He Who Hides In The Dark
Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 7:43 pm
"Well, gents, it was a nice evening," Morsereg's lips formed the whisper of a smile as he rose from his seat, "but I must depart for the time being. I'm supposed to be meeting with an old friend," He made his way to the door, brushing a strand of black hair away from his face. "Same time next week?" He was met with nods before exiting the home.
He was well away from the house before he dropped the spell. Morsereg couldn't remember how long he'd been in touch with the nobles of Marn. "Imbeciles, the whole lot of them," He muttered to himself. He met with them every week for dinner parties and the like...it was beginning to be quite a nuisance. If he didn't wish to keep a low-profile with the guards, he'd probably have killed them all by now. No, instead he picked them off one-by-one. Soon they'd all be gone, and he'd have no worries. Each death was made to look like a normal murder.
No intelligent noble would have fallen for his guise, but that's why he socialized with the weak-minded ones. It was as easy for him to fool them as it is for a mortal to breathe. In all his years of slowly decimating the nobles of Marn, not once had his pale skin or glassy, sharp nails come into notice. Without so much as a second thought, Morsereg turned down an alleyway and stood silently. The darkness of the night flooded over him, and he lurked in the shadows, eyes darting before him like a hawk.
He brought back his intense hearing skills, so as to keep himself from being found. If one were to pass by him at this moment, they'd see naught save vibrant green eyes staring at them out of the dark. The shadows of the night engulfed him, Morsereg silently relishing the eternal blackness before him.
Then a noise came, faintly at first. Footsteps. Then a steady, even heartbeat. Breathing came last, as the person approached. Walking before him was Chi'Gandir Yukio, one noble who no one would miss. He was often rude to the others, and had on one occasion done nothing but smile when one of Morsereg's victims was reported murdered. While none had stated verbally that they disliked him, it was almost lingering in the air every week at the dinner parties. For once, Morsereg would be doing a favor for the other nobles.
He was walking, minding his own business, set on reaching his house which was only a minute or two from where he stood. He didn't notice until it was too late the white hands wrapping on his shoulder and mouth. He was brought back into the shadows with inhuman force, hazel eyes widening with fear. Inside of him, he knew what was about to happen, even if he didn't believe it. "How are we, Chi'Gandir?" Morsereg's acidic voice hissed into his ear, though it too a moment to register as Morsereg's.
"I-I'll scream," Chi'Gandir threatened as Morsereg removed his hand from his mouth.
"Who wouldn't?" He grinned, running his left index finger down the man's slender cheek. A thin line of blood trickled after his finger, lasting only for a second before Morsereg ran his tongue up along the side of Chi'Gandir's face to lick it off. "But it's only a waste of your last breath. No one will hear you."
At the moment, Chi'Gandir did something Morsereg had never expected a victim to do. He fought back his fear, and slammed his head backwards. It was only the initial shock that made Morsereg's grip falter, giving Chi'Gandir enough time to start running away. "You want a chase, do you?" Morsereg hissed as he watched him run off. "I'll give you a chase."
*
Chi'Gandir had been running for upwards of ten minutes, breathing heavily. "I-I can't g-go home. He knows wh-where I live." He sighed to himself, coming to a stop for a second to look behind. There was no one there. He didn't see above, however, where Morsereg waited upon a rooftop. Morsereg flexed the muscles in his hands, ready to strike. In a black blur, he jumped from the roof and landed on top of Chi'Gandir's back, bringing him to the ground.
Morsereg thrust his hand into Chi'Gandir's hair, lifting his head up, "You wanted a chase. Now your death will take time, to compensate for my time that you wasted." In moments, his teeth sunk into Chi'Gandir's neck, draining out blood yet keeping it in a small enough amount to keep his victim alive.
He pulled back before long, savoring the blood still lingering in his mouth. "No one will care that you're dead. Your death is to do nothing but quench my thirst. Know this, and despair. Now, die," Morsereg's voice slithered around Chi'Gandir's head before it found itself being smashed into the ground, once, twice, thrice, four times, and so on. He worked for quite some time until Chi'Gandir's body died, making it so the face was indistinguishable. He slowly stood, landing a swift kick into the dead man's gut. Before turning on his heels, he spit on the corpse.
"There's another one for the record. You'll all be gone, eventually," He muttered, casting a lingering look to the east, where the majority of the noble's homes were cluttered. "Just give me time."
