All in Good Time [KAKAI] Apr 18, 2013 17:12:56 GMT -4
Post by Tobias 'Hybris' Kipling on Apr 18, 2013 17:12:56 GMT -4
Fort York, how atrocious its current state was even though a stalemate bloomed like a flower bent over a river of poisonous chaos. It was nothing but thorns and brackish stem, steam powered flowers long decrepit and devoid of petals made from the very souls of its inhabitants. What was once a hedge maze of society, twisting corridors of lavish living and horrible deeds done away from prying eyes in the heart of the labyrinth where the minotaur drank the blood of the innocent, was now a skeleton with no color except the ashes of the dead sticking to its exposed bones. It would seem this place was finished, a tally mark upon a general’s table as lost land, forbidden ground. Certain death awaited those who ventured too deep into the maze of concrete and metal, due to the fall of the maze’s walls, letting forth the minotaur and hellhounds and furies with no chains to shackle their wrath. Still, even to the creatures painted demons and devils still had business to attend to, and for them, the battle was just beginning.
Yet, for such a dead place, it was filled with the cries of living creatures, miniscule heartbeats nestled deep in the depths of a most literal hell, only rivaled by the croaking cries of the crows that thrived in the death and decay. The deadened blackness of the Necropolis silhouetted by a sunset that bled red and orange across the sky, with its obsidian spires jutting our from its form like vertebrae upon a creature only found in the deepest trenches of the oceans, seemed alive in such vibrantly macabre hues. Veins of shadows laced across the masses of lifeless lesser, casting darkness while the inside of the massive building was alive with carefully orchestrated light and splashed projection of light through stained glass.
Upon one of the many breaks in the organic architecture, a balcony was barely visible, its railing twisted upwards at either side to meet the walls like waves frozen in dark time. A figure stood, dressed with the same unfettering shades of black as if he had sprung from the absence of light itself. His head was bowed; the eyes that challenged the bleakness of his surroundings with fiery shades of hell were focused upon the crows before him. Ravens were more intelligent than their smaller counterparts, not as easily convinced to help even though they would be more fit for the task he was preparing these birds for. A small nuisance, but it hadn’t gotten in his way. The crows would do as he asked, and they gave little protest as he secured pieces of paper to their scaled claws, papers that requested the presence of a Kakai within each. They were to convene at the place in which all of them knew as sanctuary, something familiar to their foreign minds, a place that hearkened to their origins like no man-made structure could. A perfect place for a meeting of all the embodiments of sin.
Hybris had Pothos to thank in a way, for giving him the idea to do such a thing.in the first place. Summon, rather than hunt down. His kind was as illusive as smoke after extinguished flame. Fleeting, before they faded away to some other part of the city to pursue their own needs and goals. A meeting of kin was long overdue, there was much to be discussed now that all the sins were filled by overminds with reputations that preceded them.
Once the last crow was released, Hybris leaned against the balcony, looking at the black silhouettes of the messengers as they passed over the roofs and streets to look for their recipients. There was nothing more to do than wait now, but a small narrowing of his eyes showed the thought was waiting was less than ideal to him. He turned away, leaving the balcony and the disappearing forms of the crows in the sky to return to the internal Necropolis. Soon, the sentinels of Satan’s will would come.