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Post by hel on Aug 4, 2012 15:52:00 GMT -5
Hel felt a tingle in the air, there was someone new her. With a sigh leaving her she went to see who it was, Arthuro's name leaving her. She muttered to herself as she approached the lone figure. There was no one else around in this grey world. She didn't saw a word as she came forward, white dress sweeping around her feet.
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Post by John Blake on Aug 4, 2012 16:47:42 GMT -5
His eyes opened painfully. He was dead, how could they open. The world around him, it had been ripped of color. All it was was an ugly gray world, and so was he.
He stood, how could he stand? He was dead? He spun in a slow circle, anger flashing in her dark gray eyes.
Amelia wasn't there.
He turned again, seeing a pale figure, and a hope flared in his eyes. But it wasn't the beautiful, golden haired, blue eyed, woman he loved...Not at all....
It was a woman, half skin and beauty and half skull and hideous death. Her white dress slid around her legs gracefully, strange for one so....conflicted...looking. "Who are you?" His voice was alien sounding to him. It wasn't his voice at all. It was low and lifeless...dark and dead... It hurt to hear his voice like that, but his eyes locked on the pale blue eye... |
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Post by hel on Aug 4, 2012 19:57:51 GMT -5
HEY SHAY IT'S PAN! Yes i hacked into your account....well not really hacked because you gave me your password but anyhow we needed Robie back so I decided to go into Hel's account and play her for you! You're welcome!  Anyway ONTO THE POST! HHEHEHEE
Hel sighed, she'd been watching him and Amelia, the girl whom he obviously loved. She had loved someone once...Arthuro. But he had woven a tapestry of lies. He'd told her he loved her but then cut her down like a simple pawn. He'd called her beautiful only to call her a monster when he placed that spell on her that made her skin fall away like snowflakes. She purred, "You're lost, Robin Blake, so very lost." Her red lips, the color of scarlet blood, the only color in the dreadful world, twisted into a smirk as she ran long bony fingers through her black locks. |
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Post by John Blake on Aug 4, 2012 20:09:45 GMT -5
He flinched slightly at her cold tone, but she was right. He was lost, alone in this cold cruel world. He watched her red lips as she spoke, the only color in the world. He wanted to see Amelia so badly, he would die a million times, in the most painful ways possible, just to have one more day with her...one last kiss, one last soft embrace....one last chance to say all the things he had held inside....
He looked at her, not flinching, well....only slightly...."I am lost, worlds away from my heart...." he whispered softly, some life seeming to slip into his voice at the last two words, but other than that, it was a dead, dark sound... [/color] |
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Post by hel on Aug 4, 2012 20:13:37 GMT -5
Hel let another sigh slip through her teeth, she had been doing that a lot lately, sighing. A laugh emanated from the goddess’s twisted mouth, echoing across the barren landscape of revolting shades of grey, the only light being the red lips of that grotesque goddess. “Love makes you weak,” she spat out at him, one eye narrowing, her easy going smirk mocking him. She threaded her fingers together and slowly circled him, his head whipping around, following her every move, a snarl curling his lips. “But, perhaps, I shall help you get back to ‘your heart’,” she continued to circle him, as interest flared in his orbs of brown.
The goddess of death, Hel, stopped in front of him, eye boring into his soul. “Nothing, absolutely nothing, is in it for me, so I don't see why you shouldn't accept this offer.” she replied with an easy shrug, her shall of repulsive yellow sliding a bit revealing her bony shoulders. Deep inside her cold heart, Hel felt something, just a quiver of caring, something she’d felt only once before. For a man, a man who cursed her to be forever a beast no one would love. He’d told her he’d felt the way that Robin felt for Amelia. He’d told her that he’d do anything for her, but in the end he just slammed a dagger deep into her chest, metaphorically speaking of course. Still it had killed her to scream his name as her heart shattered as each word of the spell was spoken, her skin falling like snowflakes from the left side of her face. And so she went from the beautiful Ederra to the dreadful and loathsome Hel.
"It might not come again," she added, her voice a cold warning to her other words. |
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Post by John Blake on Aug 4, 2012 20:19:37 GMT -5
His head followed her as she walked around, taking in her beastly, with slightly beauty, appearance. When she tole him she could bring him back to Amelia, his eyes lit up, like no other. He looked at her, a hope flooding his eyes. But how and why would she do this, for nothing at all. He had though about accusing her of lying, and toying with his shattered heart, but he feared if he said anything, other than yes, and she wasn't lying, then he would lose his chance to see her again.
