Post by Diabolique Le Diable on Jul 25, 2007 3:56:55 GMT 8
the_diabolique_harlequin (7/24/2007 4:56:20 AM): The mutations. They couldn't be controlled. Constant blinding pain that ripped through his every cell. His every fiberous thread and muscles felt as if they were on fire. Absorbing and changing as quickly as it could be contained. The fourth shard lay before him. It resonated with the same scarlet glow as the three he already had bear to witness. His mind was trying to concentrate. Concentrating on the creative powers of the chaotic deeper darkness. The Primal Darkness. " A ring...yes," he said to himself. A gift. That's what it would be. He held up the shard and admired its beauty. A perfect gift indeed. A smile had been pushed to curl his lips. Another stabbing pain shooting through his body. It was hell. He survived it before. He would survive it again. <E>
la_harlequine_noire (7/24/2007 5:01:34 AM): The darkness was a beautiful thing. To grasp it within your hand as if it was a tangible item. That was what she did. Made fantasies into living things. From within her palm she held a single rose petal. It was enough to cause life, and yet with it being plucked from the main flower it was wilting quickly. She dropped it as if she had lost interest. The blue eyed beauty walked within the confines that housed Diabolique, her creater. A gaelic smile shone on her face, but it did not make it to the coldness of her eyes. She had no words to spill from her crimson lips, a fury of deliciousness and temptation. One whom could never be touched. Dressed in the same black corsetted dress she floated across the room as if her feet could not be bothered to walk, but she was. Dainty, and <c>
la_harlequine_noire (7/24/2007 5:01:42 AM): ithe, but strong and unmerciful she watched him with curious eyes.
the_diabolique_harlequin (7/24/2007 5:06:06 AM): As he worked; several of his dark strands began to take on the colour of silver and white. The very colour bleeding away from first one strand of his hair; then another and so forth. It was like a subtle brush-fire and then exploding into a sudden chain reaction of events. He adverted his eyes away from the ruby shard and placed it upon the table in front of him. A band of onyx metal lay before him and he picked it up and began to inscribe an ancient language around the outside. Starting from the left and working his way around toward the right hand side. he repeated the process several times before the inscription would be complete. He knew his child was close. He could feel her eyes watching his every move. " You stare like your world depends on it," he said.<E>
la_harlequine_noire (7/24/2007 5:11:13 AM): She pursed her lips together, not impressed by his tone, nor statement. But with a casual shrug of her shoulders she brushed the comment off. "My world depends on nothing." she said, that same voice never reaching over a whisper as she turned her eyes away. Would her eyes find something more interesting to rest upon. Digits lazily trailing over the smoothness of the table. She was easily bored, and needed something to occupy her time. She could annoy Dia, but she didn't necessarily think that was a good idea. "Unless you have something better for me to do, I suggest staring is all I can do. Lest you change that."
the_diabolique_harlequin (7/24/2007 5:15:19 AM): He looked up from hsi work; and brough the onyx band closer to his face for inspection and blew away the remenants of the etched metal shaving from the engraved text. A subtle motion caused his head to turn ever so slightly. To one's shock; his features were slowly changing. Becoming more feminine and less imposing. " You could be studying your lessons," he said as his sinister voice began to crack; dropping down through the registers of sound like an elevator car snapped from its cable and plummetting its occupants to their death. With a gesture he pointed along a wall of his blackened shadowy lair. An entire librabry of books were contained in such nothingness that seemed to appear with nothing more than a thought from his mind. <E>
la_harlequine_noire (7/24/2007 5:19:58 AM): Her brow furrowed. "Now what fun would that be? I'd rather annoy my creator." She said with a faint smile. She noticed his changes, but paid them no mind due to the fact that something was always going on with Dia. Besides, she was a visual learner, she needed speech, not words to teach her. She leaned forward, elbows propping up her head as she watched him intently. She'd never thought of him like that, but there was one thing she wanted to learn from him. Seduction. To master it's dark grip, be able to strangle someone with it. "Mm, but you're going to teach me." She said. It wasn't a request. Was she pushing his buttons intentionally?
