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Ziek Shrownamn Drei Harte @ Ziek: Drei simply stepped back. The Reaper towered infront of Ziek and let the blast become absorbed under the everhungry life force that the Reaper exuded. The Reaper stood over Ziek and brought its hands out, as if to strangle him. It opened its mouth wide and seemed to let its bleached jaw expand like a snakes. Out of it the putride smell of death could be smelt in the battle field. The Reaper lunged forward, mouth agape with large gleaming teeth protruding as pillars of shiney spikes. Around the Reaper, there were shrieks of pain and anguish as the souls of those lost screamed in warning for Ziek. The sound would have been deafening to any not already dead or on the edge of that ledge. "I've experienced death before, and welcomed it with open arms. Killing me again will make no difference. One way or another, I will not leave this realm until my purpose here is fulfilled. Until then, you can never fully kill me." Said Ziek blankly, dropping the scythe. As he did so, it sank into the ground, as if the ground had melted away under it, and disappeared. He took off both sword from his waist and threw them to the corner where he usually stayed. Instead of hitting the floor with a clank, they seemingly were absorbed into the darkness, as if a portal was in that specific corner. Walking foward, he stood directly in front of Death itself, and grinned. "Well, if you're going to try and kill me, go on with it." He said, the screams being heard by his ears, but they were overlooked. Even risking Death, Ziek showed little to no emotion.
But then Drei raised his head. His eyes were black and seemed to swirl with the same unending vortex of danger and destruction. The Void was deep in his soul now, inseprable. He paced up to Ziek and watched as Ziek fought against the immobilizing powers of Shara, the first and only Female Reaper. Drei placed a finger under Ziek's chin and raised it until Ziek's eyes locked on him.
Drei looked deep into Ziek's being and placed both palms on the side of Ziek's head. Then, slowly, his hands sank into the thick ruffle's of Ziek's hair and into his skull. Drei forced his hands through in their ethereal properties and deep into the consciousness of his victim. Drei then closed his eyes at the moment Ziek began to shriek in a high pitched voice. Drei could feel Ziek's mind attempting to call the Dragonic skin over himself, to protect him, but Drei circumvented him and let the skin cover Ziek. Then, one by one, each scale was torn from Ziek's body and flung to the heavens. One by one, the skin was revealed as if an artichoke was being peeled slowly. Drei then slowly wrapped his fingers around Ziek's consciousness and placed himself inside the mind of his victim.
The room was dark, dimly lit, with a small body in the corner. Drei strode over to it, sensing it as the only energy source. The boy was young, and scared. He wore tattered clothes and whimpered as Drei's shadow was cast over him.
"Hush little baby don't you cry," Drei whispered, calmly and soothingly. He was met by another whimper.
"Daddy's gonna buy you a dragon fly," Drei continued, his voice familiar and soothing. Outside he could feel Ziek limpen.
"And if that Dragonfly don't fly," Drei was soothing and calming, wrapping his arms slowly around the boy and lifting him up. Drei, to the boy, looked as when he had first arrived in that cold winter night, tall and collected, far from the power hungry version he was now.
Then, it all went wrong.
"And if that Dragonfly don't fly, Daddy's gonna let it fry and die." Drei whispered in his acidicly possessed voice as he tightened his grip around the boy and latched his hands around his neck, choking him. With a short flick and a quick snap, a short whimper could be heard.
Moments later, a skeleton dropped to the ground, with it two small holes in it's spine. On Drei's lips was a faint drop of blood. Drei laughed and finally felt Ziek crumple outside. Drei knelt to the ground and faded into a small orb of smoke.
Outside Ziek's mind, the Reaper held the body of the fallen warrior in it's arms. "I have never seen a death so ... unnatural. You are a brethren." Across the bleached face could only be seen a sense of worry as it turned and vanished into the growing darkness.
 Drei Harte · Sun Oct 14, 2007 @ 12:40am · 1 Comments |
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