Darkest Knight (epic invite only)
Oct 17, 2017 10:28:10 GMT -7
Post by Madame Loki on Oct 17, 2017 10:28:10 GMT -7
Learning: ?/40
The charred corpse that was Joan of Arc, remained their lifeless. It would seem that Loki would perish along with this vision. The charred corpse began to wiggled, but this had nothing to do with the vision. The charred corpses' eyes opened, and Loki's eyes could be seen through the open lids. The charred corpse exploded outward as Loki body presented itself, and then began to fall into darkness once again. Loki looked out around her as her vision slowly began to fade once again. There was nothing but darkness once again, and for a moment Loki thought that she had died. In the darkness there was a burning sensation in the back of her throat. She began to go into a coughing fit, and as she covered her mouth, she could see the blood being coughed up into the palm of her hand. She looked down at her palms and notice that they were not hers.
She could feel sickness running through her body. It felt like something was eating her alive from the inside out. If it wasn't for this vision and she was stuck dealing with the pain of the curse seal she would be feeling very much the same. She held her chest as she felt and intense throbbing pain starting from her chest and moving throughout the rest of her body. She slowly began to get up but her legs felt too weak and she slumped back onto what seemed to be a bed. She was clearly in the body of Nicholas Flamel. Near the time of his death he had contracted a terminal illness from one of his patients. But with his knowledge of Alchemy and medicine, he cold have easily healed himself, if he was not betrayed. As She fell back down to the bed once again, she saw a woman walking towards her holding a cup in her hand.
"Did you make it to my specifications?" The voice that left Loki's mouth would asked. "Yes sir, I followed the instructions down to the very letter." She took the cup into her hands as she felt her body continuing to deteriorate within her own flesh. The pain she was feeling had to be worse than what Nicholas himself had felt. It felt as if her insides were stabbing at her from the inside of her own body. She took the cup into her hand and drank the contents. There was a soothing sensation that raced down her throat into her belly. The pain had vanished in an instant, and she stood up with a smile on her face. her hand grabbed the assistant on the shoulder, "Ah, thank you. that was exactly what I needed." The Assistant genuine smile faded into a shady one. "You are very welcome... witch heretic."
"What?..." Were the only words that Left Loki's mouth as a throbbing pain almost exploded from her chest. She grabbed her chest and crumbled over to the ground. It felt as if she was having a heart attack. That pain then moved to her throat, and she could no longer breath, she began to claw at her own neck, trying to gasp for air. her eyes began to bulge as the her skin began to turn blue and then purple, as all air began to leave her body. She was in pure agony, as her body seemed to start to complete shut down. She looked up at the assistant through pain eyes, that now had blood starting to flow from them, "You... you fool. The people here... they... they..." The Words could not escape from her mouth, put the sound of his voice would echo into her mind, "Curse you and you wretched blood, your descendants will know nothing but despair. I enter the Mother's embrace, but I will return. Do not pray for mercy, for I will bring NONE!!!" the voice would then simply began to fade, and the pain, only grew as the light in the room began to sink into a single pinprick.
Before the Light could completely fade, she let out a gasp as she fought against the darkness refusing to let herself die. The light flashed back into her eyes, and she was looking at a moon light forest, and she was running as fast as she could.
The charred corpse that was Joan of Arc, remained their lifeless. It would seem that Loki would perish along with this vision. The charred corpse began to wiggled, but this had nothing to do with the vision. The charred corpses' eyes opened, and Loki's eyes could be seen through the open lids. The charred corpse exploded outward as Loki body presented itself, and then began to fall into darkness once again. Loki looked out around her as her vision slowly began to fade once again. There was nothing but darkness once again, and for a moment Loki thought that she had died. In the darkness there was a burning sensation in the back of her throat. She began to go into a coughing fit, and as she covered her mouth, she could see the blood being coughed up into the palm of her hand. She looked down at her palms and notice that they were not hers.
She could feel sickness running through her body. It felt like something was eating her alive from the inside out. If it wasn't for this vision and she was stuck dealing with the pain of the curse seal she would be feeling very much the same. She held her chest as she felt and intense throbbing pain starting from her chest and moving throughout the rest of her body. She slowly began to get up but her legs felt too weak and she slumped back onto what seemed to be a bed. She was clearly in the body of Nicholas Flamel. Near the time of his death he had contracted a terminal illness from one of his patients. But with his knowledge of Alchemy and medicine, he cold have easily healed himself, if he was not betrayed. As She fell back down to the bed once again, she saw a woman walking towards her holding a cup in her hand.
"Did you make it to my specifications?" The voice that left Loki's mouth would asked. "Yes sir, I followed the instructions down to the very letter." She took the cup into her hands as she felt her body continuing to deteriorate within her own flesh. The pain she was feeling had to be worse than what Nicholas himself had felt. It felt as if her insides were stabbing at her from the inside of her own body. She took the cup into her hand and drank the contents. There was a soothing sensation that raced down her throat into her belly. The pain had vanished in an instant, and she stood up with a smile on her face. her hand grabbed the assistant on the shoulder, "Ah, thank you. that was exactly what I needed." The Assistant genuine smile faded into a shady one. "You are very welcome... witch heretic."
"What?..." Were the only words that Left Loki's mouth as a throbbing pain almost exploded from her chest. She grabbed her chest and crumbled over to the ground. It felt as if she was having a heart attack. That pain then moved to her throat, and she could no longer breath, she began to claw at her own neck, trying to gasp for air. her eyes began to bulge as the her skin began to turn blue and then purple, as all air began to leave her body. She was in pure agony, as her body seemed to start to complete shut down. She looked up at the assistant through pain eyes, that now had blood starting to flow from them, "You... you fool. The people here... they... they..." The Words could not escape from her mouth, put the sound of his voice would echo into her mind, "Curse you and you wretched blood, your descendants will know nothing but despair. I enter the Mother's embrace, but I will return. Do not pray for mercy, for I will bring NONE!!!" the voice would then simply began to fade, and the pain, only grew as the light in the room began to sink into a single pinprick.
Before the Light could completely fade, she let out a gasp as she fought against the darkness refusing to let herself die. The light flashed back into her eyes, and she was looking at a moon light forest, and she was running as fast as she could.