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Post by Christian(Chaotique Harlequin) on Nov 15, 2011 17:21:35 GMT 8
Sheer terror and fear ran rampant through out the village, people running and scattering like fleeing insects.. Not all of them were important.. No.. Christian had a specific target in mind, half of the city was already in ruin from his progression toward the outer skirts of the village where he had met up with a sibling Harlequin.. And then again on his way back into the village once their little chat was over, Christian had lost interest in his sibling as the mention of Ninette being near and he would now move to lure her to him.. The sky above was darkening more and more as the sun sunk farther and farther beyond the horizon, thick black clouds rolling in as well would serve to blot out even the faintest lights from the stars and the moon that hung with in the nights sky.. It was then the streets seemed to fall silent, there was no sign of any one living with in the area.. It was clear that every one has either fled or hidden some where, and that was exactly what Christian was counting on. Black boots thudding up stone steps toward the old large structure, his coat swaying open showing his exposed pale flesh of his torso.. <C>
Coming to a stop upon reaching the large wooden doors, his right arm would lift but pause after a moment.. A malicious smirk playing upon his thin pale lips, he would refrain from destroying the door and instead simply reach forward with his fingerless gloved hand to pull it open.. Entering the structure silently and tugging the door closed behind him, again he pauses and secures the door solidly so there would be no escape.. Continuing forward out of the shadows of the door way into the main chamber, looking upon the crosses and rows of benches and the altar at the far end.. His right hand lifting to sweep his dark green locks back out of his face, and he would take in the sight of the two priests consoling people huddled upon the first few benches.. Men, women, and even some children.. He could feel the fear wafting off of them, could hear the tears and cries of the women and children.. His arms would cross over his chest and and he would lean upon the stone frame work of the building just taking in the entire scene, it was then he noticed a small pool of holy water with in a silver bowl set with in the stone.. Reaching forward and poking his bare finger tip into the water, feeling the burn watching it sizzle.. The sound alerting those with in the church of his present, and the fear would shoot up even higher.. The two priests instantly taking to their bibles starting to read from them, attempting to banish the evil with in their presence.. <C>
He would simply ignore them savoring the fear as he swirled his finger with in the waters.. " Come out come out where ever you are... I know you are near, my dear.. " He would call out seemingly to no one.. <E>
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Nov 17, 2011 17:33:40 GMT 8
There were shadows aplenty along the cold, stoney corridors of the old church. It's dome-shaped ceilings were riddled with beings unheard and unseen by mortals; beings from the shadowy realm of Darkness. And there amongst the blackness of night, curled a small humanoid, resting it would seemed, sunk unseen within the thick, sentient shadows. The pitiful cries and whimpers of those gathered around the many rows of wooden benches, resounded, reaching into the slumbering jesterette's ear, swirling in her evil mind like a lullaby to a sleeping baby.
Though soon her peace was robbed by the bellowing of voice, so strange, it was instantly familiar. Calling out to her, naught by her name, but by those intangible auras that were shared amongst the siblings of Doom. And these particular invisible pliable fingers of auras were more than familiar; they were similar to hers, and its potency was just as strong if not the same. Slender arms would unfold to stretch above her head; the immaculate braids were intact as if they had just been done by an infamous hairdresser. Crimson tinged, obsidian eyes would peer out of the darkness as slowly petite form would resurface from within the liquid-like shadows that swirled around the dainty humanoid, elongating to deposit her onto the waiting floor.
Soft, pitty patter of heels would resound along the empty cold, corridor as she makes her way towards the main hall of the Church. The shrieks and wails of the petrified congregation brought a soft chuckle to the blood red lips of the female as steps fell one after the other, bringing her closer to the owner of the voice.
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Post by Christian(Chaotique Harlequin) on Nov 17, 2011 21:22:45 GMT 8
Dark emeralds would twinkle with recognition as he felt the slight change, the twinge in the air.. That all too familiar feeling of the one that tainted him, that brought him from the mortal plain of existence and helped to make him what he is.. All be it she might have had a different plan in mind for what he was to become, since it was the Mother that had stepped in to give him his shard behind her back that would make him what he is.. Finger slowly withdraws from the sizzling and bubbling holy water, and his thin pale lips would be twisted upward into a smirk before parting to utter a soft whisper " La Magnifique. " Arms dropping to his sides as he would push off of the stone support structure of the arch way.. Boots lifting and coming down with soft thuds against the carpeted isle down between the rows of benches..
