-Inside a black book leather bound book that looks to be from the early 1800's are writings most of them are in Gaelic or Greek.. this passage however is written in plane English. Blood stains the left corner of all 5 pages that contain the text.
I know that many would think this is insane.. some sort of paranoid delusion that would lead me to be locked away in the darkness corner of the world. That is why no one has heard it voiced outside of the past, and outside of silly games that mortals play with one another to escape their reality. If they only knew the truth those games would be a codex a way to understand the truth of the world. The bible only scrapes the surface.. as does the Koran. Every book, every written word that talks of the darkness gives it a different name a different soul and a different face.
Scientists’ describe the atoms as being held together by a force.. though when asked what this force is we do not know. Why the heart continues to beat outside the chest of man is an unknown. We know it will die soon after without blood but it does continue for some reason until that point.. why? Something controls life beyond what we see. Some of us are better at seeing then others.. though those that can see are the ones that are of the darkness.
In every culture across the globe, light was described as chasing the dark, the sun chased the darkness across the sky.. though the darkness continued to overtake the sun in the depths of night. Fear gripped those people that made things to explain what they could not with science. The saddest part is those that biased their lives off foke lore were more correct then those that base their lives off science. Whereas science explains it.. it does not understand it. Science just makes man feel in control.,. it makes them feel as though they can touch the realm of the Gods.
Why was Alexander the Great’s body not in his crypt? How did the reed sea part in the Bible?.. and yes I do mean reed.. Red was a miss translation. Why is the most powerful force in all the universe the black hole.. a force devoid of light, eternally hungry, and bends time and temperature at its whim? What caused the many days of utter darkness after the death of Christ? Or was there even several days of darkness? What of the Devil? Why did Lucifer even know to stand against the Lord? So many questions that people have raised through time, only to be explained by the idea that it was all just dramatization none of it was as important or as grand as described… However what if it was? What if it was just that amazing and awe inspiring?
What I am writing now is the truth.. nothing except what I know to be the truth. By the Lord as my witness I shall not lie about what I have seen or what I know. If you think me insane so be it, if you think me an attention seeker then that is your choice. The world is made up of light and dark, sound and silence, hot and cold, life and death. All of these things are as they are for a reason. Shades of gray and all the colors in between light and dark are meaningless. In the beginning of time there was darkness.. endless night.. three beings arose from the darkness.. from the cold void of nothing. From these three things birthed light.. love.. law.. order.. and matter. The light chaises the Dark because it can not exist with the dark. Darkness is the absence of light.. light is law.. light is life, and light is order. She lingers in the darkness.. she is the one that has survived past all the other gods.. past the titans and past time itself.
She holds her child of light and love as the bane to her existence.. her hated foe.. and she will go to any length to utterly end that light. I know this because I am also a child of darkness, I am one of her many creations.. and as much as I fight for the light.. for the love, in the end I will be consumed by the darkness.. I will be enveloped by the night and chaos. Nyx is the goddess that fights against the Lord. She is the one that tempted Lucifer into darkness.. She is the one that is the effigy of the black hole. Ever hungry, ever destructive, and ever powerful. Without Dark.. there can be no light.. for darkness is the creator of light.. all that lives walks the line of her power.. all that live are controlled by her force of creations. She is the beginning and end of all things, and even her children quake in her presence. Our only hope is to forget her.. to let her stew in the blackness and let her power wane. But energy never dies.. so where as she may die from being forgotten.. another will be reborn.. in fact possibly more then one.. many will be born in the wake of the Nyx.. many will be brought to power to take her power as their own. I only hope I am able to stop it when the time comes. When the end of days finds us.. and when people see the darkness for what it truely is.
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The Truth of Darkness ( )
by Neava13 on Fri Nov 13, 2009 11:16 am
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Shards of Nyx ( )
by Neava13 on Tue Nov 17, 2009 12:47 pm
(All pictures are on here are by Luis Royo of the Labyrinth Tarot Deck, all the meanings of the cards I pulled from Aeclectic Tarot)
-After another page of Greek writing there are three following pages that are free of blood, but are written in English. The writing here is scrawled in fast paced strokes as if the writer was excited or upset. Inside the journal at the beginning of this entry is a twisted dismal Tarot card. The back was utterly black with a slightly lighter circle in the center that looked similar to a darkened sphere. When turned over the front looked like the following-
(Red Joker)
I found 24 tarot cards all seething with the power of Nyx. She is dead.. and broken.. though as I thought before she is not totally lost. Every card had a distinct feel a distinct power, I don’t know why they came to me.. other then I was once thought to be the chosen of Nyx. I hid all but the fool card. I felt this card would be the one to aid me the most. I will not say where I hid each card, but for some reason I know they will find where they are supposed to go. I’m not sure how.. or even why.. but they will find their owners, those destined to hold the shards of the broken goddess.
