A Gift to Kill

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The world was dedicated to the dark, just the way he liked it. The clouds swirled an ominous grey, edging towards black. The crackle of thunder and the flash of lightning emanated above the temple built solely for himself. It satisfied him, this stretching building built in honor of himself and while he knew that his very sister had one too, he didn’t bother celebrating nor offering any thought to this fact. For her temple was hideous, full of life and spirit, it sickened him. However, thoughts of the temple were vague and disappeared rather quickly, for his gift was prepared. His plan was beginning to unfold. His little pet was to be delivered a gift, high ranked and powerful this creature would set forth a motion of destruction for which he was satisfied. He grinned, his smile hidden now as his somewhat human like form began to tie together once again and he swaddled himself in crimson robes, hiding the flesh that sewed itself together to form a human like being beneath the folds of clothing. With his piercing red orbs as eyes, he began to take form, preparing for his trip to his own temple which more often than not stood empty. He could not be bothered to show himself often, only when he had need to drive the humans for at times they were too stupid to further things themselves.

Sighing, the creature let forth a sharp gust of wind. Whirling, the creature gazed upon the sight of his own temple as the typical crimson mist began to unfurl and billow about and the robes swept forward as each step brought him closer. The storm lifted his mood as he approached the stone, his feet finally drifting above the dead, yellow turf that crunched and whistled with each step. With the crimson billowing about, he approached the entrance of the temple. His hands were folded together beneath the folds of the robes as the creature approached the entrance. With a brief flick of his wrists and a flutter of his thin hands, the cracked doors swung wide into the mouth of the temple, the darkness inside washing forward out of the inside for there was no light. Dust lifted into a rather large cloud from the ground, the air turning grey for a moment before the dust began to settle and finally, he approached once more as he made his way towards the entrance once more, floating about as he slipped into the darkness of the temple inside. The storms would continue to rage, nearly ever present within the area but none the less, the doors swung closed behind himself and a quiet chuckle lifted from his throat as the glowing orbs swiveled, a quick glance sweeping the interior for a mere moment.

The interior was dark, unlit and impossible to see through from human eyes but he, he could distinguish the skeletons that littered the floor, dead men and women from his last visit, no doubt. The bones littered the floor and cobwebs wired the corners. Dust littered the floor and the shelves that lined the upper edges of the walls where half burnt candles sat a few inches along each shelf. For now, however, he left the temple dark as he approached the throne at the head of the main room. The temple itself twisted through narrow alley ways and tunnels, digging further underground but the chambers often were left unused and full of traps set by pets and designed by himself-intended for extremely painful and torturous deaths from floors of towering spikes to acid traps and poison darts the ways to die here were vast and yet if the god was in, death emanated from every corner.

Now, Araxes settled upon the throne of intricate and dried wood, studded with glittering rubies inlaid upon the thickly carved chair. His legs folded together and the robes wrapped around his form once again as his hands folded together beneath the crimson robes and slowly, his slender body sank back to settle within the chair and yet, even so the only thing to be seen was his crown, his glowing eyes, and the robes that swaddled his human form. With a gruff mutter of sound, the Lord began to mutter and grumble along with a rumble of thunder and from thin air came tendrils of ruby mist that began to form and wrap together to form a looking glass of sorts where he could bring forth images of his pets, those whom he wished to call to and now, his prized pet, Magrej, showed within the image of the swirling mist. A dark chuckle lifted from him at the sight of the man’s mask. The cover of which that covered the gash upon his face, the wicked scar that he himself had delivered to Magrej in return for his power. It was his means of calling his pet when he needed him and now, he would call to him again.

He had remained in silence for a few moments, watching the happenings of Magrej as he curiously gazed upon his movements but all at once, he began to mutter to himself once again and the rumble filled the chambers of the temple once again as he gazed within the mist that hung within the air before him and within moments, the typical burn and sizzle, the sickly pink and orange ooze would fill the emperor’s face and stain his cheeks and facial features. The man would soon be aware that the lord called to him and that his presence was desired here at the corner of his land, within the temple. He was satisfied to wait, for now, but he would not be patient for very long and if the emperor did not show within a reasonable time frame, there would be a price to pay.

