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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:49:41 GMT -8
Simulacrum
The pressure of magic potential had not waned. There was a crackling aura around the simulacrum, an odd, lifelike quality to the artistic recreation of the twins' dead mother. The entire residence was filled with the hair raising static of excited anticipation. Something was going to happen.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:50:09 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
inhaled sharply at the sudden surprise of Mordred's attentiveness to her presence and how the bond almost yanked on her when he became aware of her presence back in the house. Clearing her throat she continued along, not saying anything more since the man was choosing to follow her. Then they made it to a room, and she motioned for him to go ahead of her, even allowing him to look inside first if his fear was getting the better of him. Afterall, he was sensitive to being in a cage so she didn't want him to think she was just pushing him into another one. "Its okay, don't mind the whispers. Its an old house and there are a lot of creaks and strange noises from the wind."
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:51:23 GMT -8
Silas
Silas did indeed look in first before walking in "the whispers will stop wont they?" he asked as he looked to her "this place is freaky. why do you live here?" he asked her curiously
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:51:58 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
had defied hell and the heavens countless times but this was different. Primordial forces of life death, blood and magic were at play not meant to be wielded by any but the Most High. If it meant his salvation, even if for but a while and allowed him more time with Monet, he would black the rest of his soul now fully. The energies caused a sensation about the entire estate. Though no rain ever fell in the Carrion lands thick knots of clouds would roll in and linger over the Vargo estate...
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:52:27 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
closed the door softly, the 'click' sound as it moved into place was almost echo'ing. "Hold him," she instructed the constructs in the house. He was now locked inside this room, and the false smile that had been on her face was replaced by a smirk... a cruel one as she stared at the man and drew her dagger, tapping it's flat side on her palm. "Oh yes, the whispers will stop. Thank you for coming here so easily. I had no idea a lamb would just so easily follow a wolf into its den to be slaughtered," she chuckled a little. "Your first clue was a stranger buying you a meal when you owed her money. I was gaining your trust enough to try to lure you with me... I'm sorry little slave, but you were merely brought here so that I could kill you. Fate is a cruel, cruel mistress." she revealed to him. He could run, or even fight against the ghouls that tried to hold him... but his escape was through the door behind her, and she wasn't about to allow that. "Take peace of mind at least to know, that your death is going to allow for someone I love to keep living. In a way... you're a hero."
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:54:58 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
would flood Monet's thought's. ~It must be pure...virginal even...no impurities~ He rose and began to pace. Talking loudly to himself.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:55:26 GMT -8
Simulacrum
Do it...
Two words, the silence whispered. But it was a living silence, an expectant one, and intensely demanding. Those two words battered at the living psyches in their home. Encouraging the brother to encourage the sister. Encouraging the sister to murder the lamb. Encouraging the lamb to accept inevitable death.
Lightning crackled and thunder roared. It would happen, and it would happen soon.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:56:17 GMT -8
Silas
Silas began banging on the door after he heard her "No let me out why would you do such a thing i was trying to help you. nooooooo" he screamed as he banged on the door as hard as he could "let me out please i can find you more." he said as he began to cry "this isnt fair." he said as he would bang on the door until he tired himself out
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:57:33 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
began to gather parts for an ancient blood extracting device. A mass of tubing and large needles. He placed them next to the Simulacrum. "Carotid, femoral..." He spoke aloud and slipped the needles into very specific points of the Simulacrum. A clap of lightning and a roll of thunder sounded and gave him pause. His brow furrowed as he came back to reality. Something was wrong. ~DO IT~ the words drove him back to the brink of utter insanity and he with wild dead eyes nodded, "I will mommy...you'll see."
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:58:45 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
frowned at him as he melted into a puddle of weakness, crying and begging to be let free. ~Very well.~ she said back to her brother telepathically and waited until the young man had tired himself out. She tucked the blade back into her belt, feeling she didn't need it yet since he hadn't attacked her. Instead, a rope was pulled from a pocket within her cloak and she kneeled down and very gently but firmly grabbed hold of him to tie him up. The more he resisted, the tighter the bonds would get. "Shh... there there. It wont take too long, and then you can finally have some peace. No more slavery, no more torture, no more suffering," she said to soothe the poor pathetic creature. Once he was bound, she leaned in and actually kissed the top of his forehead gently. With that, they both were wrapped once again in the shadows and appeared down in the lab. She could feel the tugs of the spell and the madness as well, but it took everything she had to fight it back and keep the situation under control in order to guide their sacrifice over to the table where they could get him secured.
