Chapter 1 Yuki Potions Master
Story: Yuki Potions Master
Summary: A rogue witch is thrown into a war she tried to avoid when she was young, and now must fight not only for her own sanity, but for the life of unknown girl that got this started.
Warning: Dark, Blood play, Rape, Gore, Torture, Vulgar and Foul language in later chapters
Chapter 1
The Haunted House
Looking at this house a sense of beautiful leaks out from the sense of blind horror covering the panels and climbing over the landscape. The moon sits peacefully and elegantly behind the large house and glares its large face down at visitors more like a guard dog than a guardian of the night that you saw on the travel from the forest. Seeing the moon from this angle almost seems as if you took a trip around the world and are getting familiar with all of the moon's faces from each major direction that he hides and conceals from you.
The large house itself stands tilted on the hill looking curiously down at the pathway from the forest at it's new visitor. Old age and wisdom gives it a flare but sickness and death is more of the theme for the garden and frontyard. The black iron fence guarding the property acts as hands reaching outward clawing needlessly at empty ground and air.Dead rose bushes beg for life along the fence line the roses darkened by the night dripping bloody petals to the ground and its thorns curl on the bars hoping to gain freedom from the tight prison.This house has a dark mysterious allure touched with a even darker beauty mixed with glamour.What little light lights up the front casts deadly shadows in every corner and even the rats' and rabbits' ,escaping from the entraptment, eyes light up startlying little girl's hearts.
Windows decorate the front and a porch with rusty railing and steps covered in chipped wood grip around the house hugging it close sufficating the mid secion making the middle of this house pudge out. As the wind blows so gently in this early winter it creaks and moans with foot steps on the delicate wood. Some window covers slam shut in the night grasping your attention. No lights shine from the inside giving the porch a look of a trap of darkness. Old wind chimes clatter in the wind dully singing in despair and pots litter behind the front step filled instead of dirt with bones. The skulls crank to the side their jaw wide open. The eyes so dull can't be determined wheither the creatures died in pain or not.
Whispers about the witch of the household glide on the tongues of villagers from town to town. Some lace the stories with posion and others with warning, many don't even see the woman only her shadows as she works hours away in her home. Children as forbidden to go near the grounds for fear of the rumor she is a werewolf hunting the near by towns. Missing people are not uncommon in this dark time but to have a danger so close by no one wants to want to look for more trouble.Others believe she walks through the towns as a visitor seeing as no one has seen her face and she and she can disguise herself as anyone and gain entry without alerting anyone. With this fear neighboring people are not as trust worthy of visitors as they once were. Most of the stories are far from glamorous, and speak of unspeakable things. All speak of her in black moving from shadows at night too quickly for any to see her clearly. Some say her beauty is alarming and can seduce even the most celibate of men and women, but all discribe her with white skin glimmering in the moonlight.
Her powers are unquestionably the strongest in the land, but all who would seek her help out, quiver once setting foot on her property. The only one in history to grasp the full meaning of alchemy and potions together. Colors ranging from bright to dull have been seen shooting from her chimmney with her experiments. Sometimes people say they hear screams of children coming from her house but of the knowledge of her power keeps the strongest and bravest hunters away. Some describe a sensation when entering the grounds as a bubbling sense of fear and a panicked pananoria gripping your heart causing convultations and soon you fear grips your soul and propels you to new bound flight from the area. Most run, but tonight this one peticular guests stays. Steadily walking up the property.
Anxiety reaches close to a climaxing point in her gut clutching at the soul and begging to be released in the form of screams. But she swallows the tension down and boils it back down in her stomach making herself believe its all lies coming from fearful villagers. Horror stories are true here, it is undoubtly true but the unknown is always the worst to imagine. Without sight of what is there scares most people to imagining things that could be in the darkness and it can run wild. With nothing to cut down the trimming and overgrowth or a hunter to venture into the world of their imagination no one will know of the true danger if any. All it takes it one person to try.