This fool card has tremendous power, but it seems I am not meant to take the power within it. I can feel it seethe beneath the cards skin, but it does not touch me. This card called to me for some reason though I do not know if I should be insulted or honored. The symbol of the fool is powerful.. it is deeply rooted in the idea of looking before you leap. It also is a sign that you have everything you need, all you need is to take it out and use it. The dog is the bark of warning to pay attention to the world around you. Is it for me? I have no idea.. but I know the other cards are not for me.. so I hid them well.. I sent them out into the void of space and deep into the crevasses of the Earth.
-The next several pages are actual photographs of tarot cards hastily taped to the journal. Some of the sections look like the pictures were torn out in a hurry as if to hide something. Next to the blank spots where the pictures had been and the actual taped on pictures there are short explanations of what each means-
These are pictures of the cards I hid.. I don’t know if this is the smartest choice or course of action.. but it seems like the only way to be sure that I found the right cards if I see them again.
(spades)
(Ace of Spades)-Death card- It symbolizes death.. rebirth.. the change from a lower way of being to a higher way of being.
(King of Spades)-Falling tower- Destruction, war, false concepts that we take as real, and then when we find the truths.. they bring us to ruin.
(blank spot)(8 of Spades)-Eight of Swords- Oblivion- This card means if they move, they'll get cut. However, the ropes that bind them, the blindfold over their eyes, are their own fears, keeping them still, immobile. And so the longer they stay, the more they constrain and entrap themselves. Ever been in a situation where you're afraid to say anything, so afraid that you second guess yourself, end up saying nothing, tying yourself in knots? But speaking up is going to get you cut to ribbons? That's this card. The Querent must have the strength to endure the cuts, else they'll stay trapped. So they are entrapped and entangled by their own power.. their own will.. and will meet their own oblivion.hey must move, for the
longer they let the situation continue, the worse it will get.
(Blank Spot) (Jack of Spades)- hanged man- Chaos- I found out that it reflects the story of Odin who offered himself as a sacrifice in order to gain knowledge. Hanging from the world tree, wounded by a spear, given no bread or mead, he hung for nine days. On the last day, he saw on the ground runes that had fallen from the tree, understood their meaning, and, coming down, scooped them up for his own. All knowledge is to be found in these runes. Things will continue on in a moment, but for now, they float, timeless- lost to the chaos until the answer is found.
(Blank Spot)(5 of Spades)-Five of Swords- Rage This card as you can see is the card of opposing forces. An argument of some kind has begun, in arguments and battles of ideas there are going to be times when one just loses or has to surrender. The worst of these is when the winner is an awful person, a bully, braggart, a cheat, someone who used an unfair advantage to win, in the case of this card.. you can see the cheater, or bully filled with rage and is also fueling the argument itself with rage.
(6 of Spades)-The Devil- Hatred- This card has many meanings normally it is symbolized as a type of enslavement.. with Nyx.. I believe it is an enslavement of emotion. As a person, the Devil can stand for a man of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a powerful man who is hard to resist. In a sense it is hard to resist the bonds of hatred and malice.
(blank Spot)(10 of Spades)-Ten of Swords-Murder- A man dead with ten swords in his back. It is a nasty looking card. Sometimes everything just... goes... wrong. And this is a card that lets the Querent know that, yes, things are as bad as he fears. The troublesome swords can't get much worse than this, with bad things said about the Querent, perhaps even the ruin of their lives. The swords have done their worst.. You can't be more dead. It is over.
(Clubs)
(Ace of Clubs)- Force The chariot is the force that dives all things.. it is the force that draws the sun.. the moon.. the stars.. light and dark.. it is the motion of all.. but also the inter turmoil of all things as well.
-The Star- Mystic- The Star card suggests clarity of vision, spiritual insight. And, most importantly, that unexpected help will be coming, the star is the idea of healing.. as well as insight.. foresight.. and the general connection to the flow of energy around them.
