Ooc: This is just a friendly sparring match topic made for anyone that is interested in passing some time. It is open to as many people wish to join, but if enough people enter, then it will probably turn into a team duel.
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Beneath the stars, the moonlight shone down on this desolate landscape, revealing naught but a corrupt environment, void of all life of any manner. Such desolation; such beauty. A shadowed figure slowly made his way through the wasteland. A foreigner to this place, the figure stopped as he casually gazed at his surroundings. Around, their lay the unmarked graves of unknown soldiers, thousands upon thousands of bodies piled together in the ground beneath his feet.He could feel them, their souls; their thirst for war lingering in the air above along with the fetid smell of exposed corpses. It was uncertain how many battles took place here but the weapons of the fallen still lay as a reminder to the events that took place here; the smell of blood barely lingering in the air. Such a dreary place.
It was perfect.
The figure stood idle for a moment, before turning his head skyward to look at the glorious night sky, which revealed the face of this stranger. Griever looked skyward for a moment, but it was disturbingly clear that this soul was not the man he once was, but had succumb to something else. Some foreboding entity now lingered within him, holding sway over his actions. The devils of yore. Their influence had become too great, overwhelming him in a moment of weakness, now driving him towards the precipice of madness. Griever closed his eyes as he stood,silently,patiently, as if waiting for something....or someone.
Off in the distance, a great inferno suddenly ignited. The shadows of men screaming and dying sounded off. In this inferno, the blood of countless men was shed, and their remains were tossed into the inferno to become ashes. As the lone mercenary did this, the inferno seemed to grow more and more intense, until the inferno died as quickly as it came. There, in the middle of the area covered in blood and ashes, stood a lone man with a giant scythe in one hand and a greatsword in the other. He sheathed both weapons onto his back cross-style and gazed into space with bottomless black eyes.
The man named Jonah Azrael had never been this content in a long time. He felt good, since he just annihilated a caravan of slave traffickers. To the slaves, he had done no harm, but the traders met their deaths swiftly and mercilessly. Gone was the garbage who treated people like animals. Yet there were still more waiting out in this world.
He would mow them all down.
Satisfied with the work he accomplished, he left the smoldering remains behind and walked through the wasteland as if nothing had happened, not caring for the other lone person that he happened to glance at.
As the man passed, Griever could sense his power, his strength- such marvelous strength. His eyes flared red with the fires of the abyss as the man neared him. Griever's eyes darted open, revealing the softly glowing red orbs, and gently looked upon the man.
"Azrael..." Griever said; his voice seeming as though they were a whisper in the ears of this man, but as he spoke, his voice was not that of a lone man. His words echoed through the empty void as though he were not one, but a Legion. Though soft, his voice seemed to boom through the desolate graveyard.
"...Jonah Azrael...." Griever repeated, "...Such a dark soul you posses, yet you seek the after such noble ideals....Such is foolishness...." Griever stated.
Jonah stopped, then turned to the man, his cold, hard expression never leaving in his face. He could sense that this man was a creature of darkness, that he might be a spawn of Hell.
"Why should I care of your opinion?" he replied coldly. "I just do it because I want to and because I can. I don't care what people think of me."
"Such possibility.....Wasted" Griever said as he shook his head in disdain. He turned and took a few steps away, leaving his back towards Jonah. "You waste your existence on a people whom abhor you, what you are....what you can do. don't you understand that you could crush them all on a whim, and yet you serve under these wretched mortals, as long as you receive your pay.....You disgrace your demon blood..." Griever said. As he spoke, the undying souls of the dead slowly rose from their cadavers, serving only as a backdrop to this unfolding horror.
"Dear brother..." Griever started, "...I will bathe this land in your blood..."
As twisted as the man's words were, Jonah found some truth in them. "You may be right," he said. "...Then again, you may be wrong. My blood was disgraced the moment my first half-breed ancestor was born...I may be called a fool or a hypocrite...but I seek to live my life as I please." Soon, a high-pitched whistling sound pierced the air, then, after a tremor that shook the earth with great force, hellfire sprang upward in many layers that surrounded the two of them, filling the area with intense, extreme heat. "If you have a problem with that," he said over the roaring flames, "...then I shall mow you down as well."
"Then come, dear brother..." Griever said as he picked up a rusted blade that lay at his feet. "Come..." As Griever spoke,the blade within his hand instantly transformed from it's rusted form into a beautiful black blade, free of blemishes and imperfections. "...Let me guide you to your resting place....."
Griever turned to face Jonah, although he did not enter any combative stance or posture. He stood, erect, sword at the ready for Jonah's next move. He faintly noticed the whirling heat that raged about them, but it amused him to watch Jonah display his power in such a fashion. The souls of the dead surrounding them, the fires of the inferno engulfing them,; the stage was set for this morbid scene to ensue. "...Let's begin."
Jonah's cold expression never left him as he drew his greatsword, Ironheart. The flames seemed to lick Ironheart's bloodstained blade repeatedly as they rippled the air around it.
Then, something about the demon blood running within Jonah seemed to make him much lighter on his feet, for he charged at the man at an unexpected speed; lightning fast and sheathed in white-hot flames, his sword pointing straight ahead.
