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Why had he ever complained of normalcy...
It was too late now, all bridges long since turned to ashes behind him. His blood screamed, boiled, and he felt like death was just around the corner. Or at least he wished it was death that waited. A small laugh, belied the hysterical madness that was ever taking the place of concious thought, and he once again fell deeper into torment.
They had told him it would take four to six hours to take effect, and that not all would survive the process, or come out intact. Too many became as failures, one in every ten people inducted died, another might come out just as he came into it, perfectly normal. Three for the madness at least, and another still would be forever in a vegative state, never to awaken. Still, 50% chance to escape his pitiful life, to become something more. Some groups came out perfect as well, all ten flawlessly adapted to the program.
As other groups came out with no success. Madness, death. He started to understand the madness now, as if felt like his blood had completely turned to acid now. Maybe it would be easier to just give up. No. He couldn't give up. He thrashed around again, but straps held him tight, binding his movement lest he hurt himself further. How long? How long...HOW LONG!
The door opened, light spilling into his world of pain. He watched, as a small woman walked into the room, with her clipboard clutched to her chest, she crossed the room towards him, staying far from the actual bed he was trapped on. She turned to the monitors, and started scribbling.
"How long." he said, voice cracking. That couldn't be his voice? It didnt sound like him at all.
"You can still talk? That's a good sign. The other nine in your trial are failing. You have been in here for 4 hours. It should be starting to stop soon."
Four hours. He laughed again. Oh yes, hell had only lasted four hours. Four to six hours. He almost didn't want it to end now. No, he had never FELT anything as strong as this burning destruction. Laugher bled into screams, and just as quickly as she had come the woman fled. He didn't watch her go, didn't care. How dare they display such weakness, they should stay to see just what they had made of him.
Because now the weekness was fading, and he could feel something more. . .
 Acesha Coeurl · Mon Mar 16, 2009 @ 05:38am · 0 Comments |
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Verwelken Sie in die Nacht, The beginning |
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The absolute start of my Weiss Kreuz fanfic.
His head hurt, no, absolutely thrummed with frightening intensity. The air around him quivered in time with the maddening pulse in his head. Everything seemed to narrow down to this singular debilitating pain.
"I'm never drinking again..." Yohji Kudou muttered into the table. Without mercy a thunderclap just to his right brought more stabbing agony, accompanied by the smell of food. His stomach churned in absolute protest. With a bare lift of his head he rolled his eyes upward, till he found himself staring into an all too familiar icy lavender glare. Sighing, he let his head fall back into the protective circle of his arms, resting once more on the cool table surface.
Yohji waved his hand, attempting to dismiss both plate and red head. But, it was in vain. The plate was just pushed closer. He realized that neither were going to disappear without more insistence.
“Not hungry...” he groaned. He then heard footsteps wandering away from him and winced at even that slight noise. Really, he didn't even know how he got down to the kitchen in one piece. Footsteps faded back in. Same ones, so Aya hadn't left him after all.
Another thunderclap, far less painful in its intensity, but aggravating his delicate sensibilities. But, this one smelled divine. Yohji again lifted his head, this time earnestly and stared at the cup before him with absolute adoration. Coffee. God. Its all the same in the early morning hours.
“Thanks,” he muttered before reverently grasping the cup in his hands. It was warm and inviting, even with the tempest that surrounded him. Like a miracle, after the first long drought the first plate's aroma metamorphosed. His stomach settled and Yohji set down the elixir of life and finally started on his breakfast and the long road to recovery.
“When you're done its time to work,” Aya said, and Yohji sighed as he realized just why the red head bothered to nurse him back from the brink.
Acesha Coeurl · Mon Nov 27, 2006 @ 04:40am · 1 Comments |
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A Brief View into Despair, Selena Aesur |
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The torches flickered in time, their every breath synchronized in perfect unison. It should have been difficult to find her way in the wavering light, but she never misstepped. Her own breath beat out the tempo of the dancing flames. Light and dark, in and out.
