Post by GI Jho on Mar 2, 2014 17:21:13 GMT -5
The Emissary soon awoke in a dark room, unable to see anything. She felt like she was sitting down, but where and on what, she was not sure. It was pitch black, and very cold, almost as if she was inside a large cave. She tried to move her head and hands to try and conjure her sphere of light, but she found that her head and arms had been bolted down to the chair, restrained to prevent movement. She tried to move her legs as well, but found that they, too, were bound to wherever she was sitting. The emissary began to panic, and thrashed about violently in her chair, she could not move at all; all she had succeeded in doing was making her arms and head hurt. Suddenly, she heard a voice from in front of her, approaching from within the darkness.
"My, what a lovely gift my thralls have found for me today," the voice hissed menacingly. "A servant of Emmanuel? Here? In the UCA?"
A hoarse laugh broke through the shroud, making the Emissary cringe in fear. Suddenly, 3 torches became engulfed in light, revealing the black robed form of a masked man, standing no more than 20 feet in front of the emissary. Hands clasped behind her back, the man walked forward, back hunched and face thrust towards the Emissary, as he came with grabbing distance of the chair. "I never would have expected the God of Seers to send one of his own here..."
"You know nothing about me, or my master, devil!" The Emissary shouted.
"Oh, but I do," The man replied, before he chuckled lightly. "Now, tell me- where is that familiar of his? The one called "Auroros"?"
"What makes you so sure that he sent him here?" The emissary replied. "How do you know I was not sent alone?"
The man simply snorted and stated, "Do you take me for a fool? Do you expect me to believe that a whelp like you was sent alone to protect this place? Now tell me- where is Auroros?"
"I wouldn't tell you even if you threatened to kill me," The Emissary growled.
"Now now, let's not say things we'll come to regret," Ommadon cackled, before a hideous, callused hand emerged from behind his back and within his sleeve. Ommadon's hideous hand flexed, as strange, blackish energy lanced along his finger tips, before his whole hand became engulfed in its power. The Emissary's face became aglow with horror, which only delighted the masked being even more. "You recognize this magic, don't you? It's a technique my people have known for millennia... an art many wish to utilize, but few can utilize. Now... will you speak, or will I have to... inflict some damage to that beautiful face?"
Despite the fear welling up within her, causing her shake violently and perspire heavily, she would not bow to the will of this horrible being. "Never," The Emissary spat in reply.
Ommadon chuckled, as his hideous hand ran along the Emissary's neck before stopping at her cheek. "I was hoping you would say that," Ommadon hissed malevolently, before he slammed his palm into the Emissary's face, muffling her screams as the black magic did its work....
"My, what a lovely gift my thralls have found for me today," the voice hissed menacingly. "A servant of Emmanuel? Here? In the UCA?"
A hoarse laugh broke through the shroud, making the Emissary cringe in fear. Suddenly, 3 torches became engulfed in light, revealing the black robed form of a masked man, standing no more than 20 feet in front of the emissary. Hands clasped behind her back, the man walked forward, back hunched and face thrust towards the Emissary, as he came with grabbing distance of the chair. "I never would have expected the God of Seers to send one of his own here..."
"You know nothing about me, or my master, devil!" The Emissary shouted.
"Oh, but I do," The man replied, before he chuckled lightly. "Now, tell me- where is that familiar of his? The one called "Auroros"?"
"What makes you so sure that he sent him here?" The emissary replied. "How do you know I was not sent alone?"
The man simply snorted and stated, "Do you take me for a fool? Do you expect me to believe that a whelp like you was sent alone to protect this place? Now tell me- where is Auroros?"
"I wouldn't tell you even if you threatened to kill me," The Emissary growled.
"Now now, let's not say things we'll come to regret," Ommadon cackled, before a hideous, callused hand emerged from behind his back and within his sleeve. Ommadon's hideous hand flexed, as strange, blackish energy lanced along his finger tips, before his whole hand became engulfed in its power. The Emissary's face became aglow with horror, which only delighted the masked being even more. "You recognize this magic, don't you? It's a technique my people have known for millennia... an art many wish to utilize, but few can utilize. Now... will you speak, or will I have to... inflict some damage to that beautiful face?"
Despite the fear welling up within her, causing her shake violently and perspire heavily, she would not bow to the will of this horrible being. "Never," The Emissary spat in reply.
Ommadon chuckled, as his hideous hand ran along the Emissary's neck before stopping at her cheek. "I was hoping you would say that," Ommadon hissed malevolently, before he slammed his palm into the Emissary's face, muffling her screams as the black magic did its work....