11-02-2015, 03:17 AM
The dry, scorching wind of the Underverse whipped at Trixie’s body as she plummeted feet first into the sand dune beneath the old cistern she had leapt from. The mountain of sand swallowed her whole, concealing her entrance as she submerged into the mountain of golden brown granulates. The mistress held her position beneath the surface, holding her breath to avoid detection. Weaving her arms through the sand that surrounded her she touched her pointer fingers together and summoned up a small amount of Omnilium. Visualizing a small narrow breathing pipe, she pulled her fingers apart and carefully formed a hollow bronze tube about two feet long. Bending one finger upward she created the mouthpiece; slowly pushing the top part out Trixie placed her lips to the tube and exhaled. It took every ounce of strength she had not to exhale all at once. Ensuring the top was clear of the dune she inhaled and replenished her oxygen supply. With her eyes still closed he listened to the silence around her, waiting until she felt it was safe to move. The creak of a metal grate closing was her signal. Beatrix clawed her way to the surface; a hand burst forth from the ground beneath the cistern drain built into the arena where she had escaped.
Pulling herself up and out of her body sized hole the white haired Sith shook the sand from her hair. Coughing and sputtering she fought to regain her breath and vision, wiping the dirt and sand from her pale white eyes. The purple sky was laced with blood red clouds that created a plethora of designs that could wonder one’s mind for hours, but Trixie didn’t have time to appreciate the stupid sky. She had to get to Sia’s contact. Belial was going to have people looking for her and now that Yennefer was dead it was highly likely that Jorgan was going to be responsible for bringing her corpse back to the palace. Slipping the little white artefact into her bra Beatrix began trudging through the sandy dunes westward into the heart of the desert.
It had been two days since Sia had split and Trixie had fled into the heart of whatever desert she resided in now. She had no provisions except for the stamina her body had been imbued with naturally by being a prime. Her skin was dry and red with sun burn, she was severely dehydrated, and her need for food was great. The only thing keeping her going was the eventual restorative nature of the Omnilium coursing through the very essence of her body. Trixie was dying of thirst and no matter what she did could feel utter exhaustion walking right behind her, step after step. It was pitch black out. The white haired mistress had wandered into a sandstorm and whatever passed as night time in the Underverse was currently going on. The force sensitive had conjured up a pair of black goggles to keep the sand from her eyes, but it didn’t help much when the wind gusted up to 150 miles an hour. The only thing keeping her on the ground was the fact that she was buried in sand up to her thighs, using all of her strength to wade through it like the shallow end of a swimming pool.
“I swear! I swear I’m going to kill Sia when I see her next.”
Without warning the voice from that pink eyed woman tore through Trixie’s mind. A blinding pink flash pierced through her mind's eye as the Sith Lord instinctively reeled back to avoid a punch from an unknown attacker. It wasn’t enough though; a knee followed up the strike which firmly planted itself against Trixie’s abdomen. What water her body could spare for spittle was released from her mouth as the impact of the blow compacted her abs against her internal organs. The mistress was blown backward and out from the sand she was standing in. Time seemed to slow down as she floated through the air, but it was short lived. An elbow struck her chest almost immediately, fracturing her sternum. Beatrix’s movement was abruptly halted and changed as she slammed into the ground onto her back. The only thing she could do was cough up blood from the ruptured vessels the brief assault had rendered upon her body.
A brunette woman dropped down next to her downed prey and smiled.
“Some fighter you are, 11256. The rumors in the pits are false. You can’t fight for shit.” Scylla grinned at herself. She was proud that she had beaten down the woman everyone was talking about in three hits.
What she didn’t expect was for her to get up. Recoiling both of her legs, Trixie punted Scylla off her feet and used the backward momentum to get into a handstand. Continuing the motion as fluidly as she could the white haired mistress landed on her feet and stood up. With blood running down her chin, Trixie clenched her jaw shut. She met eyes with her attacker and the urge to rip her limb from limb coursed through her body. Scylla laughed as she wiped her clothing free of sand.
“So you do have some fight left in you, 11256. I’ll tell you what. Just for landing one hit I’ll tell you my name. I am called Scylla and I can guarantee that is the last time you’ll touch me.” With a sinister grin the brunette woman vanished into the midst of the raging storm around them.
The pink flash of energy pierced Trixie’s mind yet again, but she had no time to react. A fist firmly planted itself across the mistress’ face, jerking her head to the right. Before her neck muscles had time to react another fist blindsided the Nightsister and tore her head to the left. Burning pain filled Beatrix’s neck as her muscles were strained and torn beyond their limit. Taking a handful of white hair Scylla pulled her mark into a rising knee that shattered the nose of her target and sprayed the sand with blood.
