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PostSubject: Castle of Misery: Alta Full & Shortened Posts   Fri Dec 06, 2013 7:44 pm



Nɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs ᴘʟᴀɢᴜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ's sʟᴇᴇᴘ       this night, and Altais knew at once that what he was dreaming was transpiring as he watched; the Astral Bond he and Rethken shared was humming tightly in his mind, their souls connected by a thin tendril of Skill. The Prince felt his self-awareness fade into the Alchemist's consciousness as their two minds melded and finally meshed together.

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ's ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs sʜɪғᴛᴇᴅ,       moving away from his mentor's agony to the ruins of an old castle, lit by the light of the setting sun. Altais looked around him, running a hand over the shattered stone of the castle's gate; was this place his home now? A frown marred the young man's porcelain skin as he tilted his head to the side, ice blue eyes wandering across the broken landscape. Yes, there was his favorite tower, and there, the rubble that had once been his stable. But why? Why was it all broken like this? The Prince felt the sting of tears kiss his eyes as he looked at the wreckage of his life, his heart heavy in his chest.

He walked slowly through the ruins, stopping in several rooms as he walked the giant field. Here, the dining hall, where his family used to eat. And there, Lexus' old room, with Altais' own next door. Here, the tattered shreds of cloth and steel that had once been the throne of first his father, then his eldest brother Roman, and then finally him. But why had he taken the throne? Roman had...Roman had been killed. Like his mother. His father. Lexus. His friends. The guards. Just like everyone else, they were all dead, killed by...

The Prince clenched his teeth, tearing his eyes away. Enough. The field and its broken castle dissipated in the young man's mind, being replaced by calm, soothing darkness and shadows. Enough remembering, enough sadness and misery. Something tugged on Altais' soul, something small, something he hadn't felt in years. The young man tilted his head, listening to the far-off sound coming from a music box. It drew him forward into the darkness, the notes chiming softly, quietly in the shadows, pulling the man -- no, the boy -- forward with each sound. His eyes began to burn, and Altais raised his hands, pressing the backs of cold, slender fingers to his eyelids, soothing away the pain. And still the music drew him ever onwards.

The young boy dropped his hands back to his sides, feeling wetness coming from his eyes. Tears? He looked at his hands. Red. Blood. He frowned. Why? The Prince blinked, and saw a dim blue glow in front of him. He walked closer and saw it was a mirror, showing his own reflection. His eyes were glowing? He leaned forward, peering at his reflection curiously. Yes, there; strange, jagged symbols circled his pupils, and the runes spun slowly, slowly around his eye, glowing dimly as they danced. How was that in his eye? The boy sat down, pulling his knees tightly to his chest, resting his forehead on his kneecaps, trying to remember.

Lexus. No, someone else, something else. Altais brushed his fingers over his eyes once more. Xerox. And I'm no longer a boy. The small, scared form disappeared, and the mature Altais was sitting there at the foot of the mirror, studying his face. Yes, that's right. Xerox had gouged out his eyes, the final crescendo, the final climax after he had beaten, shamed, and broken the Prince. And then Rethken had come, saving Altais from the Demon's taloned hands, from those sweet lips hiding that razor-sharp smile. And my eyes...? His eyes had been gone, but Rethken had repaired them over the course of a year. And Xerox had left...something inside of Altais, something that had made those runes and sigils appear in his iris, something that made those same runes spin and glow when the Prince's emotions ran high.

They caused madness. Ah, that was right. If a human met Altais' gaze for more than a few seconds when those runes were spinning, they were thrown into vivid, abysmal hallucinations of raving madness and insanity, lost forever in their own minds. The Prince suppressed a shudder; he had condemned half a dozen people to that horrible, sickening fate before he and Rethken had realized what was causing it. Even when he was nothing but a distant memory, Xerox still haunted Altais, making him hurt and destroy the very people he was trying to help and love. Which was why he always, always wore the blindfold when he wasn't Hunting.  Altais blew out a sigh and stood up as the music called to him once again, just on the edge of his hearing. Glacial eyes glanced around, seeing nothing save for the slightly chipped full moon; all else was the unbroken ebony of a plane of night.

