Hunter's Moon (Angel of Chaos) ~ CLOSED

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"Oi, what you doing??" She yelled, hands on her hips defensively as he followed her up. Damn, could he fly too?!

This guy really was beginning to creep her out. Daemora was a safe enough distance away from him, but still, she'd had enough of surprises. What was supposed to be a simple job had become naught but an all-out display of power.

She decided to irk him. "You capable of anything other than one word sentences?"

Just a few more seconds now...

((Sorry for the shortness!))

[Anonymous]

Jonah raised an eyebrow at this comment. It was a stupid question the woman was asking, but he decided to answer anyway.

"You underestimate me, woman," he said, an edge of steel in his voice. "I am beyond anything you can ever fathom. I just don't care to speak of it too much."

It was true. She had borne witness to his incredibly high threshold of pain and his inability to die. She saw what he was capable of doing. Why doesn't that stop her? Unless she wanted to die by his hands. She tried to irk him. Time for him to do the same.

"Do you wish to die?" he asked. "If so, I'd be more than happy to help. Would you like it quick and painless? Or do you want to feel the chill of the night slowly run down your spine as you slowly succumb to death?"

Any second now...

[Anonymous]

Daemora was bored.

"Bored now," she murmured in a singsong voice, and released her giant ball. The moment she did that, she hurtled back towards the ground at supersonic speeds, eager to get away from the devastation that would surely ensure.

The ground below her was still in flames, charred, and cracked. Strange...from the cracks came an orange glow, and dancing shadows. With a shudder, the ground jerked and heaved, and a vast chasm of rock opened up before her, to reveal what looked like millions of the demons. Damn, the poster hadn't been lying when it said there was an infestation.

Daemora cursed inside. Even if that other man had died, no way could she go back and claim the money until these demons had been sorted out.

Above her, there was a brilliant explosion, and super white lithium light blinded her for a split second. That must've been her ball, doing the trick. Daemora smiled, a thin smile of victory. However, she now had no juice left, and the ground was coming up incredibly fast...and...those demons did look rather hungry...and...if she was lucky she wouldn't land in the pit...

[Anonymous]

Jonah was lucky that the hot geyser beneath him finally gave way to his weight when it did; the electric orb zoomed just inches above his head. He didn't feel like going unconscious again. He then began to fall as the orb exploded in a brilliant flash of light that lasted only for a split second.

He then looked beneath him and saw what looked like millions of demons erupting from a chasm in the ground. At the rate he was falling, they were coming up pretty fast. It looked like the woman was going down into the pit as well. Even if she died, Jonah would have a problem killing this many demons in his state.

He still had his compressed orb. Now that would do the trick, wouldn't it? He didn't care if the other woman died. These demons were just thorns in his side.

"EXPLODE," he uttered, releasing the molten black orb to the ground. It miraculously missed some of the demons, but that's what he intended.

In an instant, the chasm glowed a deep, blood red, and suddenly, a giant shockwave of red and black fire burst upward in a brilliant and deadly explosion which took the shape of the opening in the chasm. All of the lesser demons were incinerated, while some of the tougher ones were merely set ablaze. But it didn't end there. Giant columns of fire followed the explosion, bursting out of the chasm and making short work of the rest of the demons. Now, only a few of the higher-ranking demons remained, but he would deal with those himself.

In short, what was left of the village was now gone, and the area looked like a war zone.

Jonah hurtled downwards at breakneck speed and crashed into the ground., succeeding in breaking his right arm and a couple of ribs, as well as tearing a major gash in his right temple. Oily black blood slowly seeped out of his wound. He sighed in annoyance and pain; even his bones took a long while to mend together.

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Unfortunately she did land in the pit. Daemora was going so fast that she smashed through many layers of rock, finally landing in what appeared to be a dark, subterranean cavern on a much, much lower plane. She was probably a hundred metres down, when her momentum gave way and so therefore she missed the immense blast above.

However, just because she missed the blast didn't mean that she couldn't feel the after-effects of it.

"Kra'jit!" She swore, as the rumbling of rock added to her stupid headache. Travelling through solid rock did that to a person. And it didn't help that sharp boulders were being dislodged from the ceiling, and were being pulled down towards her by that excellent force known as gravity.

By the time Daemora had climbed up and killed whatever mangy demons had tried to attack her, her hair was dishevelled, her clothing torn, and the expression on her face...well...if looks could kill. Fresh out of juice, she flopped down on a crag, on the underside of the chasm, a few metres below fresh light, and closed an eye, but that wasn't really a good idea.

A shadow fell across, and she opened an eye to find a grotesque...thing...leering at her.

