01-06-2016, 02:44 AM
A dull fleshy thud penetrated the mistress’ hearing. Trixie had managed to get to her feet, though her hand was still desperately trying to keep her gushing wound closed. With Jorgan still down she had no idea where the sound had come from until she felt the warm trickle of blood seep into her waistline. Looking down, still sparkling with Omnillium, was an arrow sticking out of the left part of her abdomen. Almost immediately the remaining Omnillium seeped into her wound sending her immediately down to her knees in agony. Letting out a cry she pounded the dirt with her free hand, sending blood and sweat flying from her person. Gripping the shaft of the arrow she broke it off close to her skin just as another one slammed into her right shoulder, the impact sending her sprawling onto her back. More pain than she had ever felt before in her life coursed through her body. Something was strange though. Her vision, though already perfect, sharpened as if it had improved even further. Inhaling sharply in sudden shock, Trixie realized the pain had been replaced with numbness.
Without her knowing the Sith Warrior’s appearance had returned to normal. Her previous white hair had returned to its shade of blood red, her eyes had resumed being their faded neon pink, and the color of her skin had returned to its tan complexion; the tribal markings had vanished as well. As if filled with new life she sprang to her feet gracefully like a gymnast. The arrows that had once taken residence in her body were gone, her wounds had been healed, and she could see things in a new light. Trixie couldn’t quite place her finger on it, but she couldn’t argue that she felt amazing.
A floating brunette elf covered with ivory silk garments appeared before her. She had her fingers ready on her ivory bowstring, her stern but kind eyes eyeing her handiwork. Drawing her weapon, the woman loosed another arrow which struck Trixie square between the eyes. A blinding flash of light followed, but that was it.
“Hello Beatrix.” A voice spoke inside the Sith’s mind.
The fuck is going on?
“A fair question. One that I will answer in time. The short and sweet is that I’m an interested party that was sent to assist you. I corrected the imperfections with the serum that hulk gave you.” The woman explained, her voice echoing throughout Trixie’s head.
Jorgan groaned in discomfort and finally got to his feet. A single hole had burned itself through his chest where the bolt of lightning had struck, but as Trixie looked more closely with her new found vision she could see his demonic body repairing itself.
“You aren’t going to be able to beat him.” The woman reported offhandedly.
Fuck off.
Drawing her gladius from its sheathe Trixie caught it mid-air in her right hand, blade downward like a knife. Dropping into a combat stance she readied herself as Jorgan began lumbering over, his machete ready to swing. That’s went her body went completely limp. Trixie couldn’t help but watch as Jorgan severed her sword arm at the elbow and kicked her to the ground.
“Sorry about this, but we need to get you back into Belial’s control. My employer insists if I’m going to help you.”
“What did you do!?” Trixie shrieked as she held her stump of an arm, blood rushing from the open wound.
Jorgan laughed as he pressed the bloodied blade to her chest. As the monstrosity was about to plunge his blade into her sternum and split open her chest cavity, three attack craft blazed overhead kicking up the dormant dust on the mountain path. A large transport carrier arrived not long after it’s escort, the fighter craft circling around for multiple passes over the mountain top. The large hovercraft lowered itself to the ground, remaining a few inches off the dirt as it lowered the cargo bay ramp. Four demonic nurses rushed out with a gurney and medical supplies to the downed Beatrix. Quickly injecting the gravely wounded Sith they lifted her up onto the stretcher and immediately restrained her to it. Wheeling her onto the transport the cargo bay ramp closed behind them and the four hover craft thundered off as quickly as they had arrived, headed towards Tyrant Lord Belial’s headquarters and his fighting arena.
“Fiona has successfully merged with the subject, mi’lord.”
A faint smile crept along the face of Mephisto as he swirled a cup of wine around in one of his hands.
Without her knowing the Sith Warrior’s appearance had returned to normal. Her previous white hair had returned to its shade of blood red, her eyes had resumed being their faded neon pink, and the color of her skin had returned to its tan complexion; the tribal markings had vanished as well. As if filled with new life she sprang to her feet gracefully like a gymnast. The arrows that had once taken residence in her body were gone, her wounds had been healed, and she could see things in a new light. Trixie couldn’t quite place her finger on it, but she couldn’t argue that she felt amazing.
A floating brunette elf covered with ivory silk garments appeared before her. She had her fingers ready on her ivory bowstring, her stern but kind eyes eyeing her handiwork. Drawing her weapon, the woman loosed another arrow which struck Trixie square between the eyes. A blinding flash of light followed, but that was it.
“Hello Beatrix.” A voice spoke inside the Sith’s mind.
The fuck is going on?
“A fair question. One that I will answer in time. The short and sweet is that I’m an interested party that was sent to assist you. I corrected the imperfections with the serum that hulk gave you.” The woman explained, her voice echoing throughout Trixie’s head.
Jorgan groaned in discomfort and finally got to his feet. A single hole had burned itself through his chest where the bolt of lightning had struck, but as Trixie looked more closely with her new found vision she could see his demonic body repairing itself.
“You aren’t going to be able to beat him.” The woman reported offhandedly.
Fuck off.
Drawing her gladius from its sheathe Trixie caught it mid-air in her right hand, blade downward like a knife. Dropping into a combat stance she readied herself as Jorgan began lumbering over, his machete ready to swing. That’s went her body went completely limp. Trixie couldn’t help but watch as Jorgan severed her sword arm at the elbow and kicked her to the ground.
“Sorry about this, but we need to get you back into Belial’s control. My employer insists if I’m going to help you.”
“What did you do!?” Trixie shrieked as she held her stump of an arm, blood rushing from the open wound.
Jorgan laughed as he pressed the bloodied blade to her chest. As the monstrosity was about to plunge his blade into her sternum and split open her chest cavity, three attack craft blazed overhead kicking up the dormant dust on the mountain path. A large transport carrier arrived not long after it’s escort, the fighter craft circling around for multiple passes over the mountain top. The large hovercraft lowered itself to the ground, remaining a few inches off the dirt as it lowered the cargo bay ramp. Four demonic nurses rushed out with a gurney and medical supplies to the downed Beatrix. Quickly injecting the gravely wounded Sith they lifted her up onto the stretcher and immediately restrained her to it. Wheeling her onto the transport the cargo bay ramp closed behind them and the four hover craft thundered off as quickly as they had arrived, headed towards Tyrant Lord Belial’s headquarters and his fighting arena.
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“Fiona has successfully merged with the subject, mi’lord.”
A faint smile crept along the face of Mephisto as he swirled a cup of wine around in one of his hands.
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