This visit not mostly by choice but more of courage truth and of an important matter that steams from her command. Voices from the village begin again but this time along with the fearful looks of the people seeking as to why she seeks such danger when so young and much more to live for. Speaking of what Yuki could do to her. The child has no great skill to plounder or brag about only a sense of strange hope that gripped her when the mission first came to her. A strange light sprung forth about this witch that can not be answered until this is finished. Yuki, the witch, is indeed a Potions Master:knowledge of all mixes and elixers from East to West. Glancing back down to the letter grasped firmly in her hands, it all came to clear what she is there for. Summoning the strength she had to do the several mile run, she headed for the door. Slowly.
Although no lights shine through the windows or smoke pouring from the chimmney, a presence ghosts along her bones and wisps of spirits glide about as soon as she steps into the gate. Spirits in themselves are not a bad sign as they can exsist in the areas of their death or around areas of their pasts they cling to. Shadows dance around corners and in gaps shooting up the house and down the path catching her perpendicualr vision trying in vain to catch her attention.
Why so quiet? She asks herself. Even the rabbits she saw earlier make no noise on the powered dusty soil.
Taking graudal steps forward weary of any sudden movements from the garden or under the porch, she watches the obvious wards painted on the railing and can see a piece of one peeking out from the rug in front of the oak doors. Hanging on the top is a skeleton only half of the body from shoulders up grips her attention stopping her advancement. The arms snake down the sides of the door gripping the frame the nails (or could it be the fingers) from its hands are obviously long and and sharp they are black in comparision to the grey bones, but the head speaks of new levels. It's bulky with a large snout fangs still sharp with several rows grace the jaw line and spikes on the forehead and along the back give the vision of something maybe lizard like but the eyes look almost human.
She starts again passing the filled pots and the furred rug up front now closely resembling the body of the creature above. On the doorknob is the carving of a demon wrapped around the handle his hands holding on and the wings up against the panels his head foward but the eyes look up as if he himself looks at th visitor. The knob glows gold brand new.
The steps creak with the wood and the ceiling caves with a couple pieces of wood splittering on the floor. The rails sway too. Spider webs cling to every corner on the porch, but the spiders stay in the corners rubbing their fangs together. All eight or more eyes gleaming at her watching for changes in behavior and movement. All the eyes from the house bare down on her suspicious.
Fingers hesitate above the knocker. Its plain look leaves a sense of strange oddity on the visitor compared to the doorknob. Picking up the ring it's weight heavy and sticky with the high humitdity slime against her fingers. Knocking twice only echoes through the home rattling the door's wood.
No one answers.
She knocks again.
No one answers.
Too much in a state of fear the girl puts the letter back in her coat and whips the slime off on her skit. Wind kicks up and chills her legs. She walks to the closest window and looks inside curtains block her view solid and non transparent. Sighing deeply she takes a look back at the way she came not too far down the road her bike was taken from her and she had to walk the rest of the way here. The travel was not short seeing as one horseback the trip was itself nonstop a day. The travel seems now brighter and courage raises its strong head. Stomping up the door she pounds down with her fist.
"Open up! I know you're here!" A large groan from the home comes the home but a deep growl echoes right behind it. The girl immediately regrets her discission, but before an apology can be muttered the old door falls back. It crashes and wood pieces crack and splitter upwards. The new doorknob pops off breaking the little demon's arms off. She stands in the doorway a whimper trying hard to escape from her throat.
Taking cautious steps forward, she enters the house, of course uninvited, only beckoning the anxiety to wreck havoc on her system again. Quickly she jumps on the door trying to piece the doorknob back on in a paniced hurry, but soon a sound from the room adjacent from the hallway catches attention. Candle light suddenly brights up the room and warmth can be felt coming from the room. The curtains blocking the room part and seperate giving room to walk through the archway. More cautiously she steps off the door and towards the archway. Curiousity has driver her motives now. Just as her feet step off the door it flips up and attaches itself back on the hooks and locks in place. The door is locked now leaving her inside. The knob won't turn.