Son of Hell, she swore inwardly. Reaching for her gun, she swung it wearily at him and let off a ball of electricity that was nowhere near powerful enough to kill him. Nay, but it was enough for her to land a kick in his chest and clamber away. She had to get above ground.

[Anonymous]

While this was going on, Jonah finally got himself to his feet and faced his final opponents: three high-ranking demons who appeared to be very vicious and tough. Judging from their wounds, they only sustained minor burns and scratches, and they still looked very well capable of tearing someone to pieces. They seemed to be hesitant as well, for they knew who had destroyed their army. But then a look of confidence shone in their eyes, for Jonah was wounded and vulnerable.

Or so they thought.

Fresh out of fire magic, Jonah felt that tapping into his dark power would bring catacalysmic results. He was in no condition for melee engagement, either. The odds were against him, it seemed. But not for long. Even when injured, he was a very dangerous man.

Jonah felt there was no choice but to use his dark magic to deal with one of these three. "CRUMBLE," he uttered. Instantly, one demon was surrounded by a field of blackness, an empty void. The dark energy that emanated from it was enough to mummify the demon and crumble to pieces. The other two demons lunged at him for a vengeance strike. With his good arm, Jonah unsheathed his sword and slashed at one demon, successful in laying a large gash in one of them that almost separated its upper half from its lower half. The other demon slashed at him with wicked sharp nails, tearing three long, thin wounds in his right side. Though it hurt him, it didn't stop Jonah from impaling it with his sword square between the eyes. He then drove his sword upwards out of its head, slicing it in two perfect halves. The demon fell, obviously dead.

Satisfied, Jonah turned around to leave, only to come face-to-face with a mammoth of a demon. It easily towered over him by about twenty or so feet, and it sort of resembled a cross between an ape and a lizard, with a much more demonic appearance. It was also covered in a very thick armor from head to toe. Jonah sighed; how was he going to deal with this big brute?

[Anonymous]

With a gasp, Daemora burst out from the chasm, flopping upon the charred and blackened ground. No amount of money was worth this stupid adventure, she thought, gritting her teeth in a fierce scowl. Her eyes had contracted to demon slits in reflex to the few attacks she had staved off whilst climbing back up to fresh, night air. It wasn't even a joke anymore. She was out of juice, still no richer than she had planned to be at this time of night, and that bloody man had refused to die.

Daemora got to her feet, and shook her head from side to side. Bits of debris and dust fell out of her hair. Her hand went to her holster, tensing at first, but then with relief, she pulled out her black weapon. It was a wonder she hadn't lost it. This baby was powered by her own juice, and it looked like it was still half full. Daemora contemplated reabsorbing that energy, but perhaps it would be better if she used it in small shots, rather than in one big boom.

She was definitely in no shape to fly, and really, there was nowhere to fly to. For at least a mile radius, the ground was black and flattened. Only the charred tree stumps remained, and the village had all but gone, obliterated. Flat ground was open ground, and that meant that whatever creepy crawlies out there would be able to see her also.

Daemora decided to go find a stream to wash in. And, the mountains were as good a direction as any to start heading for. She'd been walking for a few minutes when she heard a thud, thud. Bodies in combat, her mind said.

Her pupils returned to their dilated state, and she smirked, spotting the telltale figure of that man. He looked as if he needed help. He hadn't seen her yet, and she decided to stop and watch. She'd be damned if that higher level demon was able to accomplish what she hadn't been able to do.

((Friday nights are normally a bit hectic for me, soooorry!))

[Anonymous]

Okay, so Jonah wasn't in the best shape to fight this big lug. His arm was broken, he had sustained substantial wounds, and he had exhausted his fire magic. That left him with only one other alternative: his dark magic. The situation he was in was dire, so he had no choice but to use it.

First thing's first: get rid of the armor that protected the demon.

"GRAVEYARD," he uttered. Immediately, dozens of dark tendrils with razor sharp points erupted from the ground and began pummeling the demon. Slowly but surely, the tendrils chiseled away the armor. The demon roared and swung its enormous arms around to dispose of the tendrils. Yet each time one tendril was destroyed, another one sprung from the ground and took its place.

In rage, the demon threw a giant fist at Jonah. It made impact, shattering a few of his ribs and causing him to spit out black blood. He hit the ground hard, and just laid there, completely motionless. The initial shock of the punch made him temporarily paralyzed. The dark tendrils scattered and dissipated, leaving the demon mostly bare. The demon then unleashed a mouthful of flame upon Jonah.

Jonah felt the flames licking across him. Such a pleasant feeling it gave him. He was beginning to rejuvenate as he felt the pain go numb. He stood and let his body absorb the flames, allowing them to course into his body. It was a relatively small amount, but good enough for one final, powerful spell.

