The Rise of Echo II: A Final Rest

Now then, some rest before being sent out into the great wide world.

What marvelous work he had done.

The body still needed a name.

...

Yes.

Yes, oh yes.

It would only be fitting, she was, after all, a shade of the body's former owner.

Dear little Echo, don't say a word...

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The Exile of Vox the Outcast V: Aftermath

And so he had expelled the necromancer's soul by taking out her heart.

He had locked her in the realm of mirrors, where no soul ever wandered.

She had made a pact with the twilight beings and thus had made it impossible for her essence, her body, to be destroyed.

Even without her black and barbed soul and heart it remained in the world, though she could no longer call it hers.

The nails that were driven into it by the twilight beings had been replaced by his own, so it could no longer serve its former master.

Special care should be taken to keep the body separate from the soul; although Vox was defeated she might still work her voodoo on some dim witted individual, persuading them to break her from her prison and reunite them.

He would never allow her to reclaim her former might.

No... That should never happen...

.............

The body seemed to be sentient.
... He would place the shade of a soul in it.

The Will-o-the-Wisps would have to keep an eye on her.

It would be better to put some spells in place and erase any memories of its former life, for now.

Just until the name Vox no longer instilled any recognition in the world.

Ah yes, he'd give it an amulet to keep it safe from Vox's influence.

The heart would be bound close to the body.
A dragonfly would look after that...

Yes, yes, yes, much work to do now....

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The Exile of Vox the Outcast IV: The Fall II

Yes...
The battle had been decided.

Of course the silly girl was defeated.

The dragonflies had worked their magic.

How luscious it was to hear the Twilight beings writhe in anguish.

How luscious indeed...

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The Exile of Vox the Outcast III: The Fall I

He saved his dragonflies for special occasions...

And this was a special occasion indeed.

Silently she had slithered her way to the plains of the East to meet his 'invitation'.

She stood staring at him from a distance.

Oh, you silly, silly little girl.

She had stirred the wrong tides.

Souls belonged to demons and Those Who Reside In The Stars, they were no matter for man or beast.

Loathe it though he may, the balance was their shared task and so it should remain.

Sneaky little snake.

She would soon learn.

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The Exile of Vox the Outcast II: Conspiracies

They were no match for Vox; she had blown apart their attacks like dust in the wind with the help of the twilight beings.

Their wails and moans filled his palace, their echoing pleas chasing through its corridors.

Oh my, oh my.

The Netherworld dwellers generally knew better than to trouble him with their worries.

As if he cared for their silly plans, their silly defeats.

Silly sullen sods.

The shameful girl needed taking care of, so much was obvious.

There would be a good amount of souls to be stolen from the selfish little witch...

So... enticing.

Surely, it was... Interesting.
Such an interesting soul.

Such an interesting addition to his collection...

Sure enough, for this one time he would help out his brethren.

Or so it would seem...

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The Reign of Vox the Outcast III

Hmmmmmmmm...

So strange... So strange...

Such a young child.... So willfull.... So full of selfish desire....

Such a pity...

She certainly would make a feisty Will-o-the-Wisp.

Yes, yes, yes, his ever shining companions had brought the little snake to his attention.

The scheming wench, stealing souls left and right as if it were nothing, wrecking the natural order of things.
Ah.... How he loathed the 'natural' order, but it was the way it was.

How unspeakable it was, silly selfish child, a mere human sneaking souls away from him.

To him they belonged, to Those Who Reside In The Stars.
They belonged even more to some lucky low life demon who managed to talk the owner into handing their soul over, more than they did to her.
She was sneaking souls not just from him, but from a steadily larger growing group of demons...

Shhhhhh.....

Oh, yes, yes, she would need some seeing to, some serious talking to, some serious.....

Some serious taking care of....

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P.S: Hey guys, my right hand has swollen up and makes it difficult to draw/paint, so there may be a delay in posts.
Thank you :)

Shadow Man in colore

Théâtre d'ombres

Echo will be taking a bit of a break as I'm travelling to see family the next three weeks.
In short, this means there will be one post a week only (I'll try to do more but I'll have less time for drawing).

And of course working hard to get my October work done, can't wait!

Ever wandering,

Laury

What the Mirror reflects

And so little Echo walked into the open Palace doors.

How dark it was inside, how absolutely and heavenly dark.

She could barely see three steps in front of her. Of course, the doors shut as soon as she had turned around.

Ah well, nothing for it.

Slowly she made her way through the long corridors, meeting no one in the perfectly silent darkness.

As she walked through yet another hallway she felt something brush against her skin.

My, my, what was this, company after all?

She started walking again, very, very slowly.

There it was again. It was a cold sensation that sent chills through her spine.

She looked around, trying to penetrate the shadows.

Suddenly, a dim light started to shine at her side.

"So he's here again," she thought.

As she walked on more dim lights shone up around her.

They formed a circle and now she could clearly see the little Will-o-the-Wisps as they danced around the room.

She heard them whisper.

Then, they lined up and floated out through a door.

Naturally, she followed.

Up a long spiraling staircase they went.

The higher they went, the lighter the darkness became.

At last they came to a great door, encased with glittering black lights.

They swirled before her eyes and lifted up from the marble, pushing it open.

Before her was a beautiful mirror, surrounded by the little flames.

Now, what could this be....

Light on the Shadows

Will of the Wisps