never there to be walked passed. He walked down the steps that ran down from the door to the street with his closed hand clinching the red blade of the sword. A small seed was dropped upon the cold soil and stomped into the ground by the olive green eyed man as he grabbed his sword's hilt with his left hand and pulled it from his right, almost like he was unsheathing a blade. His right hand ran along the back inside of his jacket as it flew upward by the force given to the movement of his unsheathed sword. His fingers reached around his back and grasped upon two small holes and pulled out a wooden mask, that reeked with the smell of blood to those who's eyes had lied upon the freshly dead. He placed the mask over his face and pulled his hair through the back with his right hand. His olive green eyes, hidden by that of a dark maroon mask. The faded figure moved around the man, like a child first seeing something of interest. "There is a price to be paid upon this gateway through worlds, your sins and hate shall pay your way in hell..." the man's voice said from behind the mask as he swung his sword toward the faded figure. The blade along with its wielder spun around in a circle as the blade ripped through the body of the faded figure. The ice cold chill grew and spread around the two as the moon above turned a bright red.
As though transported from one place to another, the world around the two shifted and warped. Until the concert ground they stood upon was no longer concert, but wooden boards. The man stood near the back of a boat with a long wooden poll in his hands. His jacket had grown into a torn and decayed cloak that covered his body from head to toe. A hole large enough for his face was covered by the face of his mask. The man moved the poll through the water at his eyes focused upon the small gate they were heading to. The faded figure, had become solid and defined. A small child with a dark look in the eyes, stared at the man as it had spoke. "where are you taking me?" the man remained silent as he rowed the boat down what looked like an ever going river. The child asked again, this time with a hint of anger. "where are you taking me?!" The boat kept moving down the river as the man released on of his hands and pointed to the gate. "The price you'll pay is waiting for you beyond the gates of hell..." the man finally spoke as he moved his hand back over to the wooden poll. The small child's eyes widen as it looked over to the gate that slowly begun to open in the distance. In a panic the child reached for a large knife behind its back and rushed forward at the man. The large knife slowly dug its way into the man's skin, dragging the man down to his knees.
Loud screams roared from below the boat as the man reached out and grabbed the child's wrist. The eyes behind the mask glowing a dark green. "that was not wise..." the man's voice said as he twisted the wrist to the side, breaking the forearm of the child and knocking the knife to the ground. A cry of pain rushed out from the child's lungs as blue flames began to slowly spread from the man's hand down the child's arm. The child pushed and pulled, struggling to escape as the fire burnt through the child's clothing, unclothing the child bare. Brown eyes watered up as the blue flames left the child to try and cover her naked body as the boat arrived within the gates of hell. The man slowly snapped the girl's arm back into place fixing the broken forearm. Pushing her away from him and upon the wooden floor of the boat. The man turned and reached out toward the open gate and moved his arm and hand in a twisting pull motion. Slowly the gate closed as the man turned back to the girl. "You have sold yourself to men and women, you have killed though who've taken your body. You have murdered those who've tried to help you. And all for the sake of a father who took your innocence." The girl moved back in terror as the man walked slowly across the wooden floor over to the girl. "That man paid the price for his taboo, as well as those who you have killed." The man standing over the girl reached down and grabbed the girl by the back of her hair and lifted her up so that her eyes were met with his. "Your sins have cost you the payment of many things, including your pride. If I were a human I would pity you with my heart's content." The girl's tormented expression turned to a small grin. "However, I've never been human and never will be." The man said as he dropped the girl over the edge of the boat. The girl floated upon the water as her body was slowly grabbed upon by the decayed and filth ridden hands of the underworld. Her body being dragged down to the bottom of the water and to her cell. The man watched at the unclothed child was brought to meet her the punishment for her sins. "so, this time you've delivered a child, tell me, bringer of the dark. Do you ever feel the least bit of guilt knowing that your sending people like that to a never ending punishment in hell?" a voice said as a dark shadowy figure came out from the water. "I feel no such thing. Even for children who shall spend there days in the ring of Lust. Now for the payment." The man said staring back at the dark figure. "As you wish, here..." a small orb moved across the air and into the small bag under the man's cloak. "Now leave." the shadowy figure said as it faded back into the water. The man slowly turned and begun walking back to the other end of the boat as the area around him turned into the street that he had just left. His cloak shifting back into his leather jacket as he removed his masked and placed it back beneath his black leather cloth. He turned back toward the cat house and stared at it for a moment before walking down the street. His sword's red blade gripped in his right hand.
