In the shadows of Darkness.
Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2008 4:22 pm
Abaddon closed the heavy metal doors behind him. It was cold down in the basement. So cold he could see his breath curling up around this mask. It was dark, until he reached up and grasped a large glass sphere set into the wall. It illuminated the room in a soft glow.
He slide the heavy brass slide across the door. Not to protect him from the outside, indeed, to make sure no one could break Yaziel’s seal. It was there, six feet in diameter as the humans measured, etched in silver laid into the floor. It was perfectly circular, unnaturally so, laid by magic to house Yaziel, one of the Lurkers. Beings that existed in the walls between worlds. Beings that followed the essences of the Valkyn’vi to the world from Mistrialla.
He turned to face the circle, and took a step back as an ethereal form took shape in the field. It roared against the magic, loud, so loud that blood trickled from Abaddon’s nose, out the mask. Of course, it roared into his head. There was no real sound. It wasn’t that far into our world, and could not unless Abaddon deliberately released it.
“YOU COME TO ME AGAIN OLD MAN.” It screamed, sparks showered the Valkyn’vi as the form pressed up against the magic field. “I WILL DESTROY YOU. I WILL CONSUME YOUR ESSANCE WHEN YOU DIE. AND YOU WILL NEVER REACH MISTRIALLA.”
“Yes. That I know.” Abaddon said, his voice horse. The Familiar Yaziel crawled closer to the field. They were one and the same. The familiar was the creature’s physical form in the world. Bound by name and the Pact of Seven Oathes to Abaddon.
“YOU ARE A FAILURE. YOU LOST TELLINIUM. THE ONLY VALKYN’VI YOU PROTECT AND YOU LET THE ELVES TAKE HIM.”
“I know. I thought, well I thought theyw ere going to kill him. The prophecy said he had to die. But they are keeping him alive. I knew I should have killed him when I heard the prophecy.
“WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT PROPHACIES? YOU ARE BLIND. YOU ARE THE ONLY PAINTED MAN WHO SEES NOTHING. YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN A HUMAN, FLAILLING ABOUT IN THE PRESENT LIKE A BLIND DOG.THATS’S WHY YOU HAD TO STRIKE THIS BARGAIN”
“That’s not true. I have the past. I have the long years and the book of names.”
“THE PAST. YEARS. HAH. YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN AN ELF.BUT YOU DO HAVE THE BOOK OF NAMES. YOU ARE A SHADOWBINDER. AND I MUST OBAY.”
Showers of sparks flew and the building shook. The light turned purple, as the magic flowed through the room.
“I am Abaddon. Keeper of the book of names, and I invoke yours. I invoke the name of Yaziel’ashe’kal’et’amal, and bind it to this world. The Pact has been made and the oath has been spoken, and you are bound for one year and one day. “ Abaddon says.
“AS YOU WISH.” The Creature shouts. Then Abaddon is swept with pain. Pain so terrible that it reached his core. Burning, and the smell of blood as another mark formed on his face, under the mask. Another sigil of Yaziel, the hungerer, of the reaver and destroyer formed a scar under abaddon’s mask. Pain, like his skin was connected to nerves directly. Pain like none other.
“IT IS DONE.”
Abaddon stumbled out of the room, locking it with thick heavy bronze locks. His staff clutched in his hand, he stumbles back to the main part of the House.
He slide the heavy brass slide across the door. Not to protect him from the outside, indeed, to make sure no one could break Yaziel’s seal. It was there, six feet in diameter as the humans measured, etched in silver laid into the floor. It was perfectly circular, unnaturally so, laid by magic to house Yaziel, one of the Lurkers. Beings that existed in the walls between worlds. Beings that followed the essences of the Valkyn’vi to the world from Mistrialla.
He turned to face the circle, and took a step back as an ethereal form took shape in the field. It roared against the magic, loud, so loud that blood trickled from Abaddon’s nose, out the mask. Of course, it roared into his head. There was no real sound. It wasn’t that far into our world, and could not unless Abaddon deliberately released it.
“YOU COME TO ME AGAIN OLD MAN.” It screamed, sparks showered the Valkyn’vi as the form pressed up against the magic field. “I WILL DESTROY YOU. I WILL CONSUME YOUR ESSANCE WHEN YOU DIE. AND YOU WILL NEVER REACH MISTRIALLA.”
“Yes. That I know.” Abaddon said, his voice horse. The Familiar Yaziel crawled closer to the field. They were one and the same. The familiar was the creature’s physical form in the world. Bound by name and the Pact of Seven Oathes to Abaddon.
“YOU ARE A FAILURE. YOU LOST TELLINIUM. THE ONLY VALKYN’VI YOU PROTECT AND YOU LET THE ELVES TAKE HIM.”
“I know. I thought, well I thought theyw ere going to kill him. The prophecy said he had to die. But they are keeping him alive. I knew I should have killed him when I heard the prophecy.
“WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT PROPHACIES? YOU ARE BLIND. YOU ARE THE ONLY PAINTED MAN WHO SEES NOTHING. YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN A HUMAN, FLAILLING ABOUT IN THE PRESENT LIKE A BLIND DOG.THATS’S WHY YOU HAD TO STRIKE THIS BARGAIN”
“That’s not true. I have the past. I have the long years and the book of names.”
“THE PAST. YEARS. HAH. YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN AN ELF.BUT YOU DO HAVE THE BOOK OF NAMES. YOU ARE A SHADOWBINDER. AND I MUST OBAY.”
Showers of sparks flew and the building shook. The light turned purple, as the magic flowed through the room.
“I am Abaddon. Keeper of the book of names, and I invoke yours. I invoke the name of Yaziel’ashe’kal’et’amal, and bind it to this world. The Pact has been made and the oath has been spoken, and you are bound for one year and one day. “ Abaddon says.
“AS YOU WISH.” The Creature shouts. Then Abaddon is swept with pain. Pain so terrible that it reached his core. Burning, and the smell of blood as another mark formed on his face, under the mask. Another sigil of Yaziel, the hungerer, of the reaver and destroyer formed a scar under abaddon’s mask. Pain, like his skin was connected to nerves directly. Pain like none other.
“IT IS DONE.”
Abaddon stumbled out of the room, locking it with thick heavy bronze locks. His staff clutched in his hand, he stumbles back to the main part of the House.