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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Oct 11, 2011 13:53:24 GMT 8
It was an alien feeling that she had felt, returning to the remains of the once Grande Carnivale that now lay in ruins after the great fire. Charred stumps the only surviving witness to the mayhem brought upon the dark cirque by their nemesis, their prey; the humans. A soft sigh resonated as obsidian eyes rolled around their sockets to gather the eerie site. Soft , inaudible footfalls coming to a stop before an abandoned caravan; still intact though the paints have peeled away from the scorching heat of the fire, leaving it in a dilapidated state. Dainty feet climbed the short stairs, door creaking in protest as she pushes forth. There was nothing but debris residing within. An angry snarl reverberated on painted lips at the thought of those humans desecrating her once abode. Soon a resigned sigh would emit from parted tiers as ample rear found purchase on the dust riddled narrow bed; the petite form soon curl itself upon still soft mattress, soft whiny sounds resounding before slumber took hold of the lone jesterette.
It could have been minutes, hours or even days since she last opened her eyes, being chained to the endless nightmare of losing the family’s grounds and everything else in it; even worse, was the feeling of emptiness from the scattering of her siblings and the loss of her Mother, Meme De Circus. She fought the unwelcome feelings; snarling and hissing as dainty fists formed against her ample chest. And then it came, the voice so strange yet known and the touch so alien yet familiar, caressing the death cold skin of her cheek. Slowly eyelids would flutter to reveal the crimson tinged hazel; a soft murr resonating upon lips as slender digits came to touch the stranger’s hand. “Shadow?” Came a raspy whisper.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Oct 11, 2011 13:54:43 GMT 8
"I knew if I waited long enough.. that you'd eventually come.." said a near quiet voice. Each word was elegantly pronounced and each word and tone dripped with that enigmatic captivity. An air of power once concealed was like a small spark which only seemed to intensify from the darkened shadows abound. " I felt you the last time... only for but a moment.." the voice chuckled and a glimpse of someone moving in the deeper recesses. The soft spoken sounds of heavy heels against the debris. A glance of dark eyes shining in the gloom. A hint of a scarlet glow where a once familiar relic came in and out of view; and with a slight flick of immaculate nails against the ruby; would send out warbled drones of radiating power. Signatures that were attuned to the shards carried by his once called siblings. He was different from before. A stray beam of light cast by the full moon; where it found its purchase and leisure to seep in with cold silver fingertips and brushed against somewhat tanned skin. Dark wavey locks framed what appeared to be a weathered but striking handsome face. " Do you remember the first time in that bed..." he asked. It was a rather fond and kindled memory. One that he had held onto for all of this time. It was and had always been a matter of time. Time long and enough spent in his darkened isolation away from the world of man. That is.. until now.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Oct 11, 2011 13:56:02 GMT 8
The jesterette slipped off of the dust riddled mattress to find perch on the edge of the bed. Cold was apparent around her, a different kind of coldness; one you can only find upon the skin of the dead. Obsidian eyes widened to allow more light from the miniscule slivers from the holes in the roof to enter its fathomless irises, allowing her to capture the gliding image of a male humanoid moving from shadow to shadow. An eerie, yet familiar feeling came to reside in her cold heart; tingles causing goose bumps to arise along her naked arms from the coldness caressing her petite form. “But you were destroyed. They told me you were gone from this plane forever”. Came her quiet reply, his words seemingly fallen to deaf ears, though much has been recalled from those sentences; dark yet fond memories of a feeling shared so long ago. “You were looking for me?” She continued; thin brow furrowing with curiosity, though deep down inside her blackened heart, she was glad. Glad that he remembered her, remembered them.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Oct 11, 2011 13:57:31 GMT 8
Destroyed? To think that someone would have gone to some great lengths to convince her that he had been destroyed; was something and oddly amusing. A rare occasion came about in the form of a smile that stretched across his stolen lips. " Reborn..." he replied with a slow inclination of his head. His seemingly gliding form stepped around scattered obstacles with the slight click-tap of the cane where its tip came down against the surface floor. The whisper of material in the form of some rogue-ish like attire. From the knee length dark leather boots and matching breeches; the open V collar of his white shirt; which exposed some of the broad chest and the swish of the coat material just behind his knees.
