Post by EmperorMyric on Dec 16, 2017 18:45:12 GMT
Naga had doubled over in pain, clutching his head with his massive black claws as he roared. the terrible sound quickly filled the room with echoes."WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?!" Naga screamed, his voice sounding more monstrous than before. he fell to the ground in pain, his tails writhing and lashing in every direction wildly. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?!" his claws began to tear into his own head. Without warning naga's howls of pain suddenly turn into laughter which quickly replaced the echoes, a wicked grin curved around his head. "What have you done, little one?" his hands holding his sides as he laughed.
The shift to laughter was both expected and surprising. It felt expected as I was there, feeling the thoughts he thought, though thankfully I have learned how not to tap into the sensory information he was feeling.
"You tried to kill me." I said, a strangely heated rush coming from the words as I realized that there was a degree of pleasure in what I was doing now. This bothered me immensely, for pleasure from causing pain was not a thing I enjoyed. That was Naga's subconscious talking, and it was a crude and unappealing thing.
My corpse had been thrown in his first convulsions into that wall of fog, but promptly returned, staggering out of the black with a strangely oily residue over its skin. It moved erratically on broken bones, and behind it, dragging like some perverted bridal veil, intestines fell along the floor, leaving it slick with red.
"At our height," I made the corpse whisper, its head remaining downcast towards its open chest, "my people moved stars across the heavens. We would align them and realign them and bring terrible things out of their slumber in accordance with our will. We played with gods, Lord Nagaetros, and when we were done with them, we'd put them back to sleep, like a toy in a box." I couldn't move the corpse too quickly now; Nagaetros was still dealing with the fact that that dimunitive, disemboweled woman was slowly moving towards him.
"You tried to kill me," I repeated, "and I came to you with questions."
Naga stopped laughing as he calmly turned to his side and looked at the form in front of him. Another laugh escaped his mouth. "This was a very interesting attempt to add another god to your toy box, little one." he said to the corpse. "Tell me, did you enjoy the show? I hope so, you certainly had a good seat for it." he said to himself.
I felt a strong, STRONG desire to inflict more pain on that creature; its malicious nature was utterly tempting, and I could feel the desire to just unleash every kind of torture upon that creature. The poor thing was cursed, in a sense, in that I could not kill it; though I suppose I could if I studied long enough, but even for I such things are daunting and not worth the effort involved. But Nagetros' malice was so utterly evil that I desperately wished for the release of just pain-pure, purifying, putrifying pain upon his body.
"You do not belong in a box," I manipulated the corpse into saying, though I was still having issues with getting its head to rise to meet Naga's eyes. The nature of playing games with neural networks is that the more the person being played-and I say that not as an insult, but as if they were an instrument-but that the more the person being played understands, the more you are able to make him see, feel, and ultimately, do. Pain is easy, as it is only a sensation. But one must play a beautiful tune across all the spectrums; hopes and fears, sight and smell and touch, to create the greatest effect.
"No, you do not belong in a box." I repeated it forcefully, restraining the quiet pulsing fury I felt begging to be unleashed. "Our height is a passed thing, and I for one never partook in those games. But..." I added, as I finally began to make the head raise, slowly, mechanically upwards, with shaky motions. "...I want to talk about Shaw."
"And you don’t belong in my head!" Naga let out a growling laugh from his jaws, black fog poured out from each exhale. "There is a tinge of irony in this somewhere, I know it."
"Nor do I deserve to look like this," the corpse murmured, as it seemed to look over its shredded physique. One of its hands ran along a length of intestine hanging out of the open chest cavity, and it made me shudder again to envision the sensation. "But here we are." I wanted to laugh with him again, and this time the irony of it seemed to merit the feeling. I ended up with an awkward, untasteful chuckle.
"Shall we talk about Shaw?" I forced the point, almost hoping he would decline so I could try another round on him. There was a lot of flesh to play with in Nagaetros, and I had every desire to do so; but I fought it back, with effort. I was rather amazed the damn thing could tolerate itself with all the hatred it carried.
