09-28-2017, 08:01 PM
Ash fell through the ground level floor of the Casino but did not land in the basement where undoubtedly seedy games of chance or possibly coffins were stacked for those who operated at night and slept during the day. Instead, she tumbled into the Underverse unceremoniously and could be seen falling from the middle of the sky which was a storm of embers and coal black clouds.
At gravity’s mercy and the laws of wind, she rolled limply in the sky. It was hard to tell if she was even conscious, she couldn't’ rightfully tell you. Over and over, and over, her body spun lifelessly at terrifying speeds towards the City of Dis. With what little luck her life-force could call upon, she headed straight down a neatly lined alley between two black iron buildings whose gargoyle could be alive or merely stone and whose spires just begged for her blood. Her souvenir, the Ultramarine’s sword that still impaled her, clipped the edge of one of these two buildings and a screech of metal on stone was heard while a burst of sparks flung in her wake.
This projected her to the next building where she managed to half roll until the handle of the blade caught a stray nick in the wall. The sound was muffled by her still warm body, but the blade reverberated like a tuning fork and sent pleasurable pain through her pierced guts. If she was not awake before, she was now as she moaned out. A second later she was knocked against the other wall in her continuous descent.
As she fell into the opposite wall again, she could feel her skin ripping at her legs and sides, her head slamming into the wall just the same, bruises being left on her body, and blood left on the walls as gravity roughed her up mercilessly while she slowed her down. Until at last, she had nothing left to crash into but what was at the bottom of this neatly lined-up alley. All who could hear it would hear the body crash into a cluster of metallic barrel-shaped cans.
The Storm Demon screamed out in gut-wrenching pain, landing face down on these and shoving the blade back inside of her once more. A slick sound of fresh blood splattering against cobblestones was heard next as she gasped with a mixture of pain and desperation. Ash moved her hand to pick herself up off the sword, only to the cotton arm-warmer to do nothing to save her hand from slipping out from under her and the whole demoness falling off the pile and onto her side in the compact alley.
Eyes wide open, but looking just as blind, as well as her mouth. Her chest heaved and her stomach clenched around the razor-sharp metal that stuck out from her back as she struggled to breathe. Her lungs expanded just fine, but every beat her heart made sent signals that even alarmed her. She imagined one of those machines in a hospital, a heart monitor, its blank black screen being interrupted by a bright green line to show you the shape of your heartbeat. She imagined the line’s sharp spikes looking vastly different to what they are supposed to be due to the bullet in her heart.
She couldn’t decide what she should take care of first as she choked on her own blood.
Ash thought about what she’d seen through the weakening blinding white walls that held her captive, more importantly, what a weakening isoverse had almost meant. She must have been so close to victory that the contraption was ready to even name her the winner. Or perhaps it saw her desperation as the final nail in her coffin and was giving her one more look at the man she had been aiming for this whole time. What little it mattered as she had plenty of videos stored in her Comm for anything she needed a visual for. Other than to mock her, which she didn’t think inanimate objects could do reasonably or well.
By this time she’s gotten off her good arm and was sitting up as straight as she could with a massive blade piercing her fragile body. It reached up to her chest, and her fingers slid into the bloody hole in her chest. Cobalt blue liquid spilled out freely as she dug around her own chest for the bullet, which constricted and convulsed around her invading fingers. The left her writhing and biting into her lip ring. Ash felt no reason to not keep digging though, either she died within her chest or she died pulling it out.
Finding it was the hardest part, at least the biggest part of what was left of the huge bullet. She slid it out with the most care she could manage with blood covered fingers. Only at the end did she almost lose it to the tensed muscles in her chest, managing to keep it from retreating with her nails. Free of her chest, she flung the twisted metallic cylinder into the streets beyond the mouth of the alley before coughing violently and leaving ink blue droplets on her fist.
