Subj: [ffml] [MW] The Glaring eyes of a bystander...
Date: 00-02-16 01:45:39 EST
From: darklord@compusmart.ab.ca (His Dark Lordship)
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From: His Dark Lordship
He had witnessed the carnage of the small fortress of Southvale.
His golden eyes glared at the blood.. the war...
The hatred.
Why did these people wish to slay each other in cold blood? How could they
conduct in such horrible activity? What did they have to gain? Land, which
they would lose eventually, Money, which would be gone in a few years.
It was all complete bullshit. Desctruction, all for naught. People could
learn better by disipline, learn better through teaching, not
desperation...
He knew who was behind this. It could only be him, somehow. He had felt one
of his apprentices nearby...
In a flash of light, he was gone.
* * * * * *
His new surroundings disturbed him. Tombstones, with horrific deaths. One
with a woman being raped/consumed by a gigantic serpent. He himself stood
on a jagged pentagram etched into the soil with blood and sweat. His sky
blue cloak and pure white scales litterally reflected the moonlight on this
dark realm.
He swore. He was sick of this asshole.
"THANATOS!!!" he bellowed. It echoed throughout the valley.
"Yes..." said a deep, rasping voice behind him. He turn about.
There he stood. Pitch black scales. A black plaid. A black breastplate and
of course, a large black cloak.
"Ahh... Loltrek... so nice to see you again.." chuckled the Dark Lord.
"Save me the formalities, Thanatos. I know you're involved in this
'Mooglewar'..."
"Perhaps... perhaps not... does it make any difference, really? They all
will learn in the end." stated Thanatos, the Dark Lord.
Loltrek, the White Knight, sighed.
"You are overstepping your bounds, evil one. You are merely giving me a
greater reign for when it is all over."
"Aye, but when it is all over, I will not be needed for a time, and will be
permitted to conduct to more... personal matters." The Dark Lord glared at
Loltrek.
"Ah, excuse me you lizard hotties..." said a fememine voice from behind
them.
"It appears your fortress isn't impenetratable, Thanatos."
"I was distracted by your annoying mirror body."
"This is my skin, hellspawn."
"It relfects the Moonlight and turns it into a fire. It's annoying."
Thanatos turned around. "What do you-"
He was a tad shocked. Before him stood a mirror image of a woman he had seen
600 long years ago. Minus she had a black robe, and this woman had a purple
one.
"What the-"
"I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." chuckled Loltrek.
"Fuck you." muttered the Dark Lord.
Loltrek disapeared in a blinding white light.
"Fuck priss. Needs to pull his teeth out of his ass..." grumbled the Dark
Lord.
"Excuse me..." said Wilma.
"Oh yes..." started the Dark Lord. He stopped, staring at her.
"Ah... I was wondering..." said Wilma, slowly advancing forward. "If you
were seeking a Queen of Darkness..."
"You're dead." snorted the Dark Lord. "You died a long time ago."
Wilma laughed.
"That was my twin sister, my friend. I am Wilma." she was right in front of
the Dark Lord. THe Dark Lord (and Loltrek) were both about 10 feet tall
when they stood up straight, but usually didn't. "And I'm feeling rather
randy." she began stroking the bottom of the Dark Lord's chin.
Thoughts were racing through Thanatos' mind. He wouldn't normally turn down
someone like this. Hell, his keep was full of slave women.
"Go away." he finally said.
"But.." started Wilma.
"BEGONE!" he roared. He backhanded her with his left and sent her flying.
She put her hand up to her chin in fear.
"Miserable wench, how dare you temp me so?" he roared. "How dare you.."
"But.. you knew my sister... didn't you..."
"SILENCE!" roared the Dark Lord. "She was a miserable wench like yourself.
Now begone before I crush your putrid face!"
Wilma was shocked. She didn't expect this reaction.
Slowly she got up and walked out of the courtyard. The Dark Lord snarled at
her as she left. Had she looked back, she would have seen him crouched
over, in his circle, muttering something.
--
The eternal lord of darkness...
"And if our dreams sometimes come true, then what of our nightmares?"
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Date: Tue, 15 Feb 2000 23:37:08 -0700
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