King of King's
A freak, show a veritable puddle of putrid shit rising up from the forgotten depths of creation to stain forever the confines of the universe. Thus was the world and all whom inhabited it. Dead, they thought him dead? How amusing and how completely unfounded as if some would be crusader of the light could vanquish that which could be comprehended. No it was only his own heart that had sent the overlord into that endless sleep. A longing even his own strength could not fulfill. Something needed to such a degree it had shattered his will to conquer leaving him a shell of what he had once been. Yet now something stirred within his kingdom something familiar.
There was a pull to it an almost irresistible aroma of power and seduction that brought his mind from its endless reflection. Deep within the destruction of a battle long ago carried out crimson eyes did open a smile upon the face of dominance incarnate. The time had come for his return, for she beckoned and he would not disappoint.
Smoke billowed forth from the depths of the land as if Ayen herself had exhaled leaving a spark of destruction in its wake. Rising high into the sky, billowing forth until even the mighty light of the sun could neither be seen nor felt. Then as the grip of darkness seemed to fall upon the land forever more that spark would ignite the flames of hell itself.
Heat the likes of which the land had not seen since creation would tower upward scorching the earth in its spiral. Anything unfortunate enough to be in its path sent quickly to its final rest as flame melted the very rocks, turning sand to pure glass before crackling and exploding in a massive cloud of flame that could be seen for miles. The result a towering inferno that raged forth from the earth giving rise to a shadow in its depths. A darkness that seemed caressed by the flame as if it were but the sweetest of lovers and as that embraced parted the lord of hellfire would be born anew.
Through hellfire and brimstone he would come the beautiful lord of the flames and rightful heir to Ayenee. Black silks followed gracefully out from the alabaster god as if flames dared not mar even his raiment. Pale skin kissed by the heat of flames as if they sought only to lure his gaze, existed only for his breath.
Dark booted feet would touch again his lands leaving their mark where he stood and as the flames died away to the depths from which they had come true beauty would be there to behold. Perfectly angled features as if sculpted by the hand of some god offset by crimson eyes that seemed to stare into the very soul of the entire universe and find it wanting. Only strands of ravenesque hair daring to defile that gaze wich seemed to hold such ferocity as to bring the creator to its knees. A great red streak spiraling from strand to strand as they made their way down eloquent shoulders as if to ascend to the earth itself only to cut short at back level he had returned and done so with a purpose in his eyes.
Dusa sat his gaze upon what he still considered his kingdom smiling at the perfection of his plan for all had gone he willed. She alone possessed the blade for it always been her. She was the true sword of Ayenee and no blade could match her splendor it was but a trinket in her hands of no consequence. Now he would call and he knew she would come, for there was much to discuss it was time for their fates to tangle once again in perfect symmetry as they always had.
He moved the wicked grace of a serpent into the city and as he made his passage all eyes would fall upon his splendor. A being the likes of which long they had been deprived , a god in human form. A few guards did dare block his path but all were consumed by the heat of his aura. Reduced to ashes in his wake as if the wind itself had but carried them away to oblivion. He had no time for mortals and would suffer not the indignity of their simplicity for privileged they were to merely breath his air. Pale digits did touch upon the frame of a door. The texture of the wood the first he had touched in years uncounted. He marveled for a moment at the feel of civilization beneath his fingers once again. His time had truly come it seemed.
Crimson eyes drifted upward at the sign which hung over this place proclaiming it the serpents tail inn. A small smirk did grace his perfection for a moment as amusement filtered into his consciousness and then passed away to nothing as he pushed gracefully through the doors taking in the burning hearth within.
A simple inn by design the serpent's tail was perhaps too quaint for his tastes. The saw dust covered floors and dirty glasses of mead offending his sensibilities to no end. However he could not wait for this encounter any longer, the moment had come. Sliding up to the bar he looked calmly at the homely bar keeper as if contemplating his fate. Even before he could speak several patrons had advanced only to find themselves consumed by a lithe serpent of pure flame as Set did uncoil from his person lashing its flames out upon them, encasing them with pure brimstone as their lives found themselves forfeit to the whim of the pale god.
Dusa smiled at the bar keep holding his hand out as a bottle of red wine flew from the shelf into his grasp and he opened it inhaling its sweet and sour scent. Two silver goblets appearing before him as he filled them to their brim and sat the bottle aside.
Already there was a tension to the air, a heat as if the sun itself had born down upon this place with all its unearthly might. The land reverberated with his presence drawing in the power from the very air creating a vacuum of power that could be felt by the aware for miles around. More than that he called to the blade and through it called to her, beckoning it to him and with it the object of his utmost desire.
Even as statuesque flesh burned at his back he could only see her in his mind eye. Not as the destroyer most saw her as not even as the seductive creature she was but as only he knew her to her core. Only as he had seen her and no one else, vulnerable at the command of wild abandon his true heart with her beauty on full display. The thought stole the breath from the god of hellfire as if he were but a simple mortal beholding the beauty of a goddess in flesh. He stilled his heart of such thoughts for this was not the time or place, he had come to claim his fate and he would not be detoured from what was rightfully his.
He whispered her name upon the wind knowing it would find her ears for even as ages passed he knew it always would for she was his even if she thought it not so. Atra'Lamia.. it carried with the grace of a beautiful song upon the wind and with all of his intent the true overlord of Ayenee did wait for its queen.