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Chapter 40
Chapter 0040: Chasing Darkness Over Wisdom :
Rosenbrim was flung into his cell. He sat there in silence and nude on the cold floor. His body felt sore from the fresh pain that Ryan Schaller had inflicted upon him. Rosenbrim stood up and walked towards the barred window. He held onto the bars looking into the depths of the moon. His hand reached out towards the moon as he saw the face of Stephen inside of it; only to have the image fade away.
He longed to be with Stephen and lay in bed; listening to the whispers of the night and soft breathing of his lover. He sighed.
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He was still young and only seventeen as he felt himself pushed down under the blooming cherry blossoms. Rosenbrim felt the root digging into his back as Stephen's beautiful face grinned down at him. Stephens warm, tender hands caressed the side of Rosenbrim's face.
"I like your black hair, Magnus. Will you do me a favor?" Stephen had asked him.
Rosenbrim looked at him with apprehension, "What is it?"
"Grow it out long. I think you'd look really good if you grew it out." He smiled then as his lips pressed against Magnus'. The young wizard blushed at the kiss as he found his wrists being held by Stephen.
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The doors opened as Aes'danan strode through the chambers. The fresh sunlight felt good against his flesh. He stood nude; except for the helmet covering his head and face. His eyes watched with fascination as Lord Schaller instructed him in the ancient language of the demon lords; whom he had recently learned once called themselves Guardians.
The Eye of Elgard would be a powerful tool once he learned to use it's powers for his master. He enjoyed these moments of learning. In his heart pounded a burning emotion that he could not extinquish within the presence of Lord Schaller. What this feeling of fire was, he was not certain. Was it love? No he knew that it could not be love. He loved nothing except destruction. He had scoffed at the notion the moment it had entered into his mind.
His gaze moved from the nude body of Schaller back to that of the Eye of Elgard. The color of it was very pleasing to the eyes of the wizard general. He had brought back in an entire army of undead to be his. He had even sent the Champion of HammerFall out to take care of the Betrayer. He had foreseen that Mikael would betray Lord Schaller and had brought about the resurrection of Niklas Sundine to ensure the death of the Stormblade Warlock.
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Sabbath felt the blade pierced through his left arm. The sword came free as he stumbled back holding onto his bleeding wound. He sent forth another blast of sorcerious energy that the sword once more sucked into it's blade with the most unearthly of sounds.
He was not sure if he could survive this battle and retrieve the Emerald Sword from the Caves of Venon. His long red hair was dishevealed now, and in the way of his eyes; which stung now from perspiration leeking into them.
The sorcerer had only one gamble to play as he noticed that another warrior had just emerged from the Caves and holding of all things the sword that he sought for his master and himself.
"If you slay me you shall not know of where to find the other Seven Keys." Sabbath gasped as his hand still held onto the wounded arm.
"What care I for such things." The demon lord remarked as he charged towards Sabbath. Sabbath's dark green eyes closed waiting for the blow that never came. He slowly opened his eyes to see the human standing before him as a shield against the blow that would have ended his life.
"There are other such powerful weapons?" The green haired male inquired.
Sabbath swallowed down a large spit wad, "Yes."
"Tokuro, I want more power. I am not of demon blood like yourself. These Keys he speaks of may be my end to finally equally you." The green haired one told the demon blooded male.
Tokuro only nodded his head and with some reluctance sheathed his blade.
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Rosenbrim could not tell how much time had passed. He had no memories of the days; only of long nights of suffering. He looked up as the guards opened the doors of his prison. Once more he was lead out and down the corridor towards Ryan Schaller's personal chambers.
Magnus knelt before the redheaded warlord. Ryan made a gesture with his hand and the guards left the two of them alone. He felt the hands pry open his mouth as that thick shaft was once more thrusted into his open lips. His teeth slightly grazed against the skin of the shaft. In and out it repeatedly thrusted into his mouth; a trial of salvia linking the hardon with his lips.
The white sperm of Schaller splattered against his face. Rosenbrim showed no emotion. His hands reached up and grabbed hold of Ryan's waist. His head rested against the demon blooded one's hip. Ryan's hand caressed through the long black hair and down the back of Rosenbrim at the same time as though trying to offer some kind of comfort; but Magnus felt no such emotion in the gesture; only lust.
