Post by Stone on Sept 15, 2006 16:01:29 GMT -5
The stars were beautiful tonight. Twinkling like the eyes of the gods, watching them made him feel a little better. This was not what they would have wanted from him, not at all. He had to be strong, push on for another day, another year. Another millennium.
As he sat there, a huddled creature of stone on the roof of a church, he felt suddenly humbled. Just a demon. He was just a demon. And all things died. Even gods passed away. And if Ares himself could be destroyed, then surely he too would some day meet his end? He was not such a fool as to consider himself a god, and he knew, in the center of his being, that he would die.
He had never been happier. The knowledge that he would see his family, hug his daughter and kiss his wife once again, warmed his cold heart.
"Hey, gargoyle" he looked down at the source, a black haired woman with scales. Four spider like legs extended from her back, each ending in a sharp looking claw.
And three vampires, the grunts of the underworld. He watched their deformed faces, the twisted visages making them look just like the rest of their kind.
"Come out gargoyle, I have a score to settle with you. Remember a little nest of eggs back in Prag? Well, those were mine." She hadn't spotted him then, believing him still in the church. He thought for a minute, trying to remember the event in question. Prag, 1967. He had discovered a nest of dremmora eggs in a basement, and he had set them on fire. Hatching dremmora's were known for being able to consume small cities in their infant hunger.
Still, he had a problem. And he had to solve it. With a roar, his body turned to flesh and he jumped from the roof, plummeting to the ground. As he descended on the first vampire he plunged his claw into it's stomach, digging into flesh and wrapping around bone. He landed, the concrete cracking as he did, and he plunged his other claw into the vampire as well, besides the first. Then, he pulled them apart. The vampire screamed in pain, his friends watching in stunned shock. The, the vampires cold body gave way, ripping down the middle in a shower of blood that soon turned to dust as Stone pulled the vampire in two.
Then, another of the vampires charged before Stone had a time to recover. The punch felt like a ton of bricks hitting his stomach, making the gargoyle fold over. Then, he felt his cheek burn, his head twisting to the side. The vampire punched again, Stone's head snapping in the other direction. But this time, he was ready. He moved with the punch, spinning around as he whipped out with his tail, sweeping the leech off his feet.
It's head hit the ground, it's nose cracking and spilling blood on the ground. Stone's foot came crashing down, ripping into it's back and holding it there as he grabbed it's head. He twisted, the neck snapping with a crack. Then he pulled, straining for a few second before the spine gave way, the vampires head coming lose. He felt it's skull turn to dust in his hand as he charged the last vampire.
A powerful punch spun it around, and he quickly grabbed it's arms before kicking it in the back. The arms broke, the bones snapped, the limbs hanging freely from the shoulders as the vampire screamed in pain. With a feat of strength he punches, his clawed fist penetrating skin, crushing the shoulderblade as his fist went deeper. With cold determination his claw closed around his goal and pulled back. The heart lay cold and dead in his hand, nothing but a lump of flesh that turned to dust as he crushed it in his hand.
Then, he felt something in his stomach. Warm, burning pain. He looked down, seeing the spider like leg jotting out of his torso.
The world flashed before his eyes, moving past him. Then, he saw them.
The Elysian plains, stretching out before him into infinity. The tall grass moved in the gentle breeze, the smell of fresh flowers were in the air. The sun warmed his skin and made the colorful flowers of the field seem even brighter.
Then, his heart jumped into his throat and tears filled his eyes. She rushed into his arms, her small frame hugging closely to his big body.
He hugged her back, feeling her body meld into his own as if she was a missing part of him. His wife.
Then he stumbled forward as something jumped onto his back, two slender arms wrapping around his neck.
He heard her whisper in his ear, the voice he had once feared he never hear again. "Hi dad."
He stood there, tears of joy running down his face as he hugged them, one arm around the waist of his wife and another grabbing the arms of his child.
"I missed you."
"We missed you to love, and seeing you has made the wait yet to come more bearable."
"What wait?" he asked, confused. Was this not it, had he not meet his end?
"You can't let her win dad. Your a hero! You can't die like that. You should die saving the world, not over some broken eggs. Besides, I want to hear as many stories as i can." He felt her smile, and the familiar feel of her lips on his cheek. "Go kick her ass dad!"
Antonia stood on her toes, her hand on his shoulder as she peeked him on the lips. "Good luck."
Before he could react, they vanished, fading away as the soft grass under his feet turned to cold tarmac, the weight of Tacita against his back exchanged for the warm feeling of his own blood.
The woman retracted her leg, laughing as he collapsed to his knees.
Her heels clicked against the ground as she walked to around him, facing him.
"Wanna beg for you life?" she didn't give him time to respond before she plunged a leg toward his head, the black gloss of her armored spider leg drawing closer.
With a feat of strength he screamed, the primal roar rebating between the tombstones of the nearby cemetery and the stone walls of the church. The gargoyle got to his feet, grasping the leg between his hands. He pulled it free in a shower of green glowing blood. And he spun it in his hands, plunging it through the the underside of the demoness head, driving it straight through. He watched as her face, frozen in a expression of confusion, the black of the leg visible through her open mouth, fell away.
