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The Bel Telal Of Heruin. That Was The Title. It Any Language It Meant Guardian. You Couldn't Really Call It A Job Because Something That Commanded The Level Of Responsibility It Did Couldn't Be “Work”. It Had To Be An Ethic, A Personality Trait, A Part Of You. Whether He Wanted To Admit It Or Not It Had Always Been A Part Of Him. At First It Was Something Altruistic And Naive, The Adolescent Ideal Of Someone Who Hadn't Actually Experienced Enough Of The World Or – Well, Anything Really. And All The Combative Training, All The Strategic Information, Countless Hours Spent Learning Things That Didn't Even Have A Place In A Physical World Couldn't Clue A Person In To The Actual 'Experience' Of Living. But Once You Live Long Enough You Slowly Start To Catch On.He Could Remember The First Life He'd Ever Taken. Details And Information That Never Even Entered A Natural Mind Were There, Taking Residence In His. What The Man He'd Killed Felt, What His Last Thought Was, Every Sensation As He Pulled The Essence From Him. He Remembered What It Felt Like To End A Life, To Take The Energy Of It For Himself. It Was Something He Couldn't Really Put Into Words Even Now. Beautifully Ugly, Tragically Wonderful, Contradictions Abound In The True Sensation Of It All. And After That First Time, Like A Person Might Adapt To The Daily Routine Of Eating He Adapted To Stripping Life.In The Past He Had Served To Protect His Home, And Those He Took The Lives Of Had Left No Other Alternative. Most Of The Time He Had Just Claimed Energy From The World Itself (After All His Mother Had Fashioned It). The Energy Was There, It Was Alive, And He Wasn't A Murderer.But Another Clue The Passing Of Time Made You Aware Of... Things Change.
Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 2:25 am
Revenge is the act of passion.
Vengeance is an act of justice.
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”How many guarding?”A Soft Northern Breeze Carried Sand Across The Low, Wind-Swepped Area Where He Spoke With 2 Of His Elites. The Specialty Sect Of The Protectorate And His Personal Command, They Lead Any Engagement He Took Direct Part In. Their Specific Purpose Was To Seek And If Need Be, Destroy. But The Order He'd Given Them Back When Their Section First Arrived Was To Survey Heruin, And Report. Most Of The Time They Came Back To Tell That Nothing Had Been Found. The Odd Set Of Nomads Who Were Always Traveling, An Oasis Here And There, But Never Anything To He Needed To See For Himself.”Twenty two on the outer rim, commander. Patrols of two and three walking the lines in half hour passes. Nine personal guards inside the main dwelling. There isn't any fortification other than the guards.”A Week Or So Ago A Scout Returned To The Main Encampment Of His Forces In The Center Of Heruin, Reporting A Slaver Camp Had Been Found. Through Gathered Information Valorius Knew They Had Been A Small Group Of Slave Traders That Had Made Quite A Bit Of Money Off The Current Situation In Aleris. In A Near Desolated World No One Would Notice A Few Widows And Wandering Children Missing (Especially Not In A Scorched Land Like The Desert Continent). There Were Always Those With Wealth, Those Who Would Have Needs To See To And A World To Buy And Sell. Hands Were Needed To See To Those Needs And To Rebuild The Fallen Land. Slaves Were Cheap, And They Were Expendable. From A Morally Vacant Business Perspective It Made Logical Sense, But That Was A Perspective He Didn't Care For.”And the traders..what did we know about them?”Getting Rid Of A Couple Dozen Hired Swords And Bows Wouldn't Eliminate The Problem. Those Paying For It All Would Need To Be Handled, And Then There Wouldn't Be Any Chance Of The Camp Resurfacing. It Was A Task The Elites Were More Than Capable Of Handling On Their Own. Eliminate The Slavers, Kill The Guards That Resist, Return The Slaves Themselves To The Closest Encampment That Can Take Them In. It Was