Thread: Blood Fueled Fire [Karameida x Elegant Catharsis]

RE Blood Fueled Fire Kurochi You follow commands well for savages The being smiled watching the facial expressions of the horrified men march towards him. They let out slight grunts as they involuntarily kneeled before before him, their faces at level with his bare feet. Consider yourselves blessed, I've decided not only to grace you with my pressence, but I shall also allow you to take me to the others of your kind. His voice echoed in the wind and all things remained calm and still. The hold on the men was released and they stood up slowly warily fear keeping them from running off yet willing them to do just that at the same time. I am lord Kurochi, however you shall only address me as your God and master. Kurochi licked his lips slowly, his hollow eyes focused on the two men intently similar to how a lion would a wounded antelope. The smallest of the men, Hisoga bowed deeply and then turned around with Yurimo in towe towards the direction of their village making sure not to look directly into the eyes of their god. Instead of walking, Kurochi seemed to step out onto air as his feet never touched the ground. Now how shall I start upon this horrid quest the others have subjected me to... he thought to himself as he stepped casually behind the men. They stopped just long enough to hoist the two unconcious men over their shoulders and slowly climbed up the side of the crater. Kurochi cast a glance up at the men and flashed an unsympathetic smile. He knew what would happen next and he was anxious to respond. Conciousness came rushing at him, and the light hit him like a bull elephant. His lungs flooded with air, and his nose could smell iron... iron that would not normally be there. The iron found in blood. Suddenly Jabrao was caste back into the world he had left uncontrollably on a few moments before. He remembered the demon who had knocked him out and he knew it wanted to be taken to his village. It was going to destroy it and everyone unfortunate enough to be there. Women, children, and the elderly would suffer a gruesome fate if he did not act fast. He opened his eyes only a crack, enough to no all he needed to. I'm being carried away.. he thought they're leading that monster to our village, I must do something to stop him. He lifted his chin slightly and caught sight of pale skin. He knew he could effectively gauge the distance between him and the monster lurking behind him. Jabrao elbowed Hisoga in the back of the head and the man crumpled like a small tree in the midst of a whirlwind. Yurimo stopped and turned around completely caught off gaurd and dropped the unconcious Ookuru to the ground. Jabrao what are you doing?! It was too late to ask, Jabrao's intentions were clear, he drew a curved blade from his back, and with every bit of force his body could muster hurled it at the strange being before him. The blade was a circular blir and cut through the air like a shark would water. Jabrao smiled in triumph watching the blade arc directly towards the demon, but the smile didn't last long as his weapon stopped moving only an inch away from the creature's throat. Kurochi watched the blade spin towards him and almost regretted what would inevitably happen next. He focused his emotionless eyes upon his would-be assailant and watched his smile fade and be replaced with sheer horror as the blade hovered there frozen in mid air merely an inch from its' target. Fool... Kurochi's voice rang hollow in the air for an instant and for the first time, his feet lowered to the cold ground ...you thought you could play the hero? You pathetic wretch, suffer like you have never suffered. His smile was gone now, long gone. On his face now was what could almost be considered pity with a dash of sorrow. Kurochi reached up slowly and grabbed the blade watching it slice into his fingers to the bone. Sharp. He remarked casually his eyes still focused upon Jabrao. I could kill you in so many horrible ways you pathetic creature, however I shall dispatch you in a way that will amuse me, and warn the others should they be foolish enough to tread down the same path you have chosen. With that Kurochi let go of the blade and licked his fingers, the cuts in them already gone. He sauntered over to the horrified warrior and reached out, almost as if to touch the man. Instead however, he placed two fingers into the air at the level of Jabrao's forehead. You shall shed tears of crimson, tears that shall become my nourishment. You're pain shall be my pleasure, and your fears shall be my comfort. Die knowing I shall experience a moment of pure ecstacy for your lifetime of suffering. Jabrao shook involuntarily and tears flowed from his eyes, he muttered something of a prayer in his archaic language but to no avail. His mouth opened again but this time blood pooled in it and flowed out defying gravity and forming an orb directly in front of him. He watched for as long as he could at any rate, as his own blood was siphoned out from his body. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, yet the blood kept flowing into the ball. His lanky body shrank more so squeezing his bones until they creaked like an old wooden floor. The last drop of blood slid slowly from his lips and joined the rest in a small compressed ball of crimson hovering before Kurochi. Kurochi tilted his head to the side and licked his lips as the blood slid itself to a gourde sitting at his hip. The gourde was pure black but lines and creases ran through it, all the color of blood. His gaze fell upon the now mumifyed remains of Jabrao and they flashed as if the sun hit them. The warriors' remains disolved into a pile of black water, utterly destroying all that was left of his existence in this world. Yurimo quickly picked the unconcious Ookuru up and again tossed him over his shoulder, fear gripping his every muscle. Kurochi grinned, his sharp teeth glinting in the sunlight and he flicked a single finger, hurling the other unconcious man over the edge of the crater and gently landing him on the ground. He looked out and noted that the horses that had run off earlier had returned their heads bowed. For a moment Kurochi's ears rang and he looked off into the distance as a volcanoe began to errupt, smoke billowing out of it's top. Blast, I hope it isn't her.. he thought as he sat down on the more handsome of the two horses leaving his lowly servant to ride on a horse carrying two large unconcious men. I suppose this shall be the start, the hourglass has been tipped over and it's only a matter of time.....