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Thread: Escape from Hell

As much as he knew not to accept help from anyone he could still hear the other approaching. He gladly nodded and tried to stand. There wasn't anything to fear from this person, not yet anyways. He slowly walked beside for a few paces only to fall out of breath. He could only hope he was safe as his starved body gave out from under him. He fought to stay awake but could not. His jet black would have been impossible to see had not another ball of fire shot and exploded into the sky. The young boy clearly not human as his tail lay on the ground near him. He was or rather could be seen real easy now with the bright light and him having fallen almost out of the alleyway. A nearby streetlamp provided enough light for his features to be made out once the bright light was gone. His frame really light and his body seemingly starved, his arm bleeding even through her quick bandaging.
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A small smile formed on her lips when he nodded and accepted her hand. Reaching out, she gently grasped his good arm and helped him up before beginning to walk towards the alleyway exit. They had just reached they exit when he fell and she gasped as he fell, watching him land in a crumpled heap just outside of the alley and in the light of the streetlamp. What she saw made her freeze and her eyes widened as she crossed herself out of habit and she mumbled to herself before hurrying towards him. Because of her upbringing, the first thing that came to mind was that she was standing in the presence of a demon or perhaps even a daemon as the other part of her mind kicked in. Shaking her head, she moved to his side and knelt next to his body. What ever he was, he needed her help. Reaching out, she carefully lifted his small body into her arms and began jogging home, doing her best to avoid people. What would she say to someone if they saw her carrying a child like person what was jet black and was bleeding? Sighing, she forced the thoughts away and focused on the situation at hand and that was getting home asap.
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He wasn't sure what was going on outside the world of his mind, but inside he couldn't stop thinking of all the beatings he received. They weren't pleasant either the violence on his small demonic body he twisted slightly in her arms clinging to her body. The pain of the demonic punishments fresh in his mind, there wasn't anyone caring down in hell. This world he didn't know but he knew hell, for nineteen years of his life he knew hell.
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She felt him cling to her and she held him a little tighter as she broke out into a full out run, though it was a little harder and more tiring then her usual run because she normally didn't carry anything home on her run. Her breathing was coming in soft pants as she hurried along. When she spotted her house in the distance, she sighed in relief and adjusted her hold on the body in her arms, moving him so he was resting mostly in one arm while she fished out her keys with her now free hand. Okay, we're almost there. she murmured as she slowed to a jog and made her way up the walkway to her front door. Singling out the key to her front door, she unlocked the door and pushed it open then stepped into the cool house, shivering as the cool air hit her hot skin. Kalma sat down her bag in the kitchen before making her way into the large bathroom connected to her bedroom and gently placed the boy down on the counter, or at least tried to since he was clinging to her.
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The young demon lay in her arms the blood coming through the bandage she placed on him. What ever was going on in his mind had subsided into a dark sleep which didn't have anything with it. He had been beaten enough to where is body shut down but he was still barely breathing. If anything was going to be done this was the best time, for once the mental beatings reoccurred it would only make her work harder.
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After several minutes of prying, she finally removed the demon from her body and she looked down at him. He seemed so weak and helpless, his appearance tugging at the young woman's heart strings. Poor guy. she murmured as she opened the closet and removed her first-aid kit, setting it down next to him. Unwrapping the wound, she frowned slightly before quickly beginning to clean his arm with warm soapy water and some antibiotics to make sure it didn't get infected. After being a camp counselor for half of her life, she was able to work quickly with his wound though she did have to stitch his wound closed. She did her best not to rouse him after placing a little numbing gel around the wound and she began sewing the gash closed. He didn't need to many stitches to close it which was a good thing because it meant less work. Once he was sewn up, she looked up into his face while readying a bandage for his arm. Some of her black hair fell down into her face and shadowed her bright eyes. Kalma couldn't help but wonder what happened to him to put him in such a horrible condition. Then she wondered what she was going to do with him. After all, it wasn't every day that a person saw a demon wandering around the city.
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He couldn't feel anything through the blackness of his mind. It was as though he had died but his body continued to work. The night rolled on while he was set in the bed, the dreams coming back in the morning light, he shifted and groaned as the mental pain assaulted him. Without his knowing his claws began to grow out slashing the bed he was in as he gripped the mattress. He woke with a start and his body jolted ripping the layer of bed he was laying on ruining that side for sleeping. sorry for the bit of control, but I didn't really see anything else that she could have done for him
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that's fine She had placed the small body into her bed and covered him up with a light blanket before going to sleep in the living room. The next morning, she was woken up by a ruckus in her bedroom. Opening her eyes with a soft groan, she sat up and looked around in slight confusion before remembering the night before. She scrambled off the couch and rushed down the hall to her bedroom where she froze in the door way when she saw her ruined bed. Slowly approaching the bed, she gazed at the demon warily, being careful because of his claws. Hello. she said softly. I see you're up. Are you okay?
