11/23/2020  The retaking of the kingdom of Izalith. Participation storyline SOD only members Category: Uncategorized The retaking of the kingdom of Izalith. Participation storyline SOD only members Many eons ago there was a destruction of the kingdom of Izalith by an unknown deity that merge from the creation of the first flame. The creation of the first flame goes back to the first finding in a dark world where dark beings with no purposes in life were not often taken upon then self to search for the light they all look for. One such flame was giving by lord Gwyn, who became the lord of sunlight with the power of lighting. The second flame was found by a being believed to be the first of the death, he found the flame becoming lord of the death. the third was found by a mysterious woman and her daughter, she only knew of the witch of chaos. She became the primordial witch of fire And then the last flame was found by an unknown being, to believe the bringer of darker. These beings possessed immense power of their own, each with god-like powers. As each of them went to harness the power they found, each began building a kingdom of their own and becoming powerful lords. Soon they wanted to challenge the power of the ancient dragon in which they were immortal. With no one to find out how to kill them, one of the dragons that were born without scale grown resented, and in his act of betrayal, he gave the secret to Gwyn on how to kill them. With this Knowledge, Gwyn gathers his silver knight and went into battle with the dragons. this information was passed on to the witch of fire and the lord of the death. Gather in different sectors of the realm, Gwyn draws first blood on the dragon by shooting them down from the skies by hitting them with lighting. With this lightning, their scale felt off their skin render them vulnerable. With his job done, Nito, the first of the death created a Miasma of death and disease in which poison the dragon as they fall death with debilitating sickness. Finally, the witches of fire attack their nest killing the dragon eggs by burning them. and so came the end of the dragons. many thousands of years later, each went to their own kingdom, the dragon that betrays his own kind was given Dukedom for his service on defeating the dragons. During that time, Nito went deep into his catacombs and collect the death from the wars. and Banished from the action, the witches leader was trying to recreate the first flame that gives her the power of fire, this was forbidden to do. however, she did succeed in creating the flame with catastrophic consequences. From the flame, an insatiable demon came out of the flame and began killing everything on sight, engulfing the realm in flames, those that survive was turned into spider half and half-demon like humanoid. with this treat Gwyn saw to control the danger only ending in many death, however, the witch sacrifices herself and became the bed of chaos in which she and Gwyn was able to stop. but too much danger was done and the realm was seal away. Gwyn then took his attention elsewhere, two other kingdoms were at peril, and soon send his five knights to control the situation. Gough, Sirian, and Artoria headed down to Oolacile to confront the lord of the fourth flame. he was lord of darkness. One of the knights try but was killed the other two fleet away for they were no match for him. Soon Oolacile was destroyed by the dark lord yet was contain for a time being sealing also this realm. Frustrated, Gwyn gave part of the shard of the first flame to 4 kings, in which they ended been corrupted by the primordial serpent Kathe. Soon they send the dark wraith upon the city of New Londo where Gwyn could not control then, and it was ordered to drown the city and its people. causing massive death. with constant failure, he finally gave another piece to his confident white dragon to continue research on how to stop the upcoming darkness. Gywn locks himself away with his silver knight now becoming a dark knight. With every deity gone and banished, one of the daughters that survive gathers many of the women from different realms from past, future, and present to aid in the reconstruction of the kingdom of Izalith. With plans to eradicate the demons in there, she will need to gather powerful women with each their own powers to bring back the kingdom to its former glory. and letters were sent to each realm. as she waiting for each of them to report for their next task. 05: PM 6 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 4 Kudos  Back to Blog List

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	Queen Karasu Soulweaver{M_L Kraven(Pinhead) Soulweaver}{Cenobite Marionette Queen of KALD}{Ruler of Lowest Level of Hell, and VOD}{Admin of The Body Shoppe}{Mother of Twins Nimrod and Lilith}{RODS}{TDG}{SOD}{EDF}	The Marionette was deep in the lowest levels of Hell tormenting souls until they broke and their souls radiated a delicious terror that came from being fractured and blackened further than when they originally arrived in that place. Only the darkest of the dark were condemned to the Lower Levels and the Devil himself dare not enter that part of his realm for fear her desire for power would lead her to attack him. She had already done away with the Knights of Hell and devoured their souls as well as his hell hounds. Now she seemed satisfied where she was and he was content to let her stay down there, distracted by playing with her new toys. Karasu had entered Hell of her own free will, her massive ten foot wingspan allowing her to harden the feathers into almost stone like appendages that burst and broke through her