((OOC: Sorry, slight mix up in the "Help..." thread. Had forgot to mention what was supposed to happen. Terribly sorry.))
Tobias fell out of the Shadow Corridor, and laded int eh Cubicula Umbrae. He had acted foolishly by letting his guard down. He should have watched for any Nephilim, but didn/t, and this was his price.
He landed on the floor, completely unconscious, bleeding, his arm broken and dislocated by a lycan, spikes running from both arms to his back, slightly burnt, and would probably die unless taken to someone skilled with healing. Overall, not a very pretty sight. The life of this young 15-year old was almost completely gone, as his eyes opened one final time, and his mouth open.
Blood was coming from his mouth, as one of his ribs had punctured his right lung, allowing all of the blood to come up through his throat. He gasped, as his eyes grew wide, and managed to say the only word that he could think of. Rosebud...
Comedic as it was intended to be, it was his last breath. Tobias' eyes glazed over, and his head and body fell limp. Tobias Selther was dead. Killed by impact, burns, and many spikes in his back from the Nephilim Orifiel.bg
A omnious chuckle echoed in the room, and the torches that lit the room extinguished their flames in a vain attempt to hide from the one who laughed in a time of death.
"Let not death stop you, Tobias. Death shall not stop you, no. For you have been chosen by means of fate that I would come to help you."
The voice seemed to come from nowhere, but everywhere. It echoed off of the walls and cieling and paid no attention to those things that block its path. It was deep and powerful, but still almost human.
"Poor soul, I know where you are now. Hell, as we speak. I have been there, yes, and I know what it is like. It is like... Hell! Hahaha!"
The voice suddenly materialized before the now dead body. Rosebud. The human figure it shaped into wore the anceint robes of the Necromancer and the Lich, and upon his head was a crown of snake bones. The Unknown One looked down upon Tobias, and smiled.
"Tobias, I command you to return to your body now. Return!"
A lightning bolt seemed to surge out of the cieling and hit the body. Where the bolt disappeared, a hole appeared. A hole in all of reality. From it spewed fire like shadow, and out of the fire came a soul, which landed in the body. Then, the rift closed up.
But they were bloodshot and frantic. His chest heaved upward, and his mouth opened to gasp for air, before screaming, "ITS NOT REAL! IT IS JUST HIS TORTURE AGAIN! I'M STILL IN HELL! I'M STILL IN THE INFERNO! LUCIFER IS SIMPLY GOING TO TORMENT ME MORE! I CANT BE ALIVE!"
However, when he sat up, trembling, he stared at his hands, and his body. The wounds were disappearing as if they had never been. His body was completely fixed...yet he felt nothing. No pain, no misery...no more emotions. Those were not needed in Hell. He could not have been dead for more than an hour, yet it had felt like a century of unending torment in every form. The boy had met Lucifer, died countless deaths, been sliced open and sealed, and had exploded yet reassembled.
He was back. And he knew why when he saw the Lich. Tobias' eyes were now empty, void of any care for things living. His soul was not bonded with this body...it was simply a host until it gave out. Life...was meaningless. He knew the actual meaning of life now: to die.
"Master...I shall serve you till one of us goes back to Hell."
"How soon that will be, I can not tell you. Though, I can not promise you that it will not be any time soon."
He paced around the room, smiling as if reflecting on an inside joke or deep secret. And he was. Ah, how funny it would have been for the boy to wake up on his own...
"Tobias, you are indebted to me with your very life. You know that, and I know that. Though, sadly enough, your time in the school is almost over. You will only need be there for another year, at the most, and then you will be mine. I have use for you there, though."
He turned to Tobias, and smiled a wicked smile. Lucifer himself once cringed at that look...
"There are no words to describe Hell other than Hell itself. The pain...the horrors.......it was pure bliss...and torment. But yet, know I know methods that could be used on people, that I never knew before...I could make them feel pain that nobody could ever know before."
He finally stood with his resurrected body, and clenched his fists, to see if there was feeling. All there was, was a cold feeling of numbness. Could he count himself as human anymore? Unlikely....if he went through Hell and back, he could never call himself human anymore. He was superior...thanks to Unknown, he had bested Death. "If Lucifer exists...does that mean that Christ really was the Son of God?"
"No. But, I will not get into the fine points of religion with you. No reason to. Just know, you saw evil in the purest form when you were there, in Hell..."
Unknown turned around and then, quickly, turned back around in a flash. His smile was back.
"Tobias! Come with me to the Lair of Serpents! There is a gift there for us!"
Unknown grabbed Tobias and they both disappeared.bg
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
Aug 22, 2020 8:39:09 GMT -5
Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
Nov 6, 2019 0:02:30 GMT -5
Willow_lazy: why tf are there 400 posts about adidas
Sept 6, 2018 17:35:57 GMT -5
Azrael: I'm not hard to find, since I'm the only one there who goes by "Azzy", I'm pretty sure. XD
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:41 GMT -5
Azrael: Dunno if anyone still pops by here from time to time, but if any of you mofos do and still feel like gettin' yo nerd on, I've been hanging around this here place a bunch recently: www.roleplayerguild.com/
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:10 GMT -5
Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
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