He collapsed again, the pain burning through his body. His hand clasped at the wound, trying to buy himself some more time. Things started to go black, but he had to fight it off. He spread his wings, each stroke of them sending fire to his mind. Slowly on unsteady wings he made his way of into the night.
As he sat there, a huddled creature of stone on the roof of a church, he felt suddenly humbled. Just a demon. He was just a demon. And all things died. Even gods passed away. And if Ares himself could be destroyed, then surely he too would some day meet his end? He was not such a fool as to consider himself a god, and he knew, in the center of his being, that he would die.
He had never been happier. The knowledge that he would see his family, hug his daughter and kiss his wife once again, warmed his cold heart.
"Hey, gargoyle" he looked down at the source, a black haired woman with scales. Four spider like legs extended from her back, each ending in a sharp looking claw.
And three vampires, the grunts of the underworld. He watched their deformed faces, the twisted visages making them look just like the rest of their kind.
"Come out gargoyle, I have a score to settle with you. Remember a little nest of eggs back in Prag? Well, those were mine." She hadn't spotted him then, believing him still in the church. He thought for a minute, trying to remember the event in question. Prag, 1967. He had discovered a nest of dremmora eggs in a basement, and he had set them on fire. Hatching dremmora's were known for being able to consume small cities in their infant hunger.
Still, he had a problem. And he had to solve it. With a roar, his body turned to flesh and he jumped from the roof, plummeting to the ground. As he descended on the first vampire he plunged his claw into it's stomach, digging into flesh and wrapping around bone. He landed, the concrete cracking as he did, and he plunged his other claw into the vampire as well, besides the first. Then, he pulled them apart. The vampire screamed in pain, his friends watching in stunned shock. The, the vampires cold body gave way, ripping down the middle in a shower of blood that soon turned to dust as Stone pulled the vampire in two.
Then, another of the vampires charged before Stone had a time to recover. The punch felt like a ton of bricks hitting his stomach, making the gargoyle fold over. Then, he felt his cheek burn, his head twisting to the side. The vampire punched again, Stone's head snapping in the other direction. But this time, he was ready. He moved with the punch, spinning around as he whipped out with his tail, sweeping the leech off his feet.
It's head hit the ground, it's nose cracking and spilling blood on the ground. Stone's foot came crashing down, ripping into it's back and holding it there as he grabbed it's head. He twisted, the neck snapping with a crack. Then he pulled, straining for a few second before the spine gave way, the vampires head coming lose. He felt it's skull turn to dust in his hand as he charged the last vampire.
A powerful punch spun it around, and he quickly grabbed it's arms before kicking it in the back. The arms broke, the bones snapped, the limbs hanging freely from the shoulders as the vampire screamed in pain. With a feat of strength he punches, his clawed fist penetrating skin, crushing the shoulderblade as his fist went deeper. With cold determination his claw closed around his goal and pulled back. The heart lay cold and dead in his hand, nothing but a lump of flesh that turned to dust as he crushed it in his hand.
Then, he felt something in his stomach. Warm, burning pain. He looked down, seeing the spider like leg jotting out of his torso.
The world flashed before his eyes, moving past him. Then, he saw them.
The Elysian plains, stretching out before him into infinity. The tall grass moved in the gentle breeze, the smell of fresh flowers were in the air. The sun warmed his skin and made the colorful flowers of the field seem even brighter.
Then, his heart jumped into his throat and tears filled his eyes. She rushed into his arms, her small frame hugging closely to his big body.
He hugged her back, feeling her body meld into his own as if she was a missing part of him. His wife.
Then he stumbled forward as something jumped onto his back, two slender arms wrapping around his neck.
He heard her whisper in his ear, the voice he had once feared he never hear again. "Hi dad."
He stood there, tears of joy running down his face as he hugged them, one arm around the waist of his wife and another grabbing the arms of his child.
"I missed you."
"We missed you to love, and seeing you has made the wait yet to come more bearable."
"What wait?" he asked, confused. Was this not it, had he not meet his end?
"You can't let her win dad. Your a hero! You can't die like that. You should die saving the world, not over some broken eggs. Besides, I want to hear as many stories as i can." He felt her smile, and the familiar feel of her lips on his cheek. "Go kick her ass dad!"
Antonia stood on her toes, her hand on his shoulder as she peeked him on the lips. "Good luck."
Before he could react, they vanished, fading away as the soft grass under his feet turned to cold tarmac, the weight of Tacita against his back exchanged for the warm feeling of his own blood.
The woman retracted her leg, laughing as he collapsed to his knees.
Her heels clicked against the ground as she walked to around him, facing him.
"Wanna beg for you life?" she didn't give him time to respond before she plunged a leg toward his head, the black gloss of her armored spider leg drawing closer.
With a feat of strength he screamed, the primal roar rebating between the tombstones of the nearby cemetery and the stone walls of the church. The gargoyle got to his feet, grasping the leg between his hands. He pulled it free in a shower of green glowing blood. And he spun it in his hands, plunging it through the the underside of the demoness head, driving it straight through. He watched as her face, frozen in a expression of confusion, the black of the leg visible through her open mouth, fell away.
He collapsed again, the pain burning through his body. His hand clasped at the wound, trying to buy himself some more time. Things started to go black, but he had to fight it off. He spread his wings, each stroke of them sending fire to his mind. Slowly on unsteady wings he made his way of into the night.