He nodded. "Whatever it is, no matter how much pain it will cause me...I want to go back to her." He nodded, to himself at his words. He would do anything...anything....to go back to her... [/color] |
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Post by hel on Aug 4, 2012 21:04:14 GMT -5
Hel nodded slightly, "I used to think that too...that if i died i would go through as much pain as it took to go back to him...the one i loved, before...this" she gestured to the skull part of her face. "Are you sure about this, Robin Blake?" Her concern came through, something she hadn't felt in a very long time. She didn't want Blake to go back to a life where he'd just be tossed aside as she was, but didn't think Amelia would do such a thing. But then again she hadn't thought that Arthuro would throw her aside...and he had. |
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Post by John Blake on Aug 4, 2012 21:25:27 GMT -5
He nodded, he was certain. When she motioned to all of her scelatol side, he sighed, he actually felt badly for her. What evil man had don this to her? He pushed the though from his mind as she asked him if this was what he really wanted. "More than anything in the world." He whispered, a slight pain in his dead voice. He wanted Amelia so badly, he wanted to hold her, and tease her with his kisses, and laugh away the days with her... He looked at Hel, and nodded. [/color] |
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Post by hel on Aug 4, 2012 22:03:50 GMT -5
Hel went to perform what needed to be done...but then realized that there was one small thing that she'd forgotten. She bit her lip, red lips flipping into a frown. She paced, back and forth, steps confident despite her bony legs and knees.She glanced at him, her one milky eye glinting with regret. "Robin Blake...there's a slight thing I've forgotten..." She couldn't mask the pain in her voice. She pulled out her knife, running the jagged blade across her finger. Like normal blades it didn't cut into her finger. She sighed and raised the knife. She squeezed her one eyes shut getting ready for the pain. She swallowed and plunged it straight into her chest where her cold beating heart sat. She held in a scream as the point drove in, sticky black blood spilling down her front as her knobby knees smashed together and buckled sending her crashing to the ground. She tore out the weapon and handed it out to him. Her voice was clipped when she cried, "Do it! Do it now before my time runs out!" She screamed in pain, pressing a trembling hand against the wound, black liquid seeping through her bony fingers. "If you want to get back to her do it! I don't have much time!" Her eye pleaded with him, she wanted him to go back. He could tell he needed her. And she needed him. She couldn't let another woman suffer as she did. |
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Post by John Blake on Aug 4, 2012 22:12:46 GMT -5
He looked at her, surprised as she stabbed herself. When she said she didn't have much time and thrust the knife at him, he took it, his hands slightly tremoring. He turned the blade around, he clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shot. He murmured that he loved Amelia and slammed the blade into his chest.
He winced, ripping the blade out as he fell to his knees with an agonizing cry. He pressed his hand to his bleeding chest, the blood that had begun to flow gray was slowly gaining the red color of blood... |
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Post by hel on Aug 4, 2012 22:17:12 GMT -5
Hel peeled her fingers from her wound and slammed her hand into his chest after ripping off his own hands. She pressed hand down and the skin sizzled as though burned. When she removed her hand plastered over his heart was a lifeless grey hand print. She pressed her thumbs against his forehead laying her palm and the rest of her hands on the sides of his head. She pushed his spirit back towards the world of the living. When she was sure he was through, when all she touched was empty air her voice murmured, "Make this one count, Robin Blake" |
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Post by John Blake on Aug 4, 2012 22:37:16 GMT -5
He winced in pain as she shoved her hand into his chest. He felt himself being pushed away, back to where he belonged, his chest burning in agony. He felt a burning in his chest, horrible and twisted. He cried out in agony as wave after wave of agonizing torment went through him.
Suddenly, after what seemed like hours, it stopped, his eyes were squeezed shut. When he finally pryed them open, the thought of Death has a good side [/b] crossing his mind, but his world was dark. He reached up and felt a cool wood surface. He knocked on it, hard, rapping his knuckles against it...his coffin....[/center][/color] |
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Anyway ONTO THE POST! HHEHEHEE