Post by Lucas Black on Oct 17, 2013 14:11:15 GMT -8
The walls of the apartment are spinning as if Lucas had been drinking copious amounts of alcohol. Despite the symptom bearing the similar hallmarks, the root cause was altogether very different and the evil creature of the demon cackled inside its slowly diminishing prison. The Kindred Warrior’s resolve was waning in the wake of the outpouring of a ceaseless wave of energy coming from the demonic entity. Lucas stood to his feet and swayed dangerously while the familiar hum of Justice rang in its ears, its death throes calling out to him in desperation.
The Kindred member lurches to the door of his apartment and it opens clumsily under his flurry of ineffectual blows at the handle as he vainly tries again and again before succeeding. Lucas spills out into a dimly lit corridor and lands in a heap. He kicks the door shut behind him and begins the long march out to the street, his body rocking back and forth as his two guests continues to battle one another. Lucas can feel the demon inside him growing stronger, its attacks becoming bolder and his pleasure at the sight of Lucas’ bedraggled state far too amusing for his liking. The Kindred member’s footfalls echo loudly, probably causing many in the adjacent apartments to be roused fitfully from their respective slumbers.
It takes a herculean effort on Lucas’ part but he eventually makes it through the door that leads to the outside. The cool air that pervades the dead of night licks his face coolly, offering some respite to his sweat streaked forehead. The malevolent force redoubles its efforts and a proverbial hammer clatters the Warrior in his chest. Lucas drops to his knees and begins coughing before a thick texture fills the back of his throat. The stench of his own blood fills his nasal cavity with its sickly sweet aroma before he spits a shower of crimson life force onto the pavement. Lucas is only too aware that he and Lucas are losing the badly for dominion of his body.
The last remaining member of the Black family draws himself back to his feet and he is soon stumbling blindly down a dank and gloomy alley way. He does not know what this would achieve; merely seeking some way to stiffen his sinews and summon up the means to keep the evil in check. Abruptly another clubbing blow floors Lucas from within his chest and he drops unceremoniously onto the floor. His arms are splayed out on either side and the cold embrace of the concrete is his only companion for this evening. Inside the recesses of his mind, the last efforts of Justice die out with an unheard whimper. Lucas’ eyes turn a deep crimson and a malicious laugh is heard reverberating around the aged bricks of the structures that stand to either side. Lucas finds his body moving without thought. He is aware of his surroundings and his movements but no physical control over any of it. The demon smiles and locks his two prisoners away in the same one that bound him for those many days and bounds off into the night.
TBCB Anyone
The Kindred member lurches to the door of his apartment and it opens clumsily under his flurry of ineffectual blows at the handle as he vainly tries again and again before succeeding. Lucas spills out into a dimly lit corridor and lands in a heap. He kicks the door shut behind him and begins the long march out to the street, his body rocking back and forth as his two guests continues to battle one another. Lucas can feel the demon inside him growing stronger, its attacks becoming bolder and his pleasure at the sight of Lucas’ bedraggled state far too amusing for his liking. The Kindred member’s footfalls echo loudly, probably causing many in the adjacent apartments to be roused fitfully from their respective slumbers.
It takes a herculean effort on Lucas’ part but he eventually makes it through the door that leads to the outside. The cool air that pervades the dead of night licks his face coolly, offering some respite to his sweat streaked forehead. The malevolent force redoubles its efforts and a proverbial hammer clatters the Warrior in his chest. Lucas drops to his knees and begins coughing before a thick texture fills the back of his throat. The stench of his own blood fills his nasal cavity with its sickly sweet aroma before he spits a shower of crimson life force onto the pavement. Lucas is only too aware that he and Lucas are losing the badly for dominion of his body.
The last remaining member of the Black family draws himself back to his feet and he is soon stumbling blindly down a dank and gloomy alley way. He does not know what this would achieve; merely seeking some way to stiffen his sinews and summon up the means to keep the evil in check. Abruptly another clubbing blow floors Lucas from within his chest and he drops unceremoniously onto the floor. His arms are splayed out on either side and the cold embrace of the concrete is his only companion for this evening. Inside the recesses of his mind, the last efforts of Justice die out with an unheard whimper. Lucas’ eyes turn a deep crimson and a malicious laugh is heard reverberating around the aged bricks of the structures that stand to either side. Lucas finds his body moving without thought. He is aware of his surroundings and his movements but no physical control over any of it. The demon smiles and locks his two prisoners away in the same one that bound him for those many days and bounds off into the night.
TBCB Anyone