The whispering could be heard every where in her temple home, but here the fragile whispers began to crescendo. Tormented wails of souls trembling as their mistress strode every closer. Ever closer, ever louder they called her home. Called to her even as they recoiled at her approach. Light. Dark. In. Out.
The light flared and receded faster, higher, as she picked up her pace, joy shining through her eyes. Brighter, darker. Memory led her down the chamber more than sight. Memory and sound. Gentle cries grew into screams. Absolute light, utter dark. A flash revealed a door at long last, and darkness hid the sight of it, if not its welcome presence. The door to home, the threshold to all that she had built.
She did not pause before it at all, instead she lifted a trembling hand to the pure alabaster marble and laid it flat upon the warm beating stone. The gateway, the threshold, the heart beat in time with her own even as the flames echoed her breath. It almost burned in it's intensity. Each timed pulse drew its strength from her, flaring warmer. The screams were unending.
Pushing her entire body flush against the burning stone of her own life, it's steady beat began to quicken. It's own voice, quiet and gentle, called to her amid the screams that were now almost beyond her hearing.
“Open for me,” she crooned, her voice slicing through all sound. The torches flared, no longer rising and falling in time with her. Bright as captive stars, they chased back all shreds of darkness. The door no longer pulsed either, instead its warmth escalated to a temperature that took her above pain. She leaned further into that scalding rush. Embracing what should have destroyed her utterly. Yet, around her the alabaster melted back.
Selena passed through the archway of stone and didn't even pause to see the light fail and the door come crashing back to place behind her. She never noticed. Once entering the rest of the world faded back as she held her arms wide and beheld the splendor before her.
There were no lights as such in this place. No torches cast the eerie scarlet light that dance in time to terrified screams, souls shuddering back as their mistress came before them once again. Stalactites of ebony crystal fractured the ruby glow and cast the entire chamber in a dancing red light.
And It pulsed, crashing almost out of the deep bed that held it captive. Spreading out around almost the entire chamber its waters were like a frenzied tempest, but not a drop escaped its careful shores. Ruby waters, like fresh spilled, rolled and boiled. As she watched a shape formed just under the surface, gently pressing to the surface. A human face, opening its mouth in terror even as it faded back down into the pool's depth. Another appeared in its place, and ever and ever another.
The pool thrashed with the struggle of the souls trapped by the blood within. Thrashed ino time with the same beating heart the keyed the gateway to her very careful control. Selena slowly lowered her arms and began the slight decent to the edge of her sanctuary. She laughed, silvery peals that held no warmth, and only the barest semblance of humanity. She gingerly stepped to the very edge of the throbbing lake of death. The waters jumped back, waves trembling in fear of the one creature that denied them their rest, even as she was the very on that had denied them their life.
He laughter stilled as she knelt beside the pool. Her hands hovered just above the trembling surface, as the blood tried in vain to escape her touch. Thrusting her arms forward into the scarlet, the entire room shook in time with the absolute fear of a unified scream before all fell silent save the beating of the women's darkened heart. The waters calmed, the only disturbance the arms that now languidly stirred about the viscous depths. It began again to thrum in time with her heart. Everything pulsing in a beautiful harmony.
Her soul cried out to the dark horror before her. With a soft sigh she dived forward into the water, into the blood. As the pool crashed in around her, Selena cried out in joy even as the pool cried out in sorrow.
And Selena was home.
Acesha Coeurl · Mon Nov 27, 2006 @ 04:38am · 0 Comments |
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Suikoden RPG...Meet Keiya and Kali...another posty by moi. |
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A demon lurks in us all, not evil, but neither is it good. Its just a wildness in us, the urge to hunt, to rise above the chains of society. Many have freed themselves, only to be hunted by those who fear themselves, those who chain themselves tighter to this thin fabric of lies.
Embrace your darkness, for it begs freedom. Take Wings into the night and never look back on your mundane existance. This night is yours, what will you do with it?
We Dark can see the aura of those around us, their own demon still locked within its cage. Its shadow ever following us in hopes to be freed. We now forever stand apart. Our inner light is gone, and we have embraced our shadow, taking it into the core of us.