Efficient And Would Solve The Problem Quickly. And Yet For Some Reason He Had To Go. Something Inside Him Told Him It Was A Task He Had To Do. Only This Time It Wasn't Some Inescapable Sense Of Obligation. This Time He Wanted To Be There.”Five in total. A father and his two sons command the encampment, and two associates who handle acquisition and transportation.”The Young Man Nodded, Looking Over The Dunes As He Thought Quietly For A Moment. Another Single Nod Came, Offered To Whatever Result His Mind Must Have Come To. ”Than we travel there tomorrow night. The wind will be steadier then. You will remove the patrols and then I will move to the main building. No one leaves it before I see them for myself. Ready yourselves and tell the others to do the same. I want fifteen prepared to breach by first-dark tomorrow, ten elites and five soldiers. Aller.”The Accent Of His French Was Quite Natural. For Some Nostalgic Sense Of Tradition He'd Always Used The Terminology With The Elites. The Masked Guard Nodded Their Head While The One Standing Beside Them Did The Same, Then The 2 Headed Back In The Direction Of The Main Protectorate Fort. He Stood By Himself For A Few Minutes And Found Himself Dwelling On The Information. Slavers; He'd Always Known Of Them But They Weren't Something One Ever Really Saw In His World. His Family Had A VERY Specific Notion Towards Forced Servitude. A Notion That No One Ever Seemed To Want To Experience. But Here There Weren't Such Regulations. Here Things Like That Could Happen. He Should Have Been Handling It The Same Way He Always Did. Objectively.So Why Didn't He 'Feel' Objective? Why Did He Feel A Bit Angry About It All? What Made This Any Different Than A Dozen Or So Other Night Missions He'd Taken On? The Slaves Themselves Maybe? Or It Could Have Been The Need To Take Down The Ones Responsible. But If It Was A Need, Like The 'Need' For Order That He'd Had In The Past – Why Did It Feel So Strange, So Hateful.
Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 2:27 am
Revenge is the act of passion.
Vengeance is an act of justice.
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When The Time For The Raid Came His Elites Were Prepared Exactly As He Commanded. They Approached The Camp As If Following The Spreading Darkness, Their Black Attire The Perfect Camouflage For A Night Incursion. Night Had Settled As They Surrounded The Camp, And A Wide Berth Had Been Given Around It So As To Avoid Line Of Sight. Now That He Had Been Shown Where The Threat Was, He Could 'See' His Enemy For What They Were. Even With Dunes Between Himself And The Encampment, His Sight Went Beyond The Sand. Inanimate Things Were Darker, Dimmer, And Thriving Energy Always Appeared Brighter. Luminescent Figures Moved In The Distance, Each One Giving Off A Specific Signature. Like Shades Could Effect The Hue Light So Too Did The Nature Of Living Energy Effect How It Appeared. When You Killed, Residual Energy Of Those Who Died Clung To You For All Time While The Main Source Drifted To Its Final Destination. Over Time You Learn To Spot Who Is Carrying Traces Of Essence From A Lamb They Killed And Ate Yesterday, And Who Is Coated In The Life Of A Dozen Enemies. Without Physically Seeing, He 'Saw' The Patrolling Guards And Their Employers, Surrounded By Essences That While Not As Stained By Death Were Every Bit As Sinister, Every Bit As Weak.”When I signal, close in around the encampment. Draw to the center as one and remain unseen as long as the terrain allows. If you have the opportunity to remove a patrol than take it. Sooner or later they will know they are under attack but by then they will have clustered into the camp and attempted to dig their heels in...”Narrowing His Eyes A Bit, The Yellow Glow Of Them Slowly Intensified As He Stared Directly Towards The Camp. Where Was This New Sense Of Wrath Coming From? And Why Didn't It Bother Him?”Kill as many as you can until they reach the main hold, if they make it that far..let them run