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Subject Post 1Subject: Divine Punishment [Operation Moon Massacre] Sun Apr 10, 2016 6:25 am
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There should be nothing but darkness in the cosmic night of space. Yet, as the moon base of the Vanguard remained ever so tucked in its slumber, the crimson light of judgement shined upon them. Retribution had to be paid and the simmers of war still brewed strong within The Princess of Demon World's Heart. Imagery of The Conflict of Iceland began to replay over and over again in her mind. The hellish fire of that war between Shadow Fall and The Vanguard still bled strong in her memories and she wanted to retaliate in her own way.
Henceforth, this messenger of demonic divinity tore through dimensions, slipped past the cracks and appeared before The Moon Base of The Vanguard. There were undoubtedly millions upon millions which called this sector their home and it was the prime spot for a terroristic attack. Ergo, it was the perfect spot for Shadow Fall to make their bellowing attack. Many assumed the Moon was a safe haven from all the conflict which brewed on the planet earth. Today, Neoveta dared to prove them wrong.
Her intention was to inflict as much damage as possible upon this base. It did not matter if she had to do this alone, or if an entire army decided to back her. Blood needed to be paid for her sisters, brothers and allies in Khalaism and Shadow Fall which fell during the conflict for Iceland. This was the conflict their leader started -- and the conflict Neoveta intended to finish here in bloodshed. Therefore, even as her heart beat with a dreadful heaviness, she felt that this cause was right and she knew the glory of her people and movement would see her through to the light of victory.
So, while the element of surprise was still on her side, the six crimson wings behind the silver haired maiden of satanism started to radiate and glow with immense power. As the brilliance of this demonic energy lit up her midnight dress, the scarlet eyes of the child-like demoness stared intently at the center of the facility and placed her right hand in it's sight. She was the gun, the ammunition was loaded and all that needed to be done was to aim and pull the trigger.
Thus, with one cold sigh, The Princess of Demon World let it all go and shot six flares of burning red light down at the structure below. Moving at rates of speed comparable to a grand masters speed, these constructs of demonic magic sought to obliterate anything their hellish power touched. Therefore, numerous plums of blood hued smoke and fire would arise from the base. While this was space, the nature of demonic magic broke the laws of reality and acted abnormally. It is for this reason why fire began to spread all over the compound despite them being in the nerve center of the moon.
Hence, the initial assault was predicted to of had deathtoll ratings reaching into the tens of thousands. With a far greater number undoubtedly being injured or maimed. For this reason is then why numerous alarms started to scream and wail throughout the base as many sorts of laser fire began to descend upon The Priestess. They were intended to vaporize her and neutralize the threat causing such damage to their home.
However, it would not hold up. With a simple mental chant and summoning, she was able to produce and create a 360 sphere in order to redirect the attacks back at the sources which sought to destroy her. This then created more carnage and destruction as the entirety of the compound shook and more Vanguard blood was drawn. Now, with all of the moon's attention on her, Neoveta would give one simple message:
"You've brought this death upon yourself. You wished to call yourselves our enemy, so we will give you a taste of your own medicine. I, Neoveta Asthavon, am leading this terroistic assault upon your people for the crimes committed against our kingdom in Iceland. While I have no interest in killing anyone but Vanguard operatives and this base, I will not hesitate to kill anyone who stands in the way of this mission. You will reap what you sow on this day."
And with that simple message broadcasted to all, the line had been drawn and the real battle was ready to begin....
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Subject Post 2Subject: Re: Divine Punishment [Operation Moon Massacre] Sun Apr 10, 2016 9:07 am
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“So much senseless death, what was the point of this. Was this neccessary?” The unknown of the vanguard asked slowly as he stepped onto the scene of carnage and death. Watching how the flames billowed, and how the six winged demoness floated in the sky like some seraphic angel from texts. However as he watched he felt something boiling in his chest, something that he hadn’t felt in a very very long time, something beyond simple dislike for this individual. Even with his extremely long life, he couldn’t quell the feeling of fire as it bloomed in his very veins as it exploded outwards and engulfed his very being, it was hard to deny it. The white hot anger he felt for individuals who seemed to be hellbent on attacking the vanguard it was something that he never had enjoyed and yet right now? There was one of those very same individuals here destroying the base they had in out here in the far reaches of the cosmos as it there wasn’t thousands of people living on it, as if this city was absolutely nothing and that caused him to feel the tendrils of his energy testing the very edges of his armor energy which wanted to be free as his weight seemed to cause him to feel hindered, and so? He’d shed that weight in a very obvious way. One that would be hard to miss even if it was pure pandemonium outside.
That method was that he had pulled off his helmet and then thrown it at neoveta the amount of force making this couple thousand pound projectile ram directly into the barrier that was enshrouding the daughter of mana asthavon with enough force that the noise of the two objects colliding alone would be enough to echo across the entire base given the amount of force that was behind it and the fact that it was heavy meaning it carried a truly insane amount of kinetic force along with it for the ride. Enough infact that when it began to get moving it would easily have been enough to annihilate a twenty foot thick wall of steel simply because that was the amount of force that was moving behind that helmet at that time, and then? He wouldn’t calmly drop his armor like he normally would have, instead in result to his anger the armor itself seemed to be hissing and cracking, given his oceanic amount of power continued to rise, responding to the new emotion that he had rarely felt in his 8000+ years of life, it was a novelty and right now? He was acting upon that novelty as his voice boomed outwards to be heard by those he had brought with him.
