[TheGodThatFailed]

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The King of the Carnival Creation
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Hmm, i'm not sure some people would be ok with the ending to this, i did make it fairly sick, so i'm just warning those who might not be ok with it.

(I'm sure fans of Dimmu Borgir will know where the chapter name and char name came from [img]tongue.gif[/img] )
Shagrath was wandering the wilderness, and looking for somehwere to spill some blood, and he came across the perfect place, A carnival. Lots of happy families, people having fun, he could kill and ruin a nice day out. Seemed like the perfect place to him. He had got a Stone to Flesh scroll, and was told of a woman who had been made into a statue. Here was his first mark. he transformed the woman back to her human self, then, as the people gathered to see what he had done, he grabbed her throat, and ran varscona through her gut. The onlookers fled, and the day was already ruined, but he wasn't done yet. A noble un-aware of Shagrath's recent actions, called him 'lowly' and 'common'. Well, how was he supposed to know that Shagrath is actually a son of the god of murder, and very UNcomman indeed. Still, this wasn't an excuse for his words, so naturally, he had to die aswell. Shagrath stormed into a tent, and say a mage who had a witch hostage. Shagrath decided to build up the witchs hopes, then swipe then from her grasp. "Let the girl go, fiend!" he yelled. A fierce battle commenced. The mage cast mirror image, which confused shagrath greatly. "Show yourself, you coward!" he screamed.
"Haha, you're such a great being, you should be able to take me anyway!" rasped the mage. Shagrath swung, and an image dissapeared. This left 3 people. The mage pelted a Magic Missle into shagrath, to little effect. Another mighty hit was scored, this time hitting the mage himself, badly hurting him. "Aagh, lucky, you won't get chance to do THAT again!" He panted, throwing Melfs Acid Arrow into Shagrath. "Hah, I'm stronger than you know, Mage," He said, lunging into another image. "Two left, then it's your head!" Another acid arrow was fired into Shagrath, but he overcame the damage, and lunged again. To Shagrath's suprise, not magic energy, but blood poured from the whole his sword made. "Nngh..." grunted Shagrath's foe. Blood spilled from his mouth as he fell onto his knees. "You...got lucky..." he panted. The body began to fall onto it's front, but only got a few milemeters, becuase Shagrath swung his sword, hewing the mages head from his sholders, spraying himself and the witch with blood, the head just missing the witch by inches. Shagrath stabbed his sword into the corpse and let it stand, then threw his head back, and raised his arms into the air, licking the blood from around his mouth. He lowered his arms, and looked at the witch, through eyes that could kill. He walked towards her, and threw her onto her knees. Neither said anything, she just stared up at Shagrath's blood soaked figure. The dark red stains on his pale skin, his soggy clothing plastered to his chest with blood. "I am completly at your mercy my lord," said the girl, with a scared tone. "Do whatever you will, but i plead for you to help."
Shagrath grabbed the girl by the hair, and pulled her towards him. He moved his grip from her hair, to her face, and took a huge breath, smelling her neck. He breathed out, into her face. Her expression said just about everything bad about his breath, but he didn't notice. "my lord..." She whimpered. He grabbed her face again, and flung her across the floor. She stared up at him. The last thing she saw was his boot decending upon her head.

[ 12-30-2004, 06:06 PM: Message edited by: TheGodThatFailed ]