inside.”The Guard Tilted Their Head Slightly But Didn't Even Consider Questioning The Order. A Nod Was Given As The Elite Returned To Their Post Along The Back Of One Of The Dunes. Valorius Himself Stood Behind A Lower Sand Hill, His Right Hand Drawing Down The Brim Of His Hat As He Watched And Waited. Every Bit Of Training, Every Lesson That Had Been Driven Into His Memory Fashioned A 'Difference Engine' For War. When Every Bit Of Information Lined Up As Needed, His Left Hand Came Up And Gave A Flash That Was Just Bright Enough For His Elites To Notice Yet Not Shine Beyond The Dunes. All At Once They Closed In, Staying So Low To The Sand One Might Think Them Four Legged As Their Torsos Nearly Brushed The Ground. It Was Also So Quiet In Those Brief Moments, The Calm Before The Storm. Thrown Daggers Of The Elite Made No Sound, Neither Did The Crossbow Fire From The 5 Accompanying Soldiers As He Watched The Living Lights Fade One By One. The Elites Managed To Claim 6 And The Soldiers 4 Before The First Shout Of An Enemy Patrol Filled The Night. Suddenly The Camp Was A Churning Nebula, Lights Moving Quickly In All Directions As The Assailants Closed In From Multiple Directions. Another 3 Enemies Were Taken Down As The Camp Guards Moved Further And Further Towards The Center. It Was Then He Finally Came Walking Up Over The Hill, His Hands Tucked Into The Pockets Of His Black Duster.
Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 2:29 am
Revenge is the act of passion.
Vengeance is an act of justice.
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Once He Entered The Camp His Troops Were Already Waiting, Standing Before The Main Building As The Sound Of Shouting Could Be Heard Inside. There Was No Need To Count How Many Had Been Killed Before They Made It This Far. 18 Had Been Brought Down Before Entering The Only Solid Building The Camp Possessed. That Left 13 Guards Inside, Surrounding The 5 Owners Of It (As Well As A Dozen Or So Lesser Essences Whom He Felt Could Only Be Slaves). But If 12 Slaves Had Managed To Make It Inside, Why Were There Still Cage-Wagons Full Of Slaves? In The End It Made Little Difference As He Walked Just Passed The Elites And Eyed The Locked Front Entrance. It Was A Poor Decision On The Slavers Part, To Have A Building With Only 1 Way In And 1 Way Out.”When the doors open, do nothing until I say.”The Typical Nod From His Guard Followed As The Prince Moved Forward And Paused Just In Front Of The Door. No Doubt As Soon As It Opened There Would Be A Launch Of Arrows And Whatever Else They Had Inside To Defend Themselves, This Was A Last Stand After All. But The Men Holding The Weapons Were Afraid, The Way Their Energy Pulsed It Made The Fear Obvious To Spot. So He Called Out To Them”In a moment these doors will open, whether YOU open them or not! You will send arrows, you will band together and try to keep us out! We have killed eighteen of you and you have yet to even see us! Now, you have nowhere to go! Every one of you defending these people will die where you stand and I will leave your bodies to burn under the sun! You have ten seconds to make way so we can speak directly..or the choice will be made for you!”Of Those 10 Seconds It Only Took 6 For The Doors To Be Pushed Open. A Guard Stood On Either Side Of The Doorway With Crossbows Raised. The Fact That 2 Arrows Were Aimed At His Head From 3ft Away Didn't Seem To Bother Him As He Made His Way Forward. The Remaining Guards Circled The 5 Owners While A Dozen Women Were Crouched Down Along The Wall To The Far Left. A Look Was Sent To The Fearful Servants. Obviously He Was Looking At A Harem, The Youngest Of The Girls Perhaps 13 Or So. That Anger In Him Was Steadily Growing, And The More It Did -- The More He Indulged It. He Had Been Ready To Say Something, To Make Them Understand Why This Was All Happening, Until His Eyes Caught Sight Of Someone Oddly Familiar. It Was A Face That He Didn't Immediately Recognize, And Yet It Still Brought Memories