”..SECURE AND EVACUATE ALL NON-COMBAT PERSONNEL”
With his orders barked to those in his command they took off to begin the evacuation process and yet for blackheart he wasn’t even worried about innocence, he knew that the base was made to hold a truly staggering amount of force, be it physical or spiritual which was why as the base went into lockdown all the evac points shuddering to life he had went to work himself, that normally dormant amount of energy expanding exponentially about his body to the point it was almost like a second armor by itself, the metal that he had worn slowly seemed to be hissing as it tried to contain it, the energy that was a product of his anger and yet it probably wouldn’t be able to, armor cracking as he flung it against the ground each one of those pieces of armor slamming and wedging deep into the surface of the moon just because of their monstrous weight to begin with, After which he had launched from the ground with a bang a brown skinned streak as he reached the higher echelons of the speed he was able to reach and from there he had stopped just twelve feet from neoveta although he wasn’t done from there.
Utilizing his demon barrier around his body to strengthen it against damage he would have rapidly closed the gap, slamming his fist into the barrier with enough force to shatter the very space around them, causing tremors and a massive explosion of sound as in that span of roughly a second that he had done so, hopefully shattering the barrier that neoveta had erected around her body so that the defense programs and lazers would stop destroying the base due to the richochet of their attacks bouncing off of the barrier itself, and after he finished his engagement? He only had one thing to ask neoveta.
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Subject Post 3Subject: Re: Divine Punishment [Operation Moon Massacre] Sun Apr 10, 2016 10:40 am
The Moon Iramasha was staring at the planet Earth, his feet planted firmly on the ground of his home. Beware an attack… Those words still rang in his head, the words of his Boss. ...This isn't right… The hairs on the back of his neck were standing completely upright. Every single part of his animalistic instinct, the part of himself that was a canine… screamed at him to be on guard. On guard… on guard… on guard… The phrase kept repeating through the Moon Iramasha's mind….
DANGER! It abruptly shouted, and Moonie's attention was snared by the space above his home. My home. My home. My HOME. The figure that appeared in the sky was quickly identified by the male, but… ...Ew.
His mouth moved to the side, frowning as if he had just smelled something bad. The expression grew more solemn as his body began to gently float upwards. Seeing her palm pointing outwards, Moonie rose up a hand to his hairline, before moving his feet forwards… and yet, he began to move backwards. A Moon Walk.
And just like that, his body reappeared above the facility. It hadn't even taken a complete step for him to pass along the lunar influence, his body now standing above her target. ...it's like that, is it…? He thought to himself, crossing both arms in front of his body as he forced all of the energy inside of himself to begin pushing inwards.
With that abnormal roar, a deep sea of purple exploded from the Moon Iramasha's body. It shot into every direction, the movement which James had developed to protect Moonie's home. The strength of this Gravity was such that the incoming attacks were redirected, being rapidly drawn in towards the Moon Iramasha's body instead of their original target.
"You fucking COWARD!" With that cry, Blast energy began to flow around his form, both hands smashing to the side. As he did so, the top of the base down below began to crack at the seams, before the sides of the constructs began to let go. However, that purple energy held it fast, directing it towards Moonie even as it was pushed away. Sirens began to blare, people began to move.
"COWARD, SPINELESS COWARD!" That word continued to rumble from his mouth as the strength in his arms overwhelmed the attacks, Moonie's hair billowing as several deep gashes appeared around them. Even the redirected lasers were sent back at Moonie… although he had, long ago, surpassed the point at which they were effective against him.
"No, YOU'RE A COWARD!" Moonie continued, smoke billowing around his body as the blood that dripped from all over his body made him pant. "How many… HOW MANY… do you THINK…" Moonie's body continued to quake, his eyes beginning to see red. It had been a very, very long time since this had last happened. All over his body, Blast energy was beginning to form.
A bloodlust began to emerge from him… a sense of rage which poured over the base. "Did you think this place weak…?" Moonie asked, his rage beginning to peak as the very air began to gently shake from the amount of force which was emerging from his form.
"Did you really think… I would let any other defense… be placed in my home…?"
Moonie's hands went up to his face, his breathing hard. "Thousands of lives… Protection… my home…"
The energy around Moonie's body began to ripple and seize, before it all flowed into his form. His head went back, his mouth leaning forwards as it began to change. The golden hair that he was so proud of receded into his head. The armor that had been destroyed in her assault began to slowly reform, though it was now becoming a uniform. "Soldier…" That single word came from the Moon Iramasha, his eyes finally turning up to the sky as he pressed his lips together.
A howl left him, before the Moon Iramasha vanished.
That purple presence exuded now all around Neoveta's body, as that other body smashed into the barrier.
"...Flank…" A voice stated, passing along the lunar currents as it reached Blackheart. Another smashing force emerged, crashing into the barrier from the other side. "Foolish soldier…" That voice stated, as Neoveta would like be able to feel, if not see or even hear, her barrier being shredded.
The figure which appeared was nothing like the male it had been previously. Claw like steams of solidified Blast energy were around its hands, and it was clawing and digging and ripping and tearing as entire chunks of the barrier was removed from this protection she had put against herself. "Don't you know the only fate for you on this path is empty death?"