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Magrej...

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Magrej was perched in a wooden oak chair. His pale, long arms hanging off the arms of the chair as he crossed his legs. His mahogany mask still sleeping upon his face as he waited for the maids in the kitchen to serve him his dinner. Yawning lightly, the male looked around his formal dinning room. It consist of many sinister decorations, a long fifteen foot dark wood diner table with matching chairs. It was lightly lit, making the overall appearance very dim and mysterious looking, like all the other rooms occupying the Murate castle. Magrej personally requested for such horrible lighting. He wasn't the one for the sun's light to be upon him very often, his pale skin giving evidence for this trait. Along with that reason, Magrej also believes having the castle in such dark ways keeps his people afraid of its insides.

Pulling himself from deep thought as a wench came from the kitchen to bring him his favorite kind of red wine, along with a salad. After she set down the contents, Magrej looked up to her, under the mask a face of complete disgust was present. "What in the hell is this?" he said, fingering the green leafs. "Do I eat greens?" The king demanded. In terror the servant stammered, "'Tis only a first course." Shaking his head, Magrej picked up the ivory plate, clenching his jaw. Out of total fury, the emperor threw the plate at the feminine's face, hearing the loud clash as it made contact with her neck/face area, then banged hard against the wooden floor, shattering into a million of pieces. Glaring at her, fresh blood now running down her face, "Clean it up." He instructed.

A few other women peeked out the kitchen door in wonder of what was going on. Seeing the scene they quietly slipped back into the kitchen, not wanting the same to be repeated to them. Magrej followed with his dark, emotionless obsidian black eyes. Soon the bitch was out of his sight, he slipped off his mask to take a sip of the wine, wanting to relax his mind. As he did, he felt a slight trickle of a liquid running down his cheek. Reaching with one of his hands, he felt just below his gash. Slightly taken back as he felt a slippery substance. Drawing back his hand to investigate, a slight look of terror swept across his face as his hand revealed a pinkish orange sticky substance. Few moments after, sharp pounds of horrendous pain teared threw him. Magrej held back a pain of agony.

Finding his feet, he quickly left the room, knowing exactly what needed to be done. In a haste pace, the taller, slender male slipped threw the dark corridors until reaching a flight of stairs. The masculine briskly walked down the stairs to find a corrupt looking door. Fumbling with a ring of keys, Magrej finally found the one he wanted. Inserting it, the door unlocked to expose a large circular realm. Stepping towards the perplexing object the King brought his face to it. Taking a deep breath he brought himself to take the last step, letting his body be engulfed. A cool air swept over him as he was forced threw a passage.

Landing hard against a concrete floor, Magrej looked up, glancing around the familiar surroundings. Fear was now registered on the usual confident face. As his black eyes swept the room, they finally landed on the god. Lowering his head in a bow, he spoke. His voice not his usually, power, elegant self but instead cowardly, "Araxes..." Magrej said, bring his facet back up so he could look up at his master, the gash on his face out in clear sight, pulsating fast, knowing it was near its creator.

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[Desperanza]

Araxes waited, offering the male the same amount of time that it would take himself to reach the temple from the castle granted that the god traveled a hell of a lot faster than a human did but hell, the King had a portal to reach him with fast access. He gave him all of fifteen minutes. Enough time to spiral the stair case of the castle and reach the hidden portal within the castle walls to reach him. When finally, he heard the thud and patter of the human within his temple, he inhaled slowly though he had no need to. The sewn flesh expanded with the breaths and his fingers folded together once more. His piercing glowing eyes stared down the length of the walkway to the man as he stood and approached the god and the red eyes stared at the man from the row of unlit candelabras. At once, the robes shifted as his thin hands lifted and for a mere moment, the paper thin skin showed, the dark veins that laced just inside his translucent skin, the long nails that stretched inches from his fingers and he passed his ghostly hands through the air. There was a ring poised on the third finger of his right hand as quite suddenly, the candles that sat half burned on the shelves came to life and a dull glow filled the interior of the temple. The light was hardly enough to be called light, offering Magrej just enough to see the outline of the robes and the outline of the spires of his crown, the gems that laced the crown glowing softly in the dull light and his eyes their ever piercing red glow.

