Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-26068742-20170922065817/@comment-28929139-20170924184931

Farther away from all the carnage and destruction...

Things were finally in place and now came the time for everyone to reap the fruits all of this labor. At the castle all the way north and past the mainland, Pandora and Marek had spent the last couple years prepping the world for the coming of their Lord Oda.

With his gift in darkness and rioting, Marek had been assuring that all the demonic miasma that was released from the slaying of his fellow hellions to spread throughout the lands. This miasma helped with purifying the air and altering it to a more apropos climate for not only Oda but the remainder of the Phantom Zone that was moving upstairs. And Pandora had been busy completely transforming the continent into a hellish paradise fit for the vilest of demons, beings and entities. With more than seventy percent of its population wiped out, possessed and or reduced to miasmic fodder, the dark angry energy was more than plentiful to overwhelm the sealings in which Lord Oda had been imprisoned. And they needed only to wait for the proper me, when there would be a postphase crescent moon on a day when the sun would be present for the shortest time of the year.

It would be a week following the fall of five villages and before the first natural rain the continent would see, and when that day came, Pandora made the order for preparations to be had for such a ceremony. It didn't take long to get things ready and with all three artifacts in their possession, the show was on! So now, standing outside the castle's walls beneath a Laurel tree just some yards away from the sea, an altar had been erected with a wide open dais that housed a small table, many burning candles, and an inverted cross pointing straight up that was enclosed within a circle of salt. To the right of the dais had the Mirror of Lyraseri stood and to the left was the talisman acquired from the humans. Directly behind the ponderous display had been Pandora with a dagger in one hand and a large human bone in the other. At her flanks had been Marek and men dressed in dark robes, their faces hidden and withdrawn beneath layered hoods, as well as a few deformed looking humans kneeling by them.

Staring out directly ahead, Pandora smiled a bit in seeing the one person from this dying world help them in their plight. A young woman with black of hair and lily white skin had come forth, shackled and escorted by few men.

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In her arms was the last of the artifacts they needed: the Book of the Damned. While under the impression that the family who had sealed away Lord Oda in the first place would have this book, Pandora was not quite sure how this young woman acquired it but far be it from her to question the gift horse.

But after a serendipitious meeting with the girl, she had agreed to find and bring her the book on one condition. Normally not one to negotiate, Pandora had only agreed because the girl's request just happened to coincide with her agenda. And so, with the young woman coming forth, Pandora watched her stopped short on the stairs leading up to the platform of the dais. The girl would hold the book out in proffer toward Pandora, but before it was taken, the men at her sides would unshackle her limbs and annoint them with a thick, dark liquid that resembled animal blood. Afraid though she was, she did not protest the gestures and with a nod from Pandora, the book was taken from Yahiko and passed around until it came into Pandora's hands.

Prying it open, the book seemed to shake and vibrate in Pandora's hands, as if somehow being awakened and made sentient by her very touch. It was as though it knew what was to transpire! Upon opening the book, a glowing golden light misted and swirled above the whipping pages until it snapped back and open at the book's very center and the glowing mist constricted into a wide shaft of light that shot straight into the skies and the heavens. From anywhere in the world, this beam of light could be seen, no matter how faint or from how far. But in any case, Pandora read and then spoke with a clear voice though in a very barbarian sounding language with a gutteral enunciation.

"Lord Ruler, by your grace, grant me, I pray thee the power to conceive in my mind and to execute that which I desire to do, the end which I would attain by thy help, O Mighty Father, the one True God who livest and reignest forever and ever. I entreat thee to inspire and  to manifest before me that you may give us true and faithful conviction, so that I may accomplish your desired will, provided that it is proper to our office. This I respectfully and humbly ask in Your Name, Lord Ruler Oda, may you deem me worthy, Father...."

In the distance, the dying sun had sank below the sea's surface and with the gradient skies taking a change in colors, a violent wind would storm through the alter. Pandora's dark hair whipped around her and the men had to brace against each other lest the weight of their cloaks bring them down. Rain would also suddenly drop upon them while gray clouds rumbled in formation to blur out the skies and with a screeching shriek, huge bolts of thunder struck against the beam of light. Becoming illuminated with a brighter vision, the lightning seemed to travel down toward the book but then split off. At the same time, the lightning slammed into the mirror as well as the talismen before both ends of it would collide into the body of Yahiko.

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The girl would cry out in surprise and agony, having not expected to die this way, she was blinded by whiteness and her body screamed with sensation too loudly to even hear. Her cries of pain would echo and ring out across the continents and islands as she remembered the one man who'd shown her kindness and value to her life. For however long her body had been set ablaze, the filmroll that had been her life and happiest memories were the last things she'd seen. Her life had not been filled with joy but the one person who had introduced it was wrongfully slaughtered and taken from her. So it was with a weightless heart that she would do this final act of love.

In a final flash of light, the screaming subsided and the young woman fell forward upon the alter, blood pooling from beneath her and mixing with the salt....