Fallen From Elysium

Independent RP sideblog

[asksinisterstrange]

*a single white feather appears to float in midair by the window of the sanctum, just out of reach. When you touch it, it slowly blackens and disintegrates to ash in your hands*

.....what...? *panting a bit due to the wounds and intensive dark magic usage*

[fallen-from-elysium]

doctorstrangerp

Sinister squinted, trying to comprehend. Angel. A real angel? Indeed. He wasn't like most men. He was a beast. A monster. A heartless corrupted version of someone who once was...decent.

Some blood started to drip, hitting the floor. He shouldn't have moved...

"Unnatural? I've done many unnatural things..."

He smirked, a fake smile, his eyes were focusing on the void. He was thinking what to do.

The more she spoke the clearer it became. She was there to kill him.

"Do all living creatures that enter a suffering loop have this destiny? Angels like you are sent to give the last...mercy strike?"

He coughed.

"Relax. As if. I won't let you kill me. I still am going to leave this crumbling reality...and I will have everything I want!"

Sinister focused, his purple aura shone. He was ready to fight back.

~~~ The figure seemed to heave a small sigh, tilting her head as though looking at a petulant child. It is the destiny of all mortal beings to die. I do not bring death; death brings me. Many men have tried to escape death before, but none have succeeded. It is inevitable. If you choose to resist, you will only prolong your suffering.

Her eyes lingered on his a bit longer. There was anger, and defiance to be sure; but she could also see the telltale signs of fear... and of deep, long-endured suffering. I... do not wish to hurt you. Doubtless you have experienced a great deal of loss... Do you not wish to see them again? Your... loved ones? Her gaze fell to his hands, one of which was eerily discolored at the fingers and clutched tightly around a book- an object that seemed to emanate a feeling of dread about the place...

[asksinisterstrange]

*a single white feather appears to float in midair by the window of the sanctum, just out of reach. When you touch it, it slowly blackens and disintegrates to ash in your hands*

.....what...? *panting a bit due to the wounds and intensive dark magic usage*

[fallen-from-elysium]

*a calming voice that echoes as though coming from a large, empty chamber speaks, though no one is yet visible* Stephen Strange...  Your mortal suffering is at an end.

[doctorstrangerp]

Sinister shivered at the echo.

Was that real? That voice? It was so beautiful, yet, it forged fear inside him.

"What..." Sinister whispered, his eyes searching but finding nothing.

With one hand against his stomach, resisting the pain, he slowly limped back, eyes narrowed attempting to find at least a target.

He opened his third eye trying to sense any other sign, but nothing.

Was that...his time to die? He didn't want to. He still had hopes of escaping that reality.

[fallen-from-elysium]

Gradually, the room seemed to fill with a warm glow, like soft sunlight. I have watched you, suffering alone in this forsaken place. You have been on the edge of death for days, yet you choose to cling with all you have left in you to the tortured mortal husk that imprisons you. Why do you linger here? Are you not in pain?

[doctorstrangerp]

Sinister stared that odd presence.

Warmth. Since when had him felt such warmth?

"Shut up..."

It was all he thought.

Of course he had been suffering. Of course he wanted to survive, escape that place, live.

Why did he linger there? Pfft. He still had faith he could get out and heal...and....

His eyes were so heavy....

[fallen-from-elysium]

For a moment, the light grew brighter, enough that it would have hurt the eyes of the viewer like direct sunlight. After a moment, it faded a bit, the shape of a person seeming to materialize within it. Well, not quite a flesh and bone person, but one seemingly made of light. A woman, nearly 10 feet tall, with shining white wings and a flowing airy gown. Her face was kind, but almost unnaturally still, as though it were sculpted from marble. "Hmm, that's not the reaction most people have," she replied, smiling faintly in a way that seemed at once to be filled with maternal nurturing and child-like curiosity. "Be not afraid of me. I mean you no harm."

[doctorstrangerp]

His eyes hurt and along with it, a migraine in his front. What was she? He didn't know. He had never seen such a thing. He had only read about...

"Are you an angel?"

Angels...

He thought they would be scary. Alien looking. Things the human mind couldn't understand.

"What? Who said I'm scared?"

Sinister smirked, one hand holding his aching stomach, he stood.

That warmth....

He wanted to join it. Embrace it. But what did she want?

