Thread: Portal - Darkness Dawning (Black_Out and Eternal Thrill)

The music faded in the distance as Sebastian worked his way up the spiraling steps, taking care to move at a cautiously slow place so as to not let the sound of his own feet sound his presence to any that might cause trouble for the relatively accomplished thief and his plans. He drew the white sleeve of his servants shirt back and looked over a rough sketch left in ink upon the inside of his forearm that detailed the layout of the second floor of the Thompson Estate. It was crude, but fundamentally sound and he hoped it was accurate as the cost of obtaining those details didn't come easy or cheap. ...End of the hallway is the Master Bedroom.. His eyes looked over the simple ink markings ... second door on the right is the daughters room.. His lips twitched at the thought of barging into her chamber and finding Eve and the young man she had sneaked away with in the middle of a romp as he came up towards the precipice of the steps and poked his head carefully out from around the corner to check that the coast was clear. Back in the ballroom the gathered party was being assembled as servants hustled and hurried to make sure that each and every guest had a fluted crystalline goblet full of the celebratory champagne in their grasp. The dimming light of the sun was filtering the last of it's light through the ornate stained glass windows and vast sky lights that were aligned across the ceiling. Back in the kitchen the bustling staff took a moments break at the beckoning of the event planners insistence as more glasses were passed out among the crew. Guards took the opportunity to join in the swiftly approaching hallmark moment that was soon to commence. Even Radagast and his pair of stout and statuesque knights were handed glasses of the crisp and sparkling champagne crafted by Bergeron Novak, the High Mage of the Order that Radagast was himself was a member of. Every soul in the city of Crescent was to partake in the toast, as was customary. I would like to thank you one and all for the pleasure of your company here this evening as we prepare to raise our glasses to toast to the founding of our great city two hundred years ago this very day! The voice of Eve's Father boomed out as he rose from his seat to address the crowd. Radagast remained seated, watching the popular noble with a thin smile while his hand softly traced across the leather fabric cover of the tome laying upon the table before himself. It is truly a great honor to have so many of you in attendance, and while none of us will be here to see the next centuries toast come to fruition, our efforts and determination will lay the ground work for that days' eventual coming! The young rogue slipped down into the hallway, snuffing out the noise of his steps with carefully taken placement of his feet upon the grandly crafted red rugs that lined the elegance of the hallway. He could hear the sound of Eve and her guest issuing quietly from beyond the stout oaken thickness of the doorway that led into her bedchamber. .... She just had to fucking be up here... His thoughts turned towards the potential of misfortune if she or her companion were to somehow catch him up here while he was in the midst of picking the lock into her parents grand room. ...Hopefully she'll be fucking that man she stole away with good and loud...I could use a break for once... He smirked briefly as he went to pass the door then the shattering of glass from beyond her doorway sent a panic leaping through his heart. His eyes widened and fear beset him as he heard the young maiden shriek in desperation as she cried out her concern for a man named Ansel. ...What the fuck is going on in there?... Sebastian took a quick look about the hallway as he dipped back into the recessed cover of the arched stone frame of the door that led into Eve's room. ...No guards...yet...that's good...I guess... His heart was pounding in his chest and he could feel the pumping of his blood rushing the onset of panic through his veins. ...Fuck...fuck...fuck....just my luck...What to do? Ansel laid upon the floor, black blood bubbling out of his gouged open neck where the shattered remnants of the broken bottle were lodged deeply within. Fingers clenched at the floor as the dark fluids puddled around his seemingly lifeless body and as the moments ticked by the fine flesh and form of the handsome young man gave way to decay. Skin burst into patches of rot and sunk inward, falling in loose clumps in spots along the frame of his body which was stirring despite the grievous nature of the wound Eve had dealt to him. He began to rise, his fine hair turning foul white and falling from his scalp as if it was being washed away, the little that remained turning a ghostly white hue as his sunken black and soulless eyes locked upon Eve. He stumbled towards her and moaned an unearthly sound, bone and sinew of his reaching hands becoming visible as she scurried awkwardly backwards with her naked rear dusting over the floor. Just then as the sound of the bells tolled through out the great city the lock of the door clicked and was flung open as in barged Sebastian. His eyes were wild with fear and uncertainty and those emotions only became amplified at the horror he witnessed unfolding before him. Without a word he charged forward, slamming his shoulder with a sickening thunderous crunch into the blistered and decaying back of Ansel who went stumbling past Eve and was sent tumbling into the window of her chamber which shattered and yielded to the impact as Ansel's body plummeted down with a sickening thud upon the hard stone floor of the courtyard below. Sebastian himself skidded and slipped in the pool of viscid fluid that had drained from Ansels body and ended up slamming into the wall not far from Eve, his body smeared with the black blood as he let out a groan of discomfort from the awkward impact his fall brought upon him. Normally, such a scene would of been immediately noticed, but things were far from normal anymore in Crescent as with the tolling of the bells the toast was immediately underway in the city. Glasses were raised, cheering voices rose up in unison, and then everything turned to the sound of shattering glass and shrieks of horror and anguish filled the air in a cacophonous chorus of terror as citizen after celebrating citizen fell to the ground and writhed in throes of death that poisoned their bodies, forcing the beating of their hearts to still, ceasing the breathing of their lungs, and gifting them with a necromancy most insidious and foul as they were born anew in the form of the stuff of nightmares.