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 Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 7:17 am Post subject: Days of Slaughter |
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In a mass of thick, overgrown cornfields stands a run-down stone building. Hidden from anyone who would even find this desolate place.
And even should one enter the building...the majority of its 'facilities' are far underground.
This is the realm of the cursed souls.
Days of Slaughter
Ama Sets the Scene
A young child can be seen skipping through the corn. It is quite a bit taller than her. Or him. Alongside follows a shadowy creature which cannot keep still – its form shudders and splits like static.
The child hums, and the shadow can be heard humming along with ten voices. Soon enough, they break out in song.
“Myana koro, myana kokoro'o~...”
They reach and enter the stone building. Dancing clumsily, they shuffle over to the 'Main Hall'.
Cast in great shadows on the farthest wall are silhouettes of broken bones and melting skin. Or maybe this is mere illusion. As a swaying Marou notices the intrusion of Ama, he turns from the wall and the shadows fade. He appears human as ever; the pale eye and hair merely a mundane curiosity.
“What is it you seek, Ama?” He eyed the pair balefully, sorrowfully. His face always carried a look of extreme regret, which had little relation to his savage intentions.
“Just saying hello, friend!” Ten whispers voiced their agreement.
Marou sighed. It was an art form he had practised since his adolesence. “Leave me be, Ama. I am busy.”
Ama skipped and danced away, the shadow following. The shadows on the wall crept back as Marou turned away from the door. They were eager to meet him.
“Kiraddu hiraddu hiraddu kiraddu hi...” It was downstairs next, to meet other friends. Friends, friends, so many friends.
The journey below the earth's surface was long and steep, not to mention dark, but that was nothing. The entire place was dark, forbidding stone and long walks. Ama preferred it to the friendless village which bore her and Mother. No friends, bad people who aren't friends...a tunnel of friends was happier...
Speaking of the bad people, Ama bumped into one. And the stairway just got a lot darker and more forbidding.
For a few agonising moments there was a tense pause. The demon's steel jaw hung loosely, stolen teeth jutting out at vicious angles. His eyes glared down at the child, livid green with ferocity. Even the hair of his coat bristled angrily.
“Well?” Ama dived past him, cringing as they brushed his robes (crinkled and hard with blood), and fled down the stairs. Raphael paused yet longer, feeling the familiar cacophony of voices declare the child's death imminent. “Wretched child,” he muttered as his eventual verdict, before continuing onwards.
Rightwards, through a corridor that sloped even further down into the earth, was Chime. Chime knew how to deal with Raphael. Chime was a good friend to meet in a situation like this.
Chime was, of course, busy, but the horse was always busy. Ama hammered on the door until they were allowed in.
“Horsey hello!”
“H...hello, child.” The eyes on Chime's human face were weak and watery. Last night must have been another sleepless one. The horse must have been working on something. “Are you here for something?”
Ama took that as permission to enter, and Chime could do little to stop this. The two-to-four people (Ama & Shadow, Chime & Horse) made their way into the pit that was Chime's 'study room'.
The place appeared empty to the eye; but then again, it was sparsely lit by candles, to the point where colour was reduced to blacks and greys. One's feet could tell that the place was full of objects – fleshy, wet, hard, sharp; all manner of mysteries were on the floor.
In roughly the middle of the first 'room' there was a desk. It, too, was covered in the body parts of many creatures – in this case, many were roughly made into furniture and decorations. Beside the desk was a small chair. In the chair sat a figure, perfectly still. From what little light met its form, it was clear the thing was covered in stitches and lumps, and furthermore, faceless. Perhaps it was just the flickering flames, but its skin appeared to be squirming.
Beyond this was the next room, which was even worse-lit. Rattling could be heard from within; it is likely no sane person would ever dare to enter, but this was straight where Ama was headed.
“Child, do you desire something or not?”
“...Nah.”
Chime sighed (whinnied) deeply. “Please, child, I am busy. My latest masterpiece is -” Ama, startled, jumped back from a cage which had reached out a 10-fingered paw “- Difficult. I shall tell you when it is complete.”
“Will it eat bad people?”
“Ama! My arts are not of the performance variety; and we both know full well who you mean by 'bad people'. Raphael is a fine man, a literal nobleman, and you should not be so hasty to hold grudge against him.”
Ama had already ran off.
“Ko, kororo...”
There was, after this, no set destination. The other chambers down this hallway were not important; the other friends merely friends. Or enemies...
“Damnit - !” The hanging man slowly turned his head. Half-closed eyes of fire burned deep into Ama's. “Get out of here!”