The god remained silent for some time, not bothering to speak to the human as his hands retreated within his robes once more. His hands showed that of a very elderly man, it seemed where in human standards would be considered very weak and yet if one wavered from his faith of the god, death would be the answering beacon for he would show his hideously scarred form, and his immense strength and torture would answer their doubts until finally, their bodies ended and their life was stolen away. Now, as he looked upon the form of his pet, he was satisfied. The human was nervous, submissive. His head lowered as he bowed and the god gave a brief flare of his eyes to show his approval but only for the merest of moments as he peered down at the pitiful human. He had indeed selected this man for his current pet, and he had selected Magrej to be the Keeper for the current time, he still expected the man’s otherwise fat head to be consolidated and modest around himself.

The silence enveloped them like a thick and suffocating air that he rather intentionally placed upon Magrej as he studied his pet. His face was stained with the scar that he placed on the man’s form. The scar that he had given him to remind him that he was never free and he had a job to do despite the power that he had placed within him. Finally, when he did speak, he nodded curtly to the man and beckoned him closer to his feet, motioning to the floor a few feet from himself as he motioned for Magrej to sit, ”Sit, pet.” he commanded simply, waiting a few moments before he spoke again, ”On this day, I have called you to me for I have a reason for you to come to my temple, pet. I have a gift for you. This gift shall be something that you had better value deeply and do not disappoint me by wasting it or filling your head with silly, pestilent thoughts of using this gift for any other insidious reason other than the true intention for which I give him to you.” he warned with a curt nod, the tips of his crown dipping with the nod before he righted his head once more with a stiff sigh, mistrusting the fact that the human kind could truly carry out the wishes for which he held, the wants to tip the balance into darkness and now as he gazed upon Magrej with an insinuating stare, he fell into silence once more, the robes shifting where his hands should be once again as he the mist climbed once again with the typical crimson now stained with an acid green as well as he began to form and to summon the gift for which he had prepared to deliver to Magrej.

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[Jotari]

KASHEEM

Darkness.

Where was he? Who was he? What was he?

He remembered only one face and for some reason her hated that face with the colorful flashing eyes, high cheekbones, ebony hair, and soft lips. He remembered the lips, had he tasted them once? This face was connected to a lovely neck and shoulders and then a familiar femme frame. Why did he hate her? But now as was forming from mist, his mind cleared. Kasheem had to kill that face. He did not even remember her name, but he had to kill her no matter what.

He stood well over six feet tall with a strong frame. But there was no skin or muscle on those hands, merely bones. Attired in plates of dark leather which formed a armour on his undead body, Kasheem would make a ghastly appearance even without his head. The former prince's head was a skull engulfed in green fire. Stepping forward he knelt, not even knowing why, to the two before him. He knew that they were his masters. But even more powerful then they, was his urge to kill the pretty lady. Kasheem said nothing, it was not his place. Kasheem though was already eager to go find the pretty lady and send her blood dripping into the earth. Kasheem suddenly had the name Black Star. That was the pretty lady's name then. But the undead creature, though obedient, was rather confused on why anyone wanted to kill her.

Perhaps some corner of his dead being still remember and loved the outlaw queen. But he had been dead for quite some time and Kasheem remembered nothing. He just wanted to tear her apart limp from limp. That was his entire purpose. But for now, he knelt in silence, awaiting orders. That was his second purpose. T serve the masters. But Kasheem thirsted for blood.

