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|Subject Post 1Subject: The Splintered Crown [Heavy Development Thread: Open] Sun Jan 24, 2016 11:18 am|| |
Artist: Eden Project - Song: Kairos - Word Count: 1001 -
His eyes sat converging over the distance the coming storm a darkness that rippled around the very core of the world, the hood over his head covering the mans face his hair hiding that which the shadows would not. It was the corruptibility of desecration that lead him here, the world was lead by a chain and none would take the key and be unshackled, they prefer the crippling brace around their legs binding them to walking free.
Stained crimson, a sight he had come to know so often that it was pathetic to see the recourse of actions such as this, to watch the visions of life lay in his head with only remorse. He was the entity that brought destruction and exuberance, he was simply the darkness personified and he encapsulated the idea of becoming hate... becoming severance of sin and regret ... he was the truest of corporal abnormality ... a unwanted monster that lingered in tales, the boogeyman one would come to fear .... but more than anything he was alone ... only death would be his companion and in turn he welcomed its embrace.
The monster crouched looking over the bloodshed here his fingers running through the blood. He had been what one may consider a son of slaughter for so long but to be the man in front of him was not a victim of death ... it was a substance that would be taken to the brink and held from it. A being in his way, pieces of its body torn leaving barely an arm and part of one leg, organs slowly dripping out as he continuously screamed. He was given a chance, an opportunity to embrace death or drive through the pain and take the dark road. The choice was elaborated as his, but it was more the choice of his hearts ability to beat ... would it fail under the weight of stress, after all cardiac arrest was usually the cause of death in these situations ... that and blood loss.
His hand brushed back the mans hair ruffling it a little as he rose up, all fight gone from the man as he simply pleaded for death. The envoy of darkness however would just quietly shush the man rising as he stared at others in front of his the pure ripples of death rising from his backside forming wings of black. His hand rising as the hair trailed from one of this monsters eyes revealing the black sclera and crimson irises. The piercing defiance and demonic instability enough to send even these true demons into shock ... they had met the true equivalent of their god .. and he wasn't fresh out of mercy ... he had none to begin with. Collect the woman who proclaims herself queen of madness, i wish to speak.
his gaze returned to the man bellow as he waited, the mans organs by this point were already outside his body the intestines dangling as his lungs resonated against his utterly torn apart ribs, the bone slightly piercing it as he breathed. He was a mess that evoked this fate upon himself in more ways than one, he was a victim of circumstance, if he had avoided confrontation with the beast above him he may yet live but the darkness consumed him for the simple sin of not knowing who he had placed his hand on, thinking a figure clad in black was just another being of morality and essence, a demon and kin who overstepped his bound ... needless to say that hand was gone before he could even regret his sin.
his feet trod through the blood each step splashing a little up into the face of his near lifeless victim on the ground bellow, this mans vision faded watching the proverbial monster sit before him removing his hood showing the face of darkness for the first time. His heart was truly black and the darkness held him like a brother... that's why he was truly the heart of death and darkness.
The mans arms folded over his chest as his lingering traces of darkness receded into his back, the wings of death receding as he await the need to unleash them once more. His thoughts were something nor mortal being could ponder at no man could assume he was an entity unlike most a being born of something entirely different to them yet he still sat here allowing them breath, a kindness maybe .. or a calming site deaths true intent, needed death not mindless violence. The thought could however be extinguished that he showed kindness, those even within his vicinity at the moment would be faced with terror beyond belief their vision encompassing fear they could never bear the weight of his very soul ... or lack thereof to much to even stand without vomiting blood. He was death and the spawn of unworthiness and weakness around him were to die under the grasp of deaths embodiment.
The black hair sway in the cool air as he watch the man before him pass his red and black eyes almost showing a disheartened look to them, a pity it was to see light taken from the eyes of those with opportunity to grasp their fate and continue walking .... nostalgic even. His hands clasped together as this mans tattoos glowed irradiating a deep hue of death from them ... and then that soul was his... death called to many but the souls he claimed were his forever the reminder of his monstrosity and his curse. The words then slipped from his mouth not for others but mainly for himself, he knew not who may come here after all this was their home and he was a walking its hallowed grounds what awaited was simply the fate of deaths envoy ... the fate of the being who sat here in wait... the fate of Wolf Lionus. This is choice that lingers ...choice of what happens when darkness and death is all one has... i wonder what you know of death ... Mana Asthavon
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|Subject Post 2Subject: Re: The Splintered Crown [Heavy Development Thread: Open] Sun Jan 24, 2016 10:22 pm|| |
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Artist: Stolen Babies! - Song: Spill - Word Count: 1402
Thunder, lightning, rain; THE WORLD WAS ALIVE WITH NOISE AND CHAOS!
