Fan Fiction ❯ Versailles ❯ Interlude ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Daremyth 
A brief interlude in the story, but important. A shadowed figure summons the Devil.
CHAPTER WARNINGS: minor language?, Devil-worshipping
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Thriller / Supernatural / Occult / Horror / Hentai / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.29.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 676 | Visits: 211 | Status: Work In Progress
A brief interlude in the story, but important. A shadowed figure summons the Devil.
CHAPTER WARNINGS: minor language?, Devil-worshipping
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Thriller / Supernatural / Occult / Horror / Hentai / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.29.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 676 | Visits: 211 | Status: Work In Progress
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Title: Versailles
Claimer: I OWN EVERYTHING!! take and you DIE!!
Series: Original
Genre: fantasy, horror, occult, supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, dark, gore, vampirism, angst, semi-NCS, explicit violence, explicit language, lemon, het, supernatural-ness, MAJOR squick
Notes: oy... this was supposed to be chapter 3, but I thought the ending would be a good one for an entire chapter, not just a section, so it became an interlude. ^.^
Symbols: *emphasis* |thoughts| :telepathy: ~telekenesis/psychokenesis~ +emotions+ _other peoples' thoughts_
Inspirations: er.. ::sweatdrop:: just browsing through the Dark Fantasy, Horror, and Occult sections under Horror on Amazon.com...
Randomness: me-sa like-es red and orange and yellow and black and pink and silver and gold! ^.^
Music for the Chapter: "Silver" by In10s (MP3.com)
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<i>"What do you <b>mean</b> it's a demon? They don't exist!"
"Ah, but they do, Louis. You'd be surprised how many mystical beings are actually real. And this...'thing' committing all these murders is a demon. A particular type of demon, as well. It's called an algul, and it eats human flesh to survive."
"But...But... How do you <b>know</b> this?"
"...I have my ways. I'll not reveal them to you just yet."</i>
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Interlude
The room was dark, windows covered by thick, black comforters, a single candle glowing and flickering amber light across the walls. A single figure twirled in an intricate dance around the candle, which stood in the center of the room; an inhuman, exotic, beautiful yet guttural language poured through his lips in a haunting chant.
Slowly, in a far corner of the room completely hidden in shadow from the candle, a dim, red glow began to gather, forming a swirling mist of crimson the color of blood. It slowly began to form the shape of a shadow-ridden face, the only visible features a pair of blood red eyes.
"What?"
The voice was hollow, rasping, and dangerous, seeming to come from nowhere yet everywhere at once. It came in the shape of sound, accompanied by more scarlet mist.
The figure stood, before getting down on his knees and bowing. "My Lord," he began, licking his lips nervously. "It seems that Armageddon-"
"I am well aware of that, Bleu," was the growled response, and the form shook slightly as fear raced like ice through his veins. "What is the real purpose of this summoning?"
The red mist that had followed that last comment disintegrated, falling in little sparks to the floor.
"There is one who seems to know more about these murders than he shows," he began. "He is completely unshaken by these demon-slaughtered bodies-"
"And?"
He swallowed thickly.
"What is his name, Bleu?"
The tone of the voice was impatient, irritated, and rapidly growing angry.
"Verlassen, My Lord," he whispered.
"Ver-!" He erupted in rasping, harsh laughter. "Verlassen is in Versailles? Why was I not aware of this?"
Emerald eyes blinked and glanced up at the swirling mist. "You-You know him, My Lord?"
There was a black snort. "Yes, Bleu, I do," was the response.
And then the mist vanished, dripping like blood to the floor.
Shakily, trembling, the figure stood up, and stumbled over to the blood pooling on the floor. He bit his lip as he saw the swirling figures.
"Akielbeth jhirn al vira[1]," he breathed, eyes wide. "Watch for the sapphire dawn..."
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1. Akielbeth jhirn al vira- (aw-kee-ELL-beth ZHEERN AWL VEE-ra) "watch for the sapphire dawn" (lit. You watch for the dawn of sapphire.) ("r" in both words are rolled) (Common Demonic)
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::nod:: hello. this is an interlude that should help make people understand some things a little better.
now, to answer any questions that might be asked...:
1. who was the red mist? Lucifer. ^.^ 2. who was the figure doing the summoning? couple clues: look at what Lucifer calls him, and the color eyes. it should give it away. 3. what language was that? Common Demonic, as stated in the translation above. ^.^
anyway. so... was it interesting? ::blink:: never mind. don't answer that...
