Cha0s Gaming - The Dark Altar

EasyThreads added Mars to the group. 08/22/2024 21:13

As Tsadi shows his sister his room, and now leads her down the hall and up the stairs, his dread grows. Why is he not scared of what he’s about to do, he wonders. And poor Teth, wholly unaware of her coming end. She makes comments about the architecture of the building. Smiling, and seemingly at ease. “If you like the way it’s made here, wait until you see the altar in the attic.” Yes, suggest that her final pace of being as a tour sight. That will provide the opportunity. The Sea Elf woman hums. Toying with the shells of her necklace. “An altar? Who’s it for?” Tsadi starts guiding her in the necessary direction. “For everyone, and their preferences.” He answers, slightly flat. Traipsing through the halls, the siblings finally come to the stairs leading into the altar room. And as Teth climbs the steps, Tsadi takes a breath. The last, lighthearted, free and unsoiled breath he will ever take. The time has come. (edited)

As Teth stands at the doors, Tsadi comes and pushes them open. His steps are feeling a bit heavier. And his heart as well. But he’s determined. And this is the most valuable sacrifice he can make. *It’s worth it*, he keeps thinking to himself. “Oh my Moon…!” He gasps at the magnificence and drama of the altar. In all its shaded gloom. Bless her, she does not even sense the danger. Tsadi closes, and locks, the doors. “I only recently found out it existed.” He states, his voice lacking its usually present Tsadi-brand emotion. “Let us meditate to prepare our minds, sister.” He takes the same position as last night; kneeling on his knees afore the altar. Teth joins him. Seeming excited. Poor thing.

Upon the altar, lays a blade, it's jagged edges and unique curves perfect for tearing flesh, without making a killing blow. Designed to torture, and not readily kill, the blade beckons him to take it.

Now.... do it... strike her, make her bleed, cry, suffer. The more pain, the longer the torment, the more our bond grows stronger.... leave no inch unscarred... no part of her untouched, no will to live left... Do not end her, until there is nothing left to end....

Ice creeps into his stomach. Taking his opportunity, Tsadi uses his magic to make her more vulnerable to attack.

Suddenly, a magic circle appears on the floor under Teth. With a hum and a flash of pale blue light, she is hoisted up and flipped upside down. Suspended three feet above the floor. “Agh! Tsadi what’s happening?!” She cries out. But her brother only gets to his feet and approaches the altar, silently. Taking the dagger from before Tsadi walks over to his sister. Cutting off any jewellery or clothing items that potentially could get in the way. Of course, cannot struggle. This spell won’t allow it. Oh but she wants to. “Sister,” Tsadi begins in a monotonous tone. “I brought you here because I’ve been asked to torture, mutilate and eventually kill you. In exchange for power that I don’t think o could achieve on my own.” He touches the tip of the blood against her belly. Pressing just enough to draw a few drops of blood. She grits her teeth and tears begin welling up in her fearful eyes. “But why, Tsadi?! What did I do? What power could be worth more than family?!?” She half screams the last part. But her voice doesn’t reach her brother’s ears. “I’ll find out after this is done.” He then repositions the dagger and drags is carefully across her stomach; blood oozing down her chest, and between her breasts. Finally dripping onto the ground. Her screams do not reach Tsadi’s ears either.

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Another cut, and another, and another— forming a lopsided starfish on Teths stomach. Blood is smeared, splattered about and staining the pile of tattered clothes underneath her. Tsadi is being as meticulous as possible to not get any of the blood on anything more than his hands. His sista pleads, and begs, and pleads some more. In vain. She gets it now. She’s going to die here. By her own brother’s hand.

That's it, cut her, tear at her flesh, inside and out, every inch, every orifice, no part of her untouched by the blade.

“So it shall be.” He whispers to himself. Bringing the dagger down to Teth’s left breast, he grips it as firmly as possible. The blade touching her blue flesh. “This will hurt a great deal, Teth.” Not giving her time to reply, he slices her whole teat off. Tossing it off to the side and reaching for the other. In quick success he sets to lopping off the other as well. “AGHHHH, STOP—!!” Her voice fails, and she chokes Bon some blood that got into her mouth. She spits and tries again. “**PLEASE!** TSADI STOP THIS!! PL—“ Tsadi slices her across the face. “Silence please, you’re ruining my art.” Taking a step back, he admires the bloody scene. But realises he isn’t done yet, comes up with a cruel new idea. He takes a nearby short table and brings it over. He steps onto it. Now he has a view of Teth’s piss-stench covered vagina. He holds the dagger over her opening. Not really able to quite see what’s about to happen, She cries and then cries harder. With an icy expression, Tsadi drops the dagger form a small distance into her.

