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Bob Biter · 11-11-2003, 04:38 PM

Lying on the frozen ground, Szanod couldn't help but to smile. One by one, these beings were discovering their true nature. One by one, they were peeling back the false layers they had covered their eyes with and started to see the truth.

Koorittou was making his way away from him, but he needed to know something first. Suddenly, black, ectoplasmic tentacles emerged from the cracked areas of his armour and reached for the ice man swiftly. Securing him, they pulled him back to where Szanod was now standing and held him within inches of his face.

Koorittou didn't feel the intense pain that Kuaiji experienced when he was in Szanod's embrace. Instead, he felt a languid longing for surcease. Looking into Szanod's eyes, he saw that the orange glow had faded slightly and even took on a blueish tint.

"You feel it now, don't you Koorittou. Regret... failure. Let it seep through your body and witness that which I had to face all of these millenia..."

Koorittou was suddenly pulled into Szanod's body. He found himself in a desolate place: nothing but charred rock and a cloudy, blood red sky with a faint orange light in the distance, as if the sun was perpetually setting. Then, he saw him. Szanod was standing in front of one of the gates of the Netherworld. Even though he wasn't in it, he could feel the horrible, mind-numbing, soul-crushing torment its residents suffered constantly.
Their numbers were pressed up against the cold, barbed bars of the gates, making them bulge and twist, longing for a release that would never come.

A great swell of desperation washed over Koorittou. He fell to his knees and knew this was the price he would have to pay for desecrating his charge.

As he looked up, Szanod was gone. He then felt a strong hand lift him up and turn him around. The guardian's face was just as he first remembered it, all blazing orange eyes and grim determination. His voice was cavernous and wet.

"This is the last thing that those I break get to see before they tear their own eyes from their sockets to escape the sights past these gates. You are ready to go there, I can feel it. In using your demon side, you cursed your land and now you seek reparation. Don't think you are alone, many of your kind, as well as angels, have fallen before me and stepped in the Netherworld as shattered and hollow husks in order to make amends for their sins. However, there is no hope in the Netherworld, no surcease, no escape. Only those who completely surrender their mind and soul can glimpse a chance for release, but those that do only come back as shrieking wrecks who long to be destroyed once again."

Turning Koorittou back to face the gates, Szanod continued:

"But there is another way, a way that no one has chosen before in this place. The angel entity known as Matt knows it, but his is only a half measure. That way is sacrifice. Give your power to someone, so that they may undo what you have done, then you may know peace. The transfer might kill you, but your death will be a mortal one devoid of the stain of sin and regret. Everyone to whom I offered the choice has refused it, for fear that their strengths might once again be used for evil. Cowards all, I broke them utterly and sent them to their doom. Are you one of those cowards, ice demon? Do you know yourself enough? Or are you ready to feel pain unlike any you've ever felt, which would make your previous mistake seem like a victory?"

Koorittou could not believe what he was hearing, but he could not deny it. Perhaps this demon was not pure evil after all.

"I'm waiting."

11-11-2003, 04:38 PM	#117 (permalink)
Bob Biter Non-smokers die everyday Location: Montreal	Lying on the frozen ground, Szanod couldn't help but to smile. One by one, these beings were discovering their true nature. One by one, they were peeling back the false layers they had covered their eyes with and started to see the truth. Koorittou was making his way away from him, but he needed to know something first. Suddenly, black, ectoplasmic tentacles emerged from the cracked areas of his armour and reached for the ice man swiftly. Securing him, they pulled him back to where Szanod was now standing and held him within inches of his face. Koorittou didn't feel the intense pain that Kuaiji experienced when he was in Szanod's embrace. Instead, he felt a languid longing for surcease. Looking into Szanod's eyes, he saw that the orange glow had faded slightly and even took on a blueish tint. "You feel it now, don't you Koorittou. Regret... failure. Let it seep through your body and witness that which I had to face all of these millenia..." Koorittou was suddenly pulled into Szanod's body. He found himself in a desolate place: nothing but charred rock and a cloudy, blood red sky with a faint orange light in the distance, as if the sun was perpetually setting. Then, he saw him. Szanod was standing in front of one of the gates of the Netherworld. Even though he wasn't in it, he could feel the horrible, mind-numbing, soul-crushing torment its residents suffered constantly. Their numbers were pressed up against the cold, barbed bars of the gates, making them bulge and twist, longing for a release that would never come. A great swell of desperation washed over Koorittou. He fell to his knees and knew this was the price he would have to pay for desecrating his charge. As he looked up, Szanod was gone. He then felt a strong hand lift him up and turn him around. The guardian's face was just as he first remembered it, all blazing orange eyes and grim determination. His voice was cavernous and wet. "This is the last thing that those I break get to see before they tear their own eyes from their sockets to escape the sights past these gates. You are ready to go there, I can feel it. In using your demon side, you cursed your land and now you seek reparation. Don't think you are alone, many of your kind, as well as angels, have fallen before me and stepped in the Netherworld as shattered and hollow husks in order to make amends for their sins. However, there is no hope in the Netherworld, no surcease, no escape. Only those who completely surrender their mind and soul can glimpse a chance for release, but those that do only come back as shrieking wrecks who long to be destroyed once again." Turning Koorittou back to face the gates, Szanod continued: "But there is another way, a way that no one has chosen before in this place. The angel entity known as Matt knows it, but his is only a half measure. That way is sacrifice. Give your power to someone, so that they may undo what you have done, then you may know peace. The transfer might kill you, but your death will be a mortal one devoid of the stain of sin and regret. Everyone to whom I offered the choice has refused it, for fear that their strengths might once again be used for evil. Cowards all, I broke them utterly and sent them to their doom. Are you one of those cowards, ice demon? Do you know yourself enough? Or are you ready to feel pain unlike any you've ever felt, which would make your previous mistake seem like a victory?" Koorittou could not believe what he was hearing, but he could not deny it. Perhaps this demon was not pure evil after all. "I'm waiting." __________________ A plan is just a list of things that don't happen. Last edited by Bob Biter; 11-11-2003 at 04:46 PM..