Surviving the Horrors - Narrative
The Regent finally sat up in his chair, scrubbing a rough hand across his face, studiously ignoring the wet stains on his cheeks. He inhaled a ragged breath, blinking back further sorrows from already red eyes. Staring around, he realize that the sound had brought him from the misery. The gentle ping on the roof of his palace.
It was raining.
Slowly staggering to his feet, the Regent stumbled jerkily to the window, staring outside with something akin to wonder. His city was still burning, but the rains had now come, and the horrors stalking the streets would soon vanish. ...or so he devoutly hoped.
Inhaling a deep breath, he voiced the question into the silence. "God, is it finally over?"
Not yet., came the answer, ghostly and bone chillingly cold from some shadow across the room.
Although his fists curled in suppressed anger, the Regent knew better than to retort. The damned fiend had the most uncanny way of reading thoughts.
Yes, he heard again, in that same slight smug tone, you know full well the consequences of trying my...patience. A pause, then musing somewhat clinically, One would believe you inured to such...suffering by now.
That, however, made him turn about, gaze hard and posture menacing, although he could no more harm the shadow than he could walk on water. "Don't mock me!" he grated. "This is beyond mortal madness, and you bloody well know it!"
The answer was as he'd expected; the shocking cold wind knocked him back against the wall and held him there, the black void slowly approaching. The Regent felt his bones numbing, blood slowly turning sluggish in his veins and he gasped for air.
Unable to speak, he threw words at the figure, praying to a God he no longer believed in. You bring them here for your amusement! Not out of any real need! You watch them fight, die, and be reborn in your image, just out of curiosity!
He fought a whimper as the power crushed upon his lungs; stars exploded in his vision. But just before it seemed he'd implode into his own body, the chill released and he crumpled to the floor, hearing the voice resonate in his head once more.
You serve my purpose, such is the only reason you live still. Or have you forgotten our agreement, all those eons ago? Your redemption is hardly secure - best you recall such. Any fool can govern this playhouse, I need not suffer your questionable morality.
The Regent lay on the floor gasping, eyes closed and fighting to regain his breath. He'd heard all of this before, countless times over. And it was always the same. Fate was a wheel, after all, and it rolled on, regardless of those caught in its track.
Notes:
The Nights of Horror persists. But the rain has begun, and the fires of Paradise are slowly extinguishing. Yet the Reapers still haunt the city, and will do so until conditions are met. There have been many casualties and still more may fall before the end.
Be sure to finish up any posts/logs/threads as soon as possible, for then when the conditions are met, those will be closed off and kills from those hunts will no longer be accepted.
It was raining.
Slowly staggering to his feet, the Regent stumbled jerkily to the window, staring outside with something akin to wonder. His city was still burning, but the rains had now come, and the horrors stalking the streets would soon vanish. ...or so he devoutly hoped.
Inhaling a deep breath, he voiced the question into the silence. "God, is it finally over?"
Not yet., came the answer, ghostly and bone chillingly cold from some shadow across the room.
Although his fists curled in suppressed anger, the Regent knew better than to retort. The damned fiend had the most uncanny way of reading thoughts.
Yes, he heard again, in that same slight smug tone, you know full well the consequences of trying my...patience. A pause, then musing somewhat clinically, One would believe you inured to such...suffering by now.
That, however, made him turn about, gaze hard and posture menacing, although he could no more harm the shadow than he could walk on water. "Don't mock me!" he grated. "This is beyond mortal madness, and you bloody well know it!"
The answer was as he'd expected; the shocking cold wind knocked him back against the wall and held him there, the black void slowly approaching. The Regent felt his bones numbing, blood slowly turning sluggish in his veins and he gasped for air.
Unable to speak, he threw words at the figure, praying to a God he no longer believed in. You bring them here for your amusement! Not out of any real need! You watch them fight, die, and be reborn in your image, just out of curiosity!
He fought a whimper as the power crushed upon his lungs; stars exploded in his vision. But just before it seemed he'd implode into his own body, the chill released and he crumpled to the floor, hearing the voice resonate in his head once more.
You serve my purpose, such is the only reason you live still. Or have you forgotten our agreement, all those eons ago? Your redemption is hardly secure - best you recall such. Any fool can govern this playhouse, I need not suffer your questionable morality.
The Regent lay on the floor gasping, eyes closed and fighting to regain his breath. He'd heard all of this before, countless times over. And it was always the same. Fate was a wheel, after all, and it rolled on, regardless of those caught in its track.
Notes:
The Nights of Horror persists. But the rain has begun, and the fires of Paradise are slowly extinguishing. Yet the Reapers still haunt the city, and will do so until conditions are met. There have been many casualties and still more may fall before the end.
Be sure to finish up any posts/logs/threads as soon as possible, for then when the conditions are met, those will be closed off and kills from those hunts will no longer be accepted.