We become like shadows ourselves. My name is Iona Rae Marquis. I never asked to be a demon, but here i am, a fallen one.
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My name is Niall Haraden. Born into the darkness by those who had already embrassed it, I never knew people had a choice. But do i regret my life? Only sometimes, when i see those happy fools carry on without a care in the world. Without fear of persucution. But, this is the life I lead, and the freedom is more than worth the pain, and then theirs that burning rush of power... Its so hard to fade into the world when your veins burn with a need no human could ever understand.
But, I feel another now, recently fallen, and something sings in my blood, some resonance in the shadow that promises change. The night may never be the same, and i fear the battle for her soul will cross into the light.
Acesha Coeurl · Mon Nov 28, 2005 @ 07:26pm · 0 Comments |
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I am as nekkid as a n00b at the moment, and not all that thrilled. So here's a fun lil journal posty today (not that anyone reads this)
For an upcoming Suikoden RPG i am once more torturing Yasha.
The white roar surrounded him, the sounds of battle and of the storm blurred into one. He gripped tightly to the daggers, fearing what would happen if he would perchance drop them now. Pain screamed in time with the lightening, as a tiny crimson river surged from him, but he did not falter. Hopefully, the healers were still alive enough to think of him, but Yasha wasn't going to gamble his life to their whims.
He thrusts his dagger forward, now almost blindly as his body screamed in agony and fatigue. Only anger kept him going, and he found it hard to even rally that to his aide. A flash of emerald wings flew overhead, and Yasha felt his resolve stregthen tenfold. He had a reason to survive now, people needed him, wanted HIM. The Night rune glittered up at him from his left hand, and Yasha reached into that part of his soul that the rune now resided in.
Tapping into that fathomless darkness, he released it upon the waves of Sindar pulsing around him. Screaming as the energy tore free from him, Yasha watched as the deadly Shadow Swarm choked away the life from his enemies.
Acesha Coeurl · Wed May 18, 2005 @ 03:18am · 1 Comments |
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From mark to death
A cycle full
The lifeblood slower
Fading into eternity
Death tears free
Screaming Phoenix
The lifeblood dies
Sweet Moonlight forever
Guardian of the Dark
Entreaty the Night
The lifeblood silver
Blessid Soul
Just a part of a new idea that's been haunting me. The main character for said idea is one Hadrian Eri London. The name means Dark Gaurdian of the fortress of the moon.
Acesha Coeurl · Thu Apr 07, 2005 @ 03:40am · 0 Comments |
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If you guys remember Acesha from a former post, this is her once again. My poor little lost digimon...
Acesha pulled the hood down low, hoping the shadow its cast was
enough to hide her face in entirety. Wading through the crowd of
mortals, she carried on towards her destination. The city was so
full of noise, her ears hurt from the constant hum of life around
her. And it stank, she honestly had no idea why humans must cling
so closely to each other in such barely controlled chaos.
She had no idea how big this world was yet, and the search for food
became more difficult every day. These markets needed this crazy
thing called money, something she still didnt understand. Money was
what the man who had killed Eiji had wanted to... But something so
powerful was also needed to obtain food as well? It still made no
sense to her.
But, she quickly learned that she could take just enough to survive
if the shopkeepers never saw her lift it. Since she lacked the
power of this world, she meerly used her own two paws to get what
she wanted. That was simple, so simple she was surprised no one
else here did the same as she.
The Grocery store rose up before her, and Acesha once more pulled on
the hood with gloved hands. Striding up to the shining doors, she
checked to make sure no fur was visible. Smiling when not even a
stray patch showed from under the hood, she strode into the store.
The words garbled on various packages still meant nothing to her,
but she had begun to recognize various things that were quiet
pleasent to eat, and she quickly headed down the aisle's.
Pocketing small things as she went, she was careful never to take
too much at once from one place. The only time she had come close
to getting caught still fresh on her mind as she tried to be as
inconspicous as possible.
Another shopping day at the grocery store when stranded in a world
she didnt belong....
Acesha Coeurl · Mon Mar 14, 2005 @ 03:41am · 0 Comments |
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