He padded forward soundlessly towards the music, images and memories coming unbidden to his mind. For six years he had trained both body and mind, had ensured that no matter what Demon or Hellion he ran across, he would be prepared. Rethken had trained him until Altais had surpassed his mentor, becoming the best and most notorious Demon Hunter this side of the world at the tender age of seventeen. It had been almost four years since then, and the Prince had used the money he earned to rebuild Avandere Castle, which had burned down the night Xerox attacked. Altais had spent his days travelling, Hunting as he went from village to city to hamlet, ridding the population from creatures of nightmare. No longer am I a scared, broken little boy. No, now he was Altais Malbain, Paladin, Demon Hunter, Master-Rank Alchemist, expert wielder of Skill, and deadly with any weapon that had a blade. Yes, now he was able to defend himself against anyone and anything that he had come across the last six years. But there had been close scrapes.

Stop it. Altais shook his head sharply, banishing his memories. Enough of this. Find out what the music means. For it was still playing, tinkling slowly, softly chiming in the back of his mind, pulling, tugging ever so slightly on a tiny, infinitesimal piece of his soul. The Prince slipped his blindfold from a pocket and tied it securely around his left eye -- leaving his right eye uncovered -- as he paced forward towards the beckoning, lilting tune, breaking into a trot. Something was calling him, dragging him towards it with a slight Compulsion. Yes, definitely Skill. No ordinary song, no matter how pretty, could draw him so obsessively. Altais slowed to a walk, then stopped abruptly when he couldn't move his arms. Why...? The Prince flexed his fingers and they moved, but when he tried to move his arms from behind his back, they refused to obey. He looked down and through the blindfold, all seemed normal, but when he opened his right eye, he saw thin tendrils of shadow binding his arms to his scar-crossed torso. How strange.

Before he could think too much on that, a form began to coalesce in the darkness, though it was hard to make out the figure, as it was cloaked entirely in shadow. The Prince frowned, tilting his head to the side as he waited for the shade to converge and solidify into something he recognized. He made sure to keep his right eye closed, in the event it was one of his comrade Hunters Dreamwalking. But after several moments, the figure still remained vague and undefined, leaving no doubt in Altais' mind that it wasn't one of the Alchemists. Then who?

Yet before he could open his mouth to inquire, the music grew louder, more clear, and the Prince found himself laying back on the flat expanse of grey in this strange dream. The Shadow that appeared sank down gracefully, settling its weight on the Prince's hips as it reached out an arm. Altais felt strong, cool fingers against his jaw, and something about the Shadow's touch was achingly familiar, the feeling of that gentle grip tugging on the part of his soul that was now singing along with the haunting, beautiful melody. I know this touch, I know this song from somewhere. The Prince closed his eyes, trying to remember where he had felt that touch before, where he knew this song from, why it entranced him so, but his mind remained frustratingly blank.

The Shadow leaned over him, and those cool fingers stroked his jaw as the Prince's mouth parted. Altais felt the soft press of lips against his own, and the Shadow kissed him deeply, bidding the Prince to give in to the memory just out of reach. Altais returned the kiss, his back arching as a wave of heat swept through him, causing his bound hands to tingle almost unpleasantly, but he pushed that thought aside in irritation. He knew these lips, knew this hand on his face, knew the way the Shadow broke the kiss and sat up on Altais' waist, chuckling deep in the back of its throat. That laugh... When the Shadow laughed, the melody became crystal clear: it wasn't beautiful, it wasn't haunting. It was jagged, distorted, sinister and malevolent in its entirety. I KNOW YOU. Altais gasped and he readied a sharp, crackling spearpoint of Skill to throw at the Shadow, when he felt cold, sharp claws dig into his jaw.

