Thread: [Xnarrated x Lagertha]: Magraa, and the Book of Whispers

Once upon a time. . . There was a great and powerful being called Lucifer, who dared to challenge God as equal, and because of this he instigated a war which created a ripple through out time and space, shattering the world as we know it into hundreds of dimensions resulting in Lucifer and all his subordinates being banished from heaven. One of these subordinates, General Magraa , faithfully served his Lord Lucifer during the Great War, and as a result, Magraa would be rewarded by Lucifer for his loyalty for the Dark Lord entrusted Magraa with the magical Book of Whispers . Written in this book are the names, and the desires of every soul on Earth. Not just any desires mind you, but this book contained the deepest, darkest, most taboo desires hidden within the hearts and minds of mankind. With this book in his possession, Magraa was capable of seducing people to commit great evil, an ultimately he could take possession of their soul, adding them to the Dark Lord's Legion of the Damned. It was a power too great to be left uncheck, so The Alliance, a group of powerful angelic-beings, assembled, and waged war gainst Magraa and his underlings, the succubus and incubus, trapping them all in an alternate dimension, separate from Earth effectively casting a binding spell over Magraa, imprisoning his spirit away in a talisman made of a dark magical stone. However, The Alliance could not erase all traces of Magraa's influence from the realm of man, and soon Magraa would come to be worshipped as a deity in his own right, and those who followed him championed his cause blind service to the Dark Lord. Not many know what happened to the original magic text, the Book of Whispers but to this day, the Bible of Magraa is often referred to by the same name, and has been recognized as a rare and mystical ancient artifact which is to be protected, and that's why it is being kept safely in the Secret Section of the famed rare books library to this day. Some say however, that like a whisper that won't ever go away, Magraa's cry can still be heard, by those who seek to find their darkest desires... Present day... It had been so many centuries since the demon had felt the warming embrace of another. The connection triggered a sensation over him. He'd almost forgot what it felt like to be touched by another soul. Slowly he began to regain use over his faculties and senses scent, touch, sight. The world around him was a dark, bleak, cavern. Magraa levitated cross-legged above the pointy surface of a rock pedestal, taking deep, measured breaths the prickly frosty air coursing through his nostrils. With each breath he could sense her presence draw nearer to his, like a siren's call, the Whisper crept ever so gently into her consciousness, filling her mind with enticement. Bound between the leather bindings of a time long ago, the book was engraved in an ancient language that acted as both a connnection to his alternative dimension, and a binding element which helps to imprison him. He could feel the sensuous touch of another exploring the cracked peeling hide that was magically linked to the sensations of his body, battles scars from a war waged during eternity past. A finger digging into the crevices, running along the deteriorated hide that peeled and cracked all over the large ancient text stimulated him in a way he had not experience in eons. Suddenly, the pages of the book were opened, and a gust of wind barreled through the empty chambers of the winding cavern, sending a ghastly echo through out. The wind stirred up a flurry of frosty flakes that were dormant all around him, it was if Magdas were in the center of a human snow globe, the way each particle of snow danced about him. Her words accompaanied the echo of wind, and brought life to his latent passion. It wasnt in a tongue he could fully understand, but that matterd not, the magic was still responding to her WILL , someone was reading the ancient text, penetrating the boundaries of the magic that sealed him away. Magraa focused his power, and was able to send the trespasser a vision, the words on the page began to rearrange and make out a message in an ancient language, but as the girl read these words, stumbling through like a child first learning to speak, the archaic magic locked within, unleashed, and a burst of magic and energy filled her room, sending the whole world outside the book in a frenzy. The power of Magraa caused a wind to stir and the passage between the two worlds to become freely traversed once again, by any outsider seeking their darkest desires. Before he knew it something took hold of him, drawing every ounce of power he had, transporting the girl into his dimension, right before him, within the engraved transmutation circle burned into the soil of his cave Magraa had done it, he had found his bride, after all these years, the Bride of Whispers, who was prophesied to help him usher in the new regime of Darkness, spreading the Dark Lords influence across the realm of all mankind. He sighed deeply, unfolding his legs, his bronzed golden skin was almost luminous against the backdrop of darkness that filled the cave. His feet planted firmly on the dank surface of the cavernous floor, his body was so heavy with muscle mass that it made a slight impression cold, barren, clay. Magraa relished the moment, being able to feel again after so many centuries had passed, damp, soil beneath his toes, a breeze whirled around the space. He curled his toenails into the ground and breathed deeply. His two size 30 feet with 5 toes apiece, placed themselves one in front of the other, until the beast stood over her. Aside from his tail, and horns, which adored the crown of his head, Magraa's physique was astonishingly human. Sure he stood almost 9 feet tall, and his tail whipped back and forth slowly as he examined his bride, a fierce auro surronded him Magraas naked figure, in all its glory presented himself before her. As he crouched down to get a good whiff of her scent, Magraa's long flowing mane of twisted locks swept across the floor, steeping the coarse tips of hair in wet snow... He reached out with a hand, brushing aside a few strands of hair from the girls face, his sharp talon like finger tips careful not to scathe her delicate flesh. It's time for you to awaken, my Queen