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Post by Orcus on his Throne on May 9, 2019 2:52:46 GMT
Deep in the highest security in prison of Mival, where no sun shone and no noise escaped, sat the tired and depressed form of Boris. It had been a long day for Boris, and an equally long evening. What seemed like it'd be an easy task turned out to be nothing but a nightmare. He had been promised so much, and yet all it had really brought was destruction. He'd been promised a way out, a chance to break through the mold; him and the others had all fallen into that man's ruse.
Boris felt cheated, yet also couldn't help but feel like it has his fault. Why had he trusted that man? Why had he chosen to obey his commands, even if they were so baseless in hindsight? He seemed so earnest when they first met, and even if he had told him to do unscrupulous things in order to achieve these ends, he never felt like he was getting tricked. And yet now, here at the end, he had been proven to be played the fool...
But now was not the time for regrets. Now, he had to come clean, he wanted to come clean, to somehow cleanse himself of the evil he had committed. But he knew... he knew that unscrupulous man knew everything that was happening to him. He had warned he could watch their every move, and he feared what exactly would happen to him if he spoke...
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Post by Executus Gira on May 9, 2019 2:57:33 GMT
The door to the room creaked, and then opened. Two feet moved across the stone floor, and two eyes burned down at Boris.
"You're the one Micah told me of." The tall woman said. "I am The Voice of Mival, and I'll be the one questioning you about what you've gone through. I won't bite, I promise."
She motioned for Boris to follow her. "Tell me, do you feel safe here?" She asked.
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on May 9, 2019 2:58:49 GMT
Boris looked up at the tall woman, eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anxiety. The man hastily shook his head from side to side in response to her question.
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Post by Executus Gira on May 9, 2019 3:07:16 GMT
The Voice tilted her head, with one hand rubbing her chin. Her eyes softened. "I see. Even here, you fear death. That is natural. All life fears death on some level. Some have just delusioned themselves into thinking they don't... but they do. But here, no need to fear."
The Voice, deciding otherwise, closed the door behind her. She was more than a full head taller than Boris, and her pitch black dress contrasted with the light orange in her eyes. She pulled out a notebook and a pen from her bossom, and lowered herself to her knees infront of Boris, so she was eye level with him. "Now, last night, you told Micah, one of our guards, that you had no idea what you were doing would lead to this. Please explain, and please do not lie to me. I'll know if you are lying."
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on May 9, 2019 3:14:20 GMT
Boris watched as the woman approached nearer to him, eyes warily watching the woman. As she crouched down, Boris visibly slid back until he was against the wall of his cell. He stayed quiet as he eyed the voice, contemplating his options. Several minutes passed in silence as the two awkwardly stared at one another.
Finally, Boris broke the silence.
"I-I can't tell you," Boris rasped out, lower lip quivering. "H-he'll find me. H-he'll kill me!"
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Post by Executus Gira on May 9, 2019 3:24:47 GMT
A low sigh escaped The Voice's parted lips. "Boris, Boris... Relax. You are in the most secured place in all of Lemuria, surrounded by armed guards and defenses even a snake couldn't slither past without perishing. Whoever 'he' is has a better chance of marching into Sh-" She cleared her throat. "Hell than tracking you down and killing you in here. No one has ever broken in, and no one has ever escaped."
She clicked the end of the pen, and placed it on the paper. "In fact, if you tell me who this 'he' is, I can have a team track him down and bring him back either dead or alive. We've dealt with monsters and magic before. We can handle whatever this 'he' has."
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on May 9, 2019 3:38:32 GMT
"I-it's not a matter of h-him breaking in!" Boris shouted at The Voice. "H-he's a master of disguise. Y-you'd never be able to find him even if you tried... f-for all I know..."
Boris' eyes widened, before he attempted to scoot back even further. "F-for all I know, y-you're him right now!"
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Post by Executus Gira on May 9, 2019 4:08:53 GMT
The Voice's gentle demeanor dropped in an instant.
One hand grabbed Boris by the throat, and the next thing he knew, he was pinned against the wall. The Voice had stood to her full height, and even then, he was held up to the ceiling, her eyes burning into him.
