Acizrases the demon sat before the black cauldron, peering into the murky waters that slowly changed to the most disgustingly green hues. Smoke wafted from the liquid?s surface, spiraling through the air in sporadic patterns that created vague images. A clawed hand ran through the smoke, parting it like a blade. Once the gaseous substance reformed, the colors changed, taking on a paler hue. Features were formed, and soon it was though the demon was peering through a window at one of his brethren.
The image was of a man with pale skin, dark hair, lean features that beset a crimson gaze alight with inner fires; a creature born of shadow and flames, an abyssal demon, one who had fled his hellish realm for a life on the mortal plane.
Acizrases glared at the image, clawed fingers gripping the edge of the cauldron in silent fury. ?Lazarus Lovelock,? he muttered under his breath, the green liquid boiling from the heat that rose with his anger. He paused, quelling his rage as another face stepped into view; a woman, small and lovely, beautiful and pristine. White wings stuck from her shoulder blades, dark hair and soulful eyes added a bit of black to her alabaster skin. An angel. Upon further inspection, Acizrases realized her to be Seraphim.
?You left us for this? To have a Seraphim?? He stood, shoving the cauldron back in anger. The liquid spilled out, hissing as it made contact with the cold black floor of his chamber, eating through the obsidian stone. Acizrases stormed out of the room, shouldering past the heavy stone door to stomp into the blackened hallway.
Large, dark doors lined either side of the hallway, lights flashing under the cracks of some, smoke pouring out of others, and even strange ichors seeped past a few. He paused before one such door, lights flickered within; the orange glow of fire. Lifting his hand, Acizrases rasped his knuckles harshly on the door a few times, and then waited for a response.
A low rumble sounded, and then slowly the door cracked open, a pair of beady black eyes peering out from the darkness curiously. ?What do you want, Acizrases?? asked a hissing voice, presumably coming from the figure with the dark eyes.
?Zcipol, I?ve found Lazarus,? Acizrases replied. ?Let me in, we must speak,? he finished. The figure stepped back, letting the door swing open and allowing the other friend entrance. Acizrases stepped into the dark chamber, wondering what happened to the flickering flames, as there was no trace of them at the time.
The door closed behind him with a heavy thud, and flames lit up the center of the room once more, bathing the stone chamber in an orange glow. ?Speak,? Zcipol commanded.
Turning, Acizrases steeled himself for what he was about to witness. Zcipol was a demon of fear, his main power being that of showing whoever looked at him their worst fears; illusions meant to incapacitate foes and victims. Over his many centuries dealing with the demon though, Acizrases had developed a tolerance, and even the ability to see past the fear inducing illusions caused by Zcipol the Night Terror.
?He?s on the mortal plane. He gave up his demonic body and form for one of flesh and blood, he lives with a woman; a fallen Seraphim by the looks of things. They are lovers, it seems,? the demon finally informed the Night Terror.
Zcipol hissed in disgust, fury, or some other emotion, if the Night Terror even had emotions. ?Where exactly is he?? he asked in that voice that sounded touched with a snake?s tongue.
?I?m not sure yet, but I?m searching for him, knowing which plane he resides on will help.? Acizrases explained, gesturing to a cauldron that rested in the far corner of Zcipol?s chamber, not unlike the one in his own quarters.
?Find him, Acizrases, find him and bring him to me,? the Night Terror ordered, the sheer weight of his tone nearly enough to have Acizrases? guards slip, nearly making the demon succumb to the Night Terror?s illusions.
?Of course, Zcipol, I?ll find him, as was our deal,? he bowed his head respectfully to the more powerful abyssal being, then started for the door once more. Zcipol opened the door for Acizrases in passing, muttering a response as the demon left.
?You better, Acizrases, or you?ll take his place.?
The image was of a man with pale skin, dark hair, lean features that beset a crimson gaze alight with inner fires; a creature born of shadow and flames, an abyssal demon, one who had fled his hellish realm for a life on the mortal plane.
Acizrases glared at the image, clawed fingers gripping the edge of the cauldron in silent fury. ?Lazarus Lovelock,? he muttered under his breath, the green liquid boiling from the heat that rose with his anger. He paused, quelling his rage as another face stepped into view; a woman, small and lovely, beautiful and pristine. White wings stuck from her shoulder blades, dark hair and soulful eyes added a bit of black to her alabaster skin. An angel. Upon further inspection, Acizrases realized her to be Seraphim.
?You left us for this? To have a Seraphim?? He stood, shoving the cauldron back in anger. The liquid spilled out, hissing as it made contact with the cold black floor of his chamber, eating through the obsidian stone. Acizrases stormed out of the room, shouldering past the heavy stone door to stomp into the blackened hallway.
Large, dark doors lined either side of the hallway, lights flashing under the cracks of some, smoke pouring out of others, and even strange ichors seeped past a few. He paused before one such door, lights flickered within; the orange glow of fire. Lifting his hand, Acizrases rasped his knuckles harshly on the door a few times, and then waited for a response.
A low rumble sounded, and then slowly the door cracked open, a pair of beady black eyes peering out from the darkness curiously. ?What do you want, Acizrases?? asked a hissing voice, presumably coming from the figure with the dark eyes.
?Zcipol, I?ve found Lazarus,? Acizrases replied. ?Let me in, we must speak,? he finished. The figure stepped back, letting the door swing open and allowing the other friend entrance. Acizrases stepped into the dark chamber, wondering what happened to the flickering flames, as there was no trace of them at the time.
The door closed behind him with a heavy thud, and flames lit up the center of the room once more, bathing the stone chamber in an orange glow. ?Speak,? Zcipol commanded.
Turning, Acizrases steeled himself for what he was about to witness. Zcipol was a demon of fear, his main power being that of showing whoever looked at him their worst fears; illusions meant to incapacitate foes and victims. Over his many centuries dealing with the demon though, Acizrases had developed a tolerance, and even the ability to see past the fear inducing illusions caused by Zcipol the Night Terror.
?He?s on the mortal plane. He gave up his demonic body and form for one of flesh and blood, he lives with a woman; a fallen Seraphim by the looks of things. They are lovers, it seems,? the demon finally informed the Night Terror.
Zcipol hissed in disgust, fury, or some other emotion, if the Night Terror even had emotions. ?Where exactly is he?? he asked in that voice that sounded touched with a snake?s tongue.
?I?m not sure yet, but I?m searching for him, knowing which plane he resides on will help.? Acizrases explained, gesturing to a cauldron that rested in the far corner of Zcipol?s chamber, not unlike the one in his own quarters.
?Find him, Acizrases, find him and bring him to me,? the Night Terror ordered, the sheer weight of his tone nearly enough to have Acizrases? guards slip, nearly making the demon succumb to the Night Terror?s illusions.
?Of course, Zcipol, I?ll find him, as was our deal,? he bowed his head respectfully to the more powerful abyssal being, then started for the door once more. Zcipol opened the door for Acizrases in passing, muttering a response as the demon left.
?You better, Acizrases, or you?ll take his place.?