back and downwards into the earth creating a tear into Hell. She crawled into it and began devouring all she came across before the arangement was made between the Ruler and Creator of hell and herself. She was content to stay down there forever as her power exceeded anything that she had before making her a force to be reckoned with. On occasion she would ascend from the pits and to the earthly plane and hunt families, or villages, or both depending on what she was in the mood for. She loved bathing in blood, devouring souls and even the flesh of humans finding their fear soaked into it and made it even more satisfying to feed on. She was in the center of a village with pools and rivers of blood lining the street as all the occupants had been dragged from their homes now alight in flames into a large pile in the center where the Marionette took on her nightmare form and feasted on them. Men, woman, children, she cared not for who fell at her hands and although there had been mighty warriors in the Village, they fell with the snap of her fingers, black mist coming from all the corpses and into her nostrils as she breathed in their agony. The purest souls where those of the children and she worked hard to break and blacken them before devouring them and feeling her power grow as a thick miasma of pain and despair flowed from her and surrounded the Village. She was in the midst of feeding in this sickening fog as a crushing blackness kept anyone who may try to sneak up on her to fall to their knees before ever reaching even a few feet from her. Above her in the black sky filled with smoke from the burning houses, her flock of Ravens cawed and waited for scraps of her victims but one came to her that she did not know with something wrapped around its foot. She stopped feeding, body and face coated in a dark crimson as blood dripped from her chin and she raised an arm allowing it to break through all her barriers and land on her wrist. She took the paper and a dark grin spread, twisted and mangled as it cracked the corners of her mouth and she slowly stood and her form contorted back to its normal state. "Hmmmm, this intrigues me." She mumbled to herself and soon her wings burst through her back and she took to the sky, flying to the kingdom from which the letter was sent. A sister of darkness seemed to need help and the idea of getting to use her powers to their full potential was too delicious not to take up. Posted by Queen Karasu Soulweaver{M_L Kraven(Pinhead) Soulweaver}{Cenobite Marionette Queen of KALD}{Ruler of Lowest Level of Hell, and VOD}{Admin of The Body Shoppe}{Mother of Twins Nimrod and Lilith}{RODS}{TDG}{SOD}{EDF} on Sat Aug 14, 2021, 03:08 [Reply to this]

	Tatiana Wolfmoon (Gingersnaps)(Imprinted by Anika Rein) {SOD}{RODS}{TDG}{DH}	Gingersnap was sharpening her blades when a letter reached her dorms right by the castle where she protecting her queen. Swiftly, she jumps onto the messenger with a blade on her throat.* You, shall not be here, I will kill you now.* Before the blade could find itself across the throat, a letting was held on a shaken hand from the woman been pin to the ground.* What is this? * She punched the girl hard on the face knocking her down and read the content. Her queen knew she needed to answer the call and so she prepared to take her to leave by the queen's order, she was in another dimension and or realm and there was no danger to her. Gather her gears and woken the girl when soon the girl banished in tin air, the message was delivered. She headed to the forest to look for this secret entrance. Gingersnaps stood before the forest of giant trees and gazed into its dark depths curiously. The air was permeated by the cries of several various songbirds as they called melodiously to one another. A gentle breeze blew through the wooded grove and brought with it a sweet earthy scent that made Gingersnaps smile. This was truly a peaceful place. That held a dark secret. “The Wolf Forest,” Gingersnaps said to no one in particular. She lifted her nose to the air and gave a small sniff, testing its scent. At first, she only smelled that same familiar earthy smell, but after a moment it came to her. A scent that she had only smelled once in her entire lifetime, but one that she would never forget. The scent of a werewolf. As if on cue, a pair of glowing yellow eyes appeared from within the dark foliage directly ahead of her. A low growl of rage emitted from the same area and Gingersnaps immediately went on the defense. She crouched low, making herself less of a target, and then… She whistled. “Here girl!” she called. It was a completely random thing to do. By calling to the creature in this manner, she could confuse it and make it assume that she was nothing more than a stupid tourist thinking it was a dog or some other innocent creature. The sunglasses she wore over her eyes would disguise her true image from it. The only way it would have any idea of what she truly was would be if it got close enough to smell her. From this distance, she was still incognito. The trick worked. The beast’s growling ceased and the yellow glow vanished from its eyes. There was a rustling in the foliage where it hid and then… “Who are you?” a small voice demanded. Gingersnaps pretended to be startled. “Who’s that?” she demanded in a shaky voice. “What are you doing in my forest? This is forbidden territory. No humans allowed… Get out!” Gingersnaps smiled to herself slightly. So far the stories she had been told about this creature were true. With a shrug, she turned her back on the forest and started to walk away from it. “Whatever you say!” she called over her