Post by hilathic on May 10, 2008 22:35:44 GMT -5
He had caught sight of the man following him just outside of Orsmonder's Meats as he was about to head in back to his home. Could this be an assassin sent by one of his mother's enemies to try to send her a signal. Or had the Cult of Graz'zt found out that he had betrayed them told Wraith many of their secrets and planned to kidnap and torture one of their members.
He had brought the war of the Abyss onto the streets of Sigil, anyone who knew this could want him dead. No one knew though. Only his mother knew why he was her, it was her own personal mission for him. Away for him to prove himself useful to her...
His heart pounded fiercely in his chest as he lead his follower into the darkness of Boneyard Pond. He wasn't trying to give the sod the laugh, he couldn't. He had gotten to close to seeing where he lived. He was leading him into trap. As he rounded the corner of to the pond he raced forward diving into the thick putrid water, making sure to hold onto a brick in the road so as not to slide all the way under.
Entering the luke warm water Hilathic could feel something just under his feet. Something squishy yet sharp on his barefeet. He ignored the sensation for now, seeing his follower turn the corner looking for him. The area around the pond was pitch black and nothing could be seen on either side.
He could see the man clearly from the darkness, he was a human, well dressed, not the type you would expect to be following someone in the hive. Someone must have paid a lot of money to send someone so well dressed after him.
As the man neared the pond he cupped a hand over his face to try to filter the horrid stench of death. The mans eyes darted back and forth trying to pierce the darkness as he drew closer to Hilathic. Heart racing Hilathic pushed off the corpse and up and out of the water partially and grabbed the man by one leg tripping him. The sound of the man's skull cracking on the pavement was sharp and telling in the quiet of the darkness.
Pulling himself from the pond Hilathic stands over the man. "Why are you following me?! Who sent you?!"
Clutching a piece of paper in hand he holds it up, barely conscience and trying to speak, "My... My daughter... have you seen her?"
Grabbing the paper from the mans hand was a picture of a younger woman, pretty in her own way. Hilathic did recognizer her, he could picture a dancer under her while she was in a cage, so drunk and high on some narcotic that she barely flinched as the dancers razored blades cut into her flesh. Laughing and clapping along to the music the entire time until the lose of blood caused her to lose conscienceness.
Fear and rage turn to compassion in Hilathic's voice, "I am sorry. Your daughter is dead. The victim of an endless demonic war that spills into innocent lives, to appease demonic masters. Your daughter died happy feeling very little pain."
The man's face twists in grief upon hearing of the death of his only daughter. For months he had searched the streets spending a vast fortune on seer's and detectives. One of those seers had described this small man as one who would give him the answers he was seeking so he had followed him hoping to find a private place to speak with him. All to find his junkie daughter who had disappeared into the streets of Sigil. Who he had hoped to bring home and get help.
The man attempted to sit up so he could speak with the small fiendling more, when Hilathic held him down. "I am sorry again. You should not have come here." The blast of pain into the mans chest from Hilathic's spells caused him to spasm and hit his throbbing head once again. He tried to grab onto the small man but he had no cloth and his hands slide of his naked flesh. Over come by pain he let the darkness take him with out his daughter there was nothing left to live for anyways.
He had brought the war of the Abyss onto the streets of Sigil, anyone who knew this could want him dead. No one knew though. Only his mother knew why he was her, it was her own personal mission for him. Away for him to prove himself useful to her...
His heart pounded fiercely in his chest as he lead his follower into the darkness of Boneyard Pond. He wasn't trying to give the sod the laugh, he couldn't. He had gotten to close to seeing where he lived. He was leading him into trap. As he rounded the corner of to the pond he raced forward diving into the thick putrid water, making sure to hold onto a brick in the road so as not to slide all the way under.
Entering the luke warm water Hilathic could feel something just under his feet. Something squishy yet sharp on his barefeet. He ignored the sensation for now, seeing his follower turn the corner looking for him. The area around the pond was pitch black and nothing could be seen on either side.
He could see the man clearly from the darkness, he was a human, well dressed, not the type you would expect to be following someone in the hive. Someone must have paid a lot of money to send someone so well dressed after him.
As the man neared the pond he cupped a hand over his face to try to filter the horrid stench of death. The mans eyes darted back and forth trying to pierce the darkness as he drew closer to Hilathic. Heart racing Hilathic pushed off the corpse and up and out of the water partially and grabbed the man by one leg tripping him. The sound of the man's skull cracking on the pavement was sharp and telling in the quiet of the darkness.
Pulling himself from the pond Hilathic stands over the man. "Why are you following me?! Who sent you?!"
Clutching a piece of paper in hand he holds it up, barely conscience and trying to speak, "My... My daughter... have you seen her?"
Grabbing the paper from the mans hand was a picture of a younger woman, pretty in her own way. Hilathic did recognizer her, he could picture a dancer under her while she was in a cage, so drunk and high on some narcotic that she barely flinched as the dancers razored blades cut into her flesh. Laughing and clapping along to the music the entire time until the lose of blood caused her to lose conscienceness.
Fear and rage turn to compassion in Hilathic's voice, "I am sorry. Your daughter is dead. The victim of an endless demonic war that spills into innocent lives, to appease demonic masters. Your daughter died happy feeling very little pain."
The man's face twists in grief upon hearing of the death of his only daughter. For months he had searched the streets spending a vast fortune on seer's and detectives. One of those seers had described this small man as one who would give him the answers he was seeking so he had followed him hoping to find a private place to speak with him. All to find his junkie daughter who had disappeared into the streets of Sigil. Who he had hoped to bring home and get help.
The man attempted to sit up so he could speak with the small fiendling more, when Hilathic held him down. "I am sorry again. You should not have come here." The blast of pain into the mans chest from Hilathic's spells caused him to spasm and hit his throbbing head once again. He tried to grab onto the small man but he had no cloth and his hands slide of his naked flesh. Over come by pain he let the darkness take him with out his daughter there was nothing left to live for anyways.