Since other people do this... A destiny of demonic intent

[ChristianC]

Deamiel Haborym, count of Minos Mirra, Hero of the Calahu Menor Siege, was nervous. His wife, Eleanor, was birthing, as she had been for the last hours, and as time passed without anything happening Deamiel was slowly loosing his patience. Surely, giving birth to a son, for the midwife had assured him it would be one, could not take this long, could it?

The time of her pregnancy had been very mild, with no problems what so ever, and he would be damned if anything would happen to her now. He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice how the fireplace suddenly lit up. Normally it was kept out during the summer, or at least during the day. Now it was already a raging blaze, spreading more heat into the already steaming summer air.

"What troubles you, heir?" A deep voice suddenly asked. Deamiel jumped up, not having noticed the presence earlier.

"Leave me, Jezebeth. You know I have no intention of following in my father's footsteps. The deal is over as far as I'm concerned!"

"Leave? Oh buy surely I cannot leave when a new heir, new blood, will soon spring to this world." The voice seemed to chuckle for itself. "It is sad that it will spend such a short time with it's mother... shame, truly..." The voice trailed off, waiting for the reaction.

"...What!?" Deamiel slammed his fist into the table. "How DARE you employ such tricks to gain my..."

"Oh, but I have no part of this... yet..." Another low chuckle. "How unfortunant that it would end this way... She will always be remembered of course..." Deamiel's face grew pale as snow.

"...She... She will die?" He said weakly, all will to fight suddenly gone.

"Yes, very unfortunant truly. And she would make such great deeds in her life. It is sad that I am bound not to be able to do anything for free..." Could the face of the demon be shown, Deamiel was sure it would be grinning broadly.

"Like hell you care for Eleanor, you bastard." He thought for himself. He'd sworn he would never seek the aid of Jezebeth, sworn that no matter how hard the trials, he would never turn to the easy path, like so many of his bloodline had done. But Eleanor... she was too him dearer than anything in his life. He didn't want to lose the unborn son, but if Eleanor would remain alive, they could perhaps get other children, in time... She would surely understand... But what if he took someone else... Would he be discovered, uncovered with making deals with demons?

"Oh how I wish I could do something to..."

"Quiet, demon..." Deamiel slowly chewed on his lip. He had to be careful with what he said, demons were tricky. One missaid word and you would end up with far more than you bargained for. "I... I swore never to repeat the mistakes of... my ancestors... but... But I will offer you... the life of a innocent..." Slowly, a storm was brewing in the summer sky, and people all around Minos Mirra stared up in the sky in disbelief. This kind of weather had never been seen before, at least not the speed with which it appeared.

"I'm listening..." The demon said gleefully.

"Spare her... Please. Take the life of anyone you want in Minos Mirra... Just spare her..." It was done, the pact was sealed. Deamiel knew that there was no need for a signature in blood, not with something this minor, yet still he felt cheated when the demon simply said:

"The deal is done."

For a moment nothing happened, not a sound, not a movement. But then, when Deamiel was slowly relaxing, he heard the scream. Instantly he knew what had happened. He KNEW what had happened, but told himself that it wasn't true... perhaps the midwife, or one of the servant wenches... Of course, there were many women in the tower. It could've been anyone. But when he slammed open the door to the room the tears were already running down his cheek. The midwife was holding a small shape, trying to make the crying child stop. In the bed was his wife. He walked up to the bed, looked down on his wife, even though his mind screamed not to. The midwife came towards him, trying to tell him something. He didn't hear it. Instead, he simply put his hand in hers, in Eleanors. He clutched it, like a baby clutches a finger, and tears were running down his cheek. Suddenly his wife looked up at him. A tired smile grew on her face, and she whispered something. Deamiel's eyes grew wide with shock. He couldn't believe this! Had the demon really spared her, or had he done something else. Joy filled his soul as he smiled back to his wife. He barely heard how the midwife told him that he now had a perfectly healthy daughter. <p>

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<div style="text-align:center">weep in your weakness...</div></p>Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=christianc>ChristianC</A]&nbsp; at: 11/27/02 4:24:28 pm

[pd Rydia]

That's...very odd.