the_diabolique_harlequin (7/24/2007 5:28:39 AM): A single once dark brow; now turning pale lofted at her request. Which sounded more like a demand. His eyes turned away and he began a second inscription along the inside of the band itself. Its exact meaning and purpose were unknown to all save for himself. Several more passes were made over the ancient language; carving them deep into the blackened material. " Am I? Now aren't we the bold one," he shot back with. Even though his voice had become nothing more than an almost whisper; it still rang with authority. Strong were each pronounced word as it slipped from his still growing wicked tongue. Silver coated and very deadly. Like a carefully wielded dagger. His words were almost sharp enough to cut through and into the flesh itself. His changes continued to occur. <E>
la_harlequine_noire (7/24/2007 5:32:38 AM): She was bold. But whom was there to stop her? He was nose deep in something and she, well she was a precocious being. She didn't make requests, she layed demands, Either they were met, or they were ignored, but her voice would be heard. She turned her back towards him, resting the lower part against the table as she inspected her nails. "Come now, if I was the spry young lady, I would have interested you, now would I?" She said. She did as she pleased, roamed where she wanted. Pressing off the table, bored with what he was doing she wandered towards a chair. Plopping her body into it, skirt layed about her body gracefully as she folded her arms in her lap. The changes he was partaking it, were quite amusing as his whole visage started to change. Hm. Had he actually gotten attractive?
the_diabolique_harlequin (7/24/2007 5:42:42 AM): It wasn't the fact that he hadn't notcied the changes; but ignored them for the time being as he worked on his little project. His eyes flashed a dangerous glow as she mentioned something about a young woman. His lips tightened and he all but bit his tongue. Literally biting down upon the soft tissue until the point of no return; when the actual smooth wet flesh was penetrated with a self inflicted wound. And the dark blood swelled up with life its own and filled the warm cavern of his mouth. It was thick. And rich with absolute power. It trickled down the back of his throat as he worked upon the ring. " And what is it you want to learn about," he asked as a small rivulet of blood escaped and dripped down his chin. Creating a crimson tear stain down the even more paled skin. <E>
la_harlequine_noire (7/24/2007 5:47:44 AM): She looked at that single droplet as if it were sweet candy. She'd never tasted anything since she had been changed, and the curiousity made her hands curl into the chair to keep her body from moving. "Clean yourself up, then we shall talk." she said, a throaty whisper stating the hardness of keeping her actions off of Dia. What did she want to learn? What he was doing right now, and not even on purpose. The single drop of blood on his skin was enough to make the girls back arch, but unnoticeably to him. "You've yet to teach me anything, Dia." she said, softly looking away.
the_diabolique_harlequin (7/24/2007 5:52:36 AM): Who was she to be giving him orders? She who was just a mere child. His eyes darted back and forth from his creation to his Harlette. His eyes seemed to harden into a stare that could have sent chills down the spine of even the devout of worshipping servants. A look of expression from such a now changed and almost innocent appearing face; to radiate such evil was astonishing. One could swear by his new and yet old appearance; that the Devil himself had been freed from his fiery cage and set loose upon mankind yet again. Even more so was his eyes. Those pale oculars which seemed to have no distinctive colour; but seemed to absorb the light and create a different shine from their surroundings. " You've let to even learn your place..." Ice cold. So cold. Yet alluring. <E>
la_harlequine_noire (7/24/2007 6:04:39 AM): She wanted to close her eyes, but instead she cursed at him. "Don't speak to me in such a tone." She was finding it hard to compose herself. She flung herself out and away from him, from that once comfortable chair, to be in the confines of somewhere where he couldn't touch her, and she couldn't touch him. It was forbidden. Why in god's name now did she want to touch him. It was confusing her, and she didn't like it one bit. "You will stop that, Dia. I am not a plaything. Do not go casting your wiles on me." She would work hard to keep her composure, but she had a compulsion to just touch his skin, taste that blood that dared to mar his flesh. She was now begining to get angry.
the_diabolique_harlequin (7/24/2007 6:09:41 AM): Oh yes. The blood. That very same tear drop had reached the space just above his calvicle and suddunely dropped over the edge and made a slow and deliberate descent down the front of his chest. Like a child painting with scarlet paint on an otherwise blank and empty pale white canvas. It traces down between the pectoral muscles. Hard and firm; as his body rorganized itself from memories stored away inside the vast chambers of his mind. The mutating cells within his body; the plague recreating the very form of which he had began this journey into darkness with. But death had stolen it away from him; and now. Now it was seemed fit to be returned. " Still thy blabbering tongue, child." Another chilled breath pushed out venomous words. The shadows reacted; slithering forward. <E>
la_harlequine_noire (7/24/2007 6:15:21 AM): Her nails dug crescent marks within her palms as her tried to keep herself still. She watched that blood drop, her eyes intent on the course it was making down his chest. Her tongue was lashing out at her teeth from within her mouth. It was sweet insanity, and yet she was doing her best to stay right where she was. But one foot moved, a step was taken in his direction. He was doing this purposely, to test her will, so far it was working, but she wanted to yank back his hair and lick his chest upwards. "Still thy own tongue, Dia. I am not going to fall into your so blatantly obvious trap."