Supercharged and filled with writhe, the four corners of the planet screamed and hissed out with radical change and bloodshed.
Ever since the events of Iceland, the mother earth hollered and cried to the heavens for turmoil and disorder. The hearts and minds of all those who call this existence their home secretly beat the burning desire to devour one another in madness. More and more, the sadistic pleasure of man bled and they wanted to watch a war, see a fight and let loose a battle which reaped the souls of so many innocent and damned together.
As, after all, that is what people craved, didn't they? It's why humans loved to watch others suffering. Be it behind the comfort of a television screen, or the torment of a person bleeding out right before them; there was always a persevere excitement had from such violent reactions and scenes playing in the world they lived in.
So, as creatures of the night and embodiments of yang, demon's amplified this sensation beyond a level of comprehension any ol' human could understand, right? Right.
Imagine being the incarnation of such an element and feeling the jarring pull, take and direction from your inner most self to indulge and take part in such lunacy. It was enough to corrode the self, burn away the peaks of restraint and bring out the monster in a soul. Which is precisely the kind of experience which was unfolding in the heart of Mana Asthavon: The Demon Queen.
And this feeling of carnage, destruction, lunacy and madness bled, spread and influenced the space in which this wicked Queen ruled over. It was why when the ransack and ballistic Wolf made his way to her manor, she could she not did anything else but laugh. Why? Because he was simply doing the same thing she had done for hundreds of years: kill, consume and use the flesh and spirits of those beneath her power to become stronger. It was almost flattering to see such a wondrous sight play out because this is where the true heart of The Asthavon lay in such a chaotic scene.
Therefore, upon such feelings being awoken to the world around them, The Mistress of The Night could only travel through the shadow and make her presence known. For, out of a blob of darkness before him, The Lionus of Death would see the incarnation of Discord and Lunacy take shape before him. Her skin was transparent and dull as white fog, while those eyes of The Queen were as emerald and bright as a rare gemstone.
Through the extension and stretch of her arms, clothing of shade soon adorned her slender figure. For, all across her body, nothing but a long sleeved dress made of the finest material fitted itself to her being. And, on the ends of her feet, only the most dazzling of razor sharp pumps fitted her dainty feet. Giving out a cackle into the night, the horns of the devilish leader took root above her head and two wings akin to a bat's took root behind her to complete the whole satanic visage.
Birthed into this world of darkness, the unholy being set her sights upon the body Wolf and delivered but a double slap to his cheek. However, due to the reach her prowess had, it would undoubtedly send the bumbling oaf flying into a wall in a nearby structure. In doing so, he'd feel as if entire mountain side had been slammed straight across that beautiful little face of death he held and played with as if it were a child's toy.
Giggling and snickering, the manic Queen would then kneel down, smell the scent of fresh iron in the air and partake in the fresh meat that the Lionus had so kindly prepared for her. As, much to the surprise of her men, the Empress of The Mad started devouring her own and consuming the flesh to feel that sense of primal feast enter into her demonic bowels. It was so sweet, so tender and it reminded her the days of unending conquest she brought about both these miserable lands and demon world itself.
So, as the crimson essence stained her placid pale skin, The Ruler of The Wicked would slowly arise and find herself staring wherever Wolf may be at this time. Despite her rigid reaction, there was still only a look of utter disconnect and pleasure behind her eyes. As if she had taken one too many snorts of a drug and indulged in a high which made her one with the universe.
And, given her element of depravity -- it wasn't too far off.
As, in the days and weeks which led up to this moment, the world was descending into instability and no one was sure what was stable anymore. And, from this, she reached a high unlike any other and she could feel consuming her body and pushing for it to cause mayhem in the world. Thus, instead of holding her tongue, she'd let Wolf taste a bit of her miniscule strength in the hopes of sharing this wondrous gift he bought her. For, she didn't dislike him in this moment, as he was only doing what she herself would do!
And to hate him would be akin to hating herself, HAHAAAAHAHAH!
Therefore, why not give HERSELF the welcome wagon to such a reflection? "Dearie, dearie, DEARIE! You just HAD to work up a scene, didn't you? You painted this whole landscape in a canvas of blood just to draw my pretty lil' eyes to ya, didn't ya? I love it!"
Cackle, cackle, cackle; that all she could do as the fangs of the monstrous leader extended and became enlarged as her mania became stronger and she felt the twinges of insanity wanting to drag her and everyone else into a cyclone of hysteria. Therefore, The Queen would let go, unleash a vortex of lunacy into the air and begin to have many of the soldiers around them start to hallucinate, go mad, laugh, howl, cry and experience high's out of this world with but a scent, a touch and sight of her depravity.