Griever's eyes widened slightly, as he was slightly taken off guard by Jonah's speed. He quickly stepped to the side, knocking away Jonah's blade with a quick flick of his wrist. He quickly leaped back to place distance between them. 'He doesn't waste any time...' Griever thought silently. Griever didn't waste any time to commence his own counter-attack. "Seal of Sloth-Release!" Griever proclaimed. Instantly, his body was engulfed in the steely armor of the Leviathan. His blade adhering to his wrists to form extend-able wrist blades. Immediately, Griever lunged at jonah, dragging one blade along the ground, while bearing the other at his side. He leaped at Jonah, bringing one hand upwards to perform a skyward slash; hoping to slice the man from gut to gullet.
Jonah's reaction to the counterattack was quicker than even he expected, for his demon blood was slowly but surley beginning to take hold of him. He stepped aside from the wrist blade, coming within mere inches of being sliced open. He then jumped back and uttered, "CONSUME." Immediately, a giant jet of searing flames erupted from beneath the man.
Griever watched as the eruption of flame began manifesting itself beneath him. The moments before it's eruption seemed as hours to him, as he watched the spell come into fruition. He quickly leaped to the side, in an attempt to avoid the attack, but his side was unable to escape the flame in time, sending Griever flying into the air. He quickly found his balance in the air, and landed behind the wall of flames. Slowly, the wall of flame descended back into the earth, leaving a gaping hole between the two devils.
Although the armor had indeed received the brunt of the attack, a few embers of the flames managed to pierce his protection, causing minor burns beneath the armor. Griever's armor had also been severely burnt by the attack, but slowly, the suit began to repair itself, until no evidence of damage even remained; such was the power of Leviathan. Griever bent his knees sightly, this time actually taking a fighting stance against his enemy.
Griever spread his arms into an offensive posture. "...not bad, but you can do nothing to blunt the agonies of your death" Griever said sternly. "Come forth:Guilt, Malice, Blasphemy; set free my brethren! Cerberus, Azriel, Behemoth- lend me your strength,my brothers!!!" griever's hands and feet began to glow with an ominous black aura, encircling the devils body, as the devils were leased.Griever's body began to emanate a foreboding mist from his body, air grew heavy, and griever's body seemed to expand as his muscle mass increased.
Griever's body crackled, as his body surged with dark energy. It had been awhile since he had unsealed these four demons at the same time. He stood for a moment, contemplating his next move which soon came to him as he began to crack his knuckles. "...So, you're finally starting to wake up..." Griever said as he bent his knees a bit more. "...But don't worry..." Griever leaped high into the air,piercing the stratosphere by using the gravity manipulation of Azriel to make himself much lighter than norm and the strength of Behemoth to launch himself skyward. As he neared the peak of his leap, he turned downward, and honed in on Jonah's position. "...big brother will put you to sleep!" Griever yelled as he reversed Azriel's affect, increasing his weight nearly a hundred fold, and throwing himself downward with his newfound strength. He surged back towards earth, heading straight towards Jonah.
Jonah gave the slightest hint of a smirk; he hadn't had a challenge like this in a long time. But he was unimpressed by the attack that the man was conducting. His demon blood has nearly half-consumed him, for he jumped out of the way into the air as the man's body made a tremendous impact that shook the earth.
"Is this all you are?" Jonah asked. While still in the air, he formed a huge orb of molten lava and fire in front of him. "EXPLODE," he uttered as he sent the giant ball of fire down on top of the man.
Griever drove into the earth with immense impact, causing the equivalent of a small bomb to disrupt the earth around him; sending dirt corpses and decrepit weaponry, flying into the air. Griever quickly turned to face Jonah who had now become airborne and summoned up a mighty fireball; that was now hurtling towards Griever.
Griever paused for a moment as the flaming ball rushed towards him. "Not this time..." Griever mumbled, as a wicked grin crept across his face. In an instant, he was gone, leaving nothing but a trail of blurred images behind as he escaped the fireballs radius. He quickly turned his focus back to Jonah, who was still coming down from his aerial assault. Griever's grin broadened slightly as he leaped towards Jonah, quickly closing the gap between two, but he did not attack. Instead he firmly grasped Jonah's shoulders, and leaned in to whisper into his ear. "....I am beyond anything you could ever fathom...." Griever said under a hushed voice.
Immediately after, griever propelled himself upward by using Jonah's shoulder's as a base, sending him a few feet above the man. Griever turned around, as to face Jonah's back, and clasped his hands together above his head. "Vae Victus...(woe to the conquered)" Exhaled, as he incited the power of Azriel again to triple his weight and Behemoth to bolster his strength as be brought his clenched fists down on Jonah.
At this point, Jonah's demon blood had just finished consuming him. He began to tremble with power...his darker side was being released. The black aura that surrounded him was so strong that it acted as a sort of shield to help cut the force of the impact by a large margin. The two fists came down upon Jonah's head, and he plummetted into the earth. The pain was dull; he now had a splitting headache, but that feeling slowly melted away. His transformation was complete.
