05-09-2018, 03:41 PM
Through the dying rain and the rising fog, Ash could see a shadow looming in the distance. It's climbing towers and pointed roofs reminded her a lot of the Underverse's buildings. As if the City of Dis' burning skies had gone dark with rainclouds and the stone of the buildings didn't burn your back if you leaned on them for too long. The dying storm still brightened the sky momentarily, not very well nor very frequently, but she was able to see the rough texture of the castle behind the gothic-style iron gates.
"Another Belle at the ball." She said to herself.
Her riding guest was still there but had gone silent again. The driver was still driving, the horse still pulling. The creature before her had explained that their master was looking for a date for his fancy party and she would have to do since she was probably correct in stating she was the only woman in the surrounding 20 acres of land. It didn't seem all that pleased when she suggested looking for another if it wanted, or even substituting itself in her stead. Something about how a Dijinni wouldn't dare be its 'master's' date for the prom. She gave up making up excuses, apparently, her prince of Coruscant and her Ultramarine boytoy would have to wait. It was as if being fused with him for so long had given her Desman's bad luck in things. She should use more entropy magic on herself.
The gates pried open with a thousand years worth of rust grinding on itself to make the harshest sound she's heard for a while.
-
Her host, the shapeless creature with its bright white mask and soulless black eye holes that gave her no insight into what it was, got out before she did. The enormous bulk that was the mystery being who spoke with all the voices of the wind effortlessly pulled through the small door, looking like a squid that effortlessly pushed itself through a hole in a sunken ship. When it was her turn she climbed to her feet and was ready to exit just as smoothy, when a gloved hand appeared at the corner, palm up in an offering of help. Ash stopped to look up at the high collar and tall hat driver.
There was a weirdness when Ash wasn't met with instant hate or disdain, kindness and common courtesy made the bruised colored demoness pause. Flesh and blood humans who constantly show her kindness dedicated to only the most proper of ladies tended to turn her off. This wasn't the case, probably because as her feet landed on the ground and the driver pulled off his hat to bow respectfully also revealed to her that he had no head. She was rusty on her mythology, but she was sure he was considered a dullhah. She was less inclined to be annoyed.
The creature parted from her and put the hat back on while she was guided around the servant's entrance and to the main side door. As they stepped through hallway after hallway Ash noticed that the only lights came from candles in fixtures mounted on the stone walls in hard iron. All which were trapped behind a cage of spider webs. Webs which cling to everything in thick layers, so thick it's hard to see corners and ceilings, and even the candles at the time.
As they move further down the halls and into the grand entrance, she started to hear a growing music twinge off the walls of a seemingly empty castle. "Who is your master?" Ash finally asked.
"mY mAsteR Is a Man oF ImPorTANce, bUT i Do nOT BelieVE suCH riFT RAftian lIKe yoURseLF wouLd uNDerstAND." The voices seemed to echo off the walls, she could even see the spider webbings move like the whole house breathed with each pause the creature used to gather its thoughts.
Ash looked back at the way they'd come in, the lights still dancing on the walls barely. "Try me." She mumbled to herself before looking ahead once again.
"WE servE A maN Of GreAT wonDEr. hE 'As venTUreD Far inTO THe LikES oF CamELOT anD REtrievED in IT's manY cAvErns HiDDeN aWAy treASureS." The nameless, faceless, formless creature's voices fluctuated differently with every passing syllable. So many voices but only one thought. It was as if millions of humans came together and have been reciting for decades.
"I can't imagine Camelot being excited about their treasures being pilfered." Ash managed just before she was thrown into a mass of webbing which didn't cushion her slamming into the sharp stones at all.
"SILENCE THOU FOUL TONGUE WINCH!" They all managed one tone, one voice, one phrase. "oUr mAsTER is A POweRFul magicIAN, not SOme CommOn thiEF!!"
Ash was used to rough treatment and only smiled as she had gotten a rile out of the calm creature. "My bad." She taunted.
"We WiLL gO GEt hiM." It said, before turning around and leaving rather quickly for someone that took up half of the admittedly large hallways. Leaving Ash to deal with her boredom alone.
