Rayeth
09-16-2006, 09:29 PM
((After a long break from really roleplaying at all I found my character changing alot as he came back. This story will be darker than my others. This is the place where I will expose some of the most demented visions I have. Afterall, isnt the internet one of the only safe places where you can be yourself? We are only free when we are completely alone sadly. For anyone who has liked my writing in the past, or is a fan of this type of thing I do hope you enjoy. This comes from the mouth of my character himself. It shows the new character and the guild he is about to form. This is also an entry for the weekly contest, that is if I need to say so for it to be entered. Enjoy))
It was only yesterday I felt the few rays of light hit my skin. Out of the shell called my mother and into this nightmare. Was it? no... not a nightmare then, but darker and darker it gets every day. Will the lights never go out? Will they dim for eternity? I hope so. Six feet down wont be deep enough before I'm done with this body of mine. The philosopher is he who always asks why. They wander living poor meager lives in the eyes of the greed stricken. The materialized leeches. They are only as strong as the chains around their neck. Choking themselves. They slowly decrease the speed at which they tighten the chain to make the pain last longer. As I sit here dragging this blade across my skin I can understand why they live that way. I am the philosopher I guess. What better explanation is there for me? I only make sense to my own mind. No one else's can really comprehend what it is that I have to share, but I walk on.
I started off seeking love. It found me. A demon became the one who set my heart on fire. She was no demon. She was an angel. Heaven an hell truly can find unity! I am the devil who took the hand of the dove. Flapping her white elegant wings. Cooling me with her kiss. Does love matter to me anymore? I see her still... standing down the shore a ways. She ignores me though. Displeased... yea I don't blame her. Yet I am still cradled by her. I am still in her eyes somewhere. She dare not look into mine.
And so I stood here... in the tavern, up the stairs and behind the black door at the end of the hall. On the shore... my dreamworld. I call it the Endless Dark. My own living lucid dream. Here everything in my twisted mind becomes reality. I can do whatever I like in here. I am so very angry at my love. Should I harm her? Maybe... So then I make it so that she is near me. I look at her dark hair blowing in the silent breeze. She spoke my love did. "Rayeth..." She said in a sweet voice. My heart began crashing in my chest. I could not harm her and so I held her instead. There we sat on the beach. The sand grey and the water black. Still it is only me who can see what lies behind the shore. This endless shore... it was built for you and I Glynnia.
It is this place where my dark thoughts darken further. The thoughts I once had of sharing pleasure with her. Now as I hold her I want to make her bleed, and she knows it. Succubi are smart in the ways of love. They know the language of the heart. Speechcraft is their masterpiece... but not of words. Of feelings rather. They can use this skill to take what they want. Prey on the emotions of mortals. Or for those inclined to please... they can bring you to your knees with love. She feels my black heart pulse with hatred as her head lay on my chest and she knows. How afraid is she? I say to myself in my head. So I placed my hand upon her chest... and gently dragged my soulstealing claw across her face drawing blood. I felt her heart quicken. I liked it... and so I dug my claw deeper until a tear fell from her eye. I stopped then, realizing what I was doing. I cannot hurt her again. I must not hurt her again, but I will. I know it.
And so days later I am still sitting here. No love in my arms now. This time I have a friend before me. I call him confusion. It sat with it's legs crossed and crouched over abit. Much like I sat. It's form was sleek and black. Though it was as if there was a constant wind trying to blow him away. His dark body would float away at his shoulders as if made of smoke. His hair did the same. His face was flat and black. No features. Eerie but beautiful. Confusion looked at me and I heard a voice. It was so haunting. Smooth and enchanting, but dark. "What are you doing here?" he asked me. I'm wasting away. That is what I said... and he replied with. "You have a visitor." I do? I did... it was myself. I had come to speak with me. To my right stood me. I crouched down beside myself and looked into my eyes. Silent. I didnt say anything to myself. I was to afraid to hear the truth.
