'What a spoilt brat'The king thought to himself.There is no reason for her to act all moody..The king has to admit that so many times he wanted to snap her neck and chop her into tiny pieces.But he can't do anything until he is instructed to do Claudia or Valian.He swallowed a lump that was lorged on his throat and his eyes returned back to the caramel color.. His eyes fell back onto the document only to find his hand on the paper.He looked at his hands and noticed they have started to wrinkle.He turned the hand in clockwise motion several times and each time ,he merely stared at the hand.He is indeed turning into the old man.
The effects of wearing this mask.It was an adoptive mask.Whoever it was crafted to resemble, it will change the appearance of the wearer until they are a duplicate of the original.The only thing required of the wearer is to put on the face mask with the tentacles, emerging off of it.The tentacles penetrate the skin and will travel in the blood stream of the wearer until they have altered each and every inch of the wearer. However this is not a simple as that.. It is an unbearable feeling when the tentacles pierce the skin, so that time when Adrian was screaming heartlessly it was the fact that the twist the tentacle had made with his blood vessels, were so deep rooted so it was like Valian was pulling on his veins and tearing them.Albeit Valian was maticoulousy gentle considering the fact that Adrian didn't bleed which is normally the case ,but that doesn't make it any less painful.Nayr felt the piercing that day however it is incredibly difficult to tell if it was pain or pressure.He can't feel anything anyway because he is somewhere between living and dead, so all his pain nerves are damaged.He also keeps feeling pressure throughout his body but he assumes it's because of the tentacles and the evidence is visible on his hands.
Even if they have feeding him all the delicacies of the kingdom, he can't seem to enjoy them.They taste so terrible on his tongue, it is like he is continuously swallowing a bottle of bitter horse medicine.What he needs is something heavy like raw and bloody meat!!
As he thought about this ,he suddenly felt the need to place his hand over his stomach which was oozing a huge surge of pressure.He moved his hand over his pelvis several times and each time he closed his eyes softly because the pressure mostly on his pelvis was just too much.He wishes he could think of a distraction right now but the only image that keeps replaying in his head is a bloodied screen and a strange man screaming at the top of his lungs.Nayr just sees himself standing there while this man gets butches behind a screen.He wants to reach out to help but he can't seem to move.He is simply just paralysed on the spot..The man yells for Nayr to help him but Nayr is just standing there ,motionless...
As these images flashed though this head, the pressure on his stomach was getting unbearable by the moment..His circular motions transcended into pressing.He placed his arm on the table while the other pressed his stomach.He wrinkled his forehead as the pressure elevated.He forced a bundle of saliva that had collected in his mouth.Nayr felt like he was swallowing kerosene.The bitter sensation in his mouth was not making him feel any less nauseous to say the least..He started to exhale heavily and his forehead was getting sweaty.He could feel the water streaks on his face underneath the mask.Despite the way he feels underneath the mask, his appearance on the outside was too exceptional.Not a single worry line was on sight yet he felt like a worm is boring through his abdomen.He wants to open his mouth and yell for help but what good will that do.Who is going to help him?
Nayr supported his weight on the table with his hand.He tried to stand up but had surreal dizziness.As soon as he stood on his feet, he felt the world beneath his feet begin to spin very fast, and he fell back to his chair.If you could see beneath the mask, one could see that Nayr was in irrevocable pain.He started to cry as the pressure on his abdomen that started from his pelvis now manifested all the way to his entire abdomen.The pressure pangs were similar to severe gastritis.As he had his eyes closed , he kept hearing the man s screaming voice..'Nayr! Nayr!Help me!'
Nayr was receiving torture from both ends of the blade.He released soft cries and continued to press onto his stomach.At this point, he was just too weak to press any much further, maybe he could fall onto a hard substance.He gathered all the strength he has so that he could fall on the floor and cuddle up.He picked himself from his throne and as soon as he was standing, he lost strength and fell sideways like a a smooth thread bending in the wind.For arbitrary reasons his throne is elevated off the ground so when he falls ,he will land on the ground from a flight of stairs.The stairs are situated on the both sides of the throne.So him falling over like a bendy twig, is going to position him on the stairs.