He stood from the rubble, now a completely different being. His skin was of a darker, greyer tone, and his muscle mass had expanded considerably. His hair was now black, as were his eyes, only they were completely black. A black, fiery aura radiated from him, sending unimaginable heat searing through a wide area. A catacalysmic power coursed through his veins. He flashed a large grin, showing a pair of long fangs. He was now Dark Jonah.
"What a coincidence," he said. He then raised his hand at the still-falling man. "GRAVE." Suddenly, a dark tendril with a razor-sharp point sprang from the ground, homing in on the spawn of Hell. Four others soon sprung up and followed it.
Ayame sighed swinging her legs against the hard rocky surface of the cliff she was sitting on. “Looks like Oniichan has found someone to fight again� she said to herself her cotton candy colored eyes watching the two fight. After Jonah had slain those slave trifocals they had run into the guy named Griever who had said some things he shouldn’t and now the two were battling. The half wolf-demon child was used to seeing her Oniichan fight and seeing people die by his hand but this fight was different Jonah was acting more vicious than usual in a fight she also noticed the change in his appearance and felt the heat. Truthfully it scared the sky-haired girl of 9 ,but she wouldn’t interfere. This was Oniichan’s fight.
(Don’t know if you still want to RP with me but I just thought I’d post)
Ooc:You are more than welcome to join in, it will be tougher, but im sure I can hold my own until I get another ally ^_^, please if you want to jump in, by all means do so. :D
Griever prepared, raising his arms in a defensive stance as the tendrils came for him, but quickly changed posture, and began swinging wildly to deflect the assault. The echoes of steel rang out through the land as Griever deflected the first tendril, then the second, but as the final three neared his position, they split off, surrounding him. Immediately, he released the 5th seal-Mephistopheles. Instantly, his persona changed, and calculations began surging through his brain as to possible tactics to escape such a predicament. he new that as long as he was airborne, he would be next to immobile, so he quickly increased his weight to hasten his fall to earth but occasionally reversed the affect causing him to float. This in turn made it much more difficult for the tendrils to hone in on his location. As the three neared him, he knocked one away with his wrist blades and another with the blades from his ankles. 'One more...' Griever thought, but before he could even find the black spear, a searing pain began emanating from his shoulder; he had moved to slow.The pain was sharp but fleeting; he was enjoying this match so much, that he didn't mind a bit of pain, hell, he reveled in it.
He finally fell to the ground, clutching his shoulder for a moment. He turned his head slightly, acknowledging the presence of the other soul that had come but quickly turned his attention to the fully reverted Azrael. He was his main focus right now, but he made a note to keep the other in his sights. Lest she attempt to surprise him.
Griever scanned over Azrael's demonic visage; The angel of death.The demon that he once knew him to be had finally emerged."I see you finally woke up..." Griever spoke as though seeing an old friend, but still held a degree of bitterness in his voice.
He glared at Azrael for a moment. His head cocked to the side slightly as if to realize something inwardly. He chuckled softly then closed his eyes, focusing all his energies into his next course of action. His body slowly began to crackle with an abundance of dark energy flowing through him, which only intensified as he accumulated it into the seal located on his chest. "It's time I do the same..."
The earth around them began to crumble away as it began cracking, and shifting uncontrollably. The sky grew black as dark clouds quickly ran overhead; rain and lightning following close behind. Griever clutched his chests tightly, as the seal began to crack, instantly leasing a black wind that swept through the land. "Seal of wrath....RELEASE." Instantly, Griever's body was enveloped in a black light that quickly began devouring the earth nearby. Even the souls of the fallen fell prey to Griever's unquenchable hunger, as they were absorbed into the light, indeed, his body. Within the sphere, the armor of the Leviathan peeled away, succumbing to the vortex, and retreated back within it's master. Griever's body sprouted six wings; each representing a devil which composed his body, but as he lowered back to the ground, the change in him was undeniable. The air rang out with the crackling sounds of his demonic energy, as his body was coated in a electrical darkness that jumped from place to place over his body.
Aside from his wings, his fangs had elongated, as did his claws, and his eyes glowed with a much fiercer shade of crimson red, and as he spoke, his words boomed across the landscape, sounding as a legion rather than a man.(although this was the case before, it was no longer a hushed tone of voice.) As his power settled, a disturbing chill began to emanate from his body, creeping across the battlefield as a freezing wind that mingled with the heat Azreal's body produced.
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"It's been awhile...Azreal." Lucifer said.
Dark Jonah, now better known as the Angel of Death, or Azrael, looked up to gaze with empty eyes at his old yet bitter friend, Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness. A pair of wings composed of black flames sprang from his back to complete his own transformation. "Lucifer..." he said. "I never thought I'd be seeing your face again."
"Oniichan" Ayame whimpered she had seen him fight many times but never like this. It scared her, he must be really angry at this guy. Another figure appeared and it looked like Jonah knew him. The sky-haired wolf child continued to watch " I hope Oniisan will be alright" she thought.
