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 Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 2:46 pm
 ❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖Isobel Mierien❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ ♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
Isobel laughed, her arm falling, drops of blood sizzling on the stone of the floor, dripping down the soft curves of the demon's arms as dark garnet beads. She smiled, a move that seemed to come too naturally to her lips.
Drain her Her mind internally hissed. Have her and take her. She is yours. Take her, have her, drain her. Take her, have her, drain her... Her thoughts chanted softly into her head, taking up the words as if they were holy words to a repenting sinner.
"You would live as one of us, one of the dark and shadowed. You would find strength in pleasure, wrath in pain, and from those, power. Power to be what you want to be," Isobel said in a low growl, crouching down before Ilyia. Take her, have her, drain her... The words pounded into the demon's head and her eyes gleamed with sin.
♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 2:58 pm
 Ilyia Nerian
Witness to the cruelest fate believed to exist,
I have stood my ground with the same tenacity.
Ilyia remained silent and unmoving for several more minutes, debating her selectively few options. No, Ilyia... what would she say if she were still here...? She shook her head slightly, slowly. Rising again to her feet she summoned her blade back into her sheath and again drew it, her resolve returning somewhat. "I'll offer an alternative, Isobel... tempting though it may be, I was happy before I became like I am now... and you think to further what has caused me so much pain in the name of my happiness? This calls for proof."
She swung her blade across herself, taking what solace she could that she could at least make a stand here, however fatal she imagined it would be. "Defeat me and have your way. Fail and die."
Begone, O foul hand of corruption.
My choices are my own to make now.
Order Of Chaos:
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 3:36 pm
❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖Isobel Mierien❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ ♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
The woman wants to play a game. You like games darling. The voice in her head crooned to Isobel and the demon smiled, straightening.
"A game? Of course!" Isobel said clapping her hands together. She disappeared and reappeared behind Ilyia. "I love games," She purred, her fangs descending and curling into her bottom lip, indenting the soft skin of it slightly. Her eyes traced down Ilyia's figure before she reappeared at the other end of the room, her finger tapping her now clotted arm, the blood leaving streaks of crusty fluid on her arms. Kill her. Wait! Not yet. Play now, kill later. Taker her, have her, drain her.
The demon ran her tongue along the edge of her fan, now dark eyes watching Ilyia with interest as three beads of blood trailed down the silver of the fan. Fire marks sprang up on the edge, glowing like coals, and Isobel chuckled.
♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 3:44 pm
Ilyia Nerian
Witness to the cruelest fate believed to exist,
I have stood my ground with the same tenacity.
Ilyia had learned the hard way that to hold back in the face of something you feared was never a viable option. A lesson she had nearly learned at the cost of her life, but a lesson learned all the same. She lowered her blade slightly at her side and raised her free hand above her, to which a silver glow came about her. She lowered her hand and with a single cry of "Harioszen" the entire room burst into a sustained display of sheer silver light, but in its midst the image of Ilyia could be easily distinguished, nearly black against the absolute intensity. Perhaps not her normal choice of tactics, but this was a duel in which her fate was decided, not simply her life.
She would not hold back anything.
Begone, O foul hand of corruption.
My choices are my own to make now.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 3:57 pm
❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖Isobel Mierien❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ ♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
In the onslaught of the light, Isobel herself seemed to be a negative void in it. Her form flickered, much that a fire's heat flickers as it rises off of it. Expanding from her rapidly was a neutralizing blast of darkness, and many of the stones crumbled on the walls, leaving a bare, steel wall behind them, the djinn inside of them reduced to nothing, their essences fueling Isobel's strength. Isobel fanned herself for a moment, intense waves of crippling heat hurtling from her as the movement was continued.
Her image solidified and the heat became flame. Her eyes brightened with the blaze that filled the room and she laughed, a shrill sound that grated on ears. Kill her kill her kill her Over and over the voice, now shouting, repeated in the demon's head.
♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 4:03 pm
Ilyia Nerian
Witness to the cruelest fate believed to exist,
I have stood my ground with the same tenacity.
Ilyia's concentration broke, the light dissipating throughout the room as she broke into a run at Isobel, blade already mid-swing before she teleported first behind the Demon, then to her side before she even completed the first strike.
Still the heat was more than anything the Creation could handle easily. An array of silver streaks cracked about her being and she stumbled back after the initial swipe, her blade dropping in front of her as she brought both hands out into a dual-barrier sphere around her, struggling to regain her sensibilities. She was doomed, she knew it. Her only question was, how long would she last?
Begone, O foul hand of corruption.
My choices are my own to make now.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 4:47 pm
❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖Isobel Mierien❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ ♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
Isobel let the blade clip her side shallowly, blood splattering onto the ground, her kimono ripped slightly from it to expose the wound and her ivory skin. Isobel closed her eyes in apparent pleasure from the wound and a growling sound was audible barely at the back of her throat. A shiver ran up her spine before she opened her eyes and smiled upon seeing Ilyia, her fangs subtly being visible.
"Silly Ilyia, waiting in a barrier," Isobel giggled, touching the barrier lightly with a finger, gingerly, snapping it back after a second, inspecting it with a smile. "Are you tired of playing? It is up to you to end this," She said with another laugh before she issued a web of shadow from her fingertips and laid it on the barrier before dancing away, blood still flowing from her side with no attempt to stop it.
♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 4:54 pm
Ilyia Nerian
Witness to the cruelest fate believed to exist,
I have stood my ground with the same tenacity.
