Post by Flamette on Mar 9, 2009 4:33:00 GMT -5
AN: WEEEEEEEEEEE! This shall be long one shot, it shall have sub chapter dividers haha . ENJOY!
“Pen & Paper”
'The Pen is mightier than the Sword'
Edward Bulwer Lytton
'The Pen is mightier than the Sword'
Edward Bulwer Lytton
~I~
UT knew better then to look in the normal archives, after all, everyone had a book; but some books could be used to have a much greater impact on reality then others, so those were generally removed from the library of fate surreptitiously and placed in the sealed archive. Which he was currently examining in a way, staring at the unobtrusive door in a hallway of doors that all looked the same and this currently was the one that was supposed to lead to the archive. But when he opened it all there was there was a small broom closet that looked to have been abandoned for a century or two, or just forgotten at least.
After three or four times opening and closing the door he was starting to wonder if it was just the wrong door and was just sitting in the hall with crossed legs in a morass of notes seeming thrown about at random. The pages were in code of course, he could be devious if he wanted to be, but currently he was trying to remember how on earth the order of these things went. "Why the hell didn't I put this down in my note book, no one can find anything in that unless they know what they are looking for, fucking code..." He just muttered in frustration as he rooted around in his pockets and the lining of his hat trying to find the key he had kept. Though many would question the logic of carrying the key to a coded peace of information on ones person as well as the the information itself; but he didn't have times for such trivial peaces of logic and was currently elbow deep in his hat trying to find what he searched for.
UT stared at the door, his notes all shredded in frustration and currently being thrown into the air as confetti just for the hell of it for the eventual freak out of some stuffed shirt reaper that finds the hall filled with confetti. "Nothing special about it, there is no way you can need a key cause then someone could just steal that..." He was talking to himself by this point, most would point out it wasn't like he could get MORE crazy then he already was. "Hmmmm..." He was out of good ideas but looking at the hinges visible to the side of the door made him smirk. "Cute, very cute." He said with a chuckle and got up with a toss of the final handful of confetti. Grasping the handle he felt a deep impulse to pull the door open, like any sane person would, it was OBVIOUSLY hung to swing into the hall, but a tiny little spell seemed to push that thought to the forefront. So with a smirk he twisted the handle counterclockwise and pushed, the door swung inside the dark candle lit library with great ease.
"Hah, try and outsmart me."He said quite full of himself, totally ignoring the fact he had been trying to get into this room for months. Walking inside he dragged a finger across the book ends easily
finding a small black book lettered with flowing crimson script titling it and edged in white lace with a very familiar skill seal on it. "Hehe, bingo." He walked out smirking. A second later he stuck his head back in and pocketed a bunch of little fetishes he saw on a desk, shuffled some of the books around with a malicious giggle before hauling ass.
A set of four eyes watch UT exit the main foyer doors. The every same, that had watch the whole event, within that last hour. One Pair of the glasses and the owner behind him, William. “Hmm...He better return this one, or his perks will be revoked, Legendary Death God or not..”He finished his little bitter, mumbles like always, adjusting his glasses.
*************
“Same old, same old..nothing happens around here anymore” The young auburn half-demoness though, as she pulled at the peals off a dead black rose, letting them fall from an open palm into the green and murky waters of the river Styx. “...I hate these days!..Am always driven to talk to himself, then they force to me go to the Undertaker's shop..”
She lightly rolled her head to look at her mirror reflection in the waters below, though quickly formed a smile. “..Though he is my beloved friend..And I have known since..Forever..hmm” She pouted out her bottom black lip and rested on her chin upon her hands. “..Come to think of it even that is the same thing, I do over and over again...I need something new.”
Flamette thew herself back onto the marshy-hillside Grabbing another dead black rose, playing with the petals “..I so hunger for one of Daddy's earn missions to the Undertaker's shop, shall give me reason to be there..I hate showing up he questions me to way I am there..e makes me rumble on and on and dig my own grave..Ah my own grave how funny choice of words..I coined there..Hmm come to think if it wasn't I too, brought into that little fobs inter-circle why I am not fighting demons and help protect the Queens Crown, not like I really want too, its just right thing too..no mater how much the Undertaker feels about her..ahh.. its so trouble-some....”