As soon as his body landed on the fine edged stairs, he felt his ribs start to collapse.The pressure of this compaction erupt in his body leading to him feel yet another source pressure in his head as he felt his head he constricted.
He laid there letting tear after the other.He was in so much pain and there is nothing he can do and as for the voice, yelling on his head, it feels like a trap.He doesn't know any of the people who keep socializig with him on a daily basis.He only knows of Valian and Claudia, but all he knows is he should be obedient towards them.He can't even remember who this person in his head yet that person is haunting him.Even when he goes to bed at night, he keeps seeing the same thing over and over again.It has no end to it.The nightmare continues even as he is awake.He laid there and cried.He can't imagine himself leaving like this for the rest of his ill-fated life.. He sobbed so heartlessly, the voice in his head didn't cease to scream and his eyes keep showing him the silhouette of the slayed body...
"Hello ,is anyone there", the tea maker tiptoed over towards the otherside of the throne.He was carrying a tray of Nayr s afternoon tea.Ayl had just made it and told him to deliver it to the king.Actually it's the tea maker s duty but it seems as I Nayr hates everything that the tea maker touches which is why Orl is the one making it.As soonas he steeped into the meeting room,he couldn't Nayr just thought of setting up the tea here and coming back latter.The moment he placed the tray on the table,he heard crying sounds but couldn't see what was causing them.He approached with caution and the sobbing sounds were becoming more defined.He saw the trail of an imperail cloth on the fleet of stairs and immediately after that ,he saw a human hand.His sneaks changed into stumps as he identified the feature lying on the ground.
"Sire, oh no!! sire are you okay" the tea maker kneeled next to Nayr and shook him gently..Nayr was not moving and was just sobbing softly..The teamaker steeped away panic-stricken to call for help.His face was infinatly pale as he thought that Nayr was dying.As soon as he was five feet away from Nayr s body, a thunder bolt struck though his abdomen. Blood escaped from his mouth as if it had been waiting all alone.. The thick red liquid dropped onto the fine flooring like paint from a tap.Succesively floods of the red liquid managed to escape his mouth making his face eve paler than at first.At one point ,he coughed out the blood as he felt it choke him.As soon as he heard the dripping on the floor, the tea maker looked downwards.His head motions.His eyes were greeted by a smoky tentacle piecing through his abdomen and was sticking out.His face expressed shock before the sun set on his short-lived life.Most of the shock was that smoke could be so string enough to cut through human flesh
His body was then thrown ten feet close to the entry pillars but towards the left
The body was then lifted upwards by the smoky tentacle and the corpse was waved around the room, spreading blood all over the place. Nayr simply watched as the snake tentacle played with the corpse.He could not do anything because he was paralysed by pain...The only thing that he did was grunt and cry with surrender..
"Hello, is everyth.." before he could ask this question, he saw the bloodbath that had just decorated the whole space.The chef gawked at the site in disbelief.What on earth happened??
His heart lept as he thought about the king.He placed his hand through his hair and squatted at the scene.He was getting distraught and was afraid that he was going to be crazy or even worse as they are going to accuse him of murdering the king.He was having a panic attack.Tears started to fall involuntarily from the corner of his Moroccan looking orbs.The colour of his face changed to match the humidity in his throat which was nil.
He hugged his chest after a few seconds of hugging his chest while squatted on the ground.Then he heard mumbling towards the side of the throne.He wiped away years from his eyes and walked over towards that side.He picked up a candle holder as he tiptoed towards the mumbling.He paid extra caution so as to not step on the blood.Orl s eyes fell on the king s figure laying on the stairs with his gown covered in blood,, which probably mostly wasn't his at all.
"Sire.." he jumped when he noticed the king start to move slightly.That was relieved.He steeped onto the stairs to pick-up the king from the stairs.He proped him up and steeped behind him to support him.Just as he was still shifting Nayr, Orl felt his body get thrusted to sitting position back to where he was standing and then got blocked by Nayr s frame.Before he could understand what was happening he saw Nayr who was towering over spit out black blood...He gurgled the black blood and it fell to the floor..The tears from earlier on, escaped from the corners of Orls s eyes as he stared into the eyes of a man spitting black blood.
"Sirreeeeee!!"
