Unholy Confessions [open]

[AURIDIA]

you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - -

The creatures that crawled on the face of this planet were quite interesting. As of late it was much more entertaining then the nine hells. The Nine Hells were always the same, and sometimes the same thing over and over got boring. Least it got boring for Auridia. Auridia was the goddess of pain, suffering and torture, and seeing any of that made her smile a little smile and enjoy her long life a little more, and this is what brought Auridia to the Fortress. It was the current home of Panthea, the dark queen, the starter of the war on the land of the light. The gathering place of her court who were all just as twisted in the head as she was. Between the prisoners of war and their own slaves there was much torture going around, cries of pain and the sound of suffering. It made the goddess so giddy she could just skip down the halls. The Chamber was her destination, she could feel what went down there though her veins almost pulling her right to it. She could hardly wait, she was just like a small child s excited to go to the candy shop.

There Aurdia was bare feet on the stone, a dress more suited for a bar wench then a goddess. She saw no use to fancy clothing when they were just going to get stained with blood and mud. As she met the door she simply pushed it open slowly taking a looking still hiding a little behind the door its self. A happy little squeal came from the goddess as she took in everything in the room oh this was what she wanted, a break from the same old same old. As she fully entered she walked over to a poor soul in the room left to die. As the goddess came over she reached out to just stick her finger in an open wound to make the person wither in pain. Such a sweet smile came to her lips. “Where is dear Keggor to take your pitiful soul from this plane of existence?” The hand that she used to stick into a wound was removed and she gently petted the creatures face. “Leaving you here to just wish your end?” Auridia then dug her nails into his face “Such a pitiful soul, perhaps its just not your time to die.” Her voice was so sweet soothing in away but her actions were not as she dragged her nails down though the flesh watching the blood flow over her fingers and onto the floor.

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[corson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i326/whiskey_lullabies/corson.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] goddess knows, you're built for sin Andras stalked down the hall, wearing the more nicer clothing then he usually did, though usually he was down in the chambers giving people the suffering they deserved, one could understand why he was wearing something different- he had no intention of going down to the chambers today- or at this moment. Despite the difference in clothing, he still wore the same doom and gloom colors of darkness, the only shade that he had in his collection of clothing. His cloak swirled as he twisted left upon exiting through the doorway, seemingly uninterested in what was happening around him. His brown eyes flickered across the wall, taking in the wings that led to his bedroom, colors of all sorts- the only colors he would tolerate near him. Behind him came the shuffling of feet as his former bed mate left, gathering his things in a haste before the evil sorcerer decided to call the guards to remove him. He waved to the guards as he passed, indicating for them to take the boy and send him down to the chambers. He'd deal with him later. He lifted his other hand, looking at the figurine that he was holding, the one that boy had given him while he was out riding his horse. He arched a brow, it was merely an object, mused as he opened up his palm and the wood immediately began to burn, an object used to bring two people together- and that was all he wanted, a little strong body for a little fun. He twisted his palm, the ashes cascading to the ground as he continued to head down the stairs. It wasn't until he was at the ground floor did he hear the fainest rustling of clothing, the faint rustling of a the fabric bunched together into a dress; the presence of a women heading to the chambers. He raised a brow before twisting against the heel of his boots and following the sound. Normally, he never had taken a liking to women any more then a man, he never considered them anymore then someone to bed; he, unlike other men, never dreamed of something utterly foolish as 'the perfect woman'. He didn't believe them to be lesser then man in general; though, everyone that wasn't Thea was beneath him, that could explain his thought process. But he knew that no lady worked in the Chambers, a place where strength was needed to deal with the fresh toys that wasted their energy on trying to break free of the thick chains. And curiosity, as morbid as ever, beckoned him forward as he dipped his head and listened, one hand on the cold stone as his fingers trailed behind him. The unmistakable sounds of a sweet, trilling voice, too soft to be a man- he quirked an amused brow as the sounds of someone grunting and moaning pitifully in pain followed. How peculiar. Stopping at the sight that beheld him, he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, watching the daring maiden as she stepped forward to play with the victim that he had dealt with not three moons ago. However, he was surprised to be able to name the face that was there- someone that he had looked up to, someone that he had followed for quite a long time now. The corners of his lips twitched into a wicked grin of amusement at the sight of her actions as she spoke. That sweet little deceiving voice, followed up by his own respectful drawl. 'I could always fix that,' he uttered, stepping forward, advancing away from the doorway before he bowed before her. 'But letting them go takes away the option of letting them feel pain, suffer, and my options of how to torture them,' he added quietly, knowing well who she was, and what she was the goddess of. He dipped his head, his eyes resting on the chains that was laid out on the floor- no doubt from the little fairy that he had stolen his new wings from. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[AURIDIA]

