The ghost nodded in agreement, she wanted through with this nonsense as swiftly as possible.
“Youth is a terrible thing, necessary for life's cruel lessons but most definitely a terrible thing,” Karin started, unknowingly building up even more anticipation of what occurred in her past,
“I was in a cult. The Cult of Seven, who in good fortune had inherited an entire planet from shall we say foul play and copious betrayal, the usual affair. But we were idiots!” she laughed one of cruellest laughs that the ear might have ever heard,
“It was all debauchery and sorcery, incredibly sloppy sorcery that we painted up as 'majyk'.”
Thankfully Kaine never had to know how they spelt it.
---
Raucous laughter suddenly erupted through the chamber doors as a group of youths ranging in their twenties burst into the room, off their heads on goodness knows what substances and wearing clothes that screamed
'I secretly do care about my image but I don't want you to think I do'. Ridiculous hair cuts, skin heads and hair colours of varying severity and neon.
Seven in total all gathered around the bed, the couple in mid-coitus that currently occupied it didn't even stop, they were probably out of their minds on spice. Of course, they weren't there for the spectacle of sex. Oh no, as young cults do when they're out of both mind and depths, they were here for more nefarious purposes.
“Shouldn't we at least wait until they finish?” One of the Seven snickered, a few of the others joining in with fits of tiny giggles. It wasn't a very humorous statement, but then again, narcotics.
A different pair of dilated pupils shot a death glare at the offending comedian, time was wasting.
“We either do it now, or spend the rest of our lives as a joke to our peers.”
There she was, in the brightly burning glory of youth, with high cheekbones and a piercing stare. A stupid bloody girl. It was such a long time ago that it felt like a different person, a severe young woman, all ambition and no humour, he past self was exactly the kind of person that Karin would scoff at and tease without mercy. Serious Sally's were always the most fun to mock.
“Chill out, dude,” the chimp (not an actual chimp, for clarification) with the mohawk drawled.
In response to that, the young Karin executed an
extreme eye roll and pulled out a ceremonial blade, gladius-like in shape, the hilt an intricate dance of red and black. It was definitely a blade for darksiders.
“Just prepare the scripture.”
At the risk of anybody's buzz being harshed, the correct preparations were made. The couple on the bed were still completely clueless of the scene unfolding around them, which was fortunate considering a sacrifice was needed. Nods were traded around the circle and the chant began. They knew not of the words they spoke, only how to pronounce it, which was incredibly foolish of them in hindsight. Of course, there was
one person in the room that knew what those words meant.
Miss Dorn strode forward, blade in hand and it was in this moment that the ghost of the foolish girl saw how constipated she looked in that moment, it elicited a snort at the very least. Bringing the small sword down hard, it pierced through the writhing bodies who had now finally noticed what was occurring around them. Little too late.
The blood shed culminated with the end of the summons and thus he was born.
W̶̶̨͓͎̱͖̻̲̯H͏̛̬̖̘͖͍̬̬̦͉O̶̟̯̟͈̟̦̻̘̝ ͎͔͘D͘҉̭͕͇̱A̴҉̪̥R͍̻̻E̴͈̳͖̜̖̰̱S̷̢͎͉̦̪̠̟̜͚͠?̴̰̼̬̩̘͞
Betrayal incarnate.
“I DARE!”
A large block of a woman, another one of the Seven couldn't contain herself,
“Holy shi-”
If you're wondering who cut her off then you only started reading this post right at this sentence and that's a really backwards way to go about things, you know? No matter how well built the woman was, the daemon's claws melted straight through her. It appeared that she had succumb to physical damage but it was definitely something darker, wounds in space and time.
One by one he tore through the circle, as they tried to fight, flee and beg, well, with the exception of Karin who just stood there, watching on, the voyeuristic stoic. Somebody finally pieced two and two together, she called him Dreadlocks and he was a far more promising Sith Sorcerer than Karin was, a pity for him that he didn't
study his ancient texts.
“I KNEW we couldn't trust you! YOU HARPY!” he howled, hands beginning to crackle with darkside energies. A little too late to start figuring things out. A dark tendril erupted from his chest, his final words a gurgle. The Daemon had claimed the seven.
“If you knew you should have stopped me.”
Well, six of them at any rate.
The blood price had been paid, it was at this moment in time that the summoned creature should have disappeared but it remained shrouded in pure dark energies. There was a moment, it felt like the longest moment in the world to Karin Dorn, was he going to take her too? Had she mistranslated the text? Missed some small print?
B̼͎͕͎͕̠̮É̠̩̥̩̯̪͙Ţ͇̬̦͍͎̼͘͟R̶̠̹̫̪̮̯͓ͅA͓̥̭̙̭̝Y̶̫̘̱̹̜͓ͅĘ̷͚̪͎͈̼R̸̸̴͉̘͖̼ͅ,͏҉̞̩͉̹̙͚̼͞ ͎͈̣̣Y͉̖̩̫͇̘͢Ơ͍͉͕̭̼̗̭̭̦U̯͚̼̜̯̝͜͡ ̵͇̭͉̯̞͞Ḁ̦̜R̷͇̰̲̻͓̪̤̤̟͘E̙͖ ̗̦̘̞̰B͝҉͉̩̤̱̟̙̗O̶̸̙͚U͇̣̬̭͎͎̹N̹̜̜͓͚̦D͈͔͈̱̥͟.̷̨̰̜͉̠͙̙̣̘͟ ̡̛͉͖͔I̠͈̹͞T͕͈̘͠ ͏̢̠̦̲̖̕Ì̢̥͓͚̦͍̻̙S̷̘̤̣̳͍̼̀͝ ͕̘͕̠͟T҉̥̖̲̭̼̟͔͓̲͠H͇̱͕͈͔̩̹̻E͕͚̤͓̟̩͞͝ ̷̶͓͉͘P̴̹R̛̭ͅI̭̟̣̞̱̥͙̜̣͜͢͞C̺̲͖͞Ȩ͍͕.̠̲͈͈̳̘
And with that, the Daemon dissipated. Leaving Karin both alive and incredibly puzzled. For a few seconds she just stood there, wondering what the creature meant but seeing that she was still among the living the thought was pushed aside. She smirked. Now Thule belonged to her, and only her.
The world would now learn of change to come.
---
Just like that the room returned to its normal state, gone was the scene of squalor and any hints of the past long gone. Kaine's décor was a welcome change. “I finally understand. I was bound to this castle
in death. A pleasant surprise waiting for me at the end of the road, to think about the sins I had committed. For eternity." The Lord would most likely need a few moments to take it all in.
"Betrayal betrays the betrayer." Ouch, tongue-twister.
“How
bothersome."
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