Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24852191-20180205190922/@comment-24852191-20180401063258


 * Meanwhile, Egalmori returns to the room with a sisnister look about his face. He looks at Solomon who is still pinned to the wall.

Eglamori: I have something that I want her as begin defiling your....amazing....body....


 * He snaps his right index finger and his thump together. Two gaurads walk in, they bring a human woman in and throw her to the floor. It is Christiana. He face is smeared with her makeup. Solomon strains on his chains.

Solomon: Christiana!


 * She looks up at him.

Christiana: Dear, you came back. These devils said you wouldn’t.

Solomon: Have they harmed you?

Christiana: Nothing bad. I’ve just been crying thinking of loosing you.


 * He smiles slightly to her. Egalmori chuckles.

Eglamori: Well, isn’t this pleasant. However, what have I mind is far more pleasant for me and neither of you could hever call yourselves innocent again.


 * In a flash, he grabs Christiana and cuffs her to the wall perpendicular to the one Solomon was chained to. He sneers to her as runs a finger down her face.

Eglamori: I think you will find my girth more than pleasing for you. But, first I am going to play with your husband. All the while, you will watch...helplessly.


 * He turns from her and goes to Solomon. He runs his hands up and down Solomon’s shirt.

Eglamori: I’ve never seen anything quite as handsome such as you. I expect you will be more than enough to please me.

Solomon: You sick bastard! I will never surrender myself willingly to you. I would rather.......


 * Before he could continue yelling at Egalmori, the dark elf press his lips to Solomon’s, smothering his words. Solomon resists the elf’s persistent tongue as Egalmori tries to force his way into Solomon’s mouth. Instead, what the elf gets is a defiant head butt from Solomon that pushes him away and slows Solomon to breath. The elf scowls and smacks Solomon across the face.

Egalmori: How dare you strike a prince of my father’s house.


 * Solomon glares at him.

Solomon: I could tell you the same thing.


 * Egalmori ponders Solomon’s statement before laughing slightly.

Egalmori: Your defiance makes my blood boil.

Solomon: How about I instead shoot you or run you through!


 * Egalmori’s eyes brighten slightly with excitement. Solomon becomes frightened as his insult only seem to encourage the diabolical being before him. More disturbingly, the elf’s eyes seem to drift downward towards his lance before looking back him and flashing a wicked grin. Before Solomon can think, the elf was on him again, but this time, Egalmori would have none of his defiance. He grabs the button line of his formal outfit and rips the shirt abart and off of Solomon’s torso, revealing, to the elf, his incredibly well built physique. Solomon could almost see Egalmori loose it as he rushes to lather his hands over the muscles of Solomon’s abs and pecks and soon to his back. Soon, the elf begins kissing him again, first on the neck and then kissing a line down to his abs. Solomon jolts at the ticklish feeling knees the dark elf in the face who falls backwards. Solomon scowls at him

Solomon: I told you to piss off!


 * The elf soon rebounds and moves in again.

Egalmori: Oh, I think I have found.......who is it you say it from Earth? Ah, yes, the jackpot. I think I have hit the jackpot.


 * He begins unzipping Solomon’s pants.

Egalmori: Now, lets see how well you fair to your brother.


 * Egalmori slips his hand in and grabs hold of Solomon and explores his length. Solomon’s breath hitches at the uncomfortable feeling of another man doing this to him. Egalmori releases a lust filled sigh as he plays with his new toy.

Egalmori: Ah, you are very well endowed compared to your brother.


 * He sneers as he looks Christiana as he continues performing on Solomon.

Egalmori: I’m sure when the two of you make love, your voice could be heard by all.


 * She spits at him as she yells.

Christiana: Stop it! He is a good man and does not take part in such vial deeds like this!


 * Egalmori raises a silver eyebrow.

Egalmori: What? You mean your men don’t explore the bodies of other men?

Christiana: Some do, but he does not believe in doing such things...you monster!


 * Egalmore removes his hand from Solomon’s pants and ponders her statement. So he looks at her and smacks her to the floor.

Egalmori: Well, I don’t care and I will have my way with him!


 * She falls down and begins crying as he turns and back to Solomon he attempyto kick him, only to be held back by the chains. Egalmori’s expression turns to one of lust as he drops to his knees, slowly. At this point, Christiana spots Solomon’s gun still lying next to the bed where he had dropped it. Then, she remembers an old trick Solomon had once told her about getting free of restraints. She grits her teeth places her right thumb over the joint of her left thumb and mashes into it, hard, the joint breaks, causing her much pain, but allowing her to bed her thumb in such a way that she could squeeze her hand through the cuffings. She pulls the chain through the loop on the wall quickly and moves for the gun. Just as Egalmori pulls Solomon’s pants down, revealing him to the elf, Christiana puts the barrel of the gun to the back of the elf’s head, pulls back the firing hammer, and pulls the trigger. However, instead of a loud explosion of gunfire, it only clicks. All six of the pistol’s rounds have been fired. Egalmori turns and looks back up at Christiana just she she grabs the gun’s barrel and clubs the grip across his face, sending him to the floor. She reels back to hit him again, but he recovers and pounces on her. He soon pins her to the ground. He yanks the gun from her hands and begins clubbing her. From Solomon’s point of view, all he could see was Egalmori straddling his wife as he clubbed her back and forth with gun. Her screams of pain filled the room as blood flew every which way with each blow of the grip to her head. Solomon cries out in terror for his wife.

