Topic: Zillah Blackthorn Laid To Rest

Zillah Blackthorne

Date: 2007-11-30 23:27 EST
The body of Zillah Blackthorn, or at least all of it but that missing piece of his heart, was laid to rest today in the Rhydin Cemetary. A woman with dark pig tails was seen to be standing over it, draping the exquisitely crafted Blackthorne replica choker over his tombstone.

Zillah is survived by a sister, Dalia Blackthorne, who has not been seen for months, and is thought to either be dead or off world. The store, Dalia's Dark Side, co-owened by the brother and sister, remains closed until Dalia can be contacted. If not reached within the time alloted by the government on Rhydin, the store and the Blackthorne Monor, and all accompanying estate, will be given to the sole heir, Mara Payne.

Dalia Blackthorne

Date: 2007-12-01 14:15 EST
A lone figure stood before the tombstone of Zillah Blackthorne. It was concealed by a heavy velvet cloak, the only thing visible in the waning light were aquamarine eyes that sparked with an inner fire. Delicate hands wrenched the collar from the tombstone, the only sign that the figure was a woman. Fire flared at her feet, but it was an eery, violet and blue flame. The ghostly ring of flames encircled the figure and the grave of Zillah.

The figure was Dalia Blackthorne, and she had returned. An earsplitting cry was heard, sending birds and creatures of the near forests to flight. She keened and wailed, collapsing in a heap upon the grave of her brother and lover. Dalia and Zillah were not twins, but their souls were twined together as if they were. Dalia's grief echoed about the cemetary, and those with any sort of sensitivities to magick felt her fury and hatred.

Dalia was back, and she would find Mara. Little Miss Goth USA was going to pay for taking what was rightfully Dalia's, and for taking the only person she had ever loved from her life.

Dalia Blackthorne

Date: 2008-02-12 19:01 EST
Smelling of burnt paper, demons, and singed hair, Dalia sat on her brother's grave, laughing. She chattered to herself or to him, one wouldn't really know unless you got close enough to listen in; but really, who would want to?

Her eyes shone with mania and her figure was gaunt. Unkept nails continually scrapped and tapped the carvings on Zillah's headstone. The crazy Madame Dalia was back.

(Lost To Time)

Date: 2008-03-07 05:01 EST
Who indeed would want to know the method of the madness, well one entity would. His name was of course, the one and only Bob. Sure he had no idea of who this woman was and he really was not interested in her past or present, well her present madness maybe.

There he was dressed in black leaning against a rather large tombstone, just as black as his clothing was and the two seemed to blend into each other.

"Woman, what madness is this. Alone in a graveyard speaking to your self about things that make no sense. Are you lost, or simply where you need to be at the moment?"

Bob had become something of a legend, people knew he existed but the stories that were told about him seemed to be unbelievable. For such a bad guy did he really save a homeless woman from the Rhydinian Dump, did he really save the city from some nameless threat in the past. Just how many heroes in the past did this figure play in all the stories could never be known. All the best bad guys of course wanted to be the hero, but this darkness inside of him would remain eternally, and eventually would always win, for time was on its side.

"Do you need some kind of help, or...anything at all like that at all?"

Bob's voice was calm and it was trying to be soothing to the obviously disturbed woman, but something inside him was trying to tell him to fan the flames of insanity for all they were worth, what to do indeed.

So he waited for her to reply.