I didn't know where to post this...
8D I think I'll post it here first..
Title: Hell's Bells
Wordcount: 989
Theme: 154. Fearful vengeance
POV: Third person
BGM: nothing really.
Notes: ...ahurrhurrhurr...
He remembered where this mess began. It had happened a few weeks ago in a small town whose name he barely remembered. All he could remember about it were the birds and the number of temples they had found there. The birds were creepy and the temples seemed rather run down at best. Still, he had no choice. His brother wanted to wander around this particular town so wander they did. What caught his attention however, was the voice of one single mortal who seemed to be giving a speech in the town square.
At this, Skye and Lucifer paused.
"I can take him on! I can take on the dark lord and his brother any time!"
Lucifer watched the mortal with a raised eyebrow. "Personally, I don't want him to take us anywhere." he said with a snort as he tapped his foot. Hearing challenges like these were quite commonplace. In a world where mortals were proud and believed what they could about their own abilities, nothing surprised Lucifer anymore. With a sigh, the prince turned around.This was starting to bore him.
Skye, however, seemed to be rather intrigued by the idiot's claims.
The prince watched his brother and tried to make head or tail of the mortal's rambling. It went through one ear and out the other. Nothing made sense to him. It was merely a mortal showing off yet again.
"Skye, let's go." he sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
The Lord of Chaos raised a hand to still his brother. "Just a moment. This idiot annoys me." he murmured.
"Why? He's the same as any other mortal who dared think himself greater than the gods."
At this, the mortal raised his voice once more. "I have learned a charm from the true gods! It allows me to bind any demon, any dark god at all!"
At this, Skye turned his attention back to his brother. He seemed torn between amusement, annoyance and sheer rage. Lucifer felt a twitch in his right eye.
"Oh it is on." the prince replied, frowning.
Normally, the Lord of Chaos was a patient man. Despite his name, he was not known for being the sort to smite you where you stand should you cross him. Of course, it has always been said that the quiet ones often blew up the loudest. Such was the case with Skye Fiinix. It took much to anger him but it was said that if you had succeeded, you would know. Hail to the king of the dark court. said the ancient scriptures written by Heretic scribes in centuries past. His vengeance is as clear as a bell that rings in the desert..
No bells rang in the grand hall of Averni that day. Nothing dared to make a sound. The time bomb had begun to tick. Someone had managed to ignite the Dark Lord's normally dormant temper. Lucifer watched as his brother paced in silence. Silver eyes had turned to gold and several deep red marks had begun to appear on the king's pale skin. The Prince tipped a bit of ash off the end of his cigarette and slipped it back between his lips. His brother continued to pace. Back and forth, back and forth... Lucifer continued to watch until he could take it no longer. He was starting to feel just the teeniest bit of nausea from the repeated movement.
"Skye," he finally sighed. "Why does it matter what this human says? Mortals say things like this all the time."
The Lord of Chaos stopped pacing and looked up. Indeed, what his brother said was true. What did it matter to him, what sort of boastful claims a simple mortal had suddenly declared? Why did he feel that he had to prove himself to this fool, that he had to show that indeed he was a force to be reckoned with?
Then again, his brother was the devil.
Pride could always be the simple answer to all of this.
With a sigh, Skye buried his face in his hand and massaged his temples. There were other reasons as well, reasons he chose not to disclose to his brother for fear of an explosion in whichever room they were in at the time or perhaps a rain of herring in the mortal's living room. Some part of him was wishing for the herring.
Much to Lucifer's chagrin, the King began to pace once more. With a sigh, the Prince threw his hands up in resignation and leaned against the wall once more. Perhaps there was no helping it.
Later that night, a tower burned in a small town with creepy birds and run down temples. The neighbors were deaf to the sounds of the fire. Their homes seemed safe from a blaze that could easily level the entire town. Strange as it was, the fires seemed to engulf the tower and the tower alone. Within the highest room of the tower, a mortal screamed as two figures approached him. They stood amongst the flames, untouched and unharmed.
One stood over him with a sword drawn, eyes golden and gleaming. The other stood by the door, blocking his only chance of escape from the inferno.
"Well...? Where is that almighty spell that you claim can seal the dark gods...?" asked the figure with the sword.
The mortal cowered, trapped between a wall and the god. "How... how can this be...?" he stammered, glancing around for a weapon or a means of escape. There was none. The figure by the door curved his lips into a sneer. His arms were folded across his chest. His eyes were hate-filled and crimson.
"That spell was supposed to work on all demons!" the mortal cried.
A smirk appeared on Sivakl'coat's lips. "Foolish boy..." he whispered, "I am no demon."
He took a step closer. The flames burned even higher.