(Now, he would see Mordred and the 'body', and the lab full of all sorts of horrorific tools and ingredients and scrolls. The room smelled extremely foul as well.)
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:59:14 GMT -8
Silas
Silas did not fight at all "if i am to die instead of kissing my head i want a kiss on the lips." he said looking up to monet with a smile "he did not want to die but perhaps he could die with some dignity. "This is it this is how i die." he said as he looked at the body and mordred "you all are sick people." he said as he began to kick as he was taken towards the sacrificial table
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 22:00:00 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
was a sight to behold. In his father's lab, with a mad look about him the infamous Mordred Vargo turned away from the Simulacrum and stalked over to the bound thing. Hearing it's final words of wanting to kiss Monet. He clutched it by the lips and kissed it. Then began to cackle.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 22:01:49 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
a loud crash shook the very estate then as if prompting him to finish.
Simulacrum
The silence had no more words to give, instead it hovered heavily around the twins, egging them onward, painfully insistent that the grand something happen now Now NOW. The grey clay figure lay still as if dead, but so realistic one could expect those closed lashes to lift.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 22:02:20 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
smirked a little bit at his comment. "Every man tells me that before I kill them," then she was surprised when Mordred took hold of the man and kissed him. She actually laughed. It was probably very cruel of her to do so, considering the situation the man was in but she couldn't help herself because she'd been very shocked by it. "He is my twin, so by extension you kissed me. I hope that suffices. Goodnight, handsome..." she said finally to him. With the help of her brother since the man was finally attempting to struggle, she guided him over to lay on a table next to the one the Simulacrum was on. She looked to both (yes, both) as she waited for any further instructions, noticing that the tools for drawing out the blood were already prepared. Silently, she picked up one of her other binds and tyed it around the upper part of one of her arms to help encourage blood flow for when the moment came that her own blood would be needed.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 22:04:18 GMT -8
Silas
Silas noticed there was no point in resisting anymore and just laid there going limp. giving them dead weight to carry.
Mordred Vargo
paused for a moment over the innocent. "Little lamb, your purpose is so much greater than you know." His tone was cold and mocking, "I will drain you of your blood first until dead, then i will use your flesh and bones for my other works. In death you shall go on." He winked and then began to pull a chain linked to a series of pullies. The way the lamb was bound he would be snatched off his feet and wind up in an inverted hanging position, upside down by the ankles so the blood did rush to his head. Mordred worked in a haze now as he positioned several needles into the neck of the lamb puncturing the artery on each side. The crimson life would stream into and through the tubing, pooling into a vat that contained a contraption that applied suction into one tube while an expulsive force into the other creating a vacuumed transference between the lamb and the body of the Simulacrum. This was but the first step. Manually Mordred worked the pump like device as the lamb hung over him screaming
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 22:05:06 GMT -8
Simulacrum
Thunder and lightning provided the soundtrack and stage lighting for the creepy scene playing out in the room. The rolling bangs and clashes were eerily timed in sync with the victim's screams. And yet, there was no wind. No rain. Something flooded the present minds with encouragement and twisted approval. Die it urged the lamb. Kill it urged the twins. Conversely followed by Create.
Yet the simulacrum lay still, but not exactly lifeless. Something was there. Something they had to awake.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 22:06:15 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
watched the scene before her play out, enjoying the sound of the screaming. It had been far too long since she'd heard the dying cries of a living soul. It had been even easier to kill this time than before... as if she had been encouraged to do so without noticing it. Her brother looked positively mad as he worked, and she helped where she could, handing him any other tools, or wiping his forehead of sweat, until she was needed for more. And she knew, there was more to come. In fact, in a very twisted way, this entire thing turned her on... she felt a rush of lust at all the controlled chaos.
