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Mocking whispers as they fluttered by, the stars in her galaxy were rotating in an obscure fashion. It wasnât the drugs nor was it an illusion, she had most certainly forgotten something. Worse of all, she had extracted it for later observation and in its place where a star once twinkled was a black hole. What the hell was the purpose of a hall of memories if it didnât retain even the most significant? Had she poisoned her own mind or enchanted it to forget? If so, why didnât she leave herself a note stating not to worry and that it was for the best. She huffed in frustration, the only person who may know would be Tien. But if she did this to herself, he would never reveal it. Lola grimaced and finally turned on her heel away from the pestering void. She paced over to the door only to be launched off her feet. One of her memories blasted her onto her back, she breathed heavily and stared up at it with wide eyes. The star was black and threatening as it hovered a couple inches above her face. Lola slowly lifted her hand and touched it.
Dialog: #6600CC
Location: Laboratory
She was encompassed by the horrid past. Where the star floated now hovered the most frightening creature she had ever encountered. It was slender, black like the shadows, he had no face, just a mouth with sharp jagged teeth. It caressed her face with one of its seven fingers. It hissed as it breathed and her eyes were locked in petrification. She lay on black marble flooring, the walls were out of sight and her surroundings uninhabited. The atmosphere was the coldest she had ever felt, even the Snow Realm known as Nix couldnât compare to this eerie sensation. They had entered a forbidden realm, their recklessness had made them fearless...and foolish.
âThe eternal Kingâs sonâ she heard another creature hiss and managed to turn her head to see Arkin lying next to her. His eyes were fixated on the beast in terror. The critter lingered above him with a finger to his heart. Lola wanted to reach out and comfort him as he had done for her. Her agony was over, the demonâs had already slashed her soul with a curse. She stared at Arkin now through pained eyes of guilt, she was too stunned to move. The beast hovered above him like a floating shadow. It swayed as it spoke in its venomous hiss.
A tainted soul derived from madness
The immortal, the infinite status
A Cave, a world, the shadows wander
Two brothers, they must conquer
Trickery working in favor
From the abyss, emerges a savior
A dark crown, the throne, and an eye that is green
This realm has magic that's never been seen
She bolted upright into the present, the dark memory had realigned itself with the other stars. Lola slowly got to her feet, she was breathing unsteadily. She stared up at her galaxy for a long moment, it was a memory from her life that haunted her deeply but why would it present itself today? She shuddered, goosebumps rose on her arms and she finally hurried off in terror. As she exited her hall, she saw Tien walking out of his at the same time. He grimaced at her and pulled out a slap stick from his sweat pants pocket.
âTell me, what have I missed in the last twenty-five years? Heâs different. Heâs worse than he used to be, his curse has mocked him since the moment we returned from Maledictum. Is his prophecy coming to life?â Lola questioned. They sat in their usual spot with their legs dangling over the tower balcony. Tien took a large toke of his joint and handed it off to Lola. He cleared his throat, she could sense his hesitation on the subject.
âWhen you left, Arkin went mad. Granted heâs been that way for centuries but it got bad, Red. I worry your return was a little too late, you should have seen him. Arkin has never been one to rage but he was convinced youâd never come home. That youâd rather die... no matter, youâre here now but heâs nervous, the curse is awakening.â
Lola grimaced and took a haul of the blunt.
They glanced behind them when the balcony door crept open and Arkin stepped through. He seemed flustered as though he had just been through an argument. He plopped down next to Lola and Tien reached in front of her to hand him the slap joint. He took the stick, Lola and Tien watched him carefully as he took a large haul and blew out in exasperation. He glanced over at them with a crook brow and tossed the blunt over the balcony. Lola leaned into him for comfort and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. The three friends sat in prolonged silence awaiting for the high to take over.