shoulder. “I thought this was where I could find an actual werewolf! Apparently, the stories were fake. Just some stupid little girl in the woods!” “Hey!” the creature’s high voice shouted from behind her. Gingersnaps smirked and stopped in her tracks. Offending a werewolf’s pride was purely suicidal. she didn’t move, but she heard the leaves rustle as the creature’s soft-padded feet walked delicately over the leafy ground coming towards him slowly. Gingersnaps made sure to keep absolutely still, even when she felt the heat of the creature’s breath on the back of his neck. she felt the light brush of delicate fur as the creature brought its mouth close to her right ear and whispered in a dangerously quiet voice. “I could kill you right now… Do you really want that, human?” Gingersnaps felt her knees begin to quiver and she forced herself to stay calm. she couldn’t allow herself to get into rage and fear to be rekindled, not here, not now. she took a deep breath to keep her voice from quivering when she spoke. “You could, but you won’t. You’re not a real werewolf.” That was probably the worst thing that she could have said because, at that exact moment, she felt a pair of sharp claws slash through the skin on her back. Before she could even react to the pain, she was kicked with the force of a horse and knocked to the ground. Suddenly a weight pressed into her back as the creature sat on her, ensuring that her soft fur rubbed against ginger’s freshly cut back. she gritted her teeth against the pain as she felt the creature bring its mouth close to her ear once more. “Still think I’m not a real werewolf?” This was it. All of this trouble would finally be worth it, but she was going to have to play his cards right this time or it could be all over right here and now. “I still haven’t seen your face. Anyone can pull off fancy stunts. That doesn’t make you a werewolf!” For a moment there was only silence and then Ginger suddenly felt the weight on her back vanish and for a terrifying second, she thought that the creature had left, but it was then that she was roughly rolled over onto his back so that she was gazing upward at the green leaf canopy overhead. The weight pressed down on her chest again and Ginger knew that she was about to see the terrifying beast of the Wolf Forest. she took a breath to prepare herself and looked down to find… A young girl sitting on her chest. The image of a terrifying werewolf with a snarling, foam-dripping muzzle and glaring yellow eyes full of pure rage and wildness instantly disappeared from her mind as Ginger stared at the strange girl sitting atop her chest. Physically, she had the general makeup of an ordinary thirteen-year-old girl, with a few oddities here and there. For one thing, her entire body was covered with light brown, soft fur that swayed in the gentle breeze of the forest. On top of her head, the hair grew longer and darker and she kept it pulled back in a ponytail and from the top of her head sprouted two fluffy brown...ears. Wolf ears that stuck straight up out of her hair. The thing that struck her most about this strange girl, however… Was her eyes. They were big round and emerald green. Instead of glowing with animal-like wildness and rage, they seemed calm and almost… Human. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she growled at her. Her ears lowered and she bared her teeth, showing off sharp fangs. “Think I’m a real werewolf now?” Ginger smiled. Perhaps she had pushed her too far. Even though she was merely a pup, she was still a werewolf and she was still fully capable of causing extensive damage. she was going to need to tread carefully from here on out. One false move and that would be the end of her. When Ginger didn’t answer her, the werewolf leaned down curiously so that her nose was mere inches from her own, she then gave a short sniff and wrinkled her nose as if she had smelled something foul. “What are you?” she demanded, her voice harsh and accusing. “You reek!” She covered her nose and a suspicious light came to her eyes. Before ginger could react, she suddenly reached down and jerked her sunglasses off of her eyes. The sudden brightness made her squint and cover them with his arms, but the shade didn’t last long because the werewolf grabbed ahold of her arms and forced them away from her face so that she could see them for herself. The two stared at one another for a long moment. The girl’s eyes were wide and filled with a mixture of disbelief, shock...and fear. She knew. “Y-You’re…a...a…” she stammered in horror. Quickly she jumped to her feet and backed away from Ginger as she sat up and stared at her in surprise. “It’s not what you think, I-” “Don’t bother!” she interrupted shrilly. “I know what you are! You’re one of...them.” Before Ginger had time to respond to her accusation, the werewolf had already gone into defensive mode, crouching down and raising her fists threateningly. “You’ll never get me! I...I’ll… I’ll fight you!” Ginger slowly came to her feet, keeping her hands raised in a placating manner to keep her calm. “It’s ok,” she said in a calm voice. “I’m not what you think, just let me-” “Liar!” Without warning the girl lunged at her, claws ready, and fangs bared. ginger had only a millisecond to react. There was only one option. she couldn’t hurt her, but she couldn’t just stand by and allow her to rip her to shreds either. Suddenly her years of forceful training came back and she instinctively crouched down, prepared to do what she had to stop the insane werewolf. When she got within striking range of him, ginger swiftly moved to the side so that her attack passed harmlessly through the air. Before she had time to recover, ginger quickly put her own attack into play, she caught the werewolf off guard and managed to tackle her to the ground, where she continued to fight, bite and claw at her. * Calm down little one. I'm nowhere for you, I pretend all this time because I did not want to hurt you and I know you are like me, I'm here on a mission and I can not seem to find the entry of this place, will you know where this entry can be?