Come, rain!

Tension filled

Water brimming

The air begins to pulse with electricity

The energy that precedes violence

Come rain, wash out the lines of grime

Fill the gutters with spite and discarded life

Come rain! Save us from the stagnant heat

Trapped in clothes, fibres of our beings

Offering a cool release from our strife

I offer my face to the heavens to receive

With eyes closed and arms outstretched

The dots begin to dot my face





5 seconds…

5 seconds.

5 seconds the idea is born.

5 seconds the charecter is there

5 seconds he is clothed and equipped

5 seconds his world takes shape, size, structure, items, scenery.

5 seconds a flashback occurs, staging the event.

5 seconds we have an island in limbo,

5 seconds the town is built

5 seconds centuries pass

5 seconds history begins to fill

5 seconds is all it takes.

5 seconds creates life

5 seconds destroys a world.

Throne of Hell 3- Ending

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Sheena sat in her Realm, tail curled around her legs and the body of another man drained of life and soul sprawled out on the floor before her.

She was growing tired of the same thing now, seduce an idiot with power and… Feminine wiles, bring him to her Realm, a quick ride and he gave her all she needed.

The chance to absorb his soul and life.

It didnt matter who it was, she had bedded slaves, traders, soldiers and kings.

Even a legendary hero once or twice, much to the dislike of the effervescants, but she didnt care.

They couldnt touch her if they tried.

With a deep sigh, she examined the Realm, all twenty square feet of it, laid out exactly how she liked it.

The bed, with its luxurious sheets made from the rarest of fabrics, and something only available in Minerva, the Demon world.

A silk so soft that it felt like waters touch, refreshing and yet keeping you dry at the same time.

Pink linen drapes around the “walls” bordered the area, suggestively tinted and parted to resemble…

It all added to the effects that she had on men.

And yet she grew bored.

Seducing men was easy, her powers allowed her to be seen how they wanted her to be seen. She was a sexual chameleon with a taste for mens souls, and a talent for seduction.

Yet surely there was more to life then this?

She headed from her realm, destroying the body of her last victim casually with a flick that produced an incinerating flame, burning it to ash that blew away into the voids that surrounded the realm.

There were no walls, only black canvasses that showed stars and galaxies, all manner of constellations and other bodies of mystery to humans.

She stepped out into the Cortex, a red tinted spiral of floating symbols and objects that hovered in the air.

She walked away, unimpressed by the hovering structure and out into the city of Minerva.

A bustling city of greed, violence and obscure structure.

It surrounded a castle, thr cortex being the only other long lasting structure in the entire city, everything else was ramshackle and battered.

Demons tended to avoid the city if they had a realm of their own, only coming here when absolutely necessary.

She wandered through the streets, heading towards the castle. Passing beggars and mangled bodies of crippled demons that had fallen from glory.

There was one rule in the city.

You make it out or you die.

A large circle gleamed above the city, casting a silver glow upon everything that remained stationery, fires lit certain paths up as best they could, but nothing could bring light truly to this world.

She knew where she was going, and it wasnt the castle. This time it was to the Forbidden sector, “forbidden for their own protection” they had always been told.

But it made no difference.

Nobody enforced the law and often demons entered and never came back.

She was determined to find out what happened their, even if it meant never returning to her realm.

“Stop, succubus. Where dyu think your going?”

A scratchy voice jerked from the shadows.

Sheena stopped and looked towards the shadow.

Suddenly the area flooded with skinny, ragged bodies, grey in colour with yellow eyes.

They piled out with incredible speed, throwing themselves at her feet, she stepped back but found that they flooded faster then she could move and was soon blocked in by a sea of bodies that blocked the entire street.

One hopped out amidst the waves and crouched bear her, a strange flickering haze around his head gave him the look of being behind fogged glass.

“Reckon you could handle all of us? I can see… see your power… yes. See what you arrrrrrrrre….”

She pulled but it was no use, they covered her completely.

She felt hands grabbing at her flesh, sliding their cold hands across her bare skin, searching and grabbing for something that they could take…

The demon drew close to her face, breath stinging her face as he got there, poisoning her lungs with its filth.

“You need all… of these to capture me? Im on my own… take me yourself…”

He laughed, a raking sound that bit at her ears.

“You are right… i should have… first go…”

His eyes stayed glowing yellow yet she could feel his gaze scraping across her.

The tide of bodies parted suddenly and dropped her to her feet. They stood on either side of her as a fat green creature revealed itself, short in stature with a bulbous belly and rubbery skin.

It has a smattering of hair on its head and enormous yellow eyes that glowed with an orange ring around the yellow that resonated with the grey swarm.

It licked its lips and walked towards her, a greed in its massive eyes she had seen over a thousand times.

She was aware of the wall of bodies staring at her as the creature neared.

She was no  stranger to people watching, the years she had spent bedding people had meant she saw numerous parties where she had claimed souls all around. Even some women, but they where difficult to capture… unless they where willing.

She dropped to her knees and began to crawl towards the creature, this many people under his control, he was obviously into this form of seduction.