Ama ran screaming. The follower cursed and spat.
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| Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 10:24 am Post subject: |
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I'm looking forward to seeing more of this phang, you have definitely caught my interest. A few lines stand out to me.
| Quote: | | – its form shudders and splits like static. |
| Quote: | | The child hums, and the shadow can be heard humming along with ten voices. |
| Quote: | | The demon's steel jaw hung loosely, stolen teeth jutting out at vicious angles. |
Great imagery! Pulls you in, bites down and won't let you go. Keep it up!
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| Emperor wrote: | | Pulls you in, bites down and won't let you go. |
And this, similarly, is great imagery. Ohoho!
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Raphael Takes a Tooth
The morning sun glared through the window – a worn hole in the stone wall. Raphael's chambers were above ground – he found it helped his...condition.
Regardless, as his eyes flicked open he soon heard the return of the voices. A slow, wind-like whispering at first; building up with agonising pace to a shout, a roar of curses and death.
Time to get up.
Dressing was easy; his old, familiar robe. Bloodstained, matted, threadbare. Still better quality than anything the others could hope to acquire.
Next was to observe himself in the mirror. Again, much higher quality than anything else in this God-forsaken dump. Why, Raphael's very presence made the others feel dirty – no, disgusting – no doubt.
He ran his right hand over his jaw. Ah, he could feel every dent where the thing had been crudely shaped; remember every encrusted fleck of blood – its possessor, how they'd met, when he'd killed them, what he'd eaten first. Where their teeth were located on his jaw, if they were.
Pushing a few of the looser ones back into their bases, Raphael took one last look at himself. Ah, that dashing nobleman. He wondered if Chime was busy this day.
She was.
As usual, but more so; Chime was working on something truly horrific, sickeningly beautiful. Of course, not as beautiful as her, if she only lacked that horse...that male horse...combined with her own body. A shame.
All the same, his first order of the day complete, Raphael was set on leaving. Fresh air and sunlight cured his sickness like any other. The only difference was that when the high-charging quacks had been sent to see him, they'd had no false cures. Only laughter. They laughed. And laughed. And laughed. Until. They all. Choked.
It was funny; the voices were only comprehensible when they were silenced. Out in the fields, their voices had quietened to bare whispers; he could only just hear a few.
Demons. The curse of his life, the bane of his existence. That which had cast him out of nobility and into this, this unkempt field with its unkempt people. If only he had been stronger-willed! If only he out of all men could hear the nagging, persistent commands of the damned over and over and over and over and over and over and – and ignore them! Live a happy life! No, thanks to the human weakness of irritation he was a monster, a mouthless cannibal.
He'd killed loved ones and enemies, people he wouldn't look once at, people almost worthy of worship. Whenever he saw someone, he felt that twang of hunger, of lust...and the voices, they...they wouldn't stop until he gave in...just wouldn't stop...
...What was that? There was...there was...oh, shut up! - There was something in the fields. He could see it...he could just about...see a figure, a small silhouette, running, laughing, playing. Were there more? Was it Ama? ...No. It...looked...different. There was something about it...
...With any luck he could investigate further.
...With any luck, he could kill.
“Raphael.”
He turned, slowly, and fell under the sad regard of Marou.
“Would you care to aid me with something?”
Of course he didn't. He had something here! But that chubby-faced man in the striped clothes and hair with his pensive expression...was certainly more than one would expect. The demons had known that. They'd told him where he was, told him to try and kill him. When he failed...oh, he'd not slept for a week!
“What would I be necessary for?”
“I have encountered an obstacle posed by human perception. I cannot avoid the need to understand this godly concept before me.”
Raphael inclined his head.
What an infernal waste of time!
That book could rot! Useless! Could they not take their power with full hand?
...Of course not. Marou knew the power had to be controlled. Or you ended up like Raphael himself. Ah, pitiable.
He looked out at the fields, standing at the doorway.
There were children playing...how odd. They appeared inhuman, which meant they possibly knew about this place. Were they taunting us?
One figure turned. Their red eyes flashed between the swaying stalks.
They knew.
It took one by the tail. Screaming rang in its ears; a harsh, unworldly accent. False tears.
What were these beasts? The others fled; they left it with its captive. Selfish, foolish creatures! They screamed and ran like babies. Ohh, but it had killed children before.
Reach up. Take a tooth.
Looks good; sharp, designed to cut flesh. A voice would hiss through these teeth. Through one’s head.
...Could these teeth...cut its own flesh?
...There was a bigger one. It could crush its skull with that club.
Drop the captive. Time to flee back.
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