Ilyia gritted her teeth with a blink of her eyes, watching as her continual attempt to shield herself weakened despite her efforts. Still for several moments she held firm, unwilling to accept what lay ahead before the barriers both shattered and she fell to her knees, unable even to support herself from the exertion.
One image after the next flickered through her mind. The lives of all she had taken, the horror on the faces of what few had been slain wrongly in her corruption... but lastly the image of Mystriel Silverlight drowned her vision. Tears began to stream down her face despite the heat of the room, barely even visible through the bolts arcing about her frame. To the extent of possibility, she was defeated.
"Alright..." she panted, "...you win.... I surrender." She looked up, eyes brimming with both hatred and sorrow for what she had brought herself into, but behind it all a minute hope flickered in her eye that she might be redeemed someday...
Begone, O foul hand of corruption.
My choices are my own to make now.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 5:06 pm
❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖Isobel Mierien❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ ♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
Isobel smiled triumphantly and knelt before Ilyia, a new wound opening on her wrist. The heat in the room died away, and the woman looked over Ilyia. She is yours...yours...your own...take her, have her, drain her... Her mind whispered softly.
"Drink," The demon commanded, her senses on edge, her eyes searching the Creation's face with an evil curiosity, as if the demon were to rip out the Creation's eyes rather than offer her a drink of blood. There was longing in the mix of the demon's eyes, but of what kind it was it could not be discerned. The longing for power and lustful actions was ever present, but there was something much more evil that lurked beneath the surface.
♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 5:17 pm
Ilyia Nerian
Witness to the cruelest fate believed to exist,
I have stood my ground with the same tenacity.
Ilyia glared for a moment longer, wishing nothing more than for it all to be a vision, a dream of sorts... but she knew otherwise. Now, not only bound by her will to live but also by her honor which she had not lost... she would have to betray her own creator. With a great deal of reluctance and a fair bit more hesitation, she lowered her head and drank, however slowly.
Her figure flickered for several seconds, her body unable to take any more to itself as she stumbled back, caught between the failing struggle of Light and Dark within her own being. Without many of her morals to guide her as she faltered for what would be the final moment in her rightful life, she held no restraint in her hatred of Isobel. "I hope you're happy, you worm..." she breathed through gritted teeth.
But then it was done. Her skin remained unchanged, hair, eyes all unmarred. Only her attire shifted in hue to a slight shade of violet. The most visible manifestation of darkness that could be imposed on what was originally, the purest combatant to ever live. With no strength left in her at all, Ilyia collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
Begone, O foul hand of corruption.
My choices are my own to make now.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 2:05 pm
❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖Isobel Mierien❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ ♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
Isobel chuckled and bent down next to Ilyia's ear, not caring if the girl was conscious or not. "Oh dearie, if I only were but a worm." The demon said. Her eyes, her eyes. Arayniana would love them so. Take them, take them! Her mind shouted and Isobel turned Ilyia's face so that she was looking at it with interest.
Trailing a talon around the eye and tracing the eyelid, Isobel resisted the thought of plucking out the Creation's eyes to give them to the Druj she acquainted with. With a curved smile, Isobel stood and let Ilyia's head fall to the floor. The demon moved on to her lounge seat.
♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 2:10 pm
 Ilyia Nerian
Created by a perfect crusader.
Witness to the ultimate revelation.
Ilyia woke several minutes later, coming up to a crouch in seemingly no time at all. She did not move otherwise, for the time being but turned her head back to Isobel with a curious raise of her eyebrow. "So, you got what you wanted, and yet I'm still at a loss for a single answer for the question I've been asking all this time."
She stood and dropped a hand on her hip, eyes narrowed slightly at Isobel - be it frustration or her simply unpleasant opinion of her thus far.
"What is it you want with me, anyway?"
Maiden to the fear my name has inspired,
Now I stand to teach them wrath.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 4:08 pm
❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖Isobel Mierien❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ ♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
"What is it that you can offer to me?" Isobel asked with a low growl in her tones, her face still holding a pleased look though as she looked over the creation.
"The answer is simple. Power." Isobel said, appearing behind Ilyia with a curved smile of her lips. "A mutual gain from an exchange." She said, circling Ilyia, inspecting her face closely. She chuckled and grinned, her eyes wide and sparkling. "You should have known Ilyia. I am a demon after all."
"Don't worry though, you will find my methods...enjoyable." Isobel said with a giggle, her eyes gleaming.
♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 4:16 pm
Ilyia Nerian
Created by a perfect crusader.
Witness to the ultimate revelation.
Ilyia rolled her eyes and watched as Isobel circled her, sighing after a moment without any real assurance any of this would pan out. As much as she was for methods that weren't particularly tedious or strenuous, after what had happened she had to question what exactly Isobel thought of as "enjoyable"...
"And just what is it you propose to do then? What more could you possibly gain out of me?"
As soon as she said it though, she realized it was easily in her best interests not to have. Still what was done was done, no sense going back on it now.
Maiden to the fear my name has inspired,
Now I stand to teach them wrath.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 4:29 pm
❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖Isobel Mierien❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ ♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
"Do you not realize that stands before me is a Creation who has survived much more than she should have, and has lived far longer than she should have?" Isobel purred in Ilyia's ear. Her eyes, her eyes!
"I could easily have disassembled you dearie. Taken your eyes for the Druj, given your hair to the goblins, your flesh to the cannibals, but I did not. Your bones could have been given to the mages, but here you stand still. For now at least." Isobel chuckled. "I gained nothing but making you less venomous to me before I'll have you realize."
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