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Magrej came closer to the god as he was instructed. Sitting, as a pet would, he listened with intent ears to his master as he spoke, the awkward colored puss still slowly gushing out from the gash upon his face. The King was very interested as Araxes spoke of a gift to him. It was very rare that the god ever gave him anything, let alone a gift. A gift for me? He thought, the lord now leaned closer, making sure his ears hadn't deceived him, and that he was hearing correctly. Soon the master stopped speaking, and began to use his outstanding powers. Mist began to twist and gather, something was forming. The king's black eyes stayed on the mist, he did not want to miss the show. As form took place, Magrej was confused to what it was. Running his pale hand through the curly, black hair of his, the masculine glanced upon to his masters face for guidance before looking back to the forming object.

Clearing his throat, the King now spoke. "My master, wh-wh-what is this gift you give me?" Magrej asked, the fear in his voice clear as glass. "What am I to use this gift for my lord?" The male's mind was scattered with confusing, which was different for him. As the majesty was never like this in front of his people, he was elegant, powerful, and was fruitful of ideals. But now that he was in front of his master, and this unusual green form, Magrej was lost, a feeling he hated. Fear was another feeling that the male could not stand. He was a natural born leader, he should not be aware of any of these kind of emotions. But when Magrej was in front of Araxes, he turned into some sort of child Or love-strucked fool.
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[Desperanza]

Araxes

Araxes’ glowing red orbs swiveled to pierce upon the sight of Magrej for a mere moment when the mortal spoke, the fear and confusion in his tone satisfied the god and he laughed coldly, rocking back slightly within his golden throne as he weaved and curled the mists together until Kasheem stood beside him. He gazed upon the sight of the creature, magnificent and knowing full and well what his duty was for that was how Araxes had created him, to kill Black Star. The god nodded curtly, satisfied at the skeletal figure with the glowing head and now, he turned his gaze upon Magrej once again with a steady glow still, “You, my pet, shall take this gift that I have prepared for you. You shall take him back to your petty castle and set him loose upon the land. He is inlaid with specific guidelines and he will in turn show you what his purpose is. He shall show you what his purpose is. Use him and yet, if you over use him, he will overtake you, this gift is power in your hands.” The god spoke a few words, but little to nothing. He did not have much to say. This was Magrej’s gift and yet, he had nothing more to say to him. His plans were simple. Kasheem would take out Black Star and then the balance of things would shift, perhaps. Perhaps then the fate of the world would finally rest in the hands of his pet, Magrej. Perhaps then his pitiful sister could wallow in the sanctity of his wicked world. Finally, the world would be his. He grinned, cold laughter spilling from the folds of his robes once again as his fingers laced together and he chuckled, sighing.

The red orbs shifted once again to the man before himself and he grinned with only a faint glint of the razors that laced his mouth to his pet and nothing more for he still remained cloaked. His pet would of course live to see another day. The god however, addressed Magrej once again, “I have given you a gift, a prize of sorts for not betraying me or straying from your faith, pet. This creature is yours to take and that scar will forever bind you to me for if you stray, I will know where you are and you shall retrieve the ultimate torture to pain of death. Death shall be sweet if I must come after you and straighten your path but thus far I must say that I am pleased with your work but NOW,” he stated, his tone suddenly coming out in a sharp and rapt whistle meant to pierce the ears of Magrej and enforce him to hurry his movements, “Now, I press that you quit being quite so lazy and get moving. The goodness of the world still remains strong and this displeases me, pet. Get off your ass and get moving.” He hissed, impatient. The tips of his fingers tapped together and he grit his teeth, the singe of metal grinding together could be heard and he chuckled darkly, the red orbs glowing a bit more fiercely once again as the mist began to rise once again, “I shall be watching, pet. I shall be waiting and expecting this moment when you shall offer me a world that pleases me, where we may rule in darkness and not in balance.” He muttered with a curt nod of his head before he once again fell silent.

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