06-04-2018, 10:43 PM
Yet even in the moment of her exultation, a darkness obscured Violet’s surroundings. A sense of dread stole over her as strange black lines traced about her, resolving themselves into a shape that she would likely remember for years. She couldn’t be banished from here, that didn’t make any sense? Her panicked gaze managed to find Nathaniel amidst the deepening gloom, but his face was equally alarmed. If even he didn’t know what this was…
Her thought was uncompleted, as the floor fell out from under her, and she plunged back into the unknown. She fell through the floor, into a darkness even deeper than Ramses’s audience chamber. She plunged through shadow spinning helplessly away from a screaming Nathaniel, tumbling end over end into the depths. Her fall ended with excruciating finality as she slammed into a bed of jagged spikes. Violet screamed, pain coursing through her body as gravity pulled her farther down. Though barely able to move, the assassin’s senses managed to note another presence in the room.
“Are your free yet, Uzumaki?” Diablo taunted, as Violet’s arms grasped at sharpened steel, desperately trying to stop her agonizing descent. She turned her head in the voice’s direction, heedless of the blood that slipped from her fingers as she held the blades firmly, mercifully managing not to slide further. The lord of terror was still hidden in the shadows, though she had little doubt as to who spoke.
“Know that for all of his preening, the whelp is no freer than you are now, and he cannot give what he does not possess. In this realm, there is only one path to freedom.” Diablo strode from the darkness to tower over Violet, a flaming mantle trailing down his back, “Now tell me, what possessed Nathaniel to bring one so fiery to so fragile a discussion with Ramses. Your actions in that room were unprovoked aggression.”
“Why do you care?” Violet spat. The blood was making her grip loosen, and she was starting to feel light-headed. She wasn’t even sure how many places she had been skewered. It sure as hell felt like a lot. She fought through the fading consciousness to respond.
“Ramses was out to supplant you... He wanted to… overthrow you.” Diablo’s response was a deep and crackling laugh, though it struck violet as entirely mirthless.
“Did he now. And so, you naturally stepped in to defend my honor.” A massive talon reached out and slammed down onto Violet’s torso, crushing her into the ground and sending searing pain throughout her body. Her vision was now blurs of red and white, and she could only hope the sound of blood pumping was just in her ears.
“A proper tool acts ONLY when the master gives a command. You will understand this in time, or you will continue to suffer.” His point seemingly made, Diablo returned to his throne, and the spikes blew away into acrid sulphur. Violet focused her breathing as well as she could in a brief few seconds and then sat up. The Lord of Terror was watching her one claw holding a goblet of course fashioned from a human skull. He was waiting to see how she would react, Violet guessed. There was nothing for it, she would have to risk asking a question.
“So why am I here.” she ventured, not looking Diablo in the face if she could help it, “not to tell me off for killing a rival, surely.” Diablo’s nostril’s flared, warping the air in front of him with their heat, and Violet mentally prepared for more retaliation. Strangely nothing came.
“Because now your rage shall serve MY ends.” Diablo proclaimed, and then the pain arrived, as a sigil etched itself into Violet’s chest burning her skin as it carved out Diablo’s seal.
“You are being returned to the surface, but you will do so to further my own goals.” There it was, a promise close to freedom. Yet almost surprising herself, Violet heard her own voice ring out in defiance.
“Fuck you! I’m tired of being used for all of your games! I’m no pawn, just leave me alone!” This time Diablo’s ire was swift, a sudden weight flattened Violet to the ground, her failing body no longer able to hold itself up against the immense pressure She watched a massive stone fall, crushing her left arm, and seconds later the pain scorched through her brain like wildfire. Diablo reached down and lifted her limp body into the air, tearing the crushed arm free at the shoulder.
“Think wisely about what you do next. This can be pleasure for both of us, or endless misery for one. You will find I am a conscientious master. I know what you want, and I can tell you how to get it. My agents have already seen to it that Victor Wolfe has agreed to take part Karl Jak’s little games once again. There is a spot waiting for you when your return.” Violet stared down the face of fear, and said nothing. “Know that when the time comes, you WILL do as you are bid.” Violet’s vision failed, and as she slipped into merciful oblivion only a few words remained. “This design is far larger than you, little firebrand, and I WILL NOT be opposed.”