* Ginger asks the young werewolf. She pointed up the mountains where no man or beast shall be, dangerous demons lurk about and hunt at night. * Is call Mouth of hell, Or drake mountains because there is a Valley of drake before entering the tunnel that crosses 10,000 miles of an underground kingdom. Poison swamp and guard with giant clubs tip with toxic poison. A place I nearly die if I was not what I'm.* Showing a symbol of the letter to the young werewolf she shook her head and guide her to the entry. After a long while, she pointed where to go.* thank you, I will find you sometime when I get back.* She said as the girl left her. Ginger enters the cave and indeed, just like the girl said there was a guard there. She presented the letter and let her go in. Soon taking some stairs and an elevator that were only moved by magic. The vendor was at the bottom of a 20 story deep from top to bottom and in the heart of the poison swamp.* You will need this special moss, to protect you from the poison.* Ginger look and got a few while trading of her jewels and ate one, then starting heading up the hill and enter another cave that was cover in spider eggs all over the walls and ceiling. Soon reaching Quelaag's domain and into a grand hall where more of these creatures lies dormant in their sleep. After 2 miles walk of this grand hall, she found a lift, step in, and slowly began to descent another 40 stories down. When she reached down, all the place the mountain and lake were of fire and magma. She was ok with the hellish temperature since where she is from there is a twin sun and the heat reach over 180 degrees. Making her way down there were demons dead in the lake and all over the ground, she continues to walk across a long bridge and a bull demon was guarding it. Letting her pass after showing the documents and continue over a long ivory staircase and into the throne of the queen.* Welcome Tatiana, or will you prefer, Gingersnaps.* She smiles seeing her sister.* only my queen can call me that. So Gingersnaps is perfect.* Gave a small bow and waited for orders. Posted by Tatiana Wolfmoon (Gingersnaps)(Imprinted by Anika Rein) {SOD}{RODS}{TDG}{DH} on Fri Jan 01, 2021, 20:01 [Reply to this]

	Pale Night +Mother of Demons+	Receiving the letter from Queen Quelaag of the Kingdom of Izalith and Demon Ruins, Pale Night reads it with soulless eyes and a face void of emotion. Queen Quelaag's messenger somehow found Pale Night to deliver the letter and that is perhaps a mistake that most likely will cost the life of Queen Quelaag's messenger. Pale Night makes the pretty messenger wait while some of her demons of unique breeding surround the messenger. Almost to the end of the letter, Pale Night recalls places like Kingdom of Izalith and Demon Ruins, remembering Izalith Kingdom is where one of her cults is at. That was eons ago in Izalith, with her secret cult in Izalith all but destroyed for sure. Gradually, the chill in the air around Quelaag's pretty messenger rises and makes the female herald that much more uncomfortable. Around the messenger are demons that she recognizes and demons she is not able to identify. Unable to identify who her queen sent to for aid of the many of her queen's sisters across the worlds and time itself, the messenger starts to get a bad feeling about this. Pale Night finishes the letter and senses the messenger's uneasy look. While giving the messenger a smile laced with insanity, Pale Night closes the distance between herself and Quelaag's messenger, lowering the letter in one hand and touching the pretty face before her with the other. Pale Night says nothing and allows the messenger feel her ice cold touch, her frigid presence, and her chilling breath. Her eyes like blue ice until those soulless orbs get softer in blue before turning all white. Pale Night sees the swallow the messenger takes move down her throat, seeing that the messenger desires to leave and get away. Warn her queen she must. This sister of Quelaag's should not be. The Mother of Demons is caught by Quelaag's messenger while she walks the world, an act that would make Quelaag's messenger be a part of Pale Night's collection and gallery of horrors if the messenger had come to Pale Night's own realm in the Abyss where her castle of bones resides. A title and mere existence lost in demon myth and legend, Pale Night predates what many think of as demon existence. This includes the divines, angels, the fallen, demons, devils and others of that age. The simple times from Pale Night's point of view. At one point in Abyssal time and history, Pale Night saw something that displeased her and opened her eyes, so to speak. This awakening of sorts caused Pale Night to turn her back on the Abyss, Chaos itself, her own kind, her demon children, and all the conflicts against many of the before-mentioned beings. She goes into isolation and disappears, never looking back or aiding her kind or children and their cause. A new purpose comes to her and it is above all and everything else. This goes on for millions, billions or trillions of years, depending on how much time has passed for each world after Creation. Until now. "Come, pretty thing, take me to