[Note: this post contains graphically sexual and violent content. Do not read it if you are under the age of 18.] Subj: [ffml] [MW] Remissions Date: 98-10-29 00:20:51 EST From: His Dark Lordship NOTE: This is a warning to those that get aroused by rape scenes, then because of their religious beliefs be ashamed of it and thus flame me to make it all better. The following contains explict sexual content and should be viewed with an open mind. The Dark Lord was studying a few runes found near the premesis when a moogle barged in. "DL! There's someone here to see you?" "Whom?" asked the Dark Lord, annoyed. "He says he's an old friend." The Dark Lord grunted. "Send him in." The moogle scurried off. He heard footsteps entering his tent. "So, you come to check up on the eternal damnation you've put me through?" asked the Dark Lord kurtly. "The years have changed you... Tyrqrah.." said the grim voice. The Dark Lord turned. In full battle dress stood a lone lizar. Golden trinkets covered his stature, warpaint fused to his face, A ring from his snout. His skin shone from a beautiful dark blue. "So.. the night stalkers have returned to feed on their own.." said the Dark Lord finally. The Stalker snorted. "And you've been a Klklaqoqiı, Tyrqrah?" The Dark Lord remained silent. "Tyrqrah is dead." he said finally. The Stalker cocked it's head in curiousity. "It was... recent. Some 250 years ago...." he began. "Going mad with grief, I turned to the same technique as you had, the utter madness willing to do anything to flush out the grief... and there was a nobleman whom I hated, having drove me away calling me a demon... I found the time to enact vengance on he and his family..." *Flashback* A lone castle stands on an endless prarie. Peasants work the fields, but fail to notice the lone raptorian warrior stalking through the trees. It was too easy, he thought. The plan would work. He would flush the grief out with blood. Did it not work for those beasts that placed him in this jaw of fire? He stopped for a moment. Or did it? he thought. He shrugged. He had not done a crime wrong in this region, but these fools with the cross declared him demonic.. He'd show them a demon.. the demon of years of torment.. When the coast was clear, he surged forward. In a lightning quick run he leaped off the ground and flew through a window, striking a table with a loud crash. "Who's there?" yelled a voice. He slung out his Radgsr², which he had kept in mint condition with oil, and prowled into the shadows. A bearded man ran into the room, and saw the crushed table. He swore and left. Tyrqrah slowly strode out from the shadows. He stepped into the hallway, and saw nothing. He took in a wiff of air. Yes... it is moving away.. to his room. With a quick and quiet run, the made his way to the oaken door. It was fastened shut. He shifted his Radgsr below the padlock, and closed his eyes. He took the handle with both hands and roared and he flung it up, towards his head. The padlock was cut through. He stiffled a chuckle as he pushed the door forward... And felt an arrow hit his ribcage. He growled. There stood the Count Baldwin, he who drove him off his lands, his wife cowering with their child behind the couchwork. Tyrqrah growled. "I may not be a demon.." he began "But ye will soon wish I was." The Count drew another arrow. Tyrqrah drew the Radgsr close to him, so that the flat end on the blade chilled his breast, and then flicked his wrist with awefull dexterity. Baldwin dropped to the ground, the curved Radgsr through his throat. He placed his clawed foot on the man's breast and took the Radgsr' handle with both hands. With a continuous jerking motion the eventually ripped it from the man's through, severing his head in the process. The man's wife had moved the child behind a cabinet now, and she was about to follow when she felt the steel eyed gaze of Tyrqrah meet her. The madness in his spirit let loose, over 35000 years of torment, and he roared and charged her. She screamed and struggled to force herself into the cabinet with her child, but she was slow. She felt his teeth sink into her shoulder, and she screamed again. And she screamed a third time when Tyrqrah heaved her forth from the cabinet with his neck, and throw her to the floor, he little on only able to watch. Her chest heaved up and down as the Lizar stared down at her, his painted face like a witch burning in extreame pain. He pointed to a heavy scar on his leg. "Where it burned too deep..." he said. She let out three quick breaths, out of total fear what death he would instill upon her. "Spare the child..." she groaned. It shot a quick glance to the four year old looking out from the cabinet. It turned back to her. "As you wish." he said finally. And then he bent down towards her, so that his long snout met her frail nose. He opened his jaws and growled. She gasped. Then, he stood back up, and stepped away. "Get up." he said. She stuttered, and looked at him oddly. "GET UP!" he yelled. She finally quivered to a standing position. "So, Lady Ladicia, you had me burned as a witch because of my ancient beliefs, of gods from a land you've never heard of." he began. "And now you will learn that we pagans will not be pushed around." With that, he swung a clawed hand down her front, tearing off most of her dress. She gasped as the cold air of the castle hardened her nipples. "You.. bastard.." she let out. He let out another growl, and circled around her. She heard his hide belt loosen, and closed her eyes in fear. She then opened them again as she felt his hot breath flowing on her neck. Her body tensened then as she felt a scaled prick teasing the cheeks of her backside. She felt his clawed hands close