05-18-2017, 02:39 AM
Soft. Little. THING!
The unconscious Beatrix Zulenka was thrown from her bed into a black void. She sank into what seemed like water until her mind was forcibly awoken and she burst to the surface, gasping for air, retching the putrid black liquid from her lungs. As quickly as she began to tread water the liquid vanished and the redhead was thrust onto a cold stone floor. A searing and excruciating pain forced the mistress to press her hand to her left side. The brand Diablo had given her was melting itself into her flesh once again. So much so that the demonic flames flickered through her fingers and destroyed her hand. Trixie cried out in anguish, her voice echoing through the emptiness.
“I give you the gift of freedom and you waste it!” The words literally burned through Trixie’s mind, smoke gently wafting up from her ears.
“I haven’t had a chance, my lord! There has been nothing-”
The mistress’ rebuttal was cut short as a large clawed hand reached out and ripped away one of her arms at the elbow. Releasing a bloodcurdling scream, Trixie squeezed her eyes shut only to find herself immediately healed and standing in the middle of a banishment circle, minus the final rune. The rapid change was shattering to her consciousness. The Sith looked down at her body to see that she wasn’t wearing anything. Her brand was blazing red under her left breast and hot to the touch. Dropping to her knees, Trixie let her hair fall over her face.
“Name what it is you wish me to do.” She pleaded.
Diablo, still masked by the darkness, huffed.
“There is a warrior in the custody of Imperial Forces.”
His words were deafening. The Terror Lord stepped out of his veil of shadow, igniting everything around him. Wrapping his hand around Trixie’s neck he lifted his minion to face level.
“Banish him and I will consider letting you stay up here. As for dealing with your lack of effort...”
Diablo punctured one of the spines protruding from his wrist into Beatrix’s stomach. Slowly she began to ignite from the inside out. Her flesh began to sizzle and burn away, the black charred remains falling away. As her body steadily fell apart the mistress saw the image of a man float into her mind. This was her target. This was who she was to retrieve for Diablo. As the portrait faded into nothingness Trixie awoke to the surprise of the medical droid who had been trying to restart her heart. Coughing violently she pulled the intubation tube from her throat and rolled off the bed, bringing down her IV bags and gasping for air.
The unconscious Beatrix Zulenka was thrown from her bed into a black void. She sank into what seemed like water until her mind was forcibly awoken and she burst to the surface, gasping for air, retching the putrid black liquid from her lungs. As quickly as she began to tread water the liquid vanished and the redhead was thrust onto a cold stone floor. A searing and excruciating pain forced the mistress to press her hand to her left side. The brand Diablo had given her was melting itself into her flesh once again. So much so that the demonic flames flickered through her fingers and destroyed her hand. Trixie cried out in anguish, her voice echoing through the emptiness.
“I give you the gift of freedom and you waste it!” The words literally burned through Trixie’s mind, smoke gently wafting up from her ears.
“I haven’t had a chance, my lord! There has been nothing-”
The mistress’ rebuttal was cut short as a large clawed hand reached out and ripped away one of her arms at the elbow. Releasing a bloodcurdling scream, Trixie squeezed her eyes shut only to find herself immediately healed and standing in the middle of a banishment circle, minus the final rune. The rapid change was shattering to her consciousness. The Sith looked down at her body to see that she wasn’t wearing anything. Her brand was blazing red under her left breast and hot to the touch. Dropping to her knees, Trixie let her hair fall over her face.
“Name what it is you wish me to do.” She pleaded.
Diablo, still masked by the darkness, huffed.
“There is a warrior in the custody of Imperial Forces.”
His words were deafening. The Terror Lord stepped out of his veil of shadow, igniting everything around him. Wrapping his hand around Trixie’s neck he lifted his minion to face level.
“Banish him and I will consider letting you stay up here. As for dealing with your lack of effort...”
Diablo punctured one of the spines protruding from his wrist into Beatrix’s stomach. Slowly she began to ignite from the inside out. Her flesh began to sizzle and burn away, the black charred remains falling away. As her body steadily fell apart the mistress saw the image of a man float into her mind. This was her target. This was who she was to retrieve for Diablo. As the portrait faded into nothingness Trixie awoke to the surprise of the medical droid who had been trying to restart her heart. Coughing violently she pulled the intubation tube from her throat and rolled off the bed, bringing down her IV bags and gasping for air.
Quote:Trixie now has a target from Diablo that she must banish to appease him.