Into My Hell [Open][NR]

Dark lashes fluttered to reveal marble white colored eyes. Something had knocked her out of her slumber; something big enough to cause a disturbance in the very magics that kept her bound, chained, and subdued in this place she referred to as hell. Her body was entirely numb which gave testament to the period of time she had been there; spread in a spread eagle fashion and chained that way through magical chains, suspended over air, in the center of a huge black marble coffin: completely unable to move. There was no point in trying to break the chains that held her and she knew it for she could feel the very dark, very tainted energies that had been used to curse the coffin. If she broke the chains she would fall, she would fall and forever be lost.

She had no means of knowing how long she had slumbered for; the only sort of hint was the lack of any sort of sound. For longer than she knew she had had to listen to the constant sound of movement in the catacombs she was hidden in up until forced into that slumber; all of those around unaware or uncaring that she was even here: here and trapped as the sixteen year old she had been when captured. But now? There was only an eerie silence that frightened her more than the sounds would have. She was alone. There was no one around, no one to hear her screaming, no one to free her.

No.... Stop it.... Don't give in to the fear....

But who could help her now? Who could free her from this prison? Suddenly being awake wasn't such a good thing after all. At least when she was trapped in that endless slumber she had her dreams to keep her company, to distract her. Now? Now there was nothing but darkness to keep her company. Nothing but her own thoughts and fears that were slowly trying to gain control over her.

I can't think like that. There has to be some way...

Was there freedom? Was there someone who she could call for? Some means of reaching out? Yes... it was worth a shot. It was worth the faintest try. Perhaps... it would work. She was weakened greatly from the very magics of the city she was hidden beneath constantly feasting upon her, but she had strength enough for a mental shout.

BROTHER! HELP!

The mental shout was sent; repeating over and over again like a little beacon in the darkness to willingly guide anyone searching for it towards the light; towards her.

He had to return it. He had to seal it away. He knew this sword was evil, and it radiated unholy energy with like aleaking faucet, but he couldn't keep it with him at all time. No, this sword had to be locked back into the vaults until he needed it once more.

He could feel it. The whispering corruption, the voice of the blade begging him to tap into it again, to unleash it upon the world again so that it could destory everything, to end the war between Heaven and Hell.

I want to sing the song that ends the world.

NO! You're going back where you belong. You were locked away for a reason.

The air around him was chilly, not that he was bothered. Booted feet scrapped across the stone steps that led him deeper into the vaults of the Tower, a place that was off limits to people whom were not part of the of the Boss's inner circle -- something that was suprisingly small. Not even the Velo City Council was allowed into the vaults -- he didnt trust them around the vast amounts of magical tools and weapons down there.

As the male ventured deeper into the cavern, he caught a glimpse of something out the corner of his eye. In the corner of the room was another passageway. Curiousity got the best of the male, and he ventured down it, looking about slowly. Through twist and turn, the male walked slowly until he came into an open cavern. From where he stood, he could see down into a glowing pit of energy. Nova wondered for a bit what this place was until the realization came over him; this had to be the wellspring of power that fueled Velo City. It was strange, standing here at the heart of Velo City. Given that he held the mantle of Boss, he could feel the power dancing around him, a weaping if he desired conquest, or a tool to save his people.

He'd been about to turn away and leave when he heard it. Something, like a bright light in his mind.

BROTHER! HELP!

What was this? It felt close by-- surely there was no one else down here by him? The male glanced around the cavern again, before looking up, his eyes lockin on something suspended high above the glowing pool.

Was that a fucking coffin?

Seraphina waited, praying she would hear some sort of response back. That she would hear someone telling her they were coming to save her, coming to release her from this horrible prison she was in. But no, there was no mental response back, no sign of reassurance. Perhaps much more time had passed outside of the coffin than she thought: perhaps everyone she loved and cared about were gone, long ago turned to nothing but dust to be carried by the wind.

She was already beginning to feel the throb of pain shooting through her body; she had been strung up like this for longer than the mortal body was able to handle, and she found herself wondering how much of the pain she would be able to stand before it drove her insane or killed her. She couldn't even begin to allow herself to think of which of those two options might be worse.