(ooc: thanxs I might join in a while)
Oniisan: Japanese for "Big Brother"
It seemed like every conflict she ever entered was brought on by the cry of a dying man, and the presence of demons. The reaped souls, whether by the hands of Azrael, the devil of death, or whoever else was there, she was always just a step behind. "She" was something terrible, something that demons and angels alike recoiled from in horror. Weak ones had since learned to give her a wide berth, for she would kill both on sight. She was a necromancer, an undoubtably dark being that favored neither heaven nor hell, but controlled the cycle of life and death itself, in which all were locked, lucifer and all his demons... included, just like the forces of heaven.
Just as easily as they had fallen, the corpses of the men and women that Azrael had slain rose once more, their souls forcing right back into their bodies in a grotesque amalgamation of life and death... they were not simple zombies then... they were Vampires. Many, many vampires, bidden by the right hand of the dark woman who had just given them birth, walking amongst the hellfire that had erupted all over the battlefield, her body and the bodies of her spawn protected by the force of the souls that the fire could not actually destroy. The supernatural flame scorched all around them, devoured everything... but the vampires and their mistress were untouched, as the black-hearted woman called out.
"Blood of angels, Blood of demons, I call you from your bindings... I call you to suffer, to know the despair of mortals wronged by the divine and the foul... You are not beyond sin, unbeckoned intruders, nor are you wanted on our world! Prepare to be handed... judgement!" she called, her voice bearing the arcane weight of an incantation, disguised into a speech of wrath as she drew the blood from her own hand with the sacrificial dagger in her hand, and flung the droplets of her blood that resulted at the two demons.
Like daggers, the virgin blood, enhanced by the foul magics she practiced, surged forth and grew, until they were like great serpents of blood, enhanced by the negative energy that was neither of hell, nor of heaven... a force that could effortlessly wound both forces like a sword wounds a man. The spell was so effortless for the necromancer, the child of the catacombs, but its effects were dramatic. A virgin mortal's blood held IMMENSE power when that power was tapped properly. By the time it would reach either of her foes, each beam of negative energy would be like great, rushing rivers, turning the sky black in their wake.
Ooc:Guys im so sorry I've been gone so long, my family was moving so we had to take care of that, but just know that I am extremely sorry, and that as far as it depends on me, it should never happen again.
"Ahh, yet another player in this morbid game..." Lucifer murmured, as he turned his head slightly at the newcomer. A necromancer, a mortal that new not their place in this world but also a soul that he would banish to the abyss. He made no expression of dread as the woman launched her assault towards the two devils. He grinned slightly as he watched, amused at her zealous and silent attack. Without a word, he lifted himself into the air with one mighty flap of his blackened wings, raising him far into the air and bestowed him with a much better view of the battlefield. A swarm of vampires now shuffled their twisted cadavers across the desecrated landscape of frozen magma and blazing ice, yet they new not the oblivion which cried for them; their creator had seemingly endowed them with an immunity to the hellfire. With the voice of a legion, he spoke out to the necromancer.
"Such bold words from a soul that clings to her mortality through the magics of the abyss. You hold no authority to judge me wretched woman..." Lucifer said harshly.
"...allow me to free you of your mortal coiling...
Ooc:Guys im so sorry I've been gone so long, my family was moving so we had to take care of that, but just know that I am extremely sorry, and that as far as it depends on me, it should never happen again.
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"Ahh, yet another player in this morbid game..." Lucifer murmured, as he turned his head slightly at the newcomer. A necromancer, a mortal that new not their place in this world but also a soul that he would banish to the abyss. He made no expression of dread as the woman launched her assault towards the two devils. He grinned slightly as he watched, amused at her zealous and silent attack. Without a word, he lifted himself into the air with one mighty flap of his blackened wings, raising him far into the air and bestowed him with a much better view of the battlefield. A swarm of vampires now shuffled their twisted cadavers across the desecrated landscape of frozen magma and blazing ice, yet they new not the oblivion which cried for them; their creator had seemingly endowed them with an immunity to the hellfire. With the voice of a legion, he spoke out to the necromancer.
"Such bold words from a soul that clings to her mortality through the magics of the abyss. You hold no authority to judge me wretched woman..." Lucifer said harshly.
"...allow me to free you of your mortal coiling...
A figure wandered onto the battlefield, perhaps attracted by the sound of conflict. His silhouette grew larger as he neared, his energy signature never changing from that of just another human.
"Why have you brought me here!" Rin cried out, speaking only to himself.
Suddenly his face changed, showing malevolent intent, "For the thrill of course..." He replied to his own question, now speaking in a baleful tone.
His now dark eyes widened as he watched the battle, and he began to chuckle to himself as he prepared. The sharp stench of blood and iron filled the area as Rin prepared. Blood flowed from his skin, forming a distinct layer of crimson, bloodmetal armor. Rin's power swelled as his dark side took control. Being the very spawn of the experiment as well as Rin's strange powers, his darkside had a devout knowledge of bloodmetal's workings. He knew how to get it to do what he wanted, and quickly at that.
Rin observed the battlefield, seeing the newly spawn horde of the resurrected, and the blood-based attack of the one who summoned them.
"And there's my call..." Rin said darting into action.