my sister, Queen Quelaag." Pale Night takes the messenger's hand. Dropping the letter, Pale Night uses the powers of her sorceress witch host to take Quelaag's messenger with her to where Quelaag is and the two of them show up to the queen's gathering of sisters. Pale Night's presence on the world Quelaag's messenger found the ancient demon is not the only one. For instance, Izalith's deep dark secrets where demons have come are where somewhere Pale Night's cult used to be, for like any world with people of weak hearts and minds can be tempted and turn away from their gods. On one world is Izalith, on another world is where Quelaag's messenger found Pale Night, and other worlds Pale Night has walked. For what purpose? When Pale Night recognizes pretty Shialla, the Daughter of the High Forest, the ancient demon smiles and immediately sets her eyes on Shialla, letting Quelaag's messenger's hand go and allowing the pretty messenger to go to her queen to advise her that Pale Night's invitation is a mistake and that there is a bad feeling about this addition to the queen's forces. Others were around but Shialla is the only one in Pale Night's sights while playing with her pale hair. "We meet again, pretty Shialla, are you here to kill demons too?" Posted by Pale Night +Mother of Demons+ on Wed Dec 30, 2020, 17:12 [Reply to this]

	Constance Solaris ||Shield Maiden to Emp Cain Romanicus|| ||TDG|| ||SOD||	Her history was long ago, a few hundreds year back she was part of a single entity. Her sister Millicent married a vampire name Angelus Mayella, and on their wedding night, she split from the single body of her sister into two different entities. The rest is history. after her former husband let them go to pursue their own choice they travel the world together, one after they met up with cain and they both became shieldmaiden of the romanicus family. Her duties are to protect the realm but something came up, a new treat and as she was serving cain she joined with an elite group of a sister to protect another realm, and the call was soon to collect with her. She heard a voice, one of the queen sisters needed her help. Responding to the call, Constance spoke with cain, he let her go and join her sister for whatever threat they were to face. As she was traveling, she made it to the entry of Blightown, It was surrounded with acid. The most horrible kind. This acid spread through the entire town, the battle consumed all who crossed its path. A small troop was obviously its favorite meal and it swallowed them up the whole. Now everyone was useless. Either a splattered mess or completely disintegrated. Another win for the Enemy. Constance was still alive for some reason. "What the hell?" She said out loud. She could not tell where she was because blindness engulfed her vision. Noises emerged from her thought pattern and it told her of tales that could not be said out loud for it was beyond the comprehension. Constance was not normal. She was breed out of a from another Angelic body, her the abilities of increased intuition, improved sight, the ability to comprehend multiple languages, and finally the ability to hold on to the images of thoughts that emerge from other beings, no matter what species. But with the blindness (now spreading from her vision to her other senses) she could not quite tell what was going on. She knew she was alive but not what for. A Diabolical voice echoed through her membrane: "Sivum Gem Grabit!... Mupis... Forn Goines Ioeupsn!" A Multifaceted Spectrum of Color Exploded through her visual scapes. The Enemy, it had hired the Ultimate Weapon. Most of the mercenaries that were utilized by the Enemy did so under the influence of demonic stature and perhaps extra benefits, witches, demons, sleeping dangers, that will look for food. However, this new Weapon could not be paid for under those circumstances. That is what made it so dangerous. Its payment was the pure pleasure of killing. It's named: Destructor. The number of souls transmigrated as a result of this freezing cold-blooded demon was uncountable. Many tried but they were destroyed quickly and thus added to the death count. The Enemy was wary of hiring such a killer because it knew what once their own enemy was destroyed, the Ultimate Destruction and Havoc would surely turn on them and unleash its infamous fury. For that reason alone, the Elders of the Enemy concocted a plan of action against such a circumstance. In the meantime, Destructoral, Demon of Ultimate Destruction, being capable of transcending matter shot through the galaxy at thirty times Light Speed in the form of pure thought to reach their destination. Constance had nothing to lose. Her mind was shot from all the explosive colors that shot through her mind. I am not an animal I am an angelic being that deserves respect and recognition. Based upon the Acts of Ilazith grand witch that were read across the Demon ruins, she could not even begin to comprehend what was upon her. A Ray of fire burst of pure energy whizzed by her. She could not tell if it was real. Then a voice said to her, "Constance you are not alive," "Am, I dead?", she asked. "You are beyond death you are being the state of the living, you do not require any form of matter to exist, you are pure energy:" Constance cried, she could not believe what was going on but her tears would not form. All of a sudden, a billion forms emerged at the same time through her visual scape. They were the dæmons of the remaining ruins coming to claim her soul into the dark abyss of Doom a. "Nooooo!" she screamed. There is no way out of this fate. But her strength grew because she knew that even if