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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 9, 2009 2:37:54 GMT -5
Daemon stopped his task and turned his attention to Zach. He realized he was just a kid; rather reminding him of himself when he was eighteen or so.
"Thats enough kid, I understand where your coming from... Tell you what, stay for the night. I will fix this place up... you can stay in Lain's room. It is rather girly but it will do, its not as badly broken as the rest," he said realizing he forgot Solace outside.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Nov 9, 2009 3:21:15 GMT -5
Zachery looked up as Daemon called him kid.. how unusual. He looked like a teenager, and had the same attitude because he was brought up to be as close to a human as possible. He had probably lived longer than Daemon had so far, yet he was calling him the kid. Though it was understandable, he acted like a teenager, looked like a teenager, and perhaps thought like a teenager. An amused smile came to Zachery's lips. He was older than Daemon yet he was calling him 'Kid'. A strange twist. It was rare to see Zachery smile, and even rarer for him to laugh.
He was severely tired, trying to get up he pushed his knee underneath him and tried to stand up. But he couldn't manage and passed out, the fatigue finally catching up with him from the weeks without rest. Zachery silently laid there, still as a statue. The only sign of life was the slow rise and fall of his chest. The mental pains that rested inside his uneasy mind, unable to touch his physical state as he slept. Even as the worst nightmares came to pass, his body could not physically respond to them like most humans could, writhe and turn in their sleep. It was one of the things Spiritual Entities weren't able to do. Their souls and minds cut off from their physical motions, to ensure rest in their body so their fatigue would leave completely. Almost like a natural defense of their body. Zachery looked peaceful in his sleep, his facial expression gentle as he lay on his side.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 9, 2009 4:51:08 GMT -5
Daemon smiled at Zachary and realized he was getting old. Maybe it was about time to find a place to settle down but as for now, this kid needed to settle down. Daemon went to him and lifted him up, carrying him bridal style. Off they went to Lain's room. When they were there, he gently lay him down on the bed and put the covers over.
"Night kid," Daemon said as he slowly walked away going outside to fetch Solace. As he exited the room, he saw Solace looking at him questionably.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Nov 9, 2009 5:26:29 GMT -5
Zachery had instinctivly snuggled into Daemon as he picked him up. He was adorable when he was asleep, but he was usually a fairly serious and an emotional wreck, but not crying wise. He had a problem with his temper when people tended to annoy him. A few examples, Mr. P, Tommy, Mr. Happy, and of course the bastard who burned his shirt from exploding the hotel. Those times he was a dangerouse ticking bomb of fire. The reason he had not slept for such a long time was because he didn't like sharing this side of himself. He still had a lot to straiten out with himself.
His dreams drifted on the verge of nightmares, the scenes of the massacer replaying in his head, begining to twist itself around his fears and become worse. Zachery had the worst nightmares, but probably not compared to what Kankure's had ammounted to before. Even so, he slept still without the slightest hint of movement or discomfort.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 9, 2009 5:36:50 GMT -5
Daemon smiled when Zachery snuggled him, he was a cute kid and he empathized with him. He understood him to a degree. __
Now he was smiling at Solace, "you better get to bed."
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Post by razor on Nov 10, 2009 17:20:44 GMT -5
Solace looked at Daemon and nodded, she seemed to trust him. He was pleasant to be with and wished to know him more. She went to a room, it had a queen size bed and she was satisfied. There she lay.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Nov 12, 2009 8:39:24 GMT -5
Zachery lay on the brink of unconsciousness and conscience, subtly moaning as his dreams twisted further around his fears. His body tried awaking him, twisting and writhing under the stress and intensity of his nightmare. He soon became entangled in the sheets, in a cold sweat and unable to lay still. His mind askew in nightmares as his body tried to react upon his sleeping conscience. Tossing and turning, gripping the sheets of the bedding. He cried out multiple times for his sister, Natalie…
It was painfully obvious that this was the reason why he was so tired. He could not allow himself to fall into such nightmares, for he feared his sanity might break from the overwhelming intensity of them.
: Zachery’s Dreams :
Crimson blood spray through the air, splattering against walls and the hard compressed gravel streets of former Nahalia. The skies heavy with dark looming clouds that threatened to cast a storm and wash away all the blood that puddled the ground and painted the surfaces of walls and items set outside during the time of vile evil. Thunder rumbled and cracked in the distance of the sky, sending small pieces of quick flashing brilliant yellow light across the village. Screams echoed across the plains as Zachery stood, once more, in the same spot where he had when he was attacked, and possibly killed.