-The Emperor- Power- This signifies the leader that everyone wants to follow, sitting on a throne that indicates the solid foundation of an Empire he created, loves and rules with intelligence and enthusiasm. But that throne can also be a trap, a responsibility that has the Emperor feeling restless, bored and discontent. It can also show tyrannical power and influence.
(Queen of Clubs)-Strength- Is about controlling one’s impulses It is about using perseverance to beat ones enemies.. though it also means the battle with your inner self. It is said that in order to win the battle inside oneself only will power and perseverance can show your true strength.
(Diamonds)
(Blank Spot)(7 of Diamonds)-7 of cups-Deception- This is a card of illusions, deceptions. Making a hasty decision, therefore, could be as bad as being unable to make any decision. How to take control here? Hold out, investigate. Don't let the cups be in control. This card is the true form of utter deception.
(The 10 of Diamonds)-The Magician-Wit- This card shows a person as clever, witty, inventive and persuasive. People listen and agree with him. He also has an interest in science. He might be, in fact, a doctor or scientist or inventor. Some one that has wit in tongue and in skill.. though they do not always coincide.
(Ace of diamonds)-The Moon-Wisdom- This card is the ultimate source of wisdom.. it shows trial.. warning.. and great danger.. but all of which can be avoided with prudence and wisdom.
(King of Diamonds) –The Hermit–Intelligence- Normally this card indicates a desire for peace and solitude. Signifying a time to think, organize, ruminate, and take stock. In order to find enlightenment, illumination, clarity.
(Queen of Diamonds) Wheel of Fate-Foresight- Wheel of Fortune is all about big things, luck, change, and fortune. Almost always good fortune though often times it can mean bad. Almost every definition of this card indicates abundance, happiness, elevation, or luck; a change that just happens, and brings with it great joy. It also shows Fate.. and the possibility of knowing one’s fate through the idea of Foresight.
(Hearts)
(Two of Hearts) -Lovers-Love- This Card is about surrender. About surrendering yourself to love, to live.. to fate.. it is about having the courage enough to sacrifice everything for those that you love.. or for those you wish to love.. it is the ultimate symbol of love.... It it hurts to even touch.
(blank Spot)(Queen of Hearts)-Empress-Caring- The Empress Card is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.
(Blank Spot)(10 of hearts)-10 of Cups-Brotherhood- The ten cups symbolize family.. those you trust.. and those that you are bonded to through friendship or blood. It shows strength in trust and brotherhood as well as the need to have those to find shelter with.
(Blank Spot)(4 of hearts) Four of Wands-Cohesiveness- This card shows the building of greatness.. the forming of alliances and the sturdy end of hard work. It is what the world is when work is finished.. people are left to rest.. and the final enjoyment of your previous endeavours with those that are close and helped you achieve them.
(Jack of hearts)-Judgement-Healing- This is also a card of healing, quite literally from an accident or illness, as well as a card signaling great transformation, renewal, change. It very literally means healing through facing the past, and resolving problems.. as well as healing from pain or torment… I wonder if this card means more of the ability to heal as well?
(blankspot)(Ace of Hearts)-Ace of Wands-Passion- A new spark of energy for a new passion, the utter complete force of something that inspires.. drives.. and controls those that feel it’s call and pull.
(black joker)-The World- This card is the epitome of all forces.. the culmination of all and the showing of promise and good. It is also the opposite of darkness.. and the truth force of light and order.
-After another page of Greek writing there are three following pages that are free of blood, but are written in English. The writing here is scrawled in fast paced strokes as if the writer was excited or upset. Inside the journal at the beginning of this entry is a twisted dismal Tarot card. The back was utterly black with a slightly lighter circle in the center that looked similar to a darkened sphere. When turned over the front looked like the following-
I found 24 tarot cards all seething with the power of Nyx. She is dead.. and broken.. though as I thought before she is not totally lost. Every card had a distinct feel a distinct power, I don’t know why they came to me.. other then I was once thought to be the chosen of Nyx. I hid all but the fool card. I felt this card would be the one to aid me the most. I will not say where I hid each card, but for some reason I know they will find where they are supposed to go. I’m not sure how.. or even why.. but they will find their owners, those destined to hold the shards of the broken goddess.
