Post by Sirius on May 1, 2014 23:34:12 GMT
Silence and darkness filled the small room. A deafening silence that would cause even the average human being to go completely insane. The blinding darkness that consumes everything in it’s wake, leaving nothing but shadows of what the person had once been. The room had been like this for a long period of time, even with the feeling that there were other people within it. Without warning, the light sound of scraping broke the beautiful silence, followed quickly by a far off thud. A muffled voice sounded just after.
In that very moment, the bright orange hue of a lit match fought off the darkness of the room, illuminating the a portion of the room and showing the figures of multiple people. Slowly, the hand that held the match moved to the lantern that was grasped within the person’s other hand. As the match touched the candle within the lantern, fire gulped up the tip of the candle as it began to burn .With the lantern lighting up, the entirety of the substantially small room was illuminated with a dim light, although the holder of the lantern could not yet be identified. The burnt out match was thrown to the side. The light showed two rows of figures, parallel to each other. They all wore similar dark black clothing, and their main feature was the dark black eyes, as well as a long running scar going from adjacent to their right eye down to their lower jaw. Some looked more recent then others, as if it was only a scab and the incision had been made days ago. In the center of the two parallel rows of men and women, was one man. He was on his knees, with his arms tied tight behind his back. His shirt was ripped to shreds, and although his back was turned, there was obviously a blindfold placed around his face, as well as something muffling his mouth.
The only thing that set aside the deafening silence was the crackling sound of the flaming candle within the lantern. That changed within a few moments however, as the sinister and cruel voice of the holder of the lantern made his voice known. “He’s got the whole world…In his hands.” He began the children’s song at a slow and quiet pace.
The black boots of the lantern’s mysterious and sinister holder began to make slow movement towards the tied male. The shining glint of metal was seen within the holder’s free hand. It was the blade of a beautifully crafted, unsullied knife.
“He’s got the whole wide world…In his hands.”
The holder got closer, as the male’s muffled voice grew louder and more frantic. In response, one of the men within the rows harshly smacked his hand across his bruised face, momentarily silencing him. The grip on the blade grew tighter. The blade glinted and shined more.
“He’s got the whole world in his…hands.”
A cynical laughter escaped from his lips as he stood just behind the back of the frantic male. He lifted his arm carrying the knife, pressing the tip of the blade menacingly against the spot adjacent to the male’s right eye as his other arm softly cradled the head of the tied up male as if he was a small child. His muffled sounds grew in volume. Oh, but the man with the glowing lantern knew all. The sounds of fear would turn into excitement.
“He’s got you and me brother…In his hands”
He cradled his head tighter as he pressed the blade deep into the skin, breaking the skin as crimson blood began to spill out from the new and open wound. The loud sounds turned into muffled screams as the male frantically tried to escape from his imprisonment. This frantic attempt at escape only caused for more laughter to escape from the holder of the lantern, and the knife. The rest of the people beside the two were silenced.
“He’s got you and me brother, in his hands…”
The blade, now deep into the skin and muscle right next to the male’s right eye, began to move downwards, cutting perfectly through the skin in an accurate line, moving down towards the male’s jaw line as his screaming began to lower. It could have been from the numbness, but the holder knew that the male was beginning to take exception to the beauty of what he was doing.
“He’s got the whole word….In his…”
Finally, after the blade made it’s way to the jaw line, the holder of the blade harshly pulled the knife out from the skin. Blood covered the entire right side of the male’s face, his head looking down as his breathing seemed to get heavier. The cut that had been made, was identical to the incision scars that everybody else had been afflicted with within the room.
“Hands.”
The small sound of the metal grinding against it’s sheath once the knife was put away sounded throughout the room. The male leaned down, pressing his face against the other. The lantern brilliantly illuminated his face. The scar, similar to everybody else‘s, was clearly evident. His crimson red eyes glinted against the crackling orange lights, through the bangs of his dark black hair that hung low and partially covered his facial structure. The sadistic smile plastered on his face was evident.
His arm stopped cradling his head, his hands moving to the back of his head and removing the blindfold, allowing it to fall to the ground. Just after, He also took the rag that had muffled his mouth out, throwing it down next to the blindfold. The heavy breath of the male was the only sound within the room. His eyes were not wild. They were accepting. As if he was ready for this, now.
The male stood upright, looking down at the young male still on his knees. He lifted his right foot up and allowed it to hang there, leading the average person to wonder what he was going to do.
“Welcome to the Court, my brother.”
The right foot that had been stagnating within the air came down onto the back of the male’s head. It did not do anything but knock him unconscious, causing him to fall forward onto the cold concrete ground, a pool of crimson forming around his face. The sadistic male fell to his knees, looking at the other as hysterical laughter elicited from his lips. He raised his right arm up, and as the room continued to be filled with laughter, the male blew out the candle that was witholding the only light in the room. There was only one thing to conclude about the disturbing scene.
