The Grimoire

Welcome to The Grimoire! A guild focused around dark magics, occult activity and other evil badness! We're happy to have you here and hope to engage in much murder, mayhem, sacrifice, and other acts of evil!

[evaensuesencias-deactivated2022]

No creas al diablo, ni cuando dice la verdad.

Si en algún momento, siento que me vas hacer daño, finiquito de inmediato!!! 😉🍎

[azerothian-details]

Aesthetic || Magic Book

[mazurga]

Some alchemical ingredients (lol, oh, there’s a nirnroot right there too, sigh)

[moonlightdeathwish]

[bloody--cherry-deactivated20180]

[darkartfinds]

[serelia-evensong]

All Possible Truths

Serelia’s head pounds.  Pounding isn’t the right word.  It throbs.  It squirms and twists.  In her several hundred years of life, the woman who was once Quel’dorei, then Sin’dorei, now Ren’dorei, has experienced many sorts of headaches.  The minor aches and pains of every day life.  The withdrawal of caffeine.  The dull ache of too much to drink, and waking with a dehydrated body.

Nothing ever felt the way the Void feels.  Headaches can be described in so many ways, but the one she experiences today feels like a nest of worms writhing and squirming at the base of her neck, where spine meets skull.  The kind of pulsing moving ache that makes a person want to dig nails into their skin and attempt to rip out whatever can be found beneath.

It’s controlled, most days.  Since she lost her natural sight, since the Void ‘augmented’ the woman it claims as its own, she has focused her life on strict structure.  When you can see every possible reality all at once, it becomes difficult beyond measure to know what is true.  So she walks the same paths.  Trains the same places.  Drinks at the same seat in the bar.  She keeps eyes squeezed shut often, when the magic in her glasses can’t filter out the truths the Void wishes to show her.

In these ways, she stays sane, keeps the headaches and confusion at bay.  The Mage District.  The Canals.  The Golden Keg.  The Brawlpub hidden beneath it.  Old Town.  Training grounds.  The stall at the market that sells baking supplies.  She has an acute mental map that keeps her stable, filled with immutable facts that hold the Void’s madness at bay.

Today, she is in Westfall, a place she hasn’t been since she fought Percival what feels like a lifetime ago.  In truth, in her long lived life, it was barely a flicker, two years, give or take.  It feels longer, but regardless, Westfall is not a part of her mental map, so the headache writhes.

Going through her flows, the methods of control of body, mind, and spirit taught by the Panderan helps.  At least until a voice calls out, breaking through the meditative calm of her practice.

“Well, and here I thought I had come across something valuable,” the voice is echoed and metallic, altered by the metal mask the Warlock wears.  “Instead, it’s just one of the filthy pets of the crown who had the stupid idea to come after me.  On another bounty hunt to reclaim something that now belongs to me?”

In the space between where Serelia moves from pose to pose, eyes squeezed shut, and the Warlock calls out to her, she can tell there are Demons.  The pair of stalkers makin space between them, perhaps just his defense, or perhaps meant to menace.

She finishes her current sequence, a series of strikes at the air meant to keep an opponent off guard and off balance, before she lets her body ease.  She turns towards him, empty eyes opening, feet slightly apart, hands clasping at her mid back as she adopts a Military parade rest and takes in Percival.  “Come after you to reclaim something?  No, and of the crown?  Not in years.  I left my service to the Holts long ago,” a smile curves on her unpainted lips.  “Not many noble houses with a lot of need for a blind guard, though it turns out, even when you can see every possible reality, you’re still the scum at the bottom of a barrel in all of them.”  A hand leaves her back, moving to glide fingertips along the right arm of her glasses, dialing in the magic that helps focus her vision.

“Ha,” the barked laugh reverberates and echos with Percival’s mask.  He makes a gesture, any number of gestures, and the hounds, imps, succubi, eyes, whatever demons escort him, enter a state of rest.

“Blind as you may be, seems you finally see the truth of Stormwind; of humanity.  Once they see your darkness, you’re something to be thrown away and forgotten.  It’s almost poetic.”  He too adopts a position of comfort, one of either bravado or ease with hands behind his back.