He could feel her presence, could feel her essence even before her heels touched down upon the stone floor of the church.. He was very much aware of her location, of where she was now and the desire to see her was burning with in him.. As his forward progression continued, the women and children's cries would grow even louder and they would move farther away almost hiding behind the alter now.. The two priests would step into the isle blocking the path to them as they held tightly onto their books as the continues to read from them.. The younger of the two was starting to shake, clearly scared out of his mind.. Sweat pouring from his brow, his voice growing ever more shaken with every step the Chaotique one took toward them.. It was then that the older one would start to walk forward as well matching him step for step and getting louder and louder and gesturing with his other hand, his rosary swinging from his grasp..
Christian's face would twist, a mask of pain would be tortured upon his features as his steps started to falter a bit.. His gloved hands lifting to press against his torso and he would start to sink down onto his knees.. It appeared as if their chanting was working, and cause of this sight a new wave of courage was building with in the younger of the two.. He as well stepped forward, his shaken words strengthened and louder as well. Christian would groan out as the older of the two priests stood above him holding out the rosary as he continues to chant with intention of banishing him.. It was then he would simply let out a soft chuckle, that chuckle quickly turning into full on laughter as he rose back up onto his feet. " There is no hope.. " He would say to the old man in front of him..
Christian reached forward sweeping his finger over the bible, the pages twisted and become snarled and turned black before the entire thing broke apart and fell toward the ground turning to dust before it even hit. " This.. " He would then bring his other hand prodding the rosary. " Nor this will save you.. " As he spoke the rosary as well would chip and crack and fall apart, turning to dust as well before hitting the ground. The old man did his best to hold his composure, to continue to chant from memory but the younger one that had just had his resolve strengthened was all but shattered.. Mumbling and starting to back away, his book falling from his hand to hit the ground as he panicked and started to make a run for it.. His little ruse did exactly as he had planned, the cries were louder and the resolve of the younger priest was completely shatter and the older ones was cracking and chipping away with every second.. "Oh how delightful", he thought to himself.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Nov 25, 2011 17:03:21 GMT 8
The petite form would stop short of the archway leading into the main mass hall upon hearing the shrieks and wails of the gathered humans. Obsidian eyes would glistened in the shadows amid a soft snicker that would appear disembodied should there be witnesses about the area though none had dared to venture near. A small, dainty hand would rise to tap a slender digit onto painted lips; the deathly pale appendage a contrast to the darkness surrounding her small frame. "So bad.. so sad" She would whisper to none but the ever present evil as she keeps her eyes plastered upon the scene. A soft chuckle would then resonate, recognizing the the perpertrator as one of her own.
Slowly she glide into the dim light, making her way to the last row of benches, before perching upon on of a well polished wooden surface, a slender leg coming to rest upon the other, eager to witness the demise of the clergymen and the shuddering mass. "Use thy voice, fill the sky! Bring the little children to die! Come little ones, I'll take thee away.. into the land of Magic" She would hum softly, though her raspy words were carried up into the domed ceiling and amplified into a sinister song.
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Post by Christian(Chaotique Harlequin) on Nov 25, 2011 17:39:35 GMT 8
Christian simply stood there in that moment, watching the other priest frantically trying to escape or hide.. To get away from what was going on in the main chamber of the church, to escape the tortured fate that awaited him.. But, for now he would be left alone.. Dark emeralds dropping back onto the older of the two priests who was nearly as broken as the younger at this point, he just stood there defeated silently praying for his life that he was sure was about to end.. Christian pushed his right hand forward, pressing it to the dark material covering the mans chest, forcing him to the side and then to sit upon one of the benches. " Relax.. Enjoy the show.. " He would whisper softly to the man, his gaze lifting to look back at Ninette as she positioned herself upon one of the benches humming a soft sinister song for all to hear.
"My dear Magnifique.. Where have you been? It has been so boring with out you, I nearly fell asleep again.. " A sinister grin coming to his pale features, and he would ruffle the priests hair a bit before pivoting on his heel and turning to continue down the isle toward the alter.. Glancing back over his shoulder, he would motion with his thumb to the old priest sitting on the bench. " Do make sure he doesn't move.. and doesn't stop watching. This is after all for you, a present to get you to come out and play.. No sitting back and simply watching.. " With that he would turn his attention back forward toward the alter and the younger of the two priests as well as the huddled mass of people..