it took a billion years in this plane of existence (only a matter of second in ours) She would have to battle every single dæmon that existed on this plane to guard and protect the one secret that she had been sent to keep and deliver to the Elder of flames. Thus beings her greatest journey. Soaring through the ruins, She was able to comprehend everything that was going around. There are many planes around us, she thought. They all exist and have the ability to influence each other in many ways. Her mental voice shuddering under the gravity of his thought power. It is a shame that I must destroy everything. This realm is the most glorious creation. she was soaring had brought back a lot of painful memories that had been stored in, but she paid little attention to them and focused on a more important matter that was hogging her attention. In the near distance, she perceived a billion dæmonic figures surrounding and approaching a woman suspended in space who was surrounded by a prismatic array of color and appeared to have at semitransparent chalice floating above her head? Constance thought to herself: I have arrived. Constance donned her spiritual armor. There was more in her training than firing lightning bolts and heavy Spear. She was trained in the art of Psychic Compat. This plane existed only in her mind but was influenced by many spheres of thought that entered other beings' minds and she knew that every action in this realm would certainly play out in other spheres. She must be careful. She shielded and Pointed at the massive armies of dæmons. "I banish you all to a mundane existence!". All of a sudden there was a loud crash and she knew it and dreaded it at the same time. had emerged from her thought-form and took on the material form that allowed her to influence the Five Realms of Spheres. Her three main functions however remained as a thoughtform and would take care of the dæmonic armies. A bright flash of light and a beam of pure energy seared through a chunk of the army causing their forms to disintegrate causing pain and anguish over the already dammed. Any dæmon within sight of the beam was blinded and had their eye sockets melted before them and their groins imploded. Destruction was just beginning and Constance even though she knew for a moment that she was saved, knew that an eventually worse fate would probably befall her. She fought her way to her sister that, for some reason, she took the wrong turn, however finally made it to the front gates Where guards stand she spoke. "I am Constance!" The voice resonated throughout the realms. "You will not die today." For it was written in the books. The auditorium was covered in gold and was ornate like a midævil treasure chest smelted by the Gods. There was no other structure in all of history that spoke of such beauty and craftsmanship. Stories of the Deeds of Gods were strewn about in lace and pearl, highlighted in precious and semi-precious stones. The figures seemed to animate in dynamic sequence and would not yield for the mind, it was already in peace. The Gods awoke. An ominous echo: Constance, you are our creation, birthed from our thought, fashioned in our image" "I am but an abomination, a mere dimension of your mind; far from your perfection" Constance became transparent. An ominous echo: "You are our children and our blood." she started to vibrate with rage. On the left, a billion dark figures approached. Only one thought entered Constance's mind "It's now or never!" She picked up Spear in the coordinates. She had to get out of this near-damned area of space. The fire nearby was shriveling up and any moment now would explode in the most glorious display of power and raw energy. The souls were already gathering and were collecting the benefits and she knew that there would be even less time before she would have to leave her own soul behind to be gathered by the Wicked Plot. "What is it that you want from me!?" In the vacuum of the ruins, the sound could not travel. Only the light-beams of thought. She was at the point of yelling. Glanced at her and continued to ravage the black Dæmons of Ilazalith with her beams of Hyper-Luminescence. "Tell me! You are the most feared in all the realm, I do not fear you. Only your intensions" "My intentions are the Will of God, Fear not for my purpose is to seek your help." "My help??" she thought, "What could you possibly need me for?" She heard from Queelag A chorus of confusion, raw fear, and terror reverberated. "I am Queelag, you shall know me throughout your lifetime. I am Destruction, I am Creation, and I am the Essence." The screams slowly became louder. and gradually tightened her grip. The black Dæmons saw this as a sign of absent-mindedness and took the opportunity to counterattack. A flock of the darkest shadows flew towards the queen at speeds unheard, they went straight for the heart. Queelag's sensed the attack and riposted with a graceful wave of her arm. The Gods were laughing at the sadistic ones though it could be argued that all God was a Sadist. The fate of so many souls was in the frail hands of this moment of space-time and its bones were becoming brittle with age. Queelag turned her attention towards the remaining Four Armies of demons. Their forms were being mutilated in his grasp and the screams were almost unbearable for Constance's mind. "So many souls!" She screamed at the chaos. Small groups of dæmons were trying to continue the attack on though many dispersed as a result of the confusion. Queelag ripped apart and shredded literally hundreds of these beings with her mind; their agony the fate of Creation. Inside by the thought of her