Post by Seth on May 25, 2007 9:11:34 GMT -6
Erevis:
With force set upon both arms and the feel of the warmth of death arising to him, Erevis fought the urge to grin at the "Pharaoh" that thought he was Ra, himself. Electrical impulses from his nerves were constantly sending signals back to his brain, thus allowing the spellcaster to concentrate more and more on the process of his "last resort". As stated before... spellcasters are very sensitive to the detailed feelings of what energy truly feels like; meaning any magician or one of the magical profession nearby would certainly sense the distress signals immediately.
It felt as if fire had been brought to life in his veins and everything alive within him was exploding with pain. His ebony eyes narrowed at Atem with a sneer that was worldly renowned for its dislike. A wad of saliva collected within his moist mouth and it found itself spat toward the tiled floors of the palace, barely missing Atem's feet.
"An honor to be your bed slave is like an honor to be beaten by the homeless of your collapsing kingdom." His words were deathly calm as he spoke. "You will see it happen right before your eyes, Pharaoh. All that your cold heart embraces with your feigned emotion of love will perish because of you. If your mind does not set itself straight, your life will end sooner than concluded. Then again..."
Cold eyes diverted themselves as he thought of his family; his lover would certainly miss him for doing what was right. "There is no possible way to erase the mistakes you have committed. You have ruined too many lives and have wounded too many innocent souls to ever convince the Gods to allow you into the heavens. And in the end..."
He felt it.
"Your soul will rot at the gates of Anubis' lair to forever be tortured by your sins."
Pressure built itself at his temples as the energy collected for his big bang of an end. Bodice tensed as his eyes focused on Atem directly before him. Strands of disheveled hair hung before his vision only to be blown away by one last breath.
Erevis' head, like a bomb was set off inside his mind, exploded in a mist of blood and gore before anything else could be done to save the boy's life. The nerves all throughout his body spasmed and twitched involuntarily before his entire form went limp in the hands of the guards holding him still.
The end sure was abrupt, but overall very messy.
Seth:
Seth sat upon his bed with a bored look set on his face; he couldn't do much with his ankle the way it was. With the spell bind attached to his wrist it wasn't as if he could simply heal the bones back into place and be completely fine again. The only thing he could do to speed up the process was to tap into his energy and heal the wounds slowly with a little energy at a time. He sighed and looked at his ankle with a frown. "Well..." He looked from side to side before glancing at his bind. "Might as well." He closed his eyes and placed a hand on his ankle to allow the warmth of healing energy to work.
He felt the discomfort of bones mending together slightly. Soon enough, the burning sensation of the bind kicking in forced him to stop suddenly and take a breath. He waited before trying again. The process was slow and not very energy efficient, but at least he was making progress on his wound.
Looking down at his ankle after several attempts at healing until the power of the bind kicked in, he removed the bandages and took a look at what fifteen minutes of on and off healing could accomplish. The deep cuts had been reduced to nothing but scars that would surely disappear within weeks. He moved his foot only to receive a small shock pain in response; it was good enough for him.
Suddenly a sense familiar to him came to his attention. Seth looked about his room in case anyone else was within his scarcely furnished chamber; the chamber of a slave that had come far before himself.
"A distress signal from another?" He questioned almost with uncertainty before forcing himself out of bed with only a few stumbling steps. His walking staff lay nearby his bed just in reach for him. Seth stood upright with his weight supported by the staff and began his journey to the throne room where the signal had come from. As he approached, he witnessed a guard shutting the door. He took a glimpse through the crease of the door as it closed only to view that of a spellcaster seized by guards with Atem standing before him.
The Pharaoh held what seemed to be a lustful gaze upon the stranger and Seth's heart skipped a beat instantly. With pallid skin seemingly frozen, he caught his breath and stopped mid step only to see the doors shut completely.
"Shit.." He breathlessly said and limped his way out of the hallway and toward the doors on the opposite side. Cutting through a separate hallway to make it to the other side, Seth viewed the double doors with slight fear as to what he was to find on the other side. What if he walked in on something sexual between the Pharaoh and the spellcaster?
'No, his energy is rising.' He thought with terror of realization. Both lanky hands took rise to push open the doors to view what was happening. Sapphire eyes widened as he settled his gaze upon Erevis with his mouth slightly agape. 'The energy is too great. He cannot sustain it!' He began to tremble.
"Your soul will rot at the gates of Anubis' lair to forever be tortured by your sins."
With that said Erevis' head could no longer take the build up and death came suite. Blood scattered everywhere along with the gore the human skull held within it. Seth stood motionless, aghast at what he had just witnessed.
He wanted to scream, but the urge to vomit would soon arrive.
Selentha:
Her concentration broke suddenly at the small signal inside her mind ringing. She looked around quickly to her surroundings of the temple. Its occupants only herself and the briskly working priests and priestesses whom never noticed her eyes search for the source of the ringing.
"Odd...." She softly murmured, never once had she heard this ringing before in a long time unless it was ...a distress signal?
She stood up quickly, dusting off her robes as she hurried down the steps of the temple's staircase, holding her robes in one petite hand. The ringing slowly grew louder in her mind, causing a headache to start as she began to run towards the palace, its source giving her a nervous approach.