"I am a god."
He raised his blade.
Title: Hell's Bells
Wordcount: 989
Theme: 154. Fearful vengeance
POV: Third person
BGM: nothing really.
Notes: ...ahurrhurrhurr...
He remembered where this mess began. It had happened a few weeks ago in a small town whose name he barely remembered. All he could remember about it were the birds and the number of temples they had found there. The birds were creepy and the temples seemed rather run down at best. Still, he had no choice. His brother wanted to wander around this particular town so wander they did. What caught his attention however, was the voice of one single mortal who seemed to be giving a speech in the town square.
At this, Skye and Lucifer paused.
"I can take him on! I can take on the dark lord and his brother any time!"
Lucifer watched the mortal with a raised eyebrow. "Personally, I don't want him to take us anywhere." he said with a snort as he tapped his foot. Hearing challenges like these were quite commonplace. In a world where mortals were proud and believed what they could about their own abilities, nothing surprised Lucifer anymore. With a sigh, the prince turned around.This was starting to bore him.
Skye, however, seemed to be rather intrigued by the idiot's claims.
The prince watched his brother and tried to make head or tail of the mortal's rambling. It went through one ear and out the other. Nothing made sense to him. It was merely a mortal showing off yet again.
"Skye, let's go." he sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
The Lord of Chaos raised a hand to still his brother. "Just a moment. This idiot annoys me." he murmured.
"Why? He's the same as any other mortal who dared think himself greater than the gods."
At this, the mortal raised his voice once more. "I have learned a charm from the true gods! It allows me to bind any demon, any dark god at all!"
At this, Skye turned his attention back to his brother. He seemed torn between amusement, annoyance and sheer rage. Lucifer felt a twitch in his right eye.
"Oh it is on." the prince replied, frowning.
Normally, the Lord of Chaos was a patient man. Despite his name, he was not known for being the sort to smite you where you stand should you cross him. Of course, it has always been said that the quiet ones often blew up the loudest. Such was the case with Skye Fiinix. It took much to anger him but it was said that if you had succeeded, you would know. Hail to the king of the dark court. said the ancient scriptures written by Heretic scribes in centuries past. His vengeance is as clear as a bell that rings in the desert..
No bells rang in the grand hall of Averni that day. Nothing dared to make a sound. The time bomb had begun to tick. Someone had managed to ignite the Dark Lord's normally dormant temper. Lucifer watched as his brother paced in silence. Silver eyes had turned to gold and several deep red marks had begun to appear on the king's pale skin. The Prince tipped a bit of ash off the end of his cigarette and slipped it back between his lips. His brother continued to pace. Back and forth, back and forth... Lucifer continued to watch until he could take it no longer. He was starting to feel just the teeniest bit of nausea from the repeated movement.
"Skye," he finally sighed. "Why does it matter what this human says? Mortals say things like this all the time."
The Lord of Chaos stopped pacing and looked up. Indeed, what his brother said was true. What did it matter to him, what sort of boastful claims a simple mortal had suddenly declared? Why did he feel that he had to prove himself to this fool, that he had to show that indeed he was a force to be reckoned with?
Then again, his brother was the devil.
Pride could always be the simple answer to all of this.
With a sigh, Skye buried his face in his hand and massaged his temples. There were other reasons as well, reasons he chose not to disclose to his brother for fear of an explosion in whichever room they were in at the time or perhaps a rain of herring in the mortal's living room. Some part of him was wishing for the herring.
Much to Lucifer's chagrin, the King began to pace once more. With a sigh, the Prince threw his hands up in resignation and leaned against the wall once more. Perhaps there was no helping it.
Later that night, a tower burned in a small town with creepy birds and run down temples. The neighbors were deaf to the sounds of the fire. Their homes seemed safe from a blaze that could easily level the entire town. Strange as it was, the fires seemed to engulf the tower and the tower alone. Within the highest room of the tower, a mortal screamed as two figures approached him. They stood amongst the flames, untouched and unharmed.
One stood over him with a sword drawn, eyes golden and gleaming. The other stood by the door, blocking his only chance of escape from the inferno.
"Well...? Where is that almighty spell that you claim can seal the dark gods...?" asked the figure with the sword.
The mortal cowered, trapped between a wall and the god. "How... how can this be...?" he stammered, glancing around for a weapon or a means of escape. There was none. The figure by the door curved his lips into a sneer. His arms were folded across his chest. His eyes were hate-filled and crimson.
"That spell was supposed to work on all demons!" the mortal cried.
A smirk appeared on Sivakl'coat's lips. "Foolish boy..." he whispered, "I am no demon."
He took a step closer. The flames burned even higher.
"I am a god."
He raised his blade.