As he closed the distance the young priest would take up a large metallic crucifix, wielding it almost like a bat.. Clearly the man was desperate, the fear and the overwhelming helplessness to do anything to stop it clearly triggered an almost cornered animal like state where he would lash out as he drew near.. That amused grin, wicked and evil in appearance would only grow more as he continued to close the distance as if daring the man to attack.. And so he did, taking three rushing steps forward and swinging the crucifix as hard as he could toward the head of the Chaotique Harlequin. Lifting his right hand, he would catch the swinging object and not even budge.. His left hand lifting from his side and pushing forward in a almost shove like fashion, he was toying with him, but the shove held much more power then any human could muster flinging the man almost like he was a rag doll five or six feet back into the alter.
It was almost all to clear how hopeless the situation was, Christian continued forward the man nearly breaking in to sobs mumbling about not wanting to die.. Christian would then stop and offer him the crucifix once more.." I will make you a deal.. All of you a deal." His gaze shifting toward the other huddled masses.. " Every one of you that kills one of those near you, I promise not to kill.. " A hush fell upon the panicked people, and the young priest that was upon the ground took back the large crucifix and pushed to his feet looking at it and then to the people before looking back to it once more as if he was seriously considering it.. The older priest still upon the wooden bench looked as if his heart was about to shatter into a million pieces with what was about to happen.. Christian simply stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting to see who would take him up on this offer.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Nov 29, 2011 15:46:33 GMT 8
"Such cruelty" A disembodied whisper would echo within the ears of the petrified old priest as his eyes almost bulge out of their sockets, watching in sheer terror at the events unfolding before his eyes. He would turn his head from side to side in horror, trying to locate the owner of the voice. Never had he, in all 40 years of serving the Holy Church, came across such evil. His battered body would shiver involuntarily, both from his injuries and the enveloping fear as the Jester issued out an offer; a game of death.
He would soon feel the coldness creeping close as the jesterette Ninette would come to caress the receded hairline of the old priest, her lithe body coming to perch upon the backrest of the bench, straddling the thick neck of the man, like a little girl sitting upon her father's strong shoulders during a summer's festival. A strangled gasp echoing within his throat as he tried to glance up at the Jesterette. "Now .. now, good father. Do not fret." Ninette would whisper softly, almost kindly; painted, cold lips brushing the priest's ear as elongated black nails would find themselves buried in either sides of his face, forcing him to look forward and watch the deadly game unfolding.
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Post by Christian(Chaotique Harlequin) on Nov 29, 2011 17:23:31 GMT 8
Christian would simply stand there with that smirk upon his pale lips, and his emerald pools fixed upon the group of people huddled in fear.. His weight shifting from his right leg to his left, and his head tilted to the side as he cast his gaze back over his shoulder after having felt Ninette draw closer.. Watching her take position looming over the elderly priest just as he had asked her to do, toying with him and forcing him to keep his eyes on the events as they horrifically unfold before him. He could not help but let that smirk grow all the more as he watches her get into the little game that he was weaving, oh how it was so much more fun to cause chaos when she was with him.. Seeing her reaction, her enjoyment and pleasure that she got from his actions..
It was then the younger of the two priests would scream out loudly, lifting the heavy metal crucifix and then brought it down and forward with all of his might toward the head of a elderly woman nearest to him.. A sickening thud and a bone cracking crunch would echo out with in the main hall of the church, it would soon be followed by the lifeless tumble of the woman's body as it slumped to the floor.. A splatter of crimson across the young priests face, the metallic crucifix dripping blood and there is a chunk of the woman's scalp and hair where it had struck.. He would stand there gripping it so tightly that his knuckles were white, his chest heaving with deep frantic breaths.. He stood there over the woman that he had just bludgeoned to death with his own two hands, and the reality of what he had done was written all over his face along with the splatter of the woman's blood..
Christian would let his emerald orbs widen at the site, amused greatly with the sight before him.. The look on the priests face, the blood splattered on him.. His gaze drifting toward the dead woman and then over his shoulder toward the older priest locked with in the grasp of Ninette, wanting to see his expression, see the damage that this event caused.. Wanting to see that hope and faith of his that was so strong at first be completely shattered, for him to give up.. His left hand snapping forward pressing to the younger priests shoulder, pulling, guiding him back toward the first row of benches to his left.. Pushing him to sit upon it, and he would smirk and pat his shoulder a few times.." Wonderful.. Simply wonderful.. " He would let loose a deep amused chuckle after he spoke, he would then turn away from him to watch the rest of the frightened people starting to panic like they were seconds from tearing each other apart.
