Enjoy the Silence. (Open)

[Plague]

Some who knew that beast would call it idiotic. Other's, who knew of the Salvar Incubus, would say that the person telling them this story of pure hog-wash, must be completely off their roller! The plan idea of something so cruel in nature as the Incubus the roamed the lands of Salvar, being sighted somewhere outside of the winter damnation, seemed almost laughable. For all who knew such morbid tales of the demon knew far too well that he would never venture anywhere beyond the vast cold landscape of Salvar...

But this would appear to be far from the truth.

Plague's curiosity of the outside world was beginning to take hold of him. Not to state as well, that Lust was beginning to find herself being bored with the winter lands of Salvar, and beckoned the demon onward to such places were he could feel free to roam and kill more than just one person a month, or barely even that if the harsh winter winds blew.

Yes, Plague ventured many miles to come to the small town of Corone. Within, he had found such wondrous things. Men and Women moved in such ways that boggled his mind. They did not keep to themselves, and stay silent as they walked the streets. No, such humans in this part of Althanas laughed, sang, and even had things for sale on the streets. Plague's mind was swimming such idea's of humans acting like something other than dumb sheep for a change, he was just overwhelmed by the sheer thought of it all.

But, with humans being humans, they did gossip. Telling each other of a place where one could do battle to test their strength for the sheer joy of battle, and most of all, they wouldn't be killed. This idea of proving his would-be might in some wondrous battle, slightly intrigued the demon. Perhaps, this would apes Lust's cries for torment and the lovely screams of agony that she had inflicted on so many in the past.

The men only said that this place was called 'The Citadel.' It apparently was ran by a bunch of monk's, who had given up their time and lives to helping others. Plague found it rather odd, but humans in general were odd to the incubus.

Wasting no time, he took off to this grand Citadel. Upon his arrival, the building that the demon had envisioned looked like nothing more than a run down building. His face was washed with disgust, and he couldn't help but feel that the building should have been condemned....but coming from a creature that was used to living in a cave for most of his life, his opinion really wasn't that important or correct.

Walking along the hallway, the demon saw many different doors, no sounds came from them. This made the creature feel a little uneasy. The darkly lit hallway, seemed loud and almost a bit intimidating as he walked past these doors that all looked the same, with different monks sitting quietly outside them all.

The small torches lit some of the space in the hallway, and as Plague slowly walked onward, a small monk approached him looking rather calm and not taken back by the demon's appearance.

"Would you like a room?" He said calmly to the demon, as if he was just telling him the time of day.

Plague looked back over his shoulder to make sure that the man was not talking to someone else. After seeing that there was clearly no one else there, the demon spoke. "Er....sure."

Without another word, the monk turned around and led the way to a small oak door on the far side of the hallway. Plague took no time in stalling, and took off after the man. The silence between them grew more heavily, as the monk stood outside the door. He merely opened the oak door with a loud creak and stood to the left of the demon.

"Enter." The monk didn't even look at the creature as he spoke.

Rising his eyebrows in suspicion, the demon knew that perhaps he could trust these monks. He had heard such things of them.

Taking a deep breath, the fiend walked slowly into the room.

Inside, there was nothing but darkness as Plague looked around, and saw nothing at all. A lock slamming of the door, was all that could be heard. But, as he stood alone in the darkness, a small blue light appeared in the far end of the room. Slowly, the light began to grow more and more bright as the demon watched. From the light came a cold wind, the demon could feel it's embrace over taking him. He felt as safe as an infant in a mother's arm. Closing his eyes, Plague found himself feeling more at peace with himself. Opening them, Plague found that he was looking into what reminded him of the winter lands of Salvar. The safety of what lay before him made the beast feel as if nothing could stop him in this fight.

But, as the demon felt the cold wind wash over him, he noticed that he could not hear the wind. In fact, he could not hear anything. From the gush of the window, Plague could not hear the slow howl of the wind. This did not sit right with him. But, he did have one more card up his shelve.

Opening his mouth to speak, the demon found that he did form words with his mouth, only no sound came. For once in his life time, the demon was speechless. He rolled his eyes at the irony of it all.

But, as he stood in the way of the wind, he could felt a slight warm lick touching his elbow. Looking rather confused, the demon turned around to find himself facing, a realm of fire. High flames crawled over the walls. The floor seemed to be made out of some odd rock, and along the edge of the floor, fire slowly rose up and down like some gate stopping anyone from escape.

