Post by nero on Oct 3, 2010 21:23:13 GMT -6
Violently and with wicked intent Nero's lips slid against those of the slave girl's again. Hungrily his hands slid to her waist, gripping her tightly as she pressed closer against him. A groan of delight tumbled from her lips, much to her own shock, as her lips pulled away from his own to look up into his eyes. Nero was gazing back down at her, his pale blue eyes seeming to leap with twisted intent; it was something that excited her. In desperation, almost finding herself addicted to his lips, to his very taste, the slave pressed her lips passionately against his own. Her kiss screamed with lust, with need; perhaps for tonight she could escape the cruel reality of her world and become lost within the passion of the man before her. However, unbeknown to the slave Nero wasn't the kind of man to take a woman to his bed without some sort of sadistic intent. He was the type of make that took as much joy from flesh and lust as he did blood and screams. Oh yes, screams. Whether they came from the lips of a satisfied lover or the mouth of a bloodied victim; Nero loved them all.
Seductively the girl pushed Nero away, smiling at sweet little smile as she did so. The girl threw him the kind of look that begged him to come get her, that demanded he pursue her to wherever she wanted and then take his carnal pleasures. It was the kind of raw, animalistic desire that made weaker men crumple and lesser women shy away. Tugging at the leather bindings which held his tunic in place, Nero shrugged the material off of his frame; his exposed torso bringing a soft gasp from the girl's lips. Nearly every inch of flesh found itself covered in tattoos dedicated to his God, Keggor. The designs and symbols magically thrust upon his body by the Great Lich, Valek, himself. The dark ink moved in both jagged patterns as well as soft and gentle swirls; the dynamics of it were enough for a person to become lost in tracing the designs. Runes and glyphs covered his back, the writing an ancient and arcane tongue. His body was a walking monument to Keggor and his undying darkness.
Closing the distance between himself and the girl, Nero grabbed her wrist as she attempted to spin away. With a savage tug her smaller frame gently crashed into his own. A powerful arm wrapped around her waist, it's grip ironclad and offering no hope of escape. Escape, however, was not what she had in mind. Pressing her frame back against his own, the girl allowed her head to tilt back, his lips capturing her own. Closing her eyes, the sensation of his strength holding her in place and the dancing of their lips was enough to lull her into a world that couldn't be real. It almost felt like a dream to her, and as his lips fell to her neck a sigh escaped her as her head rolled to the side; her mind in a daze. That split second proved to be all that it took, that was enough time for the promise of a sleepless night and an exhausted body to shift into pain and death. Life was that delicate, Nero was that cold.
Slowly Nero's hand ran the length of her body, slipping off her thigh to slide behind his own back. It was there that his fingers wrapped around a wickedly sharp knife, the hilt feeling comfortable in his grip. A gasp of excitement echoed out through the room as his teeth sank into her neck; the pain becoming more fascinating to her than anything else. As she melted against him, the feeling of his bite overwhelming her mind; it was then he struck. In a fluid motion to quick for the human eye to even process, the knife was drawn and the point piercing her chest as it sank into her chest. Her eyes shot open, a scream of pain shrieking from her throat to fill the room and out into the corridor. However, Nero's grip upon her held her in place as the blade sank in deeper to fully impale her heart. Letting go of her waist, Nero allowed her to fall to the ground, a glyph representing Keggor being engraved upon the floor there, her blood filling the tile to flow into the glyph.
"Unholy Father, accept the blood split here as tribute to all that you are. It is in your name and for everything you are that I take action, that I do as I do. It is in your honor that I destroy the weaker of this world, that I bind them in chains to feed your appetite. It is in your glory that I spread terror and chaos, that I bathe the ground and myself in their blood. It is in your name that I devour the souls of the Lesser and give them to you. It is in your name, Keggor, that I live, that I die, and that I serve." As the last of the words fell from his lips Nero stepped forward, carefully avoiding the dead slave, and standing upon the middle of the glyph. It was here that he raised the knife to his own palm, the savage blade slicing open his hand. Tightly balling his hand into a fist, Nero extended his arm to allow his own blood to drop into the glyph. "It is for you, Dark Father, and only you, that I allow my blood to fall to the earth. That I allow myself to be wounded." Opening his hand, and much to his own delight, the wound had already healed. Stepping from the glyph, Nero strode away, leaving the dead woman behind.
A black slab of marble had been shaved down and tirelessly shined and polished to provide the shining and enchanting looking table that Nero stood at. A stone pitcher of cold wine remained their at all times, changed by slaves the moment it lost it's chill. Looking over scrolls and maps, Nero drank from a simple silver goblet, the cold wine welcomed in his mouth and greedily drank by the man. Tossing the empty goblet aside, Nero leaned over to read reports from the his scouts and forward command. It was all the same, notices that Wolves were attacking caravans and lightly armored patrols. Fairies were hiding behind their walls and Elves had withdrawn into their trees. However, none of this concerned Nero in the least. The foolish forest-folk would be easy to crush, their trees burned and their cities looted and raped. No, it was what lay behind the forests that Nero lusted for.
Humans. And Pandora.