"I have always been waiting for you.." he replied as his right hand grasped one of the corner posters of the once and beautiful bed; swinging himself around in a slow arc and he stood within but a breath's reach of her. His eyes mirrored the essence of the monster within. That unfathomed darkness deep inside. " I knew eventually you would return... this of course being the more dominant of places. A place of memories.." the Diabolical One would point out with a near illuminated manner. This was, of course, the place they had first touched with such a lustful and intimate encounter a very and oh so long time passed. Lost in the pages of tragic history. " Are you surprised to know? To see such a familiar and not so familiar face?" he would ask with a casual tone, shifting as he angled his head and stared down at her upon her visage.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Oct 11, 2011 13:58:08 GMT 8
Ninette could not help but to notice the cane in his possession; following the sound of its tapping upon the floor, realizing the origin and former owner. So it was true what they said about Meme and the one known as Diabolique. The sinister, semi-sentient ruby is now in his possession and the power and responsibility was transferred to the lord of Primal Darkness himself. A soft heave of breath was taken; more from habit than need as her eyes captured his visage as he drew nearer; a soft, inaudible gasp echoing within mind as obsidian gaze caresses unfamiliar terrain upon the face of a stranger. Yet once their wicked eyes met, she would see a glimpse of the diabolical jester within, the adored entity she had lost touched with.
The familiar flow of his mana touched her own; though his was somewhat potent in its new form. A slender hand would rise, as if to strike, though her intention was to reacquaint herself with his presence. There was a tinge of pain somewhere in her dead heart, or was it in her mind. “No, somehow I knew you would find me again.” She answered in her soft yet raspy voice, keeping her eyes on him; hand falling back to its station on her side. “Though, what is the purpose of this meeting, I wonder.” She finishes with a nod to no one but the cold air.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Oct 11, 2011 13:58:58 GMT 8
The pulse light of the scarlet ruby stained the lines within his face as he looked down upon her and watched with those seemingly all knowing and seeing eyes. It washed across his features as he took a step out in front of her and stopped. His back was too her. his broad shoulders lifted and he took a glance gandering back over his left side. " Why else..." he said with a soft tone. Barely a whisper that pushed and parted between his lips. There could have been so many reasons why and excuses for this what might have been a random chance meeting; here of all places. But no. Perhaps it had been pre-arranged. Written in fate. But he believed in nothing of the sorts. But ochestrated it himself from behind the scenes with the rumors of his apparent demise.
"In truth..." the great Darkness breathed with a heavy sigh..." Was to find you... the one that has always managed to slip through my grasp..." he said as his slender digits caressed and moved across the face of the ruby topped cane. The Dark One reveled and inhaled the scent of her presence. The taste and feeling of her mana as it wove into his own in unseen strands as his own reached out to brush lightly upon her own aura with a delicate insinuation.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Oct 11, 2011 14:03:55 GMT 8
The jesterette would keep her gaze upon his visage for as long as allowed before he moved away to face the opposite wall. She heaves another unnecessary breath, as if trying to calm her nerves from this unexpected visit. The glittering stone seemed to mock her presence, the whispers of a thousand wickedness trapped within the Ruby assaulted her ears. She would not dare to assume his motives for appearing before her this night. Though she suspected it was more personal than family related, from his words. Has she made an impact to his feared existence? Or was she a pawn in a bigger scheme, now that that he is the ultimate power governing the wretched existence of the jesters of doom? She could not find an answer, not when her mana was being caressed by his total darkness.