Selentha rubbed her temples, ignoring the greetings of the people she passed by and the guards once she entered the palace grounds. She needed to find the source, something seemed not right.
The ringing was a shrill tone now in her head, almost unbearable as her hands clasped her head, eyes shut tightly before it suddenly got quiet. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around, her footsteps now echoing against the silent hall. In the distance she saw Seth, his figure frozen in place and eyes wide. Worried, Selen rushed over and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Seth, what is wr-.." she slowly turned to look where his eyes locked onto and her face paled. She backed away slowly, covering her mouth then looked over at Seth in terror.
That was what the ringing was. Blood dripped down the sides of doors crack as she peered inside, her eyes landing on the figure of her brother, his body covered in brain matter and blood as the Pharaoh stood near him, his eyes holding a insane look.
Baxton:
"An honor to be your bed slave is like an honor to be beaten by the homeless of your collapsing kingdom." His words were deathly calm as he spoke. "You will see it happen right before your eyes, Pharaoh. All that your cold heart embraces with your feigned emotion of love will perish because of you. If your mind does not set itself straight, your life will end sooner than concluded. Then again..."
Baxton's eyes locked with the boy as his cold stare bore into the Pharaoh's eyes, his words sending chills throughout the room. His body visibly stiffened as he continued to stare at the boy in guarded curiousity.
"There is no possible way to erase the mistakes you have committed. You have ruined too many lives and have wounded too many innocent souls to ever convince the Gods to allow you into the heavens. And in the end..."
Grey orbs widened as he backed away in the sudden pressure change of the room, his eyes still set on the boy.
"Your soul will rot at the gates of Anubis' lair to forever be tortured by your sins."
His tone was like the purest of cold nights in Egypt and the pressure increased drastically, causing him to breath incorrectly as blood splattered the walls and over the bodies of the guards, the pharaoh, and himself. He looked to the guards as they let out a shocked yell, dropping the carcass of the spellcaster, his body falling with a loud thump that echoed in the room, bits of bone and brain everywhere. The neck oozed out blood as it pooled around the body and flowed outward, lapping at his feet.
He felt his stomach churn as his large hands touched his cheeks where he felt substances he wished werent there and blood slid off his face and down his built body. He showed no emotion through this, only his eyes darkened to a pitch black and his body stiff. He heard a gasp and moved his eyes towards the crest in the door where two pairs of eyes peered inside the room. His recognized immediately whom the lighter blue belonged to and his heart stopped.
"Selentha...." he murmured softly, more so to himself as he saw her back away.
With force set upon both arms and the feel of the warmth of death arising to him, Erevis fought the urge to grin at the "Pharaoh" that thought he was Ra, himself. Electrical impulses from his nerves were constantly sending signals back to his brain, thus allowing the spellcaster to concentrate more and more on the process of his "last resort". As stated before... spellcasters are very sensitive to the detailed feelings of what energy truly feels like; meaning any magician or one of the magical profession nearby would certainly sense the distress signals immediately.
It felt as if fire had been brought to life in his veins and everything alive within him was exploding with pain. His ebony eyes narrowed at Atem with a sneer that was worldly renowned for its dislike. A wad of saliva collected within his moist mouth and it found itself spat toward the tiled floors of the palace, barely missing Atem's feet.
"An honor to be your bed slave is like an honor to be beaten by the homeless of your collapsing kingdom." His words were deathly calm as he spoke. "You will see it happen right before your eyes, Pharaoh. All that your cold heart embraces with your feigned emotion of love will perish because of you. If your mind does not set itself straight, your life will end sooner than concluded. Then again..."
Cold eyes diverted themselves as he thought of his family; his lover would certainly miss him for doing what was right. "There is no possible way to erase the mistakes you have committed. You have ruined too many lives and have wounded too many innocent souls to ever convince the Gods to allow you into the heavens. And in the end..."
He felt it.
"Your soul will rot at the gates of Anubis' lair to forever be tortured by your sins."
Pressure built itself at his temples as the energy collected for his big bang of an end. Bodice tensed as his eyes focused on Atem directly before him. Strands of disheveled hair hung before his vision only to be blown away by one last breath.
Erevis' head, like a bomb was set off inside his mind, exploded in a mist of blood and gore before anything else could be done to save the boy's life. The nerves all throughout his body spasmed and twitched involuntarily before his entire form went limp in the hands of the guards holding him still.
The end sure was abrupt, but overall very messy.
Seth:
Seth sat upon his bed with a bored look set on his face; he couldn't do much with his ankle the way it was. With the spell bind attached to his wrist it wasn't as if he could simply heal the bones back into place and be completely fine again. The only thing he could do to speed up the process was to tap into his energy and heal the wounds slowly with a little energy at a time. He sighed and looked at his ankle with a frown. "Well..." He looked from side to side before glancing at his bind. "Might as well." He closed his eyes and placed a hand on his ankle to allow the warmth of healing energy to work.
He felt the discomfort of bones mending together slightly. Soon enough, the burning sensation of the bind kicking in forced him to stop suddenly and take a breath. He waited before trying again. The process was slow and not very energy efficient, but at least he was making progress on his wound.