Soon Nero would burn those trees to the ground, soon he would have the Elven King and Fairy Queen's heads upon pikes before the Palace itself. Soon their people would be nothing more than ashes, their bodies burned in sacrifice to Keggor. The very thought of it brought a sensation of delight over his body, a shiver of excitement dancing it's way down his spine. His heart truly was black, his soul long ago traded for what he was now. It was obvious to tell he was a man driven by dark deeds, and even darker desires. Turning back to the door, Nero grinned hungrily before his powerful voice barked out. "Send in another, but first clean this mess up. I don't want them too scared right from the start, it ruins the fun." His words were sickening in their lust, malicious in their intent, and simply evil in their meaning. He truly was a man that had fallen to darkness.
But Nero would have it no other way.
Seductively the girl pushed Nero away, smiling at sweet little smile as she did so. The girl threw him the kind of look that begged him to come get her, that demanded he pursue her to wherever she wanted and then take his carnal pleasures. It was the kind of raw, animalistic desire that made weaker men crumple and lesser women shy away. Tugging at the leather bindings which held his tunic in place, Nero shrugged the material off of his frame; his exposed torso bringing a soft gasp from the girl's lips. Nearly every inch of flesh found itself covered in tattoos dedicated to his God, Keggor. The designs and symbols magically thrust upon his body by the Great Lich, Valek, himself. The dark ink moved in both jagged patterns as well as soft and gentle swirls; the dynamics of it were enough for a person to become lost in tracing the designs. Runes and glyphs covered his back, the writing an ancient and arcane tongue. His body was a walking monument to Keggor and his undying darkness.
Closing the distance between himself and the girl, Nero grabbed her wrist as she attempted to spin away. With a savage tug her smaller frame gently crashed into his own. A powerful arm wrapped around her waist, it's grip ironclad and offering no hope of escape. Escape, however, was not what she had in mind. Pressing her frame back against his own, the girl allowed her head to tilt back, his lips capturing her own. Closing her eyes, the sensation of his strength holding her in place and the dancing of their lips was enough to lull her into a world that couldn't be real. It almost felt like a dream to her, and as his lips fell to her neck a sigh escaped her as her head rolled to the side; her mind in a daze. That split second proved to be all that it took, that was enough time for the promise of a sleepless night and an exhausted body to shift into pain and death. Life was that delicate, Nero was that cold.
Slowly Nero's hand ran the length of her body, slipping off her thigh to slide behind his own back. It was there that his fingers wrapped around a wickedly sharp knife, the hilt feeling comfortable in his grip. A gasp of excitement echoed out through the room as his teeth sank into her neck; the pain becoming more fascinating to her than anything else. As she melted against him, the feeling of his bite overwhelming her mind; it was then he struck. In a fluid motion to quick for the human eye to even process, the knife was drawn and the point piercing her chest as it sank into her chest. Her eyes shot open, a scream of pain shrieking from her throat to fill the room and out into the corridor. However, Nero's grip upon her held her in place as the blade sank in deeper to fully impale her heart. Letting go of her waist, Nero allowed her to fall to the ground, a glyph representing Keggor being engraved upon the floor there, her blood filling the tile to flow into the glyph.
"Unholy Father, accept the blood split here as tribute to all that you are. It is in your name and for everything you are that I take action, that I do as I do. It is in your honor that I destroy the weaker of this world, that I bind them in chains to feed your appetite. It is in your glory that I spread terror and chaos, that I bathe the ground and myself in their blood. It is in your name that I devour the souls of the Lesser and give them to you. It is in your name, Keggor, that I live, that I die, and that I serve." As the last of the words fell from his lips Nero stepped forward, carefully avoiding the dead slave, and standing upon the middle of the glyph. It was here that he raised the knife to his own palm, the savage blade slicing open his hand. Tightly balling his hand into a fist, Nero extended his arm to allow his own blood to drop into the glyph. "It is for you, Dark Father, and only you, that I allow my blood to fall to the earth. That I allow myself to be wounded." Opening his hand, and much to his own delight, the wound had already healed. Stepping from the glyph, Nero strode away, leaving the dead woman behind.
A black slab of marble had been shaved down and tirelessly shined and polished to provide the shining and enchanting looking table that Nero stood at. A stone pitcher of cold wine remained their at all times, changed by slaves the moment it lost it's chill. Looking over scrolls and maps, Nero drank from a simple silver goblet, the cold wine welcomed in his mouth and greedily drank by the man. Tossing the empty goblet aside, Nero leaned over to read reports from the his scouts and forward command. It was all the same, notices that Wolves were attacking caravans and lightly armored patrols. Fairies were hiding behind their walls and Elves had withdrawn into their trees. However, none of this concerned Nero in the least. The foolish forest-folk would be easy to crush, their trees burned and their cities looted and raped. No, it was what lay behind the forests that Nero lusted for.
Humans. And Pandora.
Soon Nero would burn those trees to the ground, soon he would have the Elven King and Fairy Queen's heads upon pikes before the Palace itself. Soon their people would be nothing more than ashes, their bodies burned in sacrifice to Keggor. The very thought of it brought a sensation of delight over his body, a shiver of excitement dancing it's way down his spine. His heart truly was black, his soul long ago traded for what he was now. It was obvious to tell he was a man driven by dark deeds, and even darker desires. Turning back to the door, Nero grinned hungrily before his powerful voice barked out. "Send in another, but first clean this mess up. I don't want them too scared right from the start, it ruins the fun." His words were sickening in their lust, malicious in their intent, and simply evil in their meaning. He truly was a man that had fallen to darkness.
But Nero would have it no other way.