mother." And her soul began to sparkle with pure light. *You have been exposed to the Poison too long*. Queelag said. She desmonstrated not a sign of emotion flowing through her entity. A God is a celestial being that enhabits a near enlightened dimension of thought. Queelag Infused Constance with a light that looked like the star was on the verge of exploding and the folds of Existence that awaited this very moment were anticipating the coming spectacle. The Angels knew of what would occur. They had the mind of the Creator. When Queelag was done, she let go of Constance that was a cure from the poison. Welcome sister. Your battle this day is proven to us that we made the right choice. Pardon the test. But the real deal awaits. Come and join your sister. Constance was confused, why all this. But for them, she understood this battle will be for a long time, and there was no chance of mistake. She will be one of the leading women to march into the wasteland of the demon ruins. Posted by Constance Solaris ||Shield Maiden to Emp Cain Romanicus|| ||TDG|| ||SOD|| on Thu Dec 03, 2020, 07:12 [Reply to this]

	Shiallia Daughter of the High Forest	The fey-maidens were the protectors of forests and trees. They have the innate ability to change their appearance at will, often taking the form of a beautiful woman with delicate fine features. Their hair seems to be made of leaves and foliage that changes color with the seasons of the calendar. During the spring and summer months, the hair of a dryad is lush and green, while during autumn it turns vibrant red and finally rich brown in the winter. The winter hair is the most spectacular, pure white and glittery like ice crystals. They can also blend in with the trees and their natural scenery like a chameleon, their skin changing to rough bark with limbs long and branchlike. They can change their skin coloring to olive, chestnut, red or green just by merely thinking of it, whether deliberately or instinctively to hide from humans. Forever shy like deer and mischievous like imps, they are masters of shapeshifting, requiring no effort to make the transformation. All nymphs get their kinetic energies from the natural elements; for example, Oceanid nymphs of the breezes draw their powers from the wind and the water. The dryads can manipulate plant growth and command the forest dwellers. They are known for their amazing archery skills and can easily pierce their target from the distance of 200 feet. They have a love for the forest, specifically trees, and satyr music, and they master abilities to shape the foliage to their will. Their magical energies come from the plant life, the dirt that nourishes the roots, and the sun that is absorbed in the leaves. Dryads can manipulate these energies in magical ways. As fire is forbidden in the forest, they instead create makeshift glow-sticks by stimulating certain fungi and crafting a wreath out of the plant to make a light source that is wearable on their bodies. In a matter of personal preference, some dryads wear natural clothing made of ferns and leaves while others wear the cloth clothing of the humans. In some cases, the dryad remains naked, living sky-clad without clothing at all. Shaillia prefers cotton woven cloth clothing. A hawk shrieks somewhere high above in the trees. Shaillia lifts her head and sniffs the air for danger as she glances warily around. All her animal friends have scattered into the protection of their dens, nests, and burrows. The large bird of prey glides down on a soft rustle of wings and lands nearby. With a rapid tilt and motion of its head, it pecks at a small scrolled note that was tied in a loose knot to its leg. Shaillia pulls at the end, unraveling the knot and catches the note. Silently, she reads it. It is written by Queen Quelaag beseeching her to hurry to Lordran for a most urgent matter. The hawk shrieks again and launches itself into the air to fly away. Shaillia worried for her friend. She hailed a swift footed doe and mounted up bareback. “To Izalith!” she commanded and urged the deer into a bounding run. The trees swept by like a blur, soft hooves tore up the sod below and flung it into the air behind them. Her sheer clothing rippled out behind her as they sped forwards. A few hundred miles away, the vast realm of Lordran lies in the west. It is the land of the ancient lords and home to Gwyn, the Lord of Sunlight, Nito, the First of the Dead, the Witch of Izalith, Seath the Scaleless, and their many brethren and loyal citizens. Shaillia’s forest stretches along the outskirts of Lordran and thereby obligates her by friendship to assist Lord Gwyn and the Sisters of Darkness. The society of women had been accepting of the dryad and her mischievous ways, welcoming her to join them and participate in their social order. In particular, she was quite fond of Queen Quelaag of the demon ruins of Izalith. They shared much in common and told secrets to each other in the strictness of confidence; they were like sisters of the heart and soul. There was a spiritual love between them, a bond that exceeds mere friendship. A loud and heart quickening boom comes from the general direction of Izalith. It sounded unearthly, almost magical. In all her experience, Shaillia had never heard anything like it before. Something dreadful was happening to her friends! In near panic, Shaillia urged the deer to run even faster, almost hectically and recklessly. If not for the sure-footed herbivore, certainly many a tree root would have tripped them up by now. As it was, she arrived at her friends’ not–so-humble abode, the standing ruins of a once magnificent stone castle that boasted