The voice was calm, entirely devoid of the energy or even anger that the Moon Iramasha had possessed. This was no longer Moonie Iramasha. This was Captain Võrgukliendid, that sealed part of the Lunar Iramasha. Ripping and tearing, that presence smashed through hers, the power of that Gravity around his body increasing as he grew closer, until it began to pull and tug at her own body.
When at last he reached her, the Captain's right leg would whip out, Blast energy all around it as he thrust himself forwards, attempting to smash it into her solar plexus. "…" Gravity ripped at his body as he moved with an intense speed, far greater than any Moonie could have ever achieved. A right hook came from the sky, smashing into where her head was located. If it properly impacted, it was possible her entire head would be removed.
Down on the Moon, the force of impact would hit into the base where people were still evacuating. The roof would collapse, falling into pieces as if another building had fallen on top of it. If that force tried to redirect his attacks, the sheer amount of Gravity behind them, accompanied by the Blast covering the limb, would rip and tear and prevent that redirection.
The Captain watched her, seeing how she reacted to that initial attack. It was fairly certain what he was going to do: he was fully intending to kill her.
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Subject Post 4Subject: Re: Divine Punishment [Operation Moon Massacre] Sun Apr 10, 2016 1:27 pm
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It was a normal evening for the most part, Hayden walking among the fields of his success in Somalia motioning for people to bring supplies to a certain area and so forth. It was actually rather nice- till a drastic call of help was heard in his Vanguard calls and a massive spike of energy from.. The moon. By all that was just it couldn’t be… could it?
The scattered words of help was heard in his ear as his eyes shot to the sky the sun bright out as if it was ignorant to the spike of death and destruction now being felt across the world. It made Hayden sick beyond belief. He had to act now before whatever was happening worsened but from the scattered reports it seemed so sort of terrorist attack was being launched at the moon led by none other than Neoveta Ashthavon. Interesting.
It was way to late to be careful to, the right to act with reason and caution was gone as a sinking feeling hit Hayden light a freight train. His eyes shifted to one of his advisors swiftly ordering them to take on the task of allocating supplies, the man simply nodding his piercing blue eyes meeting with Hayden’s own intense hazel irises. It was another war calling him to fight but this time it wouldn’t be a draw- this time someone was going to be laid to rest. It was time to unleash the beast, it was time to show the world how much Hayden had changed and with that his rage.
It was one quick movement, a simple crouch before tightening the muscles in his legs before pushing upwards using his strength and reiatsu as a propelling to send him soaring through the air like a missile to a target- his heart filled with deadly intent to end whoever dared to attack his family with such violence. The ground beneath him cracked slightly as he flew into the air at unprecedented speeds hurtling himself to the deep void of space with nothing but rage and justice pouring from his heart and being.
Maybe he had done some evil on his path to redemption in the past, maybe he was a bit callous to those he hated, and just maybe he was hypocritical in his path for justice and strength but Hayden had always tried to search this world for something worth fighting for and protecting. He had learned that through hard worse and perseverance what he wanted was out there and he held a group of friends worth dying for, people who deserved a life that wasn’t the turmoil of strife and war. So as he hurtled himself towards space his thoughts of rage was not that of simply hatred for the enemy but for the lives he knew where being cut short- for the needless death now pouring over the world. Rage that came from within to be propelled outwards in a positive force to help him cope with the inevitable battle and lose of life they would face. As a man of the military Hayden understood the need for violence or death for a greater cause but there was a line that needed to be drawn, today he intended to draw that line.
When the fires around him slowly began to break and he entered space he knew as a shinigami he didn’t technically didn’t need to breath but of course this void was a subtle drain on his energy one so miniscule it wouldn’t play much of a difference in the soon to be battle. But as his eyes locked on structures focusing on the most deadly. That was his target, he wanted to nip this in the bud but hopefully he would have some aid. So with the focus of a man with a mission he took off to the area arriving on the scene, behind Neoveta, to see none other than Moonie Iramasha and someone affiliated with his organization. Good. This team could work..
“I don’t quite know why this is happening but I can guess, I would offer the chance to surrender but I doubt that would work. So. Instead, Neoveta I simply want you to remember when this is all said and done:” He paused letting out a breath.
“You came to my damn family and Your hell knows no bounds like that of my rage.”
The words escaped the mouth of Desmond Hayden, The King of the Iron Banner, the Holder of the eight gates with nothing but pure unadulterated rage and vicious murderous intent. Hayden over his years held a sort of calm rage to him that burned brightly at these moments but the power and rage he held now eclipsed that showed to Saiko. The King had come for toils to be paid today, and they would be paid in blood so high that either he was walking away in a casket or she was.
His small introduction was done seeing as this battle was being kicked in full motion so he would kick his assault off with a bang, his hand reaching for his Zanpakutō removing it as he slid his hand over his face initiating his Vizard mask. His draconian mask rest firmly on his face as he synchronized with his Hollow letting a small growl out as he forced Death Matter from his body forming a small layer of protection a shell around his body which would allow him to move freely and protecting him a bit. But it also acted as a way to keep him firmly grounded as he lifted his arm gripping it as his eyes burned with rage and death matter, focusing these items into a swirling orb of raw energy and destructive power. His nails gripped into his skin drawing blood mixing the energy with his blood to form his deadly technique: ‘Shi no Ikari Cero’ or Wrath of Death Cero it was so affectionately dubbed.