What she tries not to let show is how badly she’s trembling.  The shudder in her body, the pain at the back of her head.  Having eyes open and putting on this little show of bravado is exposing herself to chaos.  She sees the man in the metal mask.  An old man.  A young man.  A shambling corpse.  A Nathrezim.  He walks amongst lush fields of wheat.  Of dead and dying grasslands.  Amidst bowing and adoring followers.  Amidst the dead and dying, bodies on stakes.  Her trembling hand continues its movement along the arm of glasses, attempting to dial in the things she knows are true.  The man in the metal mask.  Golden dying fields.  The pain at the back of her head squirms in protest.

Hand drops from the arm of glasses, settling back into Parade Rest.  There’s nothing more she can do to focus her vision, settling for occasionally closing her eyes to quiet the void.  “I was surprised when Stormwind took us in at all in the first place…but then, they needed soldiers for the fight they wanted to spin up for the Horde. Our so called leaders seemed eager enough to give them that so…smart move.”

None of this banter is why she’s here.

“It’s been a long time Percival, though not nearly long enough in my years.”

“Not long enough, and yet you’ve come back to the last place we crossed paths.  So either it’s mere coincidence that we happen to be in this wasteland of a region at the same time.  Or you’ve come lookin for me.  As a gambling man, my money is on the latter.  What do you want?”  Percival sees through Serelia.  It’s true, there’s no reason for the blind mother to be in a place like this, other than to seek the man who still hunts it.

“You’re right, I sought you out.  Much as I hate you…and in particular the…little gifts you had sent my way over the last few years.”  She shudders a little, though tries not to show it, thinking on the parts that arrived on her doorstep.  The man has a sick sense of humor.  “I still think you might have value to me.”

“And here I was worried they’d be lost in the mail,” Percival’s reply is marked with another laugh reverberating from within the metallic mask that hides his face.  “At least Stormwind’s postal service is reliable!”  The laugh becomes a veritable cackle.  

It cuts off abruptly though like a switch shut off, all seriousness retaking him as his mask focuses squarely on Serelia.  “So then.  What do you want?”

“Knowledge,” Serelia replies, remaining at comfortable ease, even as she trembles and writhes inside.  Her headache squirms.  “The rumors say that on top of whisking away innocents, and stealing the journals of young maidens,” as if anyone would actually call Rian that, “that you amass knowledge of all sorts of magic.   You’re not my first choice, but where others have failed, maybe you won’t.”

“The rumors are true,” Percival confirms as he closes the distance.  No longer wishing to shout, or perhaps continuing to show bravado in the face of one of the few people on this world who have gotten close enough to do him real physical harm.  “Unlike some wizards you might have spoken with, I learn about all magics.  Taboo or otherwise.”  The hounds part to flak the Ren’dorei, pincering her, creating a half circle of danger around the woman, but conspicuously leaving her rear free.  Perhaps a push to make her flee, to test her resolve.

“What makes you think I’d share anything with the woman who stabbed me?  You say I’m of value to you.  What value are you to me?”  The words don’t surprise Serelia.  She was prepared for him to try to make a deal of this.  It doesn’t stop a hint of a smirk at the memory of her hand razors sinking beneath his armour.

“If you have the knowledge that helps me control this,” Sere briefly lifts a hand from her back once more, indicating her eyes as they open wide again, revealing in full the dark endless nothing like bottomless wells in her face, “I would be willing to consider sharing my sight with you.  The Void shows reality in its fullness.  I see through illusions, through disguises, through hidden things both magic and mundane.”

Her hand returns to her back, and she ignores the threats around her, holding her ground.  Serelia has lived a long and dangerous life, survived every War that has hit Azeroth in the last two hundred years.  “I’m sure someone of your means and breadth could find a use for that.”

“Clairvoyance in exchange for control, an interesting proposition.”  Percival nods, seeming to truly consider the offer on the table.  “Well I can tell you now.  I don’t have the answer you’re after with me.  I may be a polymath of magic, but I’m still a summoner first.  But I may have something of value that could help you gain some sense of control over your dark powers.”