of a glorious past. Shaillia jumped off the deer while still in motion and grabbed the heavy iron knocker, Bang! Bang! Bang! “Quelaag! Quelaag! Are you home?!” Hearing no immediate answer, she rushed around the tower to the grand courtyard. There were many of the Sisters, the Councils of Ladies and the Oracle of Darkness, all assembled in an urgent meeting, discussing no doubt, a dire situation. Breathing out a sigh of relief that no harm had yet befallen them, her eyes desperately searched the gathering for the familiar face of her best friend. She sees Quelaag at the head of the assembled, standing near Queen Nashandra and Empress Cruxifix. Shaillia pushed herself forwards and curtsied respectfully to the Council members, “I am here to help, if I can be of any assistance. Posted by Shiallia Daughter of the High Forest on Thu Dec 03, 2020, 04:12 [Reply to this]

	Empress Cruxifix Cavaleras Darksoul RODS SOD DH EDF (M_L Etherus _ Amulet)	There was a nip in the air that something was wrong. She felted the air shifting from a calm day into a dark gray all of a sudden. Cruxifix, Standing from her throne of bone and walked over bodies that still alive as she used them like carpet. Her doll-like look to mesmerize the realm with her sweet and cute look but yet deadly. Walking over the back of her servant until she reaches the balcony view watching the sky sending her a message. She closes her black eyes while her skin whites silky milk shimmers with the small ray of light shooting into her kingdom. A voice was heard in the air, a whisper. She smiles as she responded to her. *My sister, I shall traverse into your realm. I will bring my army with me and shall take back our realm.* And just like that, everything was quiet once more. Cruxifix claps her hands hard and her servant came running at her side. She knows Etherus does not approve of such treatment, but it was necessary. Something that comes with the package about Cruxifix, is the blood lust. She is not a vampire of any sort, But she loved blood for their substance and properties. Unlike vampire will only drink to keep them alive and young. The moment she stands there looking at the servants that had not properly serve her well were always gathered together for the slaughter. She wore a very sensual outfit nearly revealing most of her upper access and with the click of her fingers a silver tray was brought up to her. One servant kneels before her holding the tray over his head. Cruxifix reached for the dagger and to a hold of its grip, she smiles as the double blade-like claws with dark blade was looking hungry and shivering with the lack of blood. She spoke.* Ease my loyal friend, I know your lusting to be bathed in the crimson liquid. In time, always know the proper incantation is needed to be done. * Cruxifix licked the blades on each side of it cutting her tongue until blood flows into the blade calming it.* There you go. Mommy will take care of you, my lovely girls.* Cruxifix, standing before two males and one female on their knees and with their hand's ties behind them, their ankles bonded together as their eyes were cover in a leather-like veil. She said to each of them as she brushes the blade across their exposed neck.* Yor service is not what I expected. Therefore, instead of me torture you until I get an orgasm. I will give you a task. You three will die by my hand, and these trusty daughters of my mine, they will drink from your energy and blood. What I mean is. When you three die, your soul will end trap in my daggers. As payment for displeasing me. Do this for me, and your souls will be sent to a better life. * Cruxifix then, stand behind each of them, following by standing before each of them once more and taking her two daggers and forming cross-like scissors and with one swift move each of their throats was slip open. Their souls spark with lighting and a fume of light enters the blade turning it red and black. You can feel the pulsing of the blade, contently vibrating with the new feeding of the souls and blood. Her blade then was place back on the tray and taken away to her chambers. Following by 6 servants forming a human throne to carried her to her room. There, she stands before the mirror and smiles at her figure. Brushing her hand over her body and thinking of her husband Etherus.* I need to get some after I return my love. Will be tied up in my bed and will do a lot of morbid and delicious thing to you.* She licked her lips and change to her uniform and raising her hands, the two-blade ended in her hand, in which she followed by placing them on each of her thights. With her black raven nails, she scratches the mirror causing an opening like a crack in the middle, light emanating from it and then split open. Cruxifix enters and she vanished. Soon entering the demonic ruins of Izalith in Queelag's domain. Seeing the Queen waiting for her in her spider form and turning into humans coming closer to greet her.* My Sister, I'm here as you called upon me, I swore loyalty to my sisters. I'm here to aid you and recover the realm for us. Tell me, my sister, what can I be of assistance, what are the odds, I need plans in detail with routes and places for my troops to position themself. I also have my sister Lunatika, she can be great access to us.* She stands looking at the lava covered ruins of the kingdom and soon planning their next move. But first, more of the sisters need to show so their plan can begin to work properly. Posted by Empress Cruxifix Cavaleras Darksoul RODS SOD DH EDF (M_L Etherus _ Amulet) on Mon Nov 23, 2020, 17:11 [Reply to this]

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