Looking down at his ankle after several attempts at healing until the power of the bind kicked in, he removed the bandages and took a look at what fifteen minutes of on and off healing could accomplish. The deep cuts had been reduced to nothing but scars that would surely disappear within weeks. He moved his foot only to receive a small shock pain in response; it was good enough for him.
Suddenly a sense familiar to him came to his attention. Seth looked about his room in case anyone else was within his scarcely furnished chamber; the chamber of a slave that had come far before himself.
"A distress signal from another?" He questioned almost with uncertainty before forcing himself out of bed with only a few stumbling steps. His walking staff lay nearby his bed just in reach for him. Seth stood upright with his weight supported by the staff and began his journey to the throne room where the signal had come from. As he approached, he witnessed a guard shutting the door. He took a glimpse through the crease of the door as it closed only to view that of a spellcaster seized by guards with Atem standing before him.
The Pharaoh held what seemed to be a lustful gaze upon the stranger and Seth's heart skipped a beat instantly. With pallid skin seemingly frozen, he caught his breath and stopped mid step only to see the doors shut completely.
"Shit.." He breathlessly said and limped his way out of the hallway and toward the doors on the opposite side. Cutting through a separate hallway to make it to the other side, Seth viewed the double doors with slight fear as to what he was to find on the other side. What if he walked in on something sexual between the Pharaoh and the spellcaster?
'No, his energy is rising.' He thought with terror of realization. Both lanky hands took rise to push open the doors to view what was happening. Sapphire eyes widened as he settled his gaze upon Erevis with his mouth slightly agape. 'The energy is too great. He cannot sustain it!' He began to tremble.
"Your soul will rot at the gates of Anubis' lair to forever be tortured by your sins."
With that said Erevis' head could no longer take the build up and death came suite. Blood scattered everywhere along with the gore the human skull held within it. Seth stood motionless, aghast at what he had just witnessed.
He wanted to scream, but the urge to vomit would soon arrive.
Selentha:
Her concentration broke suddenly at the small signal inside her mind ringing. She looked around quickly to her surroundings of the temple. Its occupants only herself and the briskly working priests and priestesses whom never noticed her eyes search for the source of the ringing.
"Odd...." She softly murmured, never once had she heard this ringing before in a long time unless it was ...a distress signal?
She stood up quickly, dusting off her robes as she hurried down the steps of the temple's staircase, holding her robes in one petite hand. The ringing slowly grew louder in her mind, causing a headache to start as she began to run towards the palace, its source giving her a nervous approach.
Selentha rubbed her temples, ignoring the greetings of the people she passed by and the guards once she entered the palace grounds. She needed to find the source, something seemed not right.
The ringing was a shrill tone now in her head, almost unbearable as her hands clasped her head, eyes shut tightly before it suddenly got quiet. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around, her footsteps now echoing against the silent hall. In the distance she saw Seth, his figure frozen in place and eyes wide. Worried, Selen rushed over and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Seth, what is wr-.." she slowly turned to look where his eyes locked onto and her face paled. She backed away slowly, covering her mouth then looked over at Seth in terror.
That was what the ringing was. Blood dripped down the sides of doors crack as she peered inside, her eyes landing on the figure of her brother, his body covered in brain matter and blood as the Pharaoh stood near him, his eyes holding a insane look.
Baxton:
"An honor to be your bed slave is like an honor to be beaten by the homeless of your collapsing kingdom." His words were deathly calm as he spoke. "You will see it happen right before your eyes, Pharaoh. All that your cold heart embraces with your feigned emotion of love will perish because of you. If your mind does not set itself straight, your life will end sooner than concluded. Then again..."
Baxton's eyes locked with the boy as his cold stare bore into the Pharaoh's eyes, his words sending chills throughout the room. His body visibly stiffened as he continued to stare at the boy in guarded curiousity.
"There is no possible way to erase the mistakes you have committed. You have ruined too many lives and have wounded too many innocent souls to ever convince the Gods to allow you into the heavens. And in the end..."
Grey orbs widened as he backed away in the sudden pressure change of the room, his eyes still set on the boy.
"Your soul will rot at the gates of Anubis' lair to forever be tortured by your sins."
His tone was like the purest of cold nights in Egypt and the pressure increased drastically, causing him to breath incorrectly as blood splattered the walls and over the bodies of the guards, the pharaoh, and himself. He looked to the guards as they let out a shocked yell, dropping the carcass of the spellcaster, his body falling with a loud thump that echoed in the room, bits of bone and brain everywhere. The neck oozed out blood as it pooled around the body and flowed outward, lapping at his feet.
He felt his stomach churn as his large hands touched his cheeks where he felt substances he wished werent there and blood slid off his face and down his built body. He showed no emotion through this, only his eyes darkened to a pitch black and his body stiff. He heard a gasp and moved his eyes towards the crest in the door where two pairs of eyes peered inside the room. His recognized immediately whom the lighter blue belonged to and his heart stopped.
"Selentha...." he murmured softly, more so to himself as he saw her back away.
