Heavenly Bodies

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Heavenly Bodies: The Edge of Soul
Chapter I: Rebirth of the Serinn
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Miasma surrounds the moons radiance in a lonely autumn night sky. Shadowy eyes silently stare off into the distance, rhythmically contemplating thoughts; as chilling droplets of cold autumn rain beat against the warmth of their bodies. Howling wind filled with smoke laces around his lengthy midnight hair, as the droplets of rain become beaded jewels intertwine; causing a sparkle in the flicker of the balcony torch light.

It did not matter the unrelenting, irregular, precipitation, soaked clear through the fabric of his blood stained clothing, nor the chill that gnawed down to the very fiber of his bones. The slight tinge of painful memories crept upon his mind, as he clinches at his chest, holding the lifeless delicate body against him; willing his body numb. Utterly lost in the sense of letting go, as the rhythmic vibration slows over his body; tired of the hunt, tired of the smell of blood, tired of everything he did, till this very moment.

……..no longer in the affection of the unresponsive body in his hands………
He truly knew now that he is cursed, and the rain that beat upon him was the only thing he could feel…wet…cold and alone…
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Vordak shoots straight up in his bed, hyperventilating, clutching his chest, gasping for air. Sweat slick skin clung to his sheets in protest as he moves slowly to the edge of his bed; still hold his head in a daze. The dreams haunt him relentlessly each night; trapped in the utter realism of them, every essence of these dreams clinging to his skin, like the sweated sheets. Shaking his head as if shaking the dream off his body, he slowly raises.

The lavish underground bed chambers air chills his naked body; he looks to the end of his bed sseing his neatly prepared armor spread over an elegantly chiseled stone chair. Vordak quickly walks over to the wash bowl and takes a damp cloth to his skin. The washcloth moves over the strikingly attractive humanoid; whose tan squared features, frame exquisite stern eyes of swirling gold and purple. Small purple sunbursts decorate the sides of his temples like war paint. The long black flow of hair clips the small of his back, which he soon tied off in a silver sash. He moves away from the wash bowl and begins to dress. Grey leather armor edged in ornate metal and onyx filigree meets the black silk of sashes and cape, protecting the firm, heavily endowed body beneath.

Vordak walks over to a small area in his room, highly decorated with weapons. He reaches for a short sword sheathed in grey leather, which slightly glows neon blue to his touch. Those who come across Vordak never leave without a strong impression of Yiyto, the neon blue power blade, sheathed at his side.
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Walking into the large passage heading to the breakfast hall, Vordak is greeted by the morning hall guards; know doubt his father would have word of his knew duties; and maybe the occasional argument would arise to wake him up from the slumbering fog in his mind. Vordak finally arrives at his destination; the large area of the great breakfast hall . It is not much of an eye catcher; it is one of the most mundane areas in the stronghold.

Sitting at the furthest end of a large dark stone table, Vordak could see his father ‘Master Vie’ak; a handsomely old man with a stoutly frame; chiseled face worn by the years, with golden sun starbursts symbols on each temple. Long grey hair slips past his shoulders, on to his chest. His body adorn by courtly embroidered robes. He is both feared and respected as a diplomat and warrior; however, his youthful days have past. He has graceful laid his fighting armor down to allow his men and son to fight in his stead.

“Vordak please be seated, there is an urgent matter I must discuss and I have no need to lecture you this morning.” his father says sternly with one eye narrowed greatly; hands pressing firmly on the stone table as his body leans forward.

Vordak knew the only true training his father cared to give him these days is in the areas of diplomacy; and Vordak neither cared for it, nor wanted to hear it this early in the morning. Vordak smirks at his thoughts while shuffling towards his father and slowly seats himself, while being quickly served by staff.

Vie’ak begins to speak, his features look pained and his face reddens. “Your cousin Kithius has sent word that your uncle continually weakens each day. As the curse continues crippling my brother; the city of Thar went under attack by the Drachma. I need you to assist Kithius, taking the R.A.S. to aide in the protection of your uncle’s city boarders. I will not have any further affronts on the bloodline!” Vie’ak sternly shouts, as he pounds his fists into the stone table.