"It would be bad business to reveal my client's secrets." He said to himself as he stood on all fours and began walking along the borders of the clearing. "It also goes against my own interests." While he acknowledged the corpse-like avatar in the clearing, he no longer paid it any attention. "Besides, it might be in your interest to know the situation you’ve put yourself in." Naga's smile turned into a wicked grin, baring all his teeth at the thought.
She knew there would be risks. She knew it many times over, in fact. She had practiced this meeting dozens of times; and each time, she left it a little less harmed than before. The early ones, she barely limped away with her sanity intact, and she would nurse herself back from the brink over months upon months, upon months. That was an advantage of being a time traveler, of being Flux-nothing was written in stone, and she had prepared well, bruised greatly, and suffered much in preparing for this. Each time, Naga would attempt to kill her, and only then would she begin to inquire with force. She had hoped over those many times that eventually, she would have a dignified conversation with the devil. Unfortunately, the devil was rarely dignified.
"That was not the answer that would have been best for you, No-Hope." She said with considerable more ease; by the point that the drake realized he had a visitor in his mind, she could manipulate the body with ease. She could not hope to keep pace with the drake as it paced, but she didn't have to. Instead, she clipped the nerves leading to his limbs. If he didn't cooperate, she would begin the pain in earnest...and disturbingly, she looked forward to it.
Naga stumbled, slowing down in his repeated path. "You are delving deep into chaos, little one." his smile faltered once more only to return." Are you sure you'll be able to escape it?”
"If I do not escape it," she admonished him, feeling a fury rise inside her that suited her for the purpose, "then I spend eternity with the potential to cause you the greatest suffering imaginable. I would be spending eternity tormenting the mind, the body, and the soul of the monstrosity that gives Shaw his power. Time is not on my side, No-Hope," she added with a degree of excitement that hinted at some variety of sadistic pleasure, "time IS my side. It would be inevitible that you would one day rescind Shaw's power in exchange for an escape." Being in Nagaetros' mind was like feeling oneself fall into a chasm with no particular end; and terrifyingly it was a pleasant sort of fall.
Abruptly, the scene began to change, but it was the same still; yet as Nagaetros watched, Jester, Shuck and Grimm abruptly ran and darted about the room, and the great drake's perspective shifted. He was back on his throne, and everything beyond it was racing with incredible speed. Time was rapidly rewinding, replaying, and it seemed that the only thing that moved normally was the unhallowed corpse of the visitor he had disembowled, which moved with ungodly grace through the teething swarms of movement across the floor of his court.
"So, this is the game you wish to play. The evil you hold in your heart suits you well." he said, watching the events before him unfold. "You’ve become another voice in my head." Naga joked.
The worst part about it was Nagaetros was right. It did suit me well. By cohabitating a mind, you inherently have to embrace a part of the other, and in Nagaetros the desire to harm reflected back upon him with dire intents. I was becoming quite comfortable with it, something I would reflect back upon later with a great degree of distaste.
“One of many.” I whispered back, as a much louder voice took over the scene.
“I cry your pardon for my entrance unannounced Lord Naga!” The voice abruptly struck his ears, and I heard it through him as such. Out of the shadows limped a calvera, its pace shaky and unsteady in nature. Nagaetros could hear himself speak in response to his visitor, though it was not so much himself speaking as his memory.
“You wish to speak with me?” The great drake replied evenly. It was a strange experience, for the bald woman’s corpse moved swiftly across the floor towards the visitor.
“But of course,” Shaw replied, and my corpse scowled at the memory of the thing. I didn’t so much want to scowl as I felt myself scowling out of a compelling hatred, but I continued to concentrate on holding it in check. But I needed a release, so I gave myself a small indulgence; I blocked open a valve in the great drake’s mighty heart, leading to a gasp of pain from the monster. I ignored this, as I ignored the truth in his earlier statement: the evil in my heart suits me well.
