Infernus: Damcyan Bathed In a World of Fire (BL RP)
Blue Legacy entry, all neat and polished up from the previous post in my LJ. =D
[ WARNING: NSFW, and possible touchy subject matter lingering within. ]
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“You only prolong your death, wench,” a voice hissed, a hand still raised - the other gripped tightly around his weapon. “Master Golbez does not take such impertinence too lightly!”
The Queen of Damcyan weakly looked up at the soldier from the floor, her sun-kissed face twisted in pain. The blood that soaked the once-lovely locks of her golden-blonde hair was still running freely from where the Red Wing corporal had harshly struck her with the blunt end of his sword, marring the granite ground, and intertwining with that of her slain bodyguards next to her.
“But I’ve already told you!“ Melody attempted to sit up, but was met with the soldier’s hand across her face, forcing her back into the mess of her own blood. “It’s… It’s within the audience chamber, with the rest of the artifacts of Damcyan! Honestly!”
“Lies!” The Red Wing shouted, kicking her roughly in the side. “You would not have such a treasure out in the open! How many times do I keep telling you that!
"You know, I should make an example of you,” he whispered, reaching down to roughly pull her to her knees. A sickening grin cracked his face, revealing several grotesque rows of teeth, and the queen (quite dizzy from blood loss) could've sworn she saw the green face of a hooligan exchanged with that of the Red Wing soldier.
“You’re a queen of a powerless nation right now; any pride you have left is not worthy!”
Melody’s whole body ached - at the moment, she wanted noting more than to impale herself on the soldier’s weapon, just to get the damned throbbing in her head to halt - and it continued to scream in pain as she looked around, helplessly. Her guards had been slain by various other Red Wing soldiers, of which who were raiding the rest of the fallen compound.
And the king... My king...
“You bastard,” she whispered. Her beautiful anteroom was nothing more than a grey blur now, as was the honorless soldier eagerly eyeing her.
It was hard to believe that just a day ago, the people of Damcyan had celebrated the marriage of the crown prince Edward, to the daughter of Sage Tellah, Anna - the celebration taking place in this very room. Had she known that such atrocities would come from two lives joining into one, they certainly would've celebrated elsewhere.
"Gilbert will come soon." She couldn't help but smile, thinking of her husband. The blessed union that took place between Edward and Anna reminded her of her own, with the king - then clothed in the rich silver armor of a knight - repeating the same honoring vows to her in front of the Fire jewel. Watching the marriage not only strengthened her reassurance that she could pass knowing that Damcyan would have an heir to the throne after Edward, but, also, made her fall in love with the diplomatic soldier even more.
Yes, he'll come and rescue me, like he did before! You -will- die.
“Gilbert is dead,” the soldier replied, his voice full of glee. His smile grew wider as the one on Melody's face erased into disbelief. “The crown prince and princess-escort will soon join him. You’re all alone now, my queen.”
The queen’s eyes were becoming heavy, but she didn‘t miss the sound of the sword clattering against the ground, nor the frenzy at which the guard grabbed for his trouser buckle. Everything in her screamed for mercy, yet that other side of morals begged that she evade the soldier, and escape for her life.
The former won, and pelted her with the bitterness of damnation.
I’m sorry Gilbert, Edward. Anna, please take care of my son. Escape this mess, and rebuild Damcyan.
I pray that you have both made it out alive…
She was just about to fall forward in defeat when a gurgling sound came from her captor. Her eyes shifted up, only to be pulled forward as the soldier’s body fell in a bloody heap to where she had been.
“Melody!”
“Gilbert,” the Damcyani queen breathed, wrapping her arms around the familiar comfort of his body. The face of Damcyan’s king bore down into her through the blur, a concerned glare behind the blond mustache and beard that masked his normally peaceful visage. “I… I thought…”
“He has hurt you,” Gilbert replied quietly, angrily. He was suffering deep cuts from where debris had flew when the Red Wings’ airships bombed overhead the compound. The sight of Melody shoved that pain aside, and he moved to spit on the soldier’s corpse, wanting nothing more than to kill the bastard again. "I'm sorry, my dear, that I wasn't here sooner. To think of what he might of done to you if I hadn't shown up!"
