Fan Fiction ❯ Naissance ❯ Awakening of Achlys ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Ayashi-san 
Akira's body has been taken over and now it's time for Erida to awaken others...
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Horror / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.08.2005 | Updated On: 11.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 166 | Status: Work In Progress
Akira's body has been taken over and now it's time for Erida to awaken others...
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Horror / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.08.2005 | Updated On: 11.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 166 | Status: Work In Progress
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Achlys (Akhlys): The first being ever, even before Chaos. Achlys was the ever lasting night and the personification of misery. She was pictured as a pale woman with bloody cheeks, shoulders covered in dust, with long fingernails, swollen knees and forever crying.
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Akarie’s form leaned forward as she pressed her upper body against the windowsill, her stormy grey eyes shifting to look up towards the full moon that had quickly risen into the clear night sky. Leisurely a slim finger slide underneath her right eye touching the two thin waves light marks there; the marks were black and had appeared 3 weeks ago. Most people believed them to be tattoo’s however they were not; these marks were almost like birthmarks. They appeared when Erida was once again ‘born’ into the world of mortals. These were the marks of the Goddess of Hate.
Shifting, the form of the 17 year old pushed away from the window, arching her back as a smile of satisfaction slide along her slightly full lips; oh how she loved this mortal body. Rising her arms away from her body, Akarie tilted her head backwards as she began to spin around, her stormy eyes watching the white ceiling distort as she spun faster and faster. Her long shiny black hair wrapped itself around her body almost as if it were alive. Suddenly she stopped, her grey eyes narrowed dangerously as they gazed towards the dark blue door of the closet; moving towards it she deliberately dragged her feet along the new fuzzy black carpet, the soft sensation making goose bumps move up along her legs. Her lips twisted into a cruel smile as she grabbed the knob of the door and pulled it open, her eyes trailing over the clothes to the floor of the closet. Sitting there with wide green eyes filled with tears was a brown curly haired girl; tears stained her cheek and her clothes were ripped and dirty. Akarie’s smile widened and when she spoke her voice held a soft echo to it, an echo which was often born from power, “Keep quite Hope, I wouldn’t want to cut out your tongue. I’m sure Achlys will want to use that wonderful feature.” Akarie watched as the girl, which was no more then fifteen years old, raised her tanned hands to her mouth, whimpering softly as she closed her eyes and pressed a bruised cheek against the wall of the closet. Chuckling softly Akarie closed the door and leaned back against it, rubbing her back against the wood so she could feel its texture on her back. Narrowing her eyes they slowly began to cloud over, becoming absolutely colourless, a cruel smile playing on her lips. Though the young body was that of the teenager Akarie that young girl no longer controlled the body; the conscious which now ruled was that of Erida, The Goddess of Hate. Slowly Erida’s eyes roamed the room before she had taken over Akarie’s body there are been disturbing splashes of bright colours throughout the whole room. She, however had quickly changed that, the room now had fluffy black carpet; dark black and red material hung from the walls. A Mahogany dresser and mirror rested against one wall and a large canopy bed against the opposite wall. The bed had dark grey dressing and black see through curtains that hung from metal rails. Off to the left of the bed was a set of stairs that rose upwards to a second level; it was one fourth the size of the bedroom and contained cushions that rested along one wall, the ceiling protruded out of the top of the house and was basically a large sunroof which could clearly be removed.
Smiling to her self Erida moved back to the large open window and leaned her body against the window sill; Akarie’s body was strong and full of energy, it pleased her greatly and suited her needs, for the moment anyway. Stretching once again Erida turned back to the closet, the moon was raising higher in the sky and it would soon be time to get down to business. Pulling open the blue door she smirked slightly at the scared girl and pulled out pair of black dress pants and a long dress like shirt that fell to her mid thigh. Once dress her gaze moved to the young girl that now had fresh tears on her cheeks, “Come Hope, the moon is at its fullest. Achlys waits to be summoned from her restless slumber...say goodbye to the world you once knew.”
Bending down Erida reached out and grabbed the young girls upper arm tightly, pulling her roughly to her feet. The curly haired teen whimpered, her bright green eyes pleaded with the person who once was her friend as she spoke, “A-akarie, please…let me go. I-I promise I w-won’t say an-anything.” The form of her friend smiled at her, it was such an ugly smile and one she had never seen on Akarie before until a few days ago. Akarie pulled her towards the door, tugging on the leather that tied her hands together. Only Hopes hands had been tied but she hadn’t tried to get away, it was almost like she had been in shock, or lost in a daze for the last few days.