The deadly mass of energy began to grow in size quickly to encompass Hayden body before collapsing inward on it’s self quickly forming a rotating orb roughly one third it’s former size. This energy held enough power to completely devastate a small village or a whole district. But there were downsides to coming out the gate with such a power technique, Hayden wouldn’t be able to use this attack again for a while and he could already feel the strain on his endurance and arm despite his mask. Yet, as the orb launched from his hand at blinding speeds, easily that of master level speeds. Once it found it’s mark the cero would expand to it’s original size and explode violent in a mix of reiatsu and death matter along with the hot blood of Hayden to add a bit of kick to it, this would cause a attack from the heat and raw kinetic destructive force of the cero but also the converting nature of death matter wanting to worm it’s way into the body and energy of Neovete secretly- something someone could easily miss from the sudden explosion of raw power from him. In the off chance it was deflected back or not able to pierce a barrier it would simply explode preemptively due to the connection Hayden held over the energy still, but should it encounter a barrier due to the condensed nature and rotating nature it would definitely be able to put up a fight to burst through the barrier or at the very least send some of the force through to damage her. And pushing her into the very angry Moonie Iramasha.
Hayden hated to have to use death matter in such a subtle way but when it came to bombs and explosions he was a rembrandt at making them with death matter making his attacks a bit stronger than the normal explosions. It was due to the high level of instability his death matter could produce at a atomic level unlike wolf and tora who held other uses for their’s. For Hayden he often surprised people with his style of death but none the less it worked and even with the smallest amounts of energy in the area he was able to make large explosions so long as he held a connection to the death matter.
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Subject Post 5Subject: Re: Divine Punishment [Operation Moon Massacre] Wed Apr 13, 2016 2:45 am
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"An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth. Could it be no simpler? You heretics wished for a war, so I'm returning the favor in blood for retribution. Once I have that blood spilled, I will be satisfied."
There was a vast and powerful entity which stepped forth into the scene of absolute devastation that roared and gusted all around them. Yet, it mattered not in the eyes of The Priestess. Every last one of these scum were just obstacles meant to be skewed, butchered and slaughtered until not a single thing was left to oppose and stand against her. They were mere fodder coming to be murdered by her demonic hands.
"Though, I find it quite disheartening that I'll have to slay one of my own kind this day. It breaks my heart to have to spill demon blood, but it cannot be avoided, can it? I won't let any creature stand in the way of this."
Exhaling a soft sigh, Neoveta would then dissolve the barrier around herself and extend one of her crimson wings to outright crush and obliterate the projectile which was fired off towards her. This was made possible through the fact that it was filled to brim with some of the most potent demonic magic and DE Energy around. Combined with these two factors, and her overall strength, and it was rather easy to disintegrate it to nothing but ash in the wind.
Of course, it still sent shock waves of pain from the physical contact, but Neoveta's mind was one that was hardened and resolved to cope with pain. Thus, while there was still a strong eruption of wind which spread for many miles on it, a little bit of gust and physical strain could never hope to cease Neoveta's rampage so easily.
Therefore, as he started pleading with others to begin evacuating everyone from the area, The Princess just wasn't going to allow that. She was here to watch them suffer and DIE. Which is why when the traitor to his own kind was busy transforming, The Priestess's plans were already being put into motion.
As the howls of her satanic power reached into the cosmos, the sheer influence and grip that her corrupting and decaying prowess had possessed began to cause hundreds of thousands upon hundreds of thousands of weaker Vanguard operatives and allies to simply dissolve and PAINFULLY be rendered into a pile of flesh, blood, organs and bones. There was simply no way for them to bare the weight of such a violent and hellish energy wearing down on them.
So the blood continue to flow and flow and flow until their deaths fueled this genocidal wrath further by enhancing the grasp of Neoveta's own death energy. Which is why by the time that Blackheart went in to punch Neoveta, The Princess would only dare to raise her right palm out and have his fist enter into her hand. In doing so, the high volumes of DE Force would seek to corrode and negate the amount of force being produced in order to greatly dull the attack.
The only visible damage that could be seen was black blood dripping from the mouth, eyes and nose of Neoveta as the rest of her body seemed unnervingly unphased.
"I seek punishment. These heretics will pay for being an enemy of Khalaism and Shadow Fall. Their blood will be the payment to cease my wrath. When I have that, my attacks will cease."
Gripping his arm now, Neoveta would use this time in order to rip that limb clear off. As between the time of each of them speaking, and the absurd amount of DE Force surging within her, these two factors would have allowed for her to peer into the durability of Blackheart and rot out his appendages to make him weaker in this specific area of his body. In turn, there should be nothing left of it but a bloody stub. Falling short of that, that entire arm of his would at least be broken as the attack was meant to outright corrode and break that arm of his to make him regret ever touching her with such a straight forward attack.
As, at the same time, a demonic seal was already put in place in order to suppress and restrain his powers as a Danava. In the glow of a crimson red light upon her finger tips, this spell was activated and The Princess pressed both her index finger and middle finger of her left hand upon his abdomen. Once physical contact was established with any part of his body, her ungodly knowledge of the demonic physiology would allow her precise knowledge of what pathways of energy to constrain and lock down.