Although the inside seems more despairlying than the outside she has made it this far with no casualties except maybe for a good yelling about the broken door. Looking in at the room beyond the curtains she finds the room possibly that is used for the experiments everyone talks about. Tables and bilboards cover the entire room and several chandelers decorate the ceiling, but unlit covered with cobwebs. Candles scarcely light the room giving a timid glow, but the bottles along the tables give most of the light. Elixers and Potions brew, and bubbles burst through pipes anchored to other pipes. Papers litter the floor and the tables where space would have been. Several bookcases are out on the floor facing different directions, books in odd places other than the bookshelf. Slowly more candles light themselvs and several burners light and potions move along pipes and into bottles. Smoke pours out of some and pop and crackle.
But a certain light show catches her attention over by a stairwell that cascades upwards to a new level used as a libary with books lining the wall and seems endless. Candles are positoined in the stairewell and one by one sparks light all the way up. At top a figure in the shadows comes to life and her body comes into view. She stands tall with a book in her hands reading as if undetered by the unexpected visitor. In the darkness for a moment her eyes seemed to glow a bright yellow. Must have been the candlelight.
"I thought you would stand out there forever." Her voice is smooth and young, but the steadyness of the tone is graced almost with a deep knowledge.
Her stance was not deadly just relaxed and nonchalont. The books remains open as she continues to read. Elegantly long fingers move along down and across the words. The context can be seen engulfed in her eyes the words being absorbed. She smiles slowly in the silence. After the short time of no introduction she looks up. Her hair accents her face beautifully and the lovely look she gives almost grips the hunter in fear noticing the shear the beauty of her is what the villagers expected this seductruss of darkness to look, but the smile. Her smile glows of a true light that out balances all the darkness from her. The lips are pink and subtle, but bright with almost a grace of innocence to the unspoke conversation about to happen.Her stance also spoke of a relaxed state of mind but a strong body and bold ready to defend if neccesary. All this together silenced the girl below the stairs the image of Yuki both what she expected and the other not at all.
There at the top of the steps across the room stood a most elegant and mysterious woman:
Yuki.
Summary: A rogue witch is thrown into a war she tried to avoid when she was young, and now must fight not only for her own sanity, but for the life of unknown girl that got this started.
Warning: Dark, Blood play, Rape, Gore, Torture, Vulgar and Foul language in later chapters
Chapter 1
The Haunted House
Looking at this house a sense of beautiful leaks out from the sense of blind horror covering the panels and climbing over the landscape. The moon sits peacefully and elegantly behind the large house and glares its large face down at visitors more like a guard dog than a guardian of the night that you saw on the travel from the forest. Seeing the moon from this angle almost seems as if you took a trip around the world and are getting familiar with all of the moon's faces from each major direction that he hides and conceals from you.
The large house itself stands tilted on the hill looking curiously down at the pathway from the forest at it's new visitor. Old age and wisdom gives it a flare but sickness and death is more of the theme for the garden and frontyard. The black iron fence guarding the property acts as hands reaching outward clawing needlessly at empty ground and air.Dead rose bushes beg for life along the fence line the roses darkened by the night dripping bloody petals to the ground and its thorns curl on the bars hoping to gain freedom from the tight prison.This house has a dark mysterious allure touched with a even darker beauty mixed with glamour.What little light lights up the front casts deadly shadows in every corner and even the rats' and rabbits' ,escaping from the entraptment, eyes light up startlying little girl's hearts.
Windows decorate the front and a porch with rusty railing and steps covered in chipped wood grip around the house hugging it close sufficating the mid secion making the middle of this house pudge out. As the wind blows so gently in this early winter it creaks and moans with foot steps on the delicate wood. Some window covers slam shut in the night grasping your attention. No lights shine from the inside giving the porch a look of a trap of darkness. Old wind chimes clatter in the wind dully singing in despair and pots litter behind the front step filled instead of dirt with bones. The skulls crank to the side their jaw wide open. The eyes so dull can't be determined wheither the creatures died in pain or not.
