Chaos is God in a system of true disorder. And I seek to my title of God, I have no care for whoever crumples to nothing in my persuit to achieve such.
In the coming of a cruel time, one must remember that a relished sermon cannot win over nations without the honouring of thyself.-APalace Of Ulric labyrinths, Elvira Crest.
࿐SCARLET࿐ |South Hezkeil-??| |Myers harbrin|
SCARLET AWOKE in a pool of cold sweat, the murky coldness of his unusual dream contaminating his skin in chilly distress. A fitful groan escaped his lips as he lifted his head from its uncomfortable hanging position. It took him a second to register the gilded binds that held both his arms and legs in place.
"It would be wise to not attempt anything bold in your predicament. Those bonds are for more than just holding people in place," a voice drawled.
Scarlet snapped his head in the direction of the voice, not even realising the other person sitting in the corner of the closed and metallic room with him.
A young woman with enthralling umber skin was tucked in the corner, perched beside the entrance with a figure that was vastly illuminated by the hanging lights that glowed a sterile white. She wore a delicate white homespun sundress that reached just above her ankles. Golden star-like embroidery decorated the soft tips that slid across her legs. It was as if an angel had seized human form-adorning and flaunting her invisible wings through the white of her robes and the gold that weeded sweetly in between the black of her coiled hairs.
"It wouldn't be much of a first impression if you were tortured senselessly, now would it?"
When Scarlet finally spoke, his voice came out dried and injured. "Where the hell am I?"
"You're in the Sevgi capitol, Hadak..as my guest, of course." The woman's eyes traced the gold that restrained Scarlet in a paralysing position. "But in the meantime, you are to be restrained until your intentions are cleaned up to the suiting of my people."
"Do you recall anything before my people found you?" The words came out scripted with her silver tongue. She stood, swaying her way towards him with an elegance that put the beauty of her appearance to shame. "Do you remember if any people were with you on your mission?"
His mission? Franklin had tried to kill him, had killed cherry...no,no...how could he let this happen?
The walls of his head throbbed like they were malevolently smashed apart with a hammer as another suffering wince escaped Scarlet. "What do you think?"
