Part 7
*Setting: The Horses sped forth, their ears back and eyes concentrating ahead of them as their six legs worked overtime, trying to catch up with their riders quarries ahead. The ground literally seemed to rumble, small stones moving slowly across the dry earth as the vibrations hammered harder and harder as the Horses began quickening up. Myshel was in the lead thus far, closely followed by her brother and the General. Ivan on the other hand had split off from the core group of riders and was going after the stragglers. His riding and shooting ability was prominant as he rode no handed whilst gripping his two crossbows and aiming for different targets, firing into the creatures legs so he could make the kill with his barehands.*
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*Setting: The Queen stood, watching the hunt from her throne room, she had once again made part of the wall disappear and now stood watching the Hunt take place, accompanied by two faithful guards, who stood motionless, watching the Hunt with her. Their swords holstered at their waists and their large wings retracted. She smiled gently, reminising about the times she had taken part in the game, remembering her first sporting kill and the face of the person looking up at her...eyes lifeless. Casting her eyes down to near the gates, she could just see the crowd of spectators cheering and encouraging the Hunters, chanting names and pointing out stragglers. Looking up, she then saw her daughter, Myshel, close in on a female and, with baited breath, awaited the first kill of the current Hunt.*
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*Setting: With an excited snarl, Michelle leapt off her steeds back, bat her wings once and glided down upon the pregnant female she had spied before hand. A cry of shock and horror was uttered from the human as they both tumbled, one over the other, before Myshel rolled off her and stopped a couple of feet away. Wincing in pain and clutching her bump the female tried to stand, but before she could the Princess had leapt to her feet once more and lunged at her, tackling her to the ground and then digging her fangs into the jugular of the female, searing through the main arteries and draining her prey dry.*
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*Setting: Trying to crawl away with an arrow in the back of his knees, the human male whimpered in pain and strangled fear. Ivan smirked, quickly walking towards him and slamming his foot into the injured creatures stomach so hard that it caused him to leave the ground and spin once in the air before landing again, ribs broken. Now sprawled on his back, the male looked up at the muscular physique of Ivan and whispered for mercy, begging him to spare his life, but Ivan merely reached for a small arrow, squatted down and straddled the human and then rammed the arrow deep into the humans abdomen. The beings eyes clenched shut and he arched his back off the ground, his agonised screams ringing out, joining the other screams of terror and pain in a vile, sadistic version of a choir singing. Blood slowly seeped from the mans mouth, which Ivan pleasantly lapped away, running his tongue up the chin and gathering the droplets of red blood as they trickled downwards...*
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*Setting: Swords flew through the air as Hunters slung them at their prey, leaping off their Horses and then gourging themselves on the lifeforce of the humans. Limbs were hacked off, children were gutted and skewerd, necks were broken and gradually the hunted were reduced to smaller numbers. Upon finishing with her food, Myshel had grabbed a small six year old girl and had proceeded to drain the blood from her - via her wrists. Her brother had shattered the pelvis' of two men before ripping the foreleg from one and beating the other to death with it. The General had punched through the skin, muscle and rib cages of three other humans and tore the beings Hearts out, quickly enough for the creatures to see their own Heart beating weakly to a steady stop. More prey was ready for the killing however, and though the cracks in the ground were already like small, red, streams - the Hunt was still to go on.*
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*Setting: She could see the steady expanding pool of redness from her throne room quite clearly now. Bodies lay strewn randomly, some had their limbs parted from them, others were torn in two, but still some of the prey ran, now more scared than ever after witnessing what had become of their fellow hunted. But as the Queen continued to watch, she failed to see a figure materialise from the shadows behind her. The figure was of Vampyre origin and was male. His hair was long and a golden brown, his eyes a dark purple and his shirtless body moist with sweat. Scars were littered around his body, and one of his eyes seemed to be scarred badly. The trousers that he wore were rags and his once beautiful black wings were nothing more than tatters. With only the bone left intact whilst the leathery membrame lay ripped and torn. So engrossed with the Hunt were the guards also, that they too did not see or hear this being appear and so were caught unawares as the Vampyre telekineticly raised them from the ground and then slammed them into each other, rendering them unconscious. Shocked by the sudden shouts of protest from her guards, the Queen spun around, mortified by what she saw, and as she stepped over the unconscious guards the Vampyre gave a mock bow.*
Vampyre: "Auntie, so good to see you again...after all this time."
