Innocent Malice - IC

[Vocalia]

Whispers.

It was all she could hear.

Poor little Vocalia, alone and afraid, now sat in the middle of an empty circle of humans. She could see them looking expectantly at one another, murmuring and whispering. Torches lit the dark night while she, garbed in a pale pink dress, silently sat and watched. She didn't know what to do. Everything felt hazy to her as she waited for the unknown.

Perhaps it was a stroke of bad luck, for the people of her village had made a deal with something powerful and he now demanded his payment. He didn't want gold and silver; he had them in abundance. He wanted something else, something more precious, and the villagers realized just what sort of deadly deal they had made far too late.

They scrambled to fulfill the end of the deal. Fathers and mothers refused to surrender their beloved daughter for someone they never met. That was when Vocalia, an orphaned girl without any blood ties, became their choice. They didn't care what become of her; they never did. They only wanted to save themselves from the imminent wrath of their benefactor. Giving her to him would hopefully calm his anger, or so they hoped.

Now they all waited. Waiting for the devil to claim his prize.

The little flower of innocent malice.

[OverLord Wyvern]

the innocent child awaiting her new master, as she was unaware of what was going on. soon the ground around her began to shake, as cracks formed. heat bellowed from the bowls of the earth, as a sinister pair of red eyes formed. something dark was coming, the path back to the village behind her was some how intact, however there was nothing for her there except the depressing life she had.

as the darkness soon had a menacing form, it was slowly taking a more human like shape, as a sword was the first thing to form. scaping against the ground as the red hot steal dragged tours her.

[Vocalia]

The villagers made a mad scramble to get out of his path as the darkness began to take shape. Vocalia didn't dare to look up for she knew that in front of her was her face of nightmare. She simply sat there, waiting for the inevitable to happen. She couldn't run; her feet were tied together and it kept her grounded on the spot. The poor girl quivered in fear as her future lord made his way to her.

[OverLord Wyvern]

soon standing before her was a man in dark blue, and black clothing like nothing any of the villagers could make or think of. his white streamlike, spiked tip hair, and his red eyes. as he looked down at her. with a quick swing of his blade, the girl was fully nude, as her clothing burned off. the fiendish devil was inspecting his prize, as he grabbed her by the hair, lifting the maiden up off the ground. with his one hand, stabbing the blade into the earth with the other. vocalia could feel the devil's cold grasp feeling along her body, as he even licked her cheek.

"this is not what the deal called for, however . . . " as he stopped speaking, his cruel actions were only the tip of the iceberg for what was in store for the child.

[Vocalia]

Vocalia herself was akin to a porcelain doll. Soft cream skin with short honey hair made the girl look like a living doll. Clear violet eyes shut as she winced in pain and bit her lavender pink lips. The man, not being human at all, could also notice that she was still a virgin, a rarity amongst orphans like her, and he could catch a sweet scent coming from her body due to the unusual blood running through her veins.

The villagers whimpered and whispered in fear when the devil seemed displeased with their offering, but as he continued to speak, their hope of safety was seemingly lifted.

[OverLord Wyvern]

dropping vocalia on the ground, virgil ripped his blade out, as he slashed at her, the blade did not make contact, however a powerful heat hit her. as the locals it appeared as if she was cut down, do to the red liquid which spewed out from the impact sight appearing from the distance as blood. as it was actually generated from the heat. the red goo which seeped around her body, was sealing her, as vocalia would soon be pulled into th abyssal den of the demon lord. as he turned to the village, walking past vocalia. his intent was obvious, however the girl was unharmed, and more so she was being covered in a strangely warm, and safe feeling substance, however this was do to the fact she was now marked as his property.


"stupid pesents, you broke our deal. now send out the one which made the arrangements with me. or the one which is his stead. if you do not comply, i will destroy you all right here, and now. " as he threatened them. it would not be long before vocalia disapeared from the earthly realm as she would find herself in the dark chambers which would be her new home.

[Vocalia]

Vocalia winced when she felt the heat searing her skin, but when she looked down, she saw red all around her body and suddenly felt light-headed as she disappeared from the village into her new prison, leaving the villagers in a precarious situation with the devil. The elder, who made the deal with him, decided to step up and try to save his people, walking towards Virgil with his head bowed low.

[OverLord Wyvern]

the elder came out, as he was the first one. virgil smirked, as he sudden smacked the old man to the ground.

"you told me an innocent youth, not some garbage from the orphanage. why shouldn't i kill all of you now. your souls will be fine meal for my hungry pets in the abyss." as he spoke where vocalia once was now laid a puddle which to the villagers appeared to be a small pool of bloody liquified remains.

[Vocalia]

"L-Lord Virgil... The girl... might be of orphan origin... But her soul is the purest and most innocent we have... I'm sure you can see it for yourself..." The elder replied. It was, to a great extent, true. Out of all the women in the village, Vocalia had a kind and pure heart, unlike the other richer women her age who reveled in debauchery and hedonism. "Take my soul if you wish, but please spare these people... They do not deserve such cruel fate..." The elder begged.

[OverLord Wyvern]

" you will all be allowed to live, but in return the children, and the future children will no longer possess there souls. from this day fourth, your people will only be able to bear ghouls, even those that are not from here. this village will be the dooming point of those that anger me." as he spoke the blade began to glow, echoing with the dark despair from his realm. soon all the children in the began to fade, as the sword consumed there souls. the elder could see the anger in virgil's eyes, as he aimed for the most precious thing they could have.