The morality mirrored humanoid brushed off layers of webbing and combed through her hair half a dozen of times before drifting off into the unknown once more. She could still hear the music, it sounded like a piano. She doubted she could come to a creepy castle, hear a haunting piano and opt not to go exploring. She stepped over decaying cotton carpet, deciding to step over the mysterious spots of black on the otherwise brilliantly red floor that lead her past the foyer she would normally be greeted by the mansion's master. There was a large round table in the center, a large brass vase sat in the middle. Dead or dying flora limply lay against the edges. The table itself was centered with the brass candle chandelier that was half lit by fresh wax shafts. The crystals that were supposed to be hanging from the lighting fixture dotted the entire foyer.
She couldn't help her curiosity as she walked around it and picked up some picture frames. Surprisingly modern frames. The glass was so cracked in most of them that the family members or whatever loved ones that were depicted in them were unseeable. Not that she cared to wonder what the people in the frames meant to the master... She picked up two of the crystals for something to tinker with as she headed towards the west wing.
The music got louder for her, to help guide her closer and closer.
Through a set of double doors, which were wide open, she found a library. A modest one compared to the size of the house. One side of the room, from ceiling to floor shelves were packed full of books. Inspecting them a bit closer she recognized a few from pop-culture references. Several of them authored but H.P. Lovecraft himself. Several were in different languages, many she could only barely recognize as Arabic or Russian. Then she spotted a peculiar one that she knew. While larger and in older condition, she could recognize the historical telling of Osa Rizuki's life.
Ash is drawn closer to it out of dangerous curiosity more than anything. Why would the Omniverse have a book on him, of all things? And so randomly tucked away in an all but abandoned fortress? She reached out for it, her fingers barely touching it and feeling a mysterious heat warm her fingertips when she felt a hand smack against hers swiftly. She pulled it back out of reaction and glared up at who ever dared!
She looked right into the eyes sockets of the creature with the masked face. She could not see any expression, especially on its porcelain' face. However, she could feel its contempt. "no tOUchiNG thIngs thAT ArE NoT yOuRS." It was in its pause that she realized the music has stopped. "iF You ARE dONe pRoViNg uS RigHT aBOUt yOu beING a WasTE Of TiMe foR OUR MaSTer..." They then motioned to the other doorway in the room. She could just see the edge of a grand piano, black and polished to perfection.
"Another Belle at the ball." She said to herself.
Her riding guest was still there but had gone silent again. The driver was still driving, the horse still pulling. The creature before her had explained that their master was looking for a date for his fancy party and she would have to do since she was probably correct in stating she was the only woman in the surrounding 20 acres of land. It didn't seem all that pleased when she suggested looking for another if it wanted, or even substituting itself in her stead. Something about how a Dijinni wouldn't dare be its 'master's' date for the prom. She gave up making up excuses, apparently, her prince of Coruscant and her Ultramarine boytoy would have to wait. It was as if being fused with him for so long had given her Desman's bad luck in things. She should use more entropy magic on herself.
The gates pried open with a thousand years worth of rust grinding on itself to make the harshest sound she's heard for a while.
-
Her host, the shapeless creature with its bright white mask and soulless black eye holes that gave her no insight into what it was, got out before she did. The enormous bulk that was the mystery being who spoke with all the voices of the wind effortlessly pulled through the small door, looking like a squid that effortlessly pushed itself through a hole in a sunken ship. When it was her turn she climbed to her feet and was ready to exit just as smoothy, when a gloved hand appeared at the corner, palm up in an offering of help. Ash stopped to look up at the high collar and tall hat driver.
There was a weirdness when Ash wasn't met with instant hate or disdain, kindness and common courtesy made the bruised colored demoness pause. Flesh and blood humans who constantly show her kindness dedicated to only the most proper of ladies tended to turn her off. This wasn't the case, probably because as her feet landed on the ground and the driver pulled off his hat to bow respectfully also revealed to her that he had no head. She was rusty on her mythology, but she was sure he was considered a dullhah. She was less inclined to be annoyed.
The creature parted from her and put the hat back on while she was guided around the servant's entrance and to the main side door. As they stepped through hallway after hallway Ash noticed that the only lights came from candles in fixtures mounted on the stone walls in hard iron. All which were trapped behind a cage of spider webs. Webs which cling to everything in thick layers, so thick it's hard to see corners and ceilings, and even the candles at the time.