He opened his eyes as cold waters poured over him, droplets of ice cold rain water pounding against him. The rain cam down in sheets, unable to see too far into the rain of the village as it seemed to be a large veil of moving water. The sound almost deafening, only being disturbed by screams of pain, the rushing water quickly muffling the sounds. Zachery shivered, each droplet sending a cold feeling deeper into his body as he began to be drenched with the rain. The trees surrounding the village were all leafless and dead, their branches twisting around sidings of houses and other trees. The world looked twisted and full of darkness and cold spew of water. Even as the water life was suppose to give, it felt like dry acid, melting its cold tendrils into his already shivering body.
Zachery caught a glimpse of a figure sprinting through the rain, his hair silky and black, pale skin that would shun even that of gods, his body cloaked in black, as his eyes had the piercing red gaze of someone who could easily rip him in two. A strange tail coming from his cloak… or was it.. A spine? Zachery pierced his lips together, trying not to make a sound. The man did not return into his sights.
He let out a small sigh, and walked through the rain. His shoes gently slapping into puddles of rain as he walked through the seemingly empty village. He followed from where the man had came from, and paused in shear horror at what he saw. Corpses.. So many brutally massacred as their blood lay water logged against the ground. Crimson red splashed across walls of the buildings and lay dripping from rocks and dead grass blades. The entire area felt overwhelmed with death. His senses drowned out by the rain as the smell of rotting corpses lingered around the rain. Zachery gritted his teeth, bidding himself not to vomit. “Natalie!” He cried out as he saw her body. Quickly, he rushed over to her, kneeling by her body. She was torn and mangled, a terrible thing to do to a child. She was not even twelve yet, however, that did not stop the demon from hurting her.
He wept, crying loudly through the rain as he held her body. He felt as this was his fault, unable to protect her even though he had promised her so. “Amin hiraetha, Natalie [I’m so sorry].” He whispered to her limp body, hugging her close to him. Blood smearing across his cheek as he lay his head against her body, weeping even louder as he cried.
“Stop your blubbering and be silent!” A voice snapped at Zachery. He looked up to see the man from before, holding a black bladed sword in hand, its handle made of freshly harvested bone, the hilt and blade connected by a human’s skull, the teeth biting down on the blade. Zachery did not cease to sob, he couldn’t, not when his sister was like this because of him. “I said Silence!” The demon yelled, grabbed Zachery by the throat and tossing him away from his sister. Zachery crashed into the housing, breaking the wall and rolling across the floor some until he hit a chair. Rain water dripped from the broken and jagged hole in the wall, small puddles lay on the floor from where he had come into contact, a large puddle lay underneath him as he struggled to getup. Water dripping from his now more flat hair. The layered pieces sticking to his face as water soaked his cloths and the cold slowed his movements.
The demon, known as Dante, sighed and stepped through the hole. He was untouched by the rain, perfectly dry expect his damp black hair that reached just beyond his shoulders. His hair glistening from the dim light of the rainy day outside. “You’re not as fun to torture as my other play mate.” Dante said, arms crossed as a strange bone tail curled back and forth underneath his black water like cloak. His skin was grey, eyes black with two glowing red rings, a scar forming down his left eye. Black markings underneath his eyes, painted down his cheek like make up at a rock n roll festival. His nails were sharp and long, colored black. His left hand imbedded with a jewel in the middle, the color glowing a dark red. He ‘tsk’ed at Zachery and walked over to him. “You shouldn’t try to avoid me by not sleeping. If you do that, you’ll only be here much much longer than any nightly visit.” A smile tugged at Dante’s lips, showing a hint of sharp teeth that would but even sharks to shame.
Dante rose his hand, just slightly, from his confinement of his arm. The wood rotted away bellow Zachery, like rust and metal. The pieces of boarding melting away like globs of oil. Zachery stood up on his knees, but it was too late. He fell through the flooring, landing back first into a sticky wet substance. The light above slowly fading as he was consumed by the liquid and dragged down. The air left his lungs as he seemed to be in there for hours, red colored lights sparkling and jostling bellow him. His vision blurred, loosing consciousness.