When one takes into account Neoveta's grand mastery of magic, all of this could be achieved in a matter of seconds given the fact she was working at full power and peak health. So, to follow this up, she'd then seek to have three of her blood hued wings slash into the flank of Blackheart in order to induce a damning blow to send him hurdling backwards towards the lunar ground.
For each of her wings held within them enough dense, demonic energy to annihilate entire chunks of cities in this moment. And, together with her death energy, the durability and defenses of the male would be devoured, consumed and rotted out of him as she sought to cripple him and disrepair his nervous system in order to render him paralyzed on the ground.
"Perish and descend to hell, traitorous demon. I will ensure you will be given plenty of it should you decide to cross into demon world after this day."
When done addressing the waste of demonic potential in Blackheart, the lifeless eyes of The Princess would then turn their deadened gaze towards the sight of another challenger coming to oppose her wrath. Speaking words of cowardice, hollering in rage and screaming of the intent of protection; the entrance of Moonie Iramasha was all nothing but static and hot air as far as she was concerned. Thus, she'd let her sentiments be known before engaging in the next clash:
"Strong, weak; defended, defenseless; I care not if you all fall under either of these terms. You are my enemy, you waged a war against my people and I am here to bring about restitution in blood. Once I have my fill of that, this devoid heart of mine will be satisfied and the price will have been paid for what you vangaurdian scum initiated."
Then, once again, her wings stepped in the way and defended her against all of the claw-like streams of energy attempting to crush and annihilate her. Yes, there were strong flares of pain that radiated throughout The Demoness's body from making direct contact, but these did not come close to the fire which soared in her soul and burned with total and utter hate.
Therefore, in response to this intense emotion, the DE Force brewing within her body would seek to dissolve and negate the force of these direct hits outright and reduce the amount of impact they yielded on The Princess.
"And I have no reason to hide myself from the fangs of an animal too dull to put an end to my rage. I'll be sure to put you down like the mongrel you are, vermin."
Thus, as Moonie clashed against her solar plexus, this lesson would be further ingrained into him as he'd most likely find the whole of his flesh being rotted out by the ample volumes of Death Energy flowing through her body. Only about ten percent of that kick's impact would have made it through, and it was only enough to make her suck her teeth out of disgust.
"You are weak, Wolf. Brute force will not stop me."
Once again, The Priestess's wings extended and smashed away the strike at her head as it dissolved the physical force once again with the ample amounts of DE Force at her disposal form this murderous event. And while she was defending herself against this creature, a thought occurred to her: this pathetic cluster of life before her seemed to be contorting and transforming into that of a wolf.
She could sense in the waves of energy oozing from his body, the howls of anguish screaming into the air and from the very claws which tried to cut her pieces. Therefore, while a long shot, Neoveta thought of one thing: he was a werewolf. And if he was a werewolf, if her knowledge of the supernatural held up, then silver would be the antidote needed to quell this problem.
This deduction could be made because of the fact the mind of The Princess was inscribed, filled and forced to be imprinted with immense knowledge of the occult, supernatural and other unearthly phenomena with her raise to power living in a world of magic and beast.
So, running along this instinct, The Princess would slam her right hand into the air around them and have an eruption of silver dust spread for five hundred meters. This would make it difficult to see for all opponents; as it sought to even filter out the vision of those with enhanced sight due to it burning the eyes of all those marked as Neoveta's enemy.
While, more importantly, she wanted to see if it would have any effect on Moonie. Therefore, she'd then clap her hands together and utilize her summoning magic once more to have two dozen silver blades materialize behind her and fire off at grand master level speeds in order to stab, pierce and maim Captain Moonie's body.
However, there was still yet another challenger coming from the blazing inferno to raise his blade against her. And given the fact she had already unleashed an extensive series of attacks against the other two, The Princess of Demons opt'd for a more simplistic method: meat shields.
There were bound to be many left dead in the wake of these attacks, so all Neoveta needed to do was utilize the necromancy of Death Energy in order to make these bodies rise once again. As, in a matter of moments, dozens of Vanguardian soldiers whom were once filled with life had been possessed by this energy and were commanded to take the explosion in place of Neoveta.
In fact, many whom weren't already dead had been slaughtered by the collateral damage of facing such a powerful eruption of energy. For the fires spread further and burned the life out of many Vangard troops caught in the crossfire, while debris spread for many miles on end and smashed the lives out of those unforunate to be caught under them. All the while, the last embers of Hayden's cero would burn through the base and seek to further destroy it as the deathtoll rose.
And, despite her speed, even Neoveta herself felt the flares of the explosion running up her spine. There was an intense kinetic force that weighed down on her body, burned the tips of her dress and began to eat through her defenses ever-so subtly. It was enough for her to recognize the pain, give a slight demonic hiss and increase her speed in order to evade getting fully caught in the ground zero of that destructive attack. Bits of her health could be felt leaving her on top of the other assaults that were given from the other two males, but Neoveta cared not for them right now.