Men were taking off their clothes, devouring each other, making love to one another, falling into the stars of madness and having breakdowns all around them. Yes, yes, yes! THIS WAS THE SCENE SHE SO CRAVED! HAHAHAHAHAAAA! MAKE MERRY AND DRINK RED IN MADNESS!
It's why Mana would break the distance between her and Wolf, carass his face with her lone black claw and grin with a murderous stare back into his eyes:"What happens to your soul from this point is all dependent on the gap of disadvantage between yourself and me, darlin'! For this world is a place where only the strong endure, the weak become our food and we stand upon the pillars of their defeat as kings n' queens, baby!"
Then, she would need to fan herself as her face was steaming green, oozing out crystal mist from her ears and become oh-so hot. With a few licks of the cheek, she'd ingest the blood from Wolf's earlier carnage and feel the chills of violent lunacy ooze down her spine.
As, she was right: the way in which she responded was totally from the atmosphere the male brought. This homicidal reaction was all on the influence he injected into the world around him -- Mana just kicked it up a notch, twas' all! "Death is but a thing we all face, but who says we can't use it to make the essence of the decease empower our legends? I'm a creature of madness and ruler of deranged spirits, so hit me with your best sob story about death and I'll knock it out of the park, s'ugah! SO TELL ME WHY YA HERE, WOLF LIONUS!"
With that, she'd pull back, laugh, twirl in the air and then point her index fingers back at The Lone Reaper in order for him to explain himself and his story. "Because ya got my face smeared all over your face and your makin' me howl with joy!"
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|Subject Post 3Subject: Re: The Splintered Crown [Heavy Development Thread: Open] Fri Jan 29, 2016 1:29 am|| |
Artist: Eden Project - Song: Kairos - Word Count: N/A -
Evoking existence, the very idea of making life from naught required one to somehow bring forth the soul of soulless and create something from nothing. This process is inevitably flawed for one reason ... human error. No matter what being they are they can never grasp the perplexity of ones inner conscious or ones soul and the concept of take, for that's all there was when making life from lifelessness. All there was were the essence of one death fueling a new life, they used the world to make there own pitiful life seem endless, like they controlled the world with a mere look and placing it under there thumb, these people .... they were broken. Death was eternal and taking a debt from it was a simple fear of losing ones self within the ideal of such a thing trying to bury others and create the existential existence they wanted was impossible, they were biding time until it all ripped apart and died.
Wolf had consumed souls, had taken lives and broken from the darkness only to drag others into it with him to die. But he would constantly sitting in the dark watching others consume, and watching pity and want follow the dead. He was a being inside nothing but black yet he didn't instigate madness, he endured the voices in his head became nothing more than the dark entity that stood here before a contorting space no more than a mere huff of disinterest as he rose to his feet.
This being however looked not to the skin of brethren and life but wanted to see death ... she wanted to see this cage shattered and broken and allow a true killer, a ferocious darkness that consumed all ... at least that's what the actions of the queen of madness showed to wolf. Her emergence was sudden but her actions even more so were unexpected, the arm dragged through the air every bit of oxygen ripping apart under its weight and as it collided with wolfs jaw its pure power would rip apart the very landscape around him, ripping apart the ground to nothing with just the pure force backing the impact, but as the smoke cleared and this insane woman had stepped into her lunacy thinking the man gone there stood a figure over her, piercing red eyes staring into her very soul bellow as all that sat within was the woman's calloused end and deaths pure essence. This figure who stood there completely unmoved with half his jaw literally ripped from its stems hanging there as he offered not even a slight grimace as the black substance ripped forth smashing it back into place reforming the man without a second of worry.
His stare never averted from the professed evil trying to justify herself as a mere catalyst for madness. Depravity was existential within her face she knew nothing of fear or death she just knew want and desire. Her mess of madness escaped her seeping into the world around them as those she consumed in her wake became mere broken beings puppets under her will and a shadow of oneself bound by the legs to chains of pure twisted derangement. The girl was almost as much a monster as he... but she longed for them to be kindred placing that in his eyes which dare not lay there, there was no brutal strife with sanity in his head, nor was there clarity and peace .... there was darkness that one would become lost in and tortured by driven to true brokenness he was not like her at all ... he was something so much worse.
Wolf had seen the dark of mortality so many times, from the twisted corruption in Azures mind breaking the man to become something he wasn't or iriko losing what he loved driving him to hands of weakness .. they all had a point of no return. Mana herself was a creature of impeccable intrepid distaste, wolf could not help but exclaim forth a small snort of disappointment at this woman he had been told was a source of hope and true queen of demons an emissary of deveta .... was it all a lie? even khala seemed more thought provoking than her she was just a child rambling on to stroke her own ego.You remind me of a pathetic little child. You keep interpreting things in the way you wish to perceive them. It is not my soul on trial whore queen ... its yours.
his hand rose as the bones in wolfs fingers cracked from a mere twitch. The mans cold persona shone through evening the most trying times and right now the darkness consumed all. From his opposing outstretched hand the black shot out rippling and twirling and morphing until the mans death matter formed the solid outline of what looked to be a massive sword ... the sword of kings.
