The Great Hatarime Chapter 2-3Chapter 2: The Polokai-Darkos ClanBelthezech looked down at the writhing human. His agony was almost like a delicacy. The human was now babbling in devilish tongues. The beating and supply of energy would hopefully convert him soon enough. He was supposed to be a Pure Alchemist however.I see that Arcadius has been giving him a handful. Belthezech smiled and sneered to a lower Darkos operative. Belthezech held in his hand a book of sadistic practices on how to obtain information, especially from supposed Pure Alchemists.Lets see, lets try I-37.The bind and rip technique? Paleri, a sub-class demon from the 15th class spoke very high-pitched for a demonic entity. It was almost above a human soprano which persisted to annoy Belthezech almost to the point of self-mutilation.Yes, Paleri. Belthezech was getting less temperate with him already.How do we know he will not die? Paleris voice uttered that same high
21 ClapsMy hopes were deflated,As I heard the wailing mourners cry,I stood, front-center,And carved my initials inside.He was a soldier,Thus was he my brother,So I commanded him,And I made him whole.I knew his sister,Her name was Sarah Krisler,And I wished she had not been given this bane.For the harm in her poise,And the sound of her voice,Sounded louder than those21 Claps ever did.I heard her sound,So loud and clear,But my face was forced tautWith silence.The metal box in which he was in,The consequence of presidential sin,The war he was laid for,Now lies death for us all.I heard the wailing mourners cry,I never slept worse any other night,And Ive been fighting the urge toLie beside him.He was pride and honor put in a box,With fabric wrapped tightly around.He was a soldier,Thus he was a warrior,And I pray he sleeps in peaceTonight.
The Great HatarimeThe Great HatarimeBy: Adam Rose© 2007Chapter 1: The Veron TribulationRarune smiled downward at the guards. Held tightly in his hand, the magic-triggered explosive was simple enough, far more than powerful enough to ruin their day. A very potent little spell this must be, he thought.Hey, you! The first guard looked up the stairwell, arming himself with a sword. The second followed suit shortly.Rarune whispered an echoing chilling sentence of Veron, Agres Vestos Egra Numatis.The first guard ran urgently up the stairwell. Rarune threw the bomb down the stairwell and ran away. The initial blast painted the inner walls of the castle a crimson red just before the wall blew out and covered the lower floors in inextinguishable hot flame. Destroying them and the castle did count as ruining their day after all. He was trapped in the upper floors, now that the stairwell was disabled. As he began to wonder if he should have obtained their weapons, tw