09-14-2012, 12:59 PM
The elf lays on his back, the blanket exposing his bare chest and red hair spilling over the pillows. The screams, he still hears them. Swirling for eternity, and in agony, a giant ethereal whirlpool in the sky. It was horrifying, sweat collected on his cheek. "Sanguis..." A female's voice called out, followed by the soft smack of her lips against his skin. She poked her head above the blanket smiling, with eyes glazed over in a sultry expression. He thought of all the people he had sent to this world, on a whim. His eyes focused on her but he saw through her. A scar running across his neck where his head had been removed. He observed her lips moving, but he tuned out her words. While stretching he reached over to grab a cigar from an ash try on the nightstand. He lit it with a touch and put it in his mouth, red plumes exited his mouth. He closed his eyes, lulled by the smoke and his guest. He was in the center of a small room, his resurrection was painful and each passing day the aches of his body slowly faded. He was being housed by the Red Rose, brought back by an old colleague of his.
He was to be made one of the Magistry, it wasn't how he would've done it himself but the idea had promise. He had done evil things and sent many to the swirling souls, he would never go back. The stonewalls kept the murmurs and exchanges of lips hidden behind the doors. Slowly the elf began to sit up, the red hair falling down over his chest and neck covering most of his scar. There was a knock at the door. The female retreated under the blanket. "Come in..." Sanguis called out raspily. Another elf entered wearing the red and gold tabard of the Red Rose. "A letter from Lady Vivalyn has arrived." Sanguis extended his arm to receive the letter and quickly opened it when it was in his possession. He was willing to use his skills to help anyone who took him from....That place. He began reading eagerly. "It's time..." He said, nodding to the member of the Red Rose.