There’s every impression the man must be hiding something, but whatever it is isn’t visual, not on any spectrum the Void sighted woman can see.  It doesn’t matter, she always knew this deal would come with strings and complications.  It’s why he’s a last resort.

“You have your deal with this devil, Miss Evensong,” Percival proclaims, extending a hand out to her to shake and bind it.

For the briefest moment, Serelia considers attacking.  It would be easy to take advantage of their proximity.  Her vision shows it to her too.  She sees her hand lunge out, razors snapping into her palm.  Sees the spurt of blood fountaining in her vision as it slips beneath his jaw.  Into an armpit, through a weak joint at the hip.  None of it is real, and she doesn’t act on it, at the end of the day while she might kill him, there’s no assurance she wouldn’t get herself hurt in the process, and she won’t risk denying Zara of her mother.

“I don’t see that we can ever be allies,” her hand clasps with his, firm and calloused from a lifetime of combat, “but the knowledge I need comes from darker places than I have access to, and I’m comfortable paying for it in service.  So we have our deal.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Percival’s words are curt, and he turns on his heel, giving her his back.  She doesn’t act on it.  “I’ll meet you here, at this exact spot, in two days time,” his voice carries back towards her, he holds up a hand and what she can guess is two fingers, in spite of the magical tuning of her glasses starting to lose further focus as possible realities splinter off.  “And feel free to bring a bodyguard or two.  I certainly shall!”

A sharp whistle pierces the air, and the demons that follow Percival rustle the dried grasses of Westfall as they heel to his side, and he walks from view.

Serelia sees him leaving too, and in every possible way.  Dozens on dozens of Percivals in different shapes and sizes and forms mount, and portal, and sprint, and walk.  Multitudes on multitudes, but in common…all of them leave.  None turn and attack, none stay to kill her.  The void doesn’t seem to consider that that reality existed in this moment.  Interesting.

“Two days,” spoken quietly to herself as she turns from the spot to head up the road towards Elwynn, and home.  

One card has been lain on the table.  There’s still another to pursue during the two day wait.  A name whispered and rumored amidst underground fighters and illegal combat rings.  A woman who fights unlike any other, who whispers say fights like she has precognition, like every movement of her opponents is visible and known to her before they even make them.  ‘Darah’.  It’s not much to go on, and legends rarely prove to be as true and as large as stories make them.  Serelia though, is sure her time is limited, and wild rumors make firm allies of the desperate.

Her headache squirms.

[ Written alongside @thalsianiii; vague allusions to @kat-hawke​ ]

[darkartfinds]

[runawaydevill]

Fusion

[sailynthesayaad]

The Beginning Pt. 2

Part one.

