Post by sacredrapture on Feb 27, 2009 2:22:10 GMT -5
He reached the double doors of the hotel. It said The Admiral Hotel in faded letters on the awning and also in tarnished brass letters on the facade.
He didnt like the hotel, but it would do for now. He turned around, and saw Fiona in the distance.
He entered, and saw the concierge. 'Hmm. first dead soul i saw all day. Id like a room.. No, a floor. Dedicated to me. The penthouse will do nicely. Do not allow anyone else onto that floor. Do you understand?' He told the concierge, who had a blank look on his face. The concierge nodded.
Myzrael then strode to the elevator, pressed the button to call it, and went up as soon as the door opened.
The elevator rose, and within a minute or so Myzrael reached the penthouse. There was a lone door here, and it was locked. 'No matter' Myzrael thought. He blew the door off its hinges with a deafening crash, and as soon as he passed the threshold, the door started reforming.
He noticed the bed was laid in. Someone was here. No matter. He closed his eyes for a second.
When he opened them, they glowed with energy. Glowing glyphs surrounded his body, and the room shook.
Crystals started erupting in the crevices of the room, multi-colored stalactites and stalagmites formed randomly everywhere he looked. He pointed at the door, and a crystal wall materialized there, blocking anyone from entering.
A white crystal emerged from the floor, larger than everything else, and opened up. Myzrael entered it, and was swiftly swept into the oblivion of sleep.
~*~
Voices. Ever expanding, widening voices. They are angry, they are pitiful. They are present. The scream of his human lovers, as they were burned.
Absolution was never so blatantly sadistic.
The feathers, the white, golden, blue, red feathers were everywhere. It was a slaughter.
His progeny executed.
And he was burned. And cast out.
~*~
He didnt like the hotel, but it would do for now. He turned around, and saw Fiona in the distance.
He entered, and saw the concierge. 'Hmm. first dead soul i saw all day. Id like a room.. No, a floor. Dedicated to me. The penthouse will do nicely. Do not allow anyone else onto that floor. Do you understand?' He told the concierge, who had a blank look on his face. The concierge nodded.
Myzrael then strode to the elevator, pressed the button to call it, and went up as soon as the door opened.
The elevator rose, and within a minute or so Myzrael reached the penthouse. There was a lone door here, and it was locked. 'No matter' Myzrael thought. He blew the door off its hinges with a deafening crash, and as soon as he passed the threshold, the door started reforming.
He noticed the bed was laid in. Someone was here. No matter. He closed his eyes for a second.
When he opened them, they glowed with energy. Glowing glyphs surrounded his body, and the room shook.
Crystals started erupting in the crevices of the room, multi-colored stalactites and stalagmites formed randomly everywhere he looked. He pointed at the door, and a crystal wall materialized there, blocking anyone from entering.
A white crystal emerged from the floor, larger than everything else, and opened up. Myzrael entered it, and was swiftly swept into the oblivion of sleep.
~*~
Voices. Ever expanding, widening voices. They are angry, they are pitiful. They are present. The scream of his human lovers, as they were burned.
Absolution was never so blatantly sadistic.
The feathers, the white, golden, blue, red feathers were everywhere. It was a slaughter.
His progeny executed.
And he was burned. And cast out.
~*~