Sneering at the girl Erida tightened her grip on Hopes arm and tugged open the door to the room as her lips quickly moved in a soft chant. The colours of the hallway dimmed noticeably to darker, almost colourless shades as she pulled the whimpering girl down the narrow corridor that lead to the stairs. Quickly moving down them Erida stopped at the front door and glanced back over her shoulder to the living room, sitting there frozen on the couch was Akarie’s parents. That cruel smile returned to her lips as she looked to the girl whose face had become a mask of horror; her green eye wide with fear, “You see Hope? There is no since in screaming, for within this place no one will hear your cries, no one that will care anyway.” Hauling the girl after her she moved out the door and out onto the road, everything outside was frozen as well and the same dull colours.
Across the street from Akarie’s house was a large forest, this forest was The Nightshade Forest, it was named long ago for the deadly plant that had once grown so abundantly within it. The plant no longer grew in such abundance but a person could still find the plant in the dark forest if they looked hard enough. Moving across the street and into the thick forest Erida continued to jerk the now struggling girl behind her. It wasn’t long before she stumbled out in a small clearing. In the center of the clearing there was an altar it was six feet long and four feet high and made completely out of wood and painted black. There were writings of an ancient language engraved along side the altar and sitting on top of it was the book Akarie had used to summon Erida, The Grimorium Verum. Erida turned to look at the frightened girl and slowly her eyes clouded over once again to appear completely black.
A strangled cry came from the green eyed girl and she tried to pull away from the girl that she had once considered her friend. She had known Akarie for almost a year now and sure the girl had her strange moment but so did everyone else. She was still a wonderful person up until two days ago when she had suddenly turned on her, her eyes had gone completely black like they had just done and after that Hope couldn’t remember anything but a sense of stifling fear. It seemed only now had she awakened from a horrible nightmare only to find that it wasn’t a nightmare at all but a chilling reality. Her friend was gone and now her life was in danger as well. Hope wanted to plead, beg and scream at her friend to wake up and realize what she was doing but the same deep fear seemed to settle upon her. Tears swelled up in her eyes as Akarie pushed her onto the altar and the reality of her situation seemed to flash before her, if she didn’t get out of her now she could die. A ripping scream burst from her mouth as her body shot up on the altar, she was hysterical with fear; her legs trashed against the blackened woods as she pulled at Akarie, pleading with her to come to her sense. She didn’t want to die.
Erida twisted against the altar, pulling herself free of the girls grip as she sneered at her, loathing the pitiful cries. She quickly tied the girl’s hands and feet to the altar with leather bindings; now it didn’t matter how much she trashed. Glancing up at the sky Erida moved to pick up the Grimorium Verum from the end of the Altar, stepping back from it her lips began to move and slowly the tree’s took on there original colour as reality shifted back into the first dimension. The normally dark clearing was illuminated by the full moon which had risen in the night sky. Smiling in a menacing manner Erida flipped open the black book, a book which Akarie had stolen from a book store that dealt in ancient books and relics; a book that contained many powerful black magic spells. The poor child hadn’t known what she was getting her self into when she stole the book and tried to use the powerful magic within its pages. The Grimorium Verum was a powerful tool and very dangerous in the wrong hands.
Moving forward Erida pulled a flat pouch from the pages of the book and opened it. Removing some of the herbs from the pouch she sprinkled them over Hopes face as she began to chant in a soft ancient language long ago used by the gods of Greece. Stepping back her voice slowly raised until it was a loud chant. The clearing got noticeable darker and the air chilled as Erida reached into the pouch a second time and tossed some of the herbs into the air. Looking to the book in her hand Erida continued to chanted, her pure black eyes moving to the altar as a scream slide from the young girls mouth, her back arching of the black altar.
As Erida chanted her breath became laboured; even though Erida was a goddess she now held a human form and Akarie’s body was not use to magic or the power of a goddess so Erida could not channel her full power because she would destroy the human vessel. This meant that Erida would have to use rituals and magic’s of the earthly plane until she could strengthen Akarie’s body or find a new one. As Erida ended the chant the clearing went completely dark and silent, the moon didn’t shine, the animals didn’t makes a noise and the wind didn’t blow. Erida shifted, her eyes straining against the total blackness as she closed the book and held it to her chest, the smile that moved along her lips could not be seen in the darkness as a soft wail began to blow in night air. The wail continued to get stronger until it was a bellowing scream that was immediately cut off and against all was silent as the moon reappeared to light up the clearing.