"Somebody... please... Help me! Please! My name is Seraphina... I'm in the coffin! PLEASE, GET ME OUT!", she screamed out verbally. She knew that if she could hear sound inside of the coffin that it could be heard outside as well, right? She hoped. But really, who would hear her? Who was around anymore? The sound of footsteps she thought she could hear could likely be a mental trickery; her mind giving her what she wanted to hear just in attempt to protect itself from the insanity a little bit longer.

The scream was repeated mentally, another telepathic shout in hopes that someone would hear her. But, she could already feel more of her power draining; the more she tried to use it the faster the coffin took it. It was her last chance, she wouldn't get another one until her power started to replenish itself - and who knew how long that would take. For now all she could do was wait: wait and live with the pain that was becoming increasingly more horrible with every passing second.

"Somebody... please... Help me! Please! My name is Seraphina... I'm in the coffin! PLEASE, GET ME OUT!"


....What the fuck? That was a coffin, and there was someone alive in it!

Put her out of her misery. End her life...

Shut up, or you'll never see daylight again.

The Darkin Blade grew quiet in his hands, as the male surveyed the situation; a giant black coffin suspended above the pool of energy that powered Velo City, complete with someone trapped within it. Just what kind of kinky shit was this Ishikawa bitch into?

After materializing his wings, the male lept into the air, flapping hard to reach the coffin quickly. As he came upon it, he noticed something; there were faint markings glowing all across the surface of the -- binding curses written in the language of madness. A frown crossed the male's face-- the fuck were Madness Runes doing in Velo City? No one could use Madness Runes unless they were blessed with madness, or highly skilled. Either case was rare -- the elders of his Father's clan did not share thier secrets with just anyone...

Placing the Darkin Blade on the lid of the coffin, knocked on the side. "Hey! You in there! Calm down, I'm gonna get you out, alright? Just relax, and I'll get you outta there in a sec!"

The male glanced around again. Nothing seemed to be holding the coffin in place, and so the male began to move it, pushing the massive thing onto the legde at the edge of the corridior.

"Hey! You in there! Calm down, I'm gonna get you out, alright? Just relax, and I'll get you outta there in a sec!"

She would have jumped out of her skin if the chains weren't holding her completely still and in place. Someone was actually outside! They had heard her and were going to free her! She couldn't believe her luck, but it did raise an interesting question: who would go against such a powerful family? Surely they would be slain before escaping the city. That, of course, was a subject to be approached after she was out - if whoever was on the other side of the coffin could actually get her out.

She didn't know quite how she knew it but she could feel the entire coffin moving; especially as it was pushed onto something - likely the ledge she could remember seeing when she had been dragged into the catacombs, chained. "They put a curse on the lid to keep it from opening.", she called out, far calmer than she had been seconds before. She prayed silently that whoever this was could break the curse: the chains holding her wouldn't release otherwise. She remembered exactly what the method of the curses were: the main curse on the lid controlled the four on the sides that controlled her chains. To release her from the chains one had to reverse or destroy the curse on the lid, open it, and then do the same on the sides since those curses wouldn't show until the main curse was taken care of- the one on the lid was the most complicated: she could still remember counting the minutes and hours in her head that it had taken them to place it on there. Of course, there likely were other methods of taking care of such things.

"They put a curse on the lid to keep it from opening."

Okay, that was a place to start. Nova placed a hand on the lid, wiping away the fine layer of dust that covered it. Silver eyes looked upon the lid, a frown crossing he face again. This was written in madness, and as such, only those with knowledge of the language would be able to open it. Fortunately, he was proficient in the language. Given the complexity of the the runes, he hoppd against all that it would be as simple as he was going to try to make it.

"Open."

It was basic; a somple command spoken in the language of madnesss. And to his delight, several of the runes ceased glowing. It was a good thing, but presented a problem. --Open was only part of the incantation to release the lid. Silently cursing, he slammed his fist into the lid.

"God damnit, open this fucking coffin!"

An idea came to him-- perhaps the Darkin Blade would be useful? Lifting the blade and aiming it at the coffin, the male swung at it. The loud metalic sound of stone scrapping on metal would cause him to wince. Perhaps he needed help with this. "Hang on lady. I'm gonna take you with me. I'm gonna get some help in getting you out of this thing!"
With this, Nova began to shove and pull the coffin out of the chamber, making his way back into the tower.

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