“Ah dun care! Ah dun care!” Sail beat her fists in against her sisters chest, tears streaming down her cheeks, tail slapping down in against the floor of their small room. Despite the past four years passing by, Sail was still a full head shorter than her sibling. In the short time the two had been in the small city they had spent most of their time cheating and scamming other people, it was the best way to survive. Turns out the reason the city was so happy to take on two unlucky orphans was simply because a disease had infected in their stalk of food as it traveled from another small fishing village. The other village did not survive at all from the plague and was now a ghost town. The city was better managed but it still left many pairs without mates, other children without parents and Matriarchs without children to watch over or pairs to be with. The current Matriarch they were with had lost everything, became a drunk and a generally sunken, abusive male. The goal and hope was for him to have a turn around in being given the chance to look after young ones again, that unfortunately did not become the case. So it was up to Sail and Mast to get money and supplies for the house and take care of things. Mast also needed to trade for her voyage, which was proving difficult with the amount of time she had to spend taking the brunt of things from their current care taker, looking after Sail who despite her current state had become rather rebellious in her growing teenage years and seemed to enjoy stirring up quite the trouble which of course came back onto Mast. Mast sighed heavily, grabbing at her siblings wrists rather roughly and pulling them up over her head to keep her from striking further. “Sail! Enough! Ya kno’ ah got ta do dis. Our people grow weake’ an’ weake’ ‘ere an’ we dunno ‘ow other our kin are on da other A’lurs. We haf ta keep our traditions strong and our people.” A soft smile touched Masts lips as she let go of her, “So dun be sayin’ ya dun care abou’ me, when ah kno’ ya do. Ya gonna hurt someone’s feelin’s sayin’ that some day. Ya know no one gonna know ya as well as ah do, don’ let ‘em misunderstand.” Sail slowly began to calm down, sniffling back tears and snot, moving hands to rub at her eyes. “Ah dun wanna be alone. Ah dun like it.” “Then you don’t haft to be.” Came a new voice from the window of their bedroom, startling the pair of them, which caused the owner to chuckle. “Ah sorry sorry, didn’t mean ta jumps yas. Pretty nice speech there ya know eh? Ya two clearly close, and why people gotta splits such a bond eh? No no, don’t be sitting right by me.”  They couldn’t tell if the person in their window was male or female, as they leaned into it, resting chin on wrapped arms as they spoke and looked over the pair with keen eyes. There was an open strange wonder to their eyes that Sail was rather curious about, as if this person had seen wonders beyond their comprehension. Sail stepped in forward, “So then..ya kno’ ‘ow ah can stay with Mast?!” Another chuckle came from the elder as they went ahead to pull themselves through the window to stand with the pair, Mast quickly going for her spear to hold it stead fast to the invaders throat. They put up their hands but didn’t seem to even flinch over it, their attention seeming focused on Sail. “Oh yeah, don’t ya going worry over that. Look i’ll be straight with yas, not ta brag, but i’m from another world-”  Mast cut them off by pushing the spear in a bit more sharply, actually cutting into their skin, “That’s impossible! Dun lie!” A sudden gasp came from her, spear lowering slightly as eyes widen from the pair. The strangers blood wasn’t blue like their own, it was green. Slowly they moved to cover the wound, rubbing their hand over it and withdrew. The cut was gone, only a smear of the blood remained.”Well that’s one way of showing it a bit. But iffen ya need more proof why not come on with me?” Moving on they go out of the window they came through, with little hesitation Sail makes to follow before Mast grabs her by the arm, “No! We dun kno’ anythin’ about ‘em.” Hissing to her. Sail pulls away, “Iffen they can make it true dat i dun lose ya then ah dun care. Besides, iffen ya go what else am ah gonna do? Ah don’ got nothin’ ta lose in dis it seems ta me.” Shrugging a shoulder as she moves ahead to go out the window. Mast sighs, her sister had a point in any regard, least she couldn’t argue against it. Moving in along, she too would move out the window to follow the stranger. They would walk on in silence heading down towards a more abandoned rough part of the city, even in Sails and Masts dealings they avoided this part of the city. The entered into an abandoned storehouse, used for the colder months to store food. Within, standing in the middle, was a large metal seeming craft. A type of home or cocoon maybe? The siblings stared at in confusion, tilting their heads as they stared at it with uncertainty. This made the stranger chuckle. “Ya two truly are close.” When the pair looked in towards the stranger once more, they looked completely different. Rather then webbed toes they had hooves, their tail went from thick and scaly to thin and wired like with barbs running down it near the spine of back and curled tip end. On their back was a pair of webbed wings with dual claws in the midst top of the wings as they spread out. A pair of horns sprouted from their forehead curling up and back, spiraled into pointed steeps. One arm swept back with extended wings and the other curled forward in front of themselves, bowing forward. “Let me introduce myself, I am Sh’taria. I am a Sayaad of the Legion. We are a collective from across the universe seeking others to follow in our path, to bring about a peace like none ever known. But pretty words wont do here, why don’t i just show you?” In those yellow eyes a sparkle appeared that spoke out to Sail, the promise of a sight unknown, of expanses to be yet explored. It excited her. Heart beating in her chest as she stared wide eyed in wonder with something to knew and strange. Taking a steady step forward, toes drawing in together before they could touch back on the ground as her sister stopped her. “We don’ kno’ wha this…thing is. It’s no’ safe.” Mast spoke softly, seeming to glare over to the claimed being, Sayaad. “Iffen she wanted us dead, then we’d been dead already.” Sail spoke aloud looking over to her sister. With a small pause the elder sibling would sigh once more and withdraw her arm, moving to follow in along to see to just what this creature wanted. Sh’taria opened the hatch to her ship, lowering the door to reveal stairs and moved on ahead insider to start it up. At first the noises seemed to have dismayed the curious Chalurin younglings, but their curiosity grew and got the better of them, even Mast couldn’t help but desire to know exactly what was going on or just what this -thing- was. Once they had entered the ship, they never imagined how much their life had just changed with a door simply closing behind them. How much they would change, how much they would see and do and most of all how much regret Sail would soon live with.