His movements were beyond belief for the capabilities in speed, the mans pure levels of power spiking through the roof as jolts of black energy shot from him ... and as he stood behind the woman who dribbled on as he had risen his blade to sit upon her shoulder. the blades powers dug at her skin tearing at her molecules as they dissipate slowly burning away at her flesh like she was nothing from mere touch, it was less volatile to organic matter but still it slowly disintegrated slowly but surely.
His crushing presence in the face of this cannibal trying to evoke some form of fear or misguided pittance from him was foolish, he was the man who had turned his back on that which contained him for so long... he had no soul to judge. The wings sprouted from his back once more as the world around them ripped apart, these beings of madness ripped apart of tides of death matter rising from the dirt in spirals, tearing through them as the barbaric mess of this woman's insanity was butchered like pigs. The very area within 100 meters of these two beings of pure incomparable darkness stood as the death matter rose up forming a dome over there heads,spiraling pillars of pure death drowning every little nook and crevice around them .. but careful not to tear them apart ... that is unless this queen of monsters attempted to move, then shed be met with pikes of death that tore away skin from just simple touch sending a sickness to everything inside this dome till it coughed up blood, even beings like Mana would feel woozy under the weight of the amalgamation of death and wolfs essence of disease. You spout on about our familiar outlook but the truth is the weak are the only ones i don't wish to kill ... beings like you rob that right from death and do it anyway .... i am nothing, but i will be the one to kill the queen if need be.... to think i came here to offer myself to your cause ... you have no cause ... you're truly worthless.
His eyes stared into her soul as the man proceeded to slightly dig towards her neck, tearing at her preciously pale skin, he wanted not for this, infact coming here was beyond him. Abandoning azure was simple his humanity was already gone so abandoning a man rought by his demons ... that was a thing Azure needed to deal with not wolf. But this woman he sought the essence of death these demons had taken he was going to offer the weight of his sword to this woman and those who opposed the broken of the world..but they even refuted their own kin ...these were savages lead by a evil that stated no claim, they were beings not entitled to life but where the rebuked that deserve death. Even now the home he wandered for was still lost ... maybe there were none that could ponder the everlasting grip of freedom with equality of all ... maybe they all truly did deserve to die
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|Subject Post 4Subject: Re: The Splintered Crown [Heavy Development Thread: Open] Fri Jan 29, 2016 3:22 am|| |
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Artist: Diablo Swing Orchestra - Song: Mass Rapture - Word Count: 1670
Not happy? Not happy even a little bit? Poo on him! He was no fun! It was clear that Wolf Lionus was going to be quite the uptight grumpy pants about this and that bored the ever living hell out of Miss Mana Asthavon. All she was looking to have out of this day was a little fun. There was noting wrong with that, right? Right!
So, while he may not have felt the jovial blast of chaos in the air, Mana certainly did and she couldn't help but laugh and lose herself in the moment. As, from his jaw reforming, the hostility within the male bled out into the world like the awful smell of a corpse and she greeted it with open arms! "My, oh my! Did I perhaps strike a nerve, dearie? All I was tryin' to do was lighten the mood~!"
There was another cackle had at her foes expense before she sensed the pulsation of Wolf's spiritual energy beginning to raise to the surface like a tsunami wave. When this ripple was felt, The Queen could do nothing but give a little whistle as it seemed she pissed him off something fierce. For, as soon as she was done running her mouth, the hungry wave of death that was Wolf had stormed behind The Wicked Ruler. "Geez, I try to paint ya in my own little neat picture, and ya gotta go and shatter that with these dull tactics."
There was a sigh of genuine disappointment had from The Manic Queen as she honestly expected him to indulge a bit in these wild antics. Maybe he wasn't the man she figured him out to be, but that was okay! At least she had a good fight on her hands, and lord knows the Queen loved a good strife or two! "But if it's a fight ya been wantin', then it's a fight ya be gettin'!"
In the sound of a half-assed Brooklyn accent, the prowess of The Lucid Demoness activated and sought to counter-act the corrosive force of Wolf's Death Matter. The instant the Wolf dared to make intimate contact with her tender skin, a shadow tendril extending for half a city block protruded forth from the Asthavon's back and neutralized the Death Matter with her own DE Force.
In a line of probable events, this single slash from her appendage should prove sufficient enough to prevent the hunk of deathly mess from penetrating her. As when two forces of the same nature collide with one another, they are bound to either destroy each other, or bow down to the stronger cluster of said element. And, in this case, either outcome was fully probable due to how similar both Death Energy and DE Force were at their roots.
