Thread: In the Name of Revenge (the pony of death & I)

The poison worked rather quickly to incapacitate Kieran. As soon as she slumped to the ground, she was in the arms of her former acquaintance who seemed to have little sympathy for the pain she must have been in. That's it. Sleep my darling, he whispered into her unconcious ears before carrying her under the shadow of darkness to the town entrance. He knew he couldn't get out without being seen and thus, he would have to get rid of the guards who controlled the gate so that he might open them and make his escape with his prize. Setting her down in the thickening fog, he decided to restrain her while he completed this task. He bound her wrists behind her back and bound her ankles together with rope. Even if she woke up, the poison still coursing through her would make it nearly impossible to break free even from simple bondage like this. As soon as she was secure, he quickly scaled the stairs of the tower that connected to the town gate and impaled the hapless guard with his hand. There was nary a scream as he fell dead to the ground which made it much easier to sneak up the other tower and snap the second guard's neck like a twig. Certainly, he was proving to be more than a mere human at this point whether or not the demon thought him to be otherwise. It was about this time Kieran was awakening from her slumber. The acquaintance had made his way back down to her and looked rather impressed at her ability to recover. Awake already? I didn't quite expect that, he started, wiping the blood of the guard off of his hands. No matter. You're as weak as a child now and will remain so until we see the master. Again, I apologize, but soon you will learn that... The man's words were suddenly cut off by a blade piercing his flesh. It had gone right through his heart and while any normal human would have dropped dead right then and there, the man simply looked down at his fresh wound, confused as to how he was so quickly discovered. He turned his head to see his attacker and it was none other than Sol Gareth, his eyes burning with anger at the sight before him. Several minutes earlier... You're in the village of Geffenia, Sol replied as he took the pale redhead and tried to help her to her feet despite knowing that she was merely a servant of Kieran. Everything's going to be okay. Just lay down in the bed here. He led Ariella to the bed and laid her down as his anger began to grow knowing his only chance at getting his revenge was under attack. There might have been a seperation in feelings between the two, but the young man knew that without her, his quest would be for nothing. Looking down at the servant of his partner, he tried to reassure her that everything would be alright, though he didn't know if she could feel such a thing being in the demon's servitude for so long. I'll take care of it. Just rest for now. I'll be back with Kieran shortly. And with that, he grabbed his staff and took off into the streets to look for what was being taken from him. As soon as he stepped outside, Sol felt the mist on his face and knew that it wasn't natural. Someone must have cast a spell that allowed them to walk about unseen until it was too late. He wondered if Kieran had noticed it first. Judging by the fact that she wasn't tearing up everything around her, she probably didn't. Perhaps she was too concerned with the old foe that Ariella had spoken of. All the more reason to hasten his search. After a few minutes, he suddenly felt a sensation of bloodlust, a sign that someone was mercilessly killing another with or without provocation. Being a mage like he was, Sol could sense such things, but only within a certain distance. Fortunatley, this town was small and thus, the perpetrator became easy to track. This bloodlust led him to the town's entrance where he gazed upon an impossible scene. There, laid out before his eyes was Kieran, her wrists and ankles bound and standing before her was, most likely, her kidnapper. If it weren't Kieran standing there, perhaps Sol would have thought up a plan to sneak upon his foe and strike him down before he had a chance to react. But this WAS Kieran. He had worked so hard to bring her into this world for his own purpose of which he felt his existence would mean nothing without. All the hard work, all the pain, all the suffering he went through to find her fueled his anger and thus, logic meant nothing to him. Taking his staff, he gave the wood a slight twist and surprisingly, it snapped off like a cap to reveal a long, sharp blade. Why someone who specialized in magic had a blade like that was a mystery, but whatever the case, the young man felt that using it would be the best course of action. He charged swiftly and powerfully, his aim to kill the interloper with one thrust of his weapon. Much to his amazement, he made contact without his foe so much as reacting to him. How could someone who could take down a demon like Kieran not hear the anger in his breath and feel the killer instinct from his blade? His answer came when the man turned to look upon his attacker, a look of complete apathy on his face as he replied, Oh my. I suppose this is the new 'pet' you spoke of. Am I right, my dear Kieran? He took a step away from Sol, the blade still firm in the young man's hand and easily slid the weapon from the wound in his body. It was as if being stabbed in the heart had no effect on him at all. Sol could only grit his teeth in frustration knowing that his opponent was still alive and clearly something that was not human. Kieran certainly did keep some strange bedfellows in her time. That's right, Sol replied to the man, though he was not being talked to directly. I don't know what you want with her, nor do I care about the relationship you two might have had in the past. This demon is my responsibility now and I intend to keep her by my side until my task is complete. I won't allow anyone or anything to get in my way. You would understand that much, wouldn't you, Kane Lacroix?