~II~
UT chuckled as he read the book as it happened, dropping in the page marker the writing stopped in mid sentence. Quickly he wrote in a few new thoughts she would have, namely that she felt an impulse to come visit, she thought she was just coming to mess with his head some till she had a new project. Flipping away the marker he chuckled as he watched the flow resume with the fresh thoughts in place.
Flamette was sitting on the shore and suddenly had the oddest compulsion to go to UT's shop and harass him, usually she did her best to stay away from the leech ever since his balls dropped and he started having ideas about what to do with them. But she really really really had a need to go bug him. "Weird as hell..." She just muttered to herself as she walked off with little clue why she was doing this.
But on that impulse, she took to her feet, running at steady pace. Making good time to the astral
plans, dividing the worlds. Placing out hand, she ripped through the barrier. Appearing in some back alley way of London's bad side of the tracks. “Now...Off to the Undertaker's..” She though out loud, taking slow steps and breaking a arms of a few horny men who approached her, without even batting an eye lash.
UT was flipping through the book, starting to wonder what would happen if he put a photo in the pages or doodled something. "Better not, might make her head explode or something. And we all know it's her job to do that to me, well, soon enough at least." He grinned lewdly
“UNDERTAKER!” A voice screaming caught his ears. Right on Q. “..I had a sudden need to come and well, harass you..”
He grinned flipping the book marker into place stopping her flow of time for a moment, writing in a quick little addition. Flipping the marker out of place he replaced the book in his breast pocket. "I mean molest you, wait, no I didn't. “ Flamette said looking confused as UT just stared at her, with his lips curling into one of his most frightening of grins
“....” She stared at him for a moment or two, that smile was was making her full un-easy. Normally, in her deep dark secrets she found that grin so alluring..So yummy, but at his present time, she found it pant wetting worthy, and not in the good way, at all.
He slowly approached with a grin. "So why looking so conflicted my little raven?" UT circled her slowly with a lustful predatory look.
“WHAT.! OH NO! Am not..” she said with a nervous laugh. “Am just wondering, why I had the need
to come here, the reason for doing so, seems to have escape me.”
Maybe deep impulses finally surfacing?" He purred with a wide evil grin, dragging a claw along her hips as he circled her.
“hmm what are you talking about..I clearly came here for a reason, so just stay still it shall come to me!”
One hand grasped her ass, she wanted to smack him but for some reason she just couldn't. "I'll be quiet, not sure if I can keep my hands still though, all things considered."
"HMM GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, GO AND RAPE ONE OF YOUR CORPSES...NOT ME!" She whined. Fighting him, and writhed. Once free, she reeled her hand back, but found she couldn't blast him like she wanted to, or had done, so easy many times before. "hmm!!" She breathed heavily bitting on her bottom lip.
He was instantly behind her again, wrapping his arms around her waist and purred in her ear. "Now now, not fair comparing yourself with them. All the warm flesh and passion of life." His breath brushed across her ear as one hand slid up under her shirt to caress her bare pale stomach.
She felt a shiver run through her as his fangs nipped her ear and she felt the circling talons on her bely begin to slide lower, one claw tip flicking open the button top of her pants.
“Hm...” She caught in a moment of pure pleasure, he wasn't kidding he was good his hands. As he stated many times before, but never consider at something like this. “Ah...” But as she slowly submitting to his will he stopped. Then he beckoned, her with a claw to follow him. She must have been caught and living in that moment, or else she wouldn't have followed. Her eyes lightly adjust, as she followed. Slowly the light of day, from those huge picture windows were becoming just memory.
Her head lightly turned back and forth. It wasn't as of his back room, the parlor was foreign to her,
But she knew him a little to well. The hall way may be empty one day, then so cluttered the next,
she may end up tripping and seriously hurting herself.
In her care she fell a touch behind him, watching for the odd discarded body part animate or otherwise they could trip you, by the time she was in his parlor he was seated in that large char he favored by the fire with one leg across the other. An instantly recognizable book open on his lap, inclined for easy reading as he casually read previous pages "A little reading always helps me clear my head of things, don't you agree? Especially one with such interesting and occasionally lasivious content."