Seemly unaffected by his fathers actions, Vordak speaks with no emotion; \"Very well father, is there anything else you wish of me?”

“No Vordak, not at this time”; Vie’ak’s grey hair spills down his back in waves as he stands abruptly and leaves. “Undergods, this has to work” Vie\'ak thinks quietly to himself as he walks out the breakfast hall.
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Over the pasts five days of the journey to Thar, an ominous atmosphere bore heavily upon Vordak\'s shoulders; each subterranean local they past had a set of its own tragedies. He continues not to feel valiant about anything on their journey. “How, can I help my clansmen, if I can not save my own uncle from a curse?” Wars are raging between subterranean clans and various vermin plague the lesser cities. The “Serinn” bloodline is respected and feared; and known to be the strongest and fierce of all the clan tribes. However no matter the stature of Vordak’s bloodline, his Uncle has fallen victim to a wicked curse; which seems to have crippled the clans resolve.

\"We approach the city, Thar!” a scout announces, which breaks Vordak\'s thoughts; he quickly gathers himself, feeling the day would not be eventful.
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Upon reaching the city entrance his men made haste to the barracks of the city; reporting to their posts and duties, while Vordak is scurried away to meet with dignitaries within the campaign hall. While leaning over a city map; Vordak begins to explain the itinerary of what his men are doing with the guard captain and battle commanders; who in turn begin to brief him of the attack on the city. As much as Vordak loved war and the games that came along with them, he hated his courtly duties. He wished to get away as soon as possible, from the boorish men. As Vordak tires to seem interested standing in the campaign hall, he spies his cousin Kithius.

Kithius; a devilishly handsome humanoid, whose pale chiseled features, frame seductive deep narrow eyes; they seem to crackle and spark like purple-blue firelight. Two small crimson razor lighting blots grace each temple, alerting those around of his lineage. Long slivery flowing hair moves freely around his body, swaying past his lower back. Cream leather armor, adorn in sapphires and silver metal; complements the sliver silk sashes and crimson cape; protecting a seductive unyielding body beneath.

Kithius is adored by the local children of his empire; always fascinated by his assortment of throwing knives and parlor tricks. However, as pleasant as Kithius is to enthralled urchins; men coward in fear of the destruction, devastation and mayhem of Biyto; a crimson glowing power blade hilted to his side.
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“Just want I need, please Kithius get me out of here.” Vordak thought to him self.

“Dear, Cousin I can hear your thoughts loud and clear, no need to make the whole room hear you.” Kithius starts to grin ear to ear, knowing his telepathy is much greater than of his cousin. He dares him, with a mischievous look in his eyes to respond with out any other person in the room hearing him.

Vordak, having yet to master direct contact of his kin; barely manages using the ability with other species; ever since that dire incident. Vordak knew very well Kithius would not let him live it down.

…. (Evocation)…..
Vordak was at the yearly dinner festival sitting at a large table with nobility, aristocrats and such. He was trying to speak telepathically to a high princess; totally unaware of the many stares, outs burst of laughter and appalled faces staring at him. When he finally realized he was speaking to the whole table; his face turned beat red, it was not a shinning moment in his life
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“Fuck you, you fucking bastard, get me the hell out of this …or so help me…..” This time Vordak is sure none of the men hear him, or see the discomfort on his face. “I am actually improving,” he thought to himself.

“My poor cousin, you hurt my feelings” Kithius smirks at Vordak, knowing very well he is teasing him harshly.
Kithius walks up to the men, as they bowed in his direction; before the men can restart another conversation on battle strategies, Kithius starts to speak. “Excuse me men, as much as I would love to speak with you on these very important battle tactical matters, don’t you think it odd you hold my cousin from seeing his uncle?”

The men shoot Kithius very worried looks; they are scared they had for gotten formalities of this nature. It is considered an insult for the bloodline not to greet each other first. Apologetically the commanders bow while one of the commanders speaks. “Master Itiko\'s condition didn’t seem to warrant it, so it did not seem so dire. We did not think….”