Stepping forward toward the altar, spinning and leaning against it.. His gaze drifting over the older priest still locked with in Ninette's grasp.. And then over toward the younger one, muttering to himself and clutching the crucifix.. " The rest of you have till the count of ten, any one that hasn't done what priest has done will end up like the old woman.. " he would grin widely looking right toward Ninette and the old priest.. " 10... 9.. 8.." Before he could even get half way through a ten count, they panicking people that were huddled together in fear started to tear each other apart... Fighting tooth and nail against each other, clawing and biting , choking and punching.. The elderly and the children falling victim first, and the sounds of the chaos was like music to Christian's ears.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Nov 29, 2011 17:56:48 GMT 8
A soft snicker would fall from painted lips, accompany the quiet whimper of the broken hearted priest as his old eyes wept upon witnessing the younger one fell from grace right before his eyes. The young priest was his student, one he had hoped to lead the congregation upon his demise but now, all hope were lost. There was no more faith within the youthful gaze but fear and the greed of life as bloodied, tainted hands gripped at the metal beam of the crucifix. The soft snicker would emanate, becoming hundreds of wicked laughter, permeating the darkened dome ceiling of the cathedral.
The hold she had upon the the old clergyman relaxes, seeing that the man had resigned his fate, sobbing pathetically between bouts of prayers; his body leaning back to slump against the miniscule weight of the jesterette upon his shoulders. A soft tsk-ing sound would slip from the Jesterette's lips as she wiggles her lower form lewdly against the oldman's neck. "Aw... is the blood and gore too much for you, dearling?" She would whisper amidst the ensuing chaos of screams and wails of the assailants and victims.
"I think it is time for you to depart the world and join your father in heaven, ne?" Ninette would snicker once more though not expecting an answer. Her cold palm would rest upon his cheek, nails digging into his jaw. And as swiftly as an intake of pertrified breath from the doomed man, the slender arms of the jesterette would move, twisting the skull until a sickening crack would be heard by the minions of shadows, resulting in a wave of whispers and sighs, as the broken head lulled forward and to the side in an eerie position.
"Oh well.. that was boring". She would sigh, climbing off of the dead priest's shoulder to curl beside the slumped, still warm body of the old clergyman, once again a snicker would fall from her lips, watching blood raining upon the ones destined to perish before her. "So bad.. so sad"
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Post by Christian(Chaotique Harlequin) on Nov 30, 2011 11:42:49 GMT 8
Christian stood there leaning upon the altar, completely ignoring the carnage taking place just behind him were the group of people that were once huddled in fear were now tearing each other apart.. They were going beyond what he had told them to do, not only killing just one person but they were fighting tooth and nail till there was almost only one of them standing.. But the entire time his emerald gaze would be cast forward on to the shapely but slender figure of the Magnifique one.. Simply watching her, enjoying the site of her enjoying his handy work.. Watching her speak to the old man of the cloth, watching him crumble in her embrace.. Hearing his sobs, and mumbled prayers, the mans spirit completely shattered and then she clamped onto him like a bear trap sinking her slender digits into his flesh.. Ripping and cracking, twisting and mutilating the mans skull.. A crimson spray and the fleshy chunks fall away from the remains of the old clergyman.
It was then the screams and the sounds of chaotic violence behind him started to quiet down, a soft gurgle and choking sound echoing out as the last person was throttled into submission and was killed.. Three people came to stand, covered in scratches and cuts and blood.. Their bodies shaking and their gaze lowered to the ground below and he would motion with his left hand for them to go sit on the bench.. " Have seat, relax.. Take a deep breath.. As promised I will not harm any of you.. " He would call out over his shoulder, pushing off of the altar and he would start to make his way toward the curled frame of Ninette as she rested against the still warm body of the dead clergyman..
Stepping around the bench coming behind her,his arms snaking forward and curling around her, his large strong hands grasping at the curves of her body pulling her back against his chest and the back of the bench.. Caressing and fondling her as he leans in slowly, his warm breath falling against her ear and a thick sensual whisper right into her ear." They are my present to you my dear creator, as promised I will not hurt them.. But I never said anything about you.. may their souls rot with in your shard.. " His thin lips parting slowly, and his moist pink tongue would dart out to flick against her ear lobe and he would release her falling back onto the bench.. It was he that was going to sit back and enjoy the show now, as she moved to claim the tainted souls of those that killed their own for their own survival putting them selves before their fellow man.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Dec 3, 2011 15:18:36 GMT 8
His voice, his words, were like new music to her ears; senses coming alive from a dormant sleep with every word whispered into her ear. She would pull herself up, leaving the cold body of the priest and the embrace of the Jester; dainty feet carrying closer to the gathered few, a sweet smile would be played along painted tiers. "So bad.. so sad" She would whisper as the Ruby shard throbbed within her cleavage.