For, once she was able to seek higher ground, that pain soon felt so good as she observed the carnage all of her actions were causing. As the demonic blood within her was becoming more and more pleased with her descent into depravity, sin and murder. As such, Neoveta gave a grim and ominous laugh. One that was slow, methodical and filled to the brim with sadistic delight. It was almost as if he was trying to do her job for her. And to that -- she could almost thank him -- if she didn't utterly despise his guts.
"Tell me....how does it feel kill your own kind, Hayden? I wish to know that feeling."
The telepathic calls of her mind were slowed down further and the bloodlust within herself as an Asthavon wanted to savor this moment as he helped to further her cause.
As each of his comrades saw the finales of their lives by to an end by the actions of Hayden. While Neoveta herself sought higher ground and dared to stare at the battle from a higher vantage point in order to recover her energy to begin the next assault and determine her strategy. She was still in peak health and energy, so she needed to capitalize on it as much as possible without tiring herself out too early and letting this fight drag on.
"Kill that Vizard scum. Now."
With a glance to her sides, Neoveta would then order her familiars in the shadows to drop a series of mass asteroids upon Hayden. For while she herself needed a few moments to reciprocate, there were still other powerful demonic entities hiding in the shadows of space ready to continue this onslaught of destruction. Therefore, Hayden would soon find himself surrounded by a flurry of space debris as they came at him with enough kinetic speed and impact force to take out entire chunks of a city if he wasn't careful.
After dealing with that matter, she'd simply observe and see what type of moves he'd use in order to better deduce how to deal with that scum. As, for now, she was beginning to feel the energy of her familiars pour into her in order to constantly keep her energy afloat. They were all unified and ready to bring the total and complete destruction of this base in their lunar assault. For, no matter what, she and her demonic people would see this cause to the end and she'd skewer every last one of these needless beings into a bloody demise in order to achieve her dark intentions.
This yearning for revenge was her one desire and she was willing to stop at nothing in order to make it show it came true in this world.
As blackheart listened to Neoveta speak after the d.e force had diminished the nature and damage of his attack, he hadn’t been totally stupid about the situation. Through his ability to sense the environment around him and the keen level in which he on a daily basis took things in through his field of vision, he was able to first move his arm in time the hand of the being known as neoveta grasping only the air in which his arm had been while in the same moment he had instead skidded to the side the quick application of footwork allowing him to double if not triple his speed through this short burst to evade the second action neoveta undertook, simply making it so that instead of being able to actually fight her he had instead avoided the individual all together strategically breaking off from his attack due to the fact that he knew that this individual was powerful , and more importantly that he wouldn’t be able to most likely beat her on his own however as he look down he could see the death that was taking place how these individuals had been mercilessly slaughtered without so much as a whisper these people which had done nothing wrong, they had been killed . . murdered by neoveta because of a silly childish grudge that she herself held even after the war had been over, and that notion that this child had come to throw a fit caused something to stir within him.
This change in his persona would be heralded by energy that would slowly begin to speed from his very pores a corona of demon magic that seemed to only grow as seconds passed. He was in a state of psychological stasis, unable to move on from this one thought. The thought that this being had killed his own family, the members of the vanguard mattered more to him then his own life, and now the weak, and the helpless had to die for something that they could not defend against, and thats when he realized the only thing he could hear was the roar of his own blood poiunding faster and faster through his veins, all he could feel was the trembling elation that completely overwhelmed every last iota of his being, every fibre was in this state of shivering and quivering as these notions went through his head. The careful mask , the shell of discipline that had kept him on a path of chivalrey for the past 8,000 years , the iron will that he erected that allowed him to stay calm, to stay composed. To act without passion, only with calculative intent. A shell that held in check the rage that he had within him, an unquenchable monster that rarely reared it’s ugly head.
Yet now? It reared and it soared, but this wasn’t mere anger. No as the D.E energy blasted and bombarded the base, as blackheart seemed to stay still for a mere second as neoveta danced with his bethren. His chest began to rise and fall, and his body shook as he began to laugh, genuinely laugh in a way that caused people to flee, it was the kind of unhinged laughter that could cause wars to end, the kind of laughter that only came from those who truly and utterly had been broken in such a way that there would be no coming back from it. There would be no fixing it, and as his shark like teeth seemed to gleam his laughter increased with the accompanied blast of energy that rose into the sky, the energy he rarely used given his martial background would scour the very earth causing it to blacken and then caused it to fall away from his uncanny ability to manipulate the environment via zao-ka. This was manipulation that came from 8,000 years of experience utilizing his own element, the ground itself would break away and rise making a jagged jungle that would seem like fangs rising to meet the very heavens themselves.
It would also obscure blackheart from sight, hiding him within it’s own depths while his laughter rose to a crescendo and then abruptly died while he remained within the expanse of rock that seemed to give off an eerie kind of vibe, a vibe that wasn’t anger. It wasn’t really any one emotion but an ancient beings complexity intermingled together, it was the byproduct of something that transcended rage into the level of pure insanity that was arguable at this point. Such a rage that the lines between davana and eternal partner would begin to blur, it wouldn’t be a take over, but it would be that blackheart never had such a strong emotion surge through his body at the one that was currently taking place. An emotion that was so corrupt, so dark, so unhinged that it screwed with the very manner in the seal between eternal partner and davana interacted causing for the energy to spiral upwards into oblivion itself before the davana began to speak in a tone that was still quivering with his insanity.