Suddenly Rin appeared in front of the attack aimed toward Lucifer. He sent a spear of his own blood within it, and the blood's infection quickly diffused into the cells of the necromancer's blood. Almost instantly it was changed into what Rin could control. Immediately the attack broke apart, becoming a shower of blood upon the horder below. Before it hit the ground, however, Rin changed the droplets into thousands of tiny needles that, with the force of gravity bolstering them, fell to rip apart the horde below.
The necromancer only laughed at the demon; unforced, honest laughter, as if he had said some amazing joke and she was dying from it. Pointing up at him, one of the rivers of negative energy gave the demon chase: It was flying much faster than he was at the time.
"That's 'shuffle off your mortal coil', demon, and don't even pretend you know the forces I represent... You WISH you could put me in a nice little box like that, but your understanding is comparable to a child's... and you always fear... what you do not understand!" she said, expanding her hand a bit, causing the stream to surge to a roaring river, blasting upwards in a cone of death, threatening to swallow the demon whole... Its touch was something he definately wanted to avoid; it wouldn't burn him, or freeze him, but actually simply annhialate his body and spirit. Negative energy was destruction, the antipathy to all forms of energy. Any kind of contact would no bode well for him.
Dark Jonah--or now the spawn of Azrael, the angel of death--merely laughed at the necromancer's attempt to annihilate both of the devils, yet at the same time, there was a hint of scorn in that laugh. As the one responsible for severing the soul from the body at the time of one's death, he hated necromancers above all else...those that would toy with the bodies of the deceased and bring their souls back in torment. It angered him that they play around with the natural cycle of death and rebirth.
The heat around him intensified...so much that it caused the earth under his feet to melt into lava. The rippling of the air completely distorted his appearance...then he was gone by the time the attack reached its target. The heated air then moved very swiftly towards their attacker, until Azrael appeared before her, wings of black fire keeping him aloft.
"Tell me...necromancer," he said, steam pouring from his mouth as he spoke. "What hope do you have for destroying the very incarnation of death itself?"
'...another fiend in this feud of devils?' Griever thought as the man defended him from the necromancer's attack, he knew not who this individual was, but it appeared that for now; he seemed to be an ally rather than an enemy. Slowly, Griever lowered himself to the ground, and began to examine the situation. He was unsure if this battle would soon become a four way confrontation, or if perhaps there was an alliance to be made among one of the combatants. It made little difference to him as long as he faced Azrael after it was all said and done. He took no pleasure in such negotiations, but in a situation where so many strong soul presented themselves, a partnership proved to be the best option. He looked up, seeing the man who had just deflected the females attack, then turned his attention towards Azreal, who had made his towards the necromancer and now seemed to be conversing with the wretch.
"And so it unfolds..." Griever mumbled, as he began gathering energy to himself. black vortexes began to manifest around him, encircling his body as though protecting their summoner. Griever awaited the next move to be played.
As Rin dropped to the ground he felt the one behind him, an ominous power, staring through his neck. He analyzed the impressive power in his mind, and quickly determined it was not one he wanted blasted upon him. Rin turned his head, locking eyes with the demon, and nodded as if to say, "I'm with you." before landing on the ground. Blood poured forth from Rin's flesh, coating the ground, and hardening in attempt to bind the corpses around him to the earth of whence they came.
Lucifer nodded slightly to acknowledge their agreement. So it seemed that he had indeed founded a partnership, an unlikely one, but an alliance none the less. Lucifer now turned his attention to Azrael and the woman, it seemed as though they were still conversing, but whatever they were doing, Lucifer would soon grab their attention. Without a word, Lucifer summoned two of the many orbs to his hands and allowed the spheres to gently rest in the palms of his hands. As if by silent command, he began to mold the darkened orbs, and immediately, they began to shift, re-mold their structure by elongating their appearance, and each began to branch off into several separate tangents. It took only a few moments for the restructured energy to take on the more defined form, twisting into several elongated chain blades that fell to the ground at his feet, and danced across the ground. As they fell the bloodstained ground beneath him, the chains danced along the dirt, clawing at the gravel as though searching for something, a life source to sate their dark cravings- an interesting weapon in and of themselves.
Lucifer slowly walked forward and stood beside his newly established partner; standing idly for a moment before he spoke. His eyes focused on the necromancer but even more so did he keep Azrael in his sights. His eyes failed to even blink as he glared at the two, but he made note to examine his accomplice. Clearly, by his previous displays of blood magicking, this man held a power worthy of admiration; Lucifer could not deny the power that he felt emanating from this man, but after he made due note of his partner's power, he spoke. Although his attention was towards the devil and necromancer, his words were bent towards the blood mage.
"...and you are...?" Lucifer murmured, barely loud enough for him to hear.
"Call me...Rin..." He replied with a tone of contempt as he glared toward the necromancer. Rin raised his hand to about eye level as a dagger of blood formed from the top of his blood armored hand. The crimson metal shined in the light of the flames, and tendrils of bloodmetal rose from the coated ground around the two allies. The tendrils began to shred to corpses of warriors past, making clear-cut paths toward both enemy parties.
"And what might I call you?" Rin said, his gaze never drifting from the necromancer.