"Will you get me out of here?"

[fallen-from-elysium]

"That is one of the names you have given us, yes," she replied gently. "...Most men are frightened by our appearance. But... you are not like most men, are you?" Her brow furrowed slightly with concern as she studied his injuries and watched him struggle to his feet. "Yes. That is why I have been sent, to take you on from this place. It is quite... unnatural... that you should have survived with those injuries for so long." "...Just relax. Lie down. Close your eyes. Focus on the sound of my voice, and rest. Let go of what tethers you to this body, this world. Do this and you shall be in pain no longer."

[asksinisterstrange]

*a single white feather appears to float in midair by the window of the sanctum, just out of reach. When you touch it, it slowly blackens and disintegrates to ash in your hands*

.....what...? *panting a bit due to the wounds and intensive dark magic usage*

[fallen-from-elysium]

*a calming voice that echoes as though coming from a large, empty chamber speaks, though no one is yet visible* Stephen Strange...  Your mortal suffering is at an end.

[doctorstrangerp]

Sinister shivered at the echo.

Was that real? That voice? It was so beautiful, yet, it forged fear inside him.

"What..." Sinister whispered, his eyes searching but finding nothing.

With one hand against his stomach, resisting the pain, he slowly limped back, eyes narrowed attempting to find at least a target.

He opened his third eye trying to sense any other sign, but nothing.

Was that...his time to die? He didn't want to. He still had hopes of escaping that reality.

[fallen-from-elysium]

Gradually, the room seemed to fill with a warm glow, like soft sunlight. I have watched you, suffering alone in this forsaken place. You have been on the edge of death for days, yet you choose to cling with all you have left in you to the tortured mortal husk that imprisons you. Why do you linger here? Are you not in pain?

[doctorstrangerp]

Sinister stared that odd presence.

Warmth. Since when had him felt such warmth?

"Shut up..."

It was all he thought.

Of course he had been suffering. Of course he wanted to survive, escape that place, live.

Why did he linger there? Pfft. He still had faith he could get out and heal...and....

His eyes were so heavy....

[fallen-from-elysium]

For a moment, the light grew brighter, enough that it would have hurt the eyes of the viewer like direct sunlight. After a moment, it faded a bit, the shape of a person seeming to materialize within it. Well, not quite a flesh and bone person, but one seemingly made of light. A woman, nearly 10 feet tall, with shining white wings and a flowing airy gown. Her face was kind, but almost unnaturally still, as though it were sculpted from marble. "Hmm, that's not the reaction most people have," she replied, smiling faintly in a way that seemed at once to be filled with maternal nurturing and child-like curiosity. "Be not afraid of me. I mean you no harm."

[asksinisterstrange]

*a single white feather appears to float in midair by the window of the sanctum, just out of reach. When you touch it, it slowly blackens and disintegrates to ash in your hands*

.....what...? *panting a bit due to the wounds and intensive dark magic usage*

[fallen-from-elysium]

*a calming voice that echoes as though coming from a large, empty chamber speaks, though no one is yet visible* Stephen Strange...  Your mortal suffering is at an end.

[doctorstrangerp]

Sinister shivered at the echo.

Was that real? That voice? It was so beautiful, yet, it forged fear inside him.

"What..." Sinister whispered, his eyes searching but finding nothing.

With one hand against his stomach, resisting the pain, he slowly limped back, eyes narrowed attempting to find at least a target.

He opened his third eye trying to sense any other sign, but nothing.

Was that...his time to die? He didn't want to. He still had hopes of escaping that reality.

[fallen-from-elysium]

Gradually, the room seemed to fill with a warm glow, like soft sunlight. I have watched you, suffering alone in this forsaken place. You have been on the edge of death for days, yet you choose to cling with all you have left in you to the tortured mortal husk that imprisons you. Why do you linger here? Are you not in pain?

[asksinisterstrange]

*a single white feather appears to float in midair by the window of the sanctum, just out of reach. When you touch it, it slowly blackens and disintegrates to ash in your hands*

.....what...? *panting a bit due to the wounds and intensive dark magic usage*

[fallen-from-elysium]

*a calming voice that echoes as though coming from a large, empty chamber speaks, though no one is yet visible* Stephen Strange...  Your mortal suffering is at an end.