He smiled cockily, stepping forwards but halting when the Queen raised her walking stick up. Holding it out at him as she stood wavering without its aid.
Queen: "I'm no relation of yours. How dare you enter my chambers and call me that!! How dare you breach my kingdom with magicks that you STO..."
The Vampyre hurled a ball of fire at the Queen as she spoke, stopping mid sentence she held her staff upwards and blocked the ball of flame, looking through the sparks it left as her exiled nephew studied her, smirking.
Vampyre: "Stole, auntie? As i recall you cursed the Darkstones and their power and wished for their destruction. When i absorbed some of their power, i believed i was helping you. My poor, grief-stricken, widow of an aunt."
The Queen looked bemused and waved her walking stick at the male, the room juddered as the force that came from the stick washed over the Vampyre, pushing him back slightly, though not as much as she had hoped. She snarled, a look of utter contempt on her face.
Queen: "Why have you returned?"
She ignored his past sentence, spitting out her question with utter disdain for her nephew.
Vampyre: "Yes, that's good, getting straight to the point and all. Well, it's quite simple really - i want the Darkstones."
The Queen gave a surprised laugh, her expression utterly flabberghasted by what he had just asked.
Vampyre: "Yes, i was expecting that reaction, but believe me, you giving me them is much better than the alternative."
Queen: "You must think me a fool, Razzius. Why would i even contemplate handing them over to you? And what will you do if i do not? Attack me with your common parlour tricks. IDIOT!"
A blast of white energy surged from the entire staff and rushed over Razzius who, in immediate reaction, held up his right hand and leant towards the light, slowly being pushed back as the beam pushed against him, trying to devour him. Seconds later, the energy had subsided.
Razzius: "See? My "parlour tricks" do come in handy."
He smiled, taking great pleasure out of foiling his aunties second attempt at causing him harm
Queen: "Their power is still contained in you, i see. You must have absorbed more of their power than i imagined for their effect to last this long..."
Razzius: "Oh, i've been trying not to use it much, i'm trying to keep enough of the power to be able to perform plan 'B' if this, which is plan 'A', falls through."
A strand of silvery hair fell infront of the Queens face as she eyed Razzius up suspiciously, intrigued by what he was upto.
Queen: "And what is this 'plan B'?"
Razzius: "Oh, that's quite simple. If you don't give me the Darkstones now, i'll bring forth the Knights of Abscido - and destroy your entire kingdom. THEN i'll take the Darkstones."
He smiled, triumphantly, his aunties expression said it all. She would surely give him the stones now, or else suffer sure defeat.
Queen: "You would not be so stupid. Those...those...BEASTS, are unstoppable! They won't just destroy my kingdom, Razzius, they'll destroy the world!"
Razzius: "A risk i'm willing to take, i'd say the Darkstones are worth it, wouldn't you?"
She shifted her wait uneasily, contemplating another attempt at killing him but knowing that he still had power from the Darkstones left in him...even after all this time. And if what he said was to be believed...he had enough power to end the world.
Queen: "Then you will take that risk, Razzius. And when you do, me and my armies will fight you EVERY step of the way. And i won't rest until your head is seperated from your body..."
He looked at his aunty with a severe dislike, how could she dare decline giving him the Darkstones when he had just threatened her with the Knights? And how could she dare gather up the courage to threaten him.
Razzius: "So be it auntie, but even if i do die, it'd be worth it - knowing that i will be taking this entire planet with me."
And with that, his body exploded in a plume of thick smoke and was quickly sucked into the nearby shadows...
~End~
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