This fool card has tremendous power, but it seems I am not meant to take the power within it. I can feel it seethe beneath the cards skin, but it does not touch me. This card called to me for some reason though I do not know if I should be insulted or honored. The symbol of the fool is powerful.. it is deeply rooted in the idea of looking before you leap. It also is a sign that you have everything you need, all you need is to take it out and use it. The dog is the bark of warning to pay attention to the world around you. Is it for me? I have no idea.. but I know the other cards are not for me.. so I hid them well.. I sent them out into the void of space and deep into the crevasses of the Earth.
-The next several pages are actual photographs of tarot cards hastily taped to the journal. Some of the sections look like the pictures were torn out in a hurry as if to hide something. Next to the blank spots where the pictures had been and the actual taped on pictures there are short explanations of what each means-
These are pictures of the cards I hid.. I don’t know if this is the smartest choice or course of action.. but it seems like the only way to be sure that I found the right cards if I see them again.
(spades)
(blank spot)(8 of Spades)-Eight of Swords- Oblivion- This card means if they move, they'll get cut. However, the ropes that bind them, the blindfold over their eyes, are their own fears, keeping them still, immobile. And so the longer they stay, the more they constrain and entrap themselves. Ever been in a situation where you're afraid to say anything, so afraid that you second guess yourself, end up saying nothing, tying yourself in knots? But speaking up is going to get you cut to ribbons? That's this card. The Querent must have the strength to endure the cuts, else they'll stay trapped. So they are entrapped and entangled by their own power.. their own will.. and will meet their own oblivion.hey must move, for the
longer they let the situation continue, the worse it will get.
(Blank Spot) (Jack of Spades)- hanged man- Chaos- I found out that it reflects the story of Odin who offered himself as a sacrifice in order to gain knowledge. Hanging from the world tree, wounded by a spear, given no bread or mead, he hung for nine days. On the last day, he saw on the ground runes that had fallen from the tree, understood their meaning, and, coming down, scooped them up for his own. All knowledge is to be found in these runes. Things will continue on in a moment, but for now, they float, timeless- lost to the chaos until the answer is found.
(Blank Spot)(5 of Spades)-Five of Swords- Rage This card as you can see is the card of opposing forces. An argument of some kind has begun, in arguments and battles of ideas there are going to be times when one just loses or has to surrender. The worst of these is when the winner is an awful person, a bully, braggart, a cheat, someone who used an unfair advantage to win, in the case of this card.. you can see the cheater, or bully filled with rage and is also fueling the argument itself with rage.
(blank Spot)(10 of Spades)-Ten of Swords-Murder- A man dead with ten swords in his back. It is a nasty looking card. Sometimes everything just... goes... wrong. And this is a card that lets the Querent know that, yes, things are as bad as he fears. The troublesome swords can't get much worse than this, with bad things said about the Querent, perhaps even the ruin of their lives. The swords have done their worst.. You can't be more dead. It is over.
(Clubs)
(Diamonds)
(Blank Spot)(7 of Diamonds)-7 of cups-Deception- This is a card of illusions, deceptions. Making a hasty decision, therefore, could be as bad as being unable to make any decision. How to take control here? Hold out, investigate. Don't let the cups be in control. This card is the true form of utter deception.
(Hearts)
(blank Spot)(Queen of Hearts)-Empress-Caring- The Empress Card is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.
(Blank Spot)(10 of hearts)-10 of Cups-Brotherhood- The ten cups symbolize family.. those you trust.. and those that you are bonded to through friendship or blood. It shows strength in trust and brotherhood as well as the need to have those to find shelter with.
(Blank Spot)(4 of hearts) Four of Wands-Cohesiveness- This card shows the building of greatness.. the forming of alliances and the sturdy end of hard work. It is what the world is when work is finished.. people are left to rest.. and the final enjoyment of your previous endeavours with those that are close and helped you achieve them.
(blankspot)(Ace of Hearts)-Ace of Wands-Passion- A new spark of energy for a new passion, the utter complete force of something that inspires.. drives.. and controls those that feel it’s call and pull.
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Neava13 - Member for 3 years
Re: The Truth of Darkness ( )
by Neava13 on Wed Dec 16, 2009 12:13 am
The passages of time are something that we often over look... We think little of the idea of the sun rising.. and how long it takes to arc to the middle of the sky.. we always pay attention to time when we do not have enough of it left. For those of us that have limitless ages sun rises and sun sets are even less meaningful. They are what many of us think of as titbits of color, they don't really influence our lives.. but it adds a bit of spice to the lengthily existence we all seem to linger on. After a certain amount of time looking in the mirror and not changing there is a slight twist in the back of your mind.. a twinge against your sanity.. a tug against your perceptions and a lingering after effect of the lack of change. Slowly each time you look in the mirror year after unchanging year you begin to think it is all a dream. Life becomes surreal meaningless.. some of us look for our next fix.. our next thrill our next leap to bring us back into the feeling of being part of the world.