“Let’s talk about Shaw.” I said, feeling a degree of coldness to my tone. “Yes, let’s. Let’s talk about Shaw!” My corpse clapped its hands together loudly but Shaw, being but a memory, was oblivious to the intruder’s presence. “You found a good pawn in Shaw, didn’t you. Chaos. Lots of it. Lots to feed on!” I said with gusto, before falling silent for a pause. I was sounding like him now, to a degree; that chaotic excitement was not the spirit I held.
He could sense the satisfaction she felt after every little bit of pain she caused him, no matter how insignficant or temporary. This was an interesting game, one that no one had dared to try before. Naga enjoyed the challenge, he welcomed all she could throw at him and more if able. he wondered just how far he could get her to go. Naga's soulshard began glowing once more, this time much brighter and slowly intensifying. a hissing sound accompanied the glow, growing louder the brighter it got. "You wish to talk with me, fine. Although, who is to say any truth will accompany my words?"
"Why, me of course." The corpse said mockingly, as the scene froze. Shaw was caught in mid limp in the memory, and I extended a shredded hand out to grasp the timecaster's chin gently.
"Alas, poor Yorick!" I felt like laughing, laughing for a long time, and I started to, and my corpse started to, and it felt good, it felt better than good-and then I stopped.
He...he was getting to me. Ooh. Clever man. Clever thing, anyway.
A major drawback of cohabitation is that the subject gradually develops neurotic behavior the longer you communicate. With a human or near human, it generally lasts at most ninety seconds before they begin manifesting themselves, but Nagaetros' mind was much larger, and I had much more time to play in it. But the other side of that coin was that I had to spend more time in it, more time in contact with his vile ideas, and they were corrosive things. I was enjoying this too much because I was beginning to think like him.
"The thing IS," I said forcefully through the corpse, as I twisted my head back to face the drake sitting on the throne, "I AM in your MIND." Some words seemed to reverberate more in that hell. "You can lie to yourself, easily enough. But you'll know you're lying at some level. And I won't tolerate that." My tattered hand released the calvera's skull, and I turned to face the Naga.
"I too spread chaos, Naga. I serve none; Shaw serves you. Which is more organized, the servant...or the rogue?"
The hissing was getting louder yet Naga gave it no heed. He sat on his throne calmly, his hood rested close on his neck. He had struck a nerve. Perfect. "Why, that's an easy one. It's the one pulling the strings. The one the servant follows, and the one the rogue ignores." he answered, a smile crossed his face once more and the spikes on his hood shook slightly.
"Yet order is not chaos. How oddly unlike you, taking pride in order. Is it difficult for you to manage?" The corpse asked blandly, and abruptly the scene moved forward. I could feel him preparing for a push, and I braced for it as the memories progressed. This was likely going to be tiring, but then again I never expected a cakewalk. So many times practicing showed that much.
The trick to fortifying a position in the mind is to latch onto an idea, a solid, unwavering idea, and deriving your reality off of it when it’s all pushing back at you. The basic ones, two plus two equaling four, for instance, aren’t as good as you’d think; after all, for a time traveler, many truths were subjective things. But I chose a simple one, the simplest of all really, and I latched onto it with ferocity. Two words. That’s it. That’s the simplest truth of all. As I did this, the memory played on. Shaw limped forward on his cane, apologizing for not bowing.
“I thank you... What would drive me to make a deal with you?" Naga-that-was asked Shaw, and I answer as Shaw undoes his coat and reveals his wounds.
“No-Hope, I do more damage than him. I breach your mind, I play your heart, and I WRACK-“ I hissed as I twisted the nerves in his more sensitive areas, “your body. And I want to know how to do damage unto him. Think of the feeding, No-Hope; the chaos of a final battle across time and space. Can you taste it?”
Naga clutched the area over his soulshard as the bald woman strained it, his smile unwavering and the hissing from his soulshard getting louder. She had put up a decent argument, one that peaked the draconian's interests. "Oh, i can taste it, little one. The power of such an event would be more than enough." Naga stood tall and looked down on the corpse."Are you making an offer?" a growl escaped his jaws as a torrent of black fog flowed from his teeth. The hissing was getting much louder now, almost unbearable.