Looking back to the winter realm, he seemed completely untouched by the fire that was only a few short feet away. This was completely bizarre. A room without sound, and the room split into fire and ice.

The humans back at the town were right. The Citadel truly was an amazing place.

[The Observer]

The cosmos has found you, guilty.

Words echoed throughout the room, coming from everywhere as the man, who had been in the corner barely visible in the glow of the flames that wreathed the door. Hooded and cloaked, he had followed his quarry in, not making a sound. Not even toughing the floor.

The Observer had been following this one for days. He was strong but not unbeatable. He had broken an ancient law, as had many others. Race means nothing. Age means nothing. The Observer knew that even an incubus counted as a demon, and since that ancient war a law was made trapping them in their own realm. Even though that seal has long been broken, the law was not revoked.

He stood silent. Watching the body of the demon and listening to the mind of his prey, the guilty. He was an enforcer, not a murderer. He was out for justice, not blood. That has never satisfied his thirst. He hungered for vengence. Every law broken, not the laws of men, but of the cosmos, hurt him. Every guilty one caught or killed relieved his pain.

Prepare yourself, or come quietly. Your sentence, death. Or eternal imprisonment.

The man vanished into the wall. soundless, leaving only the sound of the wind to keep the demon company. The observer hadn't been seen yet. The eyes of these limited beings have to adjust to the darkness. The flames arnt enough.

The other side of the room now, near the blue glow, he stepped out of the shadow of a support pillar. He didn't want to fight but he knew the demon wouldn't go without one. To tell the truth, he wanted on as well. It had been a thousand years or so since he had a decent one. Its about time. If he had a mouth, he would smile.

[Plague]

Plague's ears were completely useless to him. The more the demon strained to hear a single thing, the harder it was for him to come to grips with the fact that in these walls, nothing was undoable. Feeling a great weight before him, the incubus took a step into the cold winter realm of the room.

The piercing frost caressed the fiend as he stood in the snow. His short orange hair flicked in the wake of the wind, and feeling the strange warm from behind him, made Plague think of how off-settling the idea of being attacked from behind, would be.

Turning rather quickly, the demon found himself looking into a darkly clad stranger. He dawned upon himself a black rode, and his face was completely dipped in darkness, and not even his eyes could be seen from it.

Plague's face slowly drew into a smile. His first enemy seemed that he might be able to give the incubus a run for his money. A darkly clad being(to the creature he looked human in nature) in a room with no sound. Things were beginning to lighten up for him.

With a subtle nodd to his would-be attacker, Plague slowly put his hand deep into his pocket and extracted Lust from within it. Her sharp beauty was completely unbelievable. For a small shard of sharp metal, she had never looked so deadly, or as sexy as she did at this very moment.

Holding Lust within his grasp, the demon felt a rush of heat roll over him, but it was not from the fire that burnt on the other side of the room. No. It was coming from deep within himself. It was his lust for destruction and agony that would keep him going.

Rolling Lust around in his hand, he merely looked to the darkened figure. Awaiting a move. Plague was a gentleman in some ways. In the art of battle, Plague always let his attack strike first, it was just his way. Perhaps not the smartest of all moves, but Plague would never wave from his own moral code.

[The Observer]

This was the first time he noticed the snow. It was annoying, this weakness. When a hunted is spotted, all observers get tunnel vision, seeing only who they are after. The light got brighter, making his shadow walking useless. Things were not in his favor as he thought. He hated the citadel, always changing.

His hunted had not reacted to his choice, exept to draw a weapon. Enough said. The wind blew hard, signified by the snow it drifted around, but by no other signal. It made no sound. Strange. What powers built this place?

Name or alias, Plague. Race, incubus. You are the hunted.

That was all the Observer said before he rushed forward, faster than he has had to in a while. Floating above the snow by about a foot, the force of it kicked up a large portion of it behind him. The wind tossed it around and it encompassed him. He can see in darkness, but not this. He was blind. The cold was starting to eat its way into his robe, into whatever form he had, be it solid or spiritual. He hoped there were no other surprises in store. If the snow concealed something else he might actually get angry.

But no matter. He must not back down. He perpared his shadow spike in his right arm, not extending it just yet, looking out towards the snow wall that had formed. Beyond it he could barely make out the door of flame, but no outline of the hunted. Could he had moved? Of course not. No living being is that fast. A few feet now and it will be over. If he had a mouth, he would smile.

[Letho]

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