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located in Xibalba, a part of From Light to Shadow, one of the many universes on RPG.

Xibalba

'Place of Fear' -- a section of the city which lays within Auallonia, it is not the most savory of places.

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Character Portrait: Marisenne Nicht
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The "rat" scampered along the pavement in the dark alleyway, not even stopping to peruse the many bins of garbage lying overturned in the area around him, their enticing contents going completely ignored by the terrified creature as he fled, taking a sharp, abrupt turn into another alleyway and scurrying on all fours towards the place where he made his nest. Something had him spooked, and he wasn't going to stay around in this place and face whatever terrible thing might be pursuing him.

The sound of quiet footsteps was the only noise in the dark labyrinth once the fleeing rat had passed, soft-soled shoes skidding over the surface of the pavement once step at a time, making an ominous, quiet sound, the some tapping gently on the surface of some great, hellish drum, the echoes ringing out with each methodical step. Those footfalls were more like a drum than one might have guessed, for a gentle, cheerful voice soon joined into that frightful melody in a childish, playful song. Multicolored lights danced off of the walls of the alleyway as a small shape continued its steady walk toward the fleeing rat. He dared not look back, for to do so would be to face fear itself, hidden in the guise of innocence. He had awoken with those horrible red pools gazing into his very soul, and he knew that should he venture a single glance back at his pursuer, he would be rooted in the eyes of madness, and would be consumed. Still he remembered the maddening thing that had forced itself into his mind. Still he remembered the blood. Torn flesh had dribbled down from the walls around him, painting the world in shades of sanguine crimson. And at the middle of it all... That thing, that terrible entity that hid behind the mask of a child. But the blood dribbling down its face, running freely down its hands, that terrible, bloodstained grin, and those eyes, those awful eyes...!

"Run, run, run away
Mister Rat, go as fast as you can
A game of tag I'd like to play
I'm it, so run away
Run from me, little man."


The rat stopped short, the terrifyingly serene voice coming ever closer with each resounding step. He wanted nothing more than to heed the words of that song and flee as fast as his legs would carry him, but, to his horror, the path before him was blocked. He had taken a wrong turn in his frenzied flight, and now he was cornered. Already, the multicolored light of those unnatural wings was upon him, and a shadow had fallen over him, blocking out all but that eldritch light. He tried to muster the courage to turn and fight, for it was the only option left him, but found himself powerless to move. His terror bound him faster than any chain forged by mortal hands, and, fearing what he might see, he could not so much as look up. A cold sweat poured down his body, bathing him in a terrible chill from his dirty black hair to his tattered boots. The orphaned young street rat was powerless as he watched the shadow raise something over its head, a crimson light shining down on him. It was over. He was going to die...!

In an instant, however, something changed. The light vanished, and the shadow covering him was gone. Slowly, tentatively, he looked up, his heart racing as though it would leap out of his chest. His fearful gaze was met by... nothing. The one who had pursued him was gone. There was no trace of that horrifying thing anywhere to be found. The light from the spread crystalline wings was gone. The blood was gone. The deep, maddening red eyes were gone. He could not hear the sound of that taunting voice, nor those resounding footsteps that had haunted him for the past half hour. Like an awakening from a bad dream, he found himself safe and sound, once more firmly within the world he-

These were the last coherent thoughts the street rat ever had, for at that instant, the crimson light returned full force, bathing everything in the hue of blood. It dripped and flowed about, as though he had been submerged in a sanguine sea. Pain shot up his left arm as something dug deep into him, and two small but nonetheless firm hands seized his limb as though they would tear it from its socket. The pain doubled as what had pierced his arm was violently torn forth, ripping a chunk of flesh out with it. Blood spurted in a small shower into the air as the rat - no, the boy flailed wildly, trying in vain to escape.

The savaged left arm tasted sweet, the delicious flavor of Human blood once more refreshing her gullet. The fear she had so patiently instilled and cultivated was like ambrosia, bringing life and immeasurable pleasure throughout her body, filling her with strength and power. The boy tried to run, but she wouldn't let him. Diving forward, she tackled him, overbalancing him before he could even finish his first step and sinking her teeth into his shoulder, tearing into the streams of life running through his body without any concern for the flesh, skin and ragged clothing she had to brutally rip her way through to reach that beloved and craved sanguine flow.

The boy screamed, like music to her ears as her game of tag reached its climax. This was so much fun, so much fun! But there was not yet nearly enough blood to slake her thirst. She had to have more, more, more, more!

Her thoughts were disrupted by the boy's futile struggling. In a desperate attempt to free himself, the little rat had grabbed her by her long golden mane of hair with his uninjured arm and tried to pry her from his shoulder. That smarted! She was the one who was it, not him! He had no right to try to inflict pain on her! That was against the rules! Righteously indignant, the girl coated her arm with her spiritual energy, and, clamping down on his arm, sank her fingers into the offending limb, reaching deeper, deeper, deeper, through the soft skin, through the spasming muscles, through the nerves and veins and whatever else stood in the path of her unshakable grip. The boy screamed incoherently. It might have been a plea for mercy, or for help, but she didn't really care. She had reached her target, for her fingers had finally connected with his arm bone at the elbow. Grasping it tightly, she shattered it like a twig, the fragments of white ivory shattering outward through his mutilated flesh as the limb slumped uselessly, twisted at an artfully cruel angle. Satisfied with her work, she once more plunged her teeth into the rat's flesh, lapping up his precious blood. When the flow ran dry in one place, she would simply find another well from which to take her fill. The boy's useless efforts to escape were growing weaker by the second as the alleyway became flooded with crimson as his reservoirs of life fluid overflowed. It was a pity that so much was wasted, but she had no time to dwell on such things. Already, his life was growing dim. It seemed the game was almost over. There was only one thing left to do.

Rising up as she straddled her victim, she bit downward, her canines plunging into the rat's throat. Fighting through his pain and fading consciousness, the boy raised his barely-functioning left arm, clawing at his neck in a last attempt at resistance - useless. The only thing he did was hasten his own demise as he helped pry open his own gizzard. He gasped, gurgled, flailed about, and finally lay still, the last of his sanguine wells running dry. The bloodstained young murderess stood, a smile on her face as she looked down at her victim.

"Tag~! You're it~!" She declared in a proud, sing-song voice as the life in the boy's eyes faded, his blood mingling with the trash on the dirty ground. She cocked her head back, her eyes wide with a euphoric glee as the dead rat's venous claret dripped from every inch of her defiled body, and let loose a terrifying laugh of triumph, like a cat crowing over its deceased prey. Her raucous cry rang out through the dark labyrinth, echoing back several times. Then, all was silent.


Slowly, the girl composed herself, and, glancing around her, gingerly stepped away from the corpse at her feet.

"Ange," She complained, sounding displeased. "You broke another one of our toys, Ru~. Now Marisenne will have to find something else to play with... You even left her to clean up your mess, Ru~." Sighing, the young girl turned and trotted away, her arms spread wide as she went briskly along. Turning, she looked back at her deceased victim, and smiled as though oblivious of the death she had just wrought. Waving goodbye to her "toy," she gave a final farewell before dashing into the darkness.

"It was fun playing with you, Mister Rat! Bye bye, Ru~!"