Title: Versailles
Claimer: I OWN EVERYTHING!! take and you DIE!!
Series: Original
Genre: fantasy, horror, occult, supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, dark, gore, vampirism, angst, semi-NCS, explicit violence, explicit language, lemon, het, supernatural-ness, MAJOR squick
Notes: oy... this was supposed to be chapter 3, but I thought the ending would be a good one for an entire chapter, not just a section, so it became an interlude. ^.^
Symbols: *emphasis* |thoughts| :telepathy: ~telekenesis/psychokenesis~ +emotions+ _other peoples' thoughts_
Inspirations: er.. ::sweatdrop:: just browsing through the Dark Fantasy, Horror, and Occult sections under Horror on Amazon.com...
Randomness: me-sa like-es red and orange and yellow and black and pink and silver and gold! ^.^
Music for the Chapter: "Silver" by In10s (MP3.com)
_____________________________________________________________ ______________________
<i>"What do you <b>mean</b> it's a demon? They don't exist!"
"Ah, but they do, Louis. You'd be surprised how many mystical beings are actually real. And this...'thing' committing all these murders is a demon. A particular type of demon, as well. It's called an algul, and it eats human flesh to survive."
"But...But... How do you <b>know</b> this?"
"...I have my ways. I'll not reveal them to you just yet."</i>
_______________________________________________________ ____________________________
Interlude
The room was dark, windows covered by thick, black comforters, a single candle glowing and flickering amber light across the walls. A single figure twirled in an intricate dance around the candle, which stood in the center of the room; an inhuman, exotic, beautiful yet guttural language poured through his lips in a haunting chant.
Slowly, in a far corner of the room completely hidden in shadow from the candle, a dim, red glow began to gather, forming a swirling mist of crimson the color of blood. It slowly began to form the shape of a shadow-ridden face, the only visible features a pair of blood red eyes.
"What?"
The voice was hollow, rasping, and dangerous, seeming to come from nowhere yet everywhere at once. It came in the shape of sound, accompanied by more scarlet mist.
The figure stood, before getting down on his knees and bowing. "My Lord," he began, licking his lips nervously. "It seems that Armageddon-"
"I am well aware of that, Bleu," was the growled response, and the form shook slightly as fear raced like ice through his veins. "What is the real purpose of this summoning?"
The red mist that had followed that last comment disintegrated, falling in little sparks to the floor.
"There is one who seems to know more about these murders than he shows," he began. "He is completely unshaken by these demon-slaughtered bodies-"
"And?"
He swallowed thickly.
"What is his name, Bleu?"
The tone of the voice was impatient, irritated, and rapidly growing angry.
"Verlassen, My Lord," he whispered.
"Ver-!" He erupted in rasping, harsh laughter. "Verlassen is in Versailles? Why was I not aware of this?"
Emerald eyes blinked and glanced up at the swirling mist. "You-You know him, My Lord?"
There was a black snort. "Yes, Bleu, I do," was the response.
And then the mist vanished, dripping like blood to the floor.
Shakily, trembling, the figure stood up, and stumbled over to the blood pooling on the floor. He bit his lip as he saw the swirling figures.
"Akielbeth jhirn al vira[1]," he breathed, eyes wide. "Watch for the sapphire dawn..."
___________________________
1. Akielbeth jhirn al vira- (aw-kee-ELL-beth ZHEERN AWL VEE-ra) "watch for the sapphire dawn" (lit. You watch for the dawn of sapphire.) ("r" in both words are rolled) (Common Demonic)
___________________________
::nod:: hello. this is an interlude that should help make people understand some things a little better.
now, to answer any questions that might be asked...:
1. who was the red mist? Lucifer. ^.^ 2. who was the figure doing the summoning? couple clues: look at what Lucifer calls him, and the color eyes. it should give it away. 3. what language was that? Common Demonic, as stated in the translation above. ^.^
anyway. so... was it interesting? ::blink:: never mind. don't answer that...