She looked up, trying her best to be what he wanted… crawling across the street, she tried to block out the hundreds of bodies that could pounce on her in a second should it go wrong, and even she couldnt guarantee that she would get out of that…

His eyes widened as she neared, staying in her knees, a smile cracked on his face as she got closer and closer, he could feel her warmth, the heat from her breath as she edged closer and closer.

She could practically feel the effort it was putting in to not give in to her, when suddenly her head was wrenched back and she was face to face with him, a smile cracked upon his face as he held her, staring at her panicked face. He knew what she was doing, and had caught her off guard. Then began to use his hypnosis on her, bearing down into her eyes, looking for the anchor point to lodge his thoughts in.

“St… stop… you dont…” she breathed in, a scared, fear filled lungful of air as she felt him probing around her mind.

She dodged as much as she could, twisting and turning, flashing thought after thought before his vision, trying anything possible to get him to anchor to something she could afford to lose when.

“Got you.”

He snared a thought. A deep thought, one of the deepest. Thoughts or memories she could have possibly shown.

The day she broke into the world.

He saw it all, the tear in the sack, the first breath she breathed, the lights, sounds, smells, the fear as she saw her brothers and sisters all about to turn on her as a power struggle.

She was his.

An elated feeling blew up inside him.

Never had he ever thought about capturing a succubus. With this as an ally, he could take a castle for himself… maybe even get his own realm…

His mind wandered far from the original thought of conquering her and began to imagine himself as the leader of a demon army, all under his control and free to do as he wished.

Then a strange feeling came through the fog of his mind, as though four black spikes stuck up through the dreams, mountains blocking his vision of glory.

They grew in size as he snapped back to reality, the pain grew in intensity. She was standing above him now, fear had left and the yellow glow of influence began to fade from her eyes.

It became hard to breathe, drawing in a harsh breath, he felt her move her fingers behind his tongue and at the bavk of his head.

He gagged a little, catching sight of his army of ragged beings as they fell in a swathe of death.

She grabbed something hard at the back of his head and twisted sharply, a satisfying crack issued from his mouth and his eyes dulled.

She felt the wind pick up around her as his power transferred to her. She already had the power of influence, but having more power was never a bad thing.

She retracted her hands from the disgusting creatures body and let it fall to the floor amidst the pile of grey flesh.

She continued on her journey, unfazed by the creature and its tide of grey beings when, his face flashed before her eyes. Its gleaming eyes pierced into her brain, a sharp spike of pain ran through her head. She raised a hand to her head reactively, a bark of pain issued from her mouth.

That thing had poisoned a memory, even though it was a false one, he had anchored into her mind. He may be dead but his influence had stung deeply into her mind. She shook her head and continued onwards to the Forbidden place.

Oa reached the top of the hill and stood at upon a mound of dirt, ahead of him was a smoothed clearing leading up to the structure. Two large creatures stood ahead, both powerful and muscular in structure, strange horned heads and thickly furred legs with stumped feet. They stared at the floor, almost as if they were waiting for a challenger to approach them.

Oa knew this would kill him, but he skidded down the dirt mound to the clearing and began a steady walk towards the beasts before him.

Suddenly, the sky exploded with a horrendous flapping noise, thousands of beating, flesh coloured wings filled his vision. He raised his hands up, aware of the beating wings whipping around on all sides. Swinging his arms, felt like he was fighting the wind as they came thick and fast. He was blinded by the sheer ferocity of the creatures, his sight flashed but he just about made out the creatures from earlier, covered in thin fleshy strands of creatures, tearing and ripping at their skin as they tried in vain to fight them off. He closed his eyes and lashed out in every direction, spinning and twisting as his blows landed and smashed through creatures all around him. Suddenly he felt them land on him and begin biting and pulling at his flesh.

Sheena stood in the entrance of the Forbidden Place, a large cavern that refused to let light escape its depths. With a deep breath, she stepped over the boundary and headed down into the darkness.

It took very little time to come across the centre, but she had no idea what to expect. It was another cortex.

Smaller, bluer and considerably quieter, she was astounded by its weird familiarity. The symbols and structures that floated where totally different, strange scripture marked on the stones. As she approached, they began to vibrate nervously. If this is like the other Cortex, then it should work like…

She reached up into the quivering airborne scales and came within a hairs width of touching a tile when a golden glow appeared at her side. It shimmered and danced like flames, calling her to its embrace. She positioned herself before it, this bizarre twisting, pulsing window. Its glow and warmth breathed on her like hot breath, yet she couldnt draw herself away. Peering through, she could just about make out a fire, there was someone standing on the other side of the flames, but they refused to abate or reveal who it was.

Out of nowhere, a skeletal figure sprinted past her, blackened, rusted sword raised above its head, through the window towards the one behind the flames. Is this the Mortal realm? How can this have been created there?

The portal flickered as the Screamer ran through the flames and then quickly exploded into shards. Sheena watched with more amazement as the one behind the flames simply lowered his arm and stared forwards. The portal again began to flicker and fade as she made eye contact with the creature on the other side.

She sensed the power that emanated from his soul, just by looking into his eyes. It was a mortal, or at least… possibly a mortal. However she couldnt quite make him out. He seemed to be a large, black winged demon, black spikes and tendrils sticking out in various angles. But the eyes… they were unmistakeably human, even with the rest of its appearance…

She vowed that she would find them again. No matter what.