Others of us cave deeper into the unfeeling doom of it all. I myself look for the next fix, the next holy quest.. and the next promise of death. Each endeavour I strive for is more and more dangerous. Each leach that I hunt is more and more a possible tool for my inevitable demise.. or so I hope. Each vampire I drain I become more powerful.. I know more.. I feel more.. and the less likely the chance that I will be driven into the soil for all time. I have been brought back from death.. I have seen the gates of hell, I have felt the flames lap at my flesh... only to be ripped from the warm embrace to the even more insane hell of life. Hell is repetition.. unending torment. After a time it gets comfortable.. In truth you can only be eaten alive so many times before it just seems a normal affair.
Most creatures forget.. and each time they are tortured.. they relive that moment as if it was new... something for me is different, I remember.. I remember each time.. and each time it isn't as horrible as the first. Pain becomes nothing but a little annoyance when it happens over and over... you learn to adapt.. and you learn to just shut it off. So Hell is a comfortable place, no surprises.. just endless repetition.. The same cries.. the same snarls and the same scents of flesh burning. In truth Earth is a far worse Hell... you never know what will come, you never know what pain will find you. And you never know what will be torn from you next. I think that is why most vampires go insane after a time. We get bored disconnected, then something horrible happens and we are utterly shocked unable to cope. Everything falls down around us and we loose it all.. This causes us to snap, we loose any care for power, for the games, for the titles and just give in to the lusts of blood and flesh. By the time we become no better than animals, someone is always there to put us down like the rabid beasts we are.
Will I go back to hell? I'm sure I will... I enjoy killing.. I enjoy the feel of someone's bones snapping under my fists. Would I like to see my son and husband? Yes I would.. but It will not happen. I am damned a thousand times over. I am of the damned... I am nothing but a corpse frozen from the grasp of time. And in the end I will choke on my own screams.. or at least I hope I do. A stoic death seems so droll.. So irritatingly normal. I would only hope that I find someone to bring my end as a surprise.. to finish me once and for all with enough utter devastation to make me wake up from this dream.. Wake up from this endless tormented dream of life.
Others of us cave deeper into the unfeeling doom of it all. I myself look for the next fix, the next holy quest.. and the next promise of death. Each endeavour I strive for is more and more dangerous. Each leach that I hunt is more and more a possible tool for my inevitable demise.. or so I hope. Each vampire I drain I become more powerful.. I know more.. I feel more.. and the less likely the chance that I will be driven into the soil for all time. I have been brought back from death.. I have seen the gates of hell, I have felt the flames lap at my flesh... only to be ripped from the warm embrace to the even more insane hell of life. Hell is repetition.. unending torment. After a time it gets comfortable.. In truth you can only be eaten alive so many times before it just seems a normal affair.
Most creatures forget.. and each time they are tortured.. they relive that moment as if it was new... something for me is different, I remember.. I remember each time.. and each time it isn't as horrible as the first. Pain becomes nothing but a little annoyance when it happens over and over... you learn to adapt.. and you learn to just shut it off. So Hell is a comfortable place, no surprises.. just endless repetition.. The same cries.. the same snarls and the same scents of flesh burning. In truth Earth is a far worse Hell... you never know what will come, you never know what pain will find you. And you never know what will be torn from you next. I think that is why most vampires go insane after a time. We get bored disconnected, then something horrible happens and we are utterly shocked unable to cope. Everything falls down around us and we loose it all.. This causes us to snap, we loose any care for power, for the games, for the titles and just give in to the lusts of blood and flesh. By the time we become no better than animals, someone is always there to put us down like the rabid beasts we are.
Will I go back to hell? I'm sure I will... I enjoy killing.. I enjoy the feel of someone's bones snapping under my fists. Would I like to see my son and husband? Yes I would.. but It will not happen. I am damned a thousand times over. I am of the damned... I am nothing but a corpse frozen from the grasp of time. And in the end I will choke on my own screams.. or at least I hope I do. A stoic death seems so droll.. So irritatingly normal. I would only hope that I find someone to bring my end as a surprise.. to finish me once and for all with enough utter devastation to make me wake up from this dream.. Wake up from this endless tormented dream of life.