Then it struck me: the noise was him attempting to distract my concentration. Nagaetros was clever, and he was adapting very quickly to things; but I had practiced, and without hesitation I rendered him deaf. I heard through his ears, after all, so without hearing that ungodly hiss was rendered null. I spoke straight to his mind, and I listened to his dark and horrid thoughts.
“The time for negotiations,” I commanded the last word with particular vitrole, “was when my intestines were still in that body.” I admit there was a great degree of bitterness to my words, but through all of my attempts, I always came into it intending to negotiate. Invariably, Naga would slice or skewer or maim my form, and then things would begin in earnest. I had to keep some standards in the madness I would swim through. “Give me the way to undo the power you gave him, and I provide a feast to satiate you out of his demise.”
Naga smiled one final time as he closed his eyes ending the memory of his encounter with Shaw and the corpse avatar of the bald woman, cutting off her own sense of sight as well. Now it was only him and her in his head, closed off from the outside world." You’re absolutely right, little one. Negotiations are over... I’ve found you."
This was utterly not part of the plan, and I could feel his malice pressing home around me with ferocious pressure. I clung to that truth I had anchored myself to like it was a rope above an infinite abyss, and it was like the sky was falling. There was darkness, only darkness, and it was just the three of us; Nagaetros, I, and the two word truth which my reality hung upon. I was too preoccupied with retaining my foothold in his mind to bring pain to bear on him through his mind, and I wished to scream. I wished to scream so very badly. All of my concentration hung upon those two words, and I wished to scream so very terribly, but it would not have mattered now. The silence was deafening in that place, adrift in a sea of evils. I was alone with the devil.
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Advised listening while you bask in the glory of that last episode, or read it again: youtu.be/Q5DabIw0T3c
Having one hell of a time with this, and it's fantastic. We've been RPing this one scene for three days now, and I swear this is the RP equivilent of some battle on Mt. Olympus. LordNagaetros is a blast to play with, and I just want to give a good public tipping of the hat at him. Bravo sir, bravo.
Oh, right. I almost forgot.
TO BE CONTINUED.
The shift to laughter was both expected and surprising. It felt expected as I was there, feeling the thoughts he thought, though thankfully I have learned how not to tap into the sensory information he was feeling.
"You tried to kill me." I said, a strangely heated rush coming from the words as I realized that there was a degree of pleasure in what I was doing now. This bothered me immensely, for pleasure from causing pain was not a thing I enjoyed. That was Naga's subconscious talking, and it was a crude and unappealing thing.
My corpse had been thrown in his first convulsions into that wall of fog, but promptly returned, staggering out of the black with a strangely oily residue over its skin. It moved erratically on broken bones, and behind it, dragging like some perverted bridal veil, intestines fell along the floor, leaving it slick with red.
"At our height," I made the corpse whisper, its head remaining downcast towards its open chest, "my people moved stars across the heavens. We would align them and realign them and bring terrible things out of their slumber in accordance with our will. We played with gods, Lord Nagaetros, and when we were done with them, we'd put them back to sleep, like a toy in a box." I couldn't move the corpse too quickly now; Nagaetros was still dealing with the fact that that dimunitive, disemboweled woman was slowly moving towards him.
"You tried to kill me," I repeated, "and I came to you with questions."
Naga stopped laughing as he calmly turned to his side and looked at the form in front of him. Another laugh escaped his mouth. "This was a very interesting attempt to add another god to your toy box, little one." he said to the corpse. "Tell me, did you enjoy the show? I hope so, you certainly had a good seat for it." he said to himself.
I felt a strong, STRONG desire to inflict more pain on that creature; its malicious nature was utterly tempting, and I could feel the desire to just unleash every kind of torture upon that creature. The poor thing was cursed, in a sense, in that I could not kill it; though I suppose I could if I studied long enough, but even for I such things are daunting and not worth the effort involved. But Nagetros' malice was so utterly evil that I desperately wished for the release of just pain-pure, purifying, putrifying pain upon his body.