There lying on the altar was a woman with deadly pale skin and bloody cheeks. Her long fingernails gripped the restraints as tears flowed from her eyes, a soft wail drifted from her parted lips as the image melted away and only Hope was left lying on the altar. Moving forward Erida undid the bindings which held the girls form. Bit by bit the girl sat up, a tanned hand moving to wipe away tears that rested against her cheek; pausing in the action the young girl looked at the hand with a strange fascination and then to Erida, her voice was soft and uncertain when it spoke, “I…am mortal, in a shell of flesh but how?”
Erida smiled, “Achlys, you have been summoned to Earth once more by me, Erida the Goddess of Hate to do my biddings.”
The form of Hope smiled as she slid from the altar to look at the once mighty goddess that now resided in a human body, “Erida that shell has greatly weakened your powers.” It was a simple statement but it said a lot, if Erida was now weak and in a simple mortal body did she really have the right to summon Achlys, especially to do her bidding?
Smirking Erida turned from Achlys, “It has Achlys but I am still a goddess and my powers will return but to you they should be unquestionable for I am the one whom has summoned you to this plane and I am the one who has bond your form to that girl, you –will- do my bidding.”
Achlys smiled almost sadly and dipped her head, the brown curls bouncing in the moonlight, “Yes my Goddess.”
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Akarie turned around in circles, there was nothing surrounding her, nothing but an overwhelming darkness which seemed to carry all the negative emotions of the human psyche. “Where am I? Why am I here?” A sob soft rose in her throat as she sat down, pulling her legs to her chest as she wrapped her arms around them. Resting her chin against her knee’s she stared off into the darkness as fear overtook her body. “I’m scared, someone please help me.” Faintly a light began to shimmer before her, manifesting itself into a young girl with curly brown hair, the girl’s arms were wrapped around her self and her head was dipped. Akarie sniffled softly, “Who are you?”
Slowly the young girl tilted her head to look at the girl sitting on the floor, her green eyes almost seemed to glow as she spoke in a soft fleeting voice, “I…am Hope”
However…Akarie didn’t know Hope.
Achlys (Akhlys): The first being ever, even before Chaos. Achlys was the ever lasting night and the personification of misery. She was pictured as a pale woman with bloody cheeks, shoulders covered in dust, with long fingernails, swollen knees and forever crying.
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Akarie’s form leaned forward as she pressed her upper body against the windowsill, her stormy grey eyes shifting to look up towards the full moon that had quickly risen into the clear night sky. Leisurely a slim finger slide underneath her right eye touching the two thin waves light marks there; the marks were black and had appeared 3 weeks ago. Most people believed them to be tattoo’s however they were not; these marks were almost like birthmarks. They appeared when Erida was once again ‘born’ into the world of mortals. These were the marks of the Goddess of Hate.
Shifting, the form of the 17 year old pushed away from the window, arching her back as a smile of satisfaction slide along her slightly full lips; oh how she loved this mortal body. Rising her arms away from her body, Akarie tilted her head backwards as she began to spin around, her stormy eyes watching the white ceiling distort as she spun faster and faster. Her long shiny black hair wrapped itself around her body almost as if it were alive. Suddenly she stopped, her grey eyes narrowed dangerously as they gazed towards the dark blue door of the closet; moving towards it she deliberately dragged her feet along the new fuzzy black carpet, the soft sensation making goose bumps move up along her legs. Her lips twisted into a cruel smile as she grabbed the knob of the door and pulled it open, her eyes trailing over the clothes to the floor of the closet. Sitting there with wide green eyes filled with tears was a brown curly haired girl; tears stained her cheek and her clothes were ripped and dirty. Akarie’s smile widened and when she spoke her voice held a soft echo to it, an echo which was often born from power, “Keep quite Hope, I wouldn’t want to cut out your tongue. I’m sure Achlys will want to use that wonderful feature.” Akarie watched as the girl, which was no more then fifteen years old, raised her tanned hands to her mouth, whimpering softly as she closed her eyes and pressed a bruised cheek against the wall of the closet. Chuckling softly Akarie closed the door and leaned back against it, rubbing her back against the wood so she could feel its texture on her back. Narrowing her eyes they slowly began to cloud over, becoming absolutely colourless, a cruel smile playing on her lips. Though the young body was that of the teenager Akarie that young girl no longer controlled the body; the conscious which now ruled was that of Erida, The Goddess of Hate. Slowly Erida’s eyes roamed the room before she had taken over Akarie’s body there are been disturbing splashes of bright colours throughout the whole room. She, however had quickly changed that, the room now had fluffy black carpet; dark black and red material hung from the walls. A Mahogany dresser and mirror rested against one wall and a large canopy bed against the opposite wall. The bed had dark grey dressing and black see through curtains that hung from metal rails. Off to the left of the bed was a set of stairs that rose upwards to a second level; it was one fourth the size of the bedroom and contained cushions that rested along one wall, the ceiling protruded out of the top of the house and was basically a large sunroof which could clearly be removed.
