The Heart of Evil
By: Ayleth Posted on: July 08, 2010
My lips moved in silent prayer to the Twin Lords, my red eyes gazing heavenward as I continued to wish for the Daemonic Daegger. I grinned softly, giving a silent praise of thanks as I looked down into my hands, the one eye on the handle gazing up at me in sadistic horror as I began to wield it in my left hand, my digits wrapping around it. Bowing my head in a meditative stance, I cleared my mind, awaiting my mana reserves to return to full.
It wasn't long until I felt that my mental prowess was swollen to it's maximum.
Lifting my head, I summoned the one and only Baalzadeen daemon. My companion
that would help me win the battle that I was seeking to win. Looking around, I
smirked. I was already on the plane of Nishnatoba, and there were four
Alchemists following in line behind me, ready to take down one icon.
My eyes fell on the large, looming object in front of me, taking the form of a Crystal Mirror. Allowing the Alchemists to get in front of me, I ordered them to begin attacking the Icon.
- couple hours later *
"Hunt!" My voice was sharp, harsh you could say as the daegger floating beside
me flew itself towards the quivering dwarf in front of me. Missing him by a
hair, it shot back towards him - this time digging itself into his back before
falling to the ground, limp. I smirked slightly at the Sylvan who had finally
come to defend his house's Icon. Giving him the evileye, I flooded his body with
ailments of asthma and slickness. I was quite happy when I saw that he didn't
cure the asthma, and sneered at him as I stroked my hand across his left arm. It
shriveled into a useless appendage, and I quickly moved to do the same to his
right arm.
He applied mending to his arms, only for it to quickly slide off his skin. I
grabbed his left leg, than his right, watching in pure enjoyment as both
appendages reduced to nothing but shriveled limbs. The vines surrounding his
body fell limp as he fervently kept trying to apply a mending salve to all four
limbs - to no avail. "Farewell.." I whispered, before gazing at him
sadistically.
Drawing on the power of undeath, I wreathed my hand in black, crackling energy.
With a diabolical laugh, I stiffened my hand and slowly ran it down the sylvan's
chest, splitting it open as I did so. With an expert touch, I ripped apart his
innards, causing a maximum of horrifying pain, and as I enjoyed the spectacle of
his writhing and screaming in agony, I ripped out his sternum and drove it
through his splayed body, pinning him to the ground to die.