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Post by kaylor on Jan 13, 2010 23:16:17 GMT -5
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Post by kaylor on Jan 16, 2010 19:23:46 GMT -5
A cold wind whipped through the half open window, its heavy wooden shutters slamming hard against themselves in a loud parlay of protest. As Kaylor turned toward the sound, the gale's icy tendrils caught the candle flame in the wrought iron wall sconce extinguishing the parlor's sole source of light. "Come to witness my descent have you, Lucifer?" The Templar's words barely spoken aloud, he lowered his hand to his belt, unbuckling the small doeskin pouch and removing a small vial, its contents glowing eerily in the darkened room. "So be it then, cloven one," he whispered as he loosened the intricately carved silver lid and brought the container to his lips swiftly downing the bitter tasting liquid. "Seems I've been yours from the start -never Faerwhynne's son, ever Satan's."
Blinding light. Deafening thunder. An explosion profound in magnitude. Thrown against the wall. Helpless. Crashing to the floor. Concentric waves of neon luminosity washing over shores of memory in excrutiating extraction. Early battles of virtuous morality lost in the bloodbath of a twin's jealous corruption. Spiraling downward through evil's eternal vacuum with no stabilizing handrails. Torture. Humiliation. STOP CARING! STOP LOVING! Destruction. Death. Submission. SUBMIT!Humility. Trust. Loyalty. BETRAYAL! LIES! Holy Father. Faith.Turn away. Walk away. Take up Satan's sword ......................surrender to truth!
He opened his eyes to discover himself splayed out in a pool of blood on the floor of his bedchamber, the hilt of his mace clutched tighly in his right hand. Malicious laughter swirled suddenly around him, piercing in its diabolical victory. The time for sacrifice is upon you, Templar; time to serve the only true Holy Father!
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