“Gilbert, what of Edward and Anna?“ Melody rested her head on the king’s shoulder, trying hard not to give in to the beckoning of sleep that called for her. The doings of the soldier were of little concern to her now that Gilbert had her in his arms. At least I can sleep in peace, now that you're here to protect me... “They -are- on the hovercraft to Kaipo, aren’t they?”
The king stroked her hair, unabashed by the blood that smeared his fingers through the locks. All that mattered to him now that he had found Melody again (three times in the past two days, at that), and he wasn't about to let her go again. "We both saw them drive off together, love. They should be near the shallows by now."
“Tell Edward that I love him, Gilbert. Tell him that I'm sorry..."
"Don't talk like that!" He stayed for a moment, holding her close, then reminding himself there'd be time to comfort one another later. "We're both going to make it out of here, and rejoin them in Kaipo," he added, hoisting her into his arms, cradling. Light blue eyes took one last look around, saddened by the stench of death and wafting smoke that marred the room, and then headed for the door, ready for the fire.
What he got was a bit more than either expected.
“You'll rejoin them, of course... In hell."
Gilbert stopped - his arms tightened around Melody to keep her from wasting her strength, and to keep her close. A man clad in dark armor was standing in the doorway, an arrow knocked on his crossbow. His facial features were shadowed by the horned helmet he wore, and the tufts of smoke that were pouring through.
“Where is the Crystal of Fire, King von Muir?” He asked simply, moving forward. The arrow stayed pointed at the royals. “My men have torn this place apart, looking for it.”
He stiffened. The thought of the arrow hurting his desert jewel scared him, and he moved her to his shoulder. “I… I’ve told your men that it is in --”
Melody let out a scream as her husband fell backward onto the ground, clinging to him out of fear. The armored man’s arrow protruded from his chest, and she was certain for the worst.
No... NO! Not you! NOT my cornerstone! I can't lose you...!
“Yes, King, you’ve told them it is in the audience chamber, as I have heard,” he responded as though coddling an infant. “Too bad we have destroyed this place in such a manner we know where nothing is.”
The queen could hear running, and heavy breathing, but she didn‘t care to look up. “Master Golbez, I bring news!”
A swish of a cape. “What is it?”
“We’ve found Prince von Muir, and the girl!” The voice replied, filled with uncertainty. “They have separated - the girl can cast spells, and the boy is capable of using a dagger.”
Melody lifted her head ever-so slightly at the news: how could her son and daughter-in-law be so stupid as to come back to the castle! Didn't they know that coming back here would result in their deaths?
Damcyan needs you, Edward. It's too late for us. Melody's fingers curled around Gilbert's hand, clammy despite the heat that raged around them. The fires outside the room were inching closer now, warmth spreading through the cobbled floor. Get out of here while you still can!
“Kill the prince. I’ll deal with the girl myself,” Golbez replied.
No... Not you; not you, my son... Fingers let go, and fell lifelessly to the ground. Too late... Too late...
As the soldier dashed away, the clad man stepped slowly to the fallen royals. “Too bad you can’t live to see your only son die - a pity, really. The legacy of the great kingdom of Damcyan will end here tonight.”
Gilbert’s eyes slowly opened, light blue meeting with the similar fringes of Golbez's cape. “Go to hell... You son of a bitch!” He coughed, gurgling blood.
“After you,” Golbez replied, moving towards the door. “Set this room to fire, and seal it off - if they want to play with fire, then we shall let them,” he added to another soldier. “When all is over, put their bodies on display to let all who witness know that the Red Wings are not a force to be trifled with!”
Everything had a darker tint to it now, though neither Damcyani noble was sure if it was the smoke rising from the fire the soldiers were setting to various paintings and tapestries in the room, or the call of their own deaths that were looming ahead in a circle of light. Pathetically, they clung to one another, heat melding into cold, and vermillion into black.
As the door screeched against the floor to conclude their demise, the queen of Damcyan reached for her king's fingers once more, though now they brushed softly against his union band, and over the smaller solitaires of rubies representing the Fire crystal. Gilbert had long stopped breathing, and she was sure she would as well. He had passed with an arm around her, and she wasn't afraid.
Life flashed unceremoniously through her shut eyes, each thought ending with life and the Fire crystal. The ruby jewel had witnessed everything, from the birth of a nation lasting seven generations, to the pending end of one as it had been in those days past. Everything was playing out right with minor adjustments, as though the grand finale in an encore of opera.