Zachery came out the other side of the thick liquid, falling through air and landing on something hard, but it wasn’t a rock. He lay there, coughing up blood, which was not of his own. The crimson substance spilled all over him from his passageway through the thousands of gallons of blood. He wiped away some of it from his face and looked up at the swirling vortex of red slowly vanish. Leaving him somewhere in a dead wilderness. The grasses were all stiff and browned in patches, few building foundations were left barely visible on the ground as chunks of rubble lay across the area. Trees were blackened and dead, hollowed from the years from wear of the air. Above were dark clouds of dark purples, rumbling of thunder echoed above as strange lights emitted from the clouds, as if pulsing. Thick fogs of poison carried around the area, clearly visible by anyone.
He sat up, wondering where he was. He placed his hand out, reaching for the grass to he could get up, but instead, found a hard smooth curved surface under his hand. Zachery looked underneath his hand to see a skull laying there, grass entangled in its ancient frame. He jumped back, quickly getting up from his spot to see it was littered with bone. He looked at it as he walked away, making sure the bones didn’t come to life and try to kill him. He faced forward and examined the rugged terrain, nothing lived here, not the sky, no plants, no bugs, no animals. All that lay there was death and bones of dried away carcasses from darker times. This was the spot where the village once stood. This was what it currently was on Middle Earth. How many years had passed? Was this truly just a dream, or could it be real?
He heard a strange whistling sound and quickly turned, only in time to feel a stabbing pain in his chest. The quiver of an arrow stuck from his chest, blood seeping through his shirt. A little girl stood there, only about six or seven with long curly black hair and smiling. She held a bow at her side, a pack of arrows with her. “Mm! I told ya Big Bro!” She shouted out over to him from the distance. ‘Sonya…’ Zachery couldn’t call out to her, she was not his little sister… it was a dream. Just a dream. He grimaced and collapsed onto the prickling stiff grass. He heard foot steps crunching within the grass, walking over to him. But there was no urgency in the sound. It was as if they were casually walking towards their pray to get a better look at the target.
The girl stopped in front of Zachery, a smile playing on her face. “You broke your promise… so now it’s only fair for me to play with you until you break.” She said. A spine tingling laugh came from her. The world went dark, but he did not loose consciousness. He could still feel the hard ground underneath him, but he could not feel the prickling sensation of the golden grasses.
He sat up in this darkness, no sound could be heard, and no scenery could be seen, no taste to be tasted as there was nothing to feel other than the hard floor he lay on. He stood up and looked up above him, large shadows of a dark sky cast upon this dark world. “Creoso, mellonamin [Welcome, my friend]” Zachery whispered to the night sky. Relieved it was not raining or cloudy, so he could see the night sky. But there was no moon, or any surroundings.
Swift paws smacked against the ground, rumbling in the distance as a pack of animal run together. But the sound of ground breaking was hard not to notice. Zachery turned to the sound, expecting Cerberus or the sort to be running his way. But instead, saw the corpse of his dearest, a pack of mutated white wolves coming towards them. “Maya!” Zachery shouted out as the wolves came closer. All of them panting, growling, desiring to eat. He ran forward, still damp and wet from his previous events. He grabbed Maya’s wrist, trying to pull her away. But she did not move. Her blue eyes watching him as her golden locks lay against her shoulders in a curly mess, wearing a long white dress. “Maya! We must leave!” Zachery said quickly, pulling for her to come. His human lover did not budge.
However, without warning, she grabbed him by the throat and wrapped her arm around his arms and chest, quickly binding him still. The wolves were only few yard away. Zachery stare in bewilderment as he was almost literally offered to the wolves by his own lover… his only lover. “Lle wethrine, amin A'maelamin Maya! [You betrayed me, my beloved Maya!]” He exclaimed as the wolves lunged forward. They tore into his skin, biting down on his limps and trying to eat him whole. A cry of pain erupted from him and echoed across the dark plains. “Such a serious young man.. You know, I heard your face freezes if you aren’t emotional enough. Oops! Too late!” Dante laughed as he motioned the wolves off, leaving a severely bleeding Zachery on the floor, hazy eyed and unable to move. The scenery began to become clearer, they were in a large forest, the night sky was not even real. It faded away in a delusional smoke, leaving the poison clouded sky above in its unnatural ways.
Dante started whistling a happy tune, walking around Zachery and grabbing on of his feet, not caring that he had basicly dug his claws into his wound, then started to drag him off as he whistled. Zachery cried out, begging him to let go, the pain felt so real and it was unbearable. Each tug on his leg sending spiking flames of pain up his leg.
