Reaper's Girl

The Darkness Unfolding... The Shadow...(edited)

Hey, my lovely freaks. Been up to something no good recently? I hope so. Finally got the damn old portable PC going so I could terorize your day with this little jewel. Hope you like it and I announce that the two people having voted for the lst chapter are the best people in the whole world for me. Love you! Get ready to hit the ground running and good reading to you.

~biscuits...

   The darkness surrounded the huge hall. IT was sitting on the large throne-like armchair at the end of a huge wooden table. Shadows swirled around IT as if alive, darker than the deepest black of the night. There were creatures crouched in the shadows. Ugly gargoyle faces were looking in its direction. The time has come.

   - My most loyal creatures, - the voice suddenly raised. It was sweet, dark and awful, like a rotten fruit. - The time has come for us to claim the power that belongs to us since the beginning of time! We will take the life of this planet, every damn living-soul, and we will feed our dimension with their infinite suffering, as we'll break and rape, and mutilate the life out of them and we will bring them back to life. The Dawn is back to this world and this time we'll take her to us faultlessly. You all know the details of my plan and your place in it. Do your part and WE will deliver what was promised. The Darkness will rule and Oblivion will become the strongest of realms, Do What Thou Wish will be the only law. Go, go and make the worlds tremble under your feet,- the creature laughed, all of the world’s insanity and cruelty reflecting in the awful sound of equally ugly laughter of the creatures surrounding IT. They puffed out from existence and the only sound was the ragged breathing of the creature in the throne.

   - I'll have you,- he whispered to the empty room, voice full of hate and venom.- You will be mine and nothing he can do to help you nor will it stop me from taking you for myself.

   The daemon puffed out of the existence and his dark presence slowly eased out of the now almost empty room.

   There was a soft sound of heavy-leather boots on the dust covered floor. A lone figure of a man emerged from one corner. His cloacks' hood pushed well forward to cover his face. Rays of dim moonlight glanced off of a long silvery object in his hand. He came straight for the throne-like chair. There was a loud whistling sound of air slicing under a well sharpened blade, and the armchair fell in two equal-sized half’s. The man retracted gracefully from a lunge and breathed out raggedly. The daemon and his kin never felt his presence, he was here all the time and knew all and every detail of this plan. The gust of wind from the smashed windows blew the hood from his face and he welcomed it's cold caress on his heated, anger-flushed face. His dark, handsome features were largely dominated by the deep-blue eyes, his face was slightly angular, with sharp planes, all topped with a rough three days beard. He was easily over seven feet and a half high, his large and lean body bulged with perfectly shaped muscles, made more for speed than brute force. There was certainty in his stance, he held himself like a warrior. He breathed in deeply, letting the cool wind wash over him and push away the maddening anger he felt deep in his heart and soul.

   - I won't let you have her, - he stated to the empty room. - You will never touch her again. Not while I'm still alive and breathing.

   There was a sudden sound of flapping wings and a single crow flew out from the abandoned church.

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               The bathroom door opened and Alice stepped out drying her hair with the towel. She wore a pajama pants and a skin-tight t-shirt reading 'What you're looking at?' with artfully drawn Grim Reaper pointing his middle finger to the one reading the inscription. Daren had to hide a smile. This was just so much Alice that he couldn't think of someone else wearing it. He got up from the loveseat, where he tried, unsuccessfully, to not think of her body, water and what would he do to her, if she'd let him.