I was getting it...right up until the end. o_O;; Humor an idiot, and explain, please? ^_^;; Or were you planning to write more to explain it? <p><div style="text-align:center">

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"On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me...an F.N.W.C.!"
-- VampireJesterJinx (VA by...Dia! :D!)</div></p>

[ChristianC]

I was planning on doing more parts... You want more? <p>

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<div style="text-align:center">L'alurl tagnik'zur-ligrr zhah elghinyrr tagnik'zur-ligrr
Bwael Belboltangi d´jal has´trasen!!</div></p>

[pd Rydia]

Yeeeah. o.o <p><div style="text-align:center">

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"On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me...an F.N.W.C.!"
-- VampireJesterJinx (VA by...Dia! :D!)</div>

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<span style="font-size:xx-small;">Barge: *raises his sword* Game... *twirls it* Set... *smirk*
Big Fat Chocobo: *a big fat chocobo falls on the demon Barge* ^)-(^
Hakaril: .......Dia? Did YOU do that?
Rydia: *stares* o_O ...I think so.
Hakaril: ...that's great!
Richard: O.O WOAH. Remind me NEVER to get YOU mad, Dia. O.O;;;;
Raptre: HAAAAAAA HAAAAAAA!!!!!!
Idran: So remember everyone. Crushing works good on demons.</span></p>

[ChristianC]

In fact, I think I'll damn well write the second piece right now!

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It had now been three months since Cunali Haborym, daughter of Deamiel Haborym was born. A lovely child, with a single blond lock of hair and shining blue eyes. The birthing had gone well, and both mother and daughter was alive and well. It had been notified by the local priest that a old woman of no notice had passed away the night of the birth. Apparently her heart had failed her, but to lord Deamiel it was of no concern. His mood had lighted severally since that fatefull day, and he had not been disturbed by Jezebeth or any other of his dark brethren, and he was greatly surprised that the demon had actually kept his promise. Now he could forget all this things and instead focus more on ruling his small county.

Deamiel was at the moment in his 'room of office', as he called it, was little more than a common meeting room, which in fact it had been before Deamiels time, but he liked it none the less. It was a large room, very well aired, and all in all a very good room to meet people in, as well as conduct the formal business asked of a leader. The walls were mostly bare, although a few bookshelves covered it at some places. Of course the room had a fireplace, as did most of the rooms in the tower, and the floor was covered in a thick and soft carpet. The carpet was of high value, and Deamiel demanded of his visitors to remove their shoes should they come inside the room, but this was also to his gain in the comming discussion, as many people often enjoyed the feel of the carpet on bare feets.

Deamiel shook the thoughts from his head and went on with reading through the latest report from the bailiffs. However, he was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. Quickly he pushed aside the reports, cleared his throat and said: "Come in." The door was opened immediatly, and a armored knight, wearing the royal emblem of the Doman house, stepped inside. The knight's armor was dented and scratched, but the man carried a presence of courage and valor, so much in fact that Deamiel forgot to ask the knight to remove his iron-clad boots. The knight bowed deeply to Deamiel and then said with a deep, clear voice:

"Sire, the king and his escorts are under attack." It was obvious from the mans body language that he was stressed, but his voice remained calm and collected. "They are heavily undermanned and I fear that every second wasted brings them closer to certain doom." Deamiel didn't need to hear any more of the knight's tale. He was full and well aware of his ancestors dealing with the family, personal of course, but he had no intentions to leave the king for his doom.

"Where did this happen?" He asked the knight, rising from the table.

"Just close to your borders, sire. A group of orcs, well armed. They've got a shaman too." Deamiel nodded. He'd encountered shamans in the Calahu Menor Siege, and he knew very well how much destruction their blasphemous magic could deliver.

