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Briallan
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Date Posted: 02:19:32 04/08/05 Fri
In reply to:
Sabra
's message, "darkness falls" on 16:25:11 04/06/05 Wed
Upon a slab of stone swathed with linen consecrated by the countless hands of numerous deities, the nude figure of a woman with long midnight tresses wailed in pain as the life within her threatened to tear her open from the inside out. Shadows flickering across the outer edges as candle burned brilliantly around the altar, unseen fingers gripped her dewy shoulders as her struggling figure lurched forward with a roar of anguish. Tears dampened her pallid cheeks as her own fingertips curled into the sanctified fabric. To her lips, a chalice of honey sweetened wine been placed by the hands of obscured creatures and as its sticky sweetness ran scarlet down her chin and throat to stain the fabric, Briallan fell back into the unsympathetic claws of a beast. Her dark hair smoothed back from her ashen features while a single talon traced the outline of her cheek, her exhausted figure trembled from the strain as well as the hurt within.
With life, there came death. From the darkest of nights, there must come a brilliant sunrise, and this night would bring forth one of the most brilliant any creature had ever witnessed. Indeed, the injury inflicted upon the tragic creature had completed the task in which it had been intended to do. Her chest no longer rose and fell with each breath and her heart no longer thudded dully within that chest. Bled out from the wound upon her abdomen, blackened scarlet stained wherever it had fell. However, this would only be an afterthought in the end. Something for the cleanup crew to worry with.
”I’m not done. Send me back.”
”You aren’t in a position to demand anything, Briallan.”
“Please. I beg of you. Take pity on me. Allow me to return. He needs me.”
”We had a deal.”
“You have my soul. What are you losing by waiting a little while longer?”
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“Please! This is my unfinished business!”
”Their lives for your soul, Briallan. Make your decision. My schedule is filled and I don’t have the time for your stalling.”
For her own flesh and blood, nothing seemed out of the question and with her figure slumping back defeated finally, the contract had been signed in blood. Her essence for her children to breathe; to lay their eyes upon their father.
The set of laws that bound Sabra, Zeth, and any other mortal, for all things live and die, no longer applied to Briallan, and without a second glance to the shattered shell of her body, the spirit laid only the slightest of ethereal caresses upon Zeth’s flesh. Hatred and anger blinded Sabra, for what could she know of true beauty? A child’s first smile or laughter. To look upon the face of another and know that you would willingly surrender everything for that person. These were images of beauty. Not this nasty angry beast before him. As the blade slashed out at Zeth, Briallan could feel the tickle as it brushed against her otherworldly form, almost as if it were a smooth figure gliding through water. Once more, Zeth had sustained no injury due to Briallan’s actions.
”She is weak and doesn’t realize this, Zeth.” [only Zethers can hear this because she’s speaking directly into his soul]
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