The Prince's eyes opened as his dream shattered, the runes in his iris spinning wildly, a cold blue light spilling out into the darkness of his sitting room. And there, straddling him and looking down with those red, abysmal eyes, was the single thing he feared above everything else in this world: Xerox. The Demon's full mouth curved into a wide, triumphant grin as he stared down at the shocked Prince, his words as lilting and jagged as the music he had used in Altais' dream. "Miss me, little brother?"

The Prince didn't move, didn't speak for several seconds, in complete and utter disbelieving shock. "Oh, Gods" Lexus was here. No, Xerox was here. When his mind finally caught up, Altais focused a pinpoint of Skill in his fingers, and jerked his arms forward, sending it hurtling towards the Dem -- No. The Skill fizzled and died, and his hands were bound behind his back. The Prince felt his heart began to beat frantically inside his rib cage, and Altais closed his eyes tightly, throwing his head back and fervently praying this was the final part of his dream. But when he opened his eyes, Lexus was still there.

The Demon straddled him on the chaise lounge, his long, silken black hair pooling on the Prince's bare chest and abdomen, hiding the scars Lexus had put there six years ago. His fingers trailed from Altais' jaw down to his throat, slender digits wrapping around his neck as the Prince let out a low, quiet groan. He had kissed that foul, disgusting creature, had actually welcomed those despicable lips on his own, had enjoyed the feel of Lex's perverted touch. Altais gagged as blue eyes met red, holding the Demon's gaze as he felt the sick blanket of fear settle over him. The young man fought against the magic binding his arms behind him, shook his head violently as he tried to rid Lex's hand from his neck, bucked his hips wildly in an attempt to unseat the vile Demon, but all he managed to do was pull an amused laugh from Lexus' lips. Still, the Prince struggled for several more moments until the Demon's fingers abruptly tightened around his throat, cutting off his air.

Altais choked out a sob and fell still, his head tilted to the side and blue eyes closed against the tears that threatened to fall. "Why? He asked the Demon, his voice trembling, as if he was once again that frightened little boy. All those years, and Lexus still could dominate him so effortlessly. What had it all been for? The fucking bastard had blocked his Skill, bound his arms, invaded his sleep, and stirred the Prince's lust with a sickening ploy when he was still dreaming. His dreams...Oh...Oh, Gods! Rethken! The Prince's eyes snapped open and his lips pulled back in a snarl, turning his head to meet the Demon's gaze, blue eyes hard. "You broke him, Xerox. You fucking broke him."

Lexus tilted his head to the side and smiled down at Altais, running the clawed forefinger of his free hand over the Prince's lower lip, leaving a burning, bloody line in its wake. "Of course I did. He was quite helpful, in the end, little brother." At the Demon's words, Altais' eyes flared with cold blue light, and immediately all of the Prince's senses were sharpened tenfold. The young man let out a wordless scream of rage and pushed himself up off of the chaise lounge, lunging at Xerox in pure, unadulterated loathing. Quicker than his eyes could follow, even in their advanced state, Lex grabbed him around the throat, claws digging deep, and used the Prince's momentum against him, sending him flying to the right.

Altais slammed into the wall Lex threw him at, and the breath was knocked from his lungs instantly, the force of the impact stunning him. The Hunter slid down the wall and lay on his side, his head spinning as he gasped for air to fill his lungs. Altais heard the soft clickclickclick as Lexus stalked over to him, and the Prince lifted his blue gaze to meet the Demon's crimson eyes. Lex smiled almost affectionately down at him, and Altais' shoulders shook as he breathed out a sob. It was happening all over again, and Lexus had ensured that even though he was much stronger than he used to be, Altais couldn't do a single thing to fight him. He had the knowledge, he had the power, had the Skill, and the Demon made sure he was as helpless as he had been six years ago, turning him back into that powerless little boy.