They came into a clearing, deprived of grass and trees, a glass coffin lay in the middle on the dirt ground, just big enough for Zachery’s size. There were five perfectly cut slits in the top of the lid, was it for breathing? No.. that wasn’t it.. There were swords stuck in the ground to the side of the coffin. What were they planning? Maya walked behind them, almost like a zombie, just tagging along and doing as said. Dante dropped Zachery’s leg as soon as he was close enough to the coffin, then opened the lid, the bottom was lined with salt and liquid poison. “Doesn’t this look like fun?” Dante cooed, having a bit of fun trying to torture Zachery, though, he didn’t know his exact weaknesses. He was just taking in some of the information from his thoughts.
He poured a bit more liquid in it, just enough so that it was a few inches deep. That should burn his wounds nicely! Dante smirked and easily lifted the writhing Zachery by the back of the shirt. “Have fun drowning in your own blood and poison, because you know, naught it been for you, perhaps your sisters could have lived. Now you are cursed with me!” He cackled, throwing Zachery in the coffin and closing the top, locking it tightly. He let out a shrill scream as his open flesh came in contact with the liquid, it burning his skin thoroughly, smoke rising from his wounds and leaking out of the glass coffin.
“TANYA! TANYA!!!” Zachery screamed out in his own language, yelling for it to stop and he weakly pounded at the glass to get out. His blood seeping from his wounds, but, from the poison, it did not turn red. The white liquid gushing from him and rising. He writhing and squirmed, the pain unbearable. “TUA AMIN!! [Help me!]” He screamed, the pain to real. It was as if he was stuck in his dreamscape, the torment more real than he could possibly imagine. With each plea for help, a dead villager would come by the edges of the trees to watch like ghosts.
Dante grinned as he stood next to the glass coffin, his hand on top of the handle of a sword. “You’re breaking my heart, really.” he said a bit sarcastically, taking the sword from it’s place in the ground. “Now now, hold still or this will hurt a lot more. He raised it, aligning it with the middle hole above Zachery’s stomach, the thrusted it down. A scream of pain shot up from Zachery as he arched his back, the pain tightening his muscles until he was panting and unable to plead out any more. Dante grinned, seeing that he was breaking easily, his head turned, looking at his lover, silently crying for her. “No one can help you now.” He said, shoving another sword into the coffin, and again, Zachery cried out.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 16, 2009 0:24:06 GMT -5
Hours have past and Daemon was done repairing part of the room, he was tired and needed some sleep, off he went. His room didnt change from when he left it and made it easy to sleep.
__________ Daemon walked through blood stained woods but not of Purgatory. Cadavers surrounded him of clans he didn't even know of. A man ran towards him, bloodstained and body mutated. Daemon tried to have a hold of him but when he did the man fell to the ground, muttering one word: Dante.
Who was this Dante? Was all entered Daemon's mind.
He pulled out his sword, made out of rare black metal and a dragon seemed to sliver through the sword, being its body and its support. The head lay as the handle.
Daemon himself, wore his Winged Warrior armor; his black helmet, almost like those Venician masks and his armor filled with engravings and all sort of design. A new stern look was upon his face as he sprouted wings and took off to find this 'Dante.'
But someone else found him first: Celine, Daemon's demon huntress of a cousin.
Celine used to be the weird one; she used to be called crazy and fat but in realty she lived her human life as a demon possesed girl. Eventually she died and became an apprentice of a King who had an obsession on killing demons. He taught her on how to control the demon in her and eventually she grew stronger and stronger hunting demons in her way.
Celine saw the demon drowning Zach and did what she usually would do, break the glass. She shot an arrow which broke the glass....
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Post by Geinkotsu on Nov 16, 2009 0:48:57 GMT -5
The glass shattered, letting the white blood and dark poisons quickly seep out, pooling across the hard dirt. Zachery gasped out as Dante took his sword back, glaring at the two new comers. “You know. It’s one thing to enter another’s dream. But what’s worse is trying to save them from their fucked up dream.” The demon said, twirling the sword in hand. He smirked and stood near the writhing Zachery. “People just can’t help but ruin my fun. It’s always the same. You’re not going to take my toy away from me like those bastards did with Kure.” Dante growled, showing his sharp teeth. His angry red eyes glaring at them with murderous intent.
Zachery was shaking, smoke lifting from his body from the poisons that seeped across his skin. His eyes seemingly glazed over as a red blush crept over the bridge of his nose and cheeks. Signaling a fever. Maya stared up at Daemon and Celine, almost like zombie. Dante smiled sadistically, “Welcome acquaintances of Zachery Zaphener, to a world of fears and nightmares! I am Dante, your ever so evil host!” He laughed as a bunch of half dead, mangled and torn people came from the trees as Dante signaled for them. All of them gruesome and looked freshly killed and brought back to life. He smiled faded and he turned to Zachery as the kin of Zachery all attacked Daemon and Celine, using their different powers to attack with elemental, physical, and mental attacks, obeying Dante.
