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Post by Lector on Aug 29, 2013 13:28:49 GMT
As he kicked open a door in front of him, he nearly ran straight into something. He screamed, lashing out with all of his strength when he realized that it was a person. Whoever, or whatever, it was had more strength than what Lector had been able to muster and he was quickly wrestled to the ground. With his face pressed against the floor, he felt a weight sit on top of him, pinning his arms behind him.
"If you want to get out of here alive, you will stop fighting me," came a whispered voice, just inches from his ear.
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Post by Lector on Aug 29, 2013 13:29:37 GMT
This was not the same woman from before.
He could feel the woman's hands binding his and there were certainly no talons there. Lector lay still, praying to the Goddesses once more that he would be saved. Sensing that the boy was done struggling, the woman released her captive and got to her feet. From his vantage point, the woman looked like a giant, though as Lector struggled to sit up, the perspective adjusted. He nearly cried out in joy because the haze was nowhere to be found and this brown haired woman was most decidedly human.
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Post by Lector on Aug 29, 2013 13:30:29 GMT
The newcomer scanned the room quickly before extending a hand to help the injured boy up.
"Come on, we need to get out of here. Are there any other captives?" Lector shook his head, certain that Vincent was dead. The other nodded and grabbed the young boy's hand, leading him quickly through a series of hallways. Turn after turn came as a blur, but at all times, Lector was keenly focused on the tall woman in front of him. She wore black pants and a black shirt, nearly blending in with the darkness around them.
If not for the simple silver embroidery at the edge, she would appear as nothing more than a shadow. No wonder Lector ran into her earlier. One thing that stood out, however, was the lack of a weapon. As they ran through dozens of turns and coridors, Lector searched, but to no avail. She carried a satchel and a belt with several pouches, but nothing else. No sword, no crossbow. Not even an axe.
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Post by Lector on Aug 29, 2013 13:30:56 GMT
His creeping doubts disappeared as they burst into a room with huge double doors standing wipe open, revealing the moonlit grounds of the outside world.
Lector pulled his hand away and with an unknown burst of speed, shot through the front doors, collapsing onto the stone steps of the palace, in full view of the starry sky and the full moon.
He was out. The light disappeared, however, when the woman's head blocked the view. "We can't stop here. Come on, we need to keep moving."
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Post by Lector on Aug 29, 2013 13:31:25 GMT
Lector refused to move, shaking his head and genuinely smiling. "I haven't seen this beautiful world in over a year. I've been trapped in that plane of hell. Let me enjoy this moment."
When he was hefted to his feet by the deceptively strong woman, he squinted his eyes in a disapproval.
"I've traveled too far to leave you lying on the steps. Now get your ass up, and run for the treeline over there. I'll take care of these bastards."
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Post by Lector on Aug 29, 2013 13:32:55 GMT
Lector winced as he was pulled upright. Standing on his feet, he faced the woman, though his attention was quickly averted to the hooded figures standing in the doorway behind them. Lector pointed and his savior quickly turned to see the guests who'd come to see them off. Three of them, as Lector had originally seen them.
Long dark robes with hoods that obscured their faces. Lector slowly backed down the stairs, but neither the woman nor the creatures moved.
“Octavia!” his voice harsh and raspy. He remembered that voice from many long nights of pain, torture, and feeding frenzies, as well as from the first encounter. "To what do we owe this pleasure?" The monsters cackled gleefully, knowing that they had the upper hand against two unarmed.
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Post by Lector on Aug 29, 2013 13:33:56 GMT
The woman just shrugged casually.
"I heard the Blood Queen and her court had made an appearance. I had to come pay my respects. Where is Fai, anyway?"
Octavia placed her hands behind her back, an innocent enough gesture in the eyes of the creatures, but from behind, Lector could see she was maneuvering one of the pouches on her belt, slowly opening it and grabbing something inside.
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Post by Lector on Aug 29, 2013 13:34:23 GMT
"Our Queen cannot be bothered by the likes of you, Keeper," hissed the one farthest back, partially concealed by the darkness of the palace.
Octavia pulled her hands out of the pouch, and Lector could see she had some sort of orange powder pinched in her fingertips.
