The goddess slips from her soul and something goes wrong. Something pulled her elsewhere. Somewhere dark which threatens to invade her soul
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Eddie wakes up to see the red sky above him. He sits up and rubs his head, trying to remember what happened.
"Oh no, did we lose?" He says out loud as he stands up. Was this Hell? It did not quite look like what he had pictured, and there was no Neron in sight. Eddie found himself at an intersection in the middle of a city. The buildings looked decrepit, the cars seemed to be abandoned, and there was no one in sight. He shrugs and begins to walk off in one direction, hoping to run into someone eventually.
"Huh?" Eddie looks around to see Raven, and he smiles with relief. "Raven! I'm glad I'm not alone. Where are we? What happened? I thought we were fighting Black Lanterns."
Elsewhere...make_contactNovember 15 2011, 05:39:16 UTC
Joseph jolts awake to the sensation of nails raking through his hair. It's a soothing rhythmic petting like one might ruffle to head and ears of a dog in affection. The heat of the hand that touches him is what puts him on edge.
He ducks from beneath the touch, pulling away to sit up and blearily look around. He feels weavy, not quite together...
He takes in the vast ruined hall that he's seated near the front of, the broken down throne he was leaned against and the striking and altogether vicious looking woman seated in it. She bears the six glowing eyes of Trigon and fixes them all on him with a wicked smile curving her lips.
Joseph thinks 'what the hell...?'
He SAYS "What the hell...?" then grasps at his throat in surprise.
He grasps at his throat, pulling away from her touch to scramble up onto his knees on the slick satins. He swallows down a surge of terror at her tone, at the stomach-churning realization of why the room they are in feels so familiar...
She looms above him, dark and volatile, and just beyond her hang a lone reminder of the room in it's original state. The portraits that long ago lined the hall are still mounted, scorched and curled by fire, tatters all that remain.
"...who are you?" He looks back to her, awe and fear mixed on his face.
She frowns. Everyone on Earth knows this already. "I am an extension of Trigon. I need no name. Most people call me 'The Herald.'"
"You like the pictures?" She notices. "It amuses me to keep potraits of those came before." something in her tone when talking about them is "off." Her bravado and power may convince most people she is cavalier, but his ears hear something else - loniless, perhaps even discontentment.
"This room. You think you know it." It's not a question.
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"Oh no, did we lose?" He says out loud as he stands up. Was this Hell? It did not quite look like what he had pictured, and there was no Neron in sight. Eddie found himself at an intersection in the middle of a city. The buildings looked decrepit, the cars seemed to be abandoned, and there was no one in sight. He shrugs and begins to walk off in one direction, hoping to run into someone eventually.
"Man this place is creepy..."
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He ducks from beneath the touch, pulling away to sit up and blearily look around. He feels weavy, not quite together...
He takes in the vast ruined hall that he's seated near the front of, the broken down throne he was leaned against and the striking and altogether vicious looking woman seated in it. She bears the six glowing eyes of Trigon and fixes them all on him with a wicked smile curving her lips.
Joseph thinks 'what the hell...?'
He SAYS "What the hell...?" then grasps at his throat in surprise.
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She looms above him, dark and volatile, and just beyond her hang a lone reminder of the room in it's original state. The portraits that long ago lined the hall are still mounted, scorched and curled by fire, tatters all that remain.
"...who are you?" He looks back to her, awe and fear mixed on his face.
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"You like the pictures?" She notices. "It amuses me to keep potraits of those came before." something in her tone when talking about them is "off." Her bravado and power may convince most people she is cavalier, but his ears hear something else - loniless, perhaps even discontentment.
"This room. You think you know it." It's not a question.
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