| within the... Realm of Mar Beings of torture haunt your dreams, taunting you with vile things. Nothing savoured here is pleasant. Nothing shall rescue you, best be resilient. Imagination conquers all. Without your mind, you shall assuredly fall. Counterparts are all but formal.. Nothing is safe... Nothing is normal. Reassure yourself, it is but a dream. The Children of Mar will awaken thee in a scream. |
| Desire Dark Above the vast green plains of Northern Europe, high above the darkened, cloud-filled sky, two lovers meet in secrecy. The stars rage in anger as the two deface the divine commandments which they were ordered to follow. Reveling in their passion, they ignore the warnings in their minds, following only the fervor in their hearts. The morning comes...the deed is done. What is to come is far from what was expected. Their stern warning came with a reason, and now they must face the consequences of their betrayal. Before the holy court, they plea for forgiveness...and are shown an abundance of leniency. Their might Daghda has taken pity on them, and has given their soon-to-be child Goddess a chance to prove her worth. Yet the prophecy foretold by the great Dagdha, the reason he outlawed their copulation...soon comes to be. A scream of unmatched frequency and pain roars throughout the heavens as a Goddess contributes to the ending of all she and her race have worked so hard to build and nurture. A small child is birthed, glowing with dark energy, eyes solid with black evil. Yet the Divine Ones reluctantly allow the child to remain, in hopes that she may be the opposite of the prophecy foretold by Dagdha. Ravina, the Mother of the little Goddess, smiles sweetly at her newborn child, while the father, Donn, broods at her side...curiosity running through his mind, as well as fear. Questions abound within the fearful parents' minds, "Will she bring us peace, or utter turmoil?" "Is she a blessing or a curse?". Dagdha interrupts the moment with a simple question, "What shall we name her?". A cruel voice, from beyond the crowd that has gathered to witness the sight of a newborn God, pipes up to speak, "How about Death-bringer, that's what she'll be, isn't it?". Many whispers erupt in the crowd, and the great Dagdha simply looks to Ravina, his warrior Goddess, awaiting her response. In a soft, yet stern voice, Ravina speaks, "I shall give her a name that will cause every creature that hears it cower, and every creature that speaks it, shiver in fear. For she is a Goddess and my child, and she will be mighty, intelligent, and blessed with beauty that surpasses all, and she deserve that degree of respect." A slight grin crosses the lips of Donn, "Dyre shall be her name." All eyes look to Donn as those words leave his lips. The gentle, yet powerful eyes of Ravina also look to her lover, a smile on her lips as she returns her eyes to her child, "Dyre, yes..a name fit for the child of War and Death." And thus The Dark Goddess Dyre is born.... *~Dyre~* |
| Daemon's Entrance... With a tragic grin on his pale lips, he steps through the liquid black portal and onto the dark soil. His heavy boots push up small streams of blood from the ground as he makes his way through the Callous Forest, on his journey to find his long lost family. His mother's voice still fresh in his mind, whipsering sweetly the many deeds she wishes done. "Death, decay, war, pain...come to me and rule again..." His grin twists to a smirk as he passes the battered remains of a faerie, colored brilliantly, even in death it sparkles. The thought of viewing his mother's ominous visage once more sends chills down his spine and rests in pieces at his feet, giving him the extra boost of desire that sends him into a run. A vicious shriek escapes his throat as he hurries through his old home, "MOTHER!". |
| Tyrni�s Awakening; Deep within a shadowed graveyard, upon a broken tombstone with eyes tightly closed, she sits deep in prayer. A bloody dagger held in her left hand and an onyx rose in her right, she cries out to the Gods for relief. Soft whispers from the world around inhabit her precious mind, as her lips form the words of a long forgotten song and crimson tears streak down her cheeks. Dear child...stop your whimpering and join me once more...assist me...this is your destiny... Her eyes open suddenly as the frighteningly familiar voice breaks through the millions of whispers, she lifts her head toward the looming dark trees above, a sudden longing in her tortured soul. Softly she closes her eyes, tilting her head downward, �Mother...� |
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