The Black Hole of Genora [Inactive]

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The Black Hole of Adluria - The Second Garden of Eden

Long ago, in a land East of the farthest star from Earth, lies a black hole. No mortal knows about it, not even the smartest human, alive or dead. All except for one girl... Me. My name is Amanda Zephyr. The people of my new home call me Genora. The people I speak of are the ones who live in the world that's inside of the black hole. They are called the Genorians. Its name originates from their worlds name... Genora... also my new name. You have been brought here from your world to ours for a...
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Nikera walked down the halls of the castle. Her footsteps made echo noises. The skirt of Nikera's dress swung back and forth. When she reached a corner she could hear footsteps behind her. She turned around andthere was an assassin. She sped up trying not to trip on her dress. That's when the assassin gained even more speed. She screamed for the guards but they were all asleep. She tried to run faster. Then she tripped on her god damned dress."Hmmm maybe I should have some fun with you?" The assassin chuckled. Nikera knew what she had to do. She took away his life. But she shrieked in sheer pain. She fell to the ground
 
Tsorats was on his night walk: he slept only 2 hours per night and seldom also. He liked to sweep the streets of the dark city all alone. At least there were no one to get depressed of his appearance, or a danger. However, tonight he was walking around the castle. He has been sick lately and got easily tired so he didn't want to walk far away.


Soon a noise startled him. It came just a few steps away, and he slowly walked there. Filling the corridor with a brooding mood as he did when he was alerted. He found an obvious assassin on top of the lady, lifeless. Frowning slightly, he approached her.
 
Nikera started to freak out. She had a boost of energy. She pushed the man off of her she ran to her room, locked the door, and covered her head with a pillow. She was really afraid. She screamed for the guards to guard her room.
 
Next thing what Tsor did was raising his eyebrows. It wasn't a surprise that she freaked out, but she seemed strong. Feeling a grip in his back, he turned and saw an alerted guard, seeming to think he did it. With no words, he hastily pointed the assassin's body. "How wont we know you weren't his partner?", the guard hissed, pulling him toward him and obviously has never seen him before, making Tsor grunt. "I am god, what do you think about that?", he hissed. Perfect: his night was ruined.
 
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Death moved silently forward along the coast, unseen by all except the sinful spirits, which vanish long before it ever reach them. It was close now, the power emitting from the Hole was unmistakable. The door to Genera hung there, suspended in midair 10 feets off the ground. It hadn't seen that door for eons now, but everything was the same, the symbol on the egdes, the invisible beasts flying over the shore. So the gods are still arrogence as the day it left. It doesn't matter, Death continue toward the door. It was there for the girl, not the gods. And that was when it heard it again, the terrified cry. It felt a soul reaped out of its flesh container, a familiar feeling. Death continued forward and passed through the gate, knowing that at that instant, all the gods could feel a shiver ran through their spine. Death had come home.


As soon as it reached the city beyond, it shrank and assume the human form, disappearing into the night of the not-so-perfect city.
 
Tsor could feel a small shiver across his long body, it making him hum quietly. Welcome home, death, he thought and then nailed his look at the soldier. "Say, shall I indentify myself with the lady Nikera or herr Death?", he suggested retorically. "You don't have evidence, you see."
 
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Death walked silently along the deserted street of the sleeping city. The shadows on either side of it seemed to shiver and curl around its feet. The Gods should have been panic by that feeling they experienced, and they would have had if the One Above All still was with them. But the Great Power's leaving and eons of comfort and safety had dulled their minds, for which they would suffer soon. This is why it left, Death thought, watching emotionlessly the soon-to-be-doomed city, taking in the detail with the certain knowledge that this might be the last time it got to do it. The girl's scent of fear is just ahead.


Death walked up to the door, after phased through the enchanted stone walls of the castle, casually reaped the consciousness of the guards from them, step over their fallen body and enter the room.
 
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Tsor heard the hollow footsteps of his beloved Death. Could the time be this much already? Death is used to take a long walks across the city as he would, but they usually had a different route. Hearing him close, he opened his mouth before the God could get to the room. "I hope you didn't kill them, Dead. You can't even imagine how much those things cost!", he said with an unpleasant smile (and scary stare > :) ). He was one of the fewest gods who really cared about money things. "Say, do have a faintest idea who took him here? He doesn't know who I am."
 
Death stopped at the doorstep and look back emotionlessly. Tsor, the Talkative god. It was suprised that some one in the city still remember the sign of its return. Silently, it flicked its fingers and the minor god arguing with Tsor fell, his mind taken. And before Tsor could speak up, it spoke into his mind, its mental voice a deafening roar, cold and emotionless as the grace: "Shut up and come. I have an use for you." Then it turned and enter the room.
 
Tsor squinted sourly. He hated when he did it but fortunately he was an ace on manipulating too. With slow voice, he successfully drilled inside the arrogant god's will to make a thing clear: "don't do that ever again." However, his face softnede and a small smile rush to his lips. "I'd love to help you dearest. Anything is better than this guard's existense", he pointed out. You can see how his words touched the guard. Not caring about the guard, he turned toward the God. "So, what can I do for you? If you want to sooth her, I would make him cry harder like a brat."
 
Death's human form spoke up in a normal voice. "I need to get her out of here. Prepare transport. The gate in 1 hour."
 
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