Her good arm fell to her lap as she breathed a bit easier without a bullet disrupting her heart. She willed the spare Omnilium to work that part of her body if it actually did anything she couldn’t tell.
The sword remained.
As she stared at it, her vision blurred and then returned to normal. She shouldn’t be surprised, the twisted blade created almost a waterfall of her blood to spill from the upper abdomen down her back and belly, soak through her skirt’s waistband, and then form a puddle in the cracks of the cobblestone that was firmly pressed into her crotch as she sat with her legs spread apart for balance and stability.
She took a few more heavy breaths before grabbing the hilt of the blade and with all the strength she had for this kind of effort, she pushed. Every inch of the longsword was felt in her weakened state, but Ash hissed. With no one to tease, it was hard to get all worked up over pain.
It clattered to the ground, blood still staining the sides which had runes that spoke something important. Her fingers were stained with the ink that was her blood as she inspected them. She was shaking…
The Storm Demon decided that resting in the alley, no matter where in the Omniverse you were, was probably a bad idea and picked herself up on weak legs. Her blood deprived muscles shook under even her light weight so that she didn’t feel comfortable without a wall to hold… Good thing she had two. She heard the sword rattling against the cobblestones as she picked it up, then dragging it like a doll behind her she followed the wall. The handcuff bracelet remained on her left hand, blood has already poured down the creases of her arm and she left a blue handprint on the wall she used for support. Two, three... When she reached the mouth of the alley she was already out of breath but leaned poorly on the wall as she tried to take in her surroundings.
She had guessed they had just punched her into the next Tier of Coruscant, but this looked nothing like T6... It looked far more demonic and put together than anything a bunch of thugs and low-lives could piece together.
Her eyes dropped, strained to see beyond her tired view... She tried to steady herself, and before she knew it her eyes were closed and the whole world was spinning. Either the floor under her feet shifted, or she moved side to side on her own, but the loss of blood was gradually getting to her. She tried to say something, even she didn’t know what it was though. It came out as a grunting squeak, and then her mind went dark.
Ash falls into the streets of Dis, the sword clattering beside her but remained in her reach. The Storm Demon remains motionless, not even a flicker from her tail…
At gravity’s mercy and the laws of wind, she rolled limply in the sky. It was hard to tell if she was even conscious, she couldn't’ rightfully tell you. Over and over, and over, her body spun lifelessly at terrifying speeds towards the City of Dis. With what little luck her life-force could call upon, she headed straight down a neatly lined alley between two black iron buildings whose gargoyle could be alive or merely stone and whose spires just begged for her blood. Her souvenir, the Ultramarine’s sword that still impaled her, clipped the edge of one of these two buildings and a screech of metal on stone was heard while a burst of sparks flung in her wake.
This projected her to the next building where she managed to half roll until the handle of the blade caught a stray nick in the wall. The sound was muffled by her still warm body, but the blade reverberated like a tuning fork and sent pleasurable pain through her pierced guts. If she was not awake before, she was now as she moaned out. A second later she was knocked against the other wall in her continuous descent.
As she fell into the opposite wall again, she could feel her skin ripping at her legs and sides, her head slamming into the wall just the same, bruises being left on her body, and blood left on the walls as gravity roughed her up mercilessly while she slowed her down. Until at last, she had nothing left to crash into but what was at the bottom of this neatly lined-up alley. All who could hear it would hear the body crash into a cluster of metallic barrel-shaped cans.
The Storm Demon screamed out in gut-wrenching pain, landing face down on these and shoving the blade back inside of her once more. A slick sound of fresh blood splattering against cobblestones was heard next as she gasped with a mixture of pain and desperation. Ash moved her hand to pick herself up off the sword, only to the cotton arm-warmer to do nothing to save her hand from slipping out from under her and the whole demoness falling off the pile and onto her side in the compact alley.