Now, that isn't to say that he didn't leave his mark on the dainty mistress. The cutting force of blade itself DID reach her and it DID cut her. As pools of gem green blood erupted forth from the tendril as it twitched wildly. But, much like Wolf's own regeneration, Mana saw fit to quickly patch that little mistake up and carry on with the fight as she savored the pain and moaned a little from it waking the embers of conflict within her soul.
She so craved another battle~
Thus, when that dilemma was hopefully dealt with, The Livid Queen then set her delighted eyes upon Wolf and wagged her finger:"Darlin', ya are a bit late to play judge and jury with me. It's been predetermined that my soul is going to expire, so why not have a lil' fun during the time I'm kickin' and breathin'? Instead of being some stiff pain in the ass, I'd rather be loose, free and crazed as a bird in the sky!"
Then, with a wink of the eye, The Demoness pointed her lone claw upwards at the blackening sky and gagged on the air for comedic effect."As it's certainly a betta' prospective to have than your depressive way of thinkin'"
With her hands still pointed towards the sky, The Wild Asthavon would then let out a screech which could distort the heavens themselves into a mess of hell and fire. For, with this outburst of power, The Empress of The Damned dared to let out a piercing cluster of DE Force to further neutralize and break this dome like puddy in her palms. As, when she did that, five more tendrils of black hue extended out from her back and became devoured by the emerald glow of Mana's demonic energy.
Now -- for the spikes themselves? Ha, The Enchanter Of The Night summoned her own clusters of shadows to rise to the surface to deal with that. For beneath her feet rose a cluster of shadow that was embed with DE Force. When it was ready, she increased the length of it to be as tall as a skyscraper and had it devour the spikes all around her as it spread into multiple different blobs.
Of course, this attack also wasn't full proof, as a spike did manage to hit her back. In doing so, a burning thrust of pain oozed down her back and she saw fit to remove the spike with one of her tendrils in a single violent motion. With the licking of her lips, she'd further savor the pain and use it to increase her adrenaline as the appendages behind her started twitching and pulsating with life.
Thus, in response to this stimulus, The Queen started laughing and laughing and laughing until her hair grew unkempt, the cries of millions of souls soared out in the world around them and the atmosphere itself felt as if it would implode in a dimension of absolute madness. For, in this moment, she barely even felt attached to reality itself. The body was but a mere hollow shell of what could ever hope to grasp her ethereal consciousness.
Hence, as she slouched over and her cackles eased, The Queen rose her right index finger and sought to engage Mr.Wolf in further dialogue before further savoring this delicious clash: "Who cares what Death wants? Death comes to all. If such a construct was against the law of nature, then we'd be unable to kill anything and our kind CERTAINLY wouldn't have been blessed with it's blood if gave two hoots about it. Instead, creatures both strong and weak partake in the festive thrill of slaughtering one another. It is the circle of life, and you best embrace it and have fun. As, in the end, that's my only cause and motive. Why live a life without entertainment?!"
Then, in a slow motion, The Queen rose herself upward and gave a cold sigh as the tone of her voice seemed to be amused, but there were certain elements of sincerity, earnest and urgency behind the infliction she used. As, most of her cutesy mannerisms faded away in that moment. In their place, the stare of a creature which had nothing her heart but the abyss of depravity briefly surged it ugly head in that glimpse behind her eyes.
But, as the howls of cackling echoed in the world around them, a ray of light poofed around her face and the manic Queen was back in full force. As in the end, this life was nothing but a game and she was merely looking to see how many points she could rack up before calling it game over. Of course there were sentiments of pride for her race, betterment for her party and all that grand jazz; but they were just extra bonus rounds to rack up more points in this demented game she played on the world! "So c'mon, live a little, smile and play this game we call life to the fullest, s'ugah!"
With thundering applause, Mana clapped her hands and summoned the reigns of demon magic to her side in an explosive display of lightning, thunder and power! The skies turned emerald, the heavens rumbled and the earth quaked as the manic sounds of cackling spread throughout Europe and the raving soul of The Mad Queen's soul radiated out into the world around them. "OR DIE A BORED STICK IN THE MUD AND SEND YOUR SOB SORRY TO DEATH HIMSELF FOR ME!"
In a witch's laugh, The Demoness summoned her infamous weapon known as "Dead Master" to her side. After pointing the tip of it's blade at Wolf, she would then begin firing a barrage of emerald hued blast at him. These were infused with spheres of DE Force in order to neutralize the Death Matter Wolf was so fond of use him and force to fight in a different means. This wasn't going to be a battle won with the usage of that. The best he could hope for was a stand-still if he refused to use any other tactic than that to combat The Queen.