Whispers about the witch of the household glide on the tongues of villagers from town to town. Some lace the stories with posion and others with warning, many don't even see the woman only her shadows as she works hours away in her home. Children as forbidden to go near the grounds for fear of the rumor she is a werewolf hunting the near by towns. Missing people are not uncommon in this dark time but to have a danger so close by no one wants to want to look for more trouble.Others believe she walks through the towns as a visitor seeing as no one has seen her face and she and she can disguise herself as anyone and gain entry without alerting anyone. With this fear neighboring people are not as trust worthy of visitors as they once were. Most of the stories are far from glamorous, and speak of unspeakable things. All speak of her in black moving from shadows at night too quickly for any to see her clearly. Some say her beauty is alarming and can seduce even the most celibate of men and women, but all discribe her with white skin glimmering in the moonlight.
Her powers are unquestionably the strongest in the land, but all who would seek her help out, quiver once setting foot on her property. The only one in history to grasp the full meaning of alchemy and potions together. Colors ranging from bright to dull have been seen shooting from her chimmney with her experiments. Sometimes people say they hear screams of children coming from her house but of the knowledge of her power keeps the strongest and bravest hunters away. Some describe a sensation when entering the grounds as a bubbling sense of fear and a panicked pananoria gripping your heart causing convultations and soon you fear grips your soul and propels you to new bound flight from the area. Most run, but tonight this one peticular guests stays. Steadily walking up the property.
Anxiety reaches close to a climaxing point in her gut clutching at the soul and begging to be released in the form of screams. But she swallows the tension down and boils it back down in her stomach making herself believe its all lies coming from fearful villagers. Horror stories are true here, it is undoubtly true but the unknown is always the worst to imagine. Without sight of what is there scares most people to imagining things that could be in the darkness and it can run wild. With nothing to cut down the trimming and overgrowth or a hunter to venture into the world of their imagination no one will know of the true danger if any. All it takes it one person to try.
This visit not mostly by choice but more of courage truth and of an important matter that steams from her command. Voices from the village begin again but this time along with the fearful looks of the people seeking as to why she seeks such danger when so young and much more to live for. Speaking of what Yuki could do to her. The child has no great skill to plounder or brag about only a sense of strange hope that gripped her when the mission first came to her. A strange light sprung forth about this witch that can not be answered until this is finished. Yuki, the witch, is indeed a Potions Master:knowledge of all mixes and elixers from East to West. Glancing back down to the letter grasped firmly in her hands, it all came to clear what she is there for. Summoning the strength she had to do the several mile run, she headed for the door. Slowly.
Although no lights shine through the windows or smoke pouring from the chimmney, a presence ghosts along her bones and wisps of spirits glide about as soon as she steps into the gate. Spirits in themselves are not a bad sign as they can exsist in the areas of their death or around areas of their pasts they cling to. Shadows dance around corners and in gaps shooting up the house and down the path catching her perpendicualr vision trying in vain to catch her attention.
Why so quiet? She asks herself. Even the rabbits she saw earlier make no noise on the powered dusty soil.
Taking graudal steps forward weary of any sudden movements from the garden or under the porch, she watches the obvious wards painted on the railing and can see a piece of one peeking out from the rug in front of the oak doors. Hanging on the top is a skeleton only half of the body from shoulders up grips her attention stopping her advancement. The arms snake down the sides of the door gripping the frame the nails (or could it be the fingers) from its hands are obviously long and and sharp they are black in comparision to the grey bones, but the head speaks of new levels. It's bulky with a large snout fangs still sharp with several rows grace the jaw line and spikes on the forehead and along the back give the vision of something maybe lizard like but the eyes look almost human.
She starts again passing the filled pots and the furred rug up front now closely resembling the body of the creature above. On the doorknob is the carving of a demon wrapped around the handle his hands holding on and the wings up against the panels his head foward but the eyes look up as if he himself looks at th visitor. The knob glows gold brand new.