Smiling to her self Erida moved back to the large open window and leaned her body against the window sill; Akarie’s body was strong and full of energy, it pleased her greatly and suited her needs, for the moment anyway. Stretching once again Erida turned back to the closet, the moon was raising higher in the sky and it would soon be time to get down to business. Pulling open the blue door she smirked slightly at the scared girl and pulled out pair of black dress pants and a long dress like shirt that fell to her mid thigh. Once dress her gaze moved to the young girl that now had fresh tears on her cheeks, “Come Hope, the moon is at its fullest. Achlys waits to be summoned from her restless slumber...say goodbye to the world you once knew.”
Bending down Erida reached out and grabbed the young girls upper arm tightly, pulling her roughly to her feet. The curly haired teen whimpered, her bright green eyes pleaded with the person who once was her friend as she spoke, “A-akarie, please…let me go. I-I promise I w-won’t say an-anything.” The form of her friend smiled at her, it was such an ugly smile and one she had never seen on Akarie before until a few days ago. Akarie pulled her towards the door, tugging on the leather that tied her hands together. Only Hopes hands had been tied but she hadn’t tried to get away, it was almost like she had been in shock, or lost in a daze for the last few days.
Sneering at the girl Erida tightened her grip on Hopes arm and tugged open the door to the room as her lips quickly moved in a soft chant. The colours of the hallway dimmed noticeably to darker, almost colourless shades as she pulled the whimpering girl down the narrow corridor that lead to the stairs. Quickly moving down them Erida stopped at the front door and glanced back over her shoulder to the living room, sitting there frozen on the couch was Akarie’s parents. That cruel smile returned to her lips as she looked to the girl whose face had become a mask of horror; her green eye wide with fear, “You see Hope? There is no since in screaming, for within this place no one will hear your cries, no one that will care anyway.” Hauling the girl after her she moved out the door and out onto the road, everything outside was frozen as well and the same dull colours.
Across the street from Akarie’s house was a large forest, this forest was The Nightshade Forest, it was named long ago for the deadly plant that had once grown so abundantly within it. The plant no longer grew in such abundance but a person could still find the plant in the dark forest if they looked hard enough. Moving across the street and into the thick forest Erida continued to jerk the now struggling girl behind her. It wasn’t long before she stumbled out in a small clearing. In the center of the clearing there was an altar it was six feet long and four feet high and made completely out of wood and painted black. There were writings of an ancient language engraved along side the altar and sitting on top of it was the book Akarie had used to summon Erida, The Grimorium Verum. Erida turned to look at the frightened girl and slowly her eyes clouded over once again to appear completely black.
A strangled cry came from the green eyed girl and she tried to pull away from the girl that she had once considered her friend. She had known Akarie for almost a year now and sure the girl had her strange moment but so did everyone else. She was still a wonderful person up until two days ago when she had suddenly turned on her, her eyes had gone completely black like they had just done and after that Hope couldn’t remember anything but a sense of stifling fear. It seemed only now had she awakened from a horrible nightmare only to find that it wasn’t a nightmare at all but a chilling reality. Her friend was gone and now her life was in danger as well. Hope wanted to plead, beg and scream at her friend to wake up and realize what she was doing but the same deep fear seemed to settle upon her. Tears swelled up in her eyes as Akarie pushed her onto the altar and the reality of her situation seemed to flash before her, if she didn’t get out of her now she could die. A ripping scream burst from her mouth as her body shot up on the altar, she was hysterical with fear; her legs trashed against the blackened woods as she pulled at Akarie, pleading with her to come to her sense. She didn’t want to die.