Trixie stumbled backward and through it all tried to regain the upper hand. Redirecting a punch from Scylla only left her with a broken wrist. Hitting the brunette with her elbow she managed to get the arch demon to back off for a second, but it didn’t matter. Scylla had already taken hold of the arm Trixie had used and pulled her in. With one swift strike she snapped the elbow loose from the humerus and with a swift tug removed the shoulder blade from its proper socket. The white haired slave let loose a blood curdling cry of agony; that was short lived by a punch to the stomach that made fresh blood fill the Nighsisters’ mouth as she vomited it up from her stomach.
“You are nothing!” Scylla shouted as she kicked Beatrix in the head sending her back into the sand.
Disappearing again she landed on the mistress’ left thigh, shattering the bone. Crouching over her mark, the arch demon sent a heavy punch to Trixie’s ribs, crunching the bone into pieces. One of her lungs collapsed which made the injured Sith gasps through air through blood filled wheezing.
Taking the sword from Trixie’s sheath on her thigh the arch demon known as Scylla ran it through her victims’ stomach and into the sand beneath her. Retracting the blood covered blade she plunged it in again into a different spot.
“Any last words before I end your life permanently?” She asked.
Through blood and sand covering her goggles Trixie could do nothing but choke on her own fluids and slowly die from her injuries.
“You truly are a shame, 11256.”
Taking the blade Scylla placed the blood covered tip at the mistress’ throat. Just as she was about to push the blade through the flesh an energy blast ripped into her side and knocked her back, vaporizing the sword and blowing the two women apart from each other.
Sia Morelli caught Trixie in her arms and immediately erupted into a brilliant crimson aura. The sandstorm abruptly stopped as dark red lightning rushed forth from the enraged demon lieutenant.
“Who the fuck are you?” Scylla questioned; she didn’t like her fights being interrupted.
Sia’s eyes were now glowing red and even though her power fell short of Scylla’s she had no doubt she could give the woman a run for her money. Trixie coughed blood onto the blond woman’s clothing and gasped for air. Sia looked down at her injured acquaintance and frowned. Her enhanced vision revealed everything that Scylla had done to the woman. The white-haired slave numbered 11256 was dying in her arms and there was nothing she could do.
“You’ve had your fun Scylla. Her death is mere moments away. Leave! Before I report this to Jorgan and Belial and you have him to deal with for slaughtering his new prize fighter outside of a sanctioned match. I’m sure they’d love to make some money off of you.” Sia yelled to the brunette arch demon.
As the last breath left Trixie’s body she could feel her thoughts dissipate into nothingness. Her body slowly disintegrated into ambient Omnilium and she was gone. Just before the vaporization process reached the mistress’ face Sia touched a finger to her cheek. She could only hope to track her partner when her body rematerialized. Wherever that may be in the next few days.
“Hmph,” Scylla grunted, crossing her arms. “Useless.”
Within seconds the brunette arch demon vanished into thin air. Trixie had been killed at the hands of a random assailant from the fighting pits and now Sia had to locate her once again. Tyrael needed this womans help, but for what she did not know. The only thing the blonde woman knew was that now she would need to search for the incarcerated prime’s reincarnated body when the time came.
Pulling herself up and out of her body sized hole the white haired Sith shook the sand from her hair. Coughing and sputtering she fought to regain her breath and vision, wiping the dirt and sand from her pale white eyes. The purple sky was laced with blood red clouds that created a plethora of designs that could wonder one’s mind for hours, but Trixie didn’t have time to appreciate the stupid sky. She had to get to Sia’s contact. Belial was going to have people looking for her and now that Yennefer was dead it was highly likely that Jorgan was going to be responsible for bringing her corpse back to the palace. Slipping the little white artefact into her bra Beatrix began trudging through the sandy dunes westward into the heart of the desert.
***
It had been two days since Sia had split and Trixie had fled into the heart of whatever desert she resided in now. She had no provisions except for the stamina her body had been imbued with naturally by being a prime. Her skin was dry and red with sun burn, she was severely dehydrated, and her need for food was great. The only thing keeping her going was the eventual restorative nature of the Omnilium coursing through the very essence of her body. Trixie was dying of thirst and no matter what she did could feel utter exhaustion walking right behind her, step after step. It was pitch black out. The white haired mistress had wandered into a sandstorm and whatever passed as night time in the Underverse was currently going on. The force sensitive had conjured up a pair of black goggles to keep the sand from her eyes, but it didn’t help much when the wind gusted up to 150 miles an hour. The only thing keeping her on the ground was the fact that she was buried in sand up to her thighs, using all of her strength to wade through it like the shallow end of a swimming pool.
“I swear! I swear I’m going to kill Sia when I see her next.”
Without warning the voice from that pink eyed woman tore through Trixie’s mind. A blinding pink flash pierced through her mind's eye as the Sith Lord instinctively reeled back to avoid a punch from an unknown attacker. It wasn’t enough though; a knee followed up the strike which firmly planted itself against Trixie’s abdomen. What water her body could spare for spittle was released from her mouth as the impact of the blow compacted her abs against her internal organs. The mistress was blown backward and out from the sand she was standing in. Time seemed to slow down as she floated through the air, but it was short lived. An elbow struck her chest almost immediately, fracturing her sternum. Beatrix’s movement was abruptly halted and changed as she slammed into the ground onto her back. The only thing she could do was cough up blood from the ruptured vessels the brief assault had rendered upon her body.
