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Post by The-Spokesman-of-Insanity on Jan 22, 2011 12:22:02 GMT -5
He didn't move, he was firmly in place as the darkness shifted around him. His armor obeyed him and rooted itself to the spot through sheer will of familiars, "You were lectured to survive you worthless bitch. A child thrown to wolves, and yet you survived. But there once lived a man in another plane of existence, sold to the Ottoman empire, enslaved as a burdened prince. Used to usurp the throne of an enemy nation.
"He was thrown to the wolves by his father and brother, he clawed his way to the top, he destroyed legions of men and piked them outside of a fortress whilst drinking their blood. He showed no fear and today he stands before you in his original form, the most feared name within two planes of existence, Vlad Tepes Dracula. I did this on my own, I did this through being human, not even with the prowess of the Vampire Dracula, or the Demonic Vampire Alucard, or even the Insanity of the Spokesmen. What is your excuse?"
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Post by Maricul on Jan 22, 2011 12:34:45 GMT -5
Maricul lowered her gun, her head hung in shame as she just looked at the ground.
"I...I didn't want to lose my humanity."
It was true. All these years Maricul have struggled to maintain the one shred of humanity she had left. The thing that kept her loyal to her sister and showed love to all the things she had created in her time in this world. The one thing keeping her sanity in tact. She managed to lift her head up to look at the Spokesman once more.
"I didn't want to become the thing that abandoned me. My father was a bastard that despised me but he never threw me to the wolves. I pity you."
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Post by The-Spokesman-of-Insanity on Jan 22, 2011 12:39:19 GMT -5
"Pity yourself wench," he turned his back on her, "You're always going to be pathetic, because you do not embrace the darkness as I do. The black magic in your body is wasted." He began walking from where he came from then dropped one single familiar being to the ground.
"It is your choice to sync with the true black magic that I possess and to attain the prowess that you should be posessing. Even more so, you may not be so worthless."
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Post by Maricul on Jan 22, 2011 15:09:44 GMT -5
Maricul didn't say anything further as he walked away, fearing that one wrong word would provoke his anger once again. She slid down the cave wall she was backed into and hugged herself, bringing her knees up to her chest as she attempted to hide her tears and shame as his words had cut her deeper than she realized. Her attention wasn't on the familiar that had dropped to the ground but elsewhere inside her mind. Until it came in contact with her and forced her to feel but a small fragment, a small taste of the Spokesman true power. The feeling was amazing, so intoxicating yet at the same time it frightened her.
Then there was something else. Thoughts of chaos, death, decay, destruction, lust. It was like viewing a darker version of herself, a self that only wanted to destroy with all the power at her possession and what great power it was. Once the glimpses that familiar had shown her finished Maricul was left rocking against the cave wall. More terrified of the power that was sealed away deep inside of her more than ever as she tried to make those images go away. That couldn't have been her.
Could it?
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Post by The-Spokesman-of-Insanity on Jan 22, 2011 18:56:35 GMT -5
Alucard mounted his warhorse, simply made of the familiars that have accompanied him for thousands of years. "The darkness with wash over her. Or she will maintain her weak form." The horse began walking through the sand toward Jerico.
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