To Him. Only The Memories Weren't His (At Least Not Directly). The Mental Images Came With A Series Of Feelings. Shame, Anger, Confusion, And It Was The Face Of 1 Of The Owners That Seemed To Beget What He Was Feeling. It Came In Waves Through His Conscious, And To The Anger That Already Brewed There It Was Like Pouring Pitch Over A Growing Fire.The Way The Images Came To His Mind, The Manner In Which They Filled His Thoughts, He Knew Where It Was All Coming From. Only One Thing Could Trigger Such An Effect, And That Was The Shared Bond Between Ameerah And Himself. He Saw It Through Her Eyes, Being Stripped Naked And Locked In A Room. Heard The Voices She Heard As They Talked Outside Her Door About How Valuable She Would Be. The Feeling Of Abandonment As No One Came. And In The End It Took A Stranger Who Had At Least Some Sense Of Morality To Save Her From Her Prison.All At Once He Knew The Face, Knew Why It Brought Out The Memory. And Even Though The Pain Hadn't Been His – He Felt It Tangibly. That Pain Brought Out Another Thing He'd Never Really Experienced, Something Contrary To The Adolescent Altruism He'd Had All Those Years Ago.Rage.Standing Just Beyond The Doorway His Hands Began To Tremble As He Stared With Wide Eyes At The Man. A Look Of Intense Seethe Filled His Gaze. Crossbows Shook Nervously In The Hands That Held Them – And They Were Only A Few Feet Away On Either Side. Suddenly, Without Warning, His Radiant Left Hand Opened And A Blade Soon Dropped Down From The Palm Along With 2 Feet Of A Handle. Instinctively The 2 Bowmen Pulled Their Triggers. He Only Need To Read Their Energies To Have Known It Was Coming, Which Is Why He Leaned Back At The Same Time The Catches Released. 2 Arrows Passed One Another Inches From His Throat As They Pierced The Faces Of Each Guard. Their Bodies Fell Immediately, And The Crouching Women Shrieked. Never Did His Eyes Leave The Face Of The Eldest Son. Even As He Dodged, He Stared With A Hateful Focus Into The Man. With The Bowmen Dead He Began Walking Forward And Spoke, His Tone Cold But Commanding.”Close the doors, let nothing out.”The Last Thing His Elites Saw Was The Back Of Their Commander As He Walked Towards The Clustered Group, A War Scythe Fully Emerging From His Left Arm As If Kept There All Along. And Then The Doors Closed Tight.
Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 2:30 am
Revenge is the act of passion.
Vengeance is an act of justice.
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At First There Were A Series Of Screams, A Chorus Of Yelling And Shouting. Between Shouts (And Even During), The Sound Of Air Being Cut And The Pounding Of The Walls Was Heard. Occasionally The Door Would Rattle But It Never Lasted Long. Wet Splashes Followed Each Yell As Male And Female Cries Of Pain And Fear Echoed From Within. But As Minutes Passed The Male Shouts Became Less And Less Until The Only Male Voices Were Those Pleading For Their Lives. A Cutting Of The Air, Another Voice Gone. Another Cut Of Air, Another Wet Splash And Yet Another Voice Silenced.The Doors Came Flying Open Harshly Revealing The Prince, Coated In Blood With His Leg Lowering Back To The Ground. 3 Elites Were Thrown Back From The Force Of The Kick To The Doors, And Valorius Seemed Not To Notice As He Stepped Out. In His Opaque Left Hand He Held The Bloody Scythe, Pieces Of Flesh Clinging To Its Blade. In His Right Hand He Dragged Out The Oldest Son By His Dark Hair, The Man Shouting And Kicking As He Gripped At Valorius' Wrist. In His Wake The Father And Youngest Son Followed, Pleading Him To Stop With Every Step. A Few Of The Elites Looked Inside The Former Heart Of The Camp As Their Commander Moved Further Away. What They Saw Was Something That Had Never Been Left By The Man Who Took Them In. Absolute Carnage.Blood Was Everywhere. It Coated The Floor, Painted The Walls, Even Dripped From The Ceiling . There Were Limbs And Partial Bodies Scattered All Around, Entrails Hanging From A Dozen Different