[sailynthesayaad]

In her own little world

It had been a while since Sai’lyn was last alone, or as truly alone as she could ever get. The house suddenly felt a bit too big, had she really gotten so use to such small quarters? The front door was closed, locking it as she leaned against the wood, letting the guise of the Ren’dorei form fall away and let on her more usual pale green skinned form, the one she was most comfortable in, take shape. The small nubs of her horns put pressure on her head as they indented the wood. Hand running in down along it, hearing the neigh and trot of the horse as it pulled along the carriage carrying the trio of odd beings she had met and brought into her. Well and that one annoying woman who happened to be thrust in without her own wishes. Was she really in a position to argue it all? A heavy sigh as she moved on into the kitchen, looking in around the space. Around this time Inu’era would be toying over with some new recipe or helping her prepare the next batch of drugs to be sent out into the city. “Oh..i hope i don’t run out of cookies while she’s gone.” Speaking aloud to fill the space with some sound as she moves in towards the cabinets to open them up and take stuck of the sugary sweets to see what she would have left to nibble on idly. “Hm, maybe a week…” A disappointed sigh. Pulling down the kettle and some tea she’d make to brew some, anything really to keep herself busy and moving, she didn’t feel like sitting by. Once the tea was finished, she’d put in far too much sugar for a mere mortal, stirring it in causally as she moved on towards the dining table to sit down, pulling out her books to check over once more when next she needed to have the next shipment of drugs ready, who to meet, at what time and where to ensure the product got delivered and dealt. This was likely the third or so time that she went over it all, she had it memorized but she wanted to be busy. After sitting for so long, the shadows around her began to bleed and slither in along the walls and floor around her. Elongated mouths formed and stretched out along the darkness, showing off wicked grins and seeming as though to laugh towards her without making sounds. Eyes of plenty bleed through, turning this way and that way showing off a variety of shapes and styles, from slit iris’ to no iris’ to wide or long shapes, to triangles and ovals. Leaning back in the chair, a heavy sigh coming out from her. Setting the notebook down. Reaching over to idly bring the tea over to herself, resting the saucer on two fingers of one hand and slowly bringing the cup to lips to take a small sip before resting the butt of the cup to the saucer. “What is it? You clearly have plenty on your mind.” The shadow stretched out, or least attempted to before she pulled in on it’s strength and girth, reminding it just who was in charge of it’s power. A soft chuckle came from the mouths, filling the room with the presence of many.  “You sure are doing a lot for just some mortals. Even asking your most annoying rival for help. The thought of you even saying that word and not just once but twice to such a person. I never thought such a thing could occur.-” A laugh cut off the deity from speaking further, “Oh hush with your silly taunts. Caedera is the most annoying thing on this planet and as if i’d ever ask for anything from the little spider freak. You are giving Olivia too much credit. She did as i wanted in the end did she not? She’s merely a stepping stone and i was able to cut some jibs into her and now i have a better chance she can be of use later on. Ava is proving useful to me in making such things happen.” Eyes flicking up towards a pair near by, head tilting slightly, “Have you not noticed how much sugar i like in my tea? Well everyone is like that, they prefer sugar over salt. However, unlike myself not everyone can stomach so much of it so you have to balance the palate.” A flick of free hand, “Honestly, you should know me better by now. You’ve even seen me play as naive and sensitive, this is nothing.” Eyes turn back to her tea as hand reaches for it to reach and bring it back to her lips. A laugh sounds out in the room, “I do know you, i know you better than anything or anyone because i am a part of you. Now why don’t you show me your real form? I miss it.” The sayaad freezes, head turning in towards one of the mouths and eyes, growing and snarling in towards it. “Do not use -his- voice. You only have a piece of his soul and you’ll never get the rest, you don’t deserve it.” Irritated, she sets the tea down back on the table. “It’s rude to try to rile me like this, i have a lot of plans to make.” “Such as?” The voice changed once more into another annoying voice from her past, he ex-mentor. Moving from the chair to move towards the sink, the shadows being dragged in along the floors and walls behind her as she cleans and tidy’s up. “I need to ensure Ava joins Alice, or rather Helriel. I need to remark Stormwind as mine, so don’t worry you shall have some feasting.-” “You are playing by their rules still, you are taking things slow. This isn’t like you.” A soft chuckle, head turning back slightly, “I’m allowed to enjoy myself.” “Are you?” The voice asks. Silence. “Well? Sai’lyn, are you enjoying yourself?” Something about that voice, about -him- saying that sent shivers through her. Hands moving to grip in around the edge of the sink and counter, the metal groaning under the pressure. “I…” Hand moved to rub in over the stop between shoulder and collar bone as if some ghost pain still lingered. “I’m not going to let you take over again, whittle me down as much as you wish to try, i’m always going to win. I will always survive. I have to.” Another small chuckle, the voices change in over to array of more feminine tones. “Do you even know why you want that? Dar’thea remembers things, why don’t you steal that for yourself? Get back what you lost? She can tell you how.”