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Neava13 - Member for 3 years
Re: The Truth of Darkness ( )
by Neava13 on Sat Dec 19, 2009 11:54 pm
I remember his body bleeding across our bed, I remember his eyeless corpse staring up at me. I remember the blood on my hands and the stench of death. For some reason it seems like only a dream, it seems like a nightmare so long ago that I cannot even remember for sure if he existed at all. I was told it was a dream, I was told it didn't matter anymore. In some ways it doesn't I suppose, in some ways it seems like nothing that happened before today really matters. We move on our way through the flow of time marching ever forward until our demise. For my first child and my husband it happened all within the same month, both slaughtered by the creature that brought me everlasting life, as a wedding gift of sorts. People wonder why I went insane. People wonder why I am a bit out of my mind. But they have not seen what I have.
They do not know what the sound a child makes when you cut out their liver and dangle it in front of their eyes. They do not know the cry of agony a father makes when he watches his entire family die before his eyes. It is a sweet sound, it is a powerful sound to be honest. A sound that would inspire emotion and sadness, wonder, horror, and terror to those of us devoid of emotion. That is probably why my Sire did more and more horrible things. He was trying to see emotion again, trying to feel it in his dead flesh. It does seem like the older you get the less things impact you. The less things seem to really have any type of emotional response. You have always seen worse, and seeing worse means you must hunt for worse. Maybe that is why he hunted me down? Maybe that is why he slaughtered my husband and killed my unborn child? He wanted to know my emotions he wanted to taste it when he made me the monster I am now.
I do often hope he savoured killing his own daughter by accident the day I killed him. I do hope he felt some emotion besides the lust for my blood the day I cut off his head with the weapons he so kindly crafted in my hands. I do hope he knew the pain that he has caused me by killing two of my husbands, as well as killing my child, and killing me. Though in truth I know he feels torment above anything else.. I cannot imagine the torment of being trapped inside a gem for all time, cursed to watch your children undo everything you had built. Cursed to watch the agency of chaos turn into a pillar of law and order. It was the greatest gift us, his children, could have done for him, to make him bare witness to the end of his chaos, the end of his goddess, and the last days of his blood line.
I am forever Josephina Moira McGregor.. and I will never be Katerzina Jonquet again.
They do not know what the sound a child makes when you cut out their liver and dangle it in front of their eyes. They do not know the cry of agony a father makes when he watches his entire family die before his eyes. It is a sweet sound, it is a powerful sound to be honest. A sound that would inspire emotion and sadness, wonder, horror, and terror to those of us devoid of emotion. That is probably why my Sire did more and more horrible things. He was trying to see emotion again, trying to feel it in his dead flesh. It does seem like the older you get the less things impact you. The less things seem to really have any type of emotional response. You have always seen worse, and seeing worse means you must hunt for worse. Maybe that is why he hunted me down? Maybe that is why he slaughtered my husband and killed my unborn child? He wanted to know my emotions he wanted to taste it when he made me the monster I am now.
I do often hope he savoured killing his own daughter by accident the day I killed him. I do hope he felt some emotion besides the lust for my blood the day I cut off his head with the weapons he so kindly crafted in my hands. I do hope he knew the pain that he has caused me by killing two of my husbands, as well as killing my child, and killing me. Though in truth I know he feels torment above anything else.. I cannot imagine the torment of being trapped inside a gem for all time, cursed to watch your children undo everything you had built. Cursed to watch the agency of chaos turn into a pillar of law and order. It was the greatest gift us, his children, could have done for him, to make him bare witness to the end of his chaos, the end of his goddess, and the last days of his blood line.
I am forever Josephina Moira McGregor.. and I will never be Katerzina Jonquet again.
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Neava13 - Member for 3 years
Re: The Truth of Darkness ( )
by Neava13 on Sun Mar 28, 2010 2:24 pm
The sound of hoof beats thundered through the darkness, it was a foreign sound to those of modern age, a sound that was a distant remind of the long forgotten past. The night was foggy, cold, and pitch black; the moon hidden by the fog and the clouds that threatened to drop rain on those not protected from the freezing cold. The fog was like shreds of ice against the nose and face, if would feel the same on the lungs if those moving in the darkness actually breathed. The cold would have been debilitating over the snow covered hills if it wasn’t for the fact that those out in the darkness did not feel the cold any more either.
