Post by Sirius on Mar 25, 2014 0:58:59 GMT
He had awaited this day….
The cold, calculating smile that had crept onto his lips told the entire story. His sea green eyes glowed with something that could only be described as devilish intentions. He sat at the alter of the broken down church, the only thing lighting up the night being the licking flames of the candles that stood in rows about the area. The mosaics that had been originally plastered with the fake gods that people believed roamed this land, were now plastered with his own version. Of himself, and the rest of the gods that really made up the world in which they lived. The unknown gods that nobody wanted to acknowledge because they were AFRAID of them. The rows of seats were rickety and half-destroyed, some even nothing but rubble, but the entirety of this broken and destroyed building was to represent that even with it’s scars, the church was still standing tall. It was symbolic to the Nightshades. Even with the Suleriasts bringing them down every step of the way, they were still standing tall, and prepared for battle. And now it was time, to end this religious feud once and for all.
He had been sitting down upon the alter at the front most side of the church, his gaze fixated on the cold hard ground beneath him, his long tufts of thick black hair covering the majority of his facial features to the wandering eye. His clothes, ripped and torn in some areas of his body. The scar on his cheek, seeming to glow against the moonlight that shined through the shattered window panes. It was all perfect. Completely perfect.
His eyes darted up towards the rows of chairs that were in front of him. His now revealed eyes shimmered against the moon, as he looked out towards his loyal followers, that had the same beliefs as him, and gave him the title of ‘God‘. He had been sitting there, just like that, eyes towards the ground, for a few agonizing minutes now. It was as if he was contemplating, thinking. And finally, he stood up straight, looking out towards them.
“My children…” He began, “It is finally time. The locusts…they have spoken to me. The far off voices of the gods have informed me that it is the perfect time now, to strike!”
The hand of The Dark Lord banged down onto the altar beside him. His followers started to become excited. They knew it was time as well.
He threw his hair back, fully revealing his scarred and blemished face. “They think that they can just sit on their mountaintops, inside of their figurative castles, being guarded by powerful soldiers.” His voice became mocking, “The people, they have safety within their minds. They think that nothing bad can ever happen to them.”
Without warning, he broke out into a hysterical laughter. As if this was the most hilarious thing he had ever heard himself say. It was the kind of laughter that you could barely control, with a sinister cackle as the undertone. When he finally stopped, his hand banged against the wall, hard, as his stone cold gaze bored into the eyes of the males and females before him.
“They are NOT safe! We will CLIMB up their steep mountains, we will DESTROY their tall castles. We will thrust the knife of truth into their gullets, and make them realize, that NOTHING is invincible! DESTRUCTION, is inevitable.”
The crowd before him was slowly but surely becoming more and more excited by this speech. They were beginning to cheer, their eyes glimmering with hunger against the bright lights of the candles and the moons. The Dark Lord smiled, almost like a gleeful child.
“And very soon, my children. These people will realize what it is like,” His voice grew lighter, his eyes narrower, his smile wider, “To be in the presence, of true…gods.” Once again, he laughed.
It seemed like a frenzy now. Each and every one of them were prepared for battle. They would attack soon, in the dead of night. And Sirius Nightshade would finally rule the lands of Telaris.
The cold, calculating smile that had crept onto his lips told the entire story. His sea green eyes glowed with something that could only be described as devilish intentions. He sat at the alter of the broken down church, the only thing lighting up the night being the licking flames of the candles that stood in rows about the area. The mosaics that had been originally plastered with the fake gods that people believed roamed this land, were now plastered with his own version. Of himself, and the rest of the gods that really made up the world in which they lived. The unknown gods that nobody wanted to acknowledge because they were AFRAID of them. The rows of seats were rickety and half-destroyed, some even nothing but rubble, but the entirety of this broken and destroyed building was to represent that even with it’s scars, the church was still standing tall. It was symbolic to the Nightshades. Even with the Suleriasts bringing them down every step of the way, they were still standing tall, and prepared for battle. And now it was time, to end this religious feud once and for all.
He had been sitting down upon the alter at the front most side of the church, his gaze fixated on the cold hard ground beneath him, his long tufts of thick black hair covering the majority of his facial features to the wandering eye. His clothes, ripped and torn in some areas of his body. The scar on his cheek, seeming to glow against the moonlight that shined through the shattered window panes. It was all perfect. Completely perfect.
His eyes darted up towards the rows of chairs that were in front of him. His now revealed eyes shimmered against the moon, as he looked out towards his loyal followers, that had the same beliefs as him, and gave him the title of ‘God‘. He had been sitting there, just like that, eyes towards the ground, for a few agonizing minutes now. It was as if he was contemplating, thinking. And finally, he stood up straight, looking out towards them.
“My children…” He began, “It is finally time. The locusts…they have spoken to me. The far off voices of the gods have informed me that it is the perfect time now, to strike!”
The hand of The Dark Lord banged down onto the altar beside him. His followers started to become excited. They knew it was time as well.
He threw his hair back, fully revealing his scarred and blemished face. “They think that they can just sit on their mountaintops, inside of their figurative castles, being guarded by powerful soldiers.” His voice became mocking, “The people, they have safety within their minds. They think that nothing bad can ever happen to them.”
Without warning, he broke out into a hysterical laughter. As if this was the most hilarious thing he had ever heard himself say. It was the kind of laughter that you could barely control, with a sinister cackle as the undertone. When he finally stopped, his hand banged against the wall, hard, as his stone cold gaze bored into the eyes of the males and females before him.
“They are NOT safe! We will CLIMB up their steep mountains, we will DESTROY their tall castles. We will thrust the knife of truth into their gullets, and make them realize, that NOTHING is invincible! DESTRUCTION, is inevitable.”
The crowd before him was slowly but surely becoming more and more excited by this speech. They were beginning to cheer, their eyes glimmering with hunger against the bright lights of the candles and the moons. The Dark Lord smiled, almost like a gleeful child.
“And very soon, my children. These people will realize what it is like,” His voice grew lighter, his eyes narrower, his smile wider, “To be in the presence, of true…gods.” Once again, he laughed.
It seemed like a frenzy now. Each and every one of them were prepared for battle. They would attack soon, in the dead of night. And Sirius Nightshade would finally rule the lands of Telaris.