The truth was that I was completely insane. Much of my life I had killed the insane. For I was sanest of sane men. Wisest of wise men... smartest of smart men. Was I that naive? I must be getting worse. Is it wrong of me to enjoy my spiralling downfall into madness? No. It is not. It is not wrong. This... this is who I am now! I am a destroyer! A reaver and a bloodletter! Murder is my true talent. I even managed to kill myself and continue to breathe. I have died within. All that remains is the creature spewing these words right now. Screaming in his head. Burning in his heart! I have nothing left to do but get worse and worse. Darker and Darker. The name of my heaven is appropriate for it is here that I shall endlessly darken both body and mind. I shall endlessly twist and corrupt myself. Burn and destroy myself! Bleed myself of every last good memory and thought. I must lose it all if I am to lose myself. Yes I'm giving in and I love it. I love every moment of this.
And so I lay here in the sand. Grasping it and letting it flow through my fingers. Singing softly to myself of all the terrible things I want to do. Just making up the words as I go to some unknown melody. Among all the desires bubbling up from the thick tar that lines my soul one of them I really enjoy. I want to worm my way into the lives of those around me and slowly make them kill themselves and everyone around them. I can murder without harming a soul... Can I? Hurting them all is good for me. Up in the sky of this world flashes visions of mine. What I see now brings my love to tears but it brings a smile to my face. I see a beast tearing itself out of my chest so it may feed. It begins it's course by burrowing down into the ground. Moments later men and women... and children are quickly pulled underground. The humans in their city begin crying out for help from the guard, but the guard cannot see what has happened. As the next victim is pulled under a geiser of blood fires up from where it had been taken. As the blood spreads out it is seen that bones and flesh are left all around. Entrails decorating bystanders for only a brief moment before panic begins. They are pulled under one by one untill the city has been bathed in the makeup of their citizens. Is that what lurks inside of me waiting to go on a rampage?
It's hard to say what I have become. My opinion is obviously biased. I feel nothing wrong with the way I am. So confusion visited me again. He told me he was lost. Typical of him. Always confused. Down the shore we walked for miles and miles. Days went by and we still walked. Finally he turned to me. "Why are you wasting time?" He asked me.
Wasting time... I am wasting time. It's time I got back to the real world I thought. So the black door opened for me a way back into the tavern I had spent so much time in. Ah... the sweet smell of blood came rushing to my senses. It was then that I noticed the wood around me beginning to warp and die. It turned gray as I stepped on it. I got excited. My nerves started jolting and my heart pounded in my chest as I took each step. Watching it all die around me. Oh it felt so good as the satisfaction of killing the very air around me made it's way into my head, but then I felt a warm pair of arms around me and my trail of death stopped. "Rayeth... let's go get a drink." Said Glynnia. Her face only inches from mine. She made me feel calm. So we went downstairs and had ourselves a drink. Where we began to have a long talk.
Out of all the words she said to me one string of them really hit home. "I love you" she said to me. She loves me? I didn't believe her. My fists began to tighten. Liar. She was a liar... she didn't love me. She wanted to try and trick me. She wanted to enslave me so she could drag me away from my beautiful nightmares. I would not have it! So I stared into her eyes to show her how sincere I was. She got the hint as a spike of pain rushed up her spine. Then... there was so much liquid in her eyes. Why did she put water in her eyes? "Rayeth please believe me!" No! She knew I was on to her! Wait... what the hell am I doing?! I quickly drained the affliction from her body. All I felt was the sharp pain of my own claws draging themselves across my chest out of hatred for myself.
So I buried my head in my arms for hours to wake up later to the sound of nothing. The tavern was completely dead, no pun intended. So I started wandering. Out to the undercity I went. Nothing eventful there until I went to leave. In the old throne room I stumbled upon the end of an Infection meeting. The last of their words were directed to my old friend Nadea, who has been a member of Infection for as long as I knew her. They cleared out leaving her hurt and ashamed. They called her weak. They called her corrupted. They said she was no longer their leader. The meager little dartsnap was the true leader of infection they said. Dartsnap never did anything from what I saw. Dartsnap was weak. Now I think though, is Nadea any stronger?
So I stopped to talk to Nadea. A part of me felt bad for her until a terrible idea popped into my head. Haha! I thought I should learn more about why they said such things to her.
