The vitriol reaches ever deeper, searing an agonising path through Thana’s body, always reaching deeper, hungering to touch her spirit and dissolve it, to remake it. The theion to pierces her to her very soul.
And there, it stops. For it comes across something new to it. For the first time, the transcendent acid finds something it cannot consume. It is faced with a lack, the emptiness in the soul that every shadar-kai suffers.
It shares much with Oblivion, and the Yozi essence of the vitriol recoils at it, and pours out of Thana’s body as quickly and painfully as it entered.
And as her senses return to her through the veil agony, she hears something.
She hears the Ebon Dragon, the Shadow Of All Things, scream and screech once again at his own failure.
Her body was filled with agonizing pain, the muscles of her limbs tensing and twitching to their very limit, nearly to the point of tearing through her.
She couldn’t remember who she was. Couldn’t remember what she was.
And then, as suddenly as her senses had disappeared, they started to return, only to hear an unearthly screech pierce her ears.
Thana tried to move, but her muscles still protested every single movement, and a part of her wanted to just…die. But why hadn’t she? With what had happened, she should have been dead.
Anger flared through the fog of her senses, through the agony, and she pulled herself to her feet, eyes burning.
Initially, the Ebon Dragon merely chuckles. However, it soon progresses into a full-blown laugh, reminiscent of every self-important villain Thana has ever heard laugh.
The serpent eventually manages to reign himself in.
“Erembour, my dear, please begin the Investiture of Infernal Glory.”
The demon nods, slowly, a sigh escaping her non-existent lips.
“And you are such a wonderful little thing…”
Almost mournfully, Erembour places a hand on Thana’s forehead, leaving it there for a moment, and then removing it. For a moment, all is silent.
Then the vitriol the Shadow Of All Things had procured earlier flew from its container, and engulfed Thana’s head.
The vitriol of the Demon City is not mere sulphur. Theion to is a transcendent acid born of the hate the Ebon Dragon and his siblings possess for those who imprisoned them. Even the black stone of Malfeas’ invulnerable world-body is slowly consumed by it.
And now, it covers Thana’s face. Soon, more flows forth from the crack in the summoning circle, engulfing the shadar-kai in an acidic emerald cocoon, that eats into her skin, her eyes, her mouth, her throat, her lungs, her heart, her bones, her blood and her very soul, and consumes, and in consuming affects change.
And under the unkind ministrations of theion to, Thana’s body slowly begins to change.
The laugh was…terrifying. Fear and anger sat in the belly of her gut, her body stiffening as Erembour touched her forehead. Nothing. And then pain. Her entire body stiffened, then convulsed, her nerves burning. She tried to scream, but the stuff filled her mouth and nose and eyes and the pain was everything. Who was she? Why was she here? All of it was erased by the pain that burned through her.
Might be a little slow with posting for a bit. One of my rats passed away, and I’m finding it difficult to concentrate on writing.
If you would like to have a thread with me, I am open to plottings.
“I assure you, that opinion will soon change, my dear, but as you wish.”
The tenebrous serpent grins again, and once more begins to shape his sorceries. Shadows of black, grey and indigo dance between his talons, but so do glints of brass and emerald flame. Sickeningly dexterous fingers dance through unsettling rote movements and arcane mudras named for the glorious victories of the Yozis, and all too soon, the Ebon Dragon finishes his shaping of the All-Commanding Oversoul Beckoning.
The universe cracks.
That crack opens in the midst of the inscribed circle before Thana’s very eyes, and twists and contorts.
“By my right as thy father do I call you here. By the endless night we both love do I give you power in this realm. By the naming of you do I give you form and freedom beyond the world-body of our King. I name you Erembour, That Which Calls To The Shadows, Seventh of My Souls, and I command you be conjured here at my whim. Heed me!”
There is a sound something like the rush of wind, or the beating wings of a murder of crows, and suddenly, Thana and the Shadow Of All Things are no longer alone.
The figure stands tall in the centre of the pulsating circle, far taller than any human. Her skin is a flawless, perfect black, and the raven lengths of her hair are shot through with the same pure silver that makes up the entirety of her wide eyes, the only noticeable features on her face. Her oddly elongated hand clutches a long, silver horn, and a naked rat’s tail darts about the hem of her silvery dress. She turns to face her “father” slowly and deliberately, her eyes passing over Thana as she does so.
Upon seeing the shadar-kai, the expression of her eyes changes minutely for a brief moment. It looks almost like love.
“Father,” the figure says, and her voice a rush of nightingale song. “I have come as bidden. Why do you summon me?”
“For this wonderful little creature here, daughter of mine. We are to make an akuma of her.”
Again, there is the briefest, slightest expression on the figure’s eyes. It almost looks like dismay.
“Has she formally offered herself to you yet, father?”
“We were getting to that part. Alright, Thana my dear. Now it’s your turn. Pray to me. Pray for me to take ownership of your mind, body and soul.”
She fell silent, crimson eyes watching as the shadows danced between the creature’s talons. It was so very wrong. Shadows were part of her very nature, and these shadows…were wrong. She didn’t have much time to consider the shadows before nausea hit her. Thana’s insides wrenched with a sickening twist as a crack opened within the midst of the summoning circle. And then…they were no longer alone.
The woman (if the figure could be called that) was unnaturally tall, with midnight skin and too-silver eyes that sent shivers running down Thana’s spine as that gaze rested on her. Erembour…that was the name the snake had given her. The woman’s voice is liquid silk upon Thana’s consciousness, placing a haze over her thoughts which was shaken at the vile snake’s instruction.
“Pray for me to take ownership of your mind, body and soul.”
Wrong. It felt wrong. But…she needed to do it. For Tim. For all those she’d come to care for. They were at risk…and she’d made a promise. Her eyes flashed with irritation before she squared her shoulders.
She closed her eyes, taking a slow, deep breath before opening them again.. “Ebon Dragon, I…pray….for you to take ownership of my mind, body, and soul.” Her eyes narrowed at the creature, her intent plain.
Keep your word, snake. Harm my friends, and I will do my best to make certain you regret it.
ill make you traditional dubois christmas lasagna and we can be pigs and have lunch together ok?
That sounds ideal, Tim. I look forward to it.
I am returned from food-land~!
Is there any replies I owe?? <3
Popping off to go help with dinner~
HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVE EVERYONE~!
And to those of you that are already on Christmas day, HAPPY CHRISTMAS :) <3
Hardly concerned with what she found to be fairing or not, it was increasingly obvious in the way he grinned at her.
“And if I weren’t to leave? Would it make you nervous?”
She frowned, her expression darkening.
“Nervous? Hardly. I had no desire to sully my hands with the blood of your kind, but I will not hesitate to do so if it is necessary.”