the_diabolique_harlequin (7/24/2007 6:19:55 AM): His eyes had turned back to the final phase and carvings of the black and almost sinister ring. The blood had been forgotten by his mind alone. But it continued its senseless trail down over his abodomen; seeking out and following the very contures of those sleek muscles that seemed to have been hand picked and carved from the very source of marble material. It traveled through the indentation that was his naval; where it lost most of its momentum; and what little that had managed to escape silently caressed downward until it vanished and splattered against the waist of his leather breeches. Its legacy left behind. A tantalizing trap to ensnare the senses. The Diabolique Harelquin raised his left hand as he set the ring aside; and the shadows came whipping around; thickening. <E>
la_harlequine_noire (7/24/2007 6:28:51 AM): She stared at him with a blank face, that blood drop now far from her reach and she was not about to dive within his pants. But then again, she grinned. She walked closer to him, the sound of rustling skirts lost in translation as she dared to trail a finger through that streak that his blood had left against his pale complected chest. She raised the digit to her mouth and suckled the liquid off. Despite it not being what she was after, she got what she wanted. She then turned her back on him, oblivious to his antics. Or so she thought as she couldn't help but want to turn her head to look at him. BUt her back was held rigid, and she was not going to do it, no matter how strong that god damn compulsion was. He may have been her maker, but that was where she would draw the line.
the_diabolique_harlequin (7/24/2007 6:34:28 AM): It was only by his own sheer will that she was allowed to get so ever close to him. There was not a sound that would escape his lips as she trailed her finger upwards across the near perfected flesh. It was still in a transforming state; not quite complete; but it neared the end of its altering state. His eyes narrowed. " Do not touch me again... I will let it slip this once. But next time. Do control yourself. Its the first lesson in seduction." She had failed her first lesson. He had just shown her one of the most powerful weapons in an ever changing arsenal. Control. It was the fundamental building block upon the foundation of her ability would begin. His attention went back to the ring. Focused as the last bit of pain settled through his still changing body. <E>
la_harlequine_noire (7/24/2007 6:44:18 AM): -For the moment, all she could think about was what she just did. Granted she broke a rule, but the reward highly outweighed the consequences. Atleast for the moment. If she really wanted to, she could fight his will. It'd be hard, but she could. But she couldn't help the fact that she had just touched the most ominous being she had ever layed eyes on. She had heard his words, they filtered through her conciousness, but there would be a next time.-
la_harlequine_noire (7/24/2007 5:01:34 AM): The darkness was a beautiful thing. To grasp it within your hand as if it was a tangible item. That was what she did. Made fantasies into living things. From within her palm she held a single rose petal. It was enough to cause life, and yet with it being plucked from the main flower it was wilting quickly. She dropped it as if she had lost interest. The blue eyed beauty walked within the confines that housed Diabolique, her creater. A gaelic smile shone on her face, but it did not make it to the coldness of her eyes. She had no words to spill from her crimson lips, a fury of deliciousness and temptation. One whom could never be touched. Dressed in the same black corsetted dress she floated across the room as if her feet could not be bothered to walk, but she was. Dainty, and <c>
la_harlequine_noire (7/24/2007 5:01:42 AM): ithe, but strong and unmerciful she watched him with curious eyes.
the_diabolique_harlequin (7/24/2007 5:06:06 AM): As he worked; several of his dark strands began to take on the colour of silver and white. The very colour bleeding away from first one strand of his hair; then another and so forth. It was like a subtle brush-fire and then exploding into a sudden chain reaction of events. He adverted his eyes away from the ruby shard and placed it upon the table in front of him. A band of onyx metal lay before him and he picked it up and began to inscribe an ancient language around the outside. Starting from the left and working his way around toward the right hand side. he repeated the process several times before the inscription would be complete. He knew his child was close. He could feel her eyes watching his every move. " You stare like your world depends on it," he said.<E>
la_harlequine_noire (7/24/2007 5:11:13 AM): She pursed her lips together, not impressed by his tone, nor statement. But with a casual shrug of her shoulders she brushed the comment off. "My world depends on nothing." she said, that same voice never reaching over a whisper as she turned her eyes away. Would her eyes find something more interesting to rest upon. Digits lazily trailing over the smoothness of the table. She was easily bored, and needed something to occupy her time. She could annoy Dia, but she didn't necessarily think that was a good idea. "Unless you have something better for me to do, I suggest staring is all I can do. Lest you change that."