“Yes you did not think of my father,” Kithius said cutting off the commander; with a smug look upon his face. Kithius starts to drag Vordak by the collar as they left the captains to their battle debates.
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Once outside the campaign hall, the two men stood face to face.

\"You couldn’t come up anything better than that?\" Vordak said while he pushed Kithius aside. “What in the 14 dimensions is wrong with you?\" Vordak clenches his fists at his sides.

“Vordak I am sorry, what was I to say, I wanted to head to the local brothels with my cousin instead of hearing boorish discussions of battles I wasn’t around to see?” Kithius did not look one bit sad at the fate of what he had done, and Vordak could not be truly upset with him.

“So tell me Kithius; now that you have saved me from the clutches of boredom; Biyto and Yiyto are itching to get into some trouble, what shall we do while we still have time before our duties of slaying those damned Drachma commence?”

“My dear cousin,” Kithius eyes narrow. “Dose your father, tell you anything?”

“Tell me what Kithius; not to frequent the local brothels or are there more creatures out there than originally thought?”

“Something like that cousin,” Kithius smirks.

“Don’t let that alarm you cousin,” Kithius walks off down the hall.

Vordak follows after Kithius in a steady pace, “Me be alarmed Kithius, Ha!”
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The prince follows his cousin down the long hall; it is full of memories of when they were small children. They didn’t seem to have a care in the world then, or so he thought. Kithius and Vordak share the same fate, not only in tragedy, but of being the heirs to kingdoms they couldn’t even fathom.

Suddenly memories flood his mind, and somehow images of his dream take hold of him. Vordak clenches his chest trying to breath, slowly moving his hand to his pounding head. It is too much; he finally extends his arm up against the wall, holding himself steady. Kithius slowly turns around after not hearing his cousin following him. “What is it Vordak?” Kithius said with concern; which would have thrown anyone off balance as he often did not speak with out some condescending arrogance in his tone.

“I…. I am just having one of my headaches; I will be fine…I just need to walk it off. Vordak quickly walks off past his cousin. No mother or siblings to confide in; Kithius is the only one who understood him. However, showing him these emotions that haunt Vordak, would be showing his cousin weakness. He couldn’t allow himself to do that.

There is nothing Kithius could do; he understood his cousins frequent panic attacks.. He let his cousin walk off, so he could get a hold of himself.

\"Don\'t forget to meet me at our spot Vordak!\" Kithius said as his cousin vanishes down the hall.
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Vordak stumbles and leans up against a stone corner of a wall; as hot stinging tears flow down his cheeks. His legs unable to take the emotion, gave way out from under him. Easing down to the hard floor; his right leg folds up against his chest, arms clasp around his knees, his forehead lowering as hair spills over his face like a dark hood.

...… (Evocation)……
Images of Kithius and Vordak as children; laughing, playing and growing up; abruptly cutting into images of smoke, people and military dying in flame. Soon he is on the balcony with the body of his sister in his arms slowly dying, his mother and aunt bound naked together and poisoned; Kithius feverishly untying them in a state of horrid denial. Vordak watch the moon, and then his gaze was upon their fathers battling below, in a chasm, filled with slain warriors... their fathers not knowing they failed to save them…
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\"We have to get on with our lives; we are responsible for the rebirth of the Serinn clan.” he thought of his fathers words, while pressing the tension of his emotions into his knees. Vordak’s emotional pain seemed to flutter, as he brought himself to some rational. Vordak slowly rose to his feet, dusting off his clothing and decides to go about the city of Thar for some fresh cavern air.
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The city weaves in and out of underground caverns and mountain range ravines; he turns his head upwards to see in amazement the millions of gem stones on the cavern walls. It was like being on the outer most surface and seeing the surface dwelling stars. After gem gazing, Vordak notices he is patrolling the seedier side of the city; which consists of strange bazaars, illegal drug trafficking, thievery and murder among other necessities of life... that run the particular hot spots. However Vordak’s uncle was relentless in allowing the shabbier side of life the best places to repent for their sins; and built numerous lavish temples close to the borders of the city.

