Living Among the Ashes

[Alcorad]

(damn this rule where i cant kill occupied charries. )

Alcorad seized her wrist and wrenched it from his neck, twisting it around and moving behind her back with a swift movement, his grasp still tightly holding onto her. With his other arm he drew his sword and ran the blade lightly across her neck, drawing a sliver of blood and licking it dry. "Perhaps a battle would be fun. The loser loses their soul? How does that sound? I think that sounds good." he said, cooing in delight. "I think your flesh would taste sweet against my tongue."

[naxara]

"I doubt you'll get the cahnce, though..." Her finger traced the veign in his neck, "You on the other hand will be tasty." She smiled. "And you can keep you stupid soul." She smirked and thenwrenched free, walking away a few paces. "Come then." She cooed, "I await you."

[Alcorad]

Alcorad strode forward his eyes dark and cruel. He was quite tired of these games. "I am afraid a soul is something I am lacking." he said. "But I'm sure that your soul would make a lovely addition to the collection I have of others'." With a swift movement of his arm, the blade swung forward cutting along Theatana's shoulder, again just enouph to draw blood. It was as if he had other plans for her rather than killing her himself. Another swift movement and the blade moved down towards the opposite shoulder, its dark incriptions casting back faded images into the air as it moved.

[naxara]

Theatana dodged and pulled her sword. It had an evil shadow aura. Then she striked his own shoulder drawing blood. Then she licked the red liquid off. "Hmmm.. Good enough." She smirked. "So tell me, what do you plan to do with Mordor?" She asked him.

[Alcorad]

Alcorad smirked slightly, not one of amusement but mild acknowledgement that her skills with a blade were adequate enough to mark him. He turned away from her second strike, not even bothering to answer her question but rather watching as the small droplets of black blood passed in front of his eyes and landed upon Theatana's gown. As the cold sound of steed passing through flesh sounded through the air, the sounds of Mount Doom and the murmurs of Gorgoroth seemed to cease. Alcorad had plunged his own blade through his heart. His eyes stared at her, cold and still, and with the same eery fashion he withdrew the blade. Blood seeped from his chest aswell as from the sockets of his eyes as if he were crying away the very fluid that sustained his life. A cold smile dawned his lips, full and toothy as his canines revealed themselves, large and menacing.

A light peirced the dark, far away in the distance beyond the very tower of Barad-dur as some fell force revealed itself. Alcorad was revealing to her how futile this fight really was, especially in his own domain. A beam of violet radiance, thin and elegant with a dark aura surrounding it, passed across the whole of Mordor from the Dark Eryie all the way to Alcorad. It made contact with his flesh, seeming to sear it with intense heat. The Lord's eyes were cold and dull once more as his smile faded and the sorceries of his forgeries set to work. Above them the clouds had parted and the waxing crescent of the moon became visible shining down upon them.

There was silence and the tendines and veins that were severed in his chest pulled from his body, their seperate forms each distinguished from the bloody mess. The dark aura that had previously been present now engulfed them and they connected one by one, the muscle itself patching itself back together. After a moment the blood ceased and his gaunt skin began to pull itself over the deep wound as if some stretch of hide, an inhuman texture. He pointed his blood-stained blade towards Theatana ominously, the thick black liquid still falling from its tip in steady drops. "Do you wish to continue? I have nothing to lose."

[naxara]

"What the hell are you?" She asked him. He was not human and it definetly through her off. This display was odd and unlike anyother, even in a realm as dark as this. "Who the hell are you?!"

[Alcorad]

Alcorad had received this question many times before from his victims. Nearly from each one of them before they died save the few that saved futile hope for a life on the White Shores. A life they would never experience. "I am Misery." he said as he was accustomed to doing so. That was the only answer he gave his victims in their last dying breath and that is all that they knew about their killer. Alcorad was not a general. He was not one to dominate. He was a killer. He was a cold-blooded predator, one with no soul, no compassion, no feeling save malice. That was all he could feel. Malice and lust for killing.

[naxara]

Theatana gazed into his eyes, they searched his depthes, his past. "You are not of even the living are you? What do you want with Mordor?" She then demanded. This man, or whatever he was, was different, and yet, intriguing, definetly odd for her.

[Alcorad]

A great shadow repelled her mind and caused her attempted telepathy to relinquish. His mind was too well defended and would reveal no secrets to her. He smiled, looking back towards Murazor and Jadyis who stood watching the fight, both their faces slightly stunned at what had transpired despite their own power. "What do I want with Mordor? Mordor is the darkest region in all of Arda, a breeding ground for evil things and gathering place for those of the ancient league of Melkor. My theory has already been proven. It is for this region that I have taken up this region for long before did I remain in hiding with the Valaraukar until Sauron passed on into the cold reaches of the Void."

He smirked, eyeing her astonishment with new found attraction to her bewilderment. He enjoyed confusing those who understood so little of him. "A moment ago you were so confident. Now your words seem to be muted and you cannot find a way to get what you really want to say from your throat. Why? I am no different from when we first encountered."

[naxara]

Theatana though upon his words, and his powers. She studied him again and nodded. "I will join you if you wish it but I want one thing clear. My alliegence belongs to Mordor, you are only the ruler. "I don't fear you, only feel awe." With that she walked pass him into her shabby home. Then she pulled out an odd fruit from her cabinet. It was red with small spikes though they were sharp, she ate them with no problem.

[Alcorad]

Alcorad smiled, his gaze penetrating the stone and wooden walls of the home. I am Mordor. You shall come to know that soon enough. He scoffed and turned back to Jadyis and Murazor. "What do you think of that one, Jadyis?" he asked airily as if her oppinion would make her break the arrangements that could come into place between the Court of Barad-dur and the witch.

[naxara]

We shall see. She said in his mind though her door shut. That thing, wasn't human yet she would not fear it. Fear was weakness and she would not be seen as weak. She would watch him carefully, the only thing she cared about was Mordor controlling every where else. That was the only thing in her mind. Then she disappeared from her home and sat atop a ledge upon the mountain. She was curiouse about this mans relationship with the other two so she watched with glowing red eyes but her prescence was unknown to them.

[Jadyis]

"What a show in futilty" Jadyis answeared crossing her arms and appearing bored but such a display "Why bother spending such time trying to convince one so....plain to aid you? When we have been blessed with such gifts. Unless you seek one to lead your armies into unknown territories to..test the waters" she added with a dark smile.

[Alcorad]

Alcorad smirked pondering her suggestion. "Well of course." he said as if it was the obvious solution. "That is what I do with all of the newcomers. I send them into some situation where they may not return. If they do then I grant them a position. If they do not... well... that is the end of that."

Alcorad could feel a cold stare on his back and quickly turned around to see a shadow with ghastly pale eyes looking down upon him. "I thought you went back inside." he said sarcastically, his crimson eyes turned upon her once more. "Do you often listen into other's conversations like that? That is very rude you know and it isn't a smart thing to do in Mordor."

[~Tom~]

Murazor looked from Alcorad to Jadyis , he had beent here the whole time upon his dark steed though he chose not to say anything but to keep silent until he was required to do anything.