Places. The Crouching Women Weren't Screaming Anymore. They Were Silent. A Few Rocked Back And Forth While Others Tried So Hard To Become A Part Of The Building Itself, Wanting To Disappear With How Closely They Pulled Against The Wood. The Girls Too Were Bathed In Crimson, One Of The Older Females Had A Severed Arm Laying Across Her Legs – An Arm She Could Only Stare Wide Eyed At, Her Entire Body Frozen By The Horror Of What She'd Seen. 2 Of The Camp Owners, The Acquirer And The Transporter, Were In The Very Rear. A Sword Rammed Through The Throat Of One, Nailing Him To The Wall 2ft Off The Ground. The Other Had His Stomach Gashed Open And Had Collapsed On The Center Table Sending The Contents Spilling Over The Surface. 2 Of The 5 Unmasked Soldiers Heaved And Vomited Almost Immediately, 1 Right After The Other. But The Elites Stood Silently – Ever Silently. Whether Common Or Not Valorius Was Their Commander, He Saved Them, And They Would Never Question Him. However This Was Something None Of Them Had Known He Was Capable Of. Perhaps Even He Hadn't Known.
Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 2:33 am
Revenge is the act of passion.
Vengeance is an act of justice.
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He Walked At Least 50 Yards Away, Disappearing Over A Dune With The 3 He'd Left Alive. One Was Dragged Along And The Other 2 Followed On Foot. When They Were Out Of Sight Of The Camp Valorius Finally Stopped And Tossed The Man He Was Dragging Onto The Sand Before Him. Quickly The Father And Brother Circled Around, Moving As If To Crouch And Check On Their Kin.”Touch him and I will cut off your FUCKING hands and feed them to you!”Instantly They Stopped And Took Steps Back.”P..please! Do not do this! I have done NOTHING to you!”Silence.”My brother is a good man! Sir! He does not deserve this!”Silence Still.”My son is innocent...he only does as I have taught hi..”That Scythe In His Left Hand Moved Quite Fast, Fluid In Its Arch As It Came Up Across The Fathers Throat. A Gurgle, A Crimson Waterfall From Between Split Flesh, And Then The Body Fell Clutching Its Gaping Neck. Both Brothers Cried Out, Attention Turned Instantly To Their Now Dead Father.”Every sentient thing decides its own path. Just because you're taught the way doesn't mean that's the right way.””What do you WANT from US?! Anger Now Began To Rival Fear As The Youngest Son Clutched To His Dead Father. ”You have slaughtered people like they were cattle! What gives you the right to judge us?!” Valorius Rage Showed In His Eyes, It Dwarfed The Younger Human Mans In Its Ferocity. He Turned His Eyes Slowly To The Youngest Son And Almost Snarled Out His Response. ”The same thing that gives YOU the right to steal LIFE! I am MORE than you...you pathetic piece of sniveling SHIT! And you are too WEAK to STOP me!”Walking Forward The Scythe Was Drawn Back Into His Arm Through His Palm, Seeming To Become A Cloud Of Dust That Stretched From Where He Held It Until It Completely Disappeared Back Into His Limb. Both Sons Took Notice, But He Was Still Able To Bring His Boot To The Oldest Sons Chest And Pin Him To The Ground. As He Did, The Younger Brother (Given Courage By Hate) Pushed Hard Against The Ground And Came At Him.”I'LL KILL YOU!”That Jade Left Hand Shot Up Quickly And Snatched The Younger Brother By His Face. Beneath Valorius' Fingertips The Skin Began To Give Off What Looked Like Smoke, Only It Held A Green Hue. The Human Screamed As Each Fingertip Began To Break Down Simple Flesh With Pure Negative Energy. It Was Like Controlling A Muscle, Forcing Energy In Instead Of Drawing It Out. The Young Man Gripped And Clawed At The Leather Sleeve As He Screamed, And The Older Brother Began To Thrash.”Stop! STOP! Please don't HURT HIM! Whatever it is I've done..I swear on my FATHER I am SORRY! Just PLEASE don't hurt him anymore!”The 'Smoke' Stopped Coming And The Younger Man Calmed Before Being Tossed Back Onto The Sand, Clutching His Face. Valorius' Eyes