[color=0099ff]Please.... Just kill me.... Kill me now.... x__x
I finally turned something out. Sux0rz t0 b3 t3h m3. XP
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"Your end is near," the old woman had shrieked. She had known what you were. She had seen your true face....
You had hastened home, seeking answers. You sat in the darkness of your room, shuffling your deck, preparing a Tarot reading. Breaking a cold sweat, you sat your deck down, then began to deal.
You had chosen the Celtic Cross, seeking as in-depth a response as you could possibly receive. The first card laid was Metamol Pot. You had been marked by your cards as an imposition, a change for the worse. The gaze of the single, bloodshot eye nestled in the dark pottery chilled you. It made you aware that existence as you knew it was about to change. Dealt laying on its side atop the Metamol Pot was the Critter card, telling you nothing you hadn't already known-the old woman was the entity who had given you information that you hadn't had prior. The furball's glare from each of its three large eyes chilled you just as much as the Pot's. Its claws made you wary, despite how close tied you were to the monsters contained in your deck.
Beneath the Pot and Critter then was Fallen Angel Mari, showing your past was tainted. Her seductive, ruby red gaze ate away at your resolve, making you forget your purpose. Her dark complexion greatly contrasted her rose-colored dress. From the dress's white lace, you would have thought her a pure soul, were it not for the golden reverse crosses burned upon her brow and the backs of her lovely wrists. Seeing the brand upon her forehead led your eyes to fall upon her brassy blonde hair, cut short to tickle at her neck. Yet it was long enough to conceal pointed ears... and two other points. Her effeminate horns dug into you, causing your heart to ache. Your second life had been granted by a favor from a demon.
You became solemn at seeing the next card, dealt to the left of the Pot and Critter, was Angel's Blood. Mari had remained with you, healing your wicked soul by granting you her lifeforce. You had fed off her blood as you and she had been locked away in the Sennen Ring. The dagger of the red-haired angel in the image that brought you to move on and dismiss the reminiscent passions that you had once held for the succubus who had brought you into your second life.
Placed above the Critter and Pot, the card significant of your current state was the White Thief. The shady man in a blue suit, wearing a white tophat and cape reminded you of who you were. You had been a creature always evading the truth, feeding off the well-being of others, and always would be. The crescent moon behind him cut into you like a scythe. You were a leech. You were a thief. Not once had you ever gotten by in life without the possessions of others. Nothing you had was earned by your own hard work, not even the cards in your deck. You had sold your soul to demons to gain your authority over them.
Reap What You Sow ripped your very breath from your weak shell of a body. Laid to the right of the Critter and Pot, the obese demon snivelling as he sat in a pile of bones and rotting flesh glared at you. As he had been cursed forever to remember all the evils he had wrought upon his world, so would you be. You began to lose sensation in your hands, and your eyesight grew dim. Your memories of every ill bidding you performed flooded your mind, suffocating any rational thought you could have possibly thought at that moment.
As you were about to deal the final cards to the right of the Celtic Cross, frantic to obtain your answers, the four atop the deck glowed, and you had leapt away, scattering the remains of the deck. The shock had stolen your breath, and you grew weary. You had fainted then. When you regained consciousness, you were shackled in the bonds of Baiser Shock, the twisted mechanism of torture. The leather collar cut into your neck, as did the shackles at your feet. You tried to struggle because your hands were free, but the twin nodes at the height of the rack electrocuted you, causing you to remain motionless as you watched the events unfold before you. You tried to scream, but you had no breath to do so. You knew your deck... your demonic servants... was now against you.
It was then that you saw not only that you were now in the realm of the Dark Sanctuary. The skies, streaked with blackness, were blood red, and, in the near distance, was a white castle made of nothing but spires. Before you a woman wearing a white robe. Her wings were one white, of an angel's, and one black, of a demon's. Her hair was a familiar silver. She picked her head up to glare at you with determination in her hazel eyes. Within her hands was the Sennen Ring. You knew then that she was a he, and that I was he, your human host. I led the revolt against you.
I summoned Fallen Angel Mari, Critter, and Metamol Pot from their cards, then offered the three demon's souls as a sacrifice to your most powerful demon servant. The souls of the dark angel and the three-eyed creature siphoned into the pot with the Metamol demon, and a scream was heard from within. Then all was silent. A dark fog began to overrun the pot. The shells of Mari and Critter were obliterated by the hollow thud of heels and boots against the ground, and the pot shattered. From the mist emerged an effeminate creature. She wore a pair of amethyst gloves which matched her full-length boots, studded with emerald. Her skin was midnight blue. You looked to her face to see that she was bald, but no less beautiful. Her ears were pointed, away from her face, and her golden glare pierced you, causing you to recoil. Baiser Shock sensed your movement and electrocuted you again. Tears streamed your face, and you clenched your teeth, snivelling.
