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Re: Vira Ikidane (xgkf) GMed by thetwo
‘Alright, whoever you are...if you can hear me, and you’re offering me your help...I’m taking you up on that offer... So please, if you can hear me...help us...’ For a moment, nothing happened. Then Vira felt the energy pour out of her, as her spell caught. The darkness thickened, as if the already minimal lights were all rapidly dimming to nothing. The world spun around her, and slammed hard into the back of her head. A feeling that she had failed washed over her as her eyes drifted closed, certain that she would awake back on the wall, with Rachel hung up nearby.
Then something hot touched her shoulder, and she sat up with a gasp of pain as fire washed over her body. She realized that the feeling of fading consciousness was gone, and everything felt subtly wrong. Her energy supply, second previously so low that she couldn't keep conscious, was back. It wasn't full, by any means, but there was enough that she could preform simple tasks, at need. She also felt refreshed, and the brief dull pain from the back of her head hitting the ground was gone. And that wasn't all. The cave was still dim, but her own body looked as if she were standing in sunlight.
And so was the demon before her. The form seemed to jump about slightly, from a monstrous red-skinned thing, to a black-robed skeleton, to a writhing mass of tentacles, before suddenly shifting to one final shape, and staying there. It was a young man, human, of average height and build. His clothes were glaringly modest, greys and blacks and whites with crisp clean lines, giving the impression of fitting exactly to his body without anywhere touching it. His black hair was immaculately groomed, but what really drew the eye was his mouth, where a sneer looked all too appropriate for the face that surrounded it. On the whole it was quite handsome, in a bad-boy sort of way, if a little bit young.
The figure wasn't exactly what one thought of when one thought "demon", and it certainly wasn't the same shape as the one who had saved Vira from bandits so long ago, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. One of the few constants Vira had found in her studies of demons was that the most powerful among them could change their shape at will. It was also true that a demon summoned in the way she just had summoned it wasn't truly present, so that form might be even more malleable then usual.
Rachel... was still, unmoving, and not lit in the way that she and the demon were. Vira could see her without the illusion overlaying her, for the first time since waking in this forsaken place. She looked pale and ragged, but that might just have been the light.
The man spoke, his voice far older and more dignified then his body, but just as contemptuous, and crisp and clear. "You call, I come, oh sweet young one. You wish for me to kill these pests?" He gestured at the group down near the entrance, then around at the cavern as a whole. "A simple task, those are the best, and this is far beyond your power." Now his gaze turned back to Vira, and the intensity of it made her feel as if an iron band was squeezing her chest. It would make speaking more then single word answers difficult. The slight remained smirk on his face, as if he knew something that she didn't and almost pitied her ignorance enough not to crush her. "You called, I come, the day is won."
‘Alright, whoever you are...if you can hear me, and you’re offering me your help...I’m taking you up on that offer... So please, if you can hear me...help us...’ For a moment, nothing happened. Then Vira felt the energy pour out of her, as her spell caught. The darkness thickened, as if the already minimal lights were all rapidly dimming to nothing. The world spun around her, and slammed hard into the back of her head. A feeling that she had failed washed over her as her eyes drifted closed, certain that she would awake back on the wall, with Rachel hung up nearby.
Then something hot touched her shoulder, and she sat up with a gasp of pain as fire washed over her body. She realized that the feeling of fading consciousness was gone, and everything felt subtly wrong. Her energy supply, second previously so low that she couldn't keep conscious, was back. It wasn't full, by any means, but there was enough that she could preform simple tasks, at need. She also felt refreshed, and the brief dull pain from the back of her head hitting the ground was gone. And that wasn't all. The cave was still dim, but her own body looked as if she were standing in sunlight.
And so was the demon before her. The form seemed to jump about slightly, from a monstrous red-skinned thing, to a black-robed skeleton, to a writhing mass of tentacles, before suddenly shifting to one final shape, and staying there. It was a young man, human, of average height and build. His clothes were glaringly modest, greys and blacks and whites with crisp clean lines, giving the impression of fitting exactly to his body without anywhere touching it. His black hair was immaculately groomed, but what really drew the eye was his mouth, where a sneer looked all too appropriate for the face that surrounded it. On the whole it was quite handsome, in a bad-boy sort of way, if a little bit young.
The figure wasn't exactly what one thought of when one thought "demon", and it certainly wasn't the same shape as the one who had saved Vira from bandits so long ago, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. One of the few constants Vira had found in her studies of demons was that the most powerful among them could change their shape at will. It was also true that a demon summoned in the way she just had summoned it wasn't truly present, so that form might be even more malleable then usual.
Rachel... was still, unmoving, and not lit in the way that she and the demon were. Vira could see her without the illusion overlaying her, for the first time since waking in this forsaken place. She looked pale and ragged, but that might just have been the light.
The man spoke, his voice far older and more dignified then his body, but just as contemptuous, and crisp and clear. "You call, I come, oh sweet young one. You wish for me to kill these pests?" He gestured at the group down near the entrance, then around at the cavern as a whole. "A simple task, those are the best, and this is far beyond your power." Now his gaze turned back to Vira, and the intensity of it made her feel as if an iron band was squeezing her chest. It would make speaking more then single word answers difficult. The slight remained smirk on his face, as if he knew something that she didn't and almost pitied her ignorance enough not to crush her. "You called, I come, the day is won."