Erida twisted against the altar, pulling herself free of the girls grip as she sneered at her, loathing the pitiful cries. She quickly tied the girl’s hands and feet to the altar with leather bindings; now it didn’t matter how much she trashed. Glancing up at the sky Erida moved to pick up the Grimorium Verum from the end of the Altar, stepping back from it her lips began to move and slowly the tree’s took on there original colour as reality shifted back into the first dimension. The normally dark clearing was illuminated by the full moon which had risen in the night sky. Smiling in a menacing manner Erida flipped open the black book, a book which Akarie had stolen from a book store that dealt in ancient books and relics; a book that contained many powerful black magic spells. The poor child hadn’t known what she was getting her self into when she stole the book and tried to use the powerful magic within its pages. The Grimorium Verum was a powerful tool and very dangerous in the wrong hands.
Moving forward Erida pulled a flat pouch from the pages of the book and opened it. Removing some of the herbs from the pouch she sprinkled them over Hopes face as she began to chant in a soft ancient language long ago used by the gods of Greece. Stepping back her voice slowly raised until it was a loud chant. The clearing got noticeable darker and the air chilled as Erida reached into the pouch a second time and tossed some of the herbs into the air. Looking to the book in her hand Erida continued to chanted, her pure black eyes moving to the altar as a scream slide from the young girls mouth, her back arching of the black altar.
As Erida chanted her breath became laboured; even though Erida was a goddess she now held a human form and Akarie’s body was not use to magic or the power of a goddess so Erida could not channel her full power because she would destroy the human vessel. This meant that Erida would have to use rituals and magic’s of the earthly plane until she could strengthen Akarie’s body or find a new one. As Erida ended the chant the clearing went completely dark and silent, the moon didn’t shine, the animals didn’t makes a noise and the wind didn’t blow. Erida shifted, her eyes straining against the total blackness as she closed the book and held it to her chest, the smile that moved along her lips could not be seen in the darkness as a soft wail began to blow in night air. The wail continued to get stronger until it was a bellowing scream that was immediately cut off and against all was silent as the moon reappeared to light up the clearing.
There lying on the altar was a woman with deadly pale skin and bloody cheeks. Her long fingernails gripped the restraints as tears flowed from her eyes, a soft wail drifted from her parted lips as the image melted away and only Hope was left lying on the altar. Moving forward Erida undid the bindings which held the girls form. Bit by bit the girl sat up, a tanned hand moving to wipe away tears that rested against her cheek; pausing in the action the young girl looked at the hand with a strange fascination and then to Erida, her voice was soft and uncertain when it spoke, “I…am mortal, in a shell of flesh but how?”
Erida smiled, “Achlys, you have been summoned to Earth once more by me, Erida the Goddess of Hate to do my biddings.”
The form of Hope smiled as she slid from the altar to look at the once mighty goddess that now resided in a human body, “Erida that shell has greatly weakened your powers.” It was a simple statement but it said a lot, if Erida was now weak and in a simple mortal body did she really have the right to summon Achlys, especially to do her bidding?
Smirking Erida turned from Achlys, “It has Achlys but I am still a goddess and my powers will return but to you they should be unquestionable for I am the one whom has summoned you to this plane and I am the one who has bond your form to that girl, you –will- do my bidding.”
Achlys smiled almost sadly and dipped her head, the brown curls bouncing in the moonlight, “Yes my Goddess.”
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Akarie turned around in circles, there was nothing surrounding her, nothing but an overwhelming darkness which seemed to carry all the negative emotions of the human psyche. “Where am I? Why am I here?” A sob soft rose in her throat as she sat down, pulling her legs to her chest as she wrapped her arms around them. Resting her chin against her knee’s she stared off into the darkness as fear overtook her body. “I’m scared, someone please help me.” Faintly a light began to shimmer before her, manifesting itself into a young girl with curly brown hair, the girl’s arms were wrapped around her self and her head was dipped. Akarie sniffled softly, “Who are you?”
Slowly the young girl tilted her head to look at the girl sitting on the floor, her green eyes almost seemed to glow as she spoke in a soft fleeting voice, “I…am Hope”
However…Akarie didn’t know Hope.