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Post by Naro on Jun 30, 2007 21:31:21 GMT -5
An enormous castle loomed over the rest of the Outer Dimension, its shadow cast in every which direction. There was no sun to send its shadow running but somehow there was enough light to allow it to dance. Naro hated dancing. He hated anything happy, which was probably why he presumed to be locked away in his own castle, setting flame to anything that pissed him off. Including his own beasts and creatures of the dead.
Right now, though, he was in a rare, rare mood. He was calm. Sure, anger was always there to tip the scale and send him over the edge, but currently he was calm. It almost scared him. Almost. Naro's blackened eyes shifted from one demon to the other, watching them scurry back and forth, trying to complete one task after the other. Perched on his obnoxiously larch throne, Naro's blood curdling voice bellowed angrily as a vampire nearly tripped and fell. The poor creature was instantly pierced through the heart and disintegrated, while another appeared in its place.
Oh, the sheer joy in causing pain to others. What a splendid day.
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Post by Rainne Morrison on Jul 1, 2007 20:05:07 GMT -5
Rainne hated it here. It was World War three just trying to get her through the portal, but it seemed that Rainne's mother was stronger then she looked, and none the less Rainne had not the proper training yet to defeat her mother in combat [ it would come in time, she was convinced ]. The Outer World Kingdom was a depressing, hateful place in which Rainne would rather not spend her time, but it seemed her Mother had other plans for her. Something about her not rebelling against her again. She guessed that she was heading to see the God of evil and sin - her favorite person around. Rainne didn't want to bother with him.
But to avoid another potential beating, she had no choice in the matter. She already had a few bruises and a bit of blood coming from the corner of her mouth from the wicked right hook of her Mothers. being Dragged into the Castle firmly by the arm, Rainne had a woeful look, being bought into a room where many where scurrying around, and a large throne sat at the top - an obnoxiously large throne. "Who needs a chair that big?" Rainne questioned under her breath only to get a hard shake from her mother who told her to shut her mouth before she was killed. Rainne paid no attention to her.Bowing her head, Rainne's mother began to speak.
"My Lord, Naro....My Daughter, she isn't behaving..." she told him, keeping her head bowed to the God. "She is trying to go against you. I've tried everything I could, I truly have...but I think she is best left in your hands.." [/color] |
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Post by Naro on Jul 5, 2007 22:32:21 GMT -5
Naro's glittering black eyes narrowed. "Not... behaving?" His question rumbled throatily as his gaze shifted slowly to one of his warrior's daughters. Ah, yes. He remembered her. Quite well, actually. She was the rape child. The hybrid. The... interesting one. "Trying to go against me, you say?" Naro's eyes narrowed even further until they were mere glinting slivers. While she mentioned leaving her daughter to be dealt with by him, he nodded slowly, peering through his skull mask at Rainne. "Yes... I think you are quite right."
Without even lifting a finger, Naro summoned three demons that surrounded Rainne's mother, two of them taking her arms while the other remained behind her. "Escort Mrs. Morrison out of here. Leave the girl." The demons shoved the woman around and started herding her out of the door while Naro rose to his feet and slowly began to descend the steps leading to his throne. He stopped in front of Rainne, gazing calmly down at her.
"You don't like it here, Rainne? You're better than us?" An index finger slowly traced along Rainne's jaw bone, the razor blade nail skimming her porcelain skin. "Or are you simply stubborn?"
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Post by Rainne Morrison on Jul 5, 2007 22:39:19 GMT -5
Rainne didn't say anything while her mother was talking to Naro...and while Naro talked back. He was one of the people that she hated the most - well, gods she hated the most. She just wanted out, but it seemed that things weren't going to happen that way. She looked down to the ground when Naro had agreed with her mother to leave her in his care. She bit her bottom light slightly, feeling the grip of her mother being removed from her arm, only to see three Demons taking her away. She opened her mouth as if to yell out and keep them from touching her mother, but nothing came out. She shut her mouth, listening as the door shut, and her mom left.
She looked up to Naro, watching as he descended from his throne, his skull face surveying her as he came down his steps. She wasn't sure what she was feeling - fear, or hate for him. When he reached her, Rainne looked up at him, her face emotionless. His touch upon her jaw was like ice - and she turned her face away when he did. "I didn't ask for this" she told him, referring to what she was, what she was to become. She turned her attention back to Naro. She didn't know what to say next. Was he going to..beat her? Do something even more horrible to her? She could only imagine. Finally, she spoke again.
"Stubborn is an understatement" she told him, her voice mellow, like it was the whole time she was there. |
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Post by mind_froset on Jul 12, 2007 18:58:54 GMT -5
watching from the darkness was Azazel,one of the dark king's personal solder or called "high solder". he noticed that Naro was a pretty good mood today witch didn't happen very often. he watched as the dark lord walking toward the "rape child" as he liked to call her.Azazel knew that Naro was going to punish the girl but he did not know in what way. the only thing he can do is wait and watch.he just cross his arm and watched quiet as Naro was getting ready to punish the girl.
"......"
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