you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - -

It was just her and this poor damned soul and a room filled with all kinds of tools at her disposal. Auridia hummed to her self as she walked around the person every so often sticking a nail into a healing wound. “wonder what you did to end up here? Are you all innocent? Will the gods forgive you for the wrongs you did for the suffering you endure?” Her gin was evil and with the physical pain she inflicted she also was attacking him mentally. “They don't care, your not important enough, and don't let that moon goddess tell you different, she is full of vengeance herself. High richest bitch she is.” Her tone turned sour as she frowned and dug her nails in deep digging deeper into the flesh. “You will end up in the pits of hell, and here is a secret, even your tormentors will, sure they might live the life now, gain the favour of god or two, but when death comes and judgement is dealt they will be right beside you.” The redhead smiled once more. “I like Panthea, she causes so much trouble, and would love it when she wins, but everything mortal will die, its nature.”

Jade eyes looked over at the entrance way, at the man in black who stood there, laced up with piercings and tattoos. A smile graced the goddess' lips as the man talked to her walked over and bowed. “Wicked soul in a pretty package.” She spoke in the same sweet tone. “pretty laced words, but death is no end to pain and tourer, no, deep in the nine pits of hell souls still scream, still suffer." Auridia pulled her hands away from the prisoner as she turned fully to Andras. “Not all children get to play in heaven's fields.” She bent awkwardly since he was still bowed and his head was down to look him in the face. “Your options?” Her smile became a little more twisted a odd spark in her jade coloured eyes. “So my pretty, do you have a name? Seem to know who I am, not many bow you see if they know me, run away, afraid. But not you, interesting it is, show me will you? Your options.”

Auridia stood up quickly looking at the poor chained up creature. “Unlucky you are, very unlucky, death would be kind, but seems to be my lucky day, seems Keggor will let me have fun before taking you away, should get him a gift, maybe your pretty little eyes.” The redhead brought her hand to the others face once more. “Lets hope you scream pretty, I like pretty screams.” Again she racked her nails across their face. “Come my pretty little wicked soul I like to learn new things, try old things in new ways.” She turned slightly to look at him the same smile on her face “And please do not disappoint me, disappointment will not do at all.”

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[corson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i326/whiskey_lullabies/corson.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] goddess knows, you're built for sin Andras tilted his head back and met the Goddess's eyes, he quirked a brow but said nothing as she straightened and moved away from him. After a silent moment on his behalf, he slowly stood, watching the woman as she turned back to the creature. He stepped forward and nodded, his lips pressed together in its usual reserved manner before parting for a moment. 'I go by Andras, my goddess,' he murmured lightly, his voice a deep rumble. He tilted his head to the side lightly. 'I consider you my patron goddess, I believe turning away from a God or Goddess would be considered an insult- and you, least of all the others, should be insulted,' he replied casually, dipping his head lightly in acknowledgment. The Goddess may not be the nicest, considering what she was a patron was, and she may or may not care if he had worshiped her or not- but it didn't matter, Andras had grown up knowing what suffering was already. The sound of rustling broke his gaze as he turned his head and watched the guards pull his former (temporary) bed partner into the chambers, chaining him up and quickly leaving without a backwards glance. His dark brown orbs observed the boy without sympathy before he turned back to the dying creature as the Goddess played with him. 'We have a jar that could preserve the eyes if you really want it,' he uttered thoughtfully, trying to recall where it was- down the hall... and to the left? He could get a servant to get one. 'Though, the fresh body behind me has the nicest eyes- and icy blue,' he mused- referring to the boy from the marketplace, the boy he had spent the night with, the boy that was going to his used as his amusement until that idiotic fairy's back heals. Ungrateful brat, he had let her live to see her wings, and she's just testing how long he was going to wait for that. his patience, when needed he can wait, but it's beneath him to wait for something as tarnished and dirty as her. He looked around the room before flourishing a hand and a light bow of his head. 'As a human sorcerer, I could always use a few tricks; I am hoping that you show me your favorite techniques if I show you mine?' he inquired, honestly just curious about what she liked compared to his own. He nodded in understand as he stepped to the side, giving her a clear view of the boy. 'Are we aiming for painful death, or just suffering?' he clarified, giving her a smile full of malice and dark amusement- unlike her innocent ones. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[AURIDIA]

you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - -

When blue eyes met green a smile spread to her face. It was strange how such a twisted little soul could be so happy and innocent like. But this was her on a good day, and the stories that they wrote about her were about her bad days, when someone really pissed her off and that caused all hell to break loose. “Andras, pretty name for pretty one.” and she meant what she said, she did find him lovely to look at, it was rare that she even took a second look at a mortal, maybe it was the wicked soul she sensed in him. An amused smile graced her face softening her features some, his gesture was one out of politeness, and he did have a point, one never wanted to insult her. “Yes, well, point taken, formality and politeness, mustn't forget those.” She looked back towards him, emerald eyes sparking with the wickedness of her twisted little heart.