To be Continued....
UT knew better then to look in the normal archives, after all, everyone had a book; but some books could be used to have a much greater impact on reality then others, so those were generally removed from the library of fate surreptitiously and placed in the sealed archive. Which he was currently examining in a way, staring at the unobtrusive door in a hallway of doors that all looked the same and this currently was the one that was supposed to lead to the archive. But when he opened it all there was there was a small broom closet that looked to have been abandoned for a century or two, or just forgotten at least.
After three or four times opening and closing the door he was starting to wonder if it was just the wrong door and was just sitting in the hall with crossed legs in a morass of notes seeming thrown about at random. The pages were in code of course, he could be devious if he wanted to be, but currently he was trying to remember how on earth the order of these things went. "Why the hell didn't I put this down in my note book, no one can find anything in that unless they know what they are looking for, fucking code..." He just muttered in frustration as he rooted around in his pockets and the lining of his hat trying to find the key he had kept. Though many would question the logic of carrying the key to a coded peace of information on ones person as well as the the information itself; but he didn't have times for such trivial peaces of logic and was currently elbow deep in his hat trying to find what he searched for.
UT stared at the door, his notes all shredded in frustration and currently being thrown into the air as confetti just for the hell of it for the eventual freak out of some stuffed shirt reaper that finds the hall filled with confetti. "Nothing special about it, there is no way you can need a key cause then someone could just steal that..." He was talking to himself by this point, most would point out it wasn't like he could get MORE crazy then he already was. "Hmmmm..." He was out of good ideas but looking at the hinges visible to the side of the door made him smirk. "Cute, very cute." He said with a chuckle and got up with a toss of the final handful of confetti. Grasping the handle he felt a deep impulse to pull the door open, like any sane person would, it was OBVIOUSLY hung to swing into the hall, but a tiny little spell seemed to push that thought to the forefront. So with a smirk he twisted the handle counterclockwise and pushed, the door swung inside the dark candle lit library with great ease.
"Hah, try and outsmart me."He said quite full of himself, totally ignoring the fact he had been trying to get into this room for months. Walking inside he dragged a finger across the book ends easily
finding a small black book lettered with flowing crimson script titling it and edged in white lace with a very familiar skill seal on it. "Hehe, bingo." He walked out smirking. A second later he stuck his head back in and pocketed a bunch of little fetishes he saw on a desk, shuffled some of the books around with a malicious giggle before hauling ass.
A set of four eyes watch UT exit the main foyer doors. The every same, that had watch the whole event, within that last hour. One Pair of the glasses and the owner behind him, William. “Hmm...He better return this one, or his perks will be revoked, Legendary Death God or not..”He finished his little bitter, mumbles like always, adjusting his glasses.
*************
“Same old, same old..nothing happens around here anymore” The young auburn half-demoness though, as she pulled at the peals off a dead black rose, letting them fall from an open palm into the green and murky waters of the river Styx. “...I hate these days!..Am always driven to talk to himself, then they force to me go to the Undertaker's shop..”
She lightly rolled her head to look at her mirror reflection in the waters below, though quickly formed a smile. “..Though he is my beloved friend..And I have known since..Forever..hmm” She pouted out her bottom black lip and rested on her chin upon her hands. “..Come to think of it even that is the same thing, I do over and over again...I need something new.”
Flamette thew herself back onto the marshy-hillside Grabbing another dead black rose, playing with the petals “..I so hunger for one of Daddy's earn missions to the Undertaker's shop, shall give me reason to be there..I hate showing up he questions me to way I am there..e makes me rumble on and on and dig my own grave..Ah my own grave how funny choice of words..I coined there..Hmm come to think if it wasn't I too, brought into that little fobs inter-circle why I am not fighting demons and help protect the Queens Crown, not like I really want too, its just right thing too..no mater how much the Undertaker feels about her..ahh.. its so trouble-some....”