"Hello Nadea" I said. "Hello rayeth..." she responded. She then said something I already knew, but it was so glorious to hear the anguish in her voice. "I was just belittled by my entire guild" Said Nadea. I asked her why but before she could answer I smelled a sneak around me... It was dartsnap. I made it known that any evesdroppers would find me most unfriendly if discovered. Dartsnap moved further away so I could not detect her. I knew she was going to follow, so I lead nadea down to one of those candle lit hallways under the old ruins of lordaeron. It would be hard for her to sneak there. The coridor was so narrow I would be able to see her infront of me if she got within earshot. Nadea started telling me about why her guild belittled her. Nadea was guilty of caring for non forsaken individuals. I was a member of Infection early in undeath. They were strong but they had one very crucial weakness. They could not see the strength in those who were not like them. So many friends and allies they could have... so many great men and women they could have among them if not for their hatred.
I told Nadea just about the worst thing I could tell her. I told her that she was like me. She was no longer a foolish mortal like those who surround her. She was a darkbringer... a reaver a bloodletter like me. I lied of course. This was my chance to plant a seed... a bomb that would go off. I let the darkness flow from my lips with no resistance. She listened as I told her about her guild mates. How weak they were. They would never be able to see the things that she could see. They said that I had corrupted her. Good. More to fuel my fire. I told her that if she kills dartsnap Infection would bow to her. I told her that the mortals would bow before her unyielding strength. Her grim rule would conquer them and I would help her. At the end of all my attempts to darken her mind, turn her against her comrades, set her free of their rules by making her eviserate them! I failed. "I am so angry at them, but I would never hurt them." Said Nadea. I felt the defeat crawl up my spine and into my skull. I nearly blew her out of existance right there, but somehow I stopped myself from acting at all.
No one knows this darkness I have grown in my head. I'm still the same old same old on the outside. I have thought of a name for myself. A name for what I will be known as when I have swallowed the minds of many and made my power grow even more. I will be known as The Raven. My dark wings will leave a shade over the world. Invictus was my home but they have fallen apart... they have become weak like the rest of the world.
I had been out in the world too long. I had to get back to my heaven. So I walked back to the Rest In Peace and stepped beyond my black door. Up in the stairs I tried to sleep but I tossed and turned. I am capable of such terrible things. Tomorrow... I am going to begin looking for the right souls to harvest for my task. I will find them all. I will corrupt them all... I will twist and turn, break and burn them all untill they are just like me! They will be endlessly worsening... endlessly darkening like me! They will be my children... my family. They will be my army! My reavers my destroyers!
They will be Endless Dark.
Endless Dark, What have I become?
It was only yesterday I felt the few rays of light hit my skin. Out of the shell called my mother and into this nightmare. Was it? no... not a nightmare then, but darker and darker it gets every day. Will the lights never go out? Will they dim for eternity? I hope so. Six feet down wont be deep enough before I'm done with this body of mine. The philosopher is he who always asks why. They wander living poor meager lives in the eyes of the greed stricken. The materialized leeches. They are only as strong as the chains around their neck. Choking themselves. They slowly decrease the speed at which they tighten the chain to make the pain last longer. As I sit here dragging this blade across my skin I can understand why they live that way. I am the philosopher I guess. What better explanation is there for me? I only make sense to my own mind. No one else's can really comprehend what it is that I have to share, but I walk on.
I started off seeking love. It found me. A demon became the one who set my heart on fire. She was no demon. She was an angel. Heaven an hell truly can find unity! I am the devil who took the hand of the dove. Flapping her white elegant wings. Cooling me with her kiss. Does love matter to me anymore? I see her still... standing down the shore a ways. She ignores me though. Displeased... yea I don't blame her. Yet I am still cradled by her. I am still in her eyes somewhere. She dare not look into mine.
And so I stood here... in the tavern, up the stairs and behind the black door at the end of the hall. On the shore... my dreamworld. I call it the Endless Dark. My own living lucid dream. Here everything in my twisted mind becomes reality. I can do whatever I like in here. I am so very angry at my love. Should I harm her? Maybe... So then I make it so that she is near me. I look at her dark hair blowing in the silent breeze. She spoke my love did. "Rayeth..." She said in a sweet voice. My heart began crashing in my chest. I could not harm her and so I held her instead. There we sat on the beach. The sand grey and the water black. Still it is only me who can see what lies behind the shore. This endless shore... it was built for you and I Glynnia.