The demon cradled within her arms an infant. It looked to you solemnly with its glowing green eyes of glass. Seeing that the porcelain doll, whose bald head had been caved in had lost the bottom half of its body and its right arm caused your memory to shoot wide awake. The most powerful creature under your control was now instead under mine. And Dark Necrophia, having possessed the broken doll, was more than willing to put you in your place.
She glared at you as her android minion brought her up to you. She caressed your face with her left hand as her minion held her, then chuckled monotonously, grabbing yoy by the neck. She hung there, strangling you as her minion let go of her to pull you from Baiser Shock. The shackles remained upon you. You could not struggle free from the clutches of the queen of death.
"Take him to his master," I had ordered. The hatred in my voice could not have been my own had it been for anyone else.
Necrophia's minion took one of the nodes from Baiser Shock and jammed it into your back. You cried, taking Necrophia in your arms. Once she was safe in your arms, she let go of your neck and her arm fell again to hang as lifelessly as though as truly were a mere doll. You knew not to attempt to kill her, for destroying her shell would bring her needing a new shell. She would find it in you.
Necrophia's minion walked behind you, forcing you to obey the order to walk with the threat of electrocution breathing down your neck. I followed. You came to the castle gates, then was ordered to halt. I stood silent as a massive, cloaked beast with large, red horns was seen in the mist surrounding the scene. He wore a headdress, which, laced with gold, fell upon his shoulders. At his thoat was a mask which showed no emotion save a single tear in the corner of its left eye. As you grew close to the king of death, the tear fell from its face upon the king's royal blue robes.
The beast swirled the blood in his goblet as he brooded over you. "Sennen Thief, you make me weary. Your deal with me was that you would obtain the souls of the six mages that had ruled in the times of the Yami Games, and you would be granted their Sennen Items. It has been five millenia since I sent my minions to revive your spirit, and still you have not fulfilled your end of the bargain. Your time ends now."
Giving you no time to speak, Necrophia again clutched your neck, pulling herself up from your arms. She kissed you as her glare met yours, and you swallowed hard as her soul rushed from her shell into you. As the porcelain doll shattered on the ground, you again became animate and you screamed out in agony, at last finding that moment's breath. As you collapsed, you wasted into nothingingess, wiped from the planes of life *and* death.
The Dark Sanctuary faded and I smiled, seeing that I was again sitting at my desk in the darkness of my room. Looking down upon the Tarot spread, I saw that the final card dealt had been Ha-Des, Ruler of the Underworld.
I was now freed from the imprisonment of your possession, yet I was still curious. I turned over the top card of the deck. The card fell from my hand in shock. "The Ouija Board card spells D-E-A-T-H...."[/color]
I finally turned something out. Sux0rz t0 b3 t3h m3. XP
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"Your end is near," the old woman had shrieked. She had known what you were. She had seen your true face....
You had hastened home, seeking answers. You sat in the darkness of your room, shuffling your deck, preparing a Tarot reading. Breaking a cold sweat, you sat your deck down, then began to deal.
You had chosen the Celtic Cross, seeking as in-depth a response as you could possibly receive. The first card laid was Metamol Pot. You had been marked by your cards as an imposition, a change for the worse. The gaze of the single, bloodshot eye nestled in the dark pottery chilled you. It made you aware that existence as you knew it was about to change. Dealt laying on its side atop the Metamol Pot was the Critter card, telling you nothing you hadn't already known-the old woman was the entity who had given you information that you hadn't had prior. The furball's glare from each of its three large eyes chilled you just as much as the Pot's. Its claws made you wary, despite how close tied you were to the monsters contained in your deck.
Beneath the Pot and Critter then was Fallen Angel Mari, showing your past was tainted. Her seductive, ruby red gaze ate away at your resolve, making you forget your purpose. Her dark complexion greatly contrasted her rose-colored dress. From the dress's white lace, you would have thought her a pure soul, were it not for the golden reverse crosses burned upon her brow and the backs of her lovely wrists. Seeing the brand upon her forehead led your eyes to fall upon her brassy blonde hair, cut short to tickle at her neck. Yet it was long enough to conceal pointed ears... and two other points. Her effeminate horns dug into you, causing your heart to ache. Your second life had been granted by a favor from a demon.
You became solemn at seeing the next card, dealt to the left of the Pot and Critter, was Angel's Blood. Mari had remained with you, healing your wicked soul by granting you her lifeforce. You had fed off her blood as you and she had been locked away in the Sennen Ring. The dagger of the red-haired angel in the image that brought you to move on and dismiss the reminiscent passions that you had once held for the succubus who had brought you into your second life.
Placed above the Critter and Pot, the card significant of your current state was the White Thief. The shady man in a blue suit, wearing a white tophat and cape reminded you of who you were. You had been a creature always evading the truth, feeding off the well-being of others, and always would be. The crescent moon behind him cut into you like a scythe. You were a leech. You were a thief. Not once had you ever gotten by in life without the possessions of others. Nothing you had was earned by your own hard work, not even the cards in your deck. You had sold your soul to demons to gain your authority over them.
