In the hour of Darkness
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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
818
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
In the hour of Darkness
Authors notes: Well, this wrs written late at night, so please, I know there may be a lot of spelling mistakes. My spell corrector does not work.... But, I am in need for a beta reader for this story, so if anyone want to, I would be over joyed.
Disclaimer: I own Ulvar, and I own this story, e for for the character Malek Malchaiah (if I spelled that right....) He is my friends\'s character, and I am using him with permission.
Well, get ready, for there t comes.
Keys: // flashbacks //
****
Prolouge
The branches knocked against his face like angry whips, tearing at his skin, shredding it to threads. The blood, that allmost looked like pure silver. Poured down his cheek and neck. Along the blood did also tears drip down like small rivers, washing the blood with it.
“Holy Bast, please.. please.. forgive me...” his voice were horsce, as if he had been screaming in sorrow for hours. That was to close to the thruth then for comfort. He stumbed on, hoping to e the the horible sight that he had seen, behind him forever.
Allthought he knew that would not be the truth. He knew, deep inside, that the sight of his lovers body, dismembered and horrible mutilated, would always come back behind his eyelids each time he closed his eyes.
He stopped for a second to catch his breath, panting like he had ran for hours. Maybe not that untrue. He was not sure of anything anymore.
ing ing against a old tree trunk, slimy with old fungus, and that made him shiver from top to bottom, he tried to breath. It was now he felt how cold he really was. Wrapping his arms protectivly around himself, he took a sobbing breath and breathed out hot air that immediatly turned to a white cloud. “Oh gods... forgive me.. forgive me...” His legs gave under, and he landed on his knees in the deep mud that covered the forest around him. The clammy feeling and the mud made him slightly more avare of his surroundings.
Was not this the same place he had tried to escape from? He tried to remember, but the more he tried to see it, the more it slipped away from him. What had happned? He closed his eyes.
“Its my fault...” He was not sure if it even escaped his lips, but who cared. He was the only one there anyways. “Oh gods oh gods...” He whispered over and over again, while shaking his head slowly from side to side. It hurt so bad.
//“Ulvar, what are you doing...?” The red eyes looked at him confused, before the glove covered hand went up to the sword burrowed deep inside his chest. The red eyes were full of confusion, before he said. “You know I cannot die..” He started, but suddenly, his eyes widned, and a silent scream left his lips as the sword was pulled up, cleaving his lover in two. Ulvar fell screaming to the ground when he realised what he had done. //
“Nononononono...” He rolled his head back and forth, trying to block out the images storming into his mind.
//A soft kiss was placed on his lips, and cold fingers travled over his bare stomach. “I promise I will never leave you..” //
Never Leave You
“But you have...!... I made you leave me...” He said, the yellow eyes rolling back into his head, and a strange sound emitted from his lips, making every living creature a mile away to jump in fear.
A deamon scream
Disclaimer: I own Ulvar, and I own this story, e for for the character Malek Malchaiah (if I spelled that right....) He is my friends\'s character, and I am using him with permission.
Well, get ready, for there t comes.
Keys: // flashbacks //
****
Prolouge
The branches knocked against his face like angry whips, tearing at his skin, shredding it to threads. The blood, that allmost looked like pure silver. Poured down his cheek and neck. Along the blood did also tears drip down like small rivers, washing the blood with it.
“Holy Bast, please.. please.. forgive me...” his voice were horsce, as if he had been screaming in sorrow for hours. That was to close to the thruth then for comfort. He stumbed on, hoping to e the the horible sight that he had seen, behind him forever.
Allthought he knew that would not be the truth. He knew, deep inside, that the sight of his lovers body, dismembered and horrible mutilated, would always come back behind his eyelids each time he closed his eyes.
He stopped for a second to catch his breath, panting like he had ran for hours. Maybe not that untrue. He was not sure of anything anymore.
ing ing against a old tree trunk, slimy with old fungus, and that made him shiver from top to bottom, he tried to breath. It was now he felt how cold he really was. Wrapping his arms protectivly around himself, he took a sobbing breath and breathed out hot air that immediatly turned to a white cloud. “Oh gods... forgive me.. forgive me...” His legs gave under, and he landed on his knees in the deep mud that covered the forest around him. The clammy feeling and the mud made him slightly more avare of his surroundings.
Was not this the same place he had tried to escape from? He tried to remember, but the more he tried to see it, the more it slipped away from him. What had happned? He closed his eyes.
“Its my fault...” He was not sure if it even escaped his lips, but who cared. He was the only one there anyways. “Oh gods oh gods...” He whispered over and over again, while shaking his head slowly from side to side. It hurt so bad.
//“Ulvar, what are you doing...?” The red eyes looked at him confused, before the glove covered hand went up to the sword burrowed deep inside his chest. The red eyes were full of confusion, before he said. “You know I cannot die..” He started, but suddenly, his eyes widned, and a silent scream left his lips as the sword was pulled up, cleaving his lover in two. Ulvar fell screaming to the ground when he realised what he had done. //
“Nononononono...” He rolled his head back and forth, trying to block out the images storming into his mind.
//A soft kiss was placed on his lips, and cold fingers travled over his bare stomach. “I promise I will never leave you..” //
Never Leave You
“But you have...!... I made you leave me...” He said, the yellow eyes rolling back into his head, and a strange sound emitted from his lips, making every living creature a mile away to jump in fear.
A deamon scream