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| Topic Started: Apr 6 2010, 11:11 PM (579 Views) | |
| Hades Styx | Apr 6 2010, 11:11 PM Post #1 |
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The dead of night settled in. Black as evil blanketed the house in a sultry fashion. Wind howled from the outside, moaning and crying to be let into the house of Hades Lutrov. Snow poured outside, and the temperature fell to the coldest it had been all Winter long. Though now, the atmosphere had a temper from hell, that was nothing soon to come. A blizzard was soon to settle in quite comfortably. Inside the house, nothing stirred, not even the shadows cast by the dim lighting the house offered. Everything was black. Shadows danced across the rooms, happy that they could finally live in peace while the couple was away, and the daughter was at a school in the depths of Russia. With silence as music, the shadows could release as much happiness as the rooms would allow. This all added up to the creepy aura that stained the house. This house was one of good, had it not been tainted by the owner. Much remained still, and nothing looked out of place except for one little detail in one of the rooms, the worst room of them all. The bedroom of Hades Lutrov. The bed was neatly made. All the tables and curtains were without wrinkles, and everything looked in order and in place. However, there was one thing in the room that was left out, not put away. It was free to have the shadows dance upon it while it was surrounded with black candles, illuminating every page and line. A bottle of liquid used to decorate every page and line was closed, and a black quill rested beside the pages. The black book was nothing short than the mind of the owner. The mind of the one who looked normal as he could appear on the outside, but was as mad as a hatter in his blackened soul. The pages and words written within beckoned a living soul to turn to, to plead out the words which inhabited the pages of this black journal. |
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| Hollace Lutrov | Apr 7 2010, 11:36 PM Post #2 |
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Temperamental Artist l Heartbroken On the run | Pregnant with DEMONS!
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Hollace rubbed her bare arms, head whipping around at any small noise. Her heart beat like a wounded thing, fingers cramped from stuffing clothing into a bag and then searching through the house for Vritra. She didn't care that there was no blood between them, she would take the little girl with her, protect her like she was her own. Hollace wasn't sure she was mommy material, she was too young to feel that pull to have a baby yet. But she had come to love that little girl and would take good care of her. Nothing but silence met her. Moments later, Hollace slid, boneless, onto the floor in Hades bedroom. Long legs crossed together, candlelight the only light which illuminated the book in her numb fingers. She hadn't known. He'd said nothing of sending their daughter...his daughter, to boarding school. How could he? Righteous fury darkened her cheeks, wet her eyes. Angrily she knuckled away the moisture, drawn to read more, lured by the unwinding tale woven by non other than her husband. Hollace read on, mouth parted, horror growing within her deep, dark eyes. She should have grabbed her things, thrown the book into the fire and left, fled from the man she loved, her would be murderer. But she couldn't move from her spot. She had to read on, learn more. |
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| Hades Styx | Apr 7 2010, 11:41 PM Post #3 |
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| Hollace Lutrov | Apr 7 2010, 11:51 PM Post #4 |
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His own brother, his flesh and blood. What had caused Hades to hate him so much that brother would long to kill brother? Hollace didn't feel the first tear fall, nor the second that followed its twins track. Trembling fingers turned the page, her gut began to clench each time her fingertips came into contact with the dried ink. This was wrong, this whole thing was just so wrong. Holding her breath, she continued, unsure of what she would find. |
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| Hades Styx | Apr 8 2010, 12:09 AM Post #5 |
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| Hollace Lutrov | Apr 8 2010, 12:17 AM Post #6 |
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She remember seeing the girl he spoke of, simple beauty, dark hair, stubborn set to her jaw. Hollace had seen her from afar, never once was she introduced to many of the family. Only those who had held her captive for that one miserable month, to which she had once laid the blame of her unhappiness. She had grown up quickly since then; her problems were hers and hers alone. Hollace hadn't cared about his association with the hate group, the Death Eaters. Their profile was low, their problems not hers, so she had been content to bury her head in the sand. To not make a fuss over it, so long as it didn't interfere with her lifestyle. Yet it intruded itself, reared its head and at the same time, it wasn't that group of people she feared. As her eyes, growing pink rimmed from the absent tears, flew across the pages, she knew it was the darkness within Hades that she feared above all else. As much as she loved him, craved him, wanted him, she feared the demon in him. So much violence, she frowned, then turned the page. |
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| Hades Styx | Apr 8 2010, 12:46 AM Post #7 |
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| Hollace Lutrov | Apr 8 2010, 06:50 PM Post #8 |
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Insane. Her husband was crazed, dangerous and evil. She blamed herself for mixing them into his dark world; they didn't know of him, didn't know any of what he had planned for them. How could they when she herself had never known. The names, methodically crossed out, drew her eyes. Dead? Had he murdered them, slicking his knives through their flesh. Dark eyes slammed shut, she hugged the book to her breast, seeking an anchor as the world tipped her over its mythical flat edge. Sheer nerve had her lowering the book, turning the page and then as she prepared to read what his ghostly white hand had penned, Hollace knew that he had been saving the best for last. |
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| Hades Styx | Apr 9 2010, 12:23 AM Post #9 |
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| Hollace Lutrov | Apr 9 2010, 08:17 AM Post #10 |