Focused On The Man Below Him.”Do you want to know WHY this has happened to your family?! I will tell you. You...base organisms think yourselves above all law. Your own kind makes laws...you break them to suit your needs. The universe makes laws..you IGNORE them! If an entity breaks the law of its own people than it is the PEOPLE'S obligation to right the wrong. But when you ignore the natural law, the law of existence...there are CONSEQUENCES that your kind aren't CAPABLE of enforcing. The natural law...a greater organism preys on the lesser. But she..she was NOT lesser! She is greater...MUCH greater! In a universe where the two of you inhabit simultaneously...you do NOT EXIST! And yet..you took her. Y...you stripped her. You SPOKE of her as if she were one of YOU!”Valorius' Rage Came Through With Every Word And Turned More Fierce With Each Sentence. His Foot Pressed Harder To Punctuate The End Of Every Statement Until He Could Feel Ribs That Were Soon To Shatter, And That's Where He Held His Boot.”Wh..*cough*..who is SHE?””Someone who is BEYOND your species...BEYOND you! A girl who YOU saw fit to enslave! Look at me and REMEMBER!”There Was No Telepathic Exchange, No Forced Memories. It Only Took The Steady Gaze Of Wrath Above Him To Bring The Older Brothers Recollection. Perhaps The Eyes Were Similar, Or Perhaps The Universe Itself Wanted To Make Sure He Would Know The Cause Of What Was Happening. Suddenly, The Gasping Mans Eyes Went Wide In Realization.”Yes..remember. You can see her can't you? I know you can. The path we choose is our own. WE take responsibility for all we do! WE take RESPONSIBILITY for every WRONG DECISION! We accept the CONSEQUENCE of our CHOICES! And I AM the consequence you WILL accept!”He Stepped Just A Bit Harder Giving That Final Pressure That Snapped 4 Ribs And Punctured A Lung. It Wasn't A Mortal Wound, Just A Debilitating One. There Was A Shout As The Eldest Son Rolled To His Side And Took A Fetal Position, Coughing Blood Onto The Sand As Valorius Moved Toward The Younger Brother Who Still Cradled His Face In His Hands, Praying Softly To One Of The Aleris Gods.”You PRAY!?” His Right Hand Snatched The Younger Man By His Hair And Jerked Him Up To His Knees. From His Knees The Frightened Youth Sobbed. ”Lower your hands NOW!” Valorius Looked Down At The Man Who Hung His Head, And Reached Down With His Left Hand. The Slaver Flinched And Tried To Draw His Face Away But Found His Chin Snatched In A Vice Like Grip As He Was Forced To Look At His Attacker.”You...attack your own kind, turn them into unwilling servants to make a profit. You destroy families, you snuff out the final glimmer of hope in those who have already suffered more than they can bear..and now you beg GODS to help you? To protect you?! To FORGIVE YOU!? HOW DARE YOU PRAY!?” Bone Was Heard Beginning To Crack Slightly Under His Grip And The Younger Son's Sobbing Quieted, Giving Way To A Growing Yell Of Pain.”Leave him be! I am the one who WRONGED you. I am the one who did THIS. He has done nothing to you. If he has done wrong let the GODS judge him for it!”The Prince Looked Over His Shoulder To The Wounded Older Brother, Then Back Down To The Younger. Lowering His Head Slowly His Grip Tightened, And He Whispered Right In The Kneeling Mans Face.”The Gods won't help you. The world will not forgive you. And those you hoped to see again when you die will never be with you again. There is no hope for either of you...and I will make sure that the ROT you call your souls doesn't taint this life...or any life AFTER.””Th...that is something even YOU cannot take fro..”As The Eldest Man Spoke Words He Sounded So Sure Of, Valorius' Right Hand Drew His Pistol From Its Holster. The Hammer Was Cocked In The Same Fluid Motion And The Barrel Was Crammed In The Gaping Maw Of The Younger Brother As He Pulled The Trigger. The Gunshot Echoed In The Night Sending Blood, Brain, And A Bit Of Skull Spraying On The Sand.”NO! FASHIR! FASHIR! AHHHHHRGH!”As The Older