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The halls were filled with the eerie silence that came to it every eve. The usually soft chants were still heard, along with the magical energies, yet they were about so much, they just blended in with the sinking quietness. The red banners hung along the walls, motionless. She was alone, yet not. The sentries were about, but they were not things to carry on conversations with.
Somehow, the door in front of her drew her to this spot. At it she sat, where the end of the hall carpet was and the beginning of the stone. Her gloves fingertips pushed back the red hood, exposing her dark red hair. Exactly on time with her habits, her hands almost robotically fixed her hair bun.
So much was on her mind. Each bit of knowledge was like a puzzle piece. Time and time again, when the last piece was almost put in, it was like a child ran by and hit the puzzle, scattering them, only to start over once more. She sought enlightenment, a bit of guidance. This goal though was impossible for her to reach unless she could settle her mind.
First, there was her long dead sister. She slipped but once, and paid the full price for it. How insane that seems with the circumstances now. Though, perhaps it was still justifiable to her. Her sister stayed, questioned, was chaotic in her actions. She was more then old enough to know this, but it was her nature. For that, she was killed. Somehow that seems like a eternity ago, yet could be no more then six months. The event replayed in her head again, the final moments of her sister.
?You are weak, you let them jail you! And you spoke of our plan! You are not worthy of father power, of father?s blood! You will NOT become the Lady of Murder!?
Soon after, her sisters head laid on the ground, her body kicked over he mountain edge. She knew now she was stricken with madness for even believing in that. She had real purpose now, real attainable goal. Wherever she went, Joan knew she could be watching.
A soft sigh escaped her thick red lips. Impurities, flaws, they had to be removed. She was striving for perfection, to be what she has dedicated her life to. She removed her gloves and looked to her tan hands. Normal, she thought. Flesh, wonderful, yet, unneeded. To feel a loving touch, little was better. Though, it also lead to more problems then not, more hindrances. She reached in her robe and pulled out a dagger. Any light that made it that far into the hallway glinted off its cleanness. Self discipline, she thought. It is one of the greatest methods to learn, to fix ones self.
She lifted up her robe sleeve and looked over her mark less arm. In a quick motion, she dug the razor sharp blade into her skin and cut herself. She winced and made a little gasp. Blood quickly took to the surface of the skin that was once dry and smooth. It ran around her hand for a moment before dripping to the bottom of her robe. The pain was quickly subsided due to her body?s high regeneration. Where the blood was dried and skin closed completely. She used her glove and wiped the dried blood from the wound. It looked just as before the cut, save for the faintest non-tanned line.
Second, was her love. With the time that passed from it, she had learned more then she thought she would. So much control she had gained over her own thoughts. Her lord was first, always, forever. That was unquestionable now. For the three weeks, those feelings were almost gone completely, but not fully. She is after all human, and part of her nature is to want love. The love though had to wait; it had to be made sure it was true. And it is exactly this, that herself and her love were to go through to find out. No more bumps, playing in shadows; other things that used to get in the way were gone. Test of time was now to happen for them, this she would make sure off.
She reached into the folds of her robe and pulled out her whip. This one though was special to her. The end was unlace able, and could be switched with different ends instead of the traditional whip ends. She pulled out a little metal barb end and swapped out the traditional whip ending. With a little thud the whip was laying to the stone ground. She grabbed her robe and in a moment, slipped it off along with her under garments. She picked up the whip, and held it a little more up from the handle. Her teeth gritted together and she rapidly whipped the barbs to her back, going from shoulder to shoulder. Each one that bit into her skin pushed her body forward a little. Skin tore from her back and got stuck on the barbs. She knelt over her robe, letting it catch the running little streams of blood that flowed down her back and dripped from her butt.
Her will was strong and she took twenty lashes. If it wasn?t for the spell on her body, it would look mutilated, but each tear and rip of her flesh quickly healed over fine. Though still, her body grew tired, for its energy was quickly depleting. One final thing remained for her to think and straighten out in her mind
Finally, there was the meeting. Many things were to be addressed there. There were some bumps that needed to be flattened along with ideas on improvement. It was their time now, and she was to take it upon herself to organize and make order of the new and older faithful.
She let out a long sigh and shut her eyes. She was now calm in her mind, her thoughts and feelings organized again. She took her bloodied robe and put it on over her naked body. She produced her holy symbol from a pouch and set it in front of her. The other pocket she pulled out a black rose. It twirled in her fingers for a moment. She admired its beauty. Holding her finger over the symbol with the rose she nipped her pointer finger to one of its thorns making a drop of blood fall on the symbol. She bent over kneeling and began her prayer.
My Lord of Darkness, your offerings that you require will come very soon. The meeting will discuss wonderful things you will see happen in time. I beg you to give me your guidance, wisdom, and strength for the upcoming days. For it is me who will show those who are false, truth. Those who are ignorant, to have their eyes opened. The ones, who resist, to bow before and beg to be taught. The ones who fully resist to be smitted. You are the one true god. In your power, you let us live and prosper?