Hands would be thrown wide as a thousand chants filled the main hall in a wicked tongue unknown to man.The double leafed door of the chapel shuddered as suddenly the air around them begins to swirl, compressing the pressure, twisting, pulling books and smaller items from their places and throwing them against the walls.
Shrieks and moans fell from the few survivors as they stared wide eyed with terror at the Jesterette, before being lifted into the air; dropping their weapons as hands and feet began to flail at the air. Ninette would then bring her palms together, pressing against each other before throwing them far apart once more and at the same moment, the writhing bodies of her victims where hurled towards the walls, their wail and screams ending with loud crunches as flesh and bones were broken upon statues and ledges.
There were sickening thuds all around them as the swirling air died down, soon after; an audible, soft sigh, almost as if she was emitting a coo would then be heard, petite form arching to stand upon her toes, like a puppet upon a string. The whispers would return, chanting louder with every passing moment. And then the air grew cold as vapor-like essence were drawn from the crumpled bodies into the shard between her full mounds.
And as swiftly as it started, the ordeal ended with the jesterette turning about to face the jester, a smile was offered, almost innocently as a slender hand came to rest against the warm shard.
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Post by Christian(Chaotique Harlequin) on Dec 3, 2011 17:43:45 GMT 8
Christian simply reclined back in the firm hard wood of the bench, his strong arms draped back over the top of it as he would watch her slender curvy figure rise from the wood in front of him.. He could feel senses coming to life after his words, he could see that sweet smile upon the painted tiers of hers.. Hearing that whisper, those oh so familiar words of hers as she uttered them.. It brought back thick memories of his creation, the images of her finding him with the darkness.. Coming to him, hearing those words of hers.. Her gorgeous figure practically hypnotizing him, it was like a dream turned into a sweet delightful nightmare.. His death and rebirth into what he was to become was something he looked back upon fondly, it wasn't a horrific even that he fought every step of the way.. No he embraced it from the very start, throwing away that mortal existence all cause of her.. All for her..
The sounds of thousands of chants in a wicked unknown tongue echoed out from all around, wisps of his dark green locks swaying violently as the air began to swirl around with in the large main chamber of the church.. His emerald orbs drifted toward the rising figures of those that took him up on his offer, throwing away their humanity for their own survival.. Thin pale lips twisting in a wicked grin as some of them screamed out at him " you promised!.. You lied to us! " and then the sounds of shrieks and the sickening thuds and crunches, bones snapping their flesh ripping.. Blood splattering with each sickening impact of their bodies as her shard settled between her ample bust completely devoured their tainted essence, those dark souls of one that would kill their own to save themselves..
He would just relax there enjoying the show put on by his creator, the person of his greatest and deepest desires.. As a mortal, he wanted her.. And that great need and want, it only grew stronger in his reborn form.. Even with the freedom his own shard, making him complete, making him not just her pet her creation but a new and greater being.. Something to be feared, something not to be toyed with.. And still his every waking thought swirled around her, the one that tainted his blood and brought him into this eternal carnival of carnage and carnal desires. But he was done, done following her, done waiting for her to come to him when she wished to.. He wanted more, and he would have it..
Watching her stand there upon her tipy toes, her shard throbbing and pulsating with delight at the meal it was just given.. His own shard resonating with each throbbing pulse, he could feel it as if they were communicating with each other in their own sentient language. Forcing his body to rise from the hard wooden surface, rising to stand up straight.. The expression of amusement that was upon his pale handsome features faded, a more serious mask taking over.. His dark emeralds smoldering with deep deep desire, and they were locked firmly upon her figure just a few feet away.. His hands coming together in front of him, ripping his right glove off, then his left pushing them into his coats pockets.. He would then shed his thick dark coat like it was part of his very skin, slipping out of it and dropping it over the back of the bench.. His gaze never leaving her, his body pivoting back toward her and his black boots would thud softly upon the marbled floor of the church carrying him swiftly toward her.." Enough games... " His tone completely changed from what it was before, it was deeper and demanding.. His entire presence shifting,almost as if he was a different person.. The trap was sprung and she was ensnared with in it, there was no escape.
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