Post by General Cheese on Oct 9, 2005 15:11:31 GMT -5
"Do ye realize it now? There is no escape! This is who ye are! Ye shoul' be beheaded for yer betrayal, Tezarohk. But I think ye've suffered enough for now."
Tear was huddled against a tree, bruised and bleeding. He was shivering from the pain that was coursing through his spine.
Never had Daray beat him like this; there had always been an ounce of mercy for his favorite servant. But now there was no mercy. The Demon Lord was relentless in his blows. Tear did not stand a chance. He spat out a molar and looked at Daray; for the first time with fear. He had always resented his master but he never feared that he would beat him to death. But now he saw that his master was completely capable and didn't really give a damn about what happened.
Daray seemed pleased by Tear's fear for he knelt beside his broken form and smirked. "Very good, Tezarohk," he whispered in Tear's ear. He stood up straight and clasped his hands behind his back.
"Now; yer girl friend somehow used a powerful deportation ritual to expel the demon out of ye... But did ye ever think about how ye ARE the demon. What ye are now is but half o' yerself. Yer molecular makeup and spiritual makeup are on the fritz now. One good thing has come out of this: Though unstable, yer power has sky-rocketed. All I must do is recreate the part of yer soul that Eaida broke... Ye will be a puppet once again; ye will be more ruthless and powerful than ever before. An' it's all Eadia's fault!" He laughed.
Tear stared at his master as the horrible, sickening feeling of horror gripped at his heart. He almost felt like vomiting. He shook his head pleadingly.
"No! Master! Show mercy! I'll be good! I'll hone my power the way I am! Don't make me go back!" He croaked.
Daray's laugh grew. "Yer not being givin' a choice, Tezarohk. It's this or death," he said quietly.
Tear's eyes narrowed as some of the fear evaporated from his soul. "I'd rather die," he spat.
Daray shook his head. "As I said: Yer not being givin' a choice. Now be quiet and still... this will only take a few minutes."
Tear felt his muscles contract like ropes being tugged at opposite ends. He couldn't move. Tears began to fill in his eyes; he realized there was no escape from this. It was his purpose. His fate. Not a soul could escape fate. He then closed his eyes and complete darkness washed over him. The last thing he heard was the horrible laughter of Daray.
Tear was huddled against a tree, bruised and bleeding. He was shivering from the pain that was coursing through his spine.
Never had Daray beat him like this; there had always been an ounce of mercy for his favorite servant. But now there was no mercy. The Demon Lord was relentless in his blows. Tear did not stand a chance. He spat out a molar and looked at Daray; for the first time with fear. He had always resented his master but he never feared that he would beat him to death. But now he saw that his master was completely capable and didn't really give a damn about what happened.
Daray seemed pleased by Tear's fear for he knelt beside his broken form and smirked. "Very good, Tezarohk," he whispered in Tear's ear. He stood up straight and clasped his hands behind his back.
"Now; yer girl friend somehow used a powerful deportation ritual to expel the demon out of ye... But did ye ever think about how ye ARE the demon. What ye are now is but half o' yerself. Yer molecular makeup and spiritual makeup are on the fritz now. One good thing has come out of this: Though unstable, yer power has sky-rocketed. All I must do is recreate the part of yer soul that Eaida broke... Ye will be a puppet once again; ye will be more ruthless and powerful than ever before. An' it's all Eadia's fault!" He laughed.
Tear stared at his master as the horrible, sickening feeling of horror gripped at his heart. He almost felt like vomiting. He shook his head pleadingly.
"No! Master! Show mercy! I'll be good! I'll hone my power the way I am! Don't make me go back!" He croaked.
Daray's laugh grew. "Yer not being givin' a choice, Tezarohk. It's this or death," he said quietly.
Tear's eyes narrowed as some of the fear evaporated from his soul. "I'd rather die," he spat.
Daray shook his head. "As I said: Yer not being givin' a choice. Now be quiet and still... this will only take a few minutes."
Tear felt his muscles contract like ropes being tugged at opposite ends. He couldn't move. Tears began to fill in his eyes; he realized there was no escape from this. It was his purpose. His fate. Not a soul could escape fate. He then closed his eyes and complete darkness washed over him. The last thing he heard was the horrible laughter of Daray.
