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Dagons Secret Chapter one
Mishka moved through the darkness toward the opening to the door that she knew would change everything, a door that would set it all right. Her yellowish eyes glowed in the dark letting her see, and her blue black flowed freely down her back as she drew closer to it. The entrance to the door was blacker than the darkness which surrounded her now, and her nocturnal eyes could not penetrate it. Although she thought she might fail in her attempt to enter the door, she still continued on with a fierceness in her soul that has crept on her over night. She knew that what was expected of her and she was not willing to let those down who had put so much faith in her. As she entered the door there was a deep silence and she faltered on the threshold but took a deep breath and continued. Once she was completely through the door it closed behind her, and she was confronted by the “voice”. “What is your business here?” it asked her in a commanding voice. She answered in a smooth cultured voice, “I am here to stop him.” The “voice” was quiet for a few moments before it spoke once again, “I see. By “him” you mean the nightwalker, Serverus?” Mishka couldn't help but wince upon hearing his name, but after a few moments she answered. “yes.” Mishka had thought that she had failed where there was no answer and cursed herself, but then a figure appeared in front of her draped in a robe. The figure was taller than her by a foot and smelled strongly of dirt and herbs. “Hmmmmm... Very interesting but there is something I must warn you about, Mishka ,” the figure said and then continued not waiting for her to answer. “Serverus isn't after the souls of the villagers, but he is after something.” Mishka throat went dry and she gulped and waited for him to tell her more but he didn't. “Excuse me but what would that be?” she prompted. The figure sneered under his hood and waited a few more seconds, “You.” Before Mishka could process what was happening, she felt a shift within the room, and before her appeared another figure. This new figure that was not clad with a robe smirked at her and waited for her to react. However, she stood frozen to that spot dumbfounded by what she was before her; the priest had betrayed her. The creature that stood before her, looking much like a man, was Serverus. He had come for her and wasn't going to let her escape him. 'You see what everlasting life can persuade people to do, even those who have committed themselves to the Gods. Yes, this was a setup young one, and it was a dream I had about you that brought me to Selinm,” he said to her. Mishka couldn't but draw back in fear and back away fro him. Her luminescent eyes were wide open and huge from the terror she felt. Her reaction, however, only amused Serverus; he found her fear tantalizing and leered at her. As she reached for the handle of the to the door she fell, and he was standing over her in a matter of seconds. “Now, Mishka, there is no way out of here on your own, so forget about escape,” Said softly as he offered a long slender hand to her. Mishka stared at it for what seemed forever and then she finally spoke, “Never! I will not go with you!” For the first time she saw him wince and felt slightly pleased with herself; however, it was shortly lived. “You have no choice” he answered in a very cold voice and scooped her up roughly in his arms. Mishka screamed as Serverus carried her away to a place unknown to her, and she struggled against him. It was to no avail because Serverus held her tightly with an iron like grip. Before Mishka realized it Serverus and herself were standing outside a giant black tower, on it's balcony, and Serverus laughed satanically to himself. “This will be your home young one,” he chided as he ushered her through the balcony doors and into a shadowy room. “This is where you will stay,” Serverus said very softly as he smoothed down Mishka's hair and begun to kiss her softly. “I've been waiting for you,” he continued as he placed his arm her waist and drew her closer. She stayed silent as he continued to kiss her and hold her to himself, but she couldn't keep from shuddering and wondering what was to happen to her. She thought surely he didn't mean what he said and that this was some kind of of an act to weaken her, but she wondered why. Wasn't she already weak? Hadn't he proved that she stood no chance against him and his dark powers? After he'd finished taunting her , he left her in the room alone and locked the door behind him. With the door closed on her Mishka sat down upon the floor and beat her fist on the black marble. She would have wept if it were not for the sickening anxiety she felt deep within her breast. She continued to beat her fist upon the floor until red blood spilled forth from the wounds she inflicted upon her hands. She stared at them as the blood flowed freely, and she became transfixed by it. After what had seemed like hours, she passed out on the floor where the blood from her wounds had hit it leaving stains of scarlet upon the black marble. She slept on the floor for only a short while because a servant of Serverus' entered the room, picked her up, and carried her to the king size bed in the middle of the room upon a raised platform.
Scorge of Destiny · Sat Nov 18, 2006 @ 10:18pm · 2 Comments |
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