”"A dragon's Fangs rend, a dragon's breath destroys, a dragons power dominates, a dragons force is absolute. Burn the Warrior Spirit, Dragon Force Activate. "
Now this wouldn’t be a normal awakening as usually took place with his dragon force, instead it was fed by his anger and the unsual overlap between the persona of the davana and the eternal partner, as their energy would merge and become one soaring into the heavens themselves due to this union that was taking place, in it’s wake the force of his demon energy would continue to expand, father and father until the sky itself was tinted in it’s very color, and then? It would all recoil slamming back down into the host for the time being who slowly seemed to grin at the situation, and at neoveta’s words as he emerged from the rocky outcrops.
”..I don’t need you to go to demon world, and i doubt there are many demons that are up for stopping me from doing just what i please. Unless you want to be the one to do it while occupying yourself with the two other vanguard members that seem to have the gal to fight you. The choice is your’s runt. Do as you please with it. “
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Subject Post 7Subject: Re: Divine Punishment [Operation Moon Massacre] Thu Apr 21, 2016 12:18 am
Waves of desolation indeed passed down, attempting to snuff out the life of the Vanguard down below… but it was halted. Halted by a life force, a force of pure savagery which denied this abyss .Death was not imminent for those down below, and while they did indeed grow more sluggish, that chain of life that was being howled out almost incessantly seemed as if it were commanding them not to give in.
Across the battlefield, men were rising, their bodies moving with an impressive fervor as they fought to resist this malicious influence. That howling presence had exploded among the soldiers as the Captain's body had come under its change, and now it wafted over them like a presence, as if his form was drawing all of it in towards himself.
While the princess was having these thoughts, the Captain's right hand smashed directly into the place where her head was currently located. It did not stop there; the blow was followed by a second as his arms began to move furiously, delivering over half a dozen blows in the frame of a second as she seemed to take her good sweet time contemplating him.
Looking straight into her eyes, the Blast energy around his hands flared and blazed, before becoming much more intense than before. Bits of his flesh were dripping off now, but that was all. Small black spots appeared around the skin of his arms, but outside of that… there did not seem to be any major damage done.
He did not respond to her comment that he was weak. She remarked that brute force would not stop her... and the Soldier could not help but reply. "But isn't that all you have?" He asked her directly, his eyes flaring red as he roared, the hand expanding as the Blast energy began to explode, ripping and twisting along that wing of hers as the massive amount of friction ground it to a stop.
When she backed away from him, a massive shiver ripped around his body. The look in her eyes… was absolutely dangerous. One which caused every bit of his body to surge and tingle, like a dog who had just been approached by an individual with malicious intentions for the animal. The presence of magic was sensed, and in that instant he decided...
"ARRRAAAH!" He yelled out his hands wrapping around his body as he instinctively began to emit a huge amount of blast energy. This burst flared outwards from his body in a tremendous explosion.
If Hayden and Blackheart were not aware of what was occurring, they too would be caught in this Blast.
The Moon God's Super Explosive Wave finally came to a rest, the silver having been wiped away from the battlefield as it was generated. Two more weapons were thrown at the Moon Iramasha… who brought both arms downwards, his eyes locked on his target as the dual pistols that were Mun and nuM's converted forms appeared in his hands. Smashing the hands downwards, both pistols slid across one of the weapons, diverting it from his form as his body began to turn to the side.
His eyes widened, however, as one of them dipped towards him, assumedly from some form of manipulation. His teeth grit as it slid against his shoulder, the flesh parting away as it lightly touched into it, creating a large bruise. ...Fake silver. He concluded, before feeling something wet and slick moving down his arm; a line of blood had been drawn, and the cut itself was quite deep. It would take a while to recover from; this forms defenses took quite a bit more to fully reestablish.
There was nothing in this world that he was more used to fighting than fast opponents. Even if the time frame he had to set up his defense was minuscule, the fact of the matter was that projectiles were almost useless against the male. The Gravity around his body pushed them to the side, and the light taps that came from touching his weapons would be all that it normally would have taken to divert them.
Sliding one hand down to the side, he fired back at her from that left gun. Out of that gun barrel fired an explosive round, several layers deep of Blast. From the last conflict that they'd had, the force of impact that this bullet would have would rip and tear through the Death Energy that she coated around her body, before smashing squarely into her right eye, depending upon whether she attempted to dodge it or not. "….!" The Captain's eyes widened… as another disturbing chill ran through his body.
That roar left his body, before his mouth opened wide in a howl.
This howl was one of rage, of sorrow. The very idea of what he was sensing was driving him nearly crazy. Just like before, another large wave of Gravity left his body. But this time… it grabbed and stretched at the base of their current battlefield. The Meat Shields that Neoveta attempted to summon were dragged to the Captain instead.
That low noise left his throat as he looked at the dozens who had been forced to act against their will…
The Captain's gaze changed.
Two massive explosions which enveloped the bodies, completely wiping them away, along with her cruel manipulation of their forms.
Võrgukliendid's mouth let out, before his body shot forwards. As she attempted to laugh at Hayden, she would find a fist lodged firmly in the side of her face. Perhaps more worrisome then this, however, was the sphere being rudely smashed into her chest.
A sphere which would then expand as enough Blast energy to level an iceberg imploded in the size of a small kitchen.