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Hot tears scalded the soft skin of her pale cheeks, all color washed away with each word she read. He had planned everything, he would kill her. She gave in to a moment of panic, of blind terror, eyes slammed shut, squeezed the world out. As they opened, anger mixed with the fear within the black orbs. He could try. Hollace had always been reckless in her life and this was one moment when that was all too apparent. She knew he would and could kill her, snuff out her life in the most painful of ways, laugh as she choked on her own blood and the light faded from her own eyes. The thought of her own blood, mixed with the ink on the pages, nearly made her fling it down, unfinished. She pushed on, forced herself to finish his twisted words, his insane thoughts about her. Then she came to the end, drawn there despite herself, and she knew she should have left. Should never have stayed to read the little black book. As she flung the book from her, stood and whirled to face the nightmare behind her, Hollace's eyes narrowed wrathfully. Slowly the tears ceased their flow but the pain within her core would not dissipate. She had given him everything of her; her love, her soul, her body, her very self. And it would never be enough. She would never be enough, had never been for anyone in her entire life. Her parents, her brother, her family, even in their love for her had never made her feel good enough. She would run and she would cling to the last essence of herself she refused to give to her husband, her love. Hades could not have her light...for it would mean giving up her life. |
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| Hades Styx | Apr 10 2010, 03:50 AM Post #11 |
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The doorway was occupied with the dark shadow, the darkness dancing around the pale faced killer. Hades stood, watching her from the moment she entered his lair. It was highly entertaining. Seeing her reactions, her facial features. If there was anything he could do to spare her life but kill the light, the goodness within so she could live with him in darkness, Hades would without a second thought. He just could not think of any other way however. Hades felt rather intrigued. What was this feeling that he had for her? Why did he obsess over the light within her? Why did he have to kill it? Because the darkness retreats at the sight of light. Hades had nothing more to defend against it if it was used against him. Hades stared down at her, the exotic beauty that was within his wife. Did she not see the person, the most perfect soulmate for him, if she just gave in to whatever he said to defeat that light? She did not. This is what angered him so much, what drove him to the point of insanity. She could not see it, to be with him. It was something that needed to be done, in order to make her see just how good it was for her. She did not belong anywhere else other than with him. Hades would make sure that she had no one to turn to other than him. No family, turn Edward against her somehow without breaking his promise to Asparuh and Kalif. The words that were in the black journal, Hades had carefully written it down. It was something that was revealing the inner depths of his sacred mind. His onyx eyes did not leave Hollace at all. When she turned around and faced him, Hades leaned off of the doorway and he took a step forward. A serious expression plastered over his white features, as he spoke, his tone unwavering from the coldness and the evil that lurked in his soul, "With your light, you don't belong anywhere. It must die, because you belong with me. You always have, and you always will be. However, that plank you have over your eyes prevents you from seeing that the light is weak, and it holds you back. You will submit to the darkness. You will submit to me!" Hades ended his last sentence with a cruel and dark laugh. Continuing to speak, "I will allow you to leave, without fighting. But you will never be alone. As promised in the journal, the pursuit will never end. I gave you a choice a long time ago, to kill me and it will all be over. Now you will see and witness what hell is truly like." The last words came out in a cruel hiss. However, the doorway was clear, and she was able to run, run so Hades could chase her down like an animal. |
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| Hollace Lutrov | Apr 13 2010, 08:23 AM Post #12 |
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Hades dark voice washed over Hollace, bathing her skin in perverse pleasure. She feared him, she loathed him but she loved him, would love him, until her dying day. Perhaps beyond. She slowly straightened, his laughter stabbing through her, setting her nerves on fire, for him. This was the darkness inside her, calling to his, wanting his hands on her body, his blood on her lips. And Hollace knew she could not give in, would not, or she would lose herself. She could clearly see the edge of the cliff she stood on but what awaited her on the other side should she take that final step was masked in blackness. "I will never submit to you, Hades," she hissed, the dark beauty of her face contradicting her words. The longing was there in her eyes, a thin note of it bled into the strong words she spoke to him. She had to leave, had to get away from his evil, before it consumed her. Before she let it and died happily at his hands. Hollace walked slowly across the room toward the open doorway, feeling his eyes on her the entire time. They burned, they seduced, they beckoned to her to give in. She turned her head just as she reached the door, dark chocolate eyes met onyx and the flood of fear, terror, longing, lust, hit her so strongly she couldn't contain the slight gasp that passed her parted lips. She had vowed not to run, not to show any fear, a weakness, to him. But the need to go to him, to give in to his darkness, pulled at her so strongly Hollace could not help it. She ran. |
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| Hades Styx | Apr 15 2010, 05:23 PM Post #13 |
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Hades smirked as she left and the dark beauty made her words seem like nothing more but a challenge to him. Hades would seek her out, and he would find her. Hollace would be his. She was the moth to his flame, the blood that ran through her body thirsted for him. Hades knew this, and it is what thrived him to pursue her even more. She was mouth-watering, and something about her drew him to her as well as vice versa. Hades allowed her to leave, after hearing her gasp. He approached the candles around where his trap rested, and Hollace had fallen for it. Most the candles blew out as he walked except for one. He bent down and he whispered with a Devil’s grin upon his evil, handsome face, “Let the games begin, Hollace.” Hades softly blew out the remaining black candle. The darkness swarmed around Hades, covering his body. That last bit of light, as it exited the room, was the smirk from the man who vowed to perform much evil in this world. So, the games had begun. End ...for now... |
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