Evil

"Scorpion asks Frog for a ride across a river. Frog says "But you'll sting me and I'll die. After all, you're a scorpion."
Scorpion says, "Don't be silly, if I sting you, we'll both die."
Frog says, "Well, that makes sense. I'll give you a ride."
Scorpion climbs on Frog's back and off they go. Half way across the river,
Scorpion stings Frog and as they both begin to sink beneath the water, Frog says "What did you do that for? Now we'll both die!"
Scorpion says, "I couldn't help it. After all, I'm a scorpion."
    ~Unknown Source

    You know you're growing too accustomed to waking up from unconsciousness when you can immediately identify the sensation.

We had an Arrangement, the necromancer and I.  He would teach me enough of his art to keep my mother alive, and I in turn would do whatever he asked.  It was simple and I liked it that way.

It started out well enough, at first I could go and see my mother every few weeks or so.  Then weeks turned to months, and months to years.  It had been nearly three years since I last saw my mother's face.  And if it hadn't been for the loss of Deatholme it would have been a three more I'm sure. 

Ythgar tapped his gauntleted forefinger against his lip, considering. The manor in Darkshire was a fine beginning. But how to continue? One needed a network, after all. And how better to attract the various criminal minds, petty and otherwise, than by giving them a secure and safe place to congregate, well away from prying eyes? His lips curved into a smile. The bar he'd visited with Velion had sparked an idea in his mind, and as such things grow, this one did. Gold would be required, but he had that aplenty.

(( Crime Scene picture after the cut! ))

The tome on the shelf is bound in dark Shadowhide leather, intricate Truesilver lettering on the side indicating its provenance.

The Journal of Kagami Entoten.

((Part of this post continues from this one.))

The butt of Heidel's staff glows ember-hot, but something of it changes the light. It turns the fire of it sickly purple, coruscating away with a tinge of the octarine. Into the floor, he carves sigils, spiraling out in a precisely interwoven pattern. Contained by concentric circles, precisely drawn, more accurate than machinery by rigid training and necessity. His power flows out into them...

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It was cold still, and dark as he walked far, far beneath the leaden gray swells. He no longer walked alone, at least.. as far as he knew, any more. Beside him walked his dead father, dark chestnut hair tied back in a simple silvery band, just as when he'd lived. It could have been companionable had they been any other father and any other son.

And both alive.

And both not walking on the very floor of the black sea.
He trudged in slow motion through the water, feeling the sand like sludge under his shuffling dead feet. He tried to ignore his father. Eadgar would evidently have none of that.

You've made a fool of yourself, boy. But then again, you always did. At least this latest idiocy has given you a chance to think about who you really are.

Ah, the monster thing again. He was trying to ignore it the way a man bleeding from an artery might attempt to ignore the crimson fountain.

He had information, Alex knew it… even if the father didn’t. However, instead of helping… all he did was recite laws, and regulation. He gave her a hundred reasons why he couldn’t help… but all that it came down to in the mage’s mind was he didn’t want to.

If you deny sheep their Shepard, how long will those sheep live? How long till the hungry wolf eats them one by one, until none are left?

Alex walked into the cathedral and back towards the sleeping quarters for the priests that resided there. Much as she expected the door was locked. However, she had no intention of turning back now. She touched the lock with her bare fingers, the metal of the lock chilled, distorting the color slightly. Then finally froze as ice crystals started to form on the edges. Alex rammed the door with her shoulder, the small amount of force was able to shatter the lock into small shards.

It was going to be a very dangerous situation. Of that, she was certain.

(( Time for supar evilness!  Very explicit and not for the faint of heart.))

Elandrin walked down to the abandoned basement, the cracked windows filtering dusky light down as he struck a match to light the stinking lamp that illuminated the room.  It cast it's light on the torn clothes and pale skin of a noblewoman.

"My sister... Vaiza... her heart is gone and she's dead!" Celecia cries out to herself in anger. She cries as she remembers herself walking into an empty room of the park, finding her sister's lifeless body missing a heart. The blood everywhere and the stench of the fight filling her senses. It was a horrible moment, and revenge had set into her mind.

6.26

Today my dark lady asked me to keep record of my experiments; naturally as her loyal servant I have followed her simple request. With all the options available to me, I have chosen the form of a journal.  I find that it offers me that personal touch.   

Pain… soul… not long.

Einon… NO!… escape…

Empty cell... writing... instructions...

Travel… rogue… Island…

Hot… not long… light… shadow…

Bed… fighting… Affray…

(( Originally posted 2006/01/11 )) 

((Originally Posted: 19 Sept 2006))

I suppose it should amaze me just how people can go through their last hours in the world with the same dull, tired, lack of wonder that they go through most of their lives.

I made Yuta blush.

I think that’s the first time. Light knows, she’s done it to me often enough. We were talking about me and the Light. She wasn’t surprised, naturally, said she’d known it all along but figured I’d never let myself believe it. Said she’d seen me shining bright ever since the first time, then she stopped and blushed.