Send The Pain Below (Invite Only)

[Reaper]

Reaper looks at Fyrann, "I have a hotel close by, you can go there with me, a lot better than me trying to figure out where you live and get you there safe." She drapes his arm over her shoulder and starts to move, "I can see the sins of people... I can also see whether or not they are guilty of heinous crimes... all of my people can." She says then she wonders something out loud, "You are human right? Perfectly human?"

[Fyrann Truax]

Fyrann kept trying to hold himself up as they started to walk but could never get his footing sturdy enough. He thought about the woman's question and felt his throat dry up. He had doubted his own mortal faith as being existent but there were still sins? It didn't stack right. "I'm human...why do you ask?" the returned inquiry sounded a little weak. His skin was feeling clammier the longer they took getting him back to her safe haven. The prophet did his best to keep up with a normal walking stride, the rain was really pouring down now. Off in the distance he could hear a cr-r-urck, cr-r-urck. "Damn bird" he muttered even though the raven wasn't anywhere to be seen.

[Reaper]

Reaper got him back to her place and had him lay down, "Nothing that matters for now." She begins pacing the room "Dark! Release him now!" She orders. She knew the god of insanity would be able to hear her.

[Fyrann Truax]

The marksman was placing his trust in the woman. Not all of it of course- that would be foolish. Just enough to be able to think she wouldn't kill him in his sleep...if he could sleep. His fever had gotten worse by the time he laid down, the room itself was spinning. Rain was pounding the roof outside the complex but still the man could hear in his mind the soft maddening whispers of something. The language that flowed through his mind was anything but any human language, melodic...wrapping so gently around his thoughts that he didn't notice it was squeezing the sanity out of him: Dui valk er raymk dui...xiod mizil vioremb au nloeri xi...dlydur uekkim em dui uyp serdim...serdim...serdim. Again his vision started to go hazy, the spark of liveliness draining from his mahogany orbs. The blinding light he was seeing finally dulled enough so that he could view what was hidden past the blanket of white. He was greeted by feathers. Dozens of white feathers falling around him, brushing against his face. His mind was trying to pin what was going on but fluctuated everywhere. Had Reaper been listening to his thoughts she would hear the same lullaby-like words, like half a conversation was being spoken, only grasping a few sentences here and there in very soft whispers. The prophet's heart was beating against his chest hard and at some point he felt like he was coughing up blood--he couldn't rightfully see anything other than the vision and hear the electrostatic shaking his mind into fragments.

The only presence of Dark was a voice that announced from behind and besides Reaper, an innocent but still malicious,"It wasn't me".


1)"The word is sound the beat never ceasing oh praise be...truths hidden in the hum... listen listen...listen"

[Reaper]

Reaper listened in on the male. The ex-goddess of death was on edge. The language was one she knew she just couldn't place it at the moment. When Dark showed up, even if it was just his voice she touched his Fyrann's face gently. "Even if it wasn't you... it is your domain. Insanity is your home... free him from your home Dark." She replies though it came off more like a request than an order. Her eyes move to find the eyes like hers but with red instead of purple. Nadja appears on the bed next to Fyrann, "Holy duck kid you're in pain. We gotta do somethin' before the boss shows up." She looks at Dark and smirks, "Wanna go for a dive Dark?"

[Fyrann Truax]

A sickening laughter drifted throughout the room with an ending closest to the woman's left ear. Dark appeared with bottle of straight gin in his hand, only clinging to it by its neck after take a decent drink from it."Oh I'd really fucking like to help, truly. But there's this thing called chaos...". It was obvious by the slurring of his words that he was once more intoxicated. Although he may have been wasted he was still pretty coherent with holding his own, swishing the alcohol around in the bottle; his blood red wisp-like irises locking onto Reaper's. "And chaos is a dirty whore". He smiled crookedly, looking at the woman across from him with a deviant interest--even when not voicing his opinion on females he still gave them that demeaning look.

However his stare broke with her when the goddess of pain and pleasure showed up. Again he directed a worthy slap-the-face smirk to Nadja as he couldn't help but look her over too."Well if he gets fucked up anymore, I'll know who to blame" he stated as he flashed a glance to Reaper as he casually strolled passed her. Placing his hand on Fyrann he felt the intensity of the choir the human heard amplified in his own mind and for a second even he had to pull back. "Remind me...how do I rip into someone's mind again?". Dark shook his head trying to get the obnoxiously calm melody out of his brain.