"Why me, Lexus? Out of everyone in the world, why did you choose me? And when I finally got away, why didn't you just let me go?" The Prince averted his gaze from those endless, abysmal crimson eyes, his nails digging bloody crescents into his palms behind his back. Altais' heart rate skyrocketed, a nervous sweat shone on his porcelain skin, and anxiety and fear pounded through his veins -- the Prince knew what was coming. Lexus wouldn't have returned just for a friendly reunion. Altais forced his eyes open again, looking up at the Demon gazing down at him. "Just kill me, Lex. Please."




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PostSubject: Re: Castle of Misery: Alta Full & Shortened Posts   Fri Dec 06, 2013 7:45 pm



Nɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs ᴘʟᴀɢᴜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ's sʟᴇᴇᴘ       this night, and Altais knew at once that what he was dreaming was transpiring as he watched; the Astral Bond he and Rethken shared was humming tightly in his mind, their souls connected by a thin tendril of Skill. The Prince felt his self-awareness fade into the Alchemist's consciousness as their two minds melded and finally meshed together.

ʀᴇᴛʜᴋᴇɴ's ғɪɴᴀʟ sᴛᴀɴᴅ
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ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ's ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs sʜɪғᴛᴇᴅ,       moving away from his mentor's agony and being replaced by calm, soothing darkness and shadows.Something tugged on Altais' soul, something small, something he hadn't felt in years. The young man tilted his head, listening to the far-off tune that sounded as if it came from a music box. It drew him forward into the darkness, the notes chiming softly, quietly in the shadows, pulling the man -- no, the boy -- forward with each sound. His eyes began to burn, and Altais raised his hands, pressing the backs of cold, slender fingers to his eyelids, soothing away the pain. And still the music drew him ever onwards.

The young boy dropped his hands back to his sides, feeling wetness coming from his eyes. Tears? He looked at his hands. Red. Blood. He frowned. Why? The Prince blinked, and saw a dim blue glow in front of him. He walked closer and saw it was a mirror, showing his own reflection. His eyes were glowing? He leaned forward, peering at his reflection curiously. Yes, there; strange, jagged symbols circled his pupils, and the runes spun slowly, slowly around his eye, glowing dimly as they danced. How was that in his eye? The boy sat down, pulling his knees tightly to his chest as he tried to remember.

Lexus. No, someone else, something else. Altais brushed his fingers over his eyes once more. Xerox. And I'm no longer a boy. The small, scared form disappeared, and the mature Altais was sitting there at the foot of the mirror, studying his face. Yes, that's right. Xerox had gouged out his eyes, the anticipated crescendo, the final climax after the Demon had beaten, shamed, raped, and broken the Prince. And then Rethken had come, saving Altais from the Demon's taloned hands, from those sweet lips hiding that razor-sharp smile filled with fangs. And my eyes...? His eyes had been gone, horribly gouged out, but Rethken had repaired them over the course of a year. And Xerox had left...something inside of Altais, something that had made those runes and sigils appear in his iris, something that made those same runes spin and glow when the Prince's emotions ran high.

They caused madness. Ah, that was right. If a human met Altais' gaze for more than a few seconds when those runes were spinning, they were thrown into vivid, abysmal hallucinations of raving madness and insanity, lost forever in their own minds. The Prince suppressed a shudder; he had condemned half a dozen people to that horrible, sickening fate before he and Rethken had realized what was causing it. Even when he was nothing but a distant memory, Xerox still haunted Altais, making him hurt and destroy the very people he was trying to help and love. Which was why he always, always wore the blindfold when he wasn't Hunting.  Altais blew out a sigh and stood up as the music called to him once again, just on the edge of his hearing. Glacial eyes glanced around, seeing nothing save for the slightly chipped full moon; all else was the unbroken ebony of a plane of night. No longer am I a scared, broken little boy. No, now he was Altais Malbain, Paladin, Demon Hunter, Master-Rank Alchemist, expert wielder of Skill, and deadly with any weapon that had a blade. Yes, now he was able to defend himself against anyone and anything that he had come across the last six years. But there had been close scrapes. But would it all be enough if he ever had to face Lexus again...? Would be be strong enough? Smart, quick enough? Could he kill the creature that wore his brother's face, had his brother's voice, his loving, tender hands?

