Post by HearMeRoar on Oct 21, 2008 4:07:14 GMT
It was raining again; thick and heavy.
It wasn't the usual rain of mortal worlds. Normal rain was becoming nothing more than a memory. The rain was heavy and red, coppery to the taste and syrup-like to the touch. The blood rain was becoming familiar, something usual.
The town had taken on a permanent red stain, the supernatural drops having long ago corrupted the town. Evosa had truly descended in to the Otherworld, Alessa's grim will having long since taken over.
The notion of it had become normal now; or at least familiar to him.
The figure stood against a wall, taking advantage of a slight overhang on the building's roof. Having the tips of his shoes covered in blood was preferable to all of him being so drenched.
He drew on the burning cigarette. It was laced with Talae to keep the cold out and Weed to keep himself from shaking with fear.
He caught sight of a Pyramid Head at the other end of the street, hauling some unfortunate by the ankles, a whimper accompanying the wilting figure as it was dragged. The monster didn't seem to notice him or care about him, a six-foot tall "man" wearing an apron made of skin and a rusty tetrahedron helmet.
The uneasy truce prevented either of them from confronting each other. Not that the tired, smoking mortal got involved in anything anymore. He didn't even speak to the other survivors. There was no point; they were already hers, even if they didn't know it yet.
He rubbed his left arm, the symbiote squirming mildly under the stained bandages. He'd not wanted to attach it without further testing but he'd not had the time. He had sealed his lab and ran, taking everything he could with him, which wasn't much.
The Hatter's Brew had run out. No longer could he induce the euphoric and nigh-indestructible persona of Hatter.
An awful sound clashed from the heavens, a sound he could only describe as an inside-out thunderclap. He jumped; that was a new noise. The rain seemed to get harder. Alessa was really enjoying this; he could tell.
A thump echoed from the left, from an alley adjacent to the building he leaned on. He knew that sound, the raspy gurgle of the one creature in Evosa which scared him. He set the cigarette in his mouth and spun, facing the creature.
It was plump, like a heavy set middle aged woman. It's face contrasted with the rest of the creature's shape, being gaunt and sunken. The large monster squealed and gurgled, stumbling towards the wizard.
He stepped back, darting in to the torrent of blood streaming from the heavens.
The creature pressed on, a moan-like gurgling giggle erupting form it as it charged. The Avagaunt had been conjured just for him, dreamed by Alessa as his tormentor; just like everyone else in this town, burdened with their own personal demons.
He felt his heart race as the distance between them grew closer. The blood from the sky blinded him; he was deaf from the pounding of his heart in his ears and he was frozen from the painful memories it half-conjured.
Evosa had been in hell for two months now and he had only killed three of these things. He willed himself to move, to use the spell he'd been working on to combat these and these alone. Alessa's hell had taught him many things over the past two months. It would forever be a stain on the spirits of all that would dwell here.
He clasped his hands together, the creature now inches away and uttered the words that would complete the spell.
He glared in to the eyes of the creature, the world slowing in to the phenomenon of fight-time, where everything seemed that much slower.
The creature's eyes seemed large now, a gaping and horrifying void, callous and empty.
"You did this to me," he growled at the monster, "YOU DID THIS!"
The fat aberration had chased him, plagued him and ruined him. He screamed at the beast, naming his new spell,
"Violent Legacy!"
Within seconds it was over.
His vision had been blurred, the spraying of blood and ichor sending him plummeting to the floor.
He wiped his eyes in time to see the razor blades disappearing, the buzzsaws vanishing back in to the ground. For a few seconds, he had turned an area of effect in to pure violence.
"Sir?" Came a man's voice.
Xupal stirred from his reverie.
"Hmm?" He vocalised. He'd been daydreaming again, hadn't he...
The man in front of him was one of the attendants. Apparently he'd been talking to him.
"I'm sorry," Xupal smiled tiredly. He was tired of old memories, "Could you say that again please?"
It wasn't the usual rain of mortal worlds. Normal rain was becoming nothing more than a memory. The rain was heavy and red, coppery to the taste and syrup-like to the touch. The blood rain was becoming familiar, something usual.
The town had taken on a permanent red stain, the supernatural drops having long ago corrupted the town. Evosa had truly descended in to the Otherworld, Alessa's grim will having long since taken over.
The notion of it had become normal now; or at least familiar to him.
The figure stood against a wall, taking advantage of a slight overhang on the building's roof. Having the tips of his shoes covered in blood was preferable to all of him being so drenched.
He drew on the burning cigarette. It was laced with Talae to keep the cold out and Weed to keep himself from shaking with fear.
He caught sight of a Pyramid Head at the other end of the street, hauling some unfortunate by the ankles, a whimper accompanying the wilting figure as it was dragged. The monster didn't seem to notice him or care about him, a six-foot tall "man" wearing an apron made of skin and a rusty tetrahedron helmet.
The uneasy truce prevented either of them from confronting each other. Not that the tired, smoking mortal got involved in anything anymore. He didn't even speak to the other survivors. There was no point; they were already hers, even if they didn't know it yet.
He rubbed his left arm, the symbiote squirming mildly under the stained bandages. He'd not wanted to attach it without further testing but he'd not had the time. He had sealed his lab and ran, taking everything he could with him, which wasn't much.
The Hatter's Brew had run out. No longer could he induce the euphoric and nigh-indestructible persona of Hatter.
An awful sound clashed from the heavens, a sound he could only describe as an inside-out thunderclap. He jumped; that was a new noise. The rain seemed to get harder. Alessa was really enjoying this; he could tell.
A thump echoed from the left, from an alley adjacent to the building he leaned on. He knew that sound, the raspy gurgle of the one creature in Evosa which scared him. He set the cigarette in his mouth and spun, facing the creature.
It was plump, like a heavy set middle aged woman. It's face contrasted with the rest of the creature's shape, being gaunt and sunken. The large monster squealed and gurgled, stumbling towards the wizard.
He stepped back, darting in to the torrent of blood streaming from the heavens.
The creature pressed on, a moan-like gurgling giggle erupting form it as it charged. The Avagaunt had been conjured just for him, dreamed by Alessa as his tormentor; just like everyone else in this town, burdened with their own personal demons.
He felt his heart race as the distance between them grew closer. The blood from the sky blinded him; he was deaf from the pounding of his heart in his ears and he was frozen from the painful memories it half-conjured.
Evosa had been in hell for two months now and he had only killed three of these things. He willed himself to move, to use the spell he'd been working on to combat these and these alone. Alessa's hell had taught him many things over the past two months. It would forever be a stain on the spirits of all that would dwell here.
He clasped his hands together, the creature now inches away and uttered the words that would complete the spell.
He glared in to the eyes of the creature, the world slowing in to the phenomenon of fight-time, where everything seemed that much slower.
The creature's eyes seemed large now, a gaping and horrifying void, callous and empty.
"You did this to me," he growled at the monster, "YOU DID THIS!"
The fat aberration had chased him, plagued him and ruined him. He screamed at the beast, naming his new spell,
"Violent Legacy!"
Within seconds it was over.
His vision had been blurred, the spraying of blood and ichor sending him plummeting to the floor.
He wiped his eyes in time to see the razor blades disappearing, the buzzsaws vanishing back in to the ground. For a few seconds, he had turned an area of effect in to pure violence.
"Sir?" Came a man's voice.
Xupal stirred from his reverie.
"Hmm?" He vocalised. He'd been daydreaming again, hadn't he...
The man in front of him was one of the attendants. Apparently he'd been talking to him.
"I'm sorry," Xupal smiled tiredly. He was tired of old memories, "Could you say that again please?"