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NovelistElly

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×Chapter 29×
×The Soul Stone×
Flames reflected off the surface of Zamorak’s grey eyes as they wearily surveyed the land. Arcane jets of fire spewed forth from his fingertips as he lazily burned forests and villages to the ground. This was so boring; he had really hoped it would be more interesting. His expectations had been dashed into pieces. His conquest over Gielinor was not nearly as interesting with his minions doing so much of the work. Zamorak brought up a hand and placidly covered his mouth while he yawned, still shooting fire from the other.
Slight twinges of discomfort would flash across his mind every so often, signaling that one of his Spawn had been injured. He could sense every garbled thought that passed through the rudimentary minds of his demons. He could feel their pain too, but in a much reduced form, as twinges of uneasiness and slight stabbing pain within his subconscious.
He was floating about ten feet off the ground, drifting along through the air as he decimated the landscape. A reserved smile spread across his thin lips as he enjoyed watching the fire spread quickly. It was just like a living thing if he thought about it. It needed oxygen, moved, and needed sustenance, much like a living creature. Oh, but it was just so easy to control it, hardly even a parlor trick for him to make it burst forth in seething arcs from his hands. As the land turned black and the smoke spread through the sky Zamorak reclined in mid-air, twirling a ball of flame between his fingers, eyes closed, waiting for something interesting to happen.
Even with all the people screaming in the background, and the loud crackling of the flames, all that was just ambient noise to him. The thoughts of his minions flowed at the forefront of his mind. Just waiting for that anticipated moment, where the stone would be found by one very unlucky demon.

30-Aug-2009 22:44:12 - Last edited on 30-Aug-2009 22:46:13 by NovelistElly

NovelistElly

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So, Zamorak sat there, waiting for something interesting to happen, and happen it did. A sensation of incredible pain zipped across his mind for a brief moment. If he had to describe the feeling he would have said it was like sensing something else getting its soul ripped out of its body and shredded to pieces. Of course, it was a miniscule piece of his soul, completely detached as it was, used to form the demon and its body. In this way Zamorak could feel everything they felt, yet be unharmed by anything happening to their piece of his soul.
A knowing smirk flashed across his face and Zamorak ascended into the sky, scanning the area for his fallen demon. Just as he expected he spotted the demon, he couldn’t hear it from where he was, but through his own devices he could see the creature as clear as day. The behemoth was reeling back and forth, staggering as it clutched at its face, horror written across its features. Suddenly, the demon stopped moving, its eyes rolled back in its head, and it popped like a balloon full of fruit punch. Blood splattered everywhere around the creature, its skin split like it was just an empty shell. Chunks of gore flew delightfully through the air, splattering the surrounding area with demon bits. Any remaining pieces soon turned to ash.
Zamorak was satisfied that the gruesome death he just witnessed was the work of none other than what he expected. It was most definitely the Soul Stone. He disappeared in a burst of fire, reappearing right in the middle of the pool of blood. There were winches and buckets all around. Scattered among this wreckage were yet more tools: trowels, brushes, chisels, and hammers.
“Ah, of course, the Digsite,” Zamorak said, surprised he hadn’t figured it out sooner.

30-Aug-2009 22:44:40

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Zamorak kicked some small stones aside with his foot, looking for the object that would guarantee his victory. A soft blue glow was pulsing a few feet away from the puddle of blood from the demon’s violent death. Zamorak bent down, crouching with his hands on his knees to look at the small rock, it was about the size of the last joint of his thumb. An otherworldly glow flowed through the Soul Stone, it was like staring into a pool of liquid sky. The light blues of midday mingled with the dark, ghostly blues of dusk. Each color swirled throughout the stone. It was like looking into an entire cosmos from the outside.
Zamorak removed a purple satin cloth from his crimson robes. He put his hand inside of the cloth, using it like a glove. Careful not to touch the stone he picked it up in the cloth, tying a piece of golden cord around it. The cloth and cord formed a bag around the Soul Stone, to keep it from touching his skin; if it did his soul would immediately be eradicated from existence. Zamorak placed his hand into his robe again and put away the stone for later use.
He floated back into the air, ready to kill his foe, and secure his place as the ruler of Gielinor. A number of pains had been jabbing at his subconscious for nearly a half hour. It seemed his foes were getting along quite well for themselves. By his count they had slain at least seven of his Spawn. No matter, their interference would soon be ended, along with their lives. Zamorak chuckled to himself, this was getting interesting. Then he vanished behind a curtain of fire, on his way to Varrock to finish his conquest once and for all.

30-Aug-2009 22:44:54

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