Vordak comes to a startling halt; he feels a strange sense, just like he did when he was training his powers last week. He looks to his left and sees that he is at the Draknth Temple; where Kithius is to meet him shortly. Vordak decides to go inside the temple, and wait.
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Vordak walks in to the temple, the entrance is done up elaborately; sliver, gold, and forest blue embroider silk hangs over white marble walls. Each side of the entrance has a fountain that holds everlasting pure water, which heals those that make donations to the Undergods. The doors to the main hall are of a strong dark wood; decorated with fine details of many war victories, the Undergods and the every day lives of the citizens of the city of Thar.

As Vordak opens the doors to the temple, he could see the floors are all marble white, with rows of dark wood benches on each side of long aisle; blue-forest velvet embroider rugs running the length of the aisle. The towering cathedral temple ceilings are decorative. The color that most shows is a very dark blue hue, from the blue candle scones; that adorn the temples cathedral balconies.

Vordak continues to slowly move down the aisles; when in the corner of his eye, he thinks he see something moving in the shadows. He unsheathes Yiyto; the blue neon light silhouettes his face. The blue neon light seems to dance around him in a circle and bounce back off the wood chairs. Vordak begins to stalk down the aisle slowly; his eyes shifting left to right, as his body braces it self, bending his knees slightly in front of him, making sure he can watch his back.
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All of a sudden a luminance purple light floods his sight. The light surrounds a figure that he could not make out, towards the far end of the temple. He quickens his pace, he is extremely irate that he could not sense this being well enough before he came inside this temple.

\"Who\'s there? Rest ashore I will kill you, rip you limb from limb, and leave your head at your families door step, if you so as much as lay one finger on me!” says a very angry female voice down the temple aisle.

\"How dare you speak to me ... leave at once before I show you what severing a head, is really all about!” barks Vordak

The eerier luminance starts to get brighter as two large whips appear in spirals, coming closer towards him. Vordak briskly runs to the left row of seats, and then down the aisle, running extremely fast avoiding the on coming attacks. Spiral purple strings lash near his head, just barely missing him. He ducks behind a row of seats; near by chairs brake apart in pieces, as debris lands on his clothing.
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Vordak comes up from behind the chairs and throws a blue energy blast from Yiyto; ripping through rows of chairs and marble floor, rendering them scraps of wood and chucks of stone, blown every which way leading straight at his target.

The targets purple light seems to dissipate slightly, and a womanly grunt is heard. Vordak knew he had to finish this off and needed a vantage point.

Vordak quickly runs towards the right balcony, leaps up upon some seats, grazes off the wall and jumps high on the second ledged balcony of the temple.

“Is that all you got bitch!” he yells down.

“That was just a warm up asshole!” she yells back.

“What the fuck??…., Vordak suddenly notices to his horror that she is on the balcony too.

Vordak quickly jumps off the balcony; his back facing the ground, as he shoots blasts of blue neon light in her direction. Just before he lands, back flips, somersaults, tumbles and rolls into some seats. He quickly gets up, and dashes to the far left to find covering.

“This is utter Bullshit, I need to end this quickly; surely the city garrison would be here by now, with the loud noises we are making. This damn temple is going to tumble down around us both, and I am not going to be responsible for rebuilding it if I make it out alive. I have to figure out what her weapon is,” he thinks to himself as he wipes away sweat from his brow.
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Just then he sees her standing where she last was in her fighting stance, looking for his presence. He tumbles out of the shadows and rolls up into a running pace down the long aisle, straight at her. Yiyto in the air fiercely glowing brightly; with quick paces he leaps in the air making a blue shield around him, as she flings purple energy blots in his direction.

He could see it clearly now, she had a strange whip that seems to glow like her. “Depart this life, Bitch!” shouting as he bore down on her location; she quickly leaps out of the way and rolls to her side.

Vordak\'s eyes grow larger when he notices his fate.

“Oh Shit!” he said out loud.