So many blessings in one lifetime. How fitting it was they'd die with it.
[ WARNING: NSFW, and possible touchy subject matter lingering within. ]
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“You only prolong your death, wench,” a voice hissed, a hand still raised - the other gripped tightly around his weapon. “Master Golbez does not take such impertinence too lightly!”
The Queen of Damcyan weakly looked up at the soldier from the floor, her sun-kissed face twisted in pain. The blood that soaked the once-lovely locks of her golden-blonde hair was still running freely from where the Red Wing corporal had harshly struck her with the blunt end of his sword, marring the granite ground, and intertwining with that of her slain bodyguards next to her.
“But I’ve already told you!“ Melody attempted to sit up, but was met with the soldier’s hand across her face, forcing her back into the mess of her own blood. “It’s… It’s within the audience chamber, with the rest of the artifacts of Damcyan! Honestly!”
“Lies!” The Red Wing shouted, kicking her roughly in the side. “You would not have such a treasure out in the open! How many times do I keep telling you that!
"You know, I should make an example of you,” he whispered, reaching down to roughly pull her to her knees. A sickening grin cracked his face, revealing several grotesque rows of teeth, and the queen (quite dizzy from blood loss) could've sworn she saw the green face of a hooligan exchanged with that of the Red Wing soldier.
“You’re a queen of a powerless nation right now; any pride you have left is not worthy!”
Melody’s whole body ached - at the moment, she wanted noting more than to impale herself on the soldier’s weapon, just to get the damned throbbing in her head to halt - and it continued to scream in pain as she looked around, helplessly. Her guards had been slain by various other Red Wing soldiers, of which who were raiding the rest of the fallen compound.
And the king... My king...
“You bastard,” she whispered. Her beautiful anteroom was nothing more than a grey blur now, as was the honorless soldier eagerly eyeing her.
It was hard to believe that just a day ago, the people of Damcyan had celebrated the marriage of the crown prince Edward, to the daughter of Sage Tellah, Anna - the celebration taking place in this very room. Had she known that such atrocities would come from two lives joining into one, they certainly would've celebrated elsewhere.
"Gilbert will come soon." She couldn't help but smile, thinking of her husband. The blessed union that took place between Edward and Anna reminded her of her own, with the king - then clothed in the rich silver armor of a knight - repeating the same honoring vows to her in front of the Fire jewel. Watching the marriage not only strengthened her reassurance that she could pass knowing that Damcyan would have an heir to the throne after Edward, but, also, made her fall in love with the diplomatic soldier even more.
Yes, he'll come and rescue me, like he did before! You -will- die.
“Gilbert is dead,” the soldier replied, his voice full of glee. His smile grew wider as the one on Melody's face erased into disbelief. “The crown prince and princess-escort will soon join him. You’re all alone now, my queen.”
The queen’s eyes were becoming heavy, but she didn‘t miss the sound of the sword clattering against the ground, nor the frenzy at which the guard grabbed for his trouser buckle. Everything in her screamed for mercy, yet that other side of morals begged that she evade the soldier, and escape for her life.
The former won, and pelted her with the bitterness of damnation.
I’m sorry Gilbert, Edward. Anna, please take care of my son. Escape this mess, and rebuild Damcyan.
I pray that you have both made it out alive…
She was just about to fall forward in defeat when a gurgling sound came from her captor. Her eyes shifted up, only to be pulled forward as the soldier’s body fell in a bloody heap to where she had been.
“Melody!”
“Gilbert,” the Damcyani queen breathed, wrapping her arms around the familiar comfort of his body. The face of Damcyan’s king bore down into her through the blur, a concerned glare behind the blond mustache and beard that masked his normally peaceful visage. “I… I thought…”
“He has hurt you,” Gilbert replied quietly, angrily. He was suffering deep cuts from where debris had flew when the Red Wings’ airships bombed overhead the compound. The sight of Melody shoved that pain aside, and he moved to spit on the soldier’s corpse, wanting nothing more than to kill the bastard again. "I'm sorry, my dear, that I wasn't here sooner. To think of what he might of done to you if I hadn't shown up!"
“Gilbert, what of Edward and Anna?“ Melody rested her head on the king’s shoulder, trying hard not to give in to the beckoning of sleep that called for her. The doings of the soldier were of little concern to her now that Gilbert had her in his arms. At least I can sleep in peace, now that you're here to protect me... “They -are- on the hovercraft to Kaipo, aren’t they?”