"CONFLAGRATE."

The demon never saw it coming. A giant wall of flames erupted from the ground and molded itself around the demon. It then glowed a bright white and exploded, sending charred demon remains flying in every direction. The sky was alight with the leftover fire that was slowly consuming them. Jonah had done his job well, and once again, his fire magic had expired.

He turned around to see the half-demon woman standing there, battered and bruised, but still very much alive. He raised an eyebrow, but his face otherwise remained unchanged. "I'm impressed that you managed to survive," he said.

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Hmm, this guy isn't human, Daemora thought, just as the stranger finished off that huge demon. It wasn't fair how much magic he had! She narrowed her eyes, faintly annoyed. And the cocky way he went about it all too.

As if he were responding to her thoughts, the man turned around, and Daemora locked eyes with him, unflinching.

"I'm impressed that you managed to survive."

"I'm appalled that you're still alive," she retorted, placing her hands on her hips. "What are you doing here anyway?"

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Jonah sighed as he tried to relocate the bone in his arm. It had broken right at the elbow, and now he was moving it around with his good arm to try and find the socket where it belonged.

"Just passing through, minding my business," he replied, his voice cold and hard. He finally managed to relocate his arm, for a sickening CRACK sounded out. He then moved it around a bit, making sure that it was going stay there. Ah, that was better. Now the ribs were going to be difficult...

"I'd like to ask you the same question," he said.

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Her eyes regarded the man warily, drinking in every small detail of him, following the movements he made as he fixed up his arm...all without even wincing once. Daemora didn't move; preferring to cling to the shadows and to keep her distance from him.

She was all out of juice anyway, but she was pretty sure she still had enough power left to make a hasty getaway should the need arise.

In response to the man's words, Daemora thought, liar! He can't simply be just passing through here. No one would go out of their way to simply pass through a place up north in the middle of nowhere. This village was so close to the mountains, terrain barely traversed by anybody for the sheer treacherous wilderness fought against anyone who attempted to make their way through.

But she would play this game.

"I too, am passing through," she said in a clipped tone. Bitter and without emotion, but openly hostile. She wanted to keep this short and sweet, and then after she recovered she wanted to cut his head off.

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Jonah took that knowledge in, suspicious that she might be lying. He spat out a chunk of black demon blood that had been in his mouth for awhile.

Since he had been through an incredibly large amount of pain in the past several decades, it was easy for him to determine exactly which bones were broken. In this case, he counted three broken ribs on the left side of his rib cage. Those would take time to heal since his magic was expired.

"I see," he said, his hard expression never leaving him. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I'd better be going. It was fun while it lasted." He then walked in her direction, but he intended to walk past her and just leave. However, he didn't doubt that she would still try and kill him, so he was inwardly ready for any action she would make. While his fire magic was temporarily gone, his melee skill hadn't gotten rusty.

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Daemora stared at the black blood the man had spat out, and smiled thinly.

"So...you're more than human then," she said in confirmation, not taking her eyes off the pool of black on the ground. She watched him begin to walk in her direction, and waited for an answer.

That man had better not be going in the same direction as her. She flexed her fingers, but stayed still, emanating neutrality.

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Jonah stopped walking. So she had almost figured it out. She wasn't as stupid as she seemed. He turned his head and once again locked his dark, bottomless eyes with her's.

"In a sense, yes, I am more than human," he said coldly. "I am a tiefling...a human with demon blood coursing through his veins. So what?"

He remembered...his ancestors were pure demons, a cult who worshiped the Angel of Death, Azrael. But humans were also interbred...

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"So what?"

"So nothing," she replied bluntly, giving him a 'you leave me alone and I'll leave you alone' look.

Spinning on her heel, she decided that screw mountains, if he was going in that direction. She would go back to town instead.

((Want to continue, or wrap this RP up?))

[Anonymous]

((Yeah, let's wrap this up. I wanna try something different.))

Jonah only nodded. He then decided to leave her alone. It was a good fight while it lasted. If they should ever cross paths again, he would kill her. Until then, though, he would still endlessly wander the world.

He carried on and wandered out of the village.

[Anonymous]

Daemora didn't stop walking until she got back to town. Man...that had been the biggest mistake and waste of time ever. And there was certainly no one who would've been able to pay her anyway. In a way she was glad that the other man had cleared out the place of demons- it had made that bit easier. And seeing as he was going a different way, she could totally claim all the credit.

Hmm, so there had been a plus side after all.

Heading back to her tavern, Daemora rehired her room, went up, and promptly fell asleep, exhausted from the night's work. And that was that.

((I've closed this RP now!))