Firiona Vie Everquest

"Form" Remis spoke the words before he thought them. Give me bones or rotted skin so that i may feel. Let me roam beside you. I can show you the way to their secret camps."
He swirled into a mass of formless shadows then coalesced them into the semblance of a black skeleton. The sound of clattering bones accompanied a wicked laugh as they crumbled to the floor.

Her head leans to the side as she looks at him curiously. Of all things she had to offer, and he chose this singular gift. She was a bit confused and curious of his response. He promises to show her the way to the secret camps of her vowed enemies. His promise turns her lips upward in a grin as she sits looking down at the pile of bones.

“Why,,,, my favored one…? Why would you willingly allow me my vengeance against your own family? Your parents even?” Her petite fingers slip from the broach to smooth out the length of her robe, the demons and souls moaning as they hover over her hand before retracting back into the fabric.

She leans forward placing her elbows on her knees and resting her chin on her balled fists. Looking down at this now pile of dark, wisp-formed bones she wonders how much she could trust him, he was born of the light after all. This could be a blessing, or a detriment, to her plan. But then, trust was never fully given to anyone and the proverbial ace she continuously carried up her sleeve always seemed to have paid off.

After contemplating a moment she smiles warmly towards the pile of wisp-bones. If one didn’t know her, they would swear it was genuine. “I will grant you your wish. Let none say I do not keep my word.” She sits erect her joined hands falling to her knees as she grins wickedly, “Before you are given the gift of unlife…. Answer me why you would want your family harmed, or,,,, dead.” She shrugs her shoulders slightly, “We all do have our reasons.”

Remis collapsed outwards dissolving his form once more into smoke. He whirled erratically around the floor in a quick display of his mastery of this embodiment. He swooped in, almost contacting her face then formed into the p cloudy impression of his father.

"Consider the life he had made for me...My father is held in high regard by his tribe. As his son I was expected to emulate his unrealistic high ideals and show my respect for the ancient ways he holds so dear. By my 4th birthday I found this curse, this ability to join in on the dreams of others. I saw, through this second hand interaction with their minds, exactly how they felt about me and even gleaned dark secrets about their private lives. After a while I was hard pressed to find one among them who was worthy of the place in the paradise they strove to make."

He morphed his face to be that of himself again yet this time as a young boy. "The sense of their derision for me grew just as my fathers shadow of fame did, casting the veil of isolation around me. All the while they spoke of the purity of their love for my fathers teachings. He did not see their falsehoods. He will see!..they will all see!."

Remis swirled around behind Cerissa and whispered contemptuously into her ear. "They will see the error in their ways in only one way!... Oblivion will teach them the mind numbing detachment from their pleasures long enough for them to truly see."

New death,,,, so fresh and so near, as he surrounds her she leans back towards him like a woman to her lover’s arms. She looks over her shoulder at him, the same eyes of the predator squint into that of a genuine smile, if that were possible for her. His anger, his seeking vengeance, his anger…. It was all so intoxicating. Her breath of a whisper floats across the air in uncharacteristic gentle tones, “You shall have all that you desire, my darling.”

She opens her pack removing a few small pouches in a variety of colors and a single large human skull, still covered in moist remains. Eyes of Cazic, embraced by Innoruuk look in his direction with an evil grin, “For my darling.” She sets the skull down opening the pouches sprinkling their ingredients over the semi-flesh covered bone. The flesh begins to smoke and boil, simmering bubbles floating through the chunks of meat and popping at the surface. Hates giggle fills the air as her tiny, blue hands hover over the skull. She looks over at him again and winks before returning her attention towards the skull boiling in it’s own juices.

Closing her eyes soft incantations to The Father fill the air, the demons within her robe reaching outward towards her whispers. The demons swallow the whispers, devouring them greedily with painful angst. Swirls of darkness surround the skull, the demons embracing the darkness in a dance of the living dead. The puss filled skull hisses with each bubble that pops as she raises her hand, the skull following obediently. Her hands raise higher to the height of Remis’ original form then slowly down the sides. Swirling demons follow their Mistress’ hands licking her fingertips in gratitude of this meal.

The dark mist falls slowly behind revealing his new inheritance, the worn body of a Human male. A few faltering steps take her exhausted body back a few steps as she sits down. The demons wailing while reaching towards the form, desiring it for themselves. Within gentle panting she hisses at them and they quickly return to the many layers of her robes falling silent. The form stands in silence, like a puppet dangling and waiting for its’ puppeteer.

The mist falls slowly around the body, revealing its bedraggled form. Having exhausted most of herself she pants softly, her body weak and mind spinning from the exertion. In between pants she looks up at Remis and grins, “For you, my darling.” before taking a long, deep breath.

Remis circled the body before taking possession of it. He sighed with pleasure as he slipped into the mortal coil and felt the sensations of life fill him once more. The body was perfect and he flexed his new muscles relishing their strength and form. He approached the reclined Cerissa and touched her face lightly.

"This will do nicely." He said in his new voice.

She looks up at him with a grin leaning only slightly towards his touch. Nothing was more enjoyable than death, fresh and untainted by mortal life. She rises up towards him, their bodies touching for only a moment. The jealous demons and unfortunate souls hiss and wail in their envy, attempting to surround him and drag them into the fabric hell in which they are captive. Ignoring them she concentrates on Remis running a clawed nail down the side of his cheek, "Now, my darling. What game shall we play first?"

Her sharpened nail cuts the skin as she flicks his chin softly. A small oozing and green, gray fluid seeps from the slit. "It will heal, eventually." she grins up at him. "Actually...." she pauses turning her back towards him placing her tiny fingertips over the broach, "You will heal,,,, in time...."

Turning back around deaths grin meets his gaze, "But this is not the final form I wish for you." She slides her hands up his chest not breaking his gaze for a second, "No, my darling. I have something much better planned for you." She winks not revealing her plan and tosses a couple pouches into her pack.

Looking up at him she winks, "Shall we find some toys?"