As they distracted them, Dante grabbed Zachery’s arm, pulling him up over his shoulder and running of into the forest, disappearing into the dark dead trees.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 18, 2009 0:00:46 GMT -5
Celine flew after Dante ignoring determined to retrieve Zachery.... and as she did she turned into Adrianna, another demoness but the strongest seen in her parts of hell.
"Dante get your fucking ass here! HES MY PLAY TOY!" She said, flicking him off.
When she was close to him, she tackled him to the ground and tore Zachery from Dante's grip bringing him as fast as she could away from Dante.
Daemon watched in disgust, as he turned the zombies fighting him into pink power-puff bunnies with lasers under his control. Why did he have to summon Adrianna into his dream? Thats when he remembered, she always was in his dreams.
"Attack?" he said, slightly giggling. It was clear to him that it was a dream.
The bunnies did as commander (with a theme song too), they dove at Adrianna, in turn she dropped Zachery all the way down. Daemon teleported to the spot and caught the boy.
"Hey kiddo! Crappy dream you have here," he paused, "you really should learn to make these sorta things into fun."
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Post by Geinkotsu on Nov 18, 2009 0:28:07 GMT -5
Zachery glared at Daemon, panting with ragged breaths. “Fuck… you…” he breathed. If he had the strength to do anything, he would have loved to set Daemon on fire for that comment. All he could do now was scowl, glare, and be pissed off as he was passed around like some rag doll.
Dante started to laugh. “You are wrong my beautiful and handsome friends!! I am here in the flesh and Zachery is my play thing for the rest of his life!!” Cracking sounds came from him, bones and tissue shifting in his human form. His tail slithered around and whipped at the bunnies, cutting them in half and turning the ground into pools of crimson. Dante grinned widely, teeth shifting and rowing each other like a sharks. Within moments he had shed his human form and was a large demon. He had large claws and gray skin, hooves and long silver hair with blazing red eyes. His skin was scarred and full of symbols, the scar that was only once thin across his left eye was an intricate marking with a pentagram at the end. He only looked barely human, monstrous tail and claws twitching at his yearning for blood.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 18, 2009 0:43:11 GMT -5
Daemon just couldn't help but laugh, he was literally laughing his ass off. Sure Dante could be real in real life but this is a dream and you cannot hurt anyone physically (only mentally) through dreams; it was proven fact.
Daemon turned his dead bunnies into cotton candy and shoved it into Zach's mouth, eating some himself. "Very good cotton candy," he said, as he kept walking away.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Nov 18, 2009 0:55:18 GMT -5
Zachery coughed, spitting the cotton candy out. “Are you fucking mad!?” He shouted, trying to shove Daemon away and get out of his hands. “Your only making things worse!!” Zachery struggled and writhed, trying to break free of Daemon’s grasp. “Mankoi naa lle sinome!? Enasta llea kella! [Why are you here!? Let me go!]”
Dante snarled and jumped up from the ground and into the trees, jumping from branch to branch and following Daemon and Zachery for his toy.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 18, 2009 1:00:00 GMT -5
Daemon let Zachery go, "I have no idea why I am here, all I know is I am not really here. I am here as a dream form. Look at this," he said as he turned his arm into chocolate and took a bite out of it, then turned it back to normal.
"Apparently, I have some dream entering ability, and what the fuck is up with your dream?"
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Adrianna recovered flew over Dante's behind and kicked him hard, "hes my toy."
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Post by Geinkotsu on Nov 18, 2009 1:12:36 GMT -5
Zachery sat on the ground, panting and gasping, trying to regain his breath before answering. “I.. don’t know..” He replied and stared up at Daemon. “I don’t have control over them Mr. Sunshine.” He said sarcastically. And, what he said was true. Dante was the one in control of his dreams, and it wasn’t helping with these two lunatics trying to ‘help’.
Dante skidded back, grabbing the branch before he could fall to the ground. He smirked, showing his sharp needle like teeth. He quickly grabbed hold of her leg, opening his mouth, the skin tearing in jagged way as he opened it further. Rows and rows of teeth lay in his mouth, like a shark with no limit to teeth. Dante twisted her foot, then bit down as hard as he could on her leg.
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