Darkness Ascendant, Part I
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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
905
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.
Prologue
Disclaimer: This is an original story. All characters, concepts, places, names, etc. contained within belong to me and only me. Please respect that.
Warning: Although this is under the category of supernatural/paranormal, it is much more. It is more of a psychologically dark, twisted futuristic, alternate earth thriller with heavy elements of the supernatural/paranormal and slash. The summary warnings are the main ones, though there may be others as the story goes along. Consider yourself warned, this is not a story for the kiddies or the immature.
A/N: Now that all that cover-my-ass BS is out of the way, let me add that Darkness Ascendant is a novel I\'m working on (and have been for a few years). As such it\'ll be long and involved...that means that yes, it does have an actual plot. *grins* In which case...PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK!! Comments, criticisms...hell even flames!! I\'ll welcome it all!!! Besides, since I have most of the story written, the more feedback I get the faster I\'ll update. *wink wink nudge nudge*
Prologue
Copyrighted by Dia Kjaran 2002
The mansion stood on a mountainside, far from most civilization except for the tiny town, village almost, that had sprung up around the river down below. Wind swept over grass, through trees and over wild hills. Streams could be seen distantly in a network along the hillsides and woods. Gray clouds rolled across the sky, blocking out the sun. The light pitter-patter of rain slapped against the glass of a great window of the mansion.
A man stood watching the tiny drops pepper the ground. Sharp angled features full of planes and edges reflected back from the window. A face that should be harsh somehow managed look elegant and distinctive. Olive colored skin, rich thick sun streaked brown hair that curled at the nape of the neck, and sharp brilliant cat green eyes gazed thoughtfully at the world as it unfolded beneath the mountainside. Nothing revealing his thoughts save for the faint flicker of worry glinting in his eyes.
Silence encompassed the massive richly furnished room he stood in. A silence that was broken by one side of the massive double doors swinging open silently shutting again. He didn’t turn around to see who it was for he knew that already. Only one being would disturb him in here. Instead he simply waited, waited for the other to make his way to the window and jump up onto the sill. Even then no words were exchange for a several heartbeats.
“All went well then?” His voice quiet get filled with iron, a hard current to match a harder nature.
*All went as planned. * Came the polite current of a mental voice spiced with a heavy flavor of age that could be felt. Once more silence fell enshrouding the room, pressing down. For a moment the man glanced at his companion, once again marveling at the preternatural exotic grace and beauty of the krehzi. At first glance it looked simply like a cat-a very large cat the size of a bear cub. This one’s fur was a crystalline white like moonlight on snowflakes. What enhanced this effect even more was one of the attributes that defined a krehzi as most definitely not cat. A twin patches of scales, silvery with the same bluish tint that laced his fur. That and the fact that once the spine ended the streaks of scales mingled with fur to form not one but two tails. Both of which were currently wrapped around the compact body. His gaze returned to the window and the gray world outside. Only the presence of a brilliant rainbow off in the distance keeping the sky from being truly gloomy.
*What troubles you Master?* Again that distant politeness in that cool mind voice. His lips curled slightly in a soft humorous smile.
“How often have I told you not to call me that Mavaen?”
* More times than I can count Old Friend.* A definite sense of being laughed at tinted the thought. He chuckled at Mavaen’s response before growing serious once more. Attention returning to the window.
*You have not answered my question.* The reminder was underlined by a demand that could not be ignored. It always amazed him how deferential Mavaen could be to him when the krehzi was old even compared to his great age. But then he would do something to remind him of just who was the senior even if Mavaen did chose to follow his lead, he had to remembered that it was by chose and nothing else.
His eyes grew distant as his thoughts came together, “There is a storm brewing. One far greater than what I had expected.” Mavaen did not respond, his two tails uncurling and flickering back and forth-twitching. No response was given, nor needed. The implications were enough.
* Sor reported in. *
“Ah.” The word was more of a sigh. Sor. Soriata. Mavaen’s chosen mate. As dark as Mavaen was light. Her fur was a deep dark royal purple that almost appeared black while the scales matched the fur for darkness they were a dark wine red. With the temper to match. “And what does Soriata report?”
* She says all the players are in place. It’s only a matter of time now before they come together. *
“So it has begun.”
*Indeed. * Mavaen tilted his head, bringing a paw up to smooth his fur out. *Will you go to them? * He shook his head.
“No. When the time comes they will come to me.” Mavaen nodded and gazed out the window along side his long time friend.
* And you will tell them then? You have decided?*
“Yes.”
* And if they won’t listen? If they chose to follow the old ways. What then?*
He bowed his head, hands clasped behind his back as if a weight too great for him rested in his shoulders, “I don’t know.” Outside the sky grew darker and thunder rumbled in the distance, “I don’t know.”
