Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Tarot ❯ Magician ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Moonsister 
Anime/Manga: Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Horror / Supernatural | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.13.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 308 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Horror / Supernatural | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.13.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 308 | Status: Work In Progress
Magician
Mercury stumbled from Olympus with the truest of illusions firmly in his grasp. The light and warmth of fire, to fuel the minds and hearts of humanity. So the first of the Powers of God was first granted human kind. With it came the gifts of delusion, and betrayal. The illusions of passions, and the sparks of vengeance.
Such was not the intent of Mercury, though. He sought only to give a tool of enlightenment to despairing minds. A gift to bring light to the darkest of human hours. The first gift of Hope.
Hours later, an elderly priest was eying a piece of rosy quartz suspiciously. Turning it over in his hands, he found nothing peculiar about it's exitance. Expect form which it was found. Two quartz arches found in what was left of the Factory garage. Same garage that held a mini van that was missing, of some employee whose body had not been found as of yet.
"What else could you discern?" The priest raised an eyebrow at the middle aged hunter before him.
"Blood was found on the floor of the smaller one." Chocolate hair brushed past caramel eyes. "There were drag marks in the dust, like someone of smaller stature had pulled a much larger person." The old priest nodded and turned away, leaving the conversation at that. The Hunter knew this scene too well to question, and wondered off in another direction. When the old man had orders, he ordered. The Hunter was on his own until further notice.
The old priest stared back down to the shinney chunk of crystal in his hand. Sighing heavily, he pocketed the chunk and turned to his gathered Clergy.
"We will assume that the Devil's Child has learned the art Zombification." He ignored the questioning looks. Whenever the girl's back was turned, this is how he spoke of her, a fryer thought grumpily. Have her stand in front of the the man, and he was the grandfather that God intended. The fact the that you deny her life is sacraledge. You will burn in Hell for this. "She must be stopped at all costs."
"Lucy will hate you for this, Juliano." Another priest murmured from behind the older one.
"Lucy hates me already, this is just another she can count against me."
"There is much talk that you are killing off the Family, so Solomon inherits land and title." The second priest stared evenly at the back of Julian o's head.
"Such are not the ways of Men of the Cloth. I seek only to do God's Will."
"That is what we all say, it has not been true since the inception of the Church, and it is not true now." Juliano froze, was this truly a priest that was speaking to him. "What Solomon does, and what you are doing now is ensure your own means come to pass. Nothing more."
"My Will be done, then." Juliano stalked off, the speech he'd given Robin earlier, about Power consuming the soul. Then he knew he'd been talking about himself, him, addicted to his own immense power. Now she truly threatened him. No longer an adoring little girl, but almost a woman. A very strong minded, and willed woman at that. An Immortal none the less. He slumped into the back of the waiting car and sighed heavily. He was going to a warm bed, in the posh house he'd bought for his daughter before her wedding...where was the child of his child sleeping? More disgusted with himself than ever, Juliano stared out the car window, at the splattering rain. Trying to find someone else to pin the blame for his misery than his own actions. Finding it hard, he thought of the greened eyed golden girl that had been with him too short a time.
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Same said girl sat on the edge of a hotel bed with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Her hair still damp from the fresh washing, her eyes still wide from the events of the evening past. Still shaking from the shook of it. I was dead, she thought to herself for the millionth time. I was really dead....Amon....Amon's legs were mangled hamburger....what happened? What happened? The door of the room opened for a tall dark figure to slip in. It placed food down beside her and sat in a chair by the window, staring. She only looked at the bag of fast food and blinked at it. Not recognizing it's significance. This isn't good, thought the dark figure.
"They were extracting Ectoplasm from people..." She murmured, scarcely more than aloud.
"I thought Ectoplasm was ghost blood." The slumping form said from it's chair.
"It is." A slender hand appeared from inside the folds of the blanket, shakingly, it found a steaming mass of partial nutrition.
"What happened, Robin?" The voice was dark, almost threatening. "We were dead."
"No...I was....They would have found you...." She nibbled lightly at the kill he'd fetched from 'Wackdonald's'. "I don't know, really. All I can clearly remember is remembering..." She noted the confused look on his face and swallowed the bite before he could snap any more questions. "I remembered what it was like to breathe, and I took breath. I asked you if you remembered what it was like to be whole, and limber....you said you did, and you were...." She looked back down at what she was eating, and was quite impressed with her ability to eat anything that wasn't moving. Amon shifted were he sat, he remembered no such conversation, all he remembered was shock at her moving figure and immense pain.
"Maybe you'll remember something more substantial later." Snapped the darker half of the conversation.
"But we are not talking about a substantial thing." She looked straight at him. "Amon, only a fire that can turn my bones to dust can kill me....the rest can only slow me down for a while...." She dropped her eyes back to the floor. "How sad, really....it is not the Words of Time that are so heavy...but the actions taken in that Time that weigh the most." A small smile began to spread across her face. "It really is all so absurd when you stop to think about it, isn't it?" Her eyes rolled back to his in a way that made the hair stand up on the back of his neck.. At that he nodded, rose and bridged the distance between them. Grabbing her by the shoulders he hauled her to the head of the bed, and planted her firmly against the pillows.
"We both need to sleep now." He told her already closing eyes. As he lay down beside her, he wondered at her lack of fear. Did she truly have the upper hand here? Was he really no threat at all? He could never really over power her, he could never really make her do anything. She was just willing to oblige him, but why? He closed his own eyes as her breathing slowed to a steady, deep sleep. His legs were giving him fantom pains, as though he was still lying on the cold stone floor of the parking garage. Perhaps a part of him was still there. Perhaps, he would just have to get over being healed miraculously and get on with life...like she was trying to do.
