Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150313021631/@comment-5583506-20150316163104

Sibern was walking slowly across a familiar room, shifting in colours and shapes of various kinds. His feet didn't even touch the ground for each step he took. It was as if the floor surface was moving around like water and he was floating through the air. He heard voices as loud as screams. The walls ran with blood trickling from the cracks. He remembered this place, even if it was distorted by his own hallucinations.

The room was filled with people, blurry shades and shadows. They were speaking with each other in languages or noises he couldn't comprehend, even though he knew what they said to one another in his own. A transparent shade passed right through him as if it wanted to stop him from going any further, but couldn't. He was like a ghost to them, and they were like a ghost to him.

He remembered the paintings on the walls even though even they were distorted as well. This was his sister's home. She had just gotten married to some noble from High Rock. Little had she known back then that his own family had been eager to marry away their youngest son. Little had she known about the reason behind this sudden marriage to some woman of a dying noble family in Solitude.

Touched by the gods, they said. He remembered...

The man had been seriously disturbed since birth, believing that children was a thing of evil he had grown up hating himself and eventually other kids around him. He had been hurting them, sometimes it went further than that... But little had Berita Cold-Castle known that he would go so far as to kill an infant... even before it was born.

Sibern remembered how he had entered that last accursed chamber. Aluc Mont sat on a chair, locked in chains, staring hatefully out in front of him. His mouth ran with blood, implying that he had been eating something as of late... something Sibern wished onto this day that he hadn't known.

The Investigator had still been at a loss back then, not quite sure why Aluc Montinette was sitting on a chair, chained up by men of the city watch, with blood running from his mouth and his wife, Sibern's sister, nowhere to be seen.

Sir, you shouldn't go in there, he remembered them saying, but he had ignored them.

How he wish he hadn't. If he had only turned back around the way he came. Further into the room she was... She was sitting in an armchair, eyes blank with confusion and death. A massive pool of blood was underneath her, reflecting ever single little detail of the hideous crime which had been committed.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to rush to her side and wake her up. Perhaps she was only sleeping or in some sort of coma? That was what he had told himself at that point. He kept telling himself that until he realised from where the blood was coming from. Everyone knew that Aluc Montinette's pretty little Nord wife had been pregnant in the 8th month. Now, she wasn't...

He remembered how he had felt his insides turn about as he gazed inside his own sister. Her belly had been ripped open with tools from the wine cellar. Blood was still gushing out in small portions from various openings of her organs. Her womb had been gutted into the very extreme... the fetus removed...

And there sat Aluc Montinette with blood running from his mouth... He had had his fill... Sibern remembered how his legs had felt like the very blood he was standing in. It suddenly felt as if someone had removed the bones within them. He wanted to sink into the ground, disappear into the void, but he couldn't. Instead he tried to remain in the world by throwing his hands around Aluc Montinette's throat, attempting to rip his jugular out with his bare fingers.

He had almost succeeded hadn't it been for the intervention of the blurry shapes, dragging him away.

"I will kill you!" he had threatened. "I will fucking kill you! Do you hear me?! You are a dead man, you sick-twisted fuck! You fucking bastard! You are dead! DEAD!"

Sibern struggled to be free, his face twisted in a hideous grimace of agony and unspeakable anger. His sister and his unborn niece had just been killed by a man he should have foreseen to be a mentally ill human being, a monster. His family had been more than happy to be rid off him.

The last thing Sibern saw before he had been forced out of the room had been the blood pool underneath the chair his sister sat in. He remembered the reflections it cast. They had taken the form of dark shapes with eyes staring back at him, either to pity him or to mock him. No matter if these strange beings were fictious creations of his own mind, trying to cope with the shock, or whether they were unknown entities coming to gloat at the very essence of mortality, he remembered... That had been the moment when his hallucinations had first started...

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"Sir?" he heard someone say from afar. "Sir?" asked the purring voice a little louder. "Sir?!" it finally exclaimed and he felt someone shaking him.

Sibern slowly opened his eyes. He found himself lying with his back against a wall padded with red satin. A couple of opened and emptied skooma bottles were lying all around him.

This oughta be enough to kill the sights for a day or two...

The Khajiit in front of him didn't look like the ordinary housecats he would normally see on the streets of Solitude. There was an aura of charm and grace around this woman.

"Thank S'rendarr, you are alive!" she said. "Mi'Siri was almost worried, that you had traveled into the final unknown."

''Sometimes I wish I had... ''he thought and rubbed his forehead. His head was aching, but at least he couldn't see his demons anywhere...