That Creeping Darkness [Concluded]

[ULC]

End Day 7...

not done yet :s

"Doctor Lovell came to our town, and our homes, and invaded our lives 6 days ago! He has scoured the very people, killing at whim! He has no conscious, nor feelings for those lives he shatters!"

The crowd before the youthful man roared in approval. After the death of psychic zero, opposition had started to grow towards Lovell's tyrannical rule. At first, it had only been grumblings, yet at the end of the day, this one man had galvanized them to do the unthinkable - riot, rebel, overthrow the man who sought dominion over them.

" Will we tolerate this any longer! Will we, the good people of this small town, humble in our lives but proud in our hearts, in our work, and in our independence, let this monster, who would kill a young woman who was with child, and then celebrate it as his most glorious achievement? THIS IS THE MAN YOU WISH TO RULE YOU? This murder and defiler of what we hold closest to our hearts? This shameful beast, who revels in overthrowing peaceful governments, who galvanizes the once placid people into murdering their own friends and family based on his views?!"

Aagain, the crowd roared in agreement, vengeance in their eyes.

"How many of us must fall victim before we realize he turns us all into monsters, just like him! Use his dark, twisted malformed excuse for a heart to break the good will and sense of the people. How he preaches peace and restoration, when it his men, under his employ, who slaughter thousands, burns cities, and defile our greatest achievements!"

"I say no more! I SAY NO MORE! It shall end here, with us! We will take up arms, we will show this Lovell that he is not master, he is not the puppeteer, he is not a going to be our butcher any longer!"

The crowd roared with defiance and triumph, lighting torches and cocktails, arming their guns, waving whatever they found in their homes that might do harm to the demon of a man that is Lovell.

Throwing his arm out sharply to point towards Lovell's mansion, the youth cried out. "We march, as one, and as one we take back what is ours! Our lives, our hope, our freedom, and our escape from this demented mans madness! ONWARDS!!!!!"

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Samael stood watching the crowd grow, the gathering darkness allowing the torches they carried to light them up like a sea of fire. Samael chuckled at the irony of the situation - a man that had set out to redeem the world and bring it to heaven, had instead devolved it into chaos and poured Hell upon it, and now, the river Styx had come to claim.

Lovell, however, was completely oblivious to this fact, or had far to much trust in his security forces - Samael believed it was the latter, since Lovell displayed a cunning paranoia. Lovell's glass tinkled as he set about filling it yet again - poor fool was utterly drunk, by no means an easy feat for himself to do - as he celebrated his victory and his consolidation of power.

"You should leave now."

Lovell looked over at Samael, a mock expression of curiosity and smugness on his face. "Oh, but why? This town will make a good spot to start, and it isn't entirely cleansed yet." Lovell leaned back and began to sing "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts", and this irritated Samael highly.

So much so that Samael lifted Lovell from his seat by his neck collar and proceed to look deep into his eyes. "You, will, leave, NOW, Doctor Lovell. You still have much work to do, but you will not see it if you stay here - is this understood?! Over 1000 angry, tired humans are making their way to your blood mansion, and they will kill all they find and raze it to the ground."

"Is this UNDERSTOOD?"

Lovell, completely in shock now, simply nodded. Samael released him, and brushed the old man off, and handed him his bottle of brandy. "Go, now, take those you trust the most with you. I will stall - make your way to the Town Hall, which is already fortified with military equipment that I had the forethought to procure."

Lovell straightened his overcoat, and reached out to shake Sam's hand, who promptly shook it back. Smiling to Lovell, Samael, bowed deeply and evaporated into mist, his last words, "Death is but another phase."

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Quinn stared into the eyes of Samael, both illuminated by the blazing fires of the mob surrounding them at the steps of Lovell's mansion. Samael smiled peacefully at Quinn, which only enraged the distraught youth more.

"This is what you fall to? Invading the minds of a thousand people and turning their own fears and hates towards your purpose?"

Quinn spat back. "No, their purpose! Your a heartless reaver, what would you know? I'll I've done is broken that which held them back, I gave them purpose and courage to do what was really seated in their hearts and minds. But, you'd rather label me a monster, an equal to the very man you protect."

Samael shrugged. "Do as you wish, I only ask you spare me your preaching and be done with what you have set out to do. Time is precious to you after all, mortal."

Quinn's fists balled up. "As you will..." A silent image, a trigger was sent to all those around, freeing them of restraint, and it was in that moment that they stormed the mansion, and killed all that stood before them. And of Samael, they ravaged him, tore him limb from limb, and he let them, knowing resistance was futile, and pointless in the grand scheme of things.

And after the town had finished their orgy of destruction, after Lovell had made his way safe and sound to the Fortressified Town Hall, did Nyxius himself appear, from within the flames. Walking calmly amongst them, a keen eye upon all, and tut tuting as he went.

"Dear me, little Quinny, you do not know how to throw a party, do you? Where is the song, and the dance?! Where is the life?" At this point, all eyes were upon this most mysterious man, and Quinn's especially. "You...who are you?", Quinn questioned.

Nyxius wagged his finger at Quinn. "Oh no, where would be the fun in me telling you that? No, lets play a game instead - you know what a Conga Line is, right? Oh, it won't matter. See, this game is the game of one upsmanship - you caused an entire town to go mad and kill a hundred or so others, now, we get to DANCE!"

Cackling with glee as the music started up, the townspeople were suddenly compelled to follow the rhythm of the beat, and even while trying to fight it, Quinn himself found that his body, however rigidly was falling step, lock, and in line.

Danced and sang the entire town did, amongst the destroyed terrain, amongst the screams of the dying, a feverish, mad joy instilled in them all, their minds overcome and their eyes filling to the brime of it, as they cackled to, lashing out amongst each other and as if in a lunatic play. They began to take joy in perverse things as they entered the town, yet even through their eyes and minds, the horrors which they wrought were fine and seemingly to them, as if it were all natural.

And when the music had reached it's ending, before a now defaced and burning church were many frolicked naked about in a homicidal game of hide and seek, Nxyius clapped his hands, and the spell was broken, and all realization of their deeds came upon them, and chaos ensued to an even grater magnitude as Nyxius simply laughed as he vanished into a bubbling, writhing mass of demonic, black, sharply armored centipedes.

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As the sun rose, and the burning city, once a roaring inferno now settled to a kindle, deep in his grave, Lucius Johann Emmerich stirred, and burst forth, his body parts snapped and bound together, his decay reversed and blood filled his veins and arteries. His birth was painful as skin etched itself across his body and breath came into half finished lungs, almost killing him yet again as he struggled for the aether of life.

Struggling to his feet, Lucius reached out to the sun, and cried in victory, and laughed joyfully to himself.




Khazaar, aka Samael aka Jacob Abrahamson, has been lynched, and Lucius Johann Emmerich has been reborn.

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Sprig
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Centurion1
Captain Blackadder
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SplitPersonality
Seon
CCRunner
Greyblades
rhawn
A1_Unit
TheFlax
Andres
White Eyes:D
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Sevis
Jooray
Jolt
Nictel
scottishranger

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ACIN
Lord Winter
Death is yonder
Sigurd
pevergreen
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Askthepizzaguy
Winston Hughes
Beefy187
Roadkill
slashandburn
Yaropolk
Sasaki Kojiro
AVSM
Renata
Thermal Mercurcy
Khazaar

Begin Night 7...and good luck to all...