Her thought was uncompleted, as the floor fell out from under her, and she plunged back into the unknown. She fell through the floor, into a darkness even deeper than Ramses’s audience chamber. She plunged through shadow spinning helplessly away from a screaming Nathaniel, tumbling end over end into the depths. Her fall ended with excruciating finality as she slammed into a bed of jagged spikes. Violet screamed, pain coursing through her body as gravity pulled her farther down. Though barely able to move, the assassin’s senses managed to note another presence in the room.
“Are your free yet, Uzumaki?” Diablo taunted, as Violet’s arms grasped at sharpened steel, desperately trying to stop her agonizing descent. She turned her head in the voice’s direction, heedless of the blood that slipped from her fingers as she held the blades firmly, mercifully managing not to slide further. The lord of terror was still hidden in the shadows, though she had little doubt as to who spoke.
“Know that for all of his preening, the whelp is no freer than you are now, and he cannot give what he does not possess. In this realm, there is only one path to freedom.” Diablo strode from the darkness to tower over Violet, a flaming mantle trailing down his back, “Now tell me, what possessed Nathaniel to bring one so fiery to so fragile a discussion with Ramses. Your actions in that room were unprovoked aggression.”
“Why do you care?” Violet spat. The blood was making her grip loosen, and she was starting to feel light-headed. She wasn’t even sure how many places she had been skewered. It sure as hell felt like a lot. She fought through the fading consciousness to respond.
“Ramses was out to supplant you... He wanted to… overthrow you.” Diablo’s response was a deep and crackling laugh, though it struck violet as entirely mirthless.
“Did he now. And so, you naturally stepped in to defend my honor.” A massive talon reached out and slammed down onto Violet’s torso, crushing her into the ground and sending searing pain throughout her body. Her vision was now blurs of red and white, and she could only hope the sound of blood pumping was just in her ears.
“A proper tool acts ONLY when the master gives a command. You will understand this in time, or you will continue to suffer.” His point seemingly made, Diablo returned to his throne, and the spikes blew away into acrid sulphur. Violet focused her breathing as well as she could in a brief few seconds and then sat up. The Lord of Terror was watching her one claw holding a goblet of course fashioned from a human skull. He was waiting to see how she would react, Violet guessed. There was nothing for it, she would have to risk asking a question.
“So why am I here.” she ventured, not looking Diablo in the face if she could help it, “not to tell me off for killing a rival, surely.” Diablo’s nostril’s flared, warping the air in front of him with their heat, and Violet mentally prepared for more retaliation. Strangely nothing came.
“Because now your rage shall serve MY ends.” Diablo proclaimed, and then the pain arrived, as a sigil etched itself into Violet’s chest burning her skin as it carved out Diablo’s seal.
“You are being returned to the surface, but you will do so to further my own goals.” There it was, a promise close to freedom. Yet almost surprising herself, Violet heard her own voice ring out in defiance.
“Fuck you! I’m tired of being used for all of your games! I’m no pawn, just leave me alone!” This time Diablo’s ire was swift, a sudden weight flattened Violet to the ground, her failing body no longer able to hold itself up against the immense pressure She watched a massive stone fall, crushing her left arm, and seconds later the pain scorched through her brain like wildfire. Diablo reached down and lifted her limp body into the air, tearing the crushed arm free at the shoulder.
“Think wisely about what you do next. This can be pleasure for both of us, or endless misery for one. You will find I am a conscientious master. I know what you want, and I can tell you how to get it. My agents have already seen to it that Victor Wolfe has agreed to take part Karl Jak’s little games once again. There is a spot waiting for you when your return.” Violet stared down the face of fear, and said nothing. “Know that when the time comes, you WILL do as you are bid.” Violet’s vision failed, and as she slipped into merciful oblivion only a few words remained. “This design is far larger than you, little firebrand, and I WILL NOT be opposed.”
Quote:Violet receives +1 Brand of Diablo.
Violet is expelled to the void, please read the void information thread to understand what that entails.