As they move further down the halls and into the grand entrance, she started to hear a growing music twinge off the walls of a seemingly empty castle. "Who is your master?" Ash finally asked.
"mY mAsteR Is a Man oF ImPorTANce, bUT i Do nOT BelieVE suCH riFT RAftian lIKe yoURseLF wouLd uNDerstAND." The voices seemed to echo off the walls, she could even see the spider webbings move like the whole house breathed with each pause the creature used to gather its thoughts.
Ash looked back at the way they'd come in, the lights still dancing on the walls barely. "Try me." She mumbled to herself before looking ahead once again.
"WE servE A maN Of GreAT wonDEr. hE 'As venTUreD Far inTO THe LikES oF CamELOT anD REtrievED in IT's manY cAvErns HiDDeN aWAy treASureS." The nameless, faceless, formless creature's voices fluctuated differently with every passing syllable. So many voices but only one thought. It was as if millions of humans came together and have been reciting for decades.
"I can't imagine Camelot being excited about their treasures being pilfered." Ash managed just before she was thrown into a mass of webbing which didn't cushion her slamming into the sharp stones at all.
"SILENCE THOU FOUL TONGUE WINCH!" They all managed one tone, one voice, one phrase. "oUr mAsTER is A POweRFul magicIAN, not SOme CommOn thiEF!!"
Ash was used to rough treatment and only smiled as she had gotten a rile out of the calm creature. "My bad." She taunted.
"We WiLL gO GEt hiM." It said, before turning around and leaving rather quickly for someone that took up half of the admittedly large hallways. Leaving Ash to deal with her boredom alone.
The morality mirrored humanoid brushed off layers of webbing and combed through her hair half a dozen of times before drifting off into the unknown once more. She could still hear the music, it sounded like a piano. She doubted she could come to a creepy castle, hear a haunting piano and opt not to go exploring. She stepped over decaying cotton carpet, deciding to step over the mysterious spots of black on the otherwise brilliantly red floor that lead her past the foyer she would normally be greeted by the mansion's master. There was a large round table in the center, a large brass vase sat in the middle. Dead or dying flora limply lay against the edges. The table itself was centered with the brass candle chandelier that was half lit by fresh wax shafts. The crystals that were supposed to be hanging from the lighting fixture dotted the entire foyer.
She couldn't help her curiosity as she walked around it and picked up some picture frames. Surprisingly modern frames. The glass was so cracked in most of them that the family members or whatever loved ones that were depicted in them were unseeable. Not that she cared to wonder what the people in the frames meant to the master... She picked up two of the crystals for something to tinker with as she headed towards the west wing.
The music got louder for her, to help guide her closer and closer.
Through a set of double doors, which were wide open, she found a library. A modest one compared to the size of the house. One side of the room, from ceiling to floor shelves were packed full of books. Inspecting them a bit closer she recognized a few from pop-culture references. Several of them authored but H.P. Lovecraft himself. Several were in different languages, many she could only barely recognize as Arabic or Russian. Then she spotted a peculiar one that she knew. While larger and in older condition, she could recognize the historical telling of Osa Rizuki's life.
Ash is drawn closer to it out of dangerous curiosity more than anything. Why would the Omniverse have a book on him, of all things? And so randomly tucked away in an all but abandoned fortress? She reached out for it, her fingers barely touching it and feeling a mysterious heat warm her fingertips when she felt a hand smack against hers swiftly. She pulled it back out of reaction and glared up at who ever dared!
She looked right into the eyes sockets of the creature with the masked face. She could not see any expression, especially on its porcelain' face. However, she could feel its contempt. "no tOUchiNG thIngs thAT ArE NoT yOuRS." It was in its pause that she realized the music has stopped. "iF You ARE dONe pRoViNg uS RigHT aBOUt yOu beING a WasTE Of TiMe foR OUR MaSTer..." They then motioned to the other doorway in the room. She could just see the edge of a grand piano, black and polished to perfection.
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Warning: Anything that involves Ash should be rated M. Possibly higher.
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