Pushing up from the counter, “I’ve lost nothing. I don’t need a reason to exist, i will out of spite if that’s what it comes to. I’ll take everything and anything i want.” A roll of neck and yawn, “Honestly, you’re starting to bore me again. You always think so little of me even after all this time. I don’t care if those three die, let alone the others involved. They get caught it’s their own doing, i just can’t have some little upstart thinking she has an edge on me. Get over yourself, you’re not impressive, remember whose the one who took you over. I’m in control!” Snarling and glaring down to the shadows about her, they begin to slowly recede back into herself. “Yes, of course, Mistress Sailidoria.” Eyes widen as that womans voice comes back to haunt her, body stiffening and eyes widening. Hands clutching tightly enough for nails to dig into flesh and cause some blood to leak between fingers, head tilting back as eyes close, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

[apassionateman]

Written words are magical. Let your mind wonder and wander to….

[sulamoon]

[sailynthesayaad]

The pinnacle path

As soon as the Sayaad landed feet onto the cobblestones of Stormwind city after leaving her toys apartment, she felt strained. A dizziness came in over her, the sunlight seemed far too bright causing her eyes to squeeze in shut and to turn her form away in towards the wall of the building, only to feel a twist into her stomach causing her to bend in forward and expel whatever could possible be in a Sayaads stomach. Seeming to be mostly acid and some remnants of Inu’era’s baked goods, she couldn’t even recall what they were before, her head pounding heavily so. Body was slick as she felt some moisture grow, sweat running down her neck. A sickness? Sayaad can’t get sick. Then again, she wasn’t really just a Sayaad. Narrowing eyes, one arm squeezing in around her midsection, she pushed from the wall and began a stumbled step out onto the main street. A driving force telling her to leave the city, to get as far away from people as possible. Odd stares were gifted in towards her, it made her worry her guise dropped. Free hand swinging a bit in front of her so she could keep a check that her skin was still a pale blue. Good, still a Ren’dorei. Hopefully people would just assume she’s battling the Void and leave her be. “They smell so good. All this life. Why can’t we eat them?” A nagging hiss of a voice, one with many voices, flowing between the pitches in a natural rhythm as it curved and tasted out it’s more seductive narrations. “You’re so starved here, so weak, let’s feed, let’s take this world.” A labored breath as she slumps a shoulder into a nearby wall for support as she stalls in her steps, “N-no…i promised. A hundred years…we have to wait.” “What? You only promised that so those two humans would die before then. You’ve grown soft and weak. That’s why Kol’tak almost defeated you, it’s why he had to die, it’s your fault. You barely saved his last little project.” The voices grew cruel, condescending. Pushing from the wall with her shoulder, she forced her legs to keep her body moving. Gritting teeth as she moved along. Forcing down and around to get the canals, just a bit further, make it there and she’s half way out. Just a bit further. “No. He…he died of his own accord, he set up his lose, he..-i was always going to defeat him anyways.” A sore spot was bringing down her guard, making her feel weaker. Foot slipping against a loose cobblestone and she crumbled under her own weight. Hands jutting out to catch herself, scrapping skin in against the stone, knees bruised under the crush of her weight slamming down to stone. Leaning forward on all fours, breathing heavily, sweat dripping down onto the stone before she could feel her stomach twist in again, expelling more of the acid that resided within it. Hands pulling up and wrapping about her stomach, squeezing in around it. “Are you really trying to reject me? The truth of the universe? Everything must die and we have to devour it all.” Taking in a quick sharp breath she slumps to the side before wavering to throw herself back into standing, quickening her steps as she struggles to keep moving. Some people had begun to gather, some curious, some seeming worried, others wondering if she was to become a threat, hands to weapons in such cases. They would still part to let her pass, she had seen such scenes before, she knew how bad these situations could be. Though usually she was the one that made them escalate, a way of culling out those that would hinder her past plans. So much easier to turn people against each other then get her own hands dirty. Mind would begin to focus down on other things, trying to drown out the voice for just a few moments as legs carried her faster and faster to get out of the city. Reciting the elemental chart, listing off random diagrams of various beings body formulas, listing off nervous systems, listing off planets she went to, listing off names of enemies that had escaped her or that were worthy of her ire. No matter how much information passed through her mind, no matter how quickly, it only made it seem like she’d never make it out of the city. The sights and buildings around her blurring in around her in a tunnel like vision. It was hard to tell exactly where she was or where she was really go. Trying to focus on key points she’d finally breach the city when she came out into the forest, following the colours, those deep greens and browns.  