It is this place where my dark thoughts darken further. The thoughts I once had of sharing pleasure with her. Now as I hold her I want to make her bleed, and she knows it. Succubi are smart in the ways of love. They know the language of the heart. Speechcraft is their masterpiece... but not of words. Of feelings rather. They can use this skill to take what they want. Prey on the emotions of mortals. Or for those inclined to please... they can bring you to your knees with love. She feels my black heart pulse with hatred as her head lay on my chest and she knows. How afraid is she? I say to myself in my head. So I placed my hand upon her chest... and gently dragged my soulstealing claw across her face drawing blood. I felt her heart quicken. I liked it... and so I dug my claw deeper until a tear fell from her eye. I stopped then, realizing what I was doing. I cannot hurt her again. I must not hurt her again, but I will. I know it.
And so days later I am still sitting here. No love in my arms now. This time I have a friend before me. I call him confusion. It sat with it's legs crossed and crouched over abit. Much like I sat. It's form was sleek and black. Though it was as if there was a constant wind trying to blow him away. His dark body would float away at his shoulders as if made of smoke. His hair did the same. His face was flat and black. No features. Eerie but beautiful. Confusion looked at me and I heard a voice. It was so haunting. Smooth and enchanting, but dark. "What are you doing here?" he asked me. I'm wasting away. That is what I said... and he replied with. "You have a visitor." I do? I did... it was myself. I had come to speak with me. To my right stood me. I crouched down beside myself and looked into my eyes. Silent. I didnt say anything to myself. I was to afraid to hear the truth.
The truth was that I was completely insane. Much of my life I had killed the insane. For I was sanest of sane men. Wisest of wise men... smartest of smart men. Was I that naive? I must be getting worse. Is it wrong of me to enjoy my spiralling downfall into madness? No. It is not. It is not wrong. This... this is who I am now! I am a destroyer! A reaver and a bloodletter! Murder is my true talent. I even managed to kill myself and continue to breathe. I have died within. All that remains is the creature spewing these words right now. Screaming in his head. Burning in his heart! I have nothing left to do but get worse and worse. Darker and Darker. The name of my heaven is appropriate for it is here that I shall endlessly darken both body and mind. I shall endlessly twist and corrupt myself. Burn and destroy myself! Bleed myself of every last good memory and thought. I must lose it all if I am to lose myself. Yes I'm giving in and I love it. I love every moment of this.
And so I lay here in the sand. Grasping it and letting it flow through my fingers. Singing softly to myself of all the terrible things I want to do. Just making up the words as I go to some unknown melody. Among all the desires bubbling up from the thick tar that lines my soul one of them I really enjoy. I want to worm my way into the lives of those around me and slowly make them kill themselves and everyone around them. I can murder without harming a soul... Can I? Hurting them all is good for me. Up in the sky of this world flashes visions of mine. What I see now brings my love to tears but it brings a smile to my face. I see a beast tearing itself out of my chest so it may feed. It begins it's course by burrowing down into the ground. Moments later men and women... and children are quickly pulled underground. The humans in their city begin crying out for help from the guard, but the guard cannot see what has happened. As the next victim is pulled under a geiser of blood fires up from where it had been taken. As the blood spreads out it is seen that bones and flesh are left all around. Entrails decorating bystanders for only a brief moment before panic begins. They are pulled under one by one untill the city has been bathed in the makeup of their citizens. Is that what lurks inside of me waiting to go on a rampage?
It's hard to say what I have become. My opinion is obviously biased. I feel nothing wrong with the way I am. So confusion visited me again. He told me he was lost. Typical of him. Always confused. Down the shore we walked for miles and miles. Days went by and we still walked. Finally he turned to me. "Why are you wasting time?" He asked me.
Wasting time... I am wasting time. It's time I got back to the real world I thought. So the black door opened for me a way back into the tavern I had spent so much time in. Ah... the sweet smell of blood came rushing to my senses. It was then that I noticed the wood around me beginning to warp and die. It turned gray as I stepped on it. I got excited. My nerves started jolting and my heart pounded in my chest as I took each step. Watching it all die around me. Oh it felt so good as the satisfaction of killing the very air around me made it's way into my head, but then I felt a warm pair of arms around me and my trail of death stopped. "Rayeth... let's go get a drink." Said Glynnia. Her face only inches from mine. She made me feel calm. So we went downstairs and had ourselves a drink. Where we began to have a long talk.