Stop it. Altais shook his head sharply, banishing his thoughts. Enough of this. Find out what the music means, why it's calling out to you so desperately. For it was still playing, tinkling slowly, softly chiming in the back of his mind, pulling, tugging ever so slightly on a tiny, infinitesimal piece of his soul. The Prince slipped his blindfold from a pocket and tied it securely around his left eye -- leaving his right eye uncovered, but closed, just in case -- as he paced forward towards the beckoning, lilting tune, breaking into a trot. Something was calling him, dragging him towards it with a slight Compulsion. Yes, that's definitely a Skill Compulsion being. No ordinary song, no matter how pretty, could draw him so obsessively. Altais slowed to a walk, then stopped abruptly when movement caught his eye.

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A Shadow began to coalesce in the darkness, taking the shape of a man about five inches taller than Altais, but it was impossible to make our any detail, as it was cloaked entirely with some heavy, black smoke. It wasn't a Dreamwalker, so Altais opened his right eye, knowing it couldn't hurt what wasn't human. But if not human, then what...? Before he could open his mouth to inquire, the music grew louder, more clear, and the Prince found himself laying on his back without knowing how he had done so. What a strange dream; he'd never had one like this before, and it was starting to trouble him -- this was becoming very disconcerting, and the more he looked at it, the more uneasy the Shadow made him, for reasons he couldn't quite name.

The Shadow  sank down gracefully atop him, straddling the Prince's hips as it reached out. Altais felt strong, cool fingers against his jaw, and something about the Shadow's touch was achingly familiar, the feeling of that gentle grip tugging on the part of his soul that was now singing along with the haunting, beautiful melody. I know this touch, I know this song from somewhere. The Prince closed his eyes, trying to remember where he had felt that touch before, where he knew this song from, why it entranced him so, but his mind remained frustratingly blank.

The Shadow leaned over him, those cool fingers stroking his lower lip, and the Prince parted his mouth in response, knowing somehow that it was what the Shadow wanted him to do. As he did so, Altais felt the soft press of lips against his own, and the Shadow kissed him deeply, bidding the Prince to give in to the memory just out of reach. He hadn't been touched by anyone in the last six years; he had been too traumatized by what his brother had done to him to even think about the touch of someone. But it had been so, so long, and the Shadow's mouth felt so good against his own...

Altais returned the kiss, blue eyes closing on this strange dreamscape, and the sensation of the Shadow's tongue against his own sent a wave of heat sweeping through him, making Altais want more. Cool fingers trailed down his jaw and circled his throat, tightening ever so slightly, causing the Prince's head to spin pleasantly as the Shadow pressed itself tightly against the Hunter's torso. The Shadow's cool touch slipped between them, skimming down his bare, scarred torso to his hip, and it dug its thumb deep, kneading the hollow beneath the bone roughly. The Prince's back arched from the lance of pleasure the Shadow's hand and tongue sent through him, and he moaned into the Shadow's mouth involuntarily as his groin tightened. Altais panted against the Shadow's lips, his chest heaving with each ragged breath, wanting far, far more.

To Altais' disappointment, the Shadow pulled back from their kiss, and though it kept a hand on the side of the Hunter's face, it removed its hand from the Prince's hip; but that was fine with him for now, as Altais' pants were getting far too tight for his own comfort. The Hunter made to unlace the front of them, but he couldn't move his hands -- they were bound tightly behind his back, and no matter how he tried to free them, physically or with the Skill, it just didn't work. Something isn't right - my Skill should've worked on that... Altais frowned and opened his eyes, glancing upwards to study the Shadow's hazy form. But he knew the feel of those lips, knew the hand cupping his jaw, knew the way the Shadow broke the kiss and sat up. The Shadow looked down at Altais and let out a low, quiet laugh. That laugh... When the Shadow laughed, the melody finally became crystal clear to the Prince's ears: it wasn't beautiful, it wasn't haunting. It was jagged, distorted, sinister and malevolent in its entirety. I KNOW YOU. Altais gasped and he readied a sharp, crackling spearpoint of Skill to throw at the Shadow, when he felt cold, sharp claws dig into his jaw, jerking him out of his dreams.