'What a spoilt brat'The king thought to himself.There is no reason for her to act all moody..The king has to admit that so many times he wanted to snap her neck and chop her into tiny pieces.But he can't do anything until he is instructed to do Claudia or Valian.He swallowed a lump that was lorged on his throat and his eyes returned back to the caramel color.. His eyes fell back onto the document only to find his hand on the paper.He looked at his hands and noticed they have started to wrinkle.He turned the hand in clockwise motion several times and each time ,he merely stared at the hand.He is indeed turning into the old man.
The effects of wearing this mask.It was an adoptive mask.Whoever it was crafted to resemble, it will change the appearance of the wearer until they are a duplicate of the original.The only thing required of the wearer is to put on the face mask with the tentacles, emerging off of it.The tentacles penetrate the skin and will travel in the blood stream of the wearer until they have altered each and every inch of the wearer. However this is not a simple as that.. It is an unbearable feeling when the tentacles pierce the skin, so that time when Adrian was screaming heartlessly it was the fact that the twist the tentacle had made with his blood vessels, were so deep rooted so it was like Valian was pulling on his veins and tearing them.Albeit Valian was maticoulousy gentle considering the fact that Adrian didn't bleed which is normally the case ,but that doesn't make it any less painful.Nayr felt the piercing that day however it is incredibly difficult to tell if it was pain or pressure.He can't feel anything anyway because he is somewhere between living and dead, so all his pain nerves are damaged.He also keeps feeling pressure throughout his body but he assumes it's because of the tentacles and the evidence is visible on his hands.
Even if they have feeding him all the delicacies of the kingdom, he can't seem to enjoy them.They taste so terrible on his tongue, it is like he is continuously swallowing a bottle of bitter horse medicine.What he needs is something heavy like raw and bloody meat!!
As he thought about this ,he suddenly felt the need to place his hand over his stomach which was oozing a huge surge of pressure.He moved his hand over his pelvis several times and each time he closed his eyes softly because the pressure mostly on his pelvis was just too much.He wishes he could think of a distraction right now but the only image that keeps replaying in his head is a bloodied screen and a strange man screaming at the top of his lungs.Nayr just sees himself standing there while this man gets butches behind a screen.He wants to reach out to help but he can't seem to move.He is simply just paralysed on the spot..The man yells for Nayr to help him but Nayr is just standing there ,motionless...
As these images flashed though this head, the pressure on his stomach was getting unbearable by the moment..His circular motions transcended into pressing.He placed his arm on the table while the other pressed his stomach.He wrinkled his forehead as the pressure elevated.He forced a bundle of saliva that had collected in his mouth.Nayr felt like he was swallowing kerosene.The bitter sensation in his mouth was not making him feel any less nauseous to say the least..He started to exhale heavily and his forehead was getting sweaty.He could feel the water streaks on his face underneath the mask.Despite the way he feels underneath the mask, his appearance on the outside was too exceptional.Not a single worry line was on sight yet he felt like a worm is boring through his abdomen.He wants to open his mouth and yell for help but what good will that do.Who is going to help him?
Nayr supported his weight on the table with his hand.He tried to stand up but had surreal dizziness.As soon as he stood on his feet, he felt the world beneath his feet begin to spin very fast, and he fell back to his chair.If you could see beneath the mask, one could see that Nayr was in irrevocable pain.He started to cry as the pressure on his abdomen that started from his pelvis now manifested all the way to his entire abdomen.The pressure pangs were similar to severe gastritis.As he had his eyes closed , he kept hearing the man s screaming voice..'Nayr! Nayr!Help me!'
Nayr was receiving torture from both ends of the blade.He released soft cries and continued to press onto his stomach.At this point, he was just too weak to press any much further, maybe he could fall onto a hard substance.He gathered all the strength he has so that he could fall on the floor and cuddle up.He picked himself from his throne and as soon as he was standing, he lost strength and fell sideways like a a smooth thread bending in the wind.For arbitrary reasons his throne is elevated off the ground so when he falls ,he will land on the ground from a flight of stairs.The stairs are situated on the both sides of the throne.So him falling over like a bendy twig, is going to position him on the stairs.