the_diabolique_harlequin (7/24/2007 5:15:19 AM): He looked up from hsi work; and brough the onyx band closer to his face for inspection and blew away the remenants of the etched metal shaving from the engraved text. A subtle motion caused his head to turn ever so slightly. To one's shock; his features were slowly changing. Becoming more feminine and less imposing. " You could be studying your lessons," he said as his sinister voice began to crack; dropping down through the registers of sound like an elevator car snapped from its cable and plummetting its occupants to their death. With a gesture he pointed along a wall of his blackened shadowy lair. An entire librabry of books were contained in such nothingness that seemed to appear with nothing more than a thought from his mind. <E>
la_harlequine_noire (7/24/2007 5:19:58 AM): Her brow furrowed. "Now what fun would that be? I'd rather annoy my creator." She said with a faint smile. She noticed his changes, but paid them no mind due to the fact that something was always going on with Dia. Besides, she was a visual learner, she needed speech, not words to teach her. She leaned forward, elbows propping up her head as she watched him intently. She'd never thought of him like that, but there was one thing she wanted to learn from him. Seduction. To master it's dark grip, be able to strangle someone with it. "Mm, but you're going to teach me." She said. It wasn't a request. Was she pushing his buttons intentionally?
the_diabolique_harlequin (7/24/2007 5:28:39 AM): A single once dark brow; now turning pale lofted at her request. Which sounded more like a demand. His eyes turned away and he began a second inscription along the inside of the band itself. Its exact meaning and purpose were unknown to all save for himself. Several more passes were made over the ancient language; carving them deep into the blackened material. " Am I? Now aren't we the bold one," he shot back with. Even though his voice had become nothing more than an almost whisper; it still rang with authority. Strong were each pronounced word as it slipped from his still growing wicked tongue. Silver coated and very deadly. Like a carefully wielded dagger. His words were almost sharp enough to cut through and into the flesh itself. His changes continued to occur. <E>
la_harlequine_noire (7/24/2007 5:32:38 AM): She was bold. But whom was there to stop her? He was nose deep in something and she, well she was a precocious being. She didn't make requests, she layed demands, Either they were met, or they were ignored, but her voice would be heard. She turned her back towards him, resting the lower part against the table as she inspected her nails. "Come now, if I was the spry young lady, I would have interested you, now would I?" She said. She did as she pleased, roamed where she wanted. Pressing off the table, bored with what he was doing she wandered towards a chair. Plopping her body into it, skirt layed about her body gracefully as she folded her arms in her lap. The changes he was partaking it, were quite amusing as his whole visage started to change. Hm. Had he actually gotten attractive?
the_diabolique_harlequin (7/24/2007 5:42:42 AM): It wasn't the fact that he hadn't notcied the changes; but ignored them for the time being as he worked on his little project. His eyes flashed a dangerous glow as she mentioned something about a young woman. His lips tightened and he all but bit his tongue. Literally biting down upon the soft tissue until the point of no return; when the actual smooth wet flesh was penetrated with a self inflicted wound. And the dark blood swelled up with life its own and filled the warm cavern of his mouth. It was thick. And rich with absolute power. It trickled down the back of his throat as he worked upon the ring. " And what is it you want to learn about," he asked as a small rivulet of blood escaped and dripped down his chin. Creating a crimson tear stain down the even more paled skin. <E>
la_harlequine_noire (7/24/2007 5:47:44 AM): She looked at that single droplet as if it were sweet candy. She'd never tasted anything since she had been changed, and the curiousity made her hands curl into the chair to keep her body from moving. "Clean yourself up, then we shall talk." she said, a throaty whisper stating the hardness of keeping her actions off of Dia. What did she want to learn? What he was doing right now, and not even on purpose. The single drop of blood on his skin was enough to make the girls back arch, but unnoticeably to him. "You've yet to teach me anything, Dia." she said, softly looking away.