A brunette woman dropped down next to her downed prey and smiled.
“Some fighter you are, 11256. The rumors in the pits are false. You can’t fight for shit.” Scylla grinned at herself. She was proud that she had beaten down the woman everyone was talking about in three hits.
What she didn’t expect was for her to get up. Recoiling both of her legs, Trixie punted Scylla off her feet and used the backward momentum to get into a handstand. Continuing the motion as fluidly as she could the white haired mistress landed on her feet and stood up. With blood running down her chin, Trixie clenched her jaw shut. She met eyes with her attacker and the urge to rip her limb from limb coursed through her body. Scylla laughed as she wiped her clothing free of sand.
“So you do have some fight left in you, 11256. I’ll tell you what. Just for landing one hit I’ll tell you my name. I am called Scylla and I can guarantee that is the last time you’ll touch me.” With a sinister grin the brunette woman vanished into the midst of the raging storm around them.
The pink flash of energy pierced Trixie’s mind yet again, but she had no time to react. A fist firmly planted itself across the mistress’ face, jerking her head to the right. Before her neck muscles had time to react another fist blindsided the Nightsister and tore her head to the left. Burning pain filled Beatrix’s neck as her muscles were strained and torn beyond their limit. Taking a handful of white hair Scylla pulled her mark into a rising knee that shattered the nose of her target and sprayed the sand with blood.
Trixie stumbled backward and through it all tried to regain the upper hand. Redirecting a punch from Scylla only left her with a broken wrist. Hitting the brunette with her elbow she managed to get the arch demon to back off for a second, but it didn’t matter. Scylla had already taken hold of the arm Trixie had used and pulled her in. With one swift strike she snapped the elbow loose from the humerus and with a swift tug removed the shoulder blade from its proper socket. The white haired slave let loose a blood curdling cry of agony; that was short lived by a punch to the stomach that made fresh blood fill the Nighsisters’ mouth as she vomited it up from her stomach.
“You are nothing!” Scylla shouted as she kicked Beatrix in the head sending her back into the sand.
Disappearing again she landed on the mistress’ left thigh, shattering the bone. Crouching over her mark, the arch demon sent a heavy punch to Trixie’s ribs, crunching the bone into pieces. One of her lungs collapsed which made the injured Sith gasps through air through blood filled wheezing.
Taking the sword from Trixie’s sheath on her thigh the arch demon known as Scylla ran it through her victims’ stomach and into the sand beneath her. Retracting the blood covered blade she plunged it in again into a different spot.
“Any last words before I end your life permanently?” She asked.
Through blood and sand covering her goggles Trixie could do nothing but choke on her own fluids and slowly die from her injuries.
“You truly are a shame, 11256.”
Taking the blade Scylla placed the blood covered tip at the mistress’ throat. Just as she was about to push the blade through the flesh an energy blast ripped into her side and knocked her back, vaporizing the sword and blowing the two women apart from each other.
Sia Morelli caught Trixie in her arms and immediately erupted into a brilliant crimson aura. The sandstorm abruptly stopped as dark red lightning rushed forth from the enraged demon lieutenant.
“Who the fuck are you?” Scylla questioned; she didn’t like her fights being interrupted.
Sia’s eyes were now glowing red and even though her power fell short of Scylla’s she had no doubt she could give the woman a run for her money. Trixie coughed blood onto the blond woman’s clothing and gasped for air. Sia looked down at her injured acquaintance and frowned. Her enhanced vision revealed everything that Scylla had done to the woman. The white-haired slave numbered 11256 was dying in her arms and there was nothing she could do.
“You’ve had your fun Scylla. Her death is mere moments away. Leave! Before I report this to Jorgan and Belial and you have him to deal with for slaughtering his new prize fighter outside of a sanctioned match. I’m sure they’d love to make some money off of you.” Sia yelled to the brunette arch demon.
As the last breath left Trixie’s body she could feel her thoughts dissipate into nothingness. Her body slowly disintegrated into ambient Omnilium and she was gone. Just before the vaporization process reached the mistress’ face Sia touched a finger to her cheek. She could only hope to track her partner when her body rematerialized. Wherever that may be in the next few days.
“Hmph,” Scylla grunted, crossing her arms. “Useless.”
Within seconds the brunette arch demon vanished into thin air. Trixie had been killed at the hands of a random assailant from the fighting pits and now Sia had to locate her once again. Tyrael needed this womans help, but for what she did not know. The only thing the blonde woman knew was that now she would need to search for the incarcerated prime’s reincarnated body when the time came.
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