Battle for Uber: The Tale of Merlina (562 hits)
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Submitted by Id (View user info) at 2005-02-11 12:47:01 EST
This is but a side story to the universe created by Potatomanjack79 (PMJ)
http://www.ubersite.com/m/53914
It is not intended to replace the project that he has taken upon himself, but rather to compliment it. It is my hope to enhance the obvious hours of work PMJ has spent with this world of Uber.
For background info, read the link provided.
Enjoy.
The Tale of Wiki - http://www.ubersite.com/m/59170
The Tale of Bizdorph - http://www.ubersite.com/m/59223
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The festival was in full swing when the predator arrived to stalk its prey.
It came without fanfare, merely mixing with the throngs of faire-goers, trading greetings and friendly calls of salutation to those who so gave them, even sampling some of the ale being offered at one of the many brightly colored booths. For it was the end of the harvest, when the nights grew longer and the air grew cold. For it was a time of celebration, to rejoice, to praise their god for blessing them with such bounty.
Twas also a time to pay homage to their superstitions, their fears. For with the increase in the dark of night came the increase of (in their minds) the visitation of the supernatural: the spirits of the land. Tributes to the dead in the form of food and candles dotted empty patches of grass here and there. They were appease the ghosts, the people claimed, for should their hunger not be slaked with willing offerings, then vengeful wraiths of a sort dwelling in the bowels of the human psyche would gorge upon their very souls.
The predator planned on claiming its bounty as well, for this was its night, its time to satiate its perverse appetites, its time to roam its hunting ground, the land of the living. Only one victim did it seek, but in that person would need be the things which the monster craved above all others. It would take a special person indeed that caught the eye of the browsing monster.
Just then a ball of sinew and twine fell at the predator's feet. A group of small boys appeared, to take back their plaything, but stopped once in view of the dark mockery of humanity that was the predator. Human enough did it the dark figure look, but with the keen senses only children possess, the knowledge of the fairy world that no adult could possibly fathom, the boys knew this stranger was not quite right. And more over, not to be approached. The predator of man kneeled, took the ball into its pale hands. It reached out to the startled boys, offering the ball back, if they would come but a little closer.
Cautiously now the eldest child of the group did come forth, peering into the hooded cloak the stranger wore. Then was the hood removed, revealing a very fair face of pale yet lovely skin and long, black hair. Twere the predator's eyes that captivated the boy most though: sharp, and as blue as the sea, they affixed the boy with a gaze of both chilling intensity and tender warmth. At last, the boy advanced and claimed the ball, but as he turned to leave, a slender arm darted out from the loose cloak and took the boys wrist. The shocked youth froze, his childhood compatriots glancing at one another, unsure of what to do.
Then did the predator, the dark stranger of sea blue eyes, produce a bright apple from the depths of its cloak. It smiled at the boy, bidding him to take it. The boy, eager to be away from this unsettling figure, snatched the fruit up and dashed off once released from the powerful grip holding him.
Latter in the evening, the group of young boys divided the apple and ate it. They died of poison the next night.
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"Lelia, it will be heaven. We will leave the old country behind, start a new life together in the capital." The young man was quite drunk, but the red-headed beauty that was Lelia did not care. For she was equally intoxicated with the young man Halas, young and headstrong as he was.
"For we will go to Noldor," speaking again of the great fortress-capital of the Maelstrom Empire, "and I shall become a warrior of the Blades of Bedlam, and rise to be the greatest servant of king JMG114. And we shall *BBBBUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP!!!* raise many sons and daughters....." Halas trailed off, the alcohol beginning to take its toll.
"Come my love," implored the radiant Lelia, "we shall speak of this again in the morrow. We mustn't let your father see you like this. It's bad enough you plan to leave your home against his wishes. Let him not also think you a drunken fool."
"Aight.....it's all-aight Leli....Lelia. I am perfectly capable, of standing up for myself," Halas blathered as Lelia helped him to his feet from their spot on the grass. "For my dear, we shall not speak of this in the morrow, we shall be leaving this very morning! Oh please say you will Lelia. My heart *hiccup* could not take the blow if you refused me now!"
Lelia gazed at her beloved, tears welling in her lovely brown eyes. "I.....oh of course Halas!! Let us quit this wasted and dull land, let us go to Noldor. Oh my love, we shall be married as soon as we pass through the city's gates!!"
The two lovers shared a passionate kiss. Their raw emotion and longing for one another was matched by the intensity and lust now held in the eyes of the predator. It gazed at the young bodies, coiled in romantic embrace. The dark stranger envisioned touching their flesh, making them both scream in rapturous agony, filling the darkening evening sky with melodies of pain. Oh, the feast that was to come on this night. For now the hunter had found its perfect prey, the radiating love of the young couple drawing it like the struggles of a wounded animal.
Lelia and Halas rose and made their way out of the colored tents and chipper music of the faire. The predator followed.
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The waxing moon has just now begun to rise over the darkened horizon. The lights of the faire were now distant, as Lelia and the stumbling Halas made their way back to their home in the nearby town. They tramped through overturned stalks of corn and torn soil, the remnants of the harvest. The crunch of dry stalks filled the air as they went underfoot of the hopeful couple. For the world would soon be laid out before them, a great banquet of life's joy and challenges simmering for them to sample and taste at their leisure.
Now suddenly the two stopped.
"Did you hear something Halas?"
"Yes....tis the sound of my blissful heart, as it....."
"No! I mean, I think someone's out there. Oh God, it may be your father...maybe he heard us at the faire..and now he-."