The scream Teth releases is a loud, pained, tortured and angry sound. Woe to her, and her uterus. As her brother takes a firm hold of the blade, and begins rapidly rotating, and thrusting the weapon in and out of her. Repeatedly and with growing force. Until, suddenly, he yanks it out. Tilting his head in curiosity at the flecks of blood on his forearm. “What a spectacular colour…” he comments, ignoring his sister’s weakening pleas. He hops off the table. Pushing it to a better angle for his next move. Without warning, he stabs the dagger into her lower back; dragging it down her dorsal area. All the way up to the base of her neck. Where he then begins skinning specific muscles and areas. Carefully setting them on the altar. One at a time. Teth’s voice has grown hoarse. Her cries are getting more infrequent. He is running out of time. Time to move onto her feet. Which he does; cutting off her toes. While humming a song they learned as children. Once done there, he goes to her face. Looking into her eyes he sees her heartbreak. Her pain— and not what’s on the outside. It doesn’t faze him. He’s already mourned her and sees no use in doing it again. Placing a tense hand on her cheek, he offers an empty smile. Before gripping her firmly and dragging the blade across the other side of her face. Repeating this until she’s nearly unrecognisable.

She only quietly sobs, and winces from the horror now. Stripped of dignity, her flesh, her toes, and soon her hands. “Only a little left to go, Teth. Soon you will leave this world.” He whispers coldly to her. Taking a kneel, he grabs one of her hands. Slipping the edge of the blade under nail. Adjusting his grip, Tsadi gives the dagger a swift turn. Which tears her nail from its bed. With a triumphant hum, he goes and sets the nail on the altar. Along with the other viscera. Returning, he continues on with vim. Hastily rocking the rest of her nails. And then her fingers; knuckle by knuckle. Coming to her wrists, he struggles at first to cut them off. But finally manages. Having an easier time with the opposite hand and wrist. Making sure to neatly arrange each piece. And finally, when he’s run out of ideas, and Teth is starting to fade, he sighs. Having begun to get used to the terror and trauma of it all. He’d even say he was beginning to enjoy it. “Well… it’s time, sister.” He coos to her. A modicum of emotion returning to his voice. “I’ll cut your throat now. Sending you to our ancestors. To mother and father. Give them my love, if you please.” He smiles one last time to her mutilated face. With ritualistic finality he takes the quenched blade and slits her throat. Stepping back again to watch the remaining blood in her body pour out.

NO!!!! Do not slit her throat..... her suffering is not yet over. Rape her, filet her, let her death come from loss of will to live, let her bleed, cry and suffer till her end comes on it's own. User her, abuse her, torture her, let her last moments be of her own flesh, treating her as nothing more than a thing to abuse for your own gratification, for nothing more than the shear twisted demented, palpable torment and suffering we hold over her. She's here.... for us... for our entertainment.... let's not waste her so easily...

Tilting his head he makes a curios sound. “This is only my first time, Voice of the Dark. Forgive me, I ran out of ideas. As my cruelty has yet to grow, and be as great as yours.” He idly pokes one of Teth’s severed muscles on the altar.

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“Besides I have no attraction of that nature to my sister.”

You think too much.... this isn't logic... it's hatred, it's bitterness, coldness. Let go of any attachments you have to who she is, and see her for what she is. A sack of blood to be spilled. a body to be ravaged... a usless being who's life matters not.... Destroy her, body and soul... she must suffer endlessly... and from you....

He huffs. Crossing his bloody arms. “With respect, perhaps you do not think enough.” He gestures to Teth’s corpse. “Look at my work; it is art.”

you mistake my intentions... It would be wise not to do so further... This isn't sexual, we have no interest in sex... noo... this is control, taking everything she has. every ounce of herself is yours for the taking....

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I am pleased with your work, yes, but she has much more left to take....

22:28

She will give you nothing, but you will take everything.....

He Hums. “Take everything, hmm?” He looks at Teth in thought. “What about a substitution? I can remove all of her flesh. Then you can have them. I want nothing but the power I’m bargaining for.”

How can you know power if you will not wield it. You have power over her, yet you will not do as your told.. Insolent fool!!!! *the flesh you carved bursts into flame* If you've not the will to do what must be done, I will find another who's heart is as black as the void itself. You are weak, pathetic. You approach the altar, you beckon my power, and then deny my will! This is your last chance mortal... I will not be denied what's mine!

He steps back, frightened. But then he hardens his face once again. “Then… I will do it. I did not do all this for nothing.” He turns and neutralises his spell. Teth’s corpse falls to the group with a wet slap. He approaches it, and examines for an existing orifice he would be interested in. Ultimately deciding to cut a new hole, in her right, mid and torso. He the begins fondling himself, slowly growing an erection. Then suddenly, something clicks. All the blood, all the fleshy buts— the visceral energy of it all— it’s beginning to arouse him. “Hmm, this might be enjoyable, actually.” He scoots closer, poking the opening with the head of his manhood. Pushing it in slowly, he’s surprised. As could be seen from his face. “Oh, that *is* nice…” he gyrates his hips. Beginning to enjoy the sensation a great deal. “Is this satisfying for you?” He asks the Voice. Making a showy example of his gorey, sexual exploitation of his sister’s corpse.

