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| Darkness in the Ruined City; (Adamon) | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 28 2009, 01:05 AM (20 Views) | |
| Estressa Malia | Oct 28 2009, 01:05 AM Post #1 |
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The man realized with horror what he had done. He had murdered his own wife! The one he had sworn to love forever, and still did as his mind cleared of rage. He'd lost his temper, in an argument with her about whether they should leave Ashoka. He wanted to go to Soto, where Andromalius didn't rule. But his wife argued that it would probably be taken eventually as well at the rate things were going, and she wanted to stay here, in the country where she'd been raised. The argument had started as a mild disagreement, but it had soon degenerated into nothing but an exchange of insults. They had both been very unhappy ever since Eldahar had been invaded, and their son killed in the fighting. They had both been too depressed to even try to do anything to try and move on... Then at some point during this argument, she had accused him of not caring about the memory of their son, trying to move away from the country where they'd had him together! It had gone downhill very rapidly from there. He couldn't remember anything in between that and when he'd finally lost himself completely... He looked up at the sky, as if looking to heaven for guidance on what to do next. As if there would suddenly be something that would say how he could possibly make up for a crime of this magnitude. However, what he saw was... A lone figure at the top of the ruins of the palace. From here, he couldn't see her face... The hint of a grin on her face. Her amusement as she looked upon the rubble and ashes of this once beautiful city. The figure looking upon this place was none other than Estressa. The dark witch that had been responsible for so much war in the past. In fact, right now, she was thinking about how unexpected it was for a neighbouring country to have been subjected to war and her not having a hand in it. For indeed, she had caused many nations to topple in her incredible lifetime. Why did she do such things? Was it for power? No. It was simply for her own amusement. Using all those around her as mere toys, playing with them. She had been personally responsible for causing many men to lose their sanity, becoming so confused, enraged, depressed, that their minds would snap. She reveled in deception, and she found the suffering of others quite amusing, provided that she was the cause. So why was she amused now, when she wasn't at all responsible for any of this? That was... Well, precisely because she wasn't part of it. The fact that she hadn't known about this before it had happened... For she was planning on finding out why this had been done. Finding out the reason that Andromalius had ruined this city. Find out why he had taken the throne of the empress, and just how he had done so. For she knew that there was next to no chance that the empress would have simply handed over her throne, even temporarily, and just gone on vacation. Estressa knew something was going on. And she intended to find out what. But indeed... That wasn't the reason she was amused. No, it was because she was looking forward to what games she could play once she did. Get into a position to know someone who would do something like this... Outsmart him... Use him as a pawn as she had so many others, when he would no doubt think he was in control. As far as why she was here now, if not merely to revel in the destruction, since that wasn't her aim... Well, it wasn't far off anyway. She'd wished to see this place. Witness the aftermath of this rare battle, since she hadn't gotten to see it herself. Well, that's the closest to a logical explanation. She'd merely come on a whim, which was why it hadn't been earlier. Because she hadn't felt like it. Until now. And it wasn't as if it had taken long to get here, jumping all the distance she could see in just three seconds each time. And especially when she went up to higher places... Which led to the question: Should she simply head home, or should she stay here and see about finding someone to toy with? ...She chose the second option as soon as the thought entered her mind. After all, it wasn't as if she had anything that important to do anyway~ So... How should she go about this? Perhaps the same way as in Orl'Kabbar, take a ravishingly beautiful form and lure men away... No. She didn't feel like killing, or gathering more specimens for experiments yet. It wouldn't be anything nearly so physical this time. So, of course, she'd have to change her plans accordingly... Estressa shifted into another form, this one being that of a middle-aged woman of fairly average build, with reddish-brown hair. Pretty, since her vanity wouldn't let her assume a form that wasn't unless it was necessary to her strategy, but not so beautiful that she'd have men lusting over her and scum trying to rape her. The man who had looked to the sky saw, as shadows enveloped her and she disappeared. And for some reason, perhaps because his mind was so clouded by guilt, not to mention that he'd never been that smart anyway, he assumed that it was a demon. A demon that was about to come, and take him... But he wouldn't let it. He held the knife, still wet with the blood of his beloved wife, in his hand. He closed his eyes, and whispered, "Forgive me. We shall be together in death." before he plunged the knife through his own heart. He soon collapsed to the ground, and as the last bit of consciousness faded, he whispered one last time, "I'm sorry..." before he closed his eyes for the last time, and his spirit lost its last bond to his body... Estressa was unaware of this, but she would have been quite satisfied if she'd known that she'd been even partially responsible for a man's taking his own life, for no effort whatsoever. As it was, she simply walked onto the street in her new form, and looked around, to see who she should get to know next, what she could do to break them... |
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