A long, soft laugh silenced the distressed voice of the rare and radiant Lelia. Now the predator no longer bothered itself with stealth and cunning. The hunter was close now. The prey was now within reach.
"Oh no my little ones, no father for you. No blissful nights within the cold walls of the capital, no children to cling to your bosom as your husband fights for the king. No...you are to be my muses, my instruments....my feast."
Lelia froze, but Halas moved her aside and stood before the dark monster. "I say to you, good sir, that your time here with us *hiccup* is at an end. Your wicked words shall be the end of you." And with that Halas charged.
But moments later, Halas lay dead at the feet of the grinning fiend. A cruel, curved dagger stood in his belly, as the smell of blood rose into the night. Lelia said nothing, just stood frozen, staring at the corpse that was once her lover.
"Pity that, but I suppose tis all for the best my lovely. Now you and I can be alone together, and after you watch me rend your beloved's flesh to pieces, I shall feast upon your cries of pain and despair as I......"
The dark man stopped, both talking and advancing at the frozen Lelia. For he, the predator of over 2 decades, the taker of countless lives, the conductor of gruesome rhythms, felt no fear from the small form of the red-haired maiden. Suddenly did she turn her face, staring into the handsome visage of the predator.
No longer were her eyes a dull brown, but now glowing red with the heat of an inferno.
No longer was her hair that of mankind, but now made of leathery, blood-red dreadlocks.
No longer was her face stiff with shock, but now as white as snow, save the red lips and long, serpentine tongue jutting out amongst long, razor sharp teeth.
No longer stood Lelia, maiden of men, but now Merlina, dark Lady of the Succubae, demon of Hell's Swarm.
The predator gasped, and felt fear in his heart, fear that was ten-fold greater than any he had inspired before.
Merlina gave a shrill cry, sending the quaking man to his knees. Blood gushed from his ears, both shattered by the demonic power of the Succubus's voice. Then did the dark lady pounce upon the predator.
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The former predator awoke, naked and bound to a cold slap of rock with thick black chains. The smell of mold and decay permeated the room, a single torch lighting the small dungeon. Merlina stood nearby, glowing eyes surveying the shaking mass of flesh that had been cunning and merciless killer only hours before. The imprisoned predator gazed at the naked form of the lady-demon, whose form was perfect in every way, save one aspect: great black wings resembling those of a bat rested on the back of the lovely monster, twitching every now and then, as if possessed of a different will than that of Merlina, aching to stretch and soar into the night sky.
But first, it was time to feed.
"You have caused me considerable trouble, weak and little man. I spent two months with that boy you killed. I was preparing to wed that mortal and consume his flesh on our wedding night! All that time of baiting the witless fool, savoring the flavor of his blood as his lips kissed mine, shaping his will and dreams to that which I gave him. All so that you could crash in like a great stupid beast and slay him with your silly little piece of steel." She held the cruel and curved dagger in her flawless hands, her nails as red as rubies. She studied it for a moment, then looked back at the helpless man. His manhood had become fully erect.
"So, even, now, in the moment of your doom, you can not resist my form. She began to trace an invisible line along her body with one hand, teasing and taunting, cupping her breast and licking it with her snake tongue. She paused then, and for a split second considered ravaging the pitiful creature, considered riding him like a chained craven beast, making him appease her boundless lust, now brimming after two months of patient wait.
But no. There were more important things in life than sex. "Come now," she purred, gliding over to the stone slab where her prisoner/meal awaited, "we can't have you distracted from the great.....music....as you like to call it, that is about to occur." And with that she castrated the feeble predator with one swipe of his own cruel blade.
Merlina did not savor the howls of agony that followed, however. For her mind was suddenly filled with a dark, all consuming voice, the likes of which made even her nefarious self shiver. For now she heard the black words of Method, Chair of the Black Council of the Hell's Swarm. Ruler of all evil that dwelt in the land of Uber.
"COME TO ME, HELLSPAWN. OBEY!!!"
And with that command, the voice from within Merlina's head vanished. She knew not what this summons meant; but that only a situation of great importance would prompt the prince of darkness to call out to the whole host of his demonic legions. She would have to finish this whimpering human quickly.
With one swift motion, Merlina plunged her clawed hand into the predator's chest, and pulled out his quivering heart. As the screams turned to gurgling fits and noises, the demon-woman devoured the bloody organ. Twas not what she had originally intended, but it would have to do.
For her lord and master, Method, had called. And no demon, not even Merlina, dark Succubus of Hell's Swarm, could refuse his beckoning words.
User Reviews
Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2005-10-05 10:31:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Just read this again and I swear I'm not saying this because its a Tale about Merlina... but... its really awesome writing.. I can't believe it didn't get more hits. What a waste.
Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2005-02-13 11:28:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
oh that rocks.
AWESOME stuff.
you have to write more...
Submitted by tinactin (user info) at 2005-02-12 07:36:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Id rules
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-02-12 07:25:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Dude! This fucking rules. NOw I have to go read the other two. But I'm so laay-zeeeee...
If you're bored, write one about me! I'll repay the favour.
Submitted by Beer_bong (user info) at 2005-02-11 15:44:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
SOMEBODY WRITE ONE ABOUT ME!!!!!!
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2005-02-11 14:23:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Hey, this was pretty fucking good. It's too bad that because it's so long nobody is reading it.
Submitted by Jimmy (user info) at 2005-02-11 14:19:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Way to get three reviews champ
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-02-11 13:38:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by TheSpook (user info) at 2005-02-11 13:34:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This stuff needs more hits.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-02-11 12:54:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
"cupping her breast and licking it with her snake tongue."
nice imagery. nice.