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May. 18th, 2011 01:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexanderwhite"Tell me," Came the familiar, hellish bass toned voice into his mind, "How does that feel?"
Asmodeus grit his teeth around a pained growl, and hissed as he tried to get up from his knees, feeling his body tremble, every pain receptor firing in a pale attempt to remind him that he was without his skin. He hadn't anticipated the return of the corrupted, angry soul, especially from within his current body. His body started becoming unbearably hot, starting from inside him, turning outward.
"You destroyed me, Asmodey. How dare you attempt to take over what is not rightly yours." The voice inside his mind started to filter through into his lipless mouth, and Asmodeus tried to keep it from coming into reality, in some futile attempt to keep control. He knew that, even though he was older, and just as strong, the power of the true king of Wrath had put him into a virtual checkmate. He could feel his body being taken over by the remnants of the terrible soul he'd taken from Raziel. From his hands, he could feel claws growing swiftly. He could tell that he was going blind. The gentle, soft features of the face grew severe and sharp, and the body became less slender and androgynous, taking on a more masculine shape.
"Get out of this body. Relinquish it to me, Asmodeus. You have paid ill attention to your Kingdom, go back there and see to it," the tone was imposing, almost too persuasive to be argued with, but Asmodey refused. He held on for as long as he could before he felt a strong push out of his own body, and he knew that, even with vengeance, he could never take the body back. It was his now. And for some strange reason, Asmodeus had a feeling that Mephistopheles was no longer a simple ruler of one of the levels.
Mephistopheles had taken up a new mantle. And as Asmodeus was thrust back into his kingdom, he felt the shift in power.
Satan was gone. And in Her place, a new, terrible King stood, clawing to the surface from Cocytus. It was a familiar soul, one he'd spent ages looking after in the world of Humans.
Ash, Asmodeus mentally screamed as he gained his bearings back in hell, He's returned. There was nothing I could do. Prepare, sister.
Asmodeus grit his teeth around a pained growl, and hissed as he tried to get up from his knees, feeling his body tremble, every pain receptor firing in a pale attempt to remind him that he was without his skin. He hadn't anticipated the return of the corrupted, angry soul, especially from within his current body. His body started becoming unbearably hot, starting from inside him, turning outward.
"You destroyed me, Asmodey. How dare you attempt to take over what is not rightly yours." The voice inside his mind started to filter through into his lipless mouth, and Asmodeus tried to keep it from coming into reality, in some futile attempt to keep control. He knew that, even though he was older, and just as strong, the power of the true king of Wrath had put him into a virtual checkmate. He could feel his body being taken over by the remnants of the terrible soul he'd taken from Raziel. From his hands, he could feel claws growing swiftly. He could tell that he was going blind. The gentle, soft features of the face grew severe and sharp, and the body became less slender and androgynous, taking on a more masculine shape.
"Get out of this body. Relinquish it to me, Asmodeus. You have paid ill attention to your Kingdom, go back there and see to it," the tone was imposing, almost too persuasive to be argued with, but Asmodey refused. He held on for as long as he could before he felt a strong push out of his own body, and he knew that, even with vengeance, he could never take the body back. It was his now. And for some strange reason, Asmodeus had a feeling that Mephistopheles was no longer a simple ruler of one of the levels.
Mephistopheles had taken up a new mantle. And as Asmodeus was thrust back into his kingdom, he felt the shift in power.
Satan was gone. And in Her place, a new, terrible King stood, clawing to the surface from Cocytus. It was a familiar soul, one he'd spent ages looking after in the world of Humans.
Ash, Asmodeus mentally screamed as he gained his bearings back in hell, He's returned. There was nothing I could do. Prepare, sister.