And, as for the blast themselves? Well, they'd rip him apart on the atomic level if they were to hit. Clogging up the pathways of energy within himself, these satanic clusters of power were intended to kill away the volumes of power within Wolf in order to deplete his health, bring down his ability to summon his power and start pushing him towards the state of exhaustion steadily to mark her KO.
Additionally, since she wasn't quite familiar with his other capacities, it would also serve as the perfect chance to relish this combat and see what her opponent could do as she toyed around with him for the hell of it.
Thus, the ball was in Wolf's court -- just whatever would he do with it? Entertain The Mad Queen!
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|Subject Post 5Subject: Re: The Splintered Crown [Heavy Development Thread: Open] Fri Feb 19, 2016 8:18 am|| |
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Artist: Gangsta Ost - Song: intimidation - Word Count: 1390 -
conviction was the key to the inevitability that lay before them. Many fell to complacency and avoided the strive for what they desire, what they need ... and it broke them. Everything in this world had two simple factors that pushed them, the strive for life and the fear of death... wolf had neither of these and that made him something much more incomprehensible, so staring at a being who proclaimed the need for the enjoyment of life and the proclamation of eventuality and deaths reclamation being only a certainty to accept he couldn't help but laugh,his calm and emotionally lacking persona dropping as the man of darkness burst into hysteria his broken cackles reaching forth encumbering the air itself destroying all sound with nothing but utter hilarity at this woman naivety.
His eyes rose with the sadistic grin gripping his face, the usually cold man now stand before this queen of demons hi eyes piercing through her with death as its intent but his smile brimming with the jovial sense of nostalgia, so many others spoke like this woman...and all were dead, it'd be a beautiful moment to tear her heart from her chest and rip her soul into two .... an honor he would find irresistible and thus take.
His steps resounded cracking the ground bellow as he merely moved, the crushing power around his launching out as this monster with his bastard sword stepped forth to her challenge. Her scythe the dead master, a thing of legends... but the true legends were the two at war right now... a war intent to rip everything apart. The Blast slammed forth wolf knew the ideal of what she intended to do before she even moved... but they wouldn't meet with wolf, for as it moved darkness took it. His death matter forth from his hand now pointing forth at this demon queen...but wolf wasn't like other users of his particular talent,many knew the essence of death was a very susceptible element and death meeting another part of death was like clashing energy together more output wins right? ...not in this case. Wolfs entire process of death matter control was simple... immersion, as soon as the colliding black touched the green energy it would seeping to it regardless of what this energy was it was nothing compared to wolfs corruption, he turned this energy of death into a mere catalyst for his essence. The corrupting matter seeped in and expanded constantly inverting molecules and degradation setting in to them before simply enveloping and changing them .... he just turned Mana's own energy into fuel for himself.You don't understand do you? You think were the same? how pathetic, you truly believe you must savor life .... thats what death feeds on more than anything, hope... whats your hope mana? your daughter? shell die ill stand over her and watch her choke to death, your wife? shes gone without a trace ... i bet shes already dead and left you forever. You of all people should take my hand and succumb to death ...cause you have nothing left to live for queen of the broken.
His grin still loomed like he wanted to conflict her darkness to unleash her monstrosity even further,she was a soul steered by a simple objective ... and where was that objective now that madness had her? His darkness rose forth forming into skyscraper like skeletal claws around him,they ripped forth tearing into her palace ripping apart the world around them ... but it stop not her ... not even close. The skin of the man crawled as bits of flesh burst open ripping out from inside him thousands upon thousands of what seemed to be bugs ripping forth infecting the air spreading like the literal plague over this country large enough to envelop the city in its hoards, wolfs eyes gleamed at mana as these ...locusts spread like wild fire ripping from him and branching forth.They ate at the very energy cores of the being around them latching on to any thing physical before hed allow their purpose to be shown, sure they ripped flesh from weaklings.. but they were bugs to these monsters, only as they erupt with the energy they consumed blowing holes into this landscape tearing part of europe they reside near apart would they show true purpose.
His hand twisted the blade in his hands as he stabbed it to the ground, digging it into the earth bellow as its effect started taking place...it ate on a molecular level everything around it, destroying the ground bellow them as it spread upwards taking buildings in its grasp, her joyous little palace being torn apart ready to crumble on its inhabitants,shifting even through the ground as it rupture a part of a tectonic plate in the earths mantle below... he'd caused a seismic shift
that ripped fissures open lava pouring forth around them as this war zone became hell itself. the world would see this battle as tsunamis and earthquakes took this part of the world as a signal of a coming storm.
