Seneca of the Sacrilege 6

[21:47] The strength lies in numbers often as well. For while this gathering was something that required preparation, he imagined that he was ready by now.. that it would merely be a matter of time until he's ready to ensure that the mastery of his Occultism grows. And so, when they enter the grove, when the prisoners are held within it by now..

There's a smile.
For he knows what's to come.

"Ah.. Maeve?"

"Before you go.. can I borrow your own for but a moment? It shouldn't take long.. and perhaps you can participate, hm?"

For already the shadow cocoons are steadily dragged infront of Senev疝, set up in a manner which suggests that it would all be infront of him; a single claw of the Demon traces upon his hand, to spill blood upon each and every one of them. It's rather clear that this is ritual of sort..

But what exactly does it hold?

"Unless you find yourself not interested in this, however, I believe what I'm about to do could actually come useful for you in the future."

"Then.. you can have him all you want - in one piece, of course."
(Senev疝)
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[21:49] Maeve cants her head to the side a little bit. She'd eye whatever it was that Senev疝 was setting up. Her brows furrow inquisitively, she does not seem to be certain as to what it was he was planning to do with them.

"Whyyy? What for? Will it kill him? I need this one alive, yes."
(Maeve Illumir)
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[21:50] Wiggled in the cocoon, much like a caterpillar who'd entered the final metamorphosis of it's life. This dragonpillar was wiggling and writhing. Ready to burst free and fly away, sadly such was highly unlikely.

They felt sick and unsteady, either from injury or occultism. Both, yeah both worked. Probably all the spirits in the veil didn't help either.
(Seneca)
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[21:51] There is no stirring, only quiet observation. He watches, a faint twinge of disgust plastered on a weakened and pallid face. Even now, tiny creatures of shadow cling in his mind, clawing at the corners of his vision to bring him into hysteria.

There is nothing to fear from the magic of degenerate occultist; the disdain for this very chamber of hellish magic drives fear away, replacing it with disgust.
(Ryan Speranza)
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[21:52] Seneca wiggled sleepily as well.
(Seneca)
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[21:58] "He will live."

Yet, already he sends the shadowy spiders Ryan's way to collect him, lest Maeve decides to intercept him in any way- the steady manipulations of the shadows are gathered, to bring up both Bijel and Seneca towards him- the cocoon unveiling naught but their faces, enough for them both to witness the Demon before them.

"Come.."

"Open your eyes.."

The shadowy hands caress upon their faces- almost as if testing them for something. Yet, when they do so, there's an expression of apathy, of neutrality upon his face.. for while he knows that the likes of Bijel would submit, his gaze in particular drifts towards Ryan and Seneca.

"You are protectors of light, yes?"

"But there's no light.."

There's no taunting, no sly smirks, nothing. If anything, it seems as if Senev疝 states it as if it were a matter of fact.. and even now, the prodding presence of Occult tears upon their Essence, into their very spirit, into their very minds..

Images of endless dark.
Of endless rule beyond the measure.

"If you wish to live, if you wish to see another day.."

"Be good.. and speak the words I shall speak."

A glance is given towards Ryan once more- there's something he can tell about him, a gaze full of disdain, but..

"And you shall speak too.."

"Lest you wish to doom the drakanite."
(Senev疝)
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[22:06] "Return to the pit, Helspawn."

Weak, barely above a whisper. The life was quite literally drained from his being, and the mental anguish could be detected quite easily. But to grovel at the heels of another was never in his future.

Hope is a fickle thing, but to accept your death leaves no room for it. Rather, it leave nothing but the courage and determination to see the end through.

"Torment me or the other one as you wish, I won't be involved with your disgusting antics."
(Ryan Speranza)
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[22:06] A gasp escaped the woman within the cocoon, replaced with a whimper of pain as they felt there ribs rend terribly so. There gaze shifted about, serpentine hues of violet seeming to take in the vale.

They'd finally settle there eyes upon Seneval. The demon was a sight to behold. So, close to human and yet so far away from it. There was something haunting about that fact as if it wasn't natural.

They flinched at the hand that touched them, it was almost as if being struck. They felt those tendrils of the occult and let out another gasp of pain. There eyes struggling not to close as teeth clenched terrible.

They'd wish to speak, there mouth unclenching slowly as they look up to the demon. "So long as a single good deed is performed, there is light." It was spoken roughly and with effort but the words were spoken.

They'd not be able to see Ryan really, but they knew what was happening. It was a terrible thing to be forced to witness. There own life as a counter-measure to control the likes of others.

"Do not worry Ryan, I-" They stopped and coughed roughly, blood spattering down there lips. Looking down a little wearily they continued. "J-jeez, slip up once and- Ryan, I'll be fine. Stay strong for yourse-" They blinked as they heard Ryans voice.

"Oh jeez, could have at-least like... Argued with it a little. I'm in a lot of pain man."
(Seneca)
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[22:12] "Surrender.."

This voice almost sounds far too soothing. As if it could induce the calmness within, as if it could push aside the wariness, the apparent hostility that was in the air- yet, it wasn't precisely their choice whether it would be happening or not.. not anymore, not at this point.

"All of us seek knowledge in the dark.."

"Whether you admit to such or not."