Vordak smashes head on into the pulpit. He looks like a mangled mess, wood is broken ever were around him, he legs and arms bent in funny directions; hair disheveled; full of wood chucks, particles, and dust.

The rapid beating of his heart is drowned out by giggles from the female he was just perusing.

“Now that’s showing me how to server a head!” she wailed in laughter, adding insult to injury.

He got himself up from the rumble, dusting himself off and slowly stalks towards her. He raises Yiyto up while looking down at the laughing wench.

“So you think this is funny bitch! ……maybe I will show you after all whose head will be rolling.” throwing the words at her like daggers.

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A door opens to the far left side of the cathedral. Vordak turns quickly to see what it is, edging away from the female keeping his front to her and the door.

\"Prince Vordak, do not be alarmed, I see you have met your meechi, noblewoman Sava,” said a familiar voice in the darkness.

“Lord Talon”, the prince recognized his power instructor\'s voice.

Sava stands and walks slowly over to Vordak; her exotic beauty, deceivingly sweet an innocent looking, yet exuding an unusual electrical sexual stance. Sparkling midnight hair, autumn highlights;’ dances around her honey-golden brown complexion. Exquisitely seductive almond shaped eyes, with greenish- gold flecked pupils; pulled at even the most standoffish of males. A full body cat-suit of light midnight leather armor shows off her curvy frame. Her weapon of choice “Riza” a strong purple power whip, is always at her side to help lasso her next victim in.

As soon as he looks back up at Lord Talon more pissed than he was during the fight, he sees Kithius walk in behind him, moving out in the opening, with an even more unfamiliar female face behind him. He could tell Kithius wasn’t in the best of moods either, and his weapon of choice is glowing strongly.

\"What, were you in on this too Kithius?, I will surely kill the both of you!” said Vordak accusingly.

Kithius almost preferred the offer sympathetically; however spoke more smugly than ever.

“Honestly dear cousin can you not see that I share the same fate as you?” I was heading to the concubine chambers and met this…ummmm …lovely young lady.” Vordak could see very well Kithius is not going to provoke her at his back.

“Allow me to introduce you to her cousin; this is noblewoman Resethia, the sister of noblewoman Sava” ; a gorgeous humanoid steps out from behind Kithius, whose long wavy silvery auburn hair, flows like water over her silky tan skin. Sweet almond mauve-eyes seem too sparkly and glow upon her gentle soft womanly face. It seems her weapons of choice; two twin short swords were glowing neon green. A kind, gentle smile on her face shows; “You may call me Ri-Ri, and these two short swords are “Hina-Hino” she proclaims as she steps back behind Kithius.
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“Yes, these are your meechi’s, and also my other students,” Talon says with a bit of humor in his tone.

“Since your uncle is unable to preside over your cousins royal duties; your father took his rightful place and order you both to enrich the bloodline.”

As Talon is speaking; Resethia walks pass Vordak to her sister. They both embrace and start giggling about their fights; asking how they did.

Both Kithius and Vordak look at each other, “How could these two bitches talk about their greeting them like it was another training session?” Then they look at Lord Talon like there is going to be hell to pay soon.

“I suppose Kithius and I knew one day we were to meet this obligation, but Talon why in the Undergods NOW?” Vordak angry yet wearily yells, while putting Yiyto back in his sheath.

\"The clans are at war, many challenge your positions since the mysterious illness of Master Itiko and the fighting retirement of Master Vie’ak. You four are to return to the palace, gather supplies as needed leave the safety of the carven and go upon the surface dwellings and find a way to release the curse on Master Itiko. This is to be your marriages right; this day was in tradition, the day of “the couple’s journey”.. However this journey is dire for the life of the clans.\" Talon turns around and walks back out of the temple, happy with the out come.
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As they all leave the temple, there is an uneasy feeling. Vordak and Kithius stay a few paces behind the females regarding the situation.

Realizing the humor in Kithius eyes; Vordak shows a- not- in- a -happy- mood -glare, in his direction.

“Cousin, did you really mean what you said about killing me?” Kithius smiles delightfully.