His feet moved faster than ever before,propelled by his strength the mans blinding speed ripped apart the ground as he sped forward. the death matter shot forth forming a blade that he struck forth to crush against the woman's monstrous scythe, his terrifying grin those sharp teeth snarled up as the man formed a ball of darkness in his hand staring at her as it cracked and cackled like overloaded energy his head leaning forth as he whisper into her ear his face losing its smile as it fell to regret and almost sorrow. Death claims your soul Mana Asthavon. that's sob story i will tell, but you cling to life... let go and embrace it instead of running like you are... or i may have to take your soul myself.
The energy ripped out in a massive explosion, that jagged smile returning within a second obliterating everything within a 500 meter radius, and then receding back in before ripping out even further in a mass implosion but the spread of death touched everything not just with shrapnel and degradation...but disease. disease corrupted every organic molecule within the impact zone forming mass sickness anything even to step into this fallout zone would writhe and throw up their organs within seconds Mana was even at risk for the shrapnel itself was also coated in Wolfs new little signature...how would she react if she took the brunt force? well easy to say it'd not even harm her body...instead it'd tear away parts of her soul something even her regeneration couldn't fix,wolf was clear from his death matter hurting him and doing the same but upon even touching the woman it'd cause no physical damage but it'd feel like what was hit was ripped apart and would no matter how hard she tried heal... constant undeniable pain and making everything touched severed and useless... he intended to kill her by simply destroying the traces of a soul she had.
And he stood at the center of this utterly ripped apart portion of Europe his intent clear ... he'd bury the world for the darkness within him... and he was damn sure capable of it too, with a raise of his finger the blade buried behind him would dissimulate before reforming within his hand,his eyes staring into the abyss before him, he knew she was probably still fine and alive and as his hand extended out the demonic creature known as wolfs railroad of terror turned simply to a sincere offer of freedom from desolation that consumed her soul
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|Subject Post 6Subject: Re: The Splintered Crown [Heavy Development Thread: Open] Fri Feb 19, 2016 11:07 am|| |
[FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLAY THE YOUTUBE BAR FOR THIS POST]
Artist: Diablo Swing Orchestra - Song: Vodka Inferno - Word Count: 1616"Hm? Maybe you are right, hun. We aren't the same: I'm better."
On the heels of a mocking laugh, The Queen of Demons could only giggle in sheer delight if he thought consuming her energy would be as simple as going to Mc'Donalds and ordering a hot serving of Mc'Shit. It stood true as a fact that every delicious molecule that compromised Miss Mana Asthavon in this state was no more important than the other. As, ol' Queeny was a shapeless being whom could shift and alternate her beings consciousness on a dime to whatever was tethered to her energy.
So, it stood as absolute reason that the same abilities that the core of Mana shared could be reflected upon the particles of energy which extended forth from herself. Hence, as soon as the corrosion attempted to immerse itself with that force and strip away control of it from Mana -- the bonds broke. Instead, all Wolf would get is a mouthful of carnage capable of slashing holes and damage in even some of the most mightiest of barriers known to man!
[CLICK THE SPOILER TO SEE THE ABILITY USED AGAINST IT]
Furthermore, he may even find himself slipping and losing control over his abilities. If nothing else, they'd certainly be harder to use and take a far greater toll on his stamina due to the fact that her very nature was in line with true disruption and destabilization. This overpowered witch had enough firepower to defy physics and logic itself, so overwhelming the constructs of Death Matter certainly wasn't out of her control.
[CLICK THE SPOILER TO SEE THE ABILITY USED AGAINST WOLF]
Even if it tried to heal and defend him from this, this move was intended to leave a mark and make him step back a bit to realize just the kind of opponent he was dealing with. As every little bit of regeneration and healing factor in Wolf may grind, slow and become frustratingly harder to perform in the wake of such an attack slamming into him. "S'ugah, ya are bugging me now...."
There was a shit-eating smirk smeared across the pale face of The Demon Queen as she was delighted in her craptastic pun. Although, as her emerald hued eyes observed the locus spreading around her, they were turning into a bit of pest problem. So, with a clap of her hands, she'd unleash the hounds and see to their prompt destruction. "...so why don't I drive ya a bit BATTY?"
Digressing, aside from Mana's horrible jokes, the assaults of the demoness were more fearsome than her ability to crack humor. The reason being is because hundreds of bats were unleashed from her wings and sent hurdling at the vermin giving the poor towns folk a hard time. In a matter of moments, they'd devour and consume these beast and implode them within a cloud of instability. [READ THE DISRUPTION CONTROL AGAIN]
As, with the nature Mana infused them with, they were able to influence and effect their biological systems. Since these were living creatures, they all had a core of energy and spiritual power they relied. Thus, the many menacing creatures of manic malice (get a load of all these m's!)
were able to destabilize their being and turn them into a explosion of glitter, cackling noises and fireworks for the injured and maimed peasants to enjoy!