Brother Shouted, Valorius Pulled The Essence From The Younger Mans Body Before It Had The Opportunity To Shuffle From Its Mortal Coil. Only The Prince Didn't Absorb It, Merely Drew It Out So That It Became A Surging Emerald Mass Held In His Hand. As The Last Bit Was Taken, The Older Man Had Used His Anger To Push To His Feet And Began To Saunter Towards Valorius. The Prince Cast The Dead Youth In The Sand And Aimed His Pistol Behind Him Without Turning, Firing The 2nd Round From The Over-Under Barrels. It Blew Out The Mans Knee In A Mist Of Ligament And Bone Forcing Him Back Down. As He Screamed, More Blood Poured From His Mouth Due To Aggravating His Punctured Lung.”AHHHHHHHRGH! FUUUUCK! You son of a BITCH! AHHHH! You will PAY! I SWEAR on the souls of my FAMILY you will PAY!”Valorius Holstered The Pistol Back In His Coat And Turned. Moving With Purpose To The Last Son Left Alive His Right Hand Reached Down And Snatched Him By The Throat. He Squeezed Enough To Bring The Man Up To His Feet, Forcing Him To Bare Weight On His Leg That Had Nearly Been Severed In 2. The Man Cried In A Mix Of Physical And Emotional Torment, And The Prince Lowered His Head Enough To See The Mans Red, Tear Stained Eyes.”Tonight..I've killed your father. I killed your brother..forced you to watch him die..and now I hold his soul in my hand. Let your father suffer forever in the deepest pit of your afterlife..his crimes..your gods can see to. But you..your soul isn't theirs to take...it never was.”The Man, In Agonizing Pain, Was Resigned To His Fate. He Knew He Was Going To Die. The Only Option Was To Die Without Showing Fear, Or Regret. Indifference To His Attackers Rage Was The Only Weapon He Had Left. Wincing Slightly He Looked Up To Valorius.”You judge me...my family for the wrongs you say w..we are guilty of. One day the Gods will have you. One day they will judge you...judge you for all you have done.”Tightening His Grip On The Mans Throat To Silence Him He Brought Him In Close, Valorius' Eyes Gleaming Yellow Pits Of Hate As They Burrowed Beyond The Flesh And To The Very Core Of The Man.”The fact I am here shows they are either unwilling, or unable to stop me. And the fact that you were here shows they were unwilling to stop you. No. They will not judge me for all I have done. One day...I will judge THEM for all they have NOT.”Perhaps The Last Surviving Son Would Have Said More, But Instead Of Words Filling His Mouth It Was The Concentrated Essence Of His Murdered Younger Brother Being Forced Inside. Flesh Had Limits, And 2 Essences In 1 Form Was Beyond Those Limits. The Mans Eyes Went Wide As A 2nd 'Life' Was Forced In Him, And The Fragile Body Couldn't Hold Both. Emerald Light Flashed Behind The Fearful, Widened Eyes And It Seemed To Pass Down The Entire Form. Any Sounds The Man Made Were Silenced By The Jade Hand Clasped Over His Face But The Pain Was There. As 1 Essence Met The Other Inside The Flimsy Flesh And Blood Body, They Burned It From The Inside. First The Eyes Popped Like Eggs Bursting, Emerald Mist Came Like Vapor From The Empty Sockets And The Body Began To Turn To Ash At The Core – Spreading All The Way Across The Entire Frame Inch By Inch.Those Loathing Yellow Eyes Locked To The Man As He Burned From The Inside Out. With His Face Still Only A Few Inches Away, He Spoke In A Soft Tone To The Man.”Reap what you sew...slaver.”A Toss Of His Hand And The Body Hit The Sand. That Final Jostle Acting As The Slight 'Impact' Needed To Trigger Combustion. Both Essences, Forced Into Too Small A Vessel Exploded In A Release Of Life That Came With A Sound Like Thunder, And An Emerald Flash. The Energy Wouldn't Find An Afterlife As One Energy Ignited The Other Sending Only A Faint Residue Into The Cosmos. The Ash That Had Just Been Flesh Began To Blow Away On The Breeze, Some Even Coated Him. But He Didn't Seem To Notice. He Only Stood There Silently, Staring At The Glass That Had Been Sand Only Moments Ago, The Shape Of The Mans Body Melted Into It.
Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 2:39 am
Revenge is the act of passion.
Vengeance is an act of justice.
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When Their Commander Finally Came Over The Dune He Was Met With Uncertain Eyes. No One Said A Word As He Moved Toward Them And Finally Stopped Again Before The Doorway Of The Building. He Stared Into It, Finally Taking A Moment To Register What He'd Done Now That It Had Happened. For Minutes All Was Silent Until One Of The Unmasked Soldiers Spoke Out To Him.”S..sir, your orders?”Silence.”Uh..sir? Do you have ord..””Hang them all from the outside of his place.”The Soldier, Confused By The Order, Asked Shakily;”H..hang them, sir? I don't understand.”With Narrowed Eyes Valorius Turned His Attention To The Nervous Man.”Knives, swords, arrows..whatever you can find. Use them to NAIL them all to the outside of this building.”The Man Didn't Understand Why But He Didn't Question The Command. Looking Inside The Building, The Soldier Gestured To The Women Still Inside.”And them, sir? What of the harem?”Attention Shifted From The Soldier To The Young Women Inside. Looking Them Over For A Moment He Spoke Coldly.”I said nail them ALL up.”Turning His Back To The Building He Began Walking Away From It, Only For The Soldier To Speak Again.”But sir..they aren't combatants. They haven't done any wr..”Valorius Was In No Mood To Be Questioned. His Left Hand Lunged Out And Took The Man By His Face. This Time He -Did- Draw The Essence Out And Into Himself. Arcs Of Energy Flowed Over His Hand And Beneath His Sleeve As The Skin Of The Soldier Turned Stone Gray. The Body Was Dropped To The Sand And He Looked Over His Men, Elites And Soldiers Alike.”It is one thing to be locked in a cage. It is another to be let out of that cage and STILL act like a pet. If any being truly wishes freedom..they find it one way, or another. Those who neither escape or die trying don't DESERVE to be free. Nail. Them. UP.”His Elites Never Questioned An Order And Several Began To Gather Any Piercing Items While The Rest Dragged Both Dead Men And Living Women Outside. Shouts Tore Through The Night As He Heard The Sound Of Hammering And Screaming Behind Him, Not Bothering To Turn Around As He Walked Off.While Walking Away A Ripple Passed Through Him, Much In The Way A Person Might Feel A 'Chill'. Somewhere A Great Energy Was Unleashed, Great Enough To Break The Barrier Of Dimension And Pass Through This One. Much Of It Was Foreign – But He Did Recognize The Other Energy Along With It.Sharay.Casting His Eyes Up Toward The Sky He Could Feel The Passing Waves. She Had Gained A Substantial Measure Of Power, Some Of It Her Own But Most Of It From Something Else. Giving A Slow Sigh He Whispered Into The Ether;”There are always consequences.”
Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 2:42 am
Revenge is the act of passion.
Vengeance is an act of justice.
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