"I am who I am." She snapped back. "If I wanted you dead, you would already be dead before you even knew I was here. Whoever it is you are so afraid of, you should be afraid of me more than him. Now, tell me what happened last night, what you know, or you will wish you were with 'him'."
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on May 9, 2019 4:32:31 GMT
Boris audibly choked as the massive woman gripped him by the neck. He briefly struggled in her grasp, trying to wrench himself free from her hold, but eventually he gave up.
"O-okay! Okay!" Boris spat out in between labored breaths. "I'll tell you! J-just please, don't hurt me!"
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Post by Executus Gira on May 9, 2019 4:35:02 GMT
The eyes of The Voice dulled, and she lowered Boris back to the ground. She stepped back, and resumed her kneeled position. Whatever hostility had been on her face was replaced with the same gentle look that had been there before.
"Good. Now, as I asked before. What did you mean when you told Micah that what happened last night wasn't what you expected?"
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on May 9, 2019 4:50:11 GMT
Boris took a few deep breaths to regain his composure, before he continued.
"W-we were told by N- this man a long time ago to work alongside him," Boris stated cautiously. "H-he promised us an opportunity to change Mival for the better, to undo the evils that had kept the people down in the city. H-he promised us we could s-save Mival from being l-left behind, t-to give life to a s-stagnant city."
Boris took another deep breath. "W-we did anything he told us to. We killed a lot of people. S-stole a lot of stuff. B-but t-tonight, we were promised a weapon from b-beyond to purge away the sin of Mival." Boris sniffled loudly. "B-but I never expected th-this to happen..."
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Post by Executus Gira on May 9, 2019 5:01:04 GMT
The Voice's eyes hardened. "You never thought to ask any questions? No questioning someone who claims they know how to magically make Mival better? So you were caught off guard by the sudden demons."
She twirled the pen between her fingers. It may as well have been a toothpick to her. "Can you tell me anything about the others you were working with? Not the N man you're clearly too afraid of to say anything, but the others he roped in with him. But, if you could share anything about him, I would be very happy."
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on May 9, 2019 5:14:55 GMT
"T-they were all f-from Mival... mostly young men, b-but a couple young women also..." Boris whispered. "M-most of them w-were from the slum area, l-like I was. W-wer all had our different ethnicities and beliefs, b-but that origin made us f-feel united under him."
Boris sniffled again before wiping his nose. "W-when the portal opened... when the portal opened, it killed them t-too. Burned them up like fucking paper in a fireplace...."
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Post by Executus Gira on May 9, 2019 5:18:13 GMT
"Sacrificial lambs for the slaughter." The Voice muttered to herself. "What a senseless waste of life. Sacrificing bodies just to unleash hell on earth."
She cleared her throat. "And lastly, the man himself, you guy you are so terrified of. The only ones who can hear what goes on in this room is you and me. No one else can hear, or know what is being said. So, what can you tell me about the man who roped you and the others into this?"
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on May 9, 2019 5:27:33 GMT
"H-he was really thin... l-like, bone thin," Boris stammered out. "H-he had ruddy s-skin and r-really dark hair. H-his eyes... h-his eyes looked like yours, b-but brighter. H-he really thick, bony eyebrows that curved up l-like goat horns... b-but most of the time they j-just looked like regular eyebrows..."
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Post by Executus Gira on May 9, 2019 5:33:12 GMT
"Eyes... like mine."
That bit caught The Voice by surprise. For a moment, her pen nearly dropped out of her hand. No wonder the man was so paranoid she might have been him. Eyes like hers weren't a human trait, but one more commonly seen in non-humans.
So this man wasn't human, then. That would have narrowed it down, had it not been in Mival. Almost as many people in the city weren't human as there were humans. The other traits were helpful, however.
"And one last bit... You know this guy's name, correct? I understand you're scared, but this is to ensure Mival as a whole is safe from this monster's interests, and to help bring him to justice. And trust me, you are safe here. What is his name?"