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The Prince's eyes opened as his dream shattered, the runes in his iris spinning wildly, a cold blue light spilling out into the darkness of his sitting room. And there, straddling him and looking down with those red abysmal eyes, was the single thing he feared above everything else in this world: Lexus. The Demon's full mouth curved into a wide, triumphant grin as he stared down at the shocked Prince, his words as lilting and jagged as the music he had used in Altais' dream. "Miss me, little brother?"

The Prince didn't move, didn't speak for several seconds, in complete and utter disbelieving shock. "Oh, Gods" Lexus was here. When his mind finally caught up, Altais focused a pinpoint of Skill in his fingers, and jerked his arms forward, sending it hurtling towards the Dem -- No. The Skill fizzled and died, and his hands were bound behind his back. His Skill didn't work -- that was the third time he had tried and failed. The Prince felt his heart began to beat frantically inside his rib cage, and Altais closed his eyes tightly, throwing his head back and fervently praying this was the final part of his dream. But when he opened his eyes, Lexus was still there.

The Demon remained above him, straddling him with a knee on either side of his hips, keeping the Prince from escaping. Lexus' long, silken black hair fell in an ebony curtain and pooled on the Prince's bare chest and abdomen, hiding the scars that the Demon had put there six years ago. Altais trapped his lower lip between his teeth, biting down so hard he drew blood, the sweet, metallic tang of copper filling his mouth. He had kissed that foul Demon, had actually welcomed those despicable lips on his own, had enjoyed the feel of Lex's perverted touch. The Prince felt heat suffuse his cheeks as he thought of his dream in the moments before he woke, completely shamed he had responded so urgently to the Demon's affections. Lex's lips against his, the Demon's cool fingers against his neck, his chest, his hips, the feel of Lexus' body pressed tightly against his own, the way the Demon's tongue had sent waves of pleasure through his entire body, how Altais had shamelessly moaned into his brother's mouth, all but begging for more.

The Prince turned his head to the side, unable to hold the Demon's eyes because he was so disgusted with himself. But at the same time, he desperately wanted to feel his brother's hands on him again. What was wrong with him? Had his childhood been so completely, irreversibly fucked that he wanted to be fucked by his brothe- No. Of course not. That fucking Incubus had never left him, and it was attuned to Lexus, Gods damn him.

Altais felt the hot sting of tears prick the corners of his eyes, feeling once again like that small, helpless little boy from six years ago. "Why? He asked the Demon, his voice trembling, as if he was once again that frightened little boy. All those years, and Lexus still could dominate him so effortlessly. What had it all been for? The fucking bastard had blocked his Skill, bound his arms, invaded his sleep, and had stirred the Prince's lust with a sickening ploy when he was still dreaming. Lexus had once again used the Incubus soul he had put inside of Altais against him, forcing so many conflicting emotions into his younger brother's heart that he felt dizzy. The Hunter had thought for sure the Incubus soul would've died or become vacant or...something after so many years. And Gods, his dream had felt so good. The Prince groaned in shame and held his brother's gaze, tears sliding down his face.

"Why, Lexus? Out of everyone in the world, why did you choose me? And when I finally got away, why didn't you just let me go?" The Prince averted his gaze from those endless, abysmal crimson eyes, his nails digging bloody crescents into his palms behind his back. Altais' heart rate skyrocketed, a nervous sweat shone on his porcelain skin, and anxiety and fear pounded through his veins -- the Prince knew what was coming. Lexus wouldn't have returned just for a friendly reunion. Altais forced his eyes open again, looking up at the Demon who was gazing down at him hungrily. "Lexus, please." Even when he was a kid, the Hunter had never begged the Demon -- but he knew that something far, far worse than that had happened in the past was coming. "Please just kill me this time, Lex. Please."

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