[oooooh this is exciting! I'm having a great time, guys, an' I hopes you is, too! I hope you aren't too distressed... This character scares me sometimes, hwo sick I made her... Please, feel free to gang up on her ^^ I would be flattered if all three of you allied to put the smackdown on her <3]
"Again With the Boxes!"
the necromancer's voice came again, but she was not in front of Azrael by the time he had gotten to her. She was curiously missing from the spot he had thought her to be... and had spoken to a dark figure in a pillar of smoke. She had moved through his heat, ignored it completely somehow... She was nowhere near where Azrael had placed her... all that was there was a Vampire, a grin on her hideously twisted features. She was not a normal vampire, she was one full of negative energy... way too much. She was a bomb. This was not obvious before she exploded, this vampire, in a concentration of negative energy greater than the blood bolts had been. If Azrael stood still, he would not go unscathed... but why had she not been destroyed with the rain of needles?
It seems the blood mage underestimated her creations. Though shredded, they had been invested with VAST ammounts of negative power. It seemed she had a lot to spare, in her powerful virgin blood! Hands reached up at Lucifer and the Blood mage from the ground, hands that were attatched to what was left of all the vampires the blood mage had attempted to destroy. The fools had the gall to try and land there. Another gross underestimation on their part. They would pay for it. The explosions that resulted wracked the whole of the battlefield... the blood mage had done quite a nice job of spreading the pieces around with his messy attacks of bloodmetal, but not nearly good enough a job at destroying something... Bloodmetal was just that... a metal. Even if he shredded the vampires, there were still animated little piecies all around... he'd simply made it worse... the lot of them, demons and blood mage alike, were in for a rough evening.
But where was the necromancer, the source of all this? She knew she had to play this right... but her voice came, through the mist, through the fire, through the destruction... but it was carried not on the wind from her mouth, but through the dark energies all around them now. Even if they managed to survive being blown up like that, the field was still now in her absolute favor... Even by exploding the vampires like that alone, she had effectively supersaturated the whole area with negative energy, effectively making her magic much more effective than before... and the blood mage had helped her do it, too! It was rich.
"You are not death" she said to Azrael... "you are, last I looked, not an ephermal concept... You are flesh, you are blood, and you can die. These people did not need to die here, most certainly not at the hands of one so grossly out of line like yourself, so do not even think of lecturing me on the cycles of life and death, hellworm." that voice came, eased and disturbingly cheerful. She was fine with all of this... Somehow, the explosions had not bothered her in the least.
"And for the record, please stop putting me in your boxes..." she said, whimpering a little "Its scary in there! So dark and cold, I might cut myself!" she sniveled, sounding like she really was emotional at it, that is, until she roared with laughter at how rediculous the demon was to her.
Azrael found this so amusing, he did not know whether to laugh or to roar. He stood there, his body scarred even more, but he felt no pain, for he represented Death itself. He had no reason to fear injury.
"If that be the case," he growled, then you are sorely mistaken. You see, unlike Jonah--whose body I have taken control of, thanks to his Oath--I am neither living nor dead, nor did I have any intention of killing these people who are now slaves under your magic. Jonah did this of his own accord...I'm here to clean up the mess he left behind...by severing the souls from the bodies...just as I have been doing since the beginning of time."
He raised his hand and his scythe appeared before him; a scythe of utter darkness and death, as long as he was tall, with a gleaming red blade. He then turned to the animated pieces of vampire remains and saw pieces of souls within them, writhing in torment, unable to control the bodies they inhabited. It did not please him to see his work undone.
"Souls, be freed," he uttered. He then hurled his scythe down towards the pieces. The scythe then began to act as if by its own accord, slashing at every piece of vampire it could find. With each piece it hit, Azrael saw that a piece of a victim's soul was released from it, and the piece fell, motionless and utterly dead...this time, for good. Soon, all of the pieces stopped moving, stopped living, and the souls finally assumed their forms. The scythe returned into the grasp of Azrael, who smiled a toothy smile. "Now go to Purgatory, where you shall have a chance to atone your sins." The souls obeyed, and then they were gone.
"This is why I hate necromancers above all else," he said in a dangerously low, rumbling voice that seemed to echo throughout the land, turning towards the source of the voice. "They interfere with and undo my work. I grow sick of having to sever the same souls twice or three times in a row.
"I am the Angel of Death...and it is time for your punishment," he said. "Join the art of necromancy in annihilation."
A dome of bloodmetal had almost instantly formed under and around Rin and his ally...almost like a precognitive reaction. The explosions boomed on the outside, the dome melting only after they had ceased. Rin watched as the scythe finished off the last of the pieces, then examined the one who wielded it. He looked to the sky as if in thought, his crimson armor gleaming in the moonlight as he contemplated his future actions.
(Angel of Chaos.... I'm going to have to yell atcha a little... They already exploded... too late to try and stop that. Sure, sure, you freed the souls... but the bodies already boomed, the negative energy released, and that will hurt you unless you react... I really don't want to take an autohit for that, so please, post an appropriate reaction for me, dearie! <3 Denku...)