But everyone has their own definition of dark. Some seek it in the acts such as what Senev疝 commits.. the other seek it in the bloodshed, in vengeance, in eternal pursuit of justice- for it is terribly, terribly easy to become jaded of such a thing.. to become lost in the endeavour that ends with the pursuit of what's deemed evil.

Ryan, with his lifeless gaze, is only a proof of that.

The shadowy claws dig into their beings- all to shed blood, to tear upon their skin, muscle and sinew. It is terribly, terribly painful.. yet, it doesn't seem as if it would threaten their vitals. It doesn't seem as if it is intended to kill them.. and with the blood of the three being shed, there are words.

The words that were meant to seal the deal.

"By the Abyss, we seek salvation."
"By three, they come."
"By three, the way opens.."

The bloodletting does not really cease- there's merely a gesture for Maeve to come to the ritual, to chant along; for otherwise, it would be an extended work, one that could require him to do so for longer..

"By three, we call thee home."

A quiet mutter. Crimson on the ground, the gathering of shadows..
(Senev疝)
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[22:21] He expects him to cry out in pain, and he does. Only a slight grunt as flesh is rendered and used for a ritual, but enough of a admission of weakness. This pain is enough to bring him into his own mind, aided by the ephemeral whipsers just telling him to give in.

Tempting to the normal man, but not one so utterly consumed by zealous and incorrect opinion. His mental landscape was naught but charred and bleeding flesh, consumed by the ideals of kill this demon, end it's life and save the people in Osrona.

How could he even achieve this, when his body could not push beyond his own mind? When raw, untrained talent could not best witchcraft, or daemonic blood? What was certain, however, was that Ryan was completely and utterly hollow on the inside.

A hollowness that could only resound the zealout, borderline self-destructing goal of ending the lives of every demon, occultist, and witch.
(Ryan Speranza)
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[22:27] 'Surrender.'

The sound almost echoed throughout the Drakanites mind as they looked towards the demon. It wasn't a natural command, it wasn't what he'd normally have heard even from a human's voice.

There was something about it, maybe it was the pain which lingered from Bijel. Maybe, just maybe, it was the weariness of the femboys own spirit. After-all this ordeal had been going on for a long time and they'd become so weary from blood loss.

They might have never spoken along with the demon. In fact they'd have probably died otherwise but when it came right down to it? They were hurting a lot, it became even worse as the claws racked there form.

Violet hues looked to and fro at Ryan and Bijel as they suffered similar fates. It wasn't what he wanted but his gaze shifted back to Seneval. What was this ritual for? What was the purpose?

How damned would there souls be? How many people would die at the results of what would happen today. There gaze shifted towards Ryan. The pain was evident upon there face and yet they resisted.

The hollowness of the man sent fear into Seneca's own mind. This wasn't the way thigns where supposed to be. How could both Bijel and Ryan be filled with such pain?

For himself there was nothing but light within his heart. A goal to save as manya s he could and help the world become a better place. Perhaps... There was something he sought in the darkness of others around him.

The Light.

So, with blood stained lips and unsteady words he repeated the mantra of the demon. Was it surrendering to the fears in his heart? Perhaps. Was it hoping beyond all hope that something good could come through such developments? Yes. Absolutely.

"By the Abyss, we seek salvation."
"By three, they come."
"By three, the way opens.."

A short pause in the cantas he looked down to the ground. Pondering what it must be like for Kraus, watching the horrors he created. Watching the world as it was rather than it could be.

"By three, we call thee home."




(Seneca)
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[22:34] Maeve Illumir says, "Tonashi."
[22:34] Tonashi Botcher says, "Yes"
[22:35] Maeve Illumir says, "I need a magic restraint~."
[22:35] Tonashi Botcher exclaims, "Sure!"
[22:36] Tonashi Botcher says, "Oh"
[22:36] Tonashi Botcher says, "Who the guy"
[22:36] "There is no light without shadows.."
"And light always casts more of them."

A mere addition to the ritual that goes on, and with each droplet of the bloodletting, it becomes evidently clear that the pursuit was but a single goal - one that implied they would have their very essence robbed, tormented, drained.. all to transfer it towards Senev疝, the very magic of their beings as a whole.

"Come.. come home."
"Come and be repurposed."

With each shadow passing, the endeavour only deepens.. the magic of Occultism, of the putrid dark arts that could be considered vile and immoral by many, now draining upon the forms of Seneca, Ryan and Bijel alike. It becomes something in which they find themselves lost..

As if they could be lulled into eternal sleep.
As if they could have their minds stolen.

Yet, it is merely an illusion, a feeling- for while they grow terribly weakened, in the end, it is something that could not be capable of killing them; the traces of their beings fall towards the demon, running across the blackened webs, across the blood spilled.. for the blood is often the lifeforce of everything.

The lifeforce upon the essence clings.

"Ah.."
"It is a blessing, is it not..?"

With each chant, with each word spoken.. it merely becomes quicker, better.. and with every single piece of essence that he could steal and twist, the trio find themselves engulfed in the dark that cloaks their eyes.

Ones in which the ritual ceases. And yet..

"--Discard them."

A mere order to the shadowy spiders.. for it seems that Senev疝 had received precisely what he wanted. Even now, his gaze pointed towards Maeve, albeit briefly.. a satisfied smile on the spider's face.

"You can have him."

"I had what I wanted."
(Senev疝)