in on her shoulders and the prick leave her skin, and then thrust in like a lance on a charge. She squeeled like a school girl as the prick imapled her ass and she fell to the floor, his bulk, almost the size of their horse, fell upon her. She moaned, both in agony and in a sort of pleasure. The clawed hands scraped along her sides and then pinched her hardened nipples, then squeezed her breasts tightly until she could but let out a wimper. The cock inside her was disgustingly large for her body, and the force it ejaculated made her scream. She felt the hot rush, and then the almost feeling of an arrow carving it's way through her flesh, and it didn't stop for almost a minute. She moaned as she felt it withdrawing from her cheeks, the hot reptilian liquid dripping on her tender flesh. She collapsed as he stood up. He steped over her head, and gazed down at her. Then, with his two powerful arms, he grasps her shoulders and flipped her over, and she fell with a thud, the cold flock tickling her skin. He stood over her legs, and let out another growl, then dropped on her like a boulder. She shook from the impact, and let out another school girl squeel as his cock inserted itself in her nafe clitoris. His clawed hands squeezed her breasts until they were red, and she threw her head back in a primal orgiastic scream. And then the hot rush, and the arrow piercing her insides, and she screamed again, and moaned as he withdrew his sword, her legs wet with her bodily fluids. And he looked down at her, almost as if considering another round. She turned to her knees, and crawled away, the bolted to her feet, cramped as she was, and ran to the door. She heard him roar and his footsteps following, closer, closer, closer as she ran down the spiraled steps, and then she was tackled down, his cock hitting dead on into her ass as she fell down to part of the steps, her breasts crushed by the shart angles as he held her down. She screamed again and soon felt the arrow in her insides. He turned her over, and held her head, and then dropped it and lowered his pelvis toward it. His semen dripped onto her face, and fell in her mouth, and it tasted like vile pudding. She meant to throw up but he inserted his manhood into her mouth before she could. She didn't know what to do, and she rubbed her tounge around the nobbish end, as he drew his head up and closed his eyes. Her teeth closed on it, but seemed unable to pierce it. And the hot rush hit the back of her mouth like a bullet, and she could but swallow... And at that, he pulled out, his seed dripped across her body as he limped up the stairs. He returned bearing his loincloth, and as he passed her he chuckled, and left her to weep... The Dark Lord sighed. "It was shortly after that I realized what I had done, and I felt that I had defaced Tyrqrah's honorable name.. thus, I donned the cloak and became this hateful wrech that I am..." A tear fell from his eye. The Stalker sighed. "It was natural. When you take a city, you pillage it. When I grew up, cannabalism was quite common.." He turned. "Just... how old are you?" asked the Dark Lord. "It was the begining of our civilizations. The wild, nomadic creatures were begining to form into loose net tribes. Each tribe would hunt and feed upon rival tribes like they would a prey." "That's... over 40 godlives ago." "Sixty." said the Stalker. "Sixty Five and a dozen half lives, to be exact. I was there when the comet hit, son.." he chuckled. The Dark Lord shook his head. "Why have you come here?" "Word has it that some human named Bacca is somehow succeeding in pushing your side back. Word also has it that those same gods that stuck us in this fix have said the moogles had better win or else the planet's cooked.." he grunted. "I've become quite attached to this planet and I'd rather not spend fifty godyears drifting through space. I'm here to fight." The Dark Lord sighed. "If you're going to cause the same havoc you caused me, do it to *THEIR* side, alright?" "I intend too." chuckled the Stalker as he headed out of the tent. "Oh by the way, my name is Rktktos³." The Dark Lord sighed. He felt he was about to have a really bad day... ıKlklaqoqi - (Kla-Kla Co Cie) Was a legendary hero of lizarian past. He is said to have crossed the Lake of Ice(aka the Atlantic) with only a handful of men and a raft, a fantastic feat regarding the creatures that lived in the ocean at that time. At the other side, according to legend he vanquished the evil fire spirits that caused the great burning, that permanantly restricted dinosaur life to north america. What is regarded as his tomb is attended by several shamans, usually born in the tomb and they rarely see beyond the lush forest that captivates the tomb. ²Radgsr - (Ryd-gizer) - A sickle like knife made from various sharp material, made to emulate the deadly scythe claws the lizer possess on each foot. Also balanced perfectly making an excellent throwing weapon, though mainly used cerimonially as the lizar's main projectiles consist of huge bows made of bone and javelins. ³Rktktos - (Rik-tiktawss) The name esentually means "Mate of fire" in Tyrqrah's language, but it's origional meaning from the millions of years before means "Spearhead of Destiny" A rather interesting name, considering common day lizarian beliefs among all the tribes state a predetermined life as a load of bull. Alright Jaana, you can get off my back now. =) -- The eternal lord of darkness... DL: Or a guy who ejaculates off the rooftops of buildings, aiming for cars. Tortolia: Why do I get the damnedest feeling that you've considered doing this at some point, Eric? -ffml -GM of FF2c -Ruler of #ffml System: Amiga 4000/040 Opalvision ---INTEL/MICROSOFT FREE---