Lucifer bowed his head slightly in appreciation for Rin's protection; indeed this blood mage served as an excellent shield. truly, he would be of great use in this duel. Already it seemed clear that Azreal held no intention of aiding the necromancer. The two fought with powerful magics that decimated the landscape, draining it until it was a mere husk of it's former look. As much as he hated the thought, he would have to Aid Azreal, lest he meet his demise at the hands of this woman. He chuckled at the thought of Azreal losing, but it would have been unwise to allow such opportunity to present itself. He would choose to aid his brother....for now. once this woman was disposed of,then he would make quick work of his devil kin.
Lucifer turned his attention back towards Rin for a moment as he realized that he had yet to introduce himself. "...Luciferion, but mortal men speak the name of Lucifer..." Lucifer stepped forward, dragging his chained weapons along the ground as took a few steps towards Azreal. He had lost sight of the necromancer, but he held little concern for her. the thought of annihilation's release held only peace for him; an end to his fallen existence; but this was not the hour of his demise. He refocused his attention towards Azreal as he spoke.
"It seems that we will have to finish this later..." Lucifer said as he scanned the area for the necromancer. "....It seems that we must swat down this bothersome fly..."
(I guess Angel posts a little slowly... so I'll just go ahead and press on, and let him jump in later if he likes ^^ I'm having a blast, boys!
Hurray for boss battles!)
When the bloodmetal shield, badly damaged from the ravages of the necrotic explosions, lowered at last, it seemed as if everything had been utterly consumed. The field... was now flat as can be, and the ground a deadened, jetsom black. The topsoil, and all the molten rock had been devoured by the Negative Energy... No joke on how destructive it was. It had left nothing but bedrock in its wake, and a fine black powder that covered the stone like snow.
It did not have a smell, the sky was not starry... it was just... dead. Like athird degree burn, blackened to the bone. Whether the angel of death had remained in that hell-zone to be annhialated remained to be seen... but if he had stayed there as he had, he would be utterly annhialated. (Since I don't know, but that much is pretty freaking certain.)
The snow, it seemed, was not friendly. Clouds and wisps of it assaulted the senses, burning just a little wherever it touched, leaving the skin where it rasped briefly raw... but the point was made: Do not touch the black snow.
Most of all, though, this desecrated area, supersaaturated with negative energy, was cold. Cold beyond any sense of the word that had mortal definition. Breath's water condensed, and immediately sank, and any sweat would seal instantly into ice. It was a deadly environment indeed.
And it was the Necromancer master's element. She may as well have brought a shard of the plane of negative energy into the real world... but she could touch the snow, bask in its coldness... withstand the unearthly cold that permeated the entirety of their new bleak battlefield... for it was now her own. She stood in the black snow, in the inky night that she had created, her green, lichflame eyes burning brightly with hatred for Lucifer and his bodyguard. No wind blew in the blackness... it had devoured the warmth, and without warmth, no wind could blow... but her robes, tattered and blackened as they were, flowed like her stringy hair, as if blown by one.
Her power in this place... was enormous. She fed off the vast ammounts of negative energy there... it may as well have been her sanctum, for what good it did her 'guests'. She was in control of the battlefield now... no force these men could muster would alter it, and no flame would ever heat up its inky blackness... until she said so. The stage was set, all that was needed was for the players to take the stage.
This was her house now.
Rin's armor grew thicker, covering more of his body to blockade the black snow from his flesh, he was only mortal afterall, and knew to take extra precautions. At the same time it trapped his body heat in, serving as a shelter from the intense chill. Strangely, the black snow did not bother his crimson shell, but he assumed it would eat away at his flesh if the two came in contact. It was obvious that the necromancer was swelling with negative power, but that she had, at the same time, given away her location with her now massive power. Rin was young and had not faced anything like it before, but he adapted well.
"So its your world now?" Rin said to the necromancer.
Blood slowly oozed to the ground, as if slowed by the dead cold of the area. Rin altered it, thinning it, so it could flow more freely. It was obviously going to take a lot of concentration of his part to manipulate his blood at the speed he needed later on, but for now...this pace would suffice. A layer of bloodmetal built up beneath him. The smell of iron and blood filled the vicinity, but quickly dissipated into the atmospheric void that now surrounded the combatants. Rin had one thing working for him, that this strange material did not affect his bloodmetal, almost as if his elemental prowess canceled his power, or maybe it was an undiscovered trait of the bloodmetal as of this point, regardless...it would allow Rin to fight in such conditions. As the layers of bloodmetal formed, they were covered by the snow, hiding them. Rin hoped this would prove to be and effective trap. Rin stood in an upright posture, showing no sign of backing down as he eyed the necromancer, his piercing blue eyes seemingly looking into her tarnished soul. Slowly but surely the hidden plate grew, now that it was formed under the snow, Rin could make it bigger without applying more blood in the open. He slowly added blood to the plate through his feet, and although it was uncanny, it got the job done. The plate was now about 20 ft in diameter and growing, it was quite a large area, but still it paled in comparison to the null zone that had recently been formed. Rin only hoped it would suffice, and as long as he stood where he was, it would continue to grow.