But she did not move to reveal her hands. Instead, she sighed and replied, "Well, that's really a shame. I was hoping to see her myself, just to prove she's as hideous as my father said she was."
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Post by Lector on Aug 29, 2013 13:35:44 GMT
The raspy voiced creature shrieked and made a move to rush the mysterious stranger, but he was not fast enough. Octavia threw the powder to the ground and screamed in a foreign tongue that Lector could not recognize. The powder met stone and exploded with a loud thundering boom. As the smoke cleared, Lector saw that two warriors had appeared from the cloud, both seeming to be badly injured yet still hardy enough for battle, standing at the ready. They donned ancient armor, both of their faces obscured by bronze helmets. The smoke wafted back into Lector's face and he nearly gagged on the smell of putrification and decay.
The creatures did not stop their charge and the two warriors ran to meet them with gurgled war cries, as if something obstructed their voices. The warriors pulled weapons from their sheathes, one holding an ornate pike while the other held strongly to two great swords.
Octavia wasted no time grabbing the spare sword with a wild grin, running to meet the third creature with force and fury. As Octavia swung a great sword as if it were a mere twig, she shouted incantations in the same foreign language. Her words seemed to sting them more than the bite of ghostly steel, though each gash seemed to leave an iridescent wound, as if the blades left behind a foreign, shining residue.
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Post by Lector on Aug 29, 2013 13:36:21 GMT
Lector was taken aback, uncertain of which side he really needed to be frightened of. He stumbled backwards, step by step, certain that he should abandon the woman altogether.
He watched in horror as talons screeched against armor and at times, through rotten flesh. With each word Octavia spoke, the creatures responded with howls of pain. Brief flashes of light began to appear, sparkling just above their heads, resembling small lightning cracks. Lector took several more steps backwards, frightened by the woman's magic.
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Post by Lector on Aug 29, 2013 13:37:07 GMT
He was at the bottom of the steps now, just barely able to see their heads weaving in and out of the battle. As he gazed upon the unholy battle, hearing the clash of steel and the ripping of flesh, Lector was certain that he was being punished severely for something. He needed to escape before things got any worse.
If Octavia dispatched the monsters, what was stopping the woman from enslaving Lector's soul? No, he needed to leave immediately. He was going to lose himself in the trees, leaving behind the madness behind. He spun on his heels and found himself nose to nose with the female creature from earlier. No doubt this was Fai. Sharp claws reached out and closed around his throat.
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Post by Lector on Aug 29, 2013 13:37:48 GMT
From this close, Lector had a clear view of the sharp fangs within the beast's mouth, as well as the putrid odor that seemed to reek from the bloodthirsty beast.
From behind, Lector heard a loud thunder clap, and what appeared to be a flash of lightning, as best he could tell from this angle. Lector could not tear his eyes away from the strangely hypnotic red ones in front of him, though his captor seemed focused on the stairs. The boy was vaguely aware of the sound of a sword dropping. Octavia was saying something… What was she saying? Fai spun Lector around to face the woman, still keeping a tight grip on his neck. She placed a claw on Lector's exposed stomach, putting pressure as if she intended to tear him open.
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Post by Lector on Aug 29, 2013 13:39:22 GMT
I need more power Lector thought to himself. Suddenly the desire to strike down the hag choking him was all he could think of as he broke free from it's enchantment once more. A warm glow illuminated Lector as he drifted into unconsciousness. The grip around his neck loosened as he felt the hag get tackled by something. With his fading consciousness he glances over to find a beast mauling his captor. He snaps awake as the hag shrieks in pain. The beast looked ferocious but Lector did not feel endangered by his presence. He felt safer as if he was there to save him. “My name is Ryful” a voice echoes through his head “I am yours to command.”
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Post by Lector on Aug 29, 2013 13:48:47 GMT
Lector snaps to as the waitress brings out his meal, mesmerized by the bounce of her bosom as she walks closer.
Lector stretches and yawns as he moves into a even more relaxed state.
"You can't sleep yet sugar, it gets lively in here at night."
"What's the occasion?"
"Nothing special, it's just like that every night."
"Maybe just a little nap."
"Enjoy your meal." she smiles and walks away.
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