AlphaMoist 1707 Share Posted January 27, 2020 Spoiler https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImccK1qZ7xM In the dark underbelly of Gehenna, a horrifyingly anxious feeling begins to fill its halls as a figure slowly climbs down the Manor’s staircase. Lifts are heard creaking and groaning as he descends lower and lower, and as he steps off of the platform, a cascade of whispers begin to emanate out of his helmet. Eldritch in nature, each one contrasting in tone and pitch, they all speak in unison as the being shambles onwards through the estate. “Oh Mother, oh Mother, what am I to do?” the voices say. He climbs a set of stairs, paying no attention to the multiple rooms at his side, each one occupying a sleeping resident. “You’ve granted me your boons, alleviated my curse. You have risen me above the rest, and still, it is not enough.” He reaches the end of a hall, and he caresses the handle of the steel door with one of his many shadowy black talons. “Mother of the Night, Queen of Nightmares, I need more.” He grinds the sharpened tip of his index finger against the door, leaving behind a single laceration against its metal surface. “Your Children need more.” The voices began to sound scornful as any inky tendril slithered against the creature’s back, the viscous extremity wrapping around the door, opening it after a moment’s pause. As he wandered into the room, the dull glow of redstone was all he had to greet him. “With each passing year, we are under fret from someone new. With each passing decade, we are under fret of losing more of your Children. You have tasked me with shepherding your Cabal, you have given me the power to fabricate more beings like me, but how can I do such when I need more power?” He stepped through a series of doors, entering a bedroom. He stopped by a desk, and he knelt down to look into a mirror. A tenebrous being stared back at him, its haunting gaze hidden behind a helmet made of foul wisps and smog. “With all your power, this is all you’ve given me? I cannot lead with this.” He began tapping a curved claw against the desk’s surface, stabbing into the wood easily with every movement. “Tell me what I must do. Fill my mind with your chaotic voice again. The Children need more, the Fathers need more, The Foretaker needs more. We all need more. Give me instructions, and I will do what needs to be done for us to be granted what we need.” He stood upwards, moving across a line of bookshelves to rest his sights against a bed. A Mali’fenn woman slept within its blankets, beginning to stir as the chaotic aura surrounding the Exalted began to leave its mark on her. “Oh Dread Mother, I will kill for you. I will torture for you. I will create orphans and I will burn the orphanage for you. I will sing maddening hymns in your name while I do it all. Give me a simple murmur, a single sign, and it will be done.” The creature eyed the woman resting within the bed for several moments, his tendrils licking hungrily in the air. Thoughts of ripping her apart and painting the room with her entrails filled his mind. He would prove to his Deity that his promises were not empty. He could do it easily. Without breaking a sweat, her life would end before she had time to release a shrill cry for help. And so he stared at her silently. He turned and left the room. The Mother is not impressed with acts of violence and murder. Such deeds do not fill her with the joy the creature wished to deliver to her. If he were to impress his God, Salvare would do it the right way. He rode the lift upwards, silent through the journey. He climbed each step with a clear and thoughtful mind, and he opened and closed every door with ease so as to not disturb the residents of the manor he sought to protect. He ventured outside, the brisk night air soothing him further. The moonlight shone off of his bulky body, which glistened like metallic obsidian as he entered and vacated the gatehouse. As The Infernal Prophet disappeared into the ‘Forest of Parasites’, as he had heard it called, he treaded onwards with only one thought on his mind. ”You will see that we are deserving of more. I will prove it to you, lest I be cast into the Abyss for disgracing your will-” the being continued to whisper to himself in various cascading voices as his frame began to shrink. The atrocious aura followed suit, barely becoming noticeable. His tan skin became visible, only for it to be hidden underneath the cowl he wrapped around himself. The yellow glow emitting from his eyes faded as well once his metallic mask was affixed to his face, and the wisps leaking from behind his eyes dissipated entirely after he finished his uttering, now speaking in his singular mortal tone. “-Arun’Asna.” Art by Chris Cold 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Criala 728 Share Posted January 27, 2020 The only sound within the room had been the breathing of the Mali'fenn woman. Then the Exalted at entered the room, his voice reaching her ears. Her ear twitched a little, but his speaking didn't wake her. Though her sleep had been peaceful, the chaotic aura of the being began to take its toll on her. It caused her to stir, her brow furrowing, her body curling further into the blankets and pillow. After he left, and the aura had gone with him, her stirring ceased. She was left unaware of what had happened. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xx_BloodStalk_xX 2120 Share Posted January 27, 2020 Dael walks to his room with a bunch of midnight snacks wrapped around his arms. The ginger stopped, looking to the door as he heard some odd noises coming from inside. He’d press his ear against the door, his eyes widening once he began to hear some edgy ****, and began to speed-walk the **** out of there. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
UnBaed 8910 Share Posted January 27, 2020 Leagues away, in the midst of the night, a high elven woman slept on a bed of moss deep within a forgotten forest. A wind passed over her head, which caused the whispers of leaves to spread through the cool air. “Arun... Arun...” the leaves hissed, stirring the woman from her slumber. “Cassian..” she uttered weakly, still trapped within her dreams. Her features twisted into a small grimace, sweat had gathered on her brow. “The Mother...” the elven woman uttered further, growing restless in her sleep. Her hands clutched at the moss beneath her, gathering it in her fists. At last, she awoke with a gasp and a mild jolt and was only met with a chilling breeze in the night. Nemir’s figure was rigid, she sent a cautious glance around her surroundings before slumping back down with an exhale. ”Arun’Asna...” she muttered to herself, almost apprehensively. The very name sent another shiver through her body. It would be a sleepless night for her. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThatFunkyBunch 2037 Share Posted January 27, 2020 (edited) Spoiler Some Mali’ker offers praise to Luara. Who at least fulfills her promises. Edited January 27, 2020 by ThatFunkyBunch Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Archipelego 2093 Share Posted January 27, 2020 Grey the elf cooks some delicious scrambled eggs in the kitchen, grateful for his untouched soul and wholeness of mind. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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