Interesting, but she's not repulsed, that's a new area.. not one she holds sacred. Take what she holds most precious... her innocence.... But this.. this is new, but there's so much more you can do to her. Take from her.. just look at her, that fear you were about to... she looks almost relieved now that you didn't... Let's show her what false hope looks like...

“Ahh, I understand now.” He pulls out to the wound with a strange, wet sound. Then he manoeuvres to the traditional position. He can feel his mind changing. Becoming more… open. He slips in with a sort of renewed interest. Fucking Teth’s corpse with a newfound sense of domination. “Like- Like this?” He’s really beginning to enjoy this, it seems.

*a dark, deep laugh can be heard in your mind as he shares a vision of her dying, her last memory of you inside her as she succumbs to her injuries, then you continuing with her corpse desecrating it*

Suddenly, you realize it's not a vision, as your mind becomes clear to the fact it's happening now, before you.... as she stares up at you in absolute horror, not recognizing the person before her

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She's no longer seening you... she's seeing HIM

A small, dark smile begins to form. Glad that this dark entity is even close to proud of his actions. He begins thrusting with a demented hunger. “Yes… remember this.” He reaches up and begins choking her. “You are my ticket to power.” His thrusting rhythm increasing. As does his pleasure.

As the light begins to leave her eyes, her last words are. "brother, why.... " fear replaced with sadness, hopelessness, she no longer wish to live in a world that could do this to her brother. That could be this cruel, this cold, this broken. Like she is... She closes her eyes, and lets herself go.....

Now.. finish with her corpse, do not let her death come at peace... ensure her corpse, what's left of it, finds no rest.. Enjoy what you have taken.... Everything she was, is now yours...

The words of encouragement from the Voice egg him on. He thrust harder, feeling the pressure build. That power is so close… “So… close…” his rhythm starts to become erratic. Soon, he Weill have more strength than he knows what to do with. And this horrible fact excites him. Gripping Teth’s bloody hips, he bursts into a final sprint of thrusts. One, five, thirteen— and then; with an animalistic sound, he thrusts in one last time. Release his seed into the corpse.

Very good... now.. gaze upon what you have made.. revel in your dominance of another soul. What you've reduced your own flesh and blood into... Gaze upon it in all it's glory.....

Pulling out, he gets up. Still experiencing the last few throbs of pleasure, he steps back and examines the scene. The dark, demented art piece before him. He holds out his arms in a pious manner. Smiling, covered in his sister’s blood. “It is done, and it’s beautiful.”

The blade you used to torment your sister, begins to float, and pulse with power. Her blood seeping into it.

Take the dagger, keep it well, use it to spill more blood, cause more suffering. Together we will reap this land of all that dares to get in our way. By sacrificing something so dear to you before, you have become mine... Now.. take the dagger, and cut out your own eye. So that I may replace it with my sight. So that I may see through you. Remove your tongue, so that I may speak through you. You shall become my vessel....

Gulping, he brings the dagger up to his mouth. Sticking his tongue out he grips it between his thumb and index finger. Taking a deep, shaky breath— he quickly and very suddenly slices off his own tongue. He screams, yes. Pain does that. But the influence of this being gives him the strength to continue. Trying not to whimper, he brings the blade to the corner of his eye. He curses himself for being so shaky. And slowly, with all the care and strength he can muster, sticks it into his eye sockets. Pulling out his eye; chocking back another scream. One day his intolerance to pain with no longer be a problem. He tries to say ‘here they are.’ But only blood and incomprehensible words fall out. What a mess.

Very good...

His eye becomes a deep crimson mist, like flowing blood. His tongue replaced by a black shadow, granting him the ability to speak once more, although now he speaks with the authority granted from Libris himself.

“Th-Thank you.” He wiggles his new shade tongue. “That’s an odd sensation.”

The voice in his head goes silent. Sated..... for now....

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Save for one word.... Libris

His new tongue aids in echoing the name. “*Libris*… That’s the voice’s name.” He smiles in triumph. Turning around, the cool air on his nethers and the body of his sister remind him he need to clean up. “Hmm… Oh!” He clears his throat and holds out his hands in the direction of all the bloody mess.

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Concentrating, he tugs at the form of the blood with his magic. Watching as it moves smother than he moves water itself. Drawing it all back into Teth’s corpse. With a twisted smile, he chuckles. “Well now, this certainly feels easier.” He then forces the corpse to rise; contorting its limbs and making it stand.

23:46

“What to do with you…” he glanced about.

23:52

Realising the significance of this corpse, Tsadi directs it to shamble over to the altar. Where it bends in strange ways to get up on top of it. Collapsing as he releases his control over it. He approaches. “Hmm…” he manipulates the limbs to and body to resemble a goats head. Tsadi envisions Libris as a demented goat creature, after all. So it should please. The Elf moves to gather up his clothes. Drawing the blood stains out with magic. Once all dressed, he makes sure there’s no obvious signs that something happened. He goes to the doors. Unlocking them, but before stepping out, adjusts his hair to cover his crimson socket. Interesting replacement for his left eye. “That should do it.” Then he departs the attic.