Then it struck him: She said they were making Ectoplasm...Ectoplasm is the blood of ghosts...Was Ziazen draining people of their Spirit? He asked his internal self as sleep caught up with him.
Mercury stumbled from Olympus with the truest of illusions firmly in his grasp. The light and warmth of fire, to fuel the minds and hearts of humanity. So the first of the Powers of God was first granted human kind. With it came the gifts of delusion, and betrayal. The illusions of passions, and the sparks of vengeance.
Such was not the intent of Mercury, though. He sought only to give a tool of enlightenment to despairing minds. A gift to bring light to the darkest of human hours. The first gift of Hope.
Hours later, an elderly priest was eying a piece of rosy quartz suspiciously. Turning it over in his hands, he found nothing peculiar about it's exitance. Expect form which it was found. Two quartz arches found in what was left of the Factory garage. Same garage that held a mini van that was missing, of some employee whose body had not been found as of yet.
"What else could you discern?" The priest raised an eyebrow at the middle aged hunter before him.
"Blood was found on the floor of the smaller one." Chocolate hair brushed past caramel eyes. "There were drag marks in the dust, like someone of smaller stature had pulled a much larger person." The old priest nodded and turned away, leaving the conversation at that. The Hunter knew this scene too well to question, and wondered off in another direction. When the old man had orders, he ordered. The Hunter was on his own until further notice.
The old priest stared back down to the shinney chunk of crystal in his hand. Sighing heavily, he pocketed the chunk and turned to his gathered Clergy.
"We will assume that the Devil's Child has learned the art Zombification." He ignored the questioning looks. Whenever the girl's back was turned, this is how he spoke of her, a fryer thought grumpily. Have her stand in front of the the man, and he was the grandfather that God intended. The fact the that you deny her life is sacraledge. You will burn in Hell for this. "She must be stopped at all costs."
"Lucy will hate you for this, Juliano." Another priest murmured from behind the older one.
"Lucy hates me already, this is just another she can count against me."
"There is much talk that you are killing off the Family, so Solomon inherits land and title." The second priest stared evenly at the back of Julian o's head.
"Such are not the ways of Men of the Cloth. I seek only to do God's Will."
"That is what we all say, it has not been true since the inception of the Church, and it is not true now." Juliano froze, was this truly a priest that was speaking to him. "What Solomon does, and what you are doing now is ensure your own means come to pass. Nothing more."
"My Will be done, then." Juliano stalked off, the speech he'd given Robin earlier, about Power consuming the soul. Then he knew he'd been talking about himself, him, addicted to his own immense power. Now she truly threatened him. No longer an adoring little girl, but almost a woman. A very strong minded, and willed woman at that. An Immortal none the less. He slumped into the back of the waiting car and sighed heavily. He was going to a warm bed, in the posh house he'd bought for his daughter before her wedding...where was the child of his child sleeping? More disgusted with himself than ever, Juliano stared out the car window, at the splattering rain. Trying to find someone else to pin the blame for his misery than his own actions. Finding it hard, he thought of the greened eyed golden girl that had been with him too short a time.
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Same said girl sat on the edge of a hotel bed with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Her hair still damp from the fresh washing, her eyes still wide from the events of the evening past. Still shaking from the shook of it. I was dead, she thought to herself for the millionth time. I was really dead....Amon....Amon's legs were mangled hamburger....what happened? What happened? The door of the room opened for a tall dark figure to slip in. It placed food down beside her and sat in a chair by the window, staring. She only looked at the bag of fast food and blinked at it. Not recognizing it's significance. This isn't good, thought the dark figure.
"They were extracting Ectoplasm from people..." She murmured, scarcely more than aloud.
"I thought Ectoplasm was ghost blood." The slumping form said from it's chair.
"It is." A slender hand appeared from inside the folds of the blanket, shakingly, it found a steaming mass of partial nutrition.
"What happened, Robin?" The voice was dark, almost threatening. "We were dead."
"No...I was....They would have found you...." She nibbled lightly at the kill he'd fetched from 'Wackdonald's'. "I don't know, really. All I can clearly remember is remembering..." She noted the confused look on his face and swallowed the bite before he could snap any more questions. "I remembered what it was like to breathe, and I took breath. I asked you if you remembered what it was like to be whole, and limber....you said you did, and you were...." She looked back down at what she was eating, and was quite impressed with her ability to eat anything that wasn't moving. Amon shifted were he sat, he remembered no such conversation, all he remembered was shock at her moving figure and immense pain.
"Maybe you'll remember something more substantial later." Snapped the darker half of the conversation.
"But we are not talking about a substantial thing." She looked straight at him. "Amon, only a fire that can turn my bones to dust can kill me....the rest can only slow me down for a while...." She dropped her eyes back to the floor. "How sad, really....it is not the Words of Time that are so heavy...but the actions taken in that Time that weigh the most." A small smile began to spread across her face. "It really is all so absurd when you stop to think about it, isn't it?" Her eyes rolled back to his in a way that made the hair stand up on the back of his neck.. At that he nodded, rose and bridged the distance between them. Grabbing her by the shoulders he hauled her to the head of the bed, and planted her firmly against the pillows.
"We both need to sleep now." He told her already closing eyes. As he lay down beside her, he wondered at her lack of fear. Did she truly have the upper hand here? Was he really no threat at all? He could never really over power her, he could never really make her do anything. She was just willing to oblige him, but why? He closed his own eyes as her breathing slowed to a steady, deep sleep. His legs were giving him fantom pains, as though he was still lying on the cold stone floor of the parking garage. Perhaps a part of him was still there. Perhaps, he would just have to get over being healed miraculously and get on with life...like she was trying to do.
Then it struck him: She said they were making Ectoplasm...Ectoplasm is the blood of ghosts...Was Ziazen draining people of their Spirit? He asked his internal self as sleep caught up with him.