Eyes wide open, but looking just as blind, as well as her mouth. Her chest heaved and her stomach clenched around the razor-sharp metal that stuck out from her back as she struggled to breathe. Her lungs expanded just fine, but every beat her heart made sent signals that even alarmed her. She imagined one of those machines in a hospital, a heart monitor, its blank black screen being interrupted by a bright green line to show you the shape of your heartbeat. She imagined the line’s sharp spikes looking vastly different to what they are supposed to be due to the bullet in her heart.
She couldn’t decide what she should take care of first as she choked on her own blood.
Ash thought about what she’d seen through the weakening blinding white walls that held her captive, more importantly, what a weakening isoverse had almost meant. She must have been so close to victory that the contraption was ready to even name her the winner. Or perhaps it saw her desperation as the final nail in her coffin and was giving her one more look at the man she had been aiming for this whole time. What little it mattered as she had plenty of videos stored in her Comm for anything she needed a visual for. Other than to mock her, which she didn’t think inanimate objects could do reasonably or well.
By this time she’s gotten off her good arm and was sitting up as straight as she could with a massive blade piercing her fragile body. It reached up to her chest, and her fingers slid into the bloody hole in her chest. Cobalt blue liquid spilled out freely as she dug around her own chest for the bullet, which constricted and convulsed around her invading fingers. The left her writhing and biting into her lip ring. Ash felt no reason to not keep digging though, either she died within her chest or she died pulling it out.
Finding it was the hardest part, at least the biggest part of what was left of the huge bullet. She slid it out with the most care she could manage with blood covered fingers. Only at the end did she almost lose it to the tensed muscles in her chest, managing to keep it from retreating with her nails. Free of her chest, she flung the twisted metallic cylinder into the streets beyond the mouth of the alley before coughing violently and leaving ink blue droplets on her fist.
Her good arm fell to her lap as she breathed a bit easier without a bullet disrupting her heart. She willed the spare Omnilium to work that part of her body if it actually did anything she couldn’t tell.
The sword remained.
As she stared at it, her vision blurred and then returned to normal. She shouldn’t be surprised, the twisted blade created almost a waterfall of her blood to spill from the upper abdomen down her back and belly, soak through her skirt’s waistband, and then form a puddle in the cracks of the cobblestone that was firmly pressed into her crotch as she sat with her legs spread apart for balance and stability.
She took a few more heavy breaths before grabbing the hilt of the blade and with all the strength she had for this kind of effort, she pushed. Every inch of the longsword was felt in her weakened state, but Ash hissed. With no one to tease, it was hard to get all worked up over pain.
It clattered to the ground, blood still staining the sides which had runes that spoke something important. Her fingers were stained with the ink that was her blood as she inspected them. She was shaking…
The Storm Demon decided that resting in the alley, no matter where in the Omniverse you were, was probably a bad idea and picked herself up on weak legs. Her blood deprived muscles shook under even her light weight so that she didn’t feel comfortable without a wall to hold… Good thing she had two. She heard the sword rattling against the cobblestones as she picked it up, then dragging it like a doll behind her she followed the wall. The handcuff bracelet remained on her left hand, blood has already poured down the creases of her arm and she left a blue handprint on the wall she used for support. Two, three... When she reached the mouth of the alley she was already out of breath but leaned poorly on the wall as she tried to take in her surroundings.
She had guessed they had just punched her into the next Tier of Coruscant, but this looked nothing like T6... It looked far more demonic and put together than anything a bunch of thugs and low-lives could piece together.
Her eyes dropped, strained to see beyond her tired view... She tried to steady herself, and before she knew it her eyes were closed and the whole world was spinning. Either the floor under her feet shifted, or she moved side to side on her own, but the loss of blood was gradually getting to her. She tried to say something, even she didn’t know what it was though. It came out as a grunting squeak, and then her mind went dark.
Ash falls into the streets of Dis, the sword clattering beside her but remained in her reach. The Storm Demon remains motionless, not even a flicker from her tail…
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