Warning: Although this is under the category of supernatural/paranormal, it is much more. It is more of a psychologically dark, twisted futuristic, alternate earth thriller with heavy elements of the supernatural/paranormal and slash. The summary warnings are the main ones, though there may be others as the story goes along. Consider yourself warned, this is not a story for the kiddies or the immature.
A/N: Now that all that cover-my-ass BS is out of the way, let me add that Darkness Ascendant is a novel I\'m working on (and have been for a few years). As such it\'ll be long and involved...that means that yes, it does have an actual plot. *grins* In which case...PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK!! Comments, criticisms...hell even flames!! I\'ll welcome it all!!! Besides, since I have most of the story written, the more feedback I get the faster I\'ll update. *wink wink nudge nudge*
Prologue
Copyrighted by Dia Kjaran 2002
The mansion stood on a mountainside, far from most civilization except for the tiny town, village almost, that had sprung up around the river down below. Wind swept over grass, through trees and over wild hills. Streams could be seen distantly in a network along the hillsides and woods. Gray clouds rolled across the sky, blocking out the sun. The light pitter-patter of rain slapped against the glass of a great window of the mansion.
A man stood watching the tiny drops pepper the ground. Sharp angled features full of planes and edges reflected back from the window. A face that should be harsh somehow managed look elegant and distinctive. Olive colored skin, rich thick sun streaked brown hair that curled at the nape of the neck, and sharp brilliant cat green eyes gazed thoughtfully at the world as it unfolded beneath the mountainside. Nothing revealing his thoughts save for the faint flicker of worry glinting in his eyes.
Silence encompassed the massive richly furnished room he stood in. A silence that was broken by one side of the massive double doors swinging open silently shutting again. He didn’t turn around to see who it was for he knew that already. Only one being would disturb him in here. Instead he simply waited, waited for the other to make his way to the window and jump up onto the sill. Even then no words were exchange for a several heartbeats.
“All went well then?” His voice quiet get filled with iron, a hard current to match a harder nature.
*All went as planned. * Came the polite current of a mental voice spiced with a heavy flavor of age that could be felt. Once more silence fell enshrouding the room, pressing down. For a moment the man glanced at his companion, once again marveling at the preternatural exotic grace and beauty of the krehzi. At first glance it looked simply like a cat-a very large cat the size of a bear cub. This one’s fur was a crystalline white like moonlight on snowflakes. What enhanced this effect even more was one of the attributes that defined a krehzi as most definitely not cat. A twin patches of scales, silvery with the same bluish tint that laced his fur. That and the fact that once the spine ended the streaks of scales mingled with fur to form not one but two tails. Both of which were currently wrapped around the compact body. His gaze returned to the window and the gray world outside. Only the presence of a brilliant rainbow off in the distance keeping the sky from being truly gloomy.
*What troubles you Master?* Again that distant politeness in that cool mind voice. His lips curled slightly in a soft humorous smile.
“How often have I told you not to call me that Mavaen?”
* More times than I can count Old Friend.* A definite sense of being laughed at tinted the thought. He chuckled at Mavaen’s response before growing serious once more. Attention returning to the window.
*You have not answered my question.* The reminder was underlined by a demand that could not be ignored. It always amazed him how deferential Mavaen could be to him when the krehzi was old even compared to his great age. But then he would do something to remind him of just who was the senior even if Mavaen did chose to follow his lead, he had to remembered that it was by chose and nothing else.
His eyes grew distant as his thoughts came together, “There is a storm brewing. One far greater than what I had expected.” Mavaen did not respond, his two tails uncurling and flickering back and forth-twitching. No response was given, nor needed. The implications were enough.
* Sor reported in. *
“Ah.” The word was more of a sigh. Sor. Soriata. Mavaen’s chosen mate. As dark as Mavaen was light. Her fur was a deep dark royal purple that almost appeared black while the scales matched the fur for darkness they were a dark wine red. With the temper to match. “And what does Soriata report?”
* She says all the players are in place. It’s only a matter of time now before they come together. *
“So it has begun.”
*Indeed. * Mavaen tilted his head, bringing a paw up to smooth his fur out. *Will you go to them? * He shook his head.
“No. When the time comes they will come to me.” Mavaen nodded and gazed out the window along side his long time friend.
* And you will tell them then? You have decided?*
“Yes.”
* And if they won’t listen? If they chose to follow the old ways. What then?*
He bowed his head, hands clasped behind his back as if a weight too great for him rested in his shoulders, “I don’t know.” Outside the sky grew darker and thunder rumbled in the distance, “I don’t know.”