Rosenbrim was flung into his cell. He sat there in silence and nude on the cold floor. His body felt sore from the fresh pain that Ryan Schaller had inflicted upon him. Rosenbrim stood up and walked towards the barred window. He held onto the bars looking into the depths of the moon. His hand reached out towards the moon as he saw the face of Stephen inside of it; only to have the image fade away.
He longed to be with Stephen and lay in bed; listening to the whispers of the night and soft breathing of his lover. He sighed.
******************
He was still young and only seventeen as he felt himself pushed down under the blooming cherry blossoms. Rosenbrim felt the root digging into his back as Stephen's beautiful face grinned down at him. Stephens warm, tender hands caressed the side of Rosenbrim's face.
"I like your black hair, Magnus. Will you do me a favor?" Stephen had asked him.
Rosenbrim looked at him with apprehension, "What is it?"
"Grow it out long. I think you'd look really good if you grew it out." He smiled then as his lips pressed against Magnus'. The young wizard blushed at the kiss as he found his wrists being held by Stephen.
****************
The doors opened as Aes'danan strode through the chambers. The fresh sunlight felt good against his flesh. He stood nude; except for the helmet covering his head and face. His eyes watched with fascination as Lord Schaller instructed him in the ancient language of the demon lords; whom he had recently learned once called themselves Guardians.
The Eye of Elgard would be a powerful tool once he learned to use it's powers for his master. He enjoyed these moments of learning. In his heart pounded a burning emotion that he could not extinquish within the presence of Lord Schaller. What this feeling of fire was, he was not certain. Was it love? No he knew that it could not be love. He loved nothing except destruction. He had scoffed at the notion the moment it had entered into his mind.
His gaze moved from the nude body of Schaller back to that of the Eye of Elgard. The color of it was very pleasing to the eyes of the wizard general. He had brought back in an entire army of undead to be his. He had even sent the Champion of HammerFall out to take care of the Betrayer. He had foreseen that Mikael would betray Lord Schaller and had brought about the resurrection of Niklas Sundine to ensure the death of the Stormblade Warlock.
***********************
Sabbath felt the blade pierced through his left arm. The sword came free as he stumbled back holding onto his bleeding wound. He sent forth another blast of sorcerious energy that the sword once more sucked into it's blade with the most unearthly of sounds.
He was not sure if he could survive this battle and retrieve the Emerald Sword from the Caves of Venon. His long red hair was dishevealed now, and in the way of his eyes; which stung now from perspiration leeking into them.
The sorcerer had only one gamble to play as he noticed that another warrior had just emerged from the Caves and holding of all things the sword that he sought for his master and himself.
"If you slay me you shall not know of where to find the other Seven Keys." Sabbath gasped as his hand still held onto the wounded arm.
"What care I for such things." The demon lord remarked as he charged towards Sabbath. Sabbath's dark green eyes closed waiting for the blow that never came. He slowly opened his eyes to see the human standing before him as a shield against the blow that would have ended his life.
"There are other such powerful weapons?" The green haired male inquired.
Sabbath swallowed down a large spit wad, "Yes."
"Tokuro, I want more power. I am not of demon blood like yourself. These Keys he speaks of may be my end to finally equally you." The green haired one told the demon blooded male.
Tokuro only nodded his head and with some reluctance sheathed his blade.
******************************
Rosenbrim could not tell how much time had passed. He had no memories of the days; only of long nights of suffering. He looked up as the guards opened the doors of his prison. Once more he was lead out and down the corridor towards Ryan Schaller's personal chambers.
Magnus knelt before the redheaded warlord. Ryan made a gesture with his hand and the guards left the two of them alone. He felt the hands pry open his mouth as that thick shaft was once more thrusted into his open lips. His teeth slightly grazed against the skin of the shaft. In and out it repeatedly thrusted into his mouth; a trial of salvia linking the hardon with his lips.
The white sperm of Schaller splattered against his face. Rosenbrim showed no emotion. His hands reached up and grabbed hold of Ryan's waist. His head rested against the demon blooded one's hip. Ryan's hand caressed through the long black hair and down the back of Rosenbrim at the same time as though trying to offer some kind of comfort; but Magnus felt no such emotion in the gesture; only lust.