Inside his mind the skies were gray. Black soot was raining down from the clouds that swirled above. Fyrann was sitting on a rock huddled into himself, fingers digging into his own legs enough to draw blood under his nails.Hiol yr...uiol yr...rebmosr oss olaymk. Tui uyp, hsyddilemb ah vembr Surrounding him were large white auras, so bright they were painful to look directly at. Nloeri ed, kizayl ed...dui Poddilmr. Blood trickled down his calves as they held him in a trance with their odd worship.


1)Hear us...hear us...signals all around. The hum, fluttering of wings

2)Praise it, devour it...the Patterns

[Reaper]

Reaper growls at Dark and after he moves away from Fyrann she gets real close to him. "Do you REALLY want to fucking play Dark?" She asks challenging his authority. There were things about the ex-goddess of death that wasn't known by anyone yet, but Dark would be able to feel the connection of their power. Nadja sighs, "You two calm down come on." Nadja takes both of their hands, suddenly they are inside of Fyrann's mental landscape. Reaper steps forward, the enemy of Celestials was here with those who spoke it. "Yay vess xovq ovoi' hlap uep. Yay vess siozi uep xi. Yay oli uyldemb dui Planuid ah rui vua vliodik dui Ambisr." She replies in anger. Nadja sat back and watched.

1.You will back away from him. You will leave him be. You are hurting the Prophet of she who created the Angels.

[Fyrann Truax]

Her challenge was met with a wide grin from the god of insanity.'That's exactly what I want fucking bitch' he inwardly thought gleefully. The man guffawed, his teeth morphing into dagger-like sharpness when she had gotten within a few inches from his face. But of course Nadja had to go and ruin his fun. With an irked roll of his eyes like some teenager he let the possibility of hardcore "BDSM" pass by, and the over exaggerated Chesire grin on his face faded away. The goth reluctantly took the goddess' hand and they were dragged into the realm of the mortal's mind.

Reaper started to spout off some unknowable language as Dark's eyes kept trying to adjust to the overbearing light,"Fucking A" he mumbled trying to shield his retinas from the intensity of the humanoid figures. All eight of them stopped in their whispering urges to the human they surrounded and deathly quiet focused their featureless gaze in unison on Reaper like she had interrupted something--each one speaking a part of the sentence. Hisnemb duer ami rii...ayl piduak, Her ramb...vess i'ay red omk serdim daa? Fiis, serdim, liniod Their voices were smooth but sharp and each ending of their words cut the air like wind. Countless white feathers dripped from their stark white auras, covering the ground at their feet. Fyrann hadn't budged from his spot on the rock and there was no way of reaching him without breaching their circle.


1)Helping this one see...our method, His song...will you sit and listen too? Feel, listen, repeat

[Reaper]

Reaper growls at them and shakes her head, "Release him, you are hurting him." She says with anger in her voice. "Fucking a man." She steps between two of them to get closer to Fyrann. "Hey you. Look at me." She says.

Nadja looks at Dark, "So you gonna fuck her?" She asks taunting him. Reaper was one of those few females that would taunt Dark and challenge him. This was something she wanted to see.

[Fyrann Truax]

The manner in which the figures stared over at Reaper was nerve wracking. Blank featureless expressions assessed her as she broke through their barrier, a sense of unease flickering in the air around to anything remotely close to them--like the foundation they were all standing on was being held up by a string ready to snap.

'Hi er mad i'aylr. Sdodev. Sed, serdim', they warned, blood now flowing out from the prophet's ears as if to show to Reaper that they weren't to be trifled with. Fyrann likewise gritted his teeth muffling screams unable to hear the woman who was trying to free him.

Dark finally had some of his vision back as long as it wasn't facing the circle of beings directly. "The fuck do you care?" he asked in return, sounding like he was indeed going to at some point get the red-haired woman back for 'rebelling' against him. He could barely tell what was going on, but he did get the feeling of how unwelcomed they were now that Reaper had intruded on what ever ritual was being performed. The goth muttered to himself and worked his way over to the circle, half trying to remember what he was supposed to be doing. The god felt the unstable environment and hesitated. "Fuck.This...this isn't safe".

[Reaper]

Reaper looks at the men glaring at them, the brand on her wrist glowing white hot. "Yay vess lisiori uep mav am alkil ah dui Lodi Gakkirr ah Diodu. Lird I voss pi' rerdil uili." She replies before taking a step back away from the male but staying within the circle. Anger and power hidden were emitting off of the female. Her anger could felt. Her hands wanted to pull out her scythe and cut all of these men down.

Nadja smirks, "Curiousity. I've never seen you allow a woman to talk to you like that." She says. "Well except me." She watches again sighing. "Well we can't leave her here, the greaters will be pissed. She's like family to them."