After several minutes, Lola started to giggle, the haze of slap was making her giddy. âIf a creature speaks to you frantically in their native tongue, something you cannot understand, would you kiss them or slap them in response?â
Tien and Arkin exchanged a look of humoured curiosity and eyed her to continue. Lola glanced over at both of them with a smile. She looked out into the realm as she said âYou would slap them and if they got mad, you would quickly kiss them before they could do anything else.â
Arkin burst out laughing and breathed out âWhat?â
Tien chuckled and shook his head âYouâre so fucking weirdâ he muttered.
Lola shoved him playfully with her elbow âThe power of love, you hold your breath when you are kissed thus causing a daze of confusion, much like when you are slapped unexpectedly.â
âYour point in all this?â Arkin questioned through his chortle.
âMy point, dear, is which is more powerful, love or fear?â
Tien and Arkin replied simultaneous though their responses were different.
âLove.â
âFear.â
Lola breathed through her nostrils humored by their replies. âAnd the tie-breaker?â Tien questioned.
Lola shrugged âLust is a powerful demonâ she simply stated.
She sauntered down to the dungeon carelessly dragging her werewolf victim across the ground. She had just returned from her latest cleansing session which for him did not go so well. His agonizing cries were like music to her ears, she had missed their torment. At the end of the day he should be grateful. With every sin suffered, his purity would earn him light which would go well in court, for he would get a chance at Heaven. She paused outside an empty cell and took a haul of slap in blissful silence. She twirled the stick between her fingers and sighed. She nudged the door open and slid the unconscious body into the cell. âUntil later my dearâ she chimed.
She skipped down the dungeon hall observing each occupied cell and debated on her next casualty. She wasnât paying attention to where she was going and nor did she feel she had to, she was presumably the only one roaming free.
But to her surprise, she crashed into a stranger just as she turned a corner. Lola stumbled back a couple steps startled by his intrusion. She slowly looked up at him, her neck craned back to meet his gaze. He was so tall, she felt like a child standing in front of him. His golden eyes gave her an odd sense of deja vu and the way he looked at her now was in awe and confusion. He lifted a hand up to her cheek as if he was in disbelief. Lolaâs eyes widened and she brushed off his hand. She stared at him through furrowed brows and contemplated her actions. How did he get in here? Did someone forget to lock his cell? It must have been Keaira, she was notorious for leaving them unlocked. Lola shrugged and through her violet smoke she conjured a poisoned dagger and without hesitation she stabbed him in his waist. She watched as he became drowsy and collapsed to the ground. She grabbed onto his leg, they were encompassed by purple smoke and were transported to her laboratory.
Her lab resided in one of the palace towers. She was the only one in the castle who ever used it aside from her childhood when Eli would teach her ways of alchemy and Noel, the old King, taught her forms of cleansing. The lab was well equipped, it was large and circular. Half of the wall was populated with tall shelves that cut off when the roof angled into a glass domed enclosure. The shelves contained vials, books and five picture frames scattered on different shelves containing fond memories that she could admire while she worked.
One image was of her as a child with her mother and father, it was the only picture she had of her real parents. They all looked so happy, a perfect family portrait and the start to a cruel beginning. Another image was of her and Eli, Lola was around the age of fourteen when it was taken. They were in the laboratory, each holding a beaker, she recalls their names being called out and they both glanced back with grins just as the image was captured. The third picture was of her and Ariel. They sat on the edge of the pool, something they did often together with their feet in the water. Tien had taken this picture, it was candid. The girls, both over the age of a hundred, beamed at each other deep in conversation. The fourth image was of her and Tien. They sat on wooden logs next to each other midway into exchanging a slap joint as they always did. It was a perfect symbol of their relationship, casual, simple and carefree. The last image was of Lola and Arkin. It was her favorite picture of the two of them, it was sensual reflecting the nature of their relationship. It was from an erotic photoshoot they had done together a few decades ago. They both sat up, she on top of him with her thighs on either side of his body. He was shirtless wearing only boxer briefs. She wore a dark purple, satin lingerie dress, the strap dangling off her shoulder. He had a hand on the small of her back and the other on her opposite cheek as to not hide her face in the image. Lolaâs one hand was on his waist and the other around his neck. Their faces were about an inch apart, he stared at her lips in lustful desire and she stared at his eyes. There was always something eerie in the way she looked at him, as though she was captivated in the moment in an unnatural but longing passion.