Mordred Vargo
after long moments the screaming stopped and the body hung limp in it's bindings. Mordred stopped the pump before the full contents could be emptied out and into the Simulacrum. He looked at Monet who was prepping herself for the transference. "Monet..." He kissed her deeply then finally after a long moment pulling apart from her. "When we make the transfer and I complete the spell. At the first sign's of life KILL the Simulacrum. Do not talk with it, do not engage it in anyway...one clean blow separating head from shoulder, then this will be done. Do you understand me." He knew she did, he asked to quell his own twisting concern.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 22:07:51 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
moaned deeply into her brother's kiss. It was only by his will that the kiss ended... she was so pent up right then she wouldn't have stopped. Blinking away the fog, she let reality come back to her so she could listen to him, knowing this whole thing was very important and if she missed an instruction... it could be bad. She nodded. "Is it important to remove the head, or can I simply dagger it in the heart? Either is fine by me, but I just want to make sure. Also, this is to help fulfill your pact. Does it count for me to do the kill?" She'd made it clear she was fine doing so, but it would be a waste if it didn't count and they'd have to do it all over again. Not that she minded the thought of that... but they were running out of time for this particular round.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 22:09:52 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
smiled in that macabre moment. He loved her more then. "You plunge it into the heart, I'll remove the head t be certain, we are part of a whole and we would cover all points." He would face her and insert the transference needles into his arm then into her own. The twins were attached to a second device not connected to the first. Mordred began to mingle and collect his and her blood. He would remove the tubes that transferred the lambs blood to the Simulacrum and attached the ones that would now feed the twin's blood into the Simulacrum. Mordred was oblivious then to the world around him as he fell into an arcane like trance once the machine unlike the first operated on it's own began. The primordial forces that had gathered would begin to heed the mystically crafted phrases that would infuse the Simulacrum with a mockery of life.(c)(edited)
(c) Born from no woman. Created from the grey earth hewn clay, sculpted in the image of his mother, and with the craftsmanship of a man driven to the most dark corners of depravity. Only to ensure more time with Monet. He was uncertain if this would even complete the offering sufficiently. A madman's dream. His voice would echo and crescendo wildly as he chanted and furiously brought the ritual to near climax. The lone door to the Lab was blown from it's hinges, a dark miasma did drip run and ooze from his mouth and eye's seeking the Simulacrum host, which greedily imbibed the substance.(c)
Mordred Vargo
's voice would hang on silence and stillness then. A static feel about them. He snatched out the needles, "Monet...be ready.." He was weak from the spell but managed to collect a long serrated bone saw and began to movie into place should the ritual have worked. They waited...
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 22:12:11 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
felt a bit woozy from the blood loss but pushed through it, and watched Mordred, more concerned with his state than hers as she moved around and prepared her dagger, waiting until the time would be right.
Simulacrum
All of a sudden a deafening silence fell over the Carrion lands. No thunder. No lightning. Only the ragged rasp of Mordred's voice as he completed the blasphemous spell. His will and hers combined with ancient powers inherent within the land itself to set something far larger than what was intended in motion.
The simulacrum twitched a finger.
A leg spasmed.
Lashes fluttered.
Their mother's lips parted and chest rose as the construct sucked in its first breath.
Grey clay morphed into the hue of youthful flesh and individual strands of hair separated into long purple tresses.
And then it opened its eyes, immediately fixating upon the twins looming above it.
"Mother. Father. I am."
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 22:14:11 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo's breath caught in his throat. He forgot what he was doing and only saw the semblance of his mother Rayelina. He and Monet had done it. The far reaching connotations were at this moment lost to him as he almost reverted back to a child like state upon seeing her now standing before him alive. Something screamed in his head this was not his mother, it was not Monet's voice either. It was almost like he was entranced. He had for all intent and purpose snatched his dead mother from the grave and heaven and recreated her...
Monet Vargowasn't phased when the door blew off its hinges, or the dark force's cries tried to tear their way into the plain as Mordred chanted. It was when she saw Mordred ooze from his face that she became phased. She felt the pressure of it too, but nothing spilled from her. Watching him so intensely, she almost forgot that there was a body between them. So when it spoke, she actually jumped slightly at the startle of being brought back to the moment and realization of what they were doing. It looked just like her... sounded just like her... she could swear it even smelled like her somehow. Their mother Rayelina. Her teeth were suddenly grinding, a war in her head as she tried to will herself to do what they still needed to do. That dagger was poised in both her hands, hovering over the woman's heart. It was take little effort at all to slip it between the ribs and end this. So why was she hesitating? There was no love anymore for that woman. There was no reason to even think of this creature as their mother; it wasn't. Was it the look on Mordred's face that was making her pause? He hadn't moved either. The thing should have been dead already the instant it moved and proved it was alive. So why? Why? ..."Father" it had said. She was hesitating because it was claiming to also be 'Father', which made it feel like a dagger had plunged into Monet's heart instead and was the real reason she was held frozen. |
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 22:15:47 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
moved then finally answered..."I am GOD!" and with one blow attempted to separate the things head from it's shoulders.