Ooc:such an unforeseen twist of events, but me likey- me likey allot. Although I cannot help but feel a twinge of disdain for a 3 on 1 battle, I haven't had the chance to work with others in such setup like this in a long time. should get interesting.... :twisted:
Ic:
Lucifer cocked his head slightly as the necromancer converted the land into a corpulent remnant of it's former visage. It was...amusing. It seemed that this individual seemed to hold her power in high esteem; such confidence-such arrogance. She held strength, that fact was indisputable, but she clearly underestimated her opponents if she believed that she could go toe to toe with him. Lucifer hovered gently above the blackened snow, using minimal effort to keep himself afloat. He knew the workings of negative energy, it was a parasitic power that thrived off of whatever it came into contact to. How fitting, that such a whelp should wield such magics, but it made little difference now.
Lucifer turned his head slightly, taking notice of Rin's application of blood metal that continuously crept across the ground, providing for an adequate ground field space, but it would take time for it to grow to proportions that could be significantly useful. Regardless, Rin seemed to be proving his worth as an ally; A small relief in this situation. He returned his attention to the necromancer; her eyes ablaze with disgust for both himself and Rin. It seemed that he and Rin would be the first to face this necral magician...
Lucifer stared down with the necromancer, his crimson eyes glowing ever fiercer as he stood motionless. The two stood idle for what seemed to be an eternity, until finally, Lucifer whispered as he exhaled.
"....Let's begin...."
In an instant, he was behind the woman, bringing one of his blades down from above her, while slashing the other in a horizontal motion. He knew that his preemptive strike would not hit it's mark, but he was curious to see the full extent of this necromancer's ability.
Ooc:Let's get ready to ruuuuuuummmmmmbbbbbllllleeee!!!!! *starts playing fight scene montage music*lol. Alright Enkashi.....show me what you got 8)
Just as fast as Lucifer had moved, so too did the necromancer. The sound of a dagger unsheathing filled the air around her as Lucifer appeared, and swung downward. Metal sounding against metal rang and broke the ghastly silence, and against that sword, with one arm, without even turning around, the necromancer parried... with a sacraficial dagger. It seemed as though it was a blow stopped without the least bit of effort.
She did not even look to Lucifer, and simply flicked her wrist, sending the demon flying from her presence, driven by his steely grip on his blade. She was not just a powerful mage... she was strong, and obviously very good with that knife as well. With but one finger, she pointed at the Demon, hurtling through the air by her hand, and a pearl of black energy appeared at her fingertip. In a wide, sweeping slash, the purplish black energy crackled with power, and became a MASSIVE slash, arcing through the air like the lazy swing of a reaper's scythe... and it was just that: A beam of energy, intense and thin enough to rend the demon badly should it hit its mark... which was entirely likely, considering she had just thrown him through the air.
She only devoted a miniscule portion of her attention to the demon. He was as a gnat to her... whether he knew it or not. Alone, both of them were, and now he was without his defenses. Her other, free hand moved in front of her face, index finger and thumb curled as if around a small ball above her palm, ring, middle and pinky fingers raised straight. That was all the warning the bloodmage mercenary would get.
In less than an instant, she was already in front of the blood-wielding warrior, with a slash perfectly aimed at a gap in his neck armor, but before any kind of reaction could occur, she was already past him, about a hundred feet behind him. Turning, the necromancer pointed two fingers at the bloodmage, and lined him up with the Devil, Lucifer. Another black pearl of energy formed there, and this time, it shot out, like a spear. She was not attacking to wound these men... she was shooting to kill. She wanted them dead, not gurgling in pain at her feet. She was not a nice woman who let her prey live at the end of the day.
That beam had a lot of power behind it, directed at a very small cutting surface. She was trying to impale them both, as if on a spit.
Rin smriked as the woman turned to shoot.
"You should have killed me a moment ago!" He said as the shot was fired.
It seemed only an instant before it reached Rin, but oddly...It had not hit its mark, as if he actually had time to react. Indeed he did, a gross underestimate had occurred. A wall of arcing green electricity had been formed the instant the shot was fired. The jolts arced between the many tiny balls of bloodmetal Rin had floating about, intermingled with the particles of blackened snow. The makeshift barrier had not stopped the blast, but instead diverted of course so that it barely missed Rin's shoulder. The armor on his shoulder had searing wound that was quickly mended. Suddenly tentacles of bloodmetal burst up all around the necromancer, twisting up and forming a cacoon of sorts. The energies that could pierce bloodmetal were far and few between, but Rin knew that this would not slow her down much.
Lucifer flipped backward as the necromancer pushed him backwards into the air and launched her attack, but with a swift flap of his wings, he quickly escaped the line of destruction. He was now above the woman, and just as quickly as she had reacted to his attack, she had reappeared before Rin; now attempting to impale both of them in a single blow, but this would not be the case. With the same speed that he had shown before, he vanished from sight, and reappeared a few yards behind the necromancer. He quickly produced a torrential gust of wind with one mighty flap of his angelic wings, sending a wave of dark air towards the necromancer. As he did this, he quickly gave one graceful flick of his wrist and unbound one of his abysmal blades, reverting it back into a legion of bladed chains; which he made no hesitation to launch towards the necromancer.