The edge of the shelves also ended where a curved counter began taking up about a quarter of the space. The large surface area had beakers, mortar and pestle, retort, calcinator and other sorts of alchemy equipment. The remaining area was a wall of plants, all unique and in bunches of about a hundred different varieties, specimens from several realms. In the center of the room was an operating table, one could assume it was a lounge chair but the straps dangling at the sides suggested otherwise.
She tossed the stranger onto her operating table as if he was weightless and strapped him into place. She grabbed a pair of shears and cut off his pants and removed his undergarments. She placed a linen over his lower abdomen to his upper thigh. She paced over to a drawer and grabbed a syringe filled with white liquid. She tapped on the barrel and pressed on the plunger to test a couple drops. She walked back over to the stranger, she wrapped an elastic band around his forearm to extract some veins and inserted the needle. He looked as though he had been through an ordeal but with the serum, his body suddenly healed fully of its scars and his hygiene improved as though he had just showered. She removed the band and the needle, she tossed both materials into a nearby trash bin. She stood over him now and observed him curiously. Why did he look so familiar? She gently traced the tattooâs on his arm with her finger, she bit her lower lip as she pondered in prolonged confusion. She gave her head a shake, slap was making her delusional again. Though she couldnât help but stare at his peaceful expression, there was a sense of longing within her but why would she yearn for a stranger?
Arkin was leaning against the wall of a hallway flirting with a Nymph from Cantata. She was visiting the realm for the party and had tagged along with one of her Hunter friends. Arkin grinned crookedly at her as they spoke and typical of Arkin, she was now on his lips. He leaned into her and he pulled her closely to him as they made out for a brief moment until Arkin felt a presence passing by. He glanced up from her and politely said If you'll excuse me. he kissed her again before he turned away. He paced up next to Ariel and grasped the back of her neck tightly.
Dialog: #737373
Location: Throne Room
Walk with me Ari he stated in a low voice and forced her in his direction. She tensed beneath his hold but made no attempt to breakfree. They walked into a small ballroom and Arkin unnecessarily shoved her ahead causing her to fall on all fours. He closed the doors behind him and started to pace as he glared at her through furrowed brows. âAre you done yet?â he spat.
Ariel slowly got to her feet and brushed herself off, she scowled at him but did not respond. He closed the gap between them, Ariel took a few steps away from him but she was pinned to the wall and he towered over her.
âYou let them into my realmâ
âItâs theirs!â
He growled and backhanded her, she lost balance and stumbled to the side with a hand clasped on her cheek. He turned on his heel away from her and paced again âAfter everything Iâve done for you!â he howled.
âDone for me?â Ariel scoffed and recomposed herself âEverything youâve ever done has been for your own personal gain dear brother.â
Arkin stopped in his step and glared at her âYou are starting a warâ
âNo, just fighting a battle. You started this war years ago.â
âAll I have ever done is protect you!â
âProtect me?! Arkin, I am dead.â
âBecause of his fucking child! You are bewitched by Wrath, permanently poisoned by his madness. I have kept you here so you could cleanse, gain repentance and you mock me by inviting those abominations! You are trying to rob me of everything, give the one bastard my throne and the other my love.â
Ariel leaned against the wall and crossed her arms âI am robbing you of nothing, your wretched soul has brought you here. You could have done great things with your throne but instead all you crave is power. As for your love...you lost her eons ago, long before he ever came into her life. You know it as well as me, these things were never yours to begin with. They were granted to you temporarily.â
âYou are mocking me of my curseâ
âThen break it, youâve had centuries to do so and yet you lather in its darkness. The adrenaline of war pulses through your veins, your downfall is your own doing!â
Arkin waved his hand, Ariel was suddenly in his hold with his hand around her neck. He squeezed, his eyes turned black with rage. âYouâre done here, dear sisterâ he spat and with a little more force she erupted into a wisp. He stared at the orb in his palm for a long moment before he closed his fist and she evaporated.
