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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Chrysalis" data-source="post: 1935871" data-attributes="member: 24060">The feet shuffled, the axes beat against the shields, defiant did the celestial confront them with his flame-hewn sword, his golden hair swirling in the light spring breeze. "Do you hear me you warmongerer! Do you hear my cry, I have no wish to battle you all, but if I must, I shall smite you until my love is returned to me in safety."A great hush followed with these words, as the hosts, one fair one foul took stock of each other. A slow drumbeat began from the back of the blood-bound army, growing in tempo until the front-line continued with their stomping and clanging. And as soon as it had started another kind of silence fell across the army.A dark cloaked figure walked with grace and certainty towards the front of the army, each soldier paying obeisance to such power, alongside came a hunched creature many a sword and spear sticking out of its body, it crawled maggot-like eagerly following along as if it were an eager pet nipping at the heels of his master.From deep within the rotted and soiled hood came a voice both melodious and mocking, "you come to eve of battle with only, words? I do not think your troop will give me or my men much pleasure." "The pleasure is not for your taking, foul slave of chaos!” the celestial shouted back, "give me my love back, or else you will soon decorate my sword." "Strong words for a strong man, come let us see if you will still have your love-slave, for a sweet man such as yours will go fonder by the very presence it lacks." Pulling on a chain hidden behind, there comes a whimper as a girl, wild skirted and scared, fighting a lost battle against being drug by the chain, finally landing at the feet of the cloaked figure, cut and bruised. A wail of pure dread escaped her lips upon seeing her true love.Stooping down, harshly fondling her hair and face, "what a pretty thing to fall in love with. I am sure it gave you plenty of sport, did it not. Oh, do not give me such a delightfully hated gaze, she has not been misused. I suppose now you would have me believe in the warrior code, do you think that with your god by your side you shall prevail against me in a duel, in heated battle..." The cloak ripped asunder, revealing a mask both beauteous and cruel, her body armored in blood spattered silver, wings of steel stabbing their way to sky. She lifted the girl to her intricately carved face. The girl's fear mirroring off empty sockets, she continued her sentence ever mocking, "...against your own sister?""What foul mind trickery is this, you who are no more worthy to call upon my dear departed sister's name, than that of the camp harlot. This is my last and final call, leave her be, or by all that is pure and true I will smite thee". His sword changed hue and grew more crackling as a bright diadem encircled his bright locks. His men became more confident.All this time, she had been savouring the ripping of her dress, her gauntleted hands caressing her flesh, each breath of her's stealing that of her victim's "Do not worry, brother, I will save you from your desires. Fulcrum! Knife!" The creature shambled closer and she picked a knife from his body, with a clean strike shearing off the maiden's face, her spirit screaming, her body lacerating into bloody pieces as the soul was sucked down her mouthplate. The face still dripping, she pressed it against her own steel-clad face.The celestial looked on in horror as the sky seemed to dim, watching his love's life being so horribly drained out by that fiend. Tears had dimmed his eyes for but a moment, and as sight returned, a strange sight did he confront. The figure that wore her face, the air began to swirl ominously, the body began twisting and reshaping, the layers of white metal stripping away, as the face upon its face cried once. The armies looked on in awe as the chains dangling and dropped from the girl's hand, hale in face, her dress remade. Not knowing himself, the celestial in a haze of wonder rushed towards her, his troop following, she ran and met him open armed, as both foes joined each other in combat. His lips met hers in a lingering kiss. A sting was the suprise as he found his dagger buried hilt deep in his spurting neck. Her body pressed against his, she whispered in his ear, "come brother let me lead you out of the pain, your blood desires it, your flesh demands it."Pulchra, like most battle-taskers was once a Celestial. Reknown for her beauty, she became for a baatezu, envious of her piety, an item to corrupt. She became conceited and haughty as honey sweetened poison was dripped into her ear by untold agents. Eventually her fall throuigh the love to a mortal was complete, and in her passion she gave away it all to be with her true prince. Arrogance was her ultimate downfall as she treated those with hidden power with contempt. Bruising and hurting those with a brash and angry tongue, until finally the castle was laid siege to by the blood-bound. Her body was offered as tribute, for them to do as they would wish.Her wings were rent, they forced to crawl along the earth with broken limbs, as they slowly fed her prince to her. Until finally her only sustenance was the potion that they forced her to drink. As a final cruel act of torture, her mind long lost, was for her to be encased in the raiment of the blood-bound, she became lost under the weight of what had become of her. There was now no sense of gender or propriety, the last glimmer of the eye forever shut in steel.For untold millennia as a warrior did 'he' fight in the ranks of the blod-bound army, until lust became dim, and in a moment of realization he remembered who was she. The powers of the Celestial, long thought lost even by her former self reawoke, more terrible than ever before. She hid her self behind the blazon of the soldier, and as soldier did he rise. Listening to the whispers during the long marches, during the ensuring millenia as she rose from a soldier of the second host to that of a Talon did she finally piece together with magic and deceit him who was behind the lies that caused her downfall. By this time he had risen to become the commander of the Talons, the Pulchra of old had died a long time and what were once impossible closes of thought, were wide concords. No longer bound in the mind, it was simple to grasp the power in the finger tips of the commander of the Talon. Those who had once manipulated her into her downfall would now list to her tune, as a blood-bound, he manipulated their desires and wants to kill his lord, the battle-tasker of the army, and for him to ascend to the position of the battle-tasker. His masters were pleased with his treatchery, and as a sign of largesse bade him to enter their city. Enter the army did, but not as allies as they thought, but as the serpent. She holds special the memory of her army laying siege to the undefended city, clawing its feeble defences away until it fell. The army being replenished with new recruits and slaves, those who did not turn coat were eagerly feasted upon, as the city flowed and dripped like an abatoir. No longer necessary was for her to hide behind the mask of subservience, and she supped that night on her former downtrodder.With her blood tipped, razor sharp wings, she commands the battlefield with a detached, beauteous, blood-spattered face. Her commitatus, filled with flying creatures are former lovers, she has enjoyed into the blood-bound, each trying out do the other for a heart she no longer possesses.</blockquote>

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