Memories Lost

[GamingLord]

Thas: That's very... convincing... Rosemary. Very convincing, if not a bit disturbing.

*GL repressed a shudder, and tried to focus as much as he possibly could. He knew it was absolutely crazy, but if it were possible, if he could do this on his own... he wouldn't have wanted anyone to come with him. He couldn't bear the thought of one of his friends turning into a servant of the Niearcim.*

*Again, their walk was uneventful. The entire city seemed abandoned. This bothered the golem as he glanced around a building, making sure nothing was waiting to strike them down. Nothing. Just empty streets, and the cold steel of the Niearcim structures, etched with their writing.*

*Who knows how long they walked through the large city. It was immense, that much was certain.*

???: "You there! Stop! Where is your group going?!"

*A strange disfigured creature that could have been human once, came out of the shadows behind them. Had it been following them? Rosemary could sense he had no heartbeat, or even breath in his lungs. The "man" wore a strange metal helmet over his head, completely hiding his face. The Niearcim mark was cleanly dug out on the front. Small spikes and spines emerged out of his ribcage, protruding awkwardly through his flesh.. some still had blood running out of them. His arms were muscular, holding a large staff with a sharp pointed blade at the end, with small gems embedded in it's metal. His voice was raspy and metallic, due to the device covering his head.*

Golem: "My masters were going to the ceremony, inside of the citad..."

*THWACK!*

*The golem let out a small grunt, as the bladed weapon quickly lopped off an arm. The stone and metal it was made of scattered. The golem said nothing more, only regenerated it's limb from the rare materials on the ground.*

Guard: "I did not ask you, demon. I asked your masters. If you were my summoned, you would have lost a head. Now tell me, where are you going?"  

[DjPANDO]

...hi?  

[GamingLord]

(Hey Chiinami, don't take this the wrong way, but you shouldn't have posted in here. It's kind of a big, closed RP session between me and a couple others. If you wanted to introduce yourself, or just randomly chat, there are forums for that on the main forum.)  

[GamingLord]

Guard: "It's a pity that this one doesn't scream or bleed as much as some of the others. You're late for the ceremony. I shall escort you to the citadel, fellow children. Though the invading Inakum force has been dwindling, they still pose a slight threat. At least we've managed to capture several for... experimentation."

*They could almost feel the sick grin that his helmet seemed to be hiding when he said that last word. Without saying another word, he gestured for them to follow him, leading them quickly through the streets. Eztli got a good luck at the back of his head, and held back a look of shock and disgust. The man wasn't wearing a helmet... The metallic device actually seemed to serve as his head, metal tubing and wires from the exposed spine on his neck digging into a just as exposed brain. The metal seemed to be pried away in one small area, the organ tissue leaking fluid and pulsing. He actually shuddered a little when strange maggot-creatures with human eyes crawled freely in the guard's flesh.*

*A while later, they arrived at the base of the citadel. Aside from being the largest structure, it was different from all the metal buildings in another manner. Thousands of bodies were horribly crucified on it's walls, many of them still twitching even though they were missing a head, or vital parts. The guard stared up at the wall with reverence, as if drawing strength from the twisted sight*

Guard: "Forgive me, I can never pass up the chance to gaze upon the ... beauty.. of the wall of sinners. Isn't it glorious?"

*One of the corpses managed to catch Rosemary's attention. His gaze burrowed into her eye(s), his mouth contorted in a silent scream. Was he trying to rat her out? Plead for her help? It didn't matter, there was nothing she could do for him. She wondered how he still existed, actually... A sharp spear jutted out of his open chest, his heart clearly impaled. Likewise, his head was nearly severed by pieces of sharp architecture that jutted out of the building. He looked like a fresh victim too, but somehow.. she doubted that. His blood that soaked the spear, and the wall behind him was dried and ancient.*

Guard: "Come, there's no more time to waste. I shall not keep you from Jiluzix's mighty presence a moment longer."

*He lead them inside, taking them through many corridors. They were mostly bare, save for signs etched with the Niearcim's language, or statues and carvings of Niearcim propaganda...*  

[GamingLord]

*The guard finally took them several floors below, and stopped in front of one of the rooms there. Quietly, he slid open the door and gestured for them to enter. Once in, he shut the door behind them.*

Vitavitos, vitasulot, niearcim, Jiluzix.
Vitavitos, vitasulot, niearcim, Jiluzix.
Evi nu tu Jiluzix, aus tis niear.
Jiluzix evi hynos cim, evi hynos niear.
Nu tis, hynos aceptive Niearcim.
Vitavitos, vitasulot, niearcim, Jiluzix.
Vitavitos, vitasulot, niearcim, Jiluzix.


*Well over a hundred mages stood in that room, quietly chanting words the group couldn't understand. There was a stage, and there Coatli led them in the chant. Finally, they stopped.*

Coatli: "Our next initiates are destined for greater things, within the ranks of Jiluzix's holy army. They've proven themselves as being fully dedicated to his cause. To strike down the false gods, and praise our mighty lord! Because of this, their ritual shall have a slight difference than the others."

Several mages shoved a being onto the stage, bound in heavy chains... an angel. His wings were filthy and tattered, and it looked like he'd suffered numerous tortures for years. His eyes still glowed with a holy fierceness against his captors, however.

Coatli: "This DEMON has insisted on hiding his true form for nearly a century now. He is a false angel. Jiluzix himself as stated this. He is a deciever, a creator of lies! He claims his diety is true, attempting to draw your souls away from our light. Tonight, he pays for his sins."

*The audience cheered loudly, and Coatli waited a while for them to quiet down. Several mage initates, their bodies still unmarked, took weapons offered to them and surrounded the wounded celestial being.*

Coatli: "Tonight, our most deserving children shall put an end to this evil, and send it's corrput souls back into the very pits of Hell where it belongs! VITAVITOS! VITASULOT! NIEARCIM! JILUZIX!"

*The chant began anew, as the mages raised their bladed instruments, and began to torture the angel. Dark blood splattered the stage, splashing against the faces of those in the audience. The angel gave out a strangled cry as one of his wings were viciously broken and ripped out of it's socket, the now useless appendage thrown to the people chanting and cheering on the initiates. Hands and claws reached for the chance to take a piece of the holy being, and violate it further, ripping feathers from it's flesh, gnashing bone with their teeth, supping upon the torn flesh and sinew.*

*By the time the initates were done, the angel was barely alive, gasping for air. His wings were removed, his limbs ending in stumps where his hands and feet were slowly cut apart. Finger by finger, toe by toe, they took their time in mutilating his form. His arms and legs were twisted and broken, the bone shattered. They had stabbed out one of his eyes, and etched the niearcim's mark on his once beautiful face, drawing out the line to his mouth, where his jaw was half removed.*

Coatli: "Jiluzix would indeed be proud! Now, children. Finish that which was started, and send this evil soul to HELL!"

*A hand grabbed the angel by the air, and forced him onto his crushed kneecaps. One swift swipe of a blade disembowled him, letting his insides spill. Another dig up his ribcage, splitting his chest open. The last slashed his throat, then removed the head. Most of the gore was taken back stage, but a few chunks were once again thrown to the crowd for them to do whatever they wanted to.*

*GL simply stared, saying nothing. Not trusting himself to speak, and trying damned hard not to think. Eztli looked horrified, and Thas watched on with a disturbed but grim face.*

GL: ...Monsters... I...how....  

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