The steps creak with the wood and the ceiling caves with a couple pieces of wood splittering on the floor. The rails sway too. Spider webs cling to every corner on the porch, but the spiders stay in the corners rubbing their fangs together. All eight or more eyes gleaming at her watching for changes in behavior and movement. All the eyes from the house bare down on her suspicious.
Fingers hesitate above the knocker. Its plain look leaves a sense of strange oddity on the visitor compared to the doorknob. Picking up the ring it's weight heavy and sticky with the high humitdity slime against her fingers. Knocking twice only echoes through the home rattling the door's wood.
No one answers.
She knocks again.
No one answers.
Too much in a state of fear the girl puts the letter back in her coat and whips the slime off on her skit. Wind kicks up and chills her legs. She walks to the closest window and looks inside curtains block her view solid and non transparent. Sighing deeply she takes a look back at the way she came not too far down the road her bike was taken from her and she had to walk the rest of the way here. The travel was not short seeing as one horseback the trip was itself nonstop a day. The travel seems now brighter and courage raises its strong head. Stomping up the door she pounds down with her fist.
"Open up! I know you're here!" A large groan from the home comes the home but a deep growl echoes right behind it. The girl immediately regrets her discission, but before an apology can be muttered the old door falls back. It crashes and wood pieces crack and splitter upwards. The new doorknob pops off breaking the little demon's arms off. She stands in the doorway a whimper trying hard to escape from her throat.
Taking cautious steps forward, she enters the house, of course uninvited, only beckoning the anxiety to wreck havoc on her system again. Quickly she jumps on the door trying to piece the doorknob back on in a paniced hurry, but soon a sound from the room adjacent from the hallway catches attention. Candle light suddenly brights up the room and warmth can be felt coming from the room. The curtains blocking the room part and seperate giving room to walk through the archway. More cautiously she steps off the door and towards the archway. Curiousity has driver her motives now. Just as her feet step off the door it flips up and attaches itself back on the hooks and locks in place. The door is locked now leaving her inside. The knob won't turn.
Although the inside seems more despairlying than the outside she has made it this far with no casualties except maybe for a good yelling about the broken door. Looking in at the room beyond the curtains she finds the room possibly that is used for the experiments everyone talks about. Tables and bilboards cover the entire room and several chandelers decorate the ceiling, but unlit covered with cobwebs. Candles scarcely light the room giving a timid glow, but the bottles along the tables give most of the light. Elixers and Potions brew, and bubbles burst through pipes anchored to other pipes. Papers litter the floor and the tables where space would have been. Several bookcases are out on the floor facing different directions, books in odd places other than the bookshelf. Slowly more candles light themselvs and several burners light and potions move along pipes and into bottles. Smoke pours out of some and pop and crackle.
But a certain light show catches her attention over by a stairwell that cascades upwards to a new level used as a libary with books lining the wall and seems endless. Candles are positoined in the stairewell and one by one sparks light all the way up. At top a figure in the shadows comes to life and her body comes into view. She stands tall with a book in her hands reading as if undetered by the unexpected visitor. In the darkness for a moment her eyes seemed to glow a bright yellow. Must have been the candlelight.
"I thought you would stand out there forever." Her voice is smooth and young, but the steadyness of the tone is graced almost with a deep knowledge.
Her stance was not deadly just relaxed and nonchalont. The books remains open as she continues to read. Elegantly long fingers move along down and across the words. The context can be seen engulfed in her eyes the words being absorbed. She smiles slowly in the silence. After the short time of no introduction she looks up. Her hair accents her face beautifully and the lovely look she gives almost grips the hunter in fear noticing the shear the beauty of her is what the villagers expected this seductruss of darkness to look, but the smile. Her smile glows of a true light that out balances all the darkness from her. The lips are pink and subtle, but bright with almost a grace of innocence to the unspoke conversation about to happen.Her stance also spoke of a relaxed state of mind but a strong body and bold ready to defend if neccesary. All this together silenced the girl below the stairs the image of Yuki both what she expected and the other not at all.
There at the top of the steps across the room stood a most elegant and mysterious woman:
Yuki.