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on May 9, 2019 5:52:40 GMT
Boris huffed and puffed. This was the question he dreaded answering the most. Paranoia seemed to fill his mind, and cloud his judgment. What if this was a ruse, some elaborate test? What if he had just signed his own death warrant? He had no idea what would happen to him if he spoke his name. He had no idea if it was safe for him to express himself in this manner. But he had no choice. If he hid it, the man who come back and wreak havoc once more, and he could not accept that.
"O-okay... I'll tell you," Boris said resolutely. "H-his name... his name was..." Boris paused before continuing. " ... Ne-... Nebu-..."
He felt a sharp pain in his head. Each syllable he spoke seemed to sharpen the pain, like a nail being driven into the back of his skull. Boris gripped his head in visible pain, repeating the first couple syllables but struggling to press himself to finish it. He pauses again, short on breath, heart racing with adrenaline from the searing pain.
Oh shit, Boris thought. He knows... HE KNOWS!
Boris entered into the fetal position as he begins to uncontrollably sob. "I-I've already said too much... I-I can't... I-I can't..."
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Post by Executus Gira on May 9, 2019 6:02:15 GMT
The Voice's eyes sharpened the moment Boris gripped his head. Of course. Now it made too much sense why he had been so apprehensive even from the start. What better way to keep the sheep from straying to far than with risk of death, even if he wasn't anywhere nearby.
There was no easy way she was going to get the kid to say much else, not at this rate.
"It's okay, it's fine. You did your best." She moved over to Boris's side, and rubbed her hand across his head. "You don't need to push yourself. That will be all for the interrogation. For your own safety and well being, you will remain here for the time being. He won't be able to hurt you."
In her mind, she was cycling through possible names, and if the "Nebu" Boris had said was any indication, the list was rather short.
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on May 9, 2019 20:21:43 GMT
Boris did not reply to The Voice; rather, he continued to stay rather silent and maintained his curled-up position. He continued to murmur silently to himself about "saying too much" and "he's going to get me", but otherwise did nothing else.
Deep down, Boris knew he was doomed.
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Post by Executus Gira on May 9, 2019 20:40:52 GMT
The Voice gave one last look at the frightened form of the man, a look of pity, then walked out of the room. She let the door close behind her.
"I guess it didn't go well." a shorter woman asked. She wasn't dressed like the camo green guards that walked past them, but rather was in a blue dress with green stripes down the sides. Her pale green eyes seemed to gaze through her. "Not that surprised, really."
"Whoever he was working with... there's some residual spell at play to keep him from blabbing." The Voice grumbled. The two began to walk away as a pair of guards came up to resume their post. The Voice made sure to look them over carefully before she kept walking. If Boris was right, no one here could be trusted.
"To be so close, and yet so far away. At least you got a description?" The shorter woman asked.
The Voice handed her the notebook, and let her look over what she had been told. "I know Vasaluta is going to hate me for this, but Boris should pay her a visit... or rather, she pay him a visit. So long as things remain as they are, Boris is a dead man walking."
The shorter girl swept her short grey hair out of her face. "Nebu..." She raised an eyebrow. "I can run it through the name search back in the lab, and see if there's anyone in Mival that matches it."
"It's not a common start to a name, and of all the names I've heard, the list is rather small. But for now, the description and the location are more important." The Voice said. "Lillie, perhaps you could ask Theresa to go investigate the slums for me. I have to attend to the Master's business since he's due to get up at any moment."
Lillie nodded, and adjusted the cap on her head. "Yes. Also... can I take some samples from Boris? Just in case..."
The Voice took a deep breath. "Very well. And I'll tell Vasaluta she's needed down here. If anyone can handle this kind of demonic magic, it's her."
Lillie ran off ahead, no doubt to get her syringes and anesthetic. The Voice could only bite her lower lip as she kept her steady pace. The dawn had only started, and already the day was looking to be a headache for her. Hopefully, her intuition was wrong.Hopefully, whoever this "Nebu" was... they wouldn't dare attempt to come back to Mival to stir more trouble.
But Tama knew, that was a long hope.
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