After his much need slap session with his best mates, Arkin sat in his meeting room with Lola to his left and Tien to his right. They were accompanied by five of his Hunterâs from the Realm of Aquarius. There was a three dimensional holographic projection of the water realm floating in the center of the table. Arkin exasperated and waved his hand to disperse the image. He sat back in his chair and analyzed their faces âRemind me, how long have you been hunting together?â They all exchanged looks and seemed nervous to reply, Arkin gestured his hand insistently.
The merman in the center cleared his throat âNearly a centuryâ he responded.
Arkin crooked his brow and reexamined each one of their faces more carefully âAnd yet the rogueâs in the realm have multiplied. How odd, Queen Sirena is quite concerned. Aquarius hasnât experienced war in-â
âSix hundred and twelve yearsâ Lola interjected.
Arkin gave his head a nod âTherefore, I could claim that you are all lacking. However, I donât believe that is the case. You see friends, nothing brings a group closer together or further apart than the threat of one's demise. Something you have all come very close too in your time together. It changes the way we wander, doesnât it? Makes us more fearful to know that we have vulnerabilities.â
He caught one of the Hunterâs averting their gaze, he grinned crookedly and casually waved his hand. The ruby gem ripped out of the Hunterâs necklace and into Arkinâs hand. He crushed the gem in his palm as easily as if it were putty. The being let out an agonised cry and combust into thin air. Arkin hovered his closed fist over the table and let the sand remains trickle down onto the surface. He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms âNot all your friends are alliesâ he simply stated.
The Hunterâs all peered uneasily at each other and one even gulped out of fear.
âHe was breeding roguesâ Tien explained âGreed is a beast that cannot be tamed once it is unleashed.â
Arkin waved âYou are dismissed.â
The remaining four Hunterâs nodded graciously and evaporated in their clouds of smoke. Arkin glanced over at Lola who was eyeing the ashes curiously. âHow do you always know?â she questioned.
Arkin shrugged âThe deceitful are made to fall.â
Arkin paced around his throne room smoking a slap joint to dissolve his frustrations. It had been a heavy day already and the demon was quickly approaching his palace. He worried for Lola to see him again, what if oblitus wasnât strong enough? He was taking a risk to say the least but it was the final torment before his demise. Besides, what better way to torture someone than have their love hand it to them personally? A guard walked into the room, he lingered in the doorway and cleared his throat. Arkin stopped pacing to face him and gestured him forward. âThe Kitsune has arrived, my Kingâ
Arkin nodded âBring him inâ
A very drowsy Jason entered the room at the hand of two guards. He was shoved to the ground and fell at Arkinâs feet. Arkin sauntered over to his throne and took his seat. He set an elbow on one of the arms and rested his thumb beneath his chin with a finger over his mouth. âWelcome, Jasonâ Arkin unenthusiastically greeted.