The small frame occupied by the never-born succubus, stirs upon the mattress as his words fell upon her ears. “Just to find me? What is it that you wish of me? Or is there anything that you wish for take from me?” Another thought passed through her evil mind. Is he here to renew his claim on her? A smirk would tug at the corners of painted lips as she awaits his next words.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Oct 11, 2011 14:04:45 GMT 8
: " For all that I have become... for all that I have attained and accomplished..." he said; as he could feel her there even without the need of turning and looking directly upon her. Though with each word; the ruination of a once grand room may have appeared to be growing darker. As if his mear presence was thickening and manipulating the element in which he had become the undisputed ruler of. " I wish not to take anything from you... but of you...You who would be my equal....to share this POWER! with.." and as he stressed upon the word of power; so did he raise his hand and waved it violently out to his side and away from himself; and the very air seemed to come to life as a dark burst of energy; tinged with swirling colors of black and violets.
A hint of red and scarlet veins fueled by the familiar relic and cane of the once and former Mother of the Harlequin family. Everything before him was obliterated; thrown about by such a destructive force. One that caused a slight shiver to run up his arm, and the veins beneath the skin burned black for a few moments before they returned to normal. " Eternity is not but a prison without someone to share it with..." he scoffed with what appeared to be distain. Disgust. Or perhaps inside such a wicked heart.. the dark one felt that string and tug upon the loneliness of the ages come and gone.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Oct 11, 2011 14:05:30 GMT 8
Extra-sensitive hearing would capture every word that has fallen from his lips; eyelids would roll up as eyes widen at his words. But only for a moment before obsidian eyes receding into slits; a soft murr resonating from slender throat as she watched the ball of dark powers coming to life. She listened more to him, tasting the anguish and pain, reveling in the want and need; the feelings that has been dormant for so long within her dark mind taking their shape once more. “I do not see anyone but you, aside from Mother, as the wielder of such power. If I was chosen to share it with you, I would not dare to wield it. Even if it was a small portion”. She shuddered slightly as the words left her lips.
It was true what she had said; the power to wield Darkness is too great a power for a small entity such as her. “Though I understand the need for company. For I have longed to be re-united with the one who has captured by attention and affections”. She would offer softly, keeping her eyes on his back.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Oct 11, 2011 14:06:59 GMT 8
A motion picture movie of memories scrolled across the eye of his mind. The each and every encounter they had had in the distant past that had lead onto this path. Dark eyes stared willfully at his own hand. His played fingers flexing and the course of raw essence and dark mana flowing and concentrated around his long and slender digits. To feel that spark that never truly died once again brought to life. " Its awe inspiring... this power of creation...though limited to this plane... my true power can only be fathomed in the realm of the Primal Darkness... my seat of power." Oh how he had longed for this moment. His form turned and he looked upon her with quizzical eyes; staring and taking in, drinking her shae and form into his mind. He breathed her in.
"Ninette..." was barely a sound that escaped from his tormented lips. But yet the darkness seemed to echo and to amplify his voice; as if he were speaking several thousand times in a pitch and tone of various and varied different voices. " I never wanted this power.. this responsibility now..." he indicated by his eyes as they moved to glance upon the ruby shard as a whole. " All I ever wanted was you.." Twas a different sight to see; for the Lord of the Primal Darkness to be so humble and strictened with the emotions and anxiety of such a long separation such as this. " To stand by my side and reap the rewards of our long and unnatural lives..."
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Oct 11, 2011 14:07:30 GMT 8
Gaze fall onto his moving limb; watching quietly as he flexes his fingers, recognizing the coursing of unknown powers from the shifting of his mana flow, listening to his revelation. She nodded to the still, cold air once more; realizing that he would not be able to enter this mortal realm with all of his powers. And that would make him as vulnerable, if not more, as the rest of the Jesters in the hands of power wielders. She pulled herself up from her perch, standing at her full height behind his towering figure; waiting for the moment that she may touch him, feel the emotions that were shared between them though alien and strange to the minds of the wicked such as the two of them. “You have me then, mon amour.” She replies softly as he turned to face her; her hand reaching out to touch his chest. “You still have me now”
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