~II~
UT chuckled as he read the book as it happened, dropping in the page marker the writing stopped in mid sentence. Quickly he wrote in a few new thoughts she would have, namely that she felt an impulse to come visit, she thought she was just coming to mess with his head some till she had a new project. Flipping away the marker he chuckled as he watched the flow resume with the fresh thoughts in place.
Flamette was sitting on the shore and suddenly had the oddest compulsion to go to UT's shop and harass him, usually she did her best to stay away from the leech ever since his balls dropped and he started having ideas about what to do with them. But she really really really had a need to go bug him. "Weird as hell..." She just muttered to herself as she walked off with little clue why she was doing this.
But on that impulse, she took to her feet, running at steady pace. Making good time to the astral
plans, dividing the worlds. Placing out hand, she ripped through the barrier. Appearing in some back alley way of London's bad side of the tracks. “Now...Off to the Undertaker's..” She though out loud, taking slow steps and breaking a arms of a few horny men who approached her, without even batting an eye lash.
UT was flipping through the book, starting to wonder what would happen if he put a photo in the pages or doodled something. "Better not, might make her head explode or something. And we all know it's her job to do that to me, well, soon enough at least." He grinned lewdly
“UNDERTAKER!” A voice screaming caught his ears. Right on Q. “..I had a sudden need to come and well, harass you..”
He grinned flipping the book marker into place stopping her flow of time for a moment, writing in a quick little addition. Flipping the marker out of place he replaced the book in his breast pocket. "I mean molest you, wait, no I didn't. “ Flamette said looking confused as UT just stared at her, with his lips curling into one of his most frightening of grins
“....” She stared at him for a moment or two, that smile was was making her full un-easy. Normally, in her deep dark secrets she found that grin so alluring..So yummy, but at his present time, she found it pant wetting worthy, and not in the good way, at all.
He slowly approached with a grin. "So why looking so conflicted my little raven?" UT circled her slowly with a lustful predatory look.
“WHAT.! OH NO! Am not..” she said with a nervous laugh. “Am just wondering, why I had the need
to come here, the reason for doing so, seems to have escape me.”
Maybe deep impulses finally surfacing?" He purred with a wide evil grin, dragging a claw along her hips as he circled her.
“hmm what are you talking about..I clearly came here for a reason, so just stay still it shall come to me!”
One hand grasped her ass, she wanted to smack him but for some reason she just couldn't. "I'll be quiet, not sure if I can keep my hands still though, all things considered."
"HMM GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, GO AND RAPE ONE OF YOUR CORPSES...NOT ME!" She whined. Fighting him, and writhed. Once free, she reeled her hand back, but found she couldn't blast him like she wanted to, or had done, so easy many times before. "hmm!!" She breathed heavily bitting on her bottom lip.
He was instantly behind her again, wrapping his arms around her waist and purred in her ear. "Now now, not fair comparing yourself with them. All the warm flesh and passion of life." His breath brushed across her ear as one hand slid up under her shirt to caress her bare pale stomach.
She felt a shiver run through her as his fangs nipped her ear and she felt the circling talons on her bely begin to slide lower, one claw tip flicking open the button top of her pants.
“Hm...” She caught in a moment of pure pleasure, he wasn't kidding he was good his hands. As he stated many times before, but never consider at something like this. “Ah...” But as she slowly submitting to his will he stopped. Then he beckoned, her with a claw to follow him. She must have been caught and living in that moment, or else she wouldn't have followed. Her eyes lightly adjust, as she followed. Slowly the light of day, from those huge picture windows were becoming just memory.
Her head lightly turned back and forth. It wasn't as of his back room, the parlor was foreign to her,
But she knew him a little to well. The hall way may be empty one day, then so cluttered the next,
she may end up tripping and seriously hurting herself.
In her care she fell a touch behind him, watching for the odd discarded body part animate or otherwise they could trip you, by the time she was in his parlor he was seated in that large char he favored by the fire with one leg across the other. An instantly recognizable book open on his lap, inclined for easy reading as he casually read previous pages "A little reading always helps me clear my head of things, don't you agree? Especially one with such interesting and occasionally lasivious content."
To be Continued....