Reap What You Sow ripped your very breath from your weak shell of a body. Laid to the right of the Critter and Pot, the obese demon snivelling as he sat in a pile of bones and rotting flesh glared at you. As he had been cursed forever to remember all the evils he had wrought upon his world, so would you be. You began to lose sensation in your hands, and your eyesight grew dim. Your memories of every ill bidding you performed flooded your mind, suffocating any rational thought you could have possibly thought at that moment.
As you were about to deal the final cards to the right of the Celtic Cross, frantic to obtain your answers, the four atop the deck glowed, and you had leapt away, scattering the remains of the deck. The shock had stolen your breath, and you grew weary. You had fainted then. When you regained consciousness, you were shackled in the bonds of Baiser Shock, the twisted mechanism of torture. The leather collar cut into your neck, as did the shackles at your feet. You tried to struggle because your hands were free, but the twin nodes at the height of the rack electrocuted you, causing you to remain motionless as you watched the events unfold before you. You tried to scream, but you had no breath to do so. You knew your deck... your demonic servants... was now against you.
It was then that you saw not only that you were now in the realm of the Dark Sanctuary. The skies, streaked with blackness, were blood red, and, in the near distance, was a white castle made of nothing but spires. Before you a woman wearing a white robe. Her wings were one white, of an angel's, and one black, of a demon's. Her hair was a familiar silver. She picked her head up to glare at you with determination in her hazel eyes. Within her hands was the Sennen Ring. You knew then that she was a he, and that I was he, your human host. I led the revolt against you.
I summoned Fallen Angel Mari, Critter, and Metamol Pot from their cards, then offered the three demon's souls as a sacrifice to your most powerful demon servant. The souls of the dark angel and the three-eyed creature siphoned into the pot with the Metamol demon, and a scream was heard from within. Then all was silent. A dark fog began to overrun the pot. The shells of Mari and Critter were obliterated by the hollow thud of heels and boots against the ground, and the pot shattered. From the mist emerged an effeminate creature. She wore a pair of amethyst gloves which matched her full-length boots, studded with emerald. Her skin was midnight blue. You looked to her face to see that she was bald, but no less beautiful. Her ears were pointed, away from her face, and her golden glare pierced you, causing you to recoil. Baiser Shock sensed your movement and electrocuted you again. Tears streamed your face, and you clenched your teeth, snivelling.
The demon cradled within her arms an infant. It looked to you solemnly with its glowing green eyes of glass. Seeing that the porcelain doll, whose bald head had been caved in had lost the bottom half of its body and its right arm caused your memory to shoot wide awake. The most powerful creature under your control was now instead under mine. And Dark Necrophia, having possessed the broken doll, was more than willing to put you in your place.
She glared at you as her android minion brought her up to you. She caressed your face with her left hand as her minion held her, then chuckled monotonously, grabbing yoy by the neck. She hung there, strangling you as her minion let go of her to pull you from Baiser Shock. The shackles remained upon you. You could not struggle free from the clutches of the queen of death.
"Take him to his master," I had ordered. The hatred in my voice could not have been my own had it been for anyone else.
Necrophia's minion took one of the nodes from Baiser Shock and jammed it into your back. You cried, taking Necrophia in your arms. Once she was safe in your arms, she let go of your neck and her arm fell again to hang as lifelessly as though as truly were a mere doll. You knew not to attempt to kill her, for destroying her shell would bring her needing a new shell. She would find it in you.
Necrophia's minion walked behind you, forcing you to obey the order to walk with the threat of electrocution breathing down your neck. I followed. You came to the castle gates, then was ordered to halt. I stood silent as a massive, cloaked beast with large, red horns was seen in the mist surrounding the scene. He wore a headdress, which, laced with gold, fell upon his shoulders. At his thoat was a mask which showed no emotion save a single tear in the corner of its left eye. As you grew close to the king of death, the tear fell from its face upon the king's royal blue robes.
The beast swirled the blood in his goblet as he brooded over you. "Sennen Thief, you make me weary. Your deal with me was that you would obtain the souls of the six mages that had ruled in the times of the Yami Games, and you would be granted their Sennen Items. It has been five millenia since I sent my minions to revive your spirit, and still you have not fulfilled your end of the bargain. Your time ends now."
Giving you no time to speak, Necrophia again clutched your neck, pulling herself up from your arms. She kissed you as her glare met yours, and you swallowed hard as her soul rushed from her shell into you. As the porcelain doll shattered on the ground, you again became animate and you screamed out in agony, at last finding that moment's breath. As you collapsed, you wasted into nothingingess, wiped from the planes of life *and* death.
The Dark Sanctuary faded and I smiled, seeing that I was again sitting at my desk in the darkness of my room. Looking down upon the Tarot spread, I saw that the final card dealt had been Ha-Des, Ruler of the Underworld.
I was now freed from the imprisonment of your possession, yet I was still curious. I turned over the top card of the deck. The card fell from my hand in shock. "The Ouija Board card spells D-E-A-T-H...."[/color]