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The young demon looked up and quickly retracted his claws back into his fingers. I.....I am so sorry. he stammered getting off the bed. He was quickly down on his knees cowering at the ensuing beating he knew was sure to come. That's how it worked they would help you and seem all nice and then the second you messed up the beatings would start worse the that the previous owner had done.
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Kalma watched in curiosity as the demon apologized and she frowned as he knelt before her and cowered. What... what are you doing? she asked him. It's quite alright. I can buy new ones. She slowly approached him and placed a light hand on his shoulder. How is your arm? she asked, looking at the bandage wrapped around his arm.
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He quickly backed away into the corner a few feet from her. Instinctively he curled himself into a ball protecting his head and injured arm. There wasn't anything known as kindness in his world, only beatings and pain. She was warming up to him so she could beat him, that was how it worked, that was how it had always been. He curled tighter into his ball succubi were always worse off though their brutality immeasurable. Maybe he hadn't escaped hell when he ran through the portal, maybe he ran into a vision of what was meant to look like the other world. Maybe this was an image fronted for even more intense beatings.
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She watched in surprise as he backed into a corner away from her and she bit her bottom lip. The woman had not been expecting his sudden movement but she recovered from her surprise rather quickly and she stood up with a sigh. Shaking her head, Kalma turned to her bed and began stripping off the ruined bedding, hoping that the mattress wasn't ruined as well. You're a demon, aren't you? she asked off handedly as she finished stripping the bed. When she saw the claw marks in the mattress, she sighed again and shook her head.
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The young nonhuman shivered and nodded his head. He had always tried his best at serving those that he wed his life to but it always seemed to end with a beating for some reason or another. He looked up off and on at what she was doing but at sudden movements, such as her pulling the bedding off, he would hold his head once again. His ears picked up what sounded like that of a whip when in fact it was her placing the bedding back on the other side of the bed. He shuddered at the sound and expected the 'whip' to start hitting in various places.
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She saw him nod and smiled slightly. I thought so. she replied while beginning to turn the bed over with a soft groan. Turning the bed over was never something she enjoyed doing but she had to do it. Once the bed was flipped over onto its good side, she went and retrieved new sheets and a cover to put on the bed. She knew that she was going to have to throw out the other set because of the claw marks that were now torn through them. So.... do you have a name? she asked while putting the new sheets. When the one sheet snapped slightly, she noticed him move to hold his head and paused, looking at him in concern.
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Blake. He said softly his body was still curled into a ball in the corner unsure what he should do. His dark skin was barely covered by rags as the sunlight showed some of his features. He didn't have horns but the tail was fairly dominate demanding attention from the world. What is my pu...pun...punishment? he asked knowing full well he was going to get a beating far worse then any demon could have given him.
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Kalma smiled slightly when he told her his name and she finished putting on the sheets. Blake? That's a nice name. she said softly while picking up the pillows and placing them onto the bed. But when he asked her what his punishment was, she paused and stared at him. Punishment? she echoed, setting down the last pillow and moving towards him. Kneeling in front of him, she reached out slowly and placed a hand on his small shoulder. There is no punishment. All you worry about is getting better. she told him. And perhaps getting something different to wear. she muttered.
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He cringed as she touched him. The contact normally meant the beating would be coming. She had said there wasn't a punishment, but that wasn't true he was in her debt. There was always something or some reason for the beatings. New clothes? he asked softly his face turned away from her.
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Sighing, she slipped her hands beneath his arms and lifted him up. She knew it was a mean thing to do because he was scared of her but she wanted him to at least be comfortable. Yes, new clothing. she said as she moved him onto the bed and set him down. I don't think that you like wearing these rags. She plucked at his rags and sighed. Why were you in that alley way? she asked suddenly.
Thread: Sacrifice (Amaria & Mr. M)

They had struggled and strained, and for nothing. They could not even get a good sawing motion going, and all that would do would be strip some bark off the tree, anyway. So the rested, and thought, and tried to come up with other options. Mr. Greycloak, do you remember that time we were in the restaurant in Abbadon? With the butcher thinking you were his daughter's lover, yes... And you'd secreted a dinner knife in your sleeve? ...why they never think - I'm - the paramour, I'll never understand... And you sawed through the curtain ropes he used? ...I'm just as charming, and I'm more a stealth lover, I don't look like the ladykiller I am... ...Tom? ...not like these villager's daughters are any prizes themselves... Tom, do you have any cutlery up your sleeve? ... ah. No, sir. Naught but a wooden spoon. Pity. Gil turned his head. Did you hear something? Footsteps in the leaves? Just the sound of my vain hopes dashing, sir. Yes, yes, you're very cheery. No, I'm serious, I... He stiffened as Merna's words came softly to his ear. Who are you? Tom Greycloak looked over at the others in confusion. Sir? He turned his head toward Tom. Shh! Then he looked around, up at the trees. Who are you? Heedrin? You can't stay they have ways to detect you! His voice was soft, but his tone was urgent.
