Thread: Within A Curse ( High Fantasy / BDSM )  (Pazzo x Ironic)

Frozen. Zeke was completely frozen in his tracks. How did he manage to pull off such a powerful spell with raw magic? This was the real deal, that was for sure, and Zeke hated to admit it, but they more than likely bit more off than they could chew. And how could he posses the talent to hear his thoughts? He was dumbfounded, just utterly dumbfounded... Quickly getting up to his feet, he didn't even bother to brush off the dirt that was caked on his clothing, instead, his eyes stayed locked onto Arch's, watching his every movements carefully. Zeke and his crew thought of this mission to be easy, simple. Oh, were they wrong. Especially Mirajane, unless she knew all about this. Thoughts and questions circled continuously in just a matter of seconds in his head. This couldn't be right, how was this task so difficult?! Caw! With frightened eyes, the demons lifted their heads to see where that awful sound was coming from, only to notice the black raven's circling above. They threatened them with their horrific caws, the angrier the wizard got, the louder the caws were. Barely even hearing what Arch was telling them, Zeke shook his head back and fourth, not wanting to tell him why they were there, but he also didn't want to suffer the consequences of the avians. He would pay big time by the mistress, but right now, that seemed more pleasing than having his flesh ripped apart by the black winged creatures. He closed his eyes tightly, not knowing what he should say or do. The three other demons stood behind their leader, not too sure themselves of what to do next. Ravens were one of their weaknesses, a sad and pathetic truth. How could a small bird cause so much harm to a demon? Their talons that dug so easily in their flesh would burn for hours, nothing worked to soothe the awful pain that would progress through time. They would have to tough it out. The saliva that would get into their new lacerations by their beak would send a type of poison throughout their body, and with enough of it, could be deadly. The echoing and rumbling of his powerful voice shook them all to the core of their chest, making Zeke finally have enough of it. STOP! he roared, his hands balled up in fists by his sides, already admitting to defeat. I will answer your question, but do not let those bastards near us. Growling in his throat, he stood tall, his eyes looking away from him. He didn't want to look Arch in the eyes after looking like a coward in front of him. How humiliating. Instead, he fixed his eyes on the fresh brand that was now imprinted on his chest. He clenched his teeth, swallowing hard. Yes. It has something to do with the symbol on your chest. He began to explain, his vision shifting to the ground. That is the symbol of the cruse you now have. The curse of 300,000 screams. Zeke let the word hang in the air before continuing. He wanted Arch to think hard about what was happening to him. I do not know what you have done to receive such a horrible curse, but it is VERY rare. Actually, this is the first time I have ever witness it happening. I've heard of stories, but nothing like this. Gaining enough courage, he decided to look back into his eyes, the confusion on his face was enough to satisfy the demon. We were ordered to bring you to our mistress by her orders, so she can fulfill your punishment. We are only doing what we were told. He felt ashamed. He gave out more information than he bargained for. He shook his head, and took his right balled up fist and slammed it on the ground, creating a deep hole from his frustrations. Damn it! He screeched, cursing at the wind.