He was enjoying the peace, sipping his beer and staring blankly ahead until he found himself spun around. If anything, it felt like a gentle smack on his face though he could sense her attempted force. He blinked a couple times staring at the ground next to him before he slowly averted his gaze to meet Vitaneâs raging expression. He brushed a hand through his hair and let out an exasperated sigh, slap sure knew how to fuck with his mind. He leaned back with an elbow propped up on the counter behind him and he grabbed his beer chugging about half of it. He looked Vitane up and down, he gestured and simply stated âThat dress does not flatter you.â He set his glass on the bar and crossed his arms as he analyzed her with a crooked brow. He wasnât sure how to handle her illusion, he had questions, several, such as why was she here and so furious with him? Her anger he could assume, was the result of numerous things, he was a trainwreck of mistakes after all. He didnât know where to begin, part of him wanted to pull her in and relish her apparition but Tenebris was an unkind realm and he refused to trust any of its good fortunes. Surely she wasnât one of them, she was here to torment him. Remind him of his wrongful doings, another gift from Death to mock him of his failures. He was completely zoned out as he stared at her, she was beautiful. He had missed gazing into her green eyes and in their short time together she had left an imprint on his heart. He felt relieved in a sense to see her here though she didnât deserve to wander this hellish place if she truly were dead. He reached his hand out to touch hers, she felt cold and surreal. He observed her pale skin, he pondered what to say and what to do. Apologize? Kiss her? He sighed reminding himself that he was in Tenebris, this was just another delusion to make him feel sorrowed for her lost. He scoffed at his thoughts, he was tired of letting the burden shade his momentary enjoyment. âGo ahead, state your piece, make me cry and be on your wayâ he flatly stated.
Dialog: #000066
Location: Throne Room
Surely he didnât have much time with her either before she would vanish without explanation. She wasnât truly here after all. He dropped her hand and lifted his own to his cheek, he brushed it along where she had slapped him. Finally, he recrossed his arms and stared at her under furrowed brows. He shrugged
âWhat a wicked high, not sure yet if I regret eating that flower. I mean at least youâre not as forceful as my motherâs delusion. It seems my purpose in this realm however is to get scolded and beaten by my demised loved ones. Interesting form of mockery or tactic, whatever you want to call it.â
He turned away from her slightly in annoyance and grabbed his beer again and sipped the remaining liquid.
The door rang to announce a new arrival, Jason paid no mind until the stranger plopped in the now vacant stool next to him and referred to Vitane as a smurf. Jasonâs mouth curled up into a humored grin, he had never thought of that one before. He glanced over at the newcomer when he spoke to him directly âShe your's or do I have a chance?â Jason glanced back over at Vitane, a realization of her realism clicked in his mind. He shifted his gaze between Ian and Vitane, âWait a second.â He jumped onto his feet and closed the gap between them completely. He took her face his hands, he was dumbfound as he stared at her. I mean, she did feel real. Sure she had some dark circles around her eyes and she was cold. He felt at a lost for words and dropped his hands. He fell back down onto the stool with his jaw unhinged as he stared at her with wide eyes. He peered over at Ian and pulled out the black lily from his pocket, he held it in his palm to show him âAre you high as well or is she actually here?â he questioned. He could tell the stranger was completely drunk but what did that matter? If Vitane was truly in front of him why could this newcomer see her as well? Clearly she was a ghost, left here in spite of him or to torture her for whatever reason. He grimaced and gave his head a shake from his bewilderment. âVitaneâ he breathed in awe âI thought Iâd never see you again.â
The door sounded again, a shudder trickled down his spine. Jason slowly glanced over to see two guards pacing quickly towards him. He bolted up from his seat and stood defensively in front of Vitane. As if that would accomplish anything the guard spat. He had no time to react when suddenly Vitane was pulled away through a bright light. The guard closed the gap between he and Jason. Jason raised his hand to the manâs torso and sent a shock through his body. The guard collapsed to the ground and the other was quick in front of him. He grabbed Jasonâs arm, twisted it behind his back and stabbed him in his abdomen with his sword. A growl escaped Jasonâs lips, the pain was excruciating even with his ability to heal. He was shoved against the counter and his head was pinned down on the bar. He tried to break free but he could sense another individual assisting the guard in cuffing him. They propped him up and he shouldered one in the jaw. Suddenly, a needle punctured his neck and he was injected with black serum. He felt woozy, his sight grew dazed and he became limp.
He was fully conscious as they dragged him across the realm but he was immobile. He hung his head and his legs dragged behind him. The guards made crude remarks towards him and talked proudly of themselves. He glared through heavy eyes, where were they taking him? To the dungeons? To be tortured again? To be killed? He peeked up slightly through strands of hair and could see the castle through his clouded vision. He wanted to groan, fucksakes he thought bitterly.