A man in rags ran up a hill glancing behind him a look of sheer terror over his drawn face. Fangs showed through his parted lips as the thunder of hooves grew louder. The homeless looking man dashed over the next bluff, though as he made it to the top his back arched and blood exploded from his chest. Protruding from the center of his raggedy covered chest was a metal point; then the point exploded in motion as it spun and claws extended from the tip grabbing hold of the flesh it protruded from. Behind the man’s back there was a metal cable that disappeared down the bluff into the dark coil of fog over the snow swept hills. Then with a low hiss of the cord being pulled taught the man tumbled over backwards limply.
The body slid across the ground leaving no blood in its wake, it would have been an odd scene for those who didn’t see how vampires were killed, however it was something normal to the hunter in the darkness that had seen it thousands, possibly even tens of thousands of times before. The body stopped before the prancing hooves of a white horse that had grey splotches over its coat. The animal’s neck was arched its feet glistened with silver horse shoes. The Animal put a hoof on the body of the debilitated vampire as smoke and the sound of searing flesh rolled into the air from the silver cloven hoof. The pale horse stood there waiting its breath steaming in the air as its eyes glowed a deep cybernetic red. The animal was of flesh, however the eyes gave an indication of the amount of cyberware the animal had beneath its muscular frame.
From the back of the pale horse dropped a black clad figure, their feet shod in black leather boots their form covered in a black rough leather duster jacket that would have been common back in the old west of the late 1800’s. The face of the figure was canceled by the shadow cast by an old western style black duster hat, and around the figures neck hung a silver and jet rosary that swayed as they moved. The figure ran its gloved hand over the horses neck as it slowly walked to the body before it. The cable it was connected to was tied to the animals saddle as it waited. The figure slipped off the left glove and pulled a small pale hand under the shadows of the hat. When the hand pulled back out from the shadows it had a set of fang marks in the wrist and was dripping blood profusely. The pale hand flexed into a fist as the blood dripped down over the snow and the white horse quickly took the wrist into its mouth gently holding it with its silver caped teeth as it licked and sucked on the bleeding wound.
”Thar ya go Lass.. easy now.. “ The voice that sounded from the shadows was female, youthful, bell like, and melodic. The Irish accent that flowed from the dark clad figure was beautiful; those that heard the tone of her voice where drawn in, much like the sirens of old, or even to the elders of the vampuric order. The horse stepped off of the body and waited for its master’s next command, the dark clad figure kneeled next to the body and pulled it up against her form. Red coiled strands of crimson hair fell down over the black leather as she crouched and pulled the unconscious vampire’s neck towards her ruby lips. Her eyes were hidden by the brim of the hat still though her long curved fangs where apparent as they bit into the pail neck of the vampire she held against her. Her hand gripped the raggedy vampires hair as her other held his form about the waist. The body twitched as her uniquely long and curved fangs sunk into the throat, red blood coiling from the wound and dripping down the form of the man before her as she fed. The vampire’s body became more drawn, more skeletal as she drank.
For several minutes she drank before the body became almost mummy like and ridged from the lack of fluid. Her red hair almost shimmered with health as her black hat fell from her crown into the snow. Her red hair cascaded downward to the snow below falling in clean ringlets against the black leather coat. Then she pulled her fangs from the mummy’s neck its jaw open and slacked as the fangs of the vampire protruded all the more. The woman had porcelain like skin, red lips, and glowing purple eyes as she looked up at the horse that waited eagerly to leave. She did not look a day past 16 her slight form, and graceful features seeming to almost glow in the darkness. The woman flexed her left hand into a fist as three blood soaked blades sliced out from the back of the extremity. With a blur of movement the head of the vampire fell away the entire form of it exploded into smoke and flame. She stood up and pulled the odd metal cross bow that was slung at the side of her black saddle pressing a red flashing button on the side of the device as the now free bolt head flew back into its place locked and ready to fire again. The cable coiled in a heavy metal drum at the back of the large metal device.
With a smooth effortless motion she pulled herself into the saddle and clicked her tongue, the pale horse leaned down and grabbed the hat that had fallen to the ground and then turned and walked back the way they had come. The fog was already beginning to clear the lights of the city not far away shimmered in the darkness. The dark rider on the pale horse was known as death.. at least death to those that went against the union.