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Like a human could be this light on their feet. Of course I'm heedrin. She glanced down at him, her cloaked form barely visible in the dark canopy of leaves. The others have been loosed as well. This place is vile and reeks of death. The trees are angry so if they don't kill you this forest surely will. her voice swirled about him, sometimes on the left, then the right. Jayden's urgent whisper came to her. Merna! There are more men than we thought. We must leave now! Merna scanned the trees.Move now before your friend returns, human! More men are approaching. She was careless with her voice or the detection the human mentioned gave away her presence. A guard turned their direction watching the area suspiciously. She froze in her position in the tree.
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Gil could barely glimpse her, her lithe form barely occluding the starlight. Like all her people, she was slight and slender, well-suited for disappearing in the brush. But if what she told him was true, he and his men could escape. He was about to let his men know to try their bonds again, when the guard looked over. He realized she's been speaking perhaps a bit too clearly, for the benefit of his relatively insensitive human ears. His mind flashed to possibilities, and he opted for artifice. Turning his head, he said loudly, You're right, Mr. Greycloak! Ignoring his second-in-command's confused look, he raised his voice further and shouted toward the guards. You'll not get away with this! The good people of this borough will hear of what you're doing, they'll hear of the evil being perpetrated here, and they'll rise up against you! And even your wizard won't be able to stop them! He hoped he'd thrown the guard off the scent, that he believed it was just prisoner chatter he'd overheard, made strange-sounding by the wind in the leaves. But if not, if the guard came over to investigate, he had to be prepared. They all did. Try your bonds again, men, he murmured almost under his breath, definitely soft enough that the guards couldn't discern the words. But don't -look- like you're trying your bonds. He realized that was a little confusing. Pull casually, he added, and winced that didn't help at all.
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The guard turned and Merna wasted no time. She scaled down the tree landing behind the human. She crouched low, her dark cloak blending with the leaves. With a glance his bonds snapped free. Standing up she hugged her body close to the tree and spoke quietly. There are more men sweeping the woods coming from the west. If we go now we can slip by them. Head south. Feathery wisps of brown hair framed the olive face that peeked out from beneath the cloak, and brown green eyes reflected the dim light. Merna saw a shadow and nodded to Jayden. He had returned and crouched behind the next tree. Your bonds are free, human. If you circle around to the south you'll find the gear they stripped from you. Humans were rarely seen with out a weapon of some sort, so he knew this would be valuable for them to know. Without waiting to see if the men followed, both Merna and Jayden fled silently back into the forest a few paces returning to the cover of darkness. They waited thankful that the whole exchange took less than a minute.
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Gil's ropes parted freely, and he kept an eye on the guards as he heard the tiny, gentle snaps of the others bursting their ropes. Well, then, he said softly, and stepped backward, fading into the shadows under the trees. His men followed suit, all moving silently -- for humans. The heedrin surely thought they were as loud as boars crashing through the brush, but they weren't trying to hide from heedrin. Hunting was not their primary focus, but they were skilled enough. They circled through the trees, keeping to the shadows, and moved easily around the men, reinforcements for the cultists at the clearing. They did find the cache of their captured swords... and one guard, one of their former companions, now revealed as just another cultist. He was unsuspecting... until sudden shouts in the distance behind them drew his attention. He was still gazing in that direction when Gil and Riverstone took him. The others geared up while Gil knelt a moment over the body. He sighed sadly, and touched the dead man's shoulder. Then he stood as Greycloak approached with his weapon belt. Thank you, Mr. Greycloak, he said softly, sadly. He buckled it on, thinking. We have to get to a village, spread the word. Heedrin friends... are you still around? He looked about in the trees as the others came ready.
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Here. Merna slipped from the treeline and drew near making a wide circle around the dead man. Jayden followed a few paces behind her. Merna looked down, a deep sadness over her face as if she knew him, but she did not. She felt living things and the softness of the souls gathered around her contrasted greatly with the blank cold slate of death. No warmth radiated from him. A hand on her shoulder made her pull her eyes away and she looked up at the men. Both her and Jayden were nearly a full head shorter than all of them. We will help where we can. I am Merna of Westwood and this is Jayden of Elyroth Lake. they both removed their hoods as she briefly introduced them. Normally upon first meeting a long heritage was named, but time was of the essence so she skipped the formalities. The nearest human village, I'm sure you know is just south of us, but the nearest heedrin village is west and a half days walk. Whichever we choose hold your peace before you go about warning the people. I fear there is much more you need to know before you speak openly of what has happened here. A safe place to talk would be best for now and speed is more important than silence. Jayden added. A smirk cutting across his narrow face. He replaced his hood. If you know of such a place in the human village lead on, the other guards are heading our direction.