Stumbling in down to lay on the ground off down a short ways on the outskirts of the city wall, off the pathways and into the forest. Curling in on her side as she works on catching her breath, she’d finally focus her attention on the voice within. “No. I…am not…rejecting you. I know the worlds…the universe has to die, but…it can wait. We can wait, we have so long ahead of us.” “You’re just trying to stall!” The voices began to grow angry. A small smile curls at the corners of her mouth, tears threatening to well in her eyes, “What’s wrong with that? I stalled invasions to find you. Time stalled my heart when my sister died. I…i finally get a chance to choose who i want to be, with you. I’m not just…a weapon anymore and i’m not…just your vessel anymore. I can become something else. You have a choice, to become something with me or to die. I will never reject the truth of death, but i will reject what you’ve become.” A laugh forces from her lungs as the heels of her palms presses to her eyes, “What have i done? Why did i think i could control you? You were once a true God of Death and now…you are just a starved and deprived beast, lazily riding my shoulders to feed your false hunger. You became so starved you think all you have to do is feed.” “I am the truth of all things! The ender of all life! What i take is meant to be taken! What you take is meant to end!” The aggression was growing and in her current state there was no way she could keep what was coming back, there was so little strength in her as it was. Gritting her teeth she’d force herself up once more, form changing back to her usual demonic one, not even wasting energy to keep her more pleasant form, deeming a slight release as she took on the red and black skin with it’s twisted, warped horns. Spreading wings she’d climb up in towards the sky, climbing higher and higher and begin to fly in towards Westfall. “There is…so much more to it then that.” Weakly trying to rebuttal, but it was of little use. The truth, the truth beyond death, was that she truly did believe in such things too. She wanted it all to be dead, she wanted to be the one to kill everything because she felt she earned that right. “You’re weak, you’ve grown soft, you have affection for mortals, how dare you think you’ve earned this, you will never be trusted or loved for the things you’ve done! You don’t deserve any sympathy! You don’t deserve their love! You’ll never redeem yourself to them! You saw what they did to Kol’tak! They’ll do the same to you too! You don’t deserve a chance at any sort of life! You don’t deserve a second chance at anything!” The words hammered in through her very being, the scream of so many voices, it was overwhelming her mind. Men, women, children, screaming and reminding her over and over again on the monster she truly was. Reminding her of every crime. Reminding her of even the things that weighed on her. Everything was beginning to grow dark, soon the thing within her would take over, at the very least she could try and keep it bound in one place. Sai’lyn wasn’t the type to not be prepared for anything, she knew one day she may fall to such things. Inu’era falling to it’s hunger that night was a good reminder of it. Remaining on her track of ignoring the voice, she began by listing names of people she had grown some attachment over, the names that would give her strength to get through this and do what she had to. “Nymora, Darlenath, Lethea, Karrista, Tara’lena, Olivia, Caedera, Alice, Cypris, Percival, Bel’sharia. Nymora, Darlenath, Lethea, Karrista, Tara’lena, Olivia, Caedera, Alice, Cypris, Percival, Bel’sharia. Nymora,  Darlenath, Lethea Karrista, Tara’lena, Olivia, Caedera, Alice, Cypris, Percival, Bel’sharia.” Over and over she would begin to chant the names, faster and faster as she worked. Finding herself in the abandoned mine she once found the first time she was stranded, in along the coastline of Westfall near the eastern shores. She’d reach into the nether and produce a chain with a ankle clasp, along with a spike. Once the creature saw just what she had in mind, the darkness would try to flee from her body. Stretching out and grasping at the stones, trying to pull her out from the cave as she moved in deeper and deeper before finally closing the clasp to her ankle and drive the stake through one of the chains links. “We. Are. Not! Going! Anywhere! I will starve you all over again if i have to!”  The voices screamed out, the sounds echoing through the tunnels. Some time would pass and of course the noise and the sight of a demon in the air would draw people in to defense, there was nothing she could do about that. Her mind was blank, there was nothing more she could do at this point.  The wispy tails of the darkness would coil, their maws breaching as they eagerly awaited their dinner as a small group of soldiers would invade the cave. Tongue poking from her lips as she licked them over, smelling the sweat scent of their fear, it was all too delicious to deny such a meal.