Simulacrum
Graced with time by their stunned reactions, the simulacrum slowly sat up. Its movements were initially awkward, jerky, the knowledge of how to move slowly translated into the act of doing. Hair (clay) shifted forward over a shoulder as she/it raised her/its hands towards the twins...and a tender, understanding smile curved her/its lips.
"The blood remembers," she/it whispered, fingers but a breath away from cupping one side of both their cheeks.
The blow knocked her/it back down to the table and her/its neck lolled to one side, only a bit of flesh still attached to her/its shoulders.
She/it bled.
She/it still smiled, the hint of life in its gaze slow to dull.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 22:16:17 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
blinked a few times when it reached out toward her, saying something about remembering... and then Mordred moved. His words were almost screamed, as he lunged forward to take the head of the being, and once the body was back down, Monet closed her eyes and followed suit as the blade shoved down almost too roughly and eagerly into the creatures chest, the tip of the dagger plunging into the table itself as it went out the Simulacrum's back. She was breathing heavily, as if she had exerted a ton of energy even though it had been a single move on her part. She stared down at the nearly severed head of their mother and if Mordred had looked at her, he'd see a very confused look on her face as she tried to figure out what emotion she was feeling all of a sudden. Or perhaps it was a melting pot of emotion turned into one. The cold, lifeless body of the young man was swinging behind her, its hand bumping into her back a little bit. This was what brought her out of her daze and made her blink a few times. Looking at Mordred, she waited as her breath was held, wondering if it had worked.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 22:17:02 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
watched as Monet delivered the final blow. The room they were in grew with a heavy oppressive feel, a loud ringing sound drove them both to their knee's and persisted for long moments, shattering glass and causing the very walls to rumble and shelves to fall, it slowly faded. A rank acrid odor could be smelled followed by bone searing cold. A clockwork like voice and the sound of rushing sands could be heard..."The hourglass rests, rests...but, time, time...keep's running, running...tick, tick." Mordred felt old wounds sear and then the twins were left worn and exhausted, but with another six months. Mordred on his back amid a scene most could not fathom began to laugh the most vile and mocking laugh Tyran would ever hear..
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 22:17:28 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
too was on the floor, covered in blood. The blood of the innocent, the blood of her brother, and her own blood. For the first time ever, she felt the tiniest pang of guilt deep in her heart at what she'd just done. Never before had she felt guilt or remorse at taking a life; just the opposite... it was a thrill and excitement for her normally. It had been with the innocent man. This time though, something bothered her and she couldn't quite grasp what it was. But it wasn't enough to actually affect her this time, only the notice of that little pinprick in her heart. It also hadn't satisfied her as she thought it would, in killing something that looked just like her mother. Not this time. But it worked... she heard the voice, and the time was reset. They'd have another opportunity and next time, maybe next time she would take her time and enjoy it more. She wanted to crawl over to Mordred in that moment, but she was literally too exhausted to move. She felt his exhaustion on top of her own, so she remained satisfied to lie in the filth of the lab as the blood drained from the Simulacrum and onto the floor, bathing the twins in the evidence of what they had done.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 22:18:30 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
had cheated death, bested the beast and played God by creating life. The mind of a madman once it achieves something is already onto the next step of things. He cold bring this simulacrum back numerous times and assure his longevity. He would cease his laughter and look at the Simulacrum. He froze. It wore a smile, it's eyes wide and staring though lifeless..."what had it said..." He shook it off and stood up, he needed to collect the mingled blood, it could be used, again and again like the physical clay creation. Triumph blinded him to the darkness and troubled expression of even Monet. He was drunk with possibility.
Monet Vargo
merely stared at Mordred when he stood up, watching him as he seemed to get a renewed strength she was a bit jealous of. She herself didn't move, she simply stayed where she was and rested for now, content with watching him. She wasn't injured, or in any danger so there was no need for him to pay her any heed. "The blood remembers," she whispered softly out loud for him, not even knowing if he'd hear that she answered. "It is mother, and father. That is what it said."
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