After being routed from their original spot on the outskirts of Telaris by one Solar Dawn, he had found his place in Respite’s Grotto as some underground cult lord.
Sirius Nightshade…Has returned.
In that very moment, the bright orange hue of a lit match fought off the darkness of the room, illuminating the a portion of the room and showing the figures of multiple people. Slowly, the hand that held the match moved to the lantern that was grasped within the person’s other hand. As the match touched the candle within the lantern, fire gulped up the tip of the candle as it began to burn .With the lantern lighting up, the entirety of the substantially small room was illuminated with a dim light, although the holder of the lantern could not yet be identified. The burnt out match was thrown to the side. The light showed two rows of figures, parallel to each other. They all wore similar dark black clothing, and their main feature was the dark black eyes, as well as a long running scar going from adjacent to their right eye down to their lower jaw. Some looked more recent then others, as if it was only a scab and the incision had been made days ago. In the center of the two parallel rows of men and women, was one man. He was on his knees, with his arms tied tight behind his back. His shirt was ripped to shreds, and although his back was turned, there was obviously a blindfold placed around his face, as well as something muffling his mouth.
The only thing that set aside the deafening silence was the crackling sound of the flaming candle within the lantern. That changed within a few moments however, as the sinister and cruel voice of the holder of the lantern made his voice known. “He’s got the whole world…In his hands.” He began the children’s song at a slow and quiet pace.
The black boots of the lantern’s mysterious and sinister holder began to make slow movement towards the tied male. The shining glint of metal was seen within the holder’s free hand. It was the blade of a beautifully crafted, unsullied knife.
“He’s got the whole wide world…In his hands.”
The holder got closer, as the male’s muffled voice grew louder and more frantic. In response, one of the men within the rows harshly smacked his hand across his bruised face, momentarily silencing him. The grip on the blade grew tighter. The blade glinted and shined more.
“He’s got the whole world in his…hands.”
A cynical laughter escaped from his lips as he stood just behind the back of the frantic male. He lifted his arm carrying the knife, pressing the tip of the blade menacingly against the spot adjacent to the male’s right eye as his other arm softly cradled the head of the tied up male as if he was a small child. His muffled sounds grew in volume. Oh, but the man with the glowing lantern knew all. The sounds of fear would turn into excitement.
“He’s got you and me brother…In his hands”
He cradled his head tighter as he pressed the blade deep into the skin, breaking the skin as crimson blood began to spill out from the new and open wound. The loud sounds turned into muffled screams as the male frantically tried to escape from his imprisonment. This frantic attempt at escape only caused for more laughter to escape from the holder of the lantern, and the knife. The rest of the people beside the two were silenced.
“He’s got you and me brother, in his hands…”
The blade, now deep into the skin and muscle right next to the male’s right eye, began to move downwards, cutting perfectly through the skin in an accurate line, moving down towards the male’s jaw line as his screaming began to lower. It could have been from the numbness, but the holder knew that the male was beginning to take exception to the beauty of what he was doing.
“He’s got the whole word….In his…”
Finally, after the blade made it’s way to the jaw line, the holder of the blade harshly pulled the knife out from the skin. Blood covered the entire right side of the male’s face, his head looking down as his breathing seemed to get heavier. The cut that had been made, was identical to the incision scars that everybody else had been afflicted with within the room.
“Hands.”
The small sound of the metal grinding against it’s sheath once the knife was put away sounded throughout the room. The male leaned down, pressing his face against the other. The lantern brilliantly illuminated his face. The scar, similar to everybody else‘s, was clearly evident. His crimson red eyes glinted against the crackling orange lights, through the bangs of his dark black hair that hung low and partially covered his facial structure. The sadistic smile plastered on his face was evident.
His arm stopped cradling his head, his hands moving to the back of his head and removing the blindfold, allowing it to fall to the ground. Just after, He also took the rag that had muffled his mouth out, throwing it down next to the blindfold. The heavy breath of the male was the only sound within the room. His eyes were not wild. They were accepting. As if he was ready for this, now.
The male stood upright, looking down at the young male still on his knees. He lifted his right foot up and allowed it to hang there, leading the average person to wonder what he was going to do.
“Welcome to the Court, my brother.”
The right foot that had been stagnating within the air came down onto the back of the male’s head. It did not do anything but knock him unconscious, causing him to fall forward onto the cold concrete ground, a pool of crimson forming around his face. The sadistic male fell to his knees, looking at the other as hysterical laughter elicited from his lips. He raised his right arm up, and as the room continued to be filled with laughter, the male blew out the candle that was witholding the only light in the room. There was only one thing to conclude about the disturbing scene.
After being routed from their original spot on the outskirts of Telaris by one Solar Dawn, he had found his place in Respite’s Grotto as some underground cult lord.
Sirius Nightshade…Has returned.