The Deminetwork would see to it that these poor bastards get repaired. As ol' Wolfie did manage to cause a bit of terror in his overly dramatic killing spree against London, but it wouldn't get very far due to the controlling grip of The Queen's prowess in this region. To expect anything less, namely in her home base, would be absurd -- too absurd for even this nutty conjurer of chaos!
In fact, it was even more crazy and illogical than the fact that most of the royal family would obviously be given orders to retread and clear the area. Or, perhaps, the fact his little destabilization trick wouldn't work too well on the palace. With a shrug of her shoulders, The Demon Queen would give a cackle and watch as her domain still stood tall.
If it was attacked by the locus -- they'd long be deceased by now. And if it was the death matter? Well, the whole of her palace was crafted from the very energies which compromised Mana's being. So, it stood to reason that it was as durable as The Queen herself. Thus, the same instability resistance would come into play and the chaotic energies brought forth in the area would only serve to enhance and augment Mana ever so slightly. Add to the fact The Demi Network was assigned a high protocol to shield and protect the royal compound and it wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
All Wolf Managed to do in this moment was make her one and half times stronger than when she started because of his chaotic rampage. He really didn't understand this whole theme of her character, did he? Oh well!
At this point, Mana could simply stretch and let the automation of The Demi Network's defense constrain and restraint the environmental influences Ol' Wolfie tried to influence with his seismic shifts, lava rifts and hurricanes. C'mon, today was suppose to be cloudy and warm, not filled with the fires of hades. That could come another day. There was no need, in the mind of Mana, to change this climate! "Yesh, hun, ya are turning into edgy cliche number ten thousand over there. Claiming my soul? Get real, s'ugah. Ya just seem a tad bit upset I ain't fittin' into ya mold. Oh, and seriously, this whole "grim reaper act" it's growing a wee bit dull. Get some new material, babe!"
The woman had a mouth on her, but she was honestly having the time of her life still. It had been awhile since she had been able to put a decent performance, so she was grinning and snickering between every word; despite the horrid edginess of her foe!
So, as their weapons clashed and reflected a dense force of collision throughout the area, The Demon Queen could actually feel his might for once without him resorting to that asinine Death Matter. As, if he paid more attention, he'd notice the physical attacks had a better chance of reaching him than the convoluted bullshit of his beloved Death Matter.
Since, in that moment, Dear Ol' Mana would feel as if a freight train slammed into her body and the drooling of her mouth came overflowing with that ecstatic delight of anguish. She could feel the grinding claws gnawing at her body, the stings of red pain snapping at her tendons and the weight of his power pushing against her own; the struggle, the calamity, the sheer horror of it all! It was all so exciting and served to make her heart pump with chaotic delight as that pretty little mouth of hers bled it's emerald blood! -- then she lost it.
More death matter.
This was beginning to grow tedious; even for Mana. Since, in response, another wave of her energy spread for five hundred meters and her instability resistance once again prevented the degrading and corrosive effects of Wolf's Death Matter from reaching it's full potential.
Sure, she started to feel headaches, nauseous and a sense that she had a wicked hangover; but it wasn't anything she was going to vomit and throw up over due to her defiance against these constructs. All he managed to do was bring a minimal level of her health down; his physical attacks honestly had more stopping power and damage effectiveness, but it seemed he had a hard-on for playing death.
So, Mana would close her eyes, fold her arms and almost feel bad for him since it was clear he had not much other games to play than this parlor trick. Therefore, she'd cease moving and simply give Wolf one annoyed stare before speaking:"Sir Edgelord Death The Second, while there is certainly nothing else I'd rather do than stand here and listen to you blather on about being the second coming of death until the dark era of the universe consumes us all, I'm The Queen of Fucking Demons. I have a thousand better things I could be doing right now than humor some piss-poor attempt to claim my soul for the ten millionth time."
Oh yes! Dear Mana was sick and agitated -- and for proper reason! The asshole gave her cramps, dizziness and nauseousness from his last blast of Death Matter; so she had every right to lose her cheery demeanor for a bit! What a douche. "So, here is how this is going to go, hun: you are going to hit me with everything you have that isn't reliant on Death Matter. Release, power up or do whatever arbitrary ritual you need to do make yourself big and strong. Then -- strike me as best as you can."
With her right index finger held up to her face, Mana would wag it and make sure she was crystal clear in the message she was conveying:"And since I know you have problems understanding basic words: YOU. ATTACK ME. Anything that isn't death matter."
Then, with that out of the way, The Demon Queen would not move and she'd simply await for Wolf to have his turn as she honestly felt bad for disarming him so heavily. "Otherwise, I'mma end this farce~ 'Kay, dearie?"
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