"Lead the way." he told the knight, and as they left the room he motioned to a nearby guard. "Get some men ready to ride out as soon as possible. The king's life is at our hands, and any second wasted may be fatal. Now go!" The guard nodded and disappeared quickly. Soon enough the tower was filled with commotion as men ran around to gather their gear, and servants quickly rushed up to the count and began putting on his war armor, the same he had worn those years ago. It still fitted him, and with his sword in the scabbard he felt young again. He was just about to get up on his war steed with Eleanor, carrying Cunali, came down from the tower. She waved at him to stop, and he quickly ran up to her and the child. She gave him a long kiss and looked him deep in the eyes.

"Best of luck, my lord, return home safely." He smiled at her and kissed her back, and then patted Cunali on her head.

"I swear I'll return quickly, my dear, and I shall bring with me the favor of the king." With that he rushed back to his horse again and climbed up. He raised his sword towards where the knight had indicated the attack had been done and yelled a battle-cry. It was accompanied by his men, as they longed for battle. It had been long since blood had been shed in the borders of Minos Mirra.

They rode out nearly twenty minutes after the knight had arrived, and the horses, trained for just this kind of occassion, quickly bore them closer to the border. Luckily the area where they had been attacked was in the east parts of his county, as his tower was located slightly eastwards. Soon enough the first corpse was found. Luckily it was an orc.

"Filthy thing." One of the men said slowly as he got off his horse. He turned the dead body over with his boot and reeled back at the stench. The corpse couldn't be more than a few hours old, but hygiene certainly wasn't something orcs spent much time with.

"Brown Tooth clan..." Deamiel muttered. He was aware of the presence of two clans near his county, the Brown Tooth and the Hungry Boar. The Brown Tooth had been present at the siege so many years ago, but had remained silent since then, presumably increasing their numbers. They were one of the clans to receive the most casualties. "Hurry up, men! They can't be far away!" Deamiel commanded. They rode eastwards, soon finding more dead bodies. This time, however, not all of them were orcs.

"Sir Augon..." The knight, Sir Fenog, whispered. He rode close to the body and looked down at it, it's face twisted in a mask of pain and torment.

"Magic..." Deamiel growled. "This is it, men!" He raised his sword to the sky. "We will fight these wretched creatures, and let no one escape! We shall flush out the vermins of our lands!" He was meet with loud cheers, and they stormed forwards, finally reaching the battlefield.

It was chaos, the ground was littered with corpses, many orcs and a few men. It was clear that the Domans were holding the upper hands, but soon it would turn to the orcs favor, for what the Domans had in skills the orcs beat in savagery and numbers. For every Doman knight there were five orcs, but there were only so many knights, and there didn't seem to be an end of the green-skinned beasts.

Deamiel let out another battle-cry, this one deafened by the sound of battle, and he tore into the mass with his sword drawn... <p>

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<div style="text-align:center">L'alurl tagnik'zur-ligrr zhah elghinyrr tagnik'zur-ligrr
Bwael Belboltangi d´jal has´trasen!!</div></p>

[Nekogami]

It's well written as far as word choice goes. There are few rocky areas in the piece that make it a slow read. The first installment was very good and I enjoyed it the second one left me wondering exactly where this place, Minos Mirra, is. How does it tie into Doma. I'm always wondering about the direction of this story so definitely continue. <p>

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Words to live by:
OMG PRIAM: ninja sex would be neither felt nor seen by either partner
OMG PRIAM: each would just suddenly need a smoke
Holiday Love:
Don't eat the yellow, red, black, brown, green.....If the snow at white don't eat it.</p>

[ChristianC]

Actually... I have no real idea where Minos Mirra is, but I figured Doma is kind of like an medieval country, chopped up in counties (ruled by counts under the king), fiefdomes, etc.

The real backstory of this is that although the Haborym are serving under the king, and they are political allies, the two families have been arguing between themselves for generations. It's loosely based on my relation with KoD, or my past relations with him anyway...

I'm happy you liked it though.:love:


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<div style="text-align:center">L'alurl tagnik'zur-ligrr zhah elghinyrr tagnik'zur-ligrr
Bwael Belboltangi d´jal has´trasen!!</div></p>Edited by: [url=http://p068.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=pdrydia>pd]&nbsp; at: 6/10/05 17:58