With that, he was gone into the night, licking the blood greedily from his fingers. He wouldn't prey on the nobles for another while, he liked to spread out their murders so as not to be connected with them.
He was well away from the house before he dropped the spell. Morsereg couldn't remember how long he'd been in touch with the nobles of Marn. "Imbeciles, the whole lot of them," He muttered to himself. He met with them every week for dinner parties and the like...it was beginning to be quite a nuisance. If he didn't wish to keep a low-profile with the guards, he'd probably have killed them all by now. No, instead he picked them off one-by-one. Soon they'd all be gone, and he'd have no worries. Each death was made to look like a normal murder.
No intelligent noble would have fallen for his guise, but that's why he socialized with the weak-minded ones. It was as easy for him to fool them as it is for a mortal to breathe. In all his years of slowly decimating the nobles of Marn, not once had his pale skin or glassy, sharp nails come into notice. Without so much as a second thought, Morsereg turned down an alleyway and stood silently. The darkness of the night flooded over him, and he lurked in the shadows, eyes darting before him like a hawk.
He brought back his intense hearing skills, so as to keep himself from being found. If one were to pass by him at this moment, they'd see naught save vibrant green eyes staring at them out of the dark. The shadows of the night engulfed him, Morsereg silently relishing the eternal blackness before him.
Then a noise came, faintly at first. Footsteps. Then a steady, even heartbeat. Breathing came last, as the person approached. Walking before him was Chi'Gandir Yukio, one noble who no one would miss. He was often rude to the others, and had on one occasion done nothing but smile when one of Morsereg's victims was reported murdered. While none had stated verbally that they disliked him, it was almost lingering in the air every week at the dinner parties. For once, Morsereg would be doing a favor for the other nobles.
He was walking, minding his own business, set on reaching his house which was only a minute or two from where he stood. He didn't notice until it was too late the white hands wrapping on his shoulder and mouth. He was brought back into the shadows with inhuman force, hazel eyes widening with fear. Inside of him, he knew what was about to happen, even if he didn't believe it. "How are we, Chi'Gandir?" Morsereg's acidic voice hissed into his ear, though it too a moment to register as Morsereg's.
"I-I'll scream," Chi'Gandir threatened as Morsereg removed his hand from his mouth.
"Who wouldn't?" He grinned, running his left index finger down the man's slender cheek. A thin line of blood trickled after his finger, lasting only for a second before Morsereg ran his tongue up along the side of Chi'Gandir's face to lick it off. "But it's only a waste of your last breath. No one will hear you."
At the moment, Chi'Gandir did something Morsereg had never expected a victim to do. He fought back his fear, and slammed his head backwards. It was only the initial shock that made Morsereg's grip falter, giving Chi'Gandir enough time to start running away. "You want a chase, do you?" Morsereg hissed as he watched him run off. "I'll give you a chase."
*
Chi'Gandir had been running for upwards of ten minutes, breathing heavily. "I-I can't g-go home. He knows wh-where I live." He sighed to himself, coming to a stop for a second to look behind. There was no one there. He didn't see above, however, where Morsereg waited upon a rooftop. Morsereg flexed the muscles in his hands, ready to strike. In a black blur, he jumped from the roof and landed on top of Chi'Gandir's back, bringing him to the ground.
Morsereg thrust his hand into Chi'Gandir's hair, lifting his head up, "You wanted a chase. Now your death will take time, to compensate for my time that you wasted." In moments, his teeth sunk into Chi'Gandir's neck, draining out blood yet keeping it in a small enough amount to keep his victim alive.
He pulled back before long, savoring the blood still lingering in his mouth. "No one will care that you're dead. Your death is to do nothing but quench my thirst. Know this, and despair. Now, die," Morsereg's voice slithered around Chi'Gandir's head before it found itself being smashed into the ground, once, twice, thrice, four times, and so on. He worked for quite some time until Chi'Gandir's body died, making it so the face was indistinguishable. He slowly stood, landing a swift kick into the dead man's gut. Before turning on his heels, he spit on the corpse.
"There's another one for the record. You'll all be gone, eventually," He muttered, casting a lingering look to the east, where the majority of the noble's homes were cluttered. "Just give me time."
With that, he was gone into the night, licking the blood greedily from his fingers. He wouldn't prey on the nobles for another while, he liked to spread out their murders so as not to be connected with them.