"You do not belong in a box," I manipulated the corpse into saying, though I was still having issues with getting its head to rise to meet Naga's eyes. The nature of playing games with neural networks is that the more the person being played-and I say that not as an insult, but as if they were an instrument-but that the more the person being played understands, the more you are able to make him see, feel, and ultimately, do. Pain is easy, as it is only a sensation. But one must play a beautiful tune across all the spectrums; hopes and fears, sight and smell and touch, to create the greatest effect.
"No, you do not belong in a box." I repeated it forcefully, restraining the quiet pulsing fury I felt begging to be unleashed. "Our height is a passed thing, and I for one never partook in those games. But..." I added, as I finally began to make the head raise, slowly, mechanically upwards, with shaky motions. "...I want to talk about Shaw."
"And you don’t belong in my head!" Naga let out a growling laugh from his jaws, black fog poured out from each exhale. "There is a tinge of irony in this somewhere, I know it."
"Nor do I deserve to look like this," the corpse murmured, as it seemed to look over its shredded physique. One of its hands ran along a length of intestine hanging out of the open chest cavity, and it made me shudder again to envision the sensation. "But here we are." I wanted to laugh with him again, and this time the irony of it seemed to merit the feeling. I ended up with an awkward, untasteful chuckle.
"Shall we talk about Shaw?" I forced the point, almost hoping he would decline so I could try another round on him. There was a lot of flesh to play with in Nagaetros, and I had every desire to do so; but I fought it back, with effort. I was rather amazed the damn thing could tolerate itself with all the hatred it carried.
"It would be bad business to reveal my client's secrets." He said to himself as he stood on all fours and began walking along the borders of the clearing. "It also goes against my own interests." While he acknowledged the corpse-like avatar in the clearing, he no longer paid it any attention. "Besides, it might be in your interest to know the situation you’ve put yourself in." Naga's smile turned into a wicked grin, baring all his teeth at the thought.
She knew there would be risks. She knew it many times over, in fact. She had practiced this meeting dozens of times; and each time, she left it a little less harmed than before. The early ones, she barely limped away with her sanity intact, and she would nurse herself back from the brink over months upon months, upon months. That was an advantage of being a time traveler, of being Flux-nothing was written in stone, and she had prepared well, bruised greatly, and suffered much in preparing for this. Each time, Naga would attempt to kill her, and only then would she begin to inquire with force. She had hoped over those many times that eventually, she would have a dignified conversation with the devil. Unfortunately, the devil was rarely dignified.
"That was not the answer that would have been best for you, No-Hope." She said with considerable more ease; by the point that the drake realized he had a visitor in his mind, she could manipulate the body with ease. She could not hope to keep pace with the drake as it paced, but she didn't have to. Instead, she clipped the nerves leading to his limbs. If he didn't cooperate, she would begin the pain in earnest...and disturbingly, she looked forward to it.
Naga stumbled, slowing down in his repeated path. "You are delving deep into chaos, little one." his smile faltered once more only to return." Are you sure you'll be able to escape it?”
"If I do not escape it," she admonished him, feeling a fury rise inside her that suited her for the purpose, "then I spend eternity with the potential to cause you the greatest suffering imaginable. I would be spending eternity tormenting the mind, the body, and the soul of the monstrosity that gives Shaw his power. Time is not on my side, No-Hope," she added with a degree of excitement that hinted at some variety of sadistic pleasure, "time IS my side. It would be inevitible that you would one day rescind Shaw's power in exchange for an escape." Being in Nagaetros' mind was like feeling oneself fall into a chasm with no particular end; and terrifyingly it was a pleasant sort of fall.
