Post by The Will of the Blades on Apr 2, 2013 17:07:29 GMT -5
Drip drop, the sound of blood. The marble floor was tainted with the crimson life essence that flowed down from her body like a new born river. Irelia was on her knees, her eyes twitching as the sharp blade remained static inside of her flesh and guts, drawing out even more blood from her dying body every second. She bathed in a red lake, her legs were soaked and her eyes slowly lost focus as their vision blurred out steadily. A disturbing aching noise came out of her chords, almost similar to the sound of the cracking bones.
The wound was on fire, it was burning every single bit of the flesh that was in its vicinity. It was a mixture of temperatures. On one side there was this burning agony that crawled beneath her skin and there was the cold-edged blade that was lying in her stomach. Darkness surrounded the Captain. The walls were veiled by the shadows, the air was clouded by an unsettling black mist. All she could see through the suffocating fog was those crimson eyes that glared at her. They seemed satisfied, contemplating the pain and desperation that filled her eyes as she looked up at the enemy pathetically, begging the assassin to end her life once and for all.
The wound was on fire, it was burning every single bit of the flesh that was in its vicinity. It was a mixture of temperatures. On one side there was this burning agony that crawled beneath her skin and there was the cold-edged blade that was lying in her stomach. Darkness surrounded the Captain. The walls were veiled by the shadows, the air was clouded by an unsettling black mist. All she could see through the suffocating fog was those crimson eyes that glared at her. They seemed satisfied, contemplating the pain and desperation that filled her eyes as she looked up at the enemy pathetically, begging the assassin to end her life once and for all.
"A sad ending for the young girl who vowed to defend Ionia..."
Echoed the voice throughout the darkness that amplified the menacing tone it has already engaged.
"I was expecting much more from the daughter of Master Lito, alas, I have overestimated you, young one."
The blade twisted inside the wound, slowly spinning around the torn flesh, pushing out a horrifying scream out of Irelia's dry throat. After a brief icy silence, Irelia looked up straightly in the eyes of her killer, muttering with all the strength that was left in her weak voice.
"Instead of keeping me alive, y-you...might want to end my e-existance..."
"Oh I will my dear. But I'd like to savor this victory along with the shadows while you're still alive."
"Oh I will my dear. But I'd like to savor this victory along with the shadows while you're still alive."
Replied the voice in a glacial tone before carrying on with its words.
"Although, I wonder how tough will your brother be compared to you, pathetic weakling... I don't want to waste my time with a person I could wipe out easily..."
"You will leave m-my brother out of this! Take my life and spare theirs!"
"You will leave m-my brother out of this! Take my life and spare theirs!"
The assassin let out a dark chuckle and knelt down, his knees sinking in the pool of blood that has reached him.
"None of them are willing to follow our Order's cult and Ionia now belongs to the shadows. All those who are going to oppose us will... DIE!"
The man's final words echoed in-between the walls of the dark sanctuary, as if it was announcing Irelia's judgment and death sentence. Could it be the end? Will she be the martyr of Ionia? That is if Ionia remained the same after her tragic death...