A man in rags ran up a hill glancing behind him a look of sheer terror over his drawn face. Fangs showed through his parted lips as the thunder of hooves grew louder. The homeless looking man dashed over the next bluff, though as he made it to the top his back arched and blood exploded from his chest. Protruding from the center of his raggedy covered chest was a metal point; then the point exploded in motion as it spun and claws extended from the tip grabbing hold of the flesh it protruded from. Behind the man’s back there was a metal cable that disappeared down the bluff into the dark coil of fog over the snow swept hills. Then with a low hiss of the cord being pulled taught the man tumbled over backwards limply.
The body slid across the ground leaving no blood in its wake, it would have been an odd scene for those who didn’t see how vampires were killed, however it was something normal to the hunter in the darkness that had seen it thousands, possibly even tens of thousands of times before. The body stopped before the prancing hooves of a white horse that had grey splotches over its coat. The animal’s neck was arched its feet glistened with silver horse shoes. The Animal put a hoof on the body of the debilitated vampire as smoke and the sound of searing flesh rolled into the air from the silver cloven hoof. The pale horse stood there waiting its breath steaming in the air as its eyes glowed a deep cybernetic red. The animal was of flesh, however the eyes gave an indication of the amount of cyberware the animal had beneath its muscular frame.
From the back of the pale horse dropped a black clad figure, their feet shod in black leather boots their form covered in a black rough leather duster jacket that would have been common back in the old west of the late 1800’s. The face of the figure was canceled by the shadow cast by an old western style black duster hat, and around the figures neck hung a silver and jet rosary that swayed as they moved. The figure ran its gloved hand over the horses neck as it slowly walked to the body before it. The cable it was connected to was tied to the animals saddle as it waited. The figure slipped off the left glove and pulled a small pale hand under the shadows of the hat. When the hand pulled back out from the shadows it had a set of fang marks in the wrist and was dripping blood profusely. The pale hand flexed into a fist as the blood dripped down over the snow and the white horse quickly took the wrist into its mouth gently holding it with its silver caped teeth as it licked and sucked on the bleeding wound.
”Thar ya go Lass.. easy now.. “ The voice that sounded from the shadows was female, youthful, bell like, and melodic. The Irish accent that flowed from the dark clad figure was beautiful; those that heard the tone of her voice where drawn in, much like the sirens of old, or even to the elders of the vampuric order. The horse stepped off of the body and waited for its master’s next command, the dark clad figure kneeled next to the body and pulled it up against her form. Red coiled strands of crimson hair fell down over the black leather as she crouched and pulled the unconscious vampire’s neck towards her ruby lips. Her eyes were hidden by the brim of the hat still though her long curved fangs where apparent as they bit into the pail neck of the vampire she held against her. Her hand gripped the raggedy vampires hair as her other held his form about the waist. The body twitched as her uniquely long and curved fangs sunk into the throat, red blood coiling from the wound and dripping down the form of the man before her as she fed. The vampire’s body became more drawn, more skeletal as she drank.
For several minutes she drank before the body became almost mummy like and ridged from the lack of fluid. Her red hair almost shimmered with health as her black hat fell from her crown into the snow. Her red hair cascaded downward to the snow below falling in clean ringlets against the black leather coat. Then she pulled her fangs from the mummy’s neck its jaw open and slacked as the fangs of the vampire protruded all the more. The woman had porcelain like skin, red lips, and glowing purple eyes as she looked up at the horse that waited eagerly to leave. She did not look a day past 16 her slight form, and graceful features seeming to almost glow in the darkness. The woman flexed her left hand into a fist as three blood soaked blades sliced out from the back of the extremity. With a blur of movement the head of the vampire fell away the entire form of it exploded into smoke and flame. She stood up and pulled the odd metal cross bow that was slung at the side of her black saddle pressing a red flashing button on the side of the device as the now free bolt head flew back into its place locked and ready to fire again. The cable coiled in a heavy metal drum at the back of the large metal device.
With a smooth effortless motion she pulled herself into the saddle and clicked her tongue, the pale horse leaned down and grabbed the hat that had fallen to the ground and then turned and walked back the way they had come. The fog was already beginning to clear the lights of the city not far away shimmered in the darkness. The dark rider on the pale horse was known as death.. at least death to those that went against the union.
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