|
Post by wingedwarrior on May 19, 2009 5:14:34 GMT -5
Daemon grins. "We are quite different then I thought. You see when there are no commands I do as I please, kill only when have to. But when the brothers give orders, I have to follow and if not---punished. Thats how I ended up here. I disobeyed to kill someone dear to me. And yes, I agree, thats in the past. What is done cannot be undone. Johnny what I am going through now, I warn you. It is different from usual. Beware of me."
|
|
|
Post by citizenmike on May 19, 2009 8:46:08 GMT -5
Johnny looked away from Daemon and said, "I'll try to.", somewhat casually.
Staring into the fading night, Johnny saw a shadow motion past them. Turning his head his way, he said, "Hey kid, did you see that?"
|
|
|
Post by Trace on May 19, 2009 13:01:30 GMT -5
Trace sat in his shadowed room, alone, just himself and his thoughts. the voice hadn't been too talky since that moment. It saw what Trace saw, and it had recognised something, something that it couldn't stop.
"How long has it been?" Trace spoke out loud. Nobody could hear him down here, there were no doors or windows, and sound couldn't travel outwards. It was a twisted home, but he had created it after he realised there was no point escaping this place just yet. Trace's thoughts were broken by a familiar feeling.
"They're here? So what I saw was true. Time down here does move differently to up there. Minutes up there is the equilavent of decades down in this place. I must observe this, and make my presence known when it is time."
|
|
|
Post by citizenmike on May 19, 2009 14:24:05 GMT -5
Animus: All it saw was the man and younger standing outside the room. Their were waiting, and so was he. The only difference was that it was crucial he waited for them. Wasting no more time he walked past them and quickly ascended the flight of stairs that led to the higher level rooms.
|
|
|
Post by wingedwarrior on May 19, 2009 19:42:13 GMT -5
What Daemon did not see was the figure Johnny did, instead, he heard voices it produced. Voices not like the ones he hears, but voices of chanting, voices that spoke softly, wordy but in a language not known to human. It was definitely, without a doubt demonic. The voices of deceitfulness and of twisted evil.
A side of Daemon wanted to help Johnny by telling him what he had discovered, that they were dealing with a force from hell or something near that (Purgatory perhaps). But this became consumed by his 'state', like everything else in him. He liked that evil force, it fed him energy to manipulate and to add on to the other energy forces he had ate. Why was he a feeding machine of any energy? It disturbed him really, but it was his attitude that really disturbed him. Was he skit-so? Moments ago he was normal and now he seems like an evil pretentious reaper.
"No, I saw nothing," Daemon said bluntly.
In him everything was growing, he could feel more power surge in him. He like Animus, it made him feel so powerful that the voices have even refrained from talk. Did he fear him? Or was something happening to them. He didn't really care, they served as a conscious, nothing more, he thought.
What am I thinking? This not me, I-
"Johnny, lets leave. No good will come from staying here."
What are you saying boy? Don't you realize the immense power and the great feel it will give you if you stay. Don't yea' think about leaving boy. Don't and if you do, go to the Church. A voice said, but it wasn't the rasping witch.
Honestly, he sounded like a croaking toad. Daemon from this point called the voice Toditious.
Daemon did not know what to say, he just wanted to leave.
"Johnny, lets leave, now!" Daemon said, his head pulsing and a terrible migraine soon to arrive.
|
|
|
Post by citizenmike on May 20, 2009 5:55:01 GMT -5
Johnny kept his eye on the figure as it disappeared in the second floor.
"Johnny, lets leave, now!"
Johnny ran towards the stair way, saying, "Let's go, kid."
|
|
|
Post by wingedwarrior on May 20, 2009 6:12:24 GMT -5
The pulsing worsened with the word 'kid.' He didn't need that today and should've been used to it by now, being called 'kid,' 'child,' or any synonym of it. Everything around him had a scent of manipulation and sin---the scent so pungent that he barely could breath and wondered for a moment why Johnny could. Did it only effect him? He believe so. As they escalated up the stairs, he started to hyperventilate---every step was a hastle.
Kill him- the human. Kill him, he is no good boy. He will drag you down, kill him when I say so. Eventually, I wont even have to utter a word-for you are the yek to the dekcolnu egassap of the Enodegniw Toditous said.
Daemon felt swept over, glowering at Johnny thinking and plotting, while on the ground, faint.
|
|
|
Post by citizenmike on May 20, 2009 6:19:19 GMT -5
Johnny looked back to find Daemon lying on the ground. Johnny rushed up to him, tapping him on the cheek, he asks, "Kid, are you ok?"
|
|
|
Post by wingedwarrior on May 20, 2009 6:31:08 GMT -5
It was Daemon's chance to finish Johnny. Heck he was given many chances to stay the !$% out of Johnny, but he knew that it wasn't the right time to kill him, he just had a gut instinct for these things. He had to try to act himself, if 'himself,' even existed. Daemon did not feel that his name was appropriate for his condition---Demon felt more suitable. After all, he knew that he was up for something, he knew that the voice that belonged to his had been fading away. Now, he needed to compose himself, breathe and keep moving till the Church.
He chanted a spell of a sort to himself, a spell that would help control the energy's scent. He was now calm and able to breathe. But his eyes changed to a deeper red.
"Yeah, I am fine Johnny. We better go faster."
|
|
|
Post by Trace on May 20, 2009 7:07:00 GMT -5
"This is it" Trace said to himself. His time in this hellhole of a dimension hadn't made him any less alert, and he had gained more control over his powers than he had the last time he had met. With a single motion the shadowed room engulfed Trace, and he made his move.
---------
Trace appeared from a shadow in the floor in front of them. They looked exactly the same as they had before he had vanished, but then, so did Trace, and he had been in this world for longer than he care to think about. Trace grinned at Johnny, but it was different this time. Trace looked less like his old self. A new seriousness had taken over his expression.
"Hello old friend, it's been a while."
|
|
|
Post by citizenmike on May 20, 2009 7:09:16 GMT -5
Johnny rose up and faced Trace as he replied, somewhat sarcastically, "Sure has."
|
|
|
Post by Trace on May 20, 2009 7:12:46 GMT -5
Trace recognised the sarcasm in Johnny's voice, and let out a small chuckle.
"Of course, it's been what, a couple of minutes or hours since you last saw me. But I've been down here, in the dark gritty underside of the city for nigh on a hundred years."
|
|
|
Post by citizenmike on May 20, 2009 7:16:58 GMT -5
Johnny lit a cigarette before he asked, "So has anything happened during those hundred years? Maybe something you'd like to share? Or is that something for us to find out?"
|
|
|
Post by wingedwarrior on May 20, 2009 7:19:25 GMT -5
Daemon could hear Trace's voice clearly. He sensed a new vibe coming from him, different from before. He knew he had to be aware, well, that wasn't new, he was always aware and cautious. The vibe coming from Trace gave him a good feeling, he liked the energy he was producing. It was compatible to the one he had been feeding on. Daemon couldn't help but smirk, he knew that Trace would be an encumbrance, yet his presence made him happy because he liked this new Trace, this possibly even more powerful Trace.
He felt a sudden stabbing feeling on his chest. He looked down. It was his pendant that helped moderate energy and his demeanor, it had cracked.
|
|
|
Post by Trace on May 20, 2009 7:21:52 GMT -5
"I've seen everything Johnny. The past, the future. But none of it matters if we dont escape this place. We're not in Animus any more, or rather, we are, but not the Animus you know. This place is more like the rotting corpse on what Animus would have become if it had not gained a guiding influence. There are creatures, or rather demons, around here that we do not want to run into."
|
|