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Gil bowed to them both respectfully. We owe you our lives, friends. He listened as Jayden spoke about the other guards. Well, my liege and my family need to be told about the betrayal here tonight, at the very least, and the madness. There are always places to speak privately. So let's head to the village. He hissed for attention, spun his hand in the air in a circle, and then pointed south. Everybody headed that direction on silent for a human feet. As they moved, Gil made the introductions. I am Gilgamesh Darkwood, scion of the House of Darkwood, one of the local human noble houses. Please, call me Gil. This is my boon companion, Tommarika Greycloak. And these are our allies and friends, Almoriatto Riverstone, Rudolphorius Woodshadow, and Hammanchia Greentree. Each man nodded or waved as they moved. Though they were smaller, none of the humans had any doubt the heedrin could keep up this was their very element, after all. Merna, Jayden, as I said, we owe your our lives, we all do. Let us know how we can help you, and we shall. He turned to his men. Al, take point. Rudolph, Ham, keep an eye on our trail. Greycloak stuck close to Gil's side, as he always did. Is there anything you can tell us while we travel?
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Merna took note of the how Gil's men followed him with ease. Not all heedrin had her ability to see souls as she did and what she saw between these men was beautiful. She wondered if he knew just how tightly their souls were bound to him and each other. You owe us nothing, friend. she spoke with a kind smile, nodding her head in a slight bow. Can your lives bring back the dead, friend ? Can your lives stop the.. Jayden! Silence! Merna paused to assure he was not going to start again. For now I can say that our people have been vanishing as far back as a month. Missing heedrin really isn't that abnormal, we are a wandering people so one would need to be gone at least two seasons to truly be considered missing. But two weeks ago Jayden came to me saying some human priest was 'gathering' heedrins under the pretense of a ceremony celebrating the two races. Jayden reluctantly told them of his part in all this. My sister knows of my feelings towards humans so she talked me into going. But things started getting strange, and when I tried to leave I was stopped by a priest. Most of the heedrins were in some sort of weird trance. I tried to grab my sister and leave but she wouldn't come. his voice trailed off and he ran ahead leaving ,Merna to finish. Eventually he slipped out, but without his sister. The group he speaks of was probably the second to be taken. she pointed the direction they had just left. And that was the third. I spoke with two other tribes and found similar stories. she paused not knowing how much to say. There are references in our texts that point to a missing book, well not missing hidden. The creator of the book is not known but it is a book of rituals that call for the blood of heedrins. This information was told as a silly fable to scare heedrin children away from human villages. The blood of heedrins will bring immortality to humans. The book is real, I believe this now, but the Elders do not.
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Cole did mention a book that's the one, then. Gil's voice was soft, as he thought out loud. And he wasn't lying about the immortality, then, or at least he doesn't think he is. He glanced to Merna. I rather doubt anything that claims to permanently end death and decay. Even mountains crumble with time. But the truth of the book is immaterial. These cultists believe it, is the main thing. And whatever it promises, it apparently does have some magic over heedrins. And humans, apparently. He sighed sadly. Half my cohort just turned on us at Cole's word. Just the nobles, sir. Greycloak said quietly. What's that? I know you don't pay much attention to that sort of thing, sir, but your handpicked team was composed of both stalwart commoners such as myself and adventurous noble sons. Your sister's swordmaidens are similar. When Cole's betrayal came... Greycloak paused. Well. All the traitors were from the noble houses. Except for Greentree, of course, but you know the House of Greentree is considered only technically noble, anyway. Gil sighed. That damn elitism. I would have thought if they were riding with me, they'd be able to get past that. Apparently not, sir. Some things are deeply rooted. The older man's lips twitched, suppressing a smile Gil Darkwood himself had some deeply rooted qualities he could not change if he wanted to, and that is why Greycloak was happy to follow him. He glanced over at the slight fae creature who strode with them, fast and silent as a spirit. My lady, pardon me for asking, but why don't your Elders believe you? It seems you have done your research and gathered your evidence quite well.
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Politics, my friend, the root of all evil. she said with a grin. The fact that I was able to present my case was based upon my status in the Westwood tribe, one of the four ancient tribes of heedrin. Add to that my standing as scribe and scholar. But this only gave me a voice, an allowance to simply speak before the Elders. They heard my say and they heard the full testimony of Jayden, but chose not to take actions without evidence. Approaching the humans with accusations of kidnap and murder, would not go over well if they are only based on a few scattered heedrin and a half crazy scholar obsessed with a book that does not exist. Tell me, would not your people doubt such claims?