The king stroked her hair, unabashed by the blood that smeared his fingers through the locks. All that mattered to him now that he had found Melody again (three times in the past two days, at that), and he wasn't about to let her go again. "We both saw them drive off together, love. They should be near the shallows by now."
“Tell Edward that I love him, Gilbert. Tell him that I'm sorry..."
"Don't talk like that!" He stayed for a moment, holding her close, then reminding himself there'd be time to comfort one another later. "We're both going to make it out of here, and rejoin them in Kaipo," he added, hoisting her into his arms, cradling. Light blue eyes took one last look around, saddened by the stench of death and wafting smoke that marred the room, and then headed for the door, ready for the fire.
What he got was a bit more than either expected.
“You'll rejoin them, of course... In hell."
Gilbert stopped - his arms tightened around Melody to keep her from wasting her strength, and to keep her close. A man clad in dark armor was standing in the doorway, an arrow knocked on his crossbow. His facial features were shadowed by the horned helmet he wore, and the tufts of smoke that were pouring through.
“Where is the Crystal of Fire, King von Muir?” He asked simply, moving forward. The arrow stayed pointed at the royals. “My men have torn this place apart, looking for it.”
He stiffened. The thought of the arrow hurting his desert jewel scared him, and he moved her to his shoulder. “I… I’ve told your men that it is in --”
Melody let out a scream as her husband fell backward onto the ground, clinging to him out of fear. The armored man’s arrow protruded from his chest, and she was certain for the worst.
No... NO! Not you! NOT my cornerstone! I can't lose you...!
“Yes, King, you’ve told them it is in the audience chamber, as I have heard,” he responded as though coddling an infant. “Too bad we have destroyed this place in such a manner we know where nothing is.”
The queen could hear running, and heavy breathing, but she didn‘t care to look up. “Master Golbez, I bring news!”
A swish of a cape. “What is it?”
“We’ve found Prince von Muir, and the girl!” The voice replied, filled with uncertainty. “They have separated - the girl can cast spells, and the boy is capable of using a dagger.”
Melody lifted her head ever-so slightly at the news: how could her son and daughter-in-law be so stupid as to come back to the castle! Didn't they know that coming back here would result in their deaths?
Damcyan needs you, Edward. It's too late for us. Melody's fingers curled around Gilbert's hand, clammy despite the heat that raged around them. The fires outside the room were inching closer now, warmth spreading through the cobbled floor. Get out of here while you still can!
“Kill the prince. I’ll deal with the girl myself,” Golbez replied.
No... Not you; not you, my son... Fingers let go, and fell lifelessly to the ground. Too late... Too late...
As the soldier dashed away, the clad man stepped slowly to the fallen royals. “Too bad you can’t live to see your only son die - a pity, really. The legacy of the great kingdom of Damcyan will end here tonight.”
Gilbert’s eyes slowly opened, light blue meeting with the similar fringes of Golbez's cape. “Go to hell... You son of a bitch!” He coughed, gurgling blood.
“After you,” Golbez replied, moving towards the door. “Set this room to fire, and seal it off - if they want to play with fire, then we shall let them,” he added to another soldier. “When all is over, put their bodies on display to let all who witness know that the Red Wings are not a force to be trifled with!”
Everything had a darker tint to it now, though neither Damcyani noble was sure if it was the smoke rising from the fire the soldiers were setting to various paintings and tapestries in the room, or the call of their own deaths that were looming ahead in a circle of light. Pathetically, they clung to one another, heat melding into cold, and vermillion into black.
As the door screeched against the floor to conclude their demise, the queen of Damcyan reached for her king's fingers once more, though now they brushed softly against his union band, and over the smaller solitaires of rubies representing the Fire crystal. Gilbert had long stopped breathing, and she was sure she would as well. He had passed with an arm around her, and she wasn't afraid.
Life flashed unceremoniously through her shut eyes, each thought ending with life and the Fire crystal. The ruby jewel had witnessed everything, from the birth of a nation lasting seven generations, to the pending end of one as it had been in those days past. Everything was playing out right with minor adjustments, as though the grand finale in an encore of opera.
So many blessings in one lifetime. How fitting it was they'd die with it.