Out of all the words she said to me one string of them really hit home. "I love you" she said to me. She loves me? I didn't believe her. My fists began to tighten. Liar. She was a liar... she didn't love me. She wanted to try and trick me. She wanted to enslave me so she could drag me away from my beautiful nightmares. I would not have it! So I stared into her eyes to show her how sincere I was. She got the hint as a spike of pain rushed up her spine. Then... there was so much liquid in her eyes. Why did she put water in her eyes? "Rayeth please believe me!" No! She knew I was on to her! Wait... what the hell am I doing?! I quickly drained the affliction from her body. All I felt was the sharp pain of my own claws draging themselves across my chest out of hatred for myself.
So I buried my head in my arms for hours to wake up later to the sound of nothing. The tavern was completely dead, no pun intended. So I started wandering. Out to the undercity I went. Nothing eventful there until I went to leave. In the old throne room I stumbled upon the end of an Infection meeting. The last of their words were directed to my old friend Nadea, who has been a member of Infection for as long as I knew her. They cleared out leaving her hurt and ashamed. They called her weak. They called her corrupted. They said she was no longer their leader. The meager little dartsnap was the true leader of infection they said. Dartsnap never did anything from what I saw. Dartsnap was weak. Now I think though, is Nadea any stronger?
So I stopped to talk to Nadea. A part of me felt bad for her until a terrible idea popped into my head. Haha! I thought I should learn more about why they said such things to her.
"Hello Nadea" I said. "Hello rayeth..." she responded. She then said something I already knew, but it was so glorious to hear the anguish in her voice. "I was just belittled by my entire guild" Said Nadea. I asked her why but before she could answer I smelled a sneak around me... It was dartsnap. I made it known that any evesdroppers would find me most unfriendly if discovered. Dartsnap moved further away so I could not detect her. I knew she was going to follow, so I lead nadea down to one of those candle lit hallways under the old ruins of lordaeron. It would be hard for her to sneak there. The coridor was so narrow I would be able to see her infront of me if she got within earshot. Nadea started telling me about why her guild belittled her. Nadea was guilty of caring for non forsaken individuals. I was a member of Infection early in undeath. They were strong but they had one very crucial weakness. They could not see the strength in those who were not like them. So many friends and allies they could have... so many great men and women they could have among them if not for their hatred.
I told Nadea just about the worst thing I could tell her. I told her that she was like me. She was no longer a foolish mortal like those who surround her. She was a darkbringer... a reaver a bloodletter like me. I lied of course. This was my chance to plant a seed... a bomb that would go off. I let the darkness flow from my lips with no resistance. She listened as I told her about her guild mates. How weak they were. They would never be able to see the things that she could see. They said that I had corrupted her. Good. More to fuel my fire. I told her that if she kills dartsnap Infection would bow to her. I told her that the mortals would bow before her unyielding strength. Her grim rule would conquer them and I would help her. At the end of all my attempts to darken her mind, turn her against her comrades, set her free of their rules by making her eviserate them! I failed. "I am so angry at them, but I would never hurt them." Said Nadea. I felt the defeat crawl up my spine and into my skull. I nearly blew her out of existance right there, but somehow I stopped myself from acting at all.
No one knows this darkness I have grown in my head. I'm still the same old same old on the outside. I have thought of a name for myself. A name for what I will be known as when I have swallowed the minds of many and made my power grow even more. I will be known as The Raven. My dark wings will leave a shade over the world. Invictus was my home but they have fallen apart... they have become weak like the rest of the world.
I had been out in the world too long. I had to get back to my heaven. So I walked back to the Rest In Peace and stepped beyond my black door. Up in the stairs I tried to sleep but I tossed and turned. I am capable of such terrible things. Tomorrow... I am going to begin looking for the right souls to harvest for my task. I will find them all. I will corrupt them all... I will twist and turn, break and burn them all untill they are just like me! They will be endlessly worsening... endlessly darkening like me! They will be my children... my family. They will be my army! My reavers my destroyers!
They will be Endless Dark.
Endless Dark, What have I become?