(( Mentions: @the-sovereign-daughter @darthea-the-demon @netherstrike @olivia-lovecraft @caedera-mendenhall @cypris-thalsian @thalsianiii @karrista ))

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[thalsianiii]

Seeking Annihilation

“Illydus, I summon you to my side,” Percival called out atop his tower. Magic glowed from his fingertips as he conjured forth a portal. Floating out of the black wormhole was a demonic observer. Seven eyes blinked at random intervals as a gruesome grin of sharp fangs and drool painted the beasts face.

“How can I be of service, Massster Thalsian?” the Observer queried. The scent of magic lingering in the air, causing his nostrils to flare with excitement.

“You are my most intelligent and well traveled of all my demons, Illydus. I need you to verify the authenticity of something for me. If anyone in the tower can do so, it is you and only you,” he explained, stroking the demons ego immediately.

The warlock reached into the sleeve of his robe and pulled out a crystalline structure. It held a sickly green colour and stank of death and brimstone.

Every tendril that dangled from the demons body shook and quivered with excitement as all seven eyes fixated on the stone. The multitude of eyes glanced at the master warlock, and back to the stone a few times. Saliva drooled down the demons chin into puddles on the floor below.

“Is this… yessss it issss~!” he hissed with shock and awe. Floating closer, his large tongue protruded out to run along the surface of the stone, tasting the magic within. “It is weak, master, but it is indeed a Keystone to a world of the Twisting Nether.”

“Good,” Percival replied with a simple nod, though inside his heart was racing with excitement, “Can you tell me which world? A name, constellations, specifics?”

Again, the demon fixed it’s gaze on the surface of the stone. His tongue slipped back into his jaws as he focused on the minute details of the stones magic.

“I…cannot,” he finally answered after minutes of focus, “But I can say with absolute certainty it connects to a world dominated by the Annihilan. The magic inside is simply too weak for me to say which one, or perhaps it is a master key to access multiple worlds under their dominion.”

From behind his mask Percival scowled. This stone had cost him a fortune and while it was authentic enough to stay his hand, it was clear he still needed to do much more work to achieve his end goals.

“Illydus, I’ll assemble The Trinity sometime in the days to come. I believe if I’m to find the demon I seek, I’ll need all of your help in doing so. This will be a gargantuan task…”