Pray the Lord..

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[139] Nymaya: Pray the Lord..
Fri Oct 1 01:45:52 2010
To: New_Thalos Dar'shin Jadess Keylan Reklah ( Crelius Cayenna ) Imm RP All
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The road was a vivid slash through the darkness, surrounded by murky black and reaching shadows.

She'd been on it for a long time. She'd managed to live it, survive it, but she could see what was coming now. It shimmered in the distance, not light but flame. Not cleansing but condemning.

She had to pay the price.

How do you get out of a deal with the devil when its the life of your loved one at stake? She'd sacrificed everything to pull Reklah out of the Abyss, she wasn't going to renege on her end of whatever bargain had been struck. She would not willingly send him back there.

She just sank her head into her hands in a vain attempt to alleviate some of the terrible throbbing. She'd gone and thrown alcohol on her problems the night previous. Enough alcohol that she'd probably made up in part for the past dry two hundred years of her life.

She didn't have the will to berate herself further though. She'd made of herself a fool, if the tiny snippets coming back to her foggy memory were correct, and then she'd been cornered by her demonic hunter the next day while attempting to make her rounds through the palace.

Small blessings though, she thought to herself when she peeked out between her fingers into the empty, cool tent. She could hear the twang of bows and the clack of quarterstaves from the distant archery range as others trained and honed their skill but no one was in the tent. Just herself, a plethora of pillows and silent shadows.

Or so she'd thought.

Frowning, she noticed light flickering around the edge of the tent's flap and with a reluctant heave upward, she pulled herself from the pillows and approached. It was the heat that made her hesitate when she reached out to pull the flap back, but only momentarily. She felt something much like dread course down her spine and then the flap was open.

Her eyes went wide with a terror too overwhelming to combat and she only had a moment to register the dirty, ashen sky with its giant monstrosities and the hellish fleshy landscape, before her wrist was grabbed by a force wielding a terrible amount of strength and she was hefted into the air.

She felt her shoulder wrenched from its socket as she grunted in pain and lifted her gaze to look on a being wrapped in infernal shadow. Its black eyes punctuated only by a single red pupil. Its laughter coursed over her flesh like thousands of cold, clammy claws, leaving her with a sense of violation. And then its grasp snapped her wrist, crushing the bones as if they'd been nothing more than fragile kindling.

She awoke screaming, covered in a sheen of cold sweat, her breath sounding like a bellows while she strove for elusive calm as phantom pain locked her muscles.

Not safe anywhere, her forlorn thought followed as she pushed herself up, heedless of the actual pain in her head, and fled the shouts of the guards heading toward where they'd heard her.