Abruptly, the scene began to change, but it was the same still; yet as Nagaetros watched, Jester, Shuck and Grimm abruptly ran and darted about the room, and the great drake's perspective shifted. He was back on his throne, and everything beyond it was racing with incredible speed. Time was rapidly rewinding, replaying, and it seemed that the only thing that moved normally was the unhallowed corpse of the visitor he had disembowled, which moved with ungodly grace through the teething swarms of movement across the floor of his court.
"So, this is the game you wish to play. The evil you hold in your heart suits you well." he said, watching the events before him unfold. "You’ve become another voice in my head." Naga joked.
The worst part about it was Nagaetros was right. It did suit me well. By cohabitating a mind, you inherently have to embrace a part of the other, and in Nagaetros the desire to harm reflected back upon him with dire intents. I was becoming quite comfortable with it, something I would reflect back upon later with a great degree of distaste.
“One of many.” I whispered back, as a much louder voice took over the scene.
“I cry your pardon for my entrance unannounced Lord Naga!” The voice abruptly struck his ears, and I heard it through him as such. Out of the shadows limped a calvera, its pace shaky and unsteady in nature. Nagaetros could hear himself speak in response to his visitor, though it was not so much himself speaking as his memory.
“You wish to speak with me?” The great drake replied evenly. It was a strange experience, for the bald woman’s corpse moved swiftly across the floor towards the visitor.
“But of course,” Shaw replied, and my corpse scowled at the memory of the thing. I didn’t so much want to scowl as I felt myself scowling out of a compelling hatred, but I continued to concentrate on holding it in check. But I needed a release, so I gave myself a small indulgence; I blocked open a valve in the great drake’s mighty heart, leading to a gasp of pain from the monster. I ignored this, as I ignored the truth in his earlier statement: the evil in my heart suits me well.
“Let’s talk about Shaw.” I said, feeling a degree of coldness to my tone. “Yes, let’s. Let’s talk about Shaw!” My corpse clapped its hands together loudly but Shaw, being but a memory, was oblivious to the intruder’s presence. “You found a good pawn in Shaw, didn’t you. Chaos. Lots of it. Lots to feed on!” I said with gusto, before falling silent for a pause. I was sounding like him now, to a degree; that chaotic excitement was not the spirit I held.
He could sense the satisfaction she felt after every little bit of pain she caused him, no matter how insignficant or temporary. This was an interesting game, one that no one had dared to try before. Naga enjoyed the challenge, he welcomed all she could throw at him and more if able. he wondered just how far he could get her to go. Naga's soulshard began glowing once more, this time much brighter and slowly intensifying. a hissing sound accompanied the glow, growing louder the brighter it got. "You wish to talk with me, fine. Although, who is to say any truth will accompany my words?"
"Why, me of course." The corpse said mockingly, as the scene froze. Shaw was caught in mid limp in the memory, and I extended a shredded hand out to grasp the timecaster's chin gently.
"Alas, poor Yorick!" I felt like laughing, laughing for a long time, and I started to, and my corpse started to, and it felt good, it felt better than good-and then I stopped.
He...he was getting to me. Ooh. Clever man. Clever thing, anyway.
A major drawback of cohabitation is that the subject gradually develops neurotic behavior the longer you communicate. With a human or near human, it generally lasts at most ninety seconds before they begin manifesting themselves, but Nagaetros' mind was much larger, and I had much more time to play in it. But the other side of that coin was that I had to spend more time in it, more time in contact with his vile ideas, and they were corrosive things. I was enjoying this too much because I was beginning to think like him.
"The thing IS," I said forcefully through the corpse, as I twisted my head back to face the drake sitting on the throne, "I AM in your MIND." Some words seemed to reverberate more in that hell. "You can lie to yourself, easily enough. But you'll know you're lying at some level. And I won't tolerate that." My tattered hand released the calvera's skull, and I turned to face the Naga.
"I too spread chaos, Naga. I serve none; Shaw serves you. Which is more organized, the servant...or the rogue?"
