Thread: The Judicator's Fall (Alazaria x darjeeling)

Leaves rustled in the moonlit night the cool twilight breeze flirting about the cloudless skies. A solitary building sat upon the flat expanse of grass. There was something about it that was quite simply, amiss. No birds flew above the thatched roof. Not a single creature disturbed the unnatural silence that seemed to permeate stone walls crumbling with age. Yet, even such a desolate shack played host to a subtle flame. The telltale violet flicker of a wick that left the wax on which it stood untouched. A figure cast aside the flame. Bright, cerulean spheres set upon delicate features. The light tinging silky onyx strands with but a hint of lavender. This was it. The moment she had been waiting for. All that remained was but the final step from which there was no return. A slit cut into the ornately decorated skirt pulling taut across her hips revealed tantalizing glimpses of bare thigh with every step. Exposing a dainty bow atop her stockings heels clicking against wooden floorboards as her gaze drifted lazily along her handiwork. She had been coming here for weeks. Keeping it warded. Hidden away and out of sight. Every waking moment spent fantasizing about its completion. Nine greater order magical circles inset within the seal of Bahamut arrayed to a perversion of the Constellation of Virgo. Concentric rings and long, arcing lines dotted by runes of an abyssal tongue not even she truly understood. The four walls emblazoned, each, with symbols of their respective azimuth element. Piles of reagents scattered in carefully measured quantities. Lithe digits danced upon the surface of a ruined dresser trailing along the surface until they came upon the hilt of a dagger. Gloved hands closing upon the length as she proceeded to what seemed the only spot in the room not covered in intricate designs or scattered debris. Lashes fluttered as she closed her eyes. The terrible visions that haunted her every night clawed its way into even the tranquil darkness she allowed for a moment of respite. A blush erupted onto her cheeks as the images forced themselves into her mind. Her eyes straining as she sought dispel the nightmare the girl tilting her head up ever so slightly with a shiver. Ever since the detonation. When the Kaiyan Incursions Special Operations lost control of that experimental mass rift. Panting softly, the Sorceress tore open her eyes. Full lips parted as she dispelled the seductive whispers reverberating within her head. The low cut silken top caressing her feminine curves strained against her ample chest. Molding her mana, she steeled her mind robes fluttering in the still night as power surged at her fingertips. The girl wove intangible streams of magic and redirected them into the gate. Where those Elitist mongrels who had left her alone in this world had failed, she would rise triumphant. Gems burst with contact to her aura- power surging into the carefully drawn lines. Lighting them up with an arcane brilliance as each reaction touched upon another. The cascading blue channels quickly saturated her spell evoking a tempest that activated all of the suppression fields she had prepared and dispelled the illusory field concealing her efforts from prying eyes. Loose parchment filled with preliminary designs and prototypes of her matrix evaporating into nothingness. None of that mattered now. If she were successful, she didnt care if the world knew. She wanted them to know. With a flash of steel, the woman brandished her blade cutting through silk and flesh alike as she raised her shivering arm forward. Blood trickling from the gash in her hand. The pain she felt would be ephemeral. This was nothing compared to quelling the demons of her past. Clenching her fist, even the almighty pull of gravity seemed suppressed. Piercing sapphires following those glimmering garnets they slowly succumbed to Newtonian law. Symphonia winced, raising both her hands to shield herself from the ballooning eruption of steam as the matrix seemed to have taken quite aggressively to its final reagent. The sizzling of the drops that followed only adding both the density and absurdity of the mist blossoming from her spellcraft. Had it worked? The dagger fell away from her hand and clattered upon the floor. She was certain she had done everything correctly. As the whispers commanded. The Sorceress rolled her painted lip between her teeth as she waited, nervous with anticipation. Adrenaline pumping through her veins. The girl raked forward with her hand, a quick spell that should have banished the mist completely ineffective her mana dissipating with little result.