Netherworld III: Final Judgment [Concluded]

[seireikhaan]

In an unmarked house, off the main road, a shadow figure knelt. A limp body lay before it on the ground, illuminated only by a single candle.



“My dearest friend... my companion... why? Why you? The world did not deserve such a noble one as yourself. But they will know your death, they will know the injustice of it. They shall weep for you as I do. This, I guarantee. For they will know my sorrow, my agony, my fury! I will create for you a monument on the greatest hill in Babylon, and all will bow before it and lament for their loss! But those who do not lament for you, those who struck you down, they will know my wrath! They shall know anger hotter than the sun, fury unquenchable even by the Euphrates itself!”



And so the shadowy figure, trembling, picked up the body and laid it on the bed. In the darkness, a red aura seemed to seep from the figure, as it turned to the door, to depart for the night.







Romanic was perched on his house, crouched. The wise man, he figured, kept a vigilant watch in times like this. In particular, the avenues for attack- the street. Fortunately, the night seemed calm. There was hardly even a breeze, let alone others. It was almost eery how quiet it was. A rattling sound behind him caused Romanic to jump. The latch to the roof.... It sprung open, and a woman climbed out so gracefully it almost seemed that she levitated. He stood before a transfixed Romanic, flicking a spot of dirt off her scale armor.



“Your commode is filthy,” she informed him with a slight scowl to her face.


“What... but.... how?” Romanic stammered out.


“No concern of yours, lad,” she retorted. In a blink, she was behind him, with a curved blade to his threat. “This is a concern of yours.” With a flick of her wrist, Romanic collapsed before her.






Door locked? Check. Boarded up? Check. Sutras? Check. Furniture barricaded up against the door? Check. Double A was quite sure he'd done everything possible. Nobody, and he meant nobody, was coming in before the sun rose. Nevertheless, he still sat himself in the corner of the one room shack, his gaze not leaving the door.



Thump


Double A's eyes went wide.


Thump


He sat frozen. He waited. Waited. Seemingly an eternity had gone by. Minutes seemed like years, but the thumping had stopped.


Boom!


The front door exploded in a shower of splinters. Double A winced as shards of wood flew around him and into him. Into the now shredded frame was a wild looking man, an axe in his right hand several times the size of a normal battle axe. Without hesitation, he sprinted to Double A, bellowing like a bear. Double A attempted to scramble to his left. The attacker swung his mighty axe with his right hand, and impacted Double A straight in the chest. With that single attack, Double A was sundered in two. Giving one more bellow, the attacker brought the axe down in an overhead swing on the lifeless upper half of Double A and split the head in two. Heaving, the attacker slung the axe over its back, and stalked from from the shack.







Meanwhile, in a grand house, long abandoned, a young woman in a flowing white robe drifted about the archway into home. She seemed to be almost weightless as she floated about, sprinkling about a strange powder on the ground. She wandered further into the house for a moment and held her hand aloft. A body, which had been laying on a stone bench, levitated up, and followed her back to the archway. It settled itself down on its back in the archway with an unnatural grace.


The woman crouched down and whispered to it. “Your time is not yet done. The gatekeeper has not accepted your toll. Your story has not been written.” She stood up. She held both hands high. A faint, white light began to shine from them. She touched the sides of the arch, and the stone itself began to glow. The space of the archway began to shine, growing brighter, brighter, until it peaked into a blinding light.


Andres coughed. What... where? He was on his back, covered with pink petals. He twisted his head around. Nobody was here.... He shook his head. He started to get up, but a stiff back quickly sat him back down. “Well... I guess I'll wait for the morning....” he thought to himself.






Alive: 28

Andres
Autolycus
Believer
Beskar
Captain Blackadder
Chaotix
Choxorn
Classical Hero
Dcmort
Death is Yonder
Diamondeye
Earthling
Johnhughthom
GeneralHankerchief
Glyphz
Khazaar
Renata
Riedquat
Robbiecon
Secura
Seon
SoulBlade
TheLastDays
Warman
Woad&fangs
White Eyes
Yaropolk
Zack



Killed: 9

TinCow (N1)
Tratorix (N1)
Visorslash (N1)
B_ray (N2)
Reenk Roink (N3)
Andres (N4)
Ironside (N4)
Romanic (N5)
Double A (N5)


Lynched: 4

Arjos (D1)
God Emperor (D2)
Fluffy (D3)
Askthepizzaguy (D4)