The hissing was getting louder yet Naga gave it no heed. He sat on his throne calmly, his hood rested close on his neck. He had struck a nerve. Perfect. "Why, that's an easy one. It's the one pulling the strings. The one the servant follows, and the one the rogue ignores." he answered, a smile crossed his face once more and the spikes on his hood shook slightly.
"Yet order is not chaos. How oddly unlike you, taking pride in order. Is it difficult for you to manage?" The corpse asked blandly, and abruptly the scene moved forward. I could feel him preparing for a push, and I braced for it as the memories progressed. This was likely going to be tiring, but then again I never expected a cakewalk. So many times practicing showed that much.
The trick to fortifying a position in the mind is to latch onto an idea, a solid, unwavering idea, and deriving your reality off of it when it’s all pushing back at you. The basic ones, two plus two equaling four, for instance, aren’t as good as you’d think; after all, for a time traveler, many truths were subjective things. But I chose a simple one, the simplest of all really, and I latched onto it with ferocity. Two words. That’s it. That’s the simplest truth of all. As I did this, the memory played on. Shaw limped forward on his cane, apologizing for not bowing.
“I thank you... What would drive me to make a deal with you?" Naga-that-was asked Shaw, and I answer as Shaw undoes his coat and reveals his wounds.
“No-Hope, I do more damage than him. I breach your mind, I play your heart, and I WRACK-“ I hissed as I twisted the nerves in his more sensitive areas, “your body. And I want to know how to do damage unto him. Think of the feeding, No-Hope; the chaos of a final battle across time and space. Can you taste it?”
Naga clutched the area over his soulshard as the bald woman strained it, his smile unwavering and the hissing from his soulshard getting louder. She had put up a decent argument, one that peaked the draconian's interests. "Oh, i can taste it, little one. The power of such an event would be more than enough." Naga stood tall and looked down on the corpse."Are you making an offer?" a growl escaped his jaws as a torrent of black fog flowed from his teeth. The hissing was getting much louder now, almost unbearable.
Then it struck me: the noise was him attempting to distract my concentration. Nagaetros was clever, and he was adapting very quickly to things; but I had practiced, and without hesitation I rendered him deaf. I heard through his ears, after all, so without hearing that ungodly hiss was rendered null. I spoke straight to his mind, and I listened to his dark and horrid thoughts.
“The time for negotiations,” I commanded the last word with particular vitrole, “was when my intestines were still in that body.” I admit there was a great degree of bitterness to my words, but through all of my attempts, I always came into it intending to negotiate. Invariably, Naga would slice or skewer or maim my form, and then things would begin in earnest. I had to keep some standards in the madness I would swim through. “Give me the way to undo the power you gave him, and I provide a feast to satiate you out of his demise.”
Naga smiled one final time as he closed his eyes ending the memory of his encounter with Shaw and the corpse avatar of the bald woman, cutting off her own sense of sight as well. Now it was only him and her in his head, closed off from the outside world." You’re absolutely right, little one. Negotiations are over... I’ve found you."
This was utterly not part of the plan, and I could feel his malice pressing home around me with ferocious pressure. I clung to that truth I had anchored myself to like it was a rope above an infinite abyss, and it was like the sky was falling. There was darkness, only darkness, and it was just the three of us; Nagaetros, I, and the two word truth which my reality hung upon. I was too preoccupied with retaining my foothold in his mind to bring pain to bear on him through his mind, and I wished to scream. I wished to scream so very badly. All of my concentration hung upon those two words, and I wished to scream so very terribly, but it would not have mattered now. The silence was deafening in that place, adrift in a sea of evils. I was alone with the devil.
---
Advised listening while you bask in the glory of that last episode, or read it again: youtu.be/Q5DabIw0T3c
Having one hell of a time with this, and it's fantastic. We've been RPing this one scene for three days now, and I swear this is the RP equivilent of some battle on Mt. Olympus. LordNagaetros is a blast to play with, and I just want to give a good public tipping of the hat at him. Bravo sir, bravo.
Oh, right. I almost forgot.
TO BE CONTINUED.