As soon as his body landed on the fine edged stairs, he felt his ribs start to collapse.The pressure of this compaction erupt in his body leading to him feel yet another source pressure in his head as he felt his head he constricted.
He laid there letting tear after the other.He was in so much pain and there is nothing he can do and as for the voice, yelling on his head, it feels like a trap.He doesn't know any of the people who keep socializig with him on a daily basis.He only knows of Valian and Claudia, but all he knows is he should be obedient towards them.He can't even remember who this person in his head yet that person is haunting him.Even when he goes to bed at night, he keeps seeing the same thing over and over again.It has no end to it.The nightmare continues even as he is awake.He laid there and cried.He can't imagine himself leaving like this for the rest of his ill-fated life.. He sobbed so heartlessly, the voice in his head didn't cease to scream and his eyes keep showing him the silhouette of the slayed body...
"Hello ,is anyone there", the tea maker tiptoed over towards the otherside of the throne.He was carrying a tray of Nayr s afternoon tea.Ayl had just made it and told him to deliver it to the king.Actually it's the tea maker s duty but it seems as I Nayr hates everything that the tea maker touches which is why Orl is the one making it.As soonas he steeped into the meeting room,he couldn't Nayr just thought of setting up the tea here and coming back latter.The moment he placed the tray on the table,he heard crying sounds but couldn't see what was causing them.He approached with caution and the sobbing sounds were becoming more defined.He saw the trail of an imperail cloth on the fleet of stairs and immediately after that ,he saw a human hand.His sneaks changed into stumps as he identified the feature lying on the ground.
"Sire, oh no!! sire are you okay" the tea maker kneeled next to Nayr and shook him gently..Nayr was not moving and was just sobbing softly..The teamaker steeped away panic-stricken to call for help.His face was infinatly pale as he thought that Nayr was dying.As soon as he was five feet away from Nayr s body, a thunder bolt struck though his abdomen. Blood escaped from his mouth as if it had been waiting all alone.. The thick red liquid dropped onto the fine flooring like paint from a tap.Succesively floods of the red liquid managed to escape his mouth making his face eve paler than at first.At one point ,he coughed out the blood as he felt it choke him.As soon as he heard the dripping on the floor, the tea maker looked downwards.His head motions.His eyes were greeted by a smoky tentacle piecing through his abdomen and was sticking out.His face expressed shock before the sun set on his short-lived life.Most of the shock was that smoke could be so string enough to cut through human flesh
His body was then thrown ten feet close to the entry pillars but towards the left
The body was then lifted upwards by the smoky tentacle and the corpse was waved around the room, spreading blood all over the place. Nayr simply watched as the snake tentacle played with the corpse.He could not do anything because he was paralysed by pain...The only thing that he did was grunt and cry with surrender..
"Hello, is everyth.." before he could ask this question, he saw the bloodbath that had just decorated the whole space.The chef gawked at the site in disbelief.What on earth happened??
His heart lept as he thought about the king.He placed his hand through his hair and squatted at the scene.He was getting distraught and was afraid that he was going to be crazy or even worse as they are going to accuse him of murdering the king.He was having a panic attack.Tears started to fall involuntarily from the corner of his Moroccan looking orbs.The colour of his face changed to match the humidity in his throat which was nil.
He hugged his chest after a few seconds of hugging his chest while squatted on the ground.Then he heard mumbling towards the side of the throne.He wiped away years from his eyes and walked over towards that side.He picked up a candle holder as he tiptoed towards the mumbling.He paid extra caution so as to not step on the blood.Orl s eyes fell on the king s figure laying on the stairs with his gown covered in blood,, which probably mostly wasn't his at all.
"Sire.." he jumped when he noticed the king start to move slightly.That was relieved.He steeped onto the stairs to pick-up the king from the stairs.He proped him up and steeped behind him to support him.Just as he was still shifting Nayr, Orl felt his body get thrusted to sitting position back to where he was standing and then got blocked by Nayr s frame.Before he could understand what was happening he saw Nayr who was towering over spit out black blood...He gurgled the black blood and it fell to the floor..The tears from earlier on, escaped from the corners of Orls s eyes as he stared into the eyes of a man spitting black blood.
"Sirreeeeee!!"
