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07 September 2005 @ 09:53 pm
The Goblet of Life - Chapter 2  
Just an update to the story I posted before. A re-write of the prologue, touched up to make sense more with the chapter my wife wrote.

*edit* My wife pointed out that this goes after hers.

'I cannot believe it. I simply cannot believe it.'

The dark figure shook his head in disbelief. Staring at the pool of blood that swirled silently in his bowl, he finds his errant childe. As always, he watches her move for a moment, always admiring the smooth, cat-like grace that marks her movements.

His lip curled with a hiss. 'Another plan for your lost mortality, silly girl? Poor deluded girl. Do you forget the pleasures I have granted you? What bliss is greater then the taste of blood, wetting your lips and warming your body? The fire of a meal's passion tasted directly from their soul?'

With a simple gesture, a movement in the darkness places a newspaper in his hands. Adjusting his spectacles, he peers into the paper. He reads of a new auction, one he had planned on possibly visiting if it ever came his way. With his luck, though, something will come up and he'd miss it.

'Ah... interesting. A goblet that can restore life to the dead. Is that what you are thinking, girl?'

With a silent snarl, the dark figure crumples the paper. He tosses it to the fire, watching it burn with a soft sigh. The snarl becomes a growl, a noise of the wild beasts rather then the rage of an angry man.

'How dare you!? I gave you the life, the power. How dare you blaspheme my precious gift, my precious blood! I will have this goblet, and I will crush it before your very eyes! If you want it to end, silly girl, I'll end it for you. I will tear my blood from your throat, rend your flesh with my bare hands and crush your bones into dust!'

The figure howled like a wild wolf. Slowly, the man remembered the monster and pushed it aside. He shook his head, master of himself once more. He hated his temper, the foul blood in his own veins crying out for that rage, that bloodlust. Calming himself, he chuckled. He shook his head and smiled, the look of a wolf savoring a fresh young lamb.

'Nonsense, old man. You'll not crush this artifact. If it truly has this power, think of the potential! I will have it, and if she wants her mortality... she can beg me for it.'

The figure grins, turning to his books. 'I know just who to summon for this task. He has never failed before and I always try to give him tasks he will enjoy...' Gathering the book he needs, he retreats to the lowest caves, the dungeons of the manor. He had cleaned them up years ago, and now it serves as a new purpose. A doorway.

The dark figure slipped his hands into a pocket, walking along in a circle. He steps lanquidly, following line the line with a casual pace. Coming back to where he began, flipped open the page and started to chant, his voice making gutteral sounds and snarls. The circle lights up, and a fiery portal appears within the circle. The figure, tall and lanky stood defensively within the circle. Looking about him, he knew this place. He had been here many times and each time, the circle was perfect.

When the demon spoke, his voice echoed as if from a pit, touched with a slight hiss. 'You summon me, Jedahl?'

Jedahl snorted, 'Indeed, I want you to find something for me. A goblet. You may encounter some resistence, but feel free to kill whoever gets in the way. As always, the normal amount of discretion is required. My offer price is the standard, will this suffice?'

The demon nods its head slowly, careful not to look eager. A chance to ravage the mortals? Every demon lived for such a thing. As the creature gathered it's power to depart once Jedahl lowers the circle.

Jedahl spoke up just before he left. 'One thing....'

'Yes, master...' Evilzug stated the title with arrogent disdain. While far too proud to acknowledge anyone as master, he knew the rules. Once the contract was agreed upon, he was here to serve.

'I want the vampire girl to live.'

'Your wife?'

Jedahl chuckled, then quickly growled in a flash. 'Evilzug, if you so much as harm a hair on her head, you'll beg me for death before I release it. Besides, it's been a while since she one of the vampires. She'd probably kill you before you knew it.'

The demon lowered his head. feeling the power invoked by his true name. He tilts his head ever so carefully. His eyes steady, not alarmed at all by Jedahl's threat. This was business, and all businesses have their jargon. 'Very well, but then what vampire girl?'

'You will know her when you find her. Bring her here.'

Evilzug sneers lewdly, he's done these jobs before.

Jedahl chuckles, clearly guessing Evilzug's thoughts. 'I want her intact and unspoiled. And she may even leave that way.' He slips his hands into his pockets. 'I want to see her here, in my study, begging for that goblet and her mortality.'

Evilzug smiles softly, his lips curling across his large pointed teeth. He whispers, almost defiantly. 'She is proud, she will not beg.'

Jedahl grinned again, brushing a lock of hair from his face. His violet eyes glint for a second, lips parted in a full open smile. his fangs glistening in the faint light.

'I know, I am counting on that...'
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Token Geek Girl: Happysyreene on September 13th, 2005 01:49 pm (UTC)
Part 2
I love what you guys are doing with this! :D :D

I've got to get off my arse and post this on the website....
Sith Pimp - IG/DZ/IJ 8487hbrika on September 14th, 2005 12:18 am (UTC)
I'm an ass. I did reply on DA though. I waited a bit so I could actually read it instead of skimming. I really like where you are going with it. This deserves pictures for this well thought out plot.
Jedahl Saberhaggenjedahl on September 17th, 2005 01:50 am (UTC)
Why are you an ass?
Sith Pimp - IG/DZ/IJ 8487hbrika on September 18th, 2005 02:08 am (UTC)
I should have replied here too :)