Fiend
Feb 24th, 2003, 05:22:53 PM
:: The choir of screams and unearthly music revolted the light from the burning lamps in the tainted cathedral. I liftd my steel encased hnds and laughed louder, the metalic cry piercing the screams of people chainedto the pews and altars running along the side of the enormous room. People cried blood, they screamed blood, and people sang blood, my skin twitched at the tugging feeling in the force as I absorbed in the shadows of their pain. My powers were overfilling, I was a bomb of darkness, just waiting to explode.
My blazing eyes seemed to light up the area around me as I turned to the body chained to the altar next to me. She was asleep, and she would stay so until I chose otherwise, ell until Zeke arrived, it was triggered to wake her painfully when he came. Torriana had been worth the trouble of holding onto, beautiful nonetheless and defiant to boot, just what I needed to make the ultimate prize for Zeke to want to retrieve. But this served other purposes also, not just the ripe arrival of Zeke.
I screamed, a demonic roar that shook the blood stained glass windows. The demon cells in my body were enjoying a feast on the darkside I had tasted since the rock concert and then I had only met the original owner of them, Malice, and Torriana too. But Fiend Zeke was here, and he would fight eke, holding him back while I watched, it would allow me to test the abiities of Zeke, a jedi, and test my clones also.
I laughed maniacally as chaos swirled in the air. My hands rose into the air and people screamed and sang glories to the Savage Garden. To Me. Fiend Zeke stepped forward next to me and smirked, his eyes blazing as much as they could so close to me. This was his moment, his saber ignited and his twisted force pike lanced out into the air with lightning. I could only laugh harder and the bodies adorning crosses along the room screamed in melody. Zeke would come, he would come here and he would die, there was no scape from the Hell I had wrought here. I had many things awaiting the long dark hallways of this temple, this temple that sang praises to ME!.::
Come Zeke into my Hell! Bring your lies of ignorance and b ready to sceam every word for the song of the Damned will rise obove you and you shall be blind! Blind to Torriana who will not hear you, deaf to Torriana who cannot see you, but you shall taste her blood Zekey boy, you shall taste her blood as it runs along the floor, mingled with your own!
My blazing eyes seemed to light up the area around me as I turned to the body chained to the altar next to me. She was asleep, and she would stay so until I chose otherwise, ell until Zeke arrived, it was triggered to wake her painfully when he came. Torriana had been worth the trouble of holding onto, beautiful nonetheless and defiant to boot, just what I needed to make the ultimate prize for Zeke to want to retrieve. But this served other purposes also, not just the ripe arrival of Zeke.
I screamed, a demonic roar that shook the blood stained glass windows. The demon cells in my body were enjoying a feast on the darkside I had tasted since the rock concert and then I had only met the original owner of them, Malice, and Torriana too. But Fiend Zeke was here, and he would fight eke, holding him back while I watched, it would allow me to test the abiities of Zeke, a jedi, and test my clones also.
I laughed maniacally as chaos swirled in the air. My hands rose into the air and people screamed and sang glories to the Savage Garden. To Me. Fiend Zeke stepped forward next to me and smirked, his eyes blazing as much as they could so close to me. This was his moment, his saber ignited and his twisted force pike lanced out into the air with lightning. I could only laugh harder and the bodies adorning crosses along the room screamed in melody. Zeke would come, he would come here and he would die, there was no scape from the Hell I had wrought here. I had many things awaiting the long dark hallways of this temple, this temple that sang praises to ME!.::
Come Zeke into my Hell! Bring your lies of ignorance and b ready to sceam every word for the song of the Damned will rise obove you and you shall be blind! Blind to Torriana who will not hear you, deaf to Torriana who cannot see you, but you shall taste her blood Zekey boy, you shall taste her blood as it runs along the floor, mingled with your own!