Valkyn breathed a sigh of relief. That was too close, if his magic had faltered at any point. He would be dead. Now who was that woman in there?

Throne of Hell 2

Nameless, he had chosen this himself as it was written in to every demons soul that they do not get names until they begin to become powerful.

He scraped amongst the barren, blackened rocks towards the smooth structure. A purple cloud hung over the opposite side of the valley, occasional sparks of white crackled across the sky as the valley pulsed and throbbed away with its own beating rhythmn. Applying a strange heartbeat to the scene.

He clawed at ash and brick as he scaled a small hill towards, when three dots flickered near his hand.
Suddenly the dirt erupted into a body and landed near him, scuttling around with its bizarre limbs.
Nameless rose up quickly, looking around for something to kill this creature with, its bizarre face spun and twisted different ways. Dots lighting up on its face as it span and focussed on him.

A smile cracked its face in two parts, sharp, jagged teeth stared back, a lashing tongue whipped forwards.
It emitted a hissing sound and began to speak.
“Haaaaaaa… fresh… you will feed Oa… you will sate Oas need…”
Nameless backed away, this thing crawled towards him steadily, refusing to let up.
He pressed against a wall behind him.
He felt on either side, scratching for a rock, something to fight back with somehow.

“No… essssscape!”
It placed its hands on either side of him and opened its mouth wide above his head.
In a second, Nameless pushed forwards, launching into the body of Oa.
They crashed around on the floor, spilling away from the wall, Oa screeching with frustration as it writhed on its back.
Nameless was up faster and swung a kick at the creatures head, crashing into its face.

Again the creature flipped over, struggling to get onto its feet, nameless straddled its chest, pushing down as many arms as he could with his legs.
He grabbed the creatures mouth, finding gaps between its teeth, however one of his fingers lingered above one, he began to pull and push, forcing its jaws apart.

The creature named Oa was no stranger to pain. It was born the same way as every other demon, however it had one advantage.
It had more arms then other demons.
It had learnt very quickly how to use that to its advantage, smothering other demons, crushing their bones with little effort.
He began to find new demons too easy to slay, simple crush and bleed outs. He had begun to want to move forward… he had enough power now, what could stop him?
But then a stocky Freshborn wondered into his clearing and he had thought
“1 more before we move on…”

Nameless pushed harder and harder, the arms now beating and thudding at the floor, trying to fight anyway that it could…
With a final push it managed to snap its jaws shut, slicing off a finger of its attacker.
Nameless roared in agony, and pulled with incredible strength, tearing the beast called Oa into three different sections.
The top and bottom half of its head now lay seperate from the body, which continued to beat around, nameless stood up from the creature as its arms continued to thrash and slap the floor.
He watched as it writhed, dragging a volume of black blood towards the Valley.
It rode off the edge of the ground and landed with a sizzling splash into the lava below.

Nameless stood near the piles of blackened dirt, staring at the parts that lay before him.
A wind blew all around him suddenly engulfing him a refreshing blast, wnergizing him to his core. He felt a surge inside as symbols formed before him carvinf the air with a golden glow.

He finally had a name.
And that name was

(Oh- a)

Throne of hell

Three disfgured shapes stood, staring at the centerpiece throne amidst a black room lit up by flowing lava that poured out of two gaping holes on the wall.
Vicious columns pierced the floor and penetrated the roof violently, as if they had shot out of the floor with the sheer intention of causing damage to the ceiling.
It fitted the world however, this violent decoration, as suvh was the way of things here.

The moment a demon is born, it has to fight for its own survival against the souls that crawl out of the pit with it.
For when they are “born” they are shapeless creatures that drag themselves from hot black ooze they form inside.
They then have to create themselves using whatever they can find.

One broke the silence, its broken voice assessed the situtation.
“So he’s dead then?”
The others stared at the grotesque head that had been placed upon the seat.
Someone had placed this here, someone trying to be clever, however it would not play out that way…

His fingers hit dirt. Immediately and instictively he pulled at the ground, dragging himself towards the heat and light. The ooze covered his face, he struggled to breathe but he only pulled against the thick layer across his face.
He flipped over onto his back, panic racing through him as he tore at his face.
It wouldnt break.
Nothing he did allowed it to give, the lights before him a haze of colour, something stepped into his vision, reached down and grabbed him up.

Nameless lifted the defenceless creature and hurled it back into the ooze that it had emerged from.
It wasnt a lot, but the life he took from that thing would extend his own power by a little.
He had slain five so far, one or two had escaped inyo the world, but he would find them soon enough.
Nameless looked across the Valley, and made out a few odd mountains.
They where smooth with parts that looked to be made from the things that come from the ground.

He was still new, still learning.
A screech came from overhead, he ducked behind some rocks and watched as several creatures flapped overhead. They had long thin bodies and almost seemed to be in pain as they flew over him.

They flapped high above him and headed towards one of the smaller mountains.
Cautiously, he began a pursuit and entered into his own legend…

The Branches

Ok, now bear with me.

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We get together.
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