The entrance door of the castle was propped open and he was now gliding across the dragon glass flooring. They transported him beneath the arch of the conjoined staircase, through a narrow hall and finally he found himself in the throne room. They shoved him forward and he stumbled flat to the ground. The floor felt cool beneath his cheek and he could sense a presence hovering above him. He heard a door close from behind, he blinked a few times searching for strength. His muscles felt flimsy and out of his control but he was able now to prop himself to sit on the back of his legs. He observed the stranger through groggy eyes as he took his place at his throne and welcomed him.
âIn...â he muttered.
âSpeak up Jasonâ the stranger demanded aggressively, his voice was surprisingly low and intimidating.
âIn my defenseâ Jason nearly shouted, he couldnât feel his lips move and was startled by his own voice. He uneasily cleared his throat and continued to speak âI didnât want to come here. To this realm, I mean.â
The King chuckled in mockery at him and asked âThen why are you here?â
âDragged...against my will, seems to be the themeâŠâ he muttered and trailed off as his eyes wandered across the room. There were large windows to the left side of him draped in deep golden curtains all tucked neatly with black tassels. The throne was on a navy carpeted platform of three steps, it was large in height and unique in detail. The throne was silver, the cushion was black and within the silver metal were designs of skulls and bones. To his left were four portraits in which one in particular caught his heavy eyes. It was his mother, she was youthful in appearance and there was an unfamiliar innocence gleaming in her eyes. She looked beautiful but what the hell was her painting doing here? His eyes shifted to the one next to hers, it was of another woman. She had immortal youth, her violet eyes were captivating and her facial features mimicked that of Ariel. He observed the two remaining portraits slowly piecing together an unexpected realization. His brow crooked and he gazed up at Arkin âSince whenâ he mumbled and cleared his throat again, speaking seemed increasingly more difficult Since when does mom have a brother?â
Arkin smirked âPrecisely thirteen minutes after she was born.â
Jason eyed him in slight disbelief but goosebumps rose on his arms, what the dark elf had spoken made sense to him now. He was part Fallen and not only did his mom have a twin but he was the God of Death. He felt as though he was gaping stupidly and attempted to close his mouth. He couldnât tell whether or not he was drooling at this point but the haze grew evermore controlling.
âArkin, is my nameâ he introduced.
Jason shrugged uneasily âI donât careâ he muttered. âWhat-what did you do to Vitane? Why is she in this realm...she should...she-she should be inâ he breathed âHeavenâ
âShe spent the last few months of her life clinging to a Demon. Do you truly think her soul is pure?â Arkin retorted.
Jasonâs head hung against his will, he forced it up uneasily and locked his gaze with Arkin âYesâ he breathed in almost pleading tone.
Arkin grinned at him crookedly, a look of malice gleamed in his eyes. âIf youâre sure. Maybe I should send her to Lola first, to be certainâ
Jason felt raged and he growled âDonât you fucking hurt herâ he spat. His heart felt like it was erupting out of his chest at the adrenaline but it was brief. He had tensed up and furrowed his brows but dropped back on his knees in weakened defeat.
âCareful, Demonâ
Jason grimaced, the way he called him Demon was venomous and distasteful. It sounded harsh and he understood now slightly why Forrest was always bothered by it.
âDonât worry, I have special plans for her. Besides, Lola is preoccupied with your brother at the moment. Which reminds meâ Arkin whistled and a guard came back in. He got to his feet and gestured towards Jason, the guard strided up to the Kitsune and grabbed onto his arm âTake him to the colosseum dungeon, I could use some entertainment.â
Jason attempted to nudge away from the guard but his effort was useless. He was completely drowsy now, his sight grew blurred. He felt himself being pulled and a moment later he fell into unconsciousness.
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