Foreverlast

Within the bowels of a damp, musky, filth ridden dungeon darkness swarmed about removing the sense of sight from all who graced a hellacious place such as this. Weeping in horror, Marzipan laid broken upon the muck covered brick with only her silver tears providing solace; crimson oozed from fresh cuts, staining it a rust color which had been marred by grime that turned once porcelain flesh into something almost black. Holding her frail body upon the pads of wrecked hands, a sharp pain jolted along the spine to the base of the neck causing a migraine to form.

A break of light shown through the ebony maze, a door closing with a deafening ruckus; Marzipan quavered from the sound. Fire danced along the tip of a finger illuminating the face within the darkness - a comely warmth within the smile upon slightly parted lips. Crabbing backwards from the entity, the young mage tripped upon her dress, the frail form tumbling into the brick behind. Violet globes widened to full capacity as a club emerged into the dim view; engraved with shrapnel and shards of glass, the sight was enough to throttle a nauseated feeling to life. No warning, no explaination. Waving in the air, the club beat upon Marzipan in one fail swoop; shrapnel and glass connecting sharply against tender flesh, ripping the layers, drawing forth swirls of crimson and free bits of skin. Howling in excruitaing pain, the elfin mage toppled to the ground as tears blinded her sight and darkness swimming her thoughts.

"Ferran! Stop!"

Again. Again. And Again. Beating after beating, cups of blood ran like streams down flesh, tearng the meat away only to leave views of the underneath muscle. It hadn't been nearly enough to murder the mage, only damage her...severly. Marzipan was nearly immortal - most mages were. Unmoving and seemingly lifeless, Marzipan stared blankly at the figure overhead as if to ask why, but no words could form from the clustering of blood within her mouth. Perhaps, she was dreaming. Indeed some hellacious nightmare and soon Sesshomaru would wake her from this abyss.

"Chosen One! Chosen One? Ah, yes. The Chosen One. Hm, how does it feel little prophecy child? If you can not stand up to me how will you ever lead your race into a golden age? Pathetic! You should have been slaughtered upon your birth."

"Wh....why?"

"Why? Why! You really are as dense as the forest, young one. Power through evil, power to rule, power to justify. Nothing remains within eternal peace...there shall be no peace under the wicked. Peace is only a fairytale."

"I...don't...un...und...understand."

"Of course not, child. Your suffering is a victory for me and I will rise as leader of our people, dear sister."

Losing consciousness, violet orbs rolled back into Marzipan's head, her breathing coming in forced and raspy breaths. Ferran looked upon his young sibling in awe which quickly disolved into disgust. For him, the reasons for his actions were jusitifed and flourished within the Brothers of Korthol. How ignorant could one be to not have seen this coming, to not have seen him coming. Years the elf had been plotting the downfall of the female child...since the day her conception had been known. Pelting a boot into Marzipan's gut, Ferran spat upon the girl as he pivoted from the sight.

"Let Sesshomaru come. For he will be your downfall, not I."