The guards and the boy they brought it caught her attention as she watched them chain him up. A new toy, how much fun, maybe it was time for this one to die. That was the lovely thing about this world, as soon as one tormented being breathed its last breath a new fresh one to break in crawled its way into life. It was a never ending circle of live and death, of kindness and cruelty. For every sinner there was a saint, for every killer there was a healer. “Yes, such things exist when magic and creativity exist.” She spoke in regards to the jar. “Sometimes it isn't about the freshest, or nicest, sometimes its just the satisfaction of taking something away from someone.” She mused the smile on her face once more. “Could even be greedy, take them both, let them see the hells though their own eyes.” A small giggle passed her lips as she curled her fingers in front of the poor creatures eyes that she was toying with, he sharp nails just inches away. She stepped away taking a step closer to Andras. “Don't you agree? Two sets better then one.”

“Yes, yes.” Her smile grew her eyes on the boy. “Death is for the god of death, they are no use to me when six feet deep.” The goddess shrugged her shoulders as she wiped her hands on her skirt staining it with blood. Auridia walked over to the boy. Her favourite little game was to act as innocent as ever, give a faults sense of hope compared to the words she said. Just as a snake with their shinning scales trick people into thinking their harmless until they strike. She looked to Andras, “Shale we?”

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[corson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i326/whiskey_lullabies/corson.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] goddess knows, you're built for sin Hearing the compliment, Andras dipped his head in thanks. 'Such charming words, perhaps a little too humble,' he remarked. The words, clearly was a good thing, but Andras wasn't the type who wasn't aware of what he was doing until it was too late, he knew he hurt people, he knew it was him how made them scream, he knew that he was the cause of so much hatred and suffering- and yet he didn't regret it. He was there at every moment, heard every shriek of terror and yet didn't blink. He knew he wasn't a good person, there was nothing pretty about him, and yet, he relished it, basked in it- their resentment for him, their fear of him- he didn't care for any of them. They were below him, the only one who he would ever look upwards to was his God and Goddess, however few he worshiped. He licked his lips slowly and shot the Goddess a charming, twisted, morbid smile when she looked back at him. There was no goodness inside his heart- no doubt she would like someone like him. He was almost like Panthea herself, not as powerful and no so much as interested in being King like she was. Perhaps that's why get along rather well- and it's no so much as friendship, where emotions were intact, but respect for each others craft and creativity. He stared at the creature, nothing more then a little broken toy. Who was it that destroyed him into a ghost of how he was? Was it Andras or Thea? Maybe someone else? He couldn't remember anymore, faces became blurred and it was hard to see when everything was so stained with blood. But he had no use of seeing their face, they were pathetic. 'Short of a few others, nothing is more satisfying the the feeling of power and control,' he murmured thoughtfully, his eyes dark with little light in them. He chuckled softly, tipping his head to the side of the Goddess when she stepped closer to him. 'I remember this one now- he was a converter, going around and asking people to convert to the 'good' side and be a flame in the darkness,' he let out a menacing laugh, it echoed around the room, but he didn't hear it. 'We could always take out both of them and make him watch as we set him on fire- only then can he truly be a light in the darkness.' It was a symbolic method of course, something that Andras had been amusing himself with lately- for example, the taking the wings of an elf meant that he was taking away their freedom, their ability to fly; burning this animal meant that the thing clearly got what he had wanted- to alight the darkness where the truth can find them and reach. And the truth would come, the truth that he's going to die a rather hot, smoldering death. Turning to follow her, he finally unclasped his hands from behind his back. He reached down and pulled out a dagger from his belt and stepped forward to the new boy. 'If that is what you wish,' he mused, leaning forward to whisper into the boy's ear. 'I had fun, thank you- but you're no longer of use to me.' Stepping back, he ran the tip of the knife against his cheek, trailing down to the corner of his lips. He parted the boy's lips with the blade, but didn't harm him, not yet. 'Let it start then,' he pulled away and waved his hands around the room. 'Who shall start?' he deadpanned, seeming oblivious to the quivering form. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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