She kisses the holy symbol and kneels in the new blissfulness of prayer
Somehow, the door in front of her drew her to this spot. At it she sat, where the end of the hall carpet was and the beginning of the stone. Her gloves fingertips pushed back the red hood, exposing her dark red hair. Exactly on time with her habits, her hands almost robotically fixed her hair bun.
So much was on her mind. Each bit of knowledge was like a puzzle piece. Time and time again, when the last piece was almost put in, it was like a child ran by and hit the puzzle, scattering them, only to start over once more. She sought enlightenment, a bit of guidance. This goal though was impossible for her to reach unless she could settle her mind.
First, there was her long dead sister. She slipped but once, and paid the full price for it. How insane that seems with the circumstances now. Though, perhaps it was still justifiable to her. Her sister stayed, questioned, was chaotic in her actions. She was more then old enough to know this, but it was her nature. For that, she was killed. Somehow that seems like a eternity ago, yet could be no more then six months. The event replayed in her head again, the final moments of her sister.
?You are weak, you let them jail you! And you spoke of our plan! You are not worthy of father power, of father?s blood! You will NOT become the Lady of Murder!?
Soon after, her sisters head laid on the ground, her body kicked over he mountain edge. She knew now she was stricken with madness for even believing in that. She had real purpose now, real attainable goal. Wherever she went, Joan knew she could be watching.
A soft sigh escaped her thick red lips. Impurities, flaws, they had to be removed. She was striving for perfection, to be what she has dedicated her life to. She removed her gloves and looked to her tan hands. Normal, she thought. Flesh, wonderful, yet, unneeded. To feel a loving touch, little was better. Though, it also lead to more problems then not, more hindrances. She reached in her robe and pulled out a dagger. Any light that made it that far into the hallway glinted off its cleanness. Self discipline, she thought. It is one of the greatest methods to learn, to fix ones self.
She lifted up her robe sleeve and looked over her mark less arm. In a quick motion, she dug the razor sharp blade into her skin and cut herself. She winced and made a little gasp. Blood quickly took to the surface of the skin that was once dry and smooth. It ran around her hand for a moment before dripping to the bottom of her robe. The pain was quickly subsided due to her body?s high regeneration. Where the blood was dried and skin closed completely. She used her glove and wiped the dried blood from the wound. It looked just as before the cut, save for the faintest non-tanned line.
Second, was her love. With the time that passed from it, she had learned more then she thought she would. So much control she had gained over her own thoughts. Her lord was first, always, forever. That was unquestionable now. For the three weeks, those feelings were almost gone completely, but not fully. She is after all human, and part of her nature is to want love. The love though had to wait; it had to be made sure it was true. And it is exactly this, that herself and her love were to go through to find out. No more bumps, playing in shadows; other things that used to get in the way were gone. Test of time was now to happen for them, this she would make sure off.
She reached into the folds of her robe and pulled out her whip. This one though was special to her. The end was unlace able, and could be switched with different ends instead of the traditional whip ends. She pulled out a little metal barb end and swapped out the traditional whip ending. With a little thud the whip was laying to the stone ground. She grabbed her robe and in a moment, slipped it off along with her under garments. She picked up the whip, and held it a little more up from the handle. Her teeth gritted together and she rapidly whipped the barbs to her back, going from shoulder to shoulder. Each one that bit into her skin pushed her body forward a little. Skin tore from her back and got stuck on the barbs. She knelt over her robe, letting it catch the running little streams of blood that flowed down her back and dripped from her butt.
Her will was strong and she took twenty lashes. If it wasn?t for the spell on her body, it would look mutilated, but each tear and rip of her flesh quickly healed over fine. Though still, her body grew tired, for its energy was quickly depleting. One final thing remained for her to think and straighten out in her mind
Finally, there was the meeting. Many things were to be addressed there. There were some bumps that needed to be flattened along with ideas on improvement. It was their time now, and she was to take it upon herself to organize and make order of the new and older faithful.
She let out a long sigh and shut her eyes. She was now calm in her mind, her thoughts and feelings organized again. She took her bloodied robe and put it on over her naked body. She produced her holy symbol from a pouch and set it in front of her. The other pocket she pulled out a black rose. It twirled in her fingers for a moment. She admired its beauty. Holding her finger over the symbol with the rose she nipped her pointer finger to one of its thorns making a drop of blood fall on the symbol. She bent over kneeling and began her prayer.
My Lord of Darkness, your offerings that you require will come very soon. The meeting will discuss wonderful things you will see happen in time. I beg you to give me your guidance, wisdom, and strength for the upcoming days. For it is me who will show those who are false, truth. Those who are ignorant, to have their eyes opened. The ones, who resist, to bow before and beg to be taught. The ones who fully resist to be smitted. You are the one true god. In your power, you let us live and prosper?
She kisses the holy symbol and kneels in the new blissfulness of prayer