Solomon: Christy!


 * Soon, her sporadic movements ceased and Egalmori get up off her body. What’s left of her face is hardly recognizable. He face was beaten in, he skull crushed and jagged pieces of bone split through her skin. Her left eye was dislodged from its socket and the other so mashed in that it could hardly be called an eye. Bits of brains was protruding from the back of her cracked skull. Blood seeped out of every inch of her head. Solomon is terrified cries and screams at the top of his lungs.

Solomon: No, no! Christiana! No! Not my wife! Not my darling beautiful wife!


 * He begins sulking as he hangs limp in the chains. Egalmori looks at Solomon and then the pistol. He soon returns to Solomon and hold the gun to his face, smearing her blood across it.

Egalmori: You see this? It wasn’t your own arm that brought about this!


 * Solomon’s sulking begins to fade as he looks at him. His face turns from terror and pity, to anger and hatred.

Solomon: No, it was you. You killed my wife. You killed the thing I love most of all. So help me God, if I get free of these chains I will find a way to kill you. I will destroy your very essence and there will be nothing left your line of lust filled, sadistic monsters!


 * Egalmori only chuckles as he grabs Solomon’s hardened endowment with a wicked look.

Egalmori: No, you will not. You will be mine. Mine to do with as I please. And just like your pathetic piece of (bleep) of a wife, there is nothing you can do to stop me.


 * Solomon head butts him again only for Egalmori to pound him twice with the grip of the gun in the ribs. Solomon could feel his body ache between the pain of the blows and the pleasure of Egalmori’s firm grasp around him. Just then, there is a blast and the guard standing outside the door and blasted through the door and I to the far wall. When Egalmori turns to look at the door, Solomon’s eyes glow a crimson hue. The dark elf looks at him with surprise as the Solomon breaks the restraints and tackles Egalmori. He kicks away the gun and begins laying into the elf with his fists. However, the elf kicks him off. As Solomon scramble to get up, he pulls up his pants and take his sword from the floor and charges Egalmori. The elf quickly side steps and retrieves his spear and blocks Solomon’s blows. He comes close to slicing Solomon’s head off while he himself is nicked by the large bastard sword of Solomon, drawing blood. Soon they star off at each other. They a gun shot is head in the hallway outside as Charger, Claud, and Asfaloth bear down the two guards who put up a serious fight. The distraction allows for Egalmori to move in and grab Solomon’s sword arm and run him through with his own spear. Solomon is surprised by the sudden feeling of pain and then numbness as blood seeps from him onto the floor. He struggles to breath as Egalmori pulls the blade from his stomach. Charger holds a guard by the neck as he looks as his son is run through and falls to the floor. Fury overtakes Charger as he simply crushes the neck of the guard and runs towards the room. Egalmori turns and sets to defend himself from Charger, but Charger instead of dueling with him, materializes the Harbinger of Death in his hand and blasts and antimatter round into Eglamori. The concussion of the shot blows Egalmori off his feet, across his bed, and own the window of his room. Charger slides to his knees and picks up his son. His voice trembles as Solomon’s eyes fade from crimson back to their normal hue.

Charger: Solomon...Solomon...don’t worry. Don’t worry....... Daddy’s got you. I’m here....


 * He holds his son’s hand as tear of blood escapes his violet glowing eyes.


 * Solomon struggles to speak as blood pours from his mouth.

Solomon: F...father.......I.....I’m.......not..... finished.......yet.....


 * Charger looks at him as he tries to contain himself

Charger: What....What do you want?

Solomon: Re......ven....ge.......


 * Solomon Soon begins choking on his own blood. Charger’s eyes fill with sorrow as he hands his head and closes his eyes.

Charger: I am sorry.......for being this upon your family...


 * He opens his eyes and and bites into his own forearm. He press blood from the fang bites. Charger, with his fingers, clears the blood from Solomon’s mouth and lets the drops of vampiric blood fall into his mouth. Soon after, Solomon fades away. Charger continues to cry, laying his head on the chest of his dead son. Asfaloth runs in.

Asfaloth: Father, an army’s worth of these elves have just returned from the woods. They are coming here. We must go.


 * Charger gathers himself as he looks at his eldest son. Asfaloth looks at Solomon’s body. Already, Solomon’s luscious golden blonde hair has partly turned snow white.

Asfaloth: No.......Is he?

Charger: He made the choice for himself. He is now your brother next in line.

Asfaloth: What of Ameloth?

Charger: That fool of a son has done nothing to help us. He could never be my second born.


 * Asfaloth looks down and notices the remains of Christiana. He is speechless.

Asfaloth: Oh my God.......


 * Charger grits his fangs.

Charger: Claud, pick her up and bring her with us.

Claud: Yes, my lord.

Charger: Solomon wants revenge and so do I. We will see to it that these creatures never harm anyone again. We will make them know the terror that is a true vampire.


 * Claud picks her body up and they group leap from the windows and run down the side of the palace. They soon find away out of the city and I to the woods, towards the Accursed.