the_diabolique_harlequin (7/24/2007 5:52:36 AM): Who was she to be giving him orders? She who was just a mere child. His eyes darted back and forth from his creation to his Harlette. His eyes seemed to harden into a stare that could have sent chills down the spine of even the devout of worshipping servants. A look of expression from such a now changed and almost innocent appearing face; to radiate such evil was astonishing. One could swear by his new and yet old appearance; that the Devil himself had been freed from his fiery cage and set loose upon mankind yet again. Even more so was his eyes. Those pale oculars which seemed to have no distinctive colour; but seemed to absorb the light and create a different shine from their surroundings. " You've let to even learn your place..." Ice cold. So cold. Yet alluring. <E>
la_harlequine_noire (7/24/2007 6:04:39 AM): She wanted to close her eyes, but instead she cursed at him. "Don't speak to me in such a tone." She was finding it hard to compose herself. She flung herself out and away from him, from that once comfortable chair, to be in the confines of somewhere where he couldn't touch her, and she couldn't touch him. It was forbidden. Why in god's name now did she want to touch him. It was confusing her, and she didn't like it one bit. "You will stop that, Dia. I am not a plaything. Do not go casting your wiles on me." She would work hard to keep her composure, but she had a compulsion to just touch his skin, taste that blood that dared to mar his flesh. She was now begining to get angry.
the_diabolique_harlequin (7/24/2007 6:09:41 AM): Oh yes. The blood. That very same tear drop had reached the space just above his calvicle and suddunely dropped over the edge and made a slow and deliberate descent down the front of his chest. Like a child painting with scarlet paint on an otherwise blank and empty pale white canvas. It traces down between the pectoral muscles. Hard and firm; as his body rorganized itself from memories stored away inside the vast chambers of his mind. The mutating cells within his body; the plague recreating the very form of which he had began this journey into darkness with. But death had stolen it away from him; and now. Now it was seemed fit to be returned. " Still thy blabbering tongue, child." Another chilled breath pushed out venomous words. The shadows reacted; slithering forward. <E>
la_harlequine_noire (7/24/2007 6:15:21 AM): Her nails dug crescent marks within her palms as her tried to keep herself still. She watched that blood drop, her eyes intent on the course it was making down his chest. Her tongue was lashing out at her teeth from within her mouth. It was sweet insanity, and yet she was doing her best to stay right where she was. But one foot moved, a step was taken in his direction. He was doing this purposely, to test her will, so far it was working, but she wanted to yank back his hair and lick his chest upwards. "Still thy own tongue, Dia. I am not going to fall into your so blatantly obvious trap."
the_diabolique_harlequin (7/24/2007 6:19:55 AM): His eyes had turned back to the final phase and carvings of the black and almost sinister ring. The blood had been forgotten by his mind alone. But it continued its senseless trail down over his abodomen; seeking out and following the very contures of those sleek muscles that seemed to have been hand picked and carved from the very source of marble material. It traveled through the indentation that was his naval; where it lost most of its momentum; and what little that had managed to escape silently caressed downward until it vanished and splattered against the waist of his leather breeches. Its legacy left behind. A tantalizing trap to ensnare the senses. The Diabolique Harelquin raised his left hand as he set the ring aside; and the shadows came whipping around; thickening. <E>
la_harlequine_noire (7/24/2007 6:28:51 AM): She stared at him with a blank face, that blood drop now far from her reach and she was not about to dive within his pants. But then again, she grinned. She walked closer to him, the sound of rustling skirts lost in translation as she dared to trail a finger through that streak that his blood had left against his pale complected chest. She raised the digit to her mouth and suckled the liquid off. Despite it not being what she was after, she got what she wanted. She then turned her back on him, oblivious to his antics. Or so she thought as she couldn't help but want to turn her head to look at him. BUt her back was held rigid, and she was not going to do it, no matter how strong that god damn compulsion was. He may have been her maker, but that was where she would draw the line.
the_diabolique_harlequin (7/24/2007 6:34:28 AM): It was only by his own sheer will that she was allowed to get so ever close to him. There was not a sound that would escape his lips as she trailed her finger upwards across the near perfected flesh. It was still in a transforming state; not quite complete; but it neared the end of its altering state. His eyes narrowed. " Do not touch me again... I will let it slip this once. But next time. Do control yourself. Its the first lesson in seduction." She had failed her first lesson. He had just shown her one of the most powerful weapons in an ever changing arsenal. Control. It was the fundamental building block upon the foundation of her ability would begin. His attention went back to the ring. Focused as the last bit of pain settled through his still changing body. <E>
la_harlequine_noire (7/24/2007 6:44:18 AM): -For the moment, all she could think about was what she just did. Granted she broke a rule, but the reward highly outweighed the consequences. Atleast for the moment. If she really wanted to, she could fight his will. It'd be hard, but she could. But she couldn't help the fact that she had just touched the most ominous being she had ever layed eyes on. She had heard his words, they filtered through her conciousness, but there would be a next time.-