This implosion ripped along Neoveta's entire body, attempting to tear and crush it. The Captain's arms were flaring as both fists crushed forwards, attempting to interrupt even her escape. He did not care for the familiars that were attacking Hayden, he hardly noticed them. The only thing that his gaze could see was this vile wretch who stood in front of him, his body stepping back as his entire weight changed. Pushing his body forwards, he brought his right fist up from down below, aiming at her solar plexus once again. This time, however, his fist was slowly curving… and as it did so, the weight carried within it continued to increase. The acceleration, however… maintained the same rate. Such it was that a fist with as much mass as a building crashed into her solar plexus just as before, likely catching her attention in the process.
If she attempted to use those familiars to stop him, they would find that they simply couldn't get much of a grip on standing in front of him. The pull of Gravity on either side of his body from the weight of his pistols would be too much for the reanimated corpses, dragging them out of the way but leaving the stain alone.
He had not yet stopped. Not in the slightest. With the force of that blow, both arms crashed forwards. However, within these arms was Blast Energy… as well as Gravity. Rip and tear. Rip and tear. Destroy the scum. Unworthy to live. Unworthy to fight. Unworthy. Scum. Destroy. Destroy. Remove. PROTECT! The determination within those arms was undeniable as his torso surged forwards.
Both arms leaned forwards, those claws of Blast reappearing as he leaned into Neoveta's body. Ripping and tearing, the movements within the Captain's body began to emit a force upon the real world. His body moved towards her, dashing and chasing and pursuing. As he continued to move, the amount of Gravity around her body and the sheer amount of weight of his own body would begin to make escape… difficult. It would eventually get to the point where she would feel her entire form being moved and dragged back and forth with the Captain's movements…
And within those movements were claws. Claws that rip and tore at the front of her body, pressing and s mashing her farther and farther into the depths of space. Claws that tore through her DE Force, continually beating it back and pressing it. The Captain did not believe that this cretin had the physical force to even so much as move himself, so he would use this fact to his advantage, pushing and crushing and shoving her, using his own abilities in a way which would not be expected upon first glance.
Finally, after a good ten oscillations of this movement, the Captain's entire body would turn around…
And he floated directly over her. Completely defying conventional physics, his body turned and shifted. Lifting his entire body into the air, it turned to the side before tilting forwards. His entire weight then dramatically increased, his torso throwing itself backwards before his right leg came up from behind.
A rend of Blast released itself from that kick, along with the force of the kick itself. If Neoveta got caught up in it… well, first, the Blast Energy would rip and tear away at those precious defenses she cloaked herself in, before the actual force of the kick would uproot her entire body, likely crushing her insides as it sent her flying away. If she let her carry it all the way, she would be dragged by the Moon's weak gravitational field a good distance away from the base, smashing forcefully into the ground as a new crater was formed.
Failing this, or even succeeding, the Captain would allow for his head to swivel all the way down, before opening his mouth.
As a result of this action, another wave of Blast emerged. This one, however… was intended to be coated with flames. Normally, this is the effect that would have occurred, at least. Many of the Blast attacks which the Captain had been using at this point should have been covered in flames from the force of the friction within them. However, the fact of the matter was that on the moon… there was no oxygen to use as fuel. As a result, there was nothing that the attacks could use as fuel to burn… other then the Death Energy field which surrounded Neoveta herself, if this attack connected.
If it did so, she would begin to see the very field which surrounded her body catching fire from the immense amount of frictional force associated with this attack, along with the force of the attack itself also likely pushing her a good distance away.
Holding up both of his hands, he looked directly into her eyes. The special bullets that these guns emitted, laced with Chaos energy around the impressive shells of Blast, were extremely difficult to stop due to the nature behind their creator. Each one of those bullets shot out for her, attempting to nail into her body in different locations. Each of them moved with a tremendous amount of speed, guided by purple lines of Gravity to help them find their target. One after another, they attempted to dig into that solar plexus of hers again. If she attempted to stop one, then the others would pile on behind it as well, likely overwhelming her with the sheer force that they carried. Once they pierced within, those cores would expand, ripping and attempting to destroy her from the inside. Anything that got in their way they would attempt to pierce through, only expanding once they reached her. Eight bullets total left those guns, and smoke would be left rising from their tips as they fell to the Moon Soldier's sides, those piercing red eyes staring her down.
The Captain, for his part, kept advancing. His eyes were completely on her, locked. It seemed that he had no attention for anything or anyone else. Hayden's plight, Blackheart's transformation; all of those were sideshows. This was the only thing that mattered… and what mattered was defending his home.
To him, this wasn't about the Vanguard.
This was about the innocent lives that this putrid, filthy... bitch was trying to destroy.
And the God of the Moon would see to it that their spirits would be able to rest in peace.
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Subject Post 8Subject: Re: Divine Punishment [Operation Moon Massacre] Sat Apr 23, 2016 7:20 pm
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This battle was already turning into a giant clusterfuck, they were giving it their all back and forth- thankfully his Cero was not for nothing as he could feel the damaging pouring into Neoveta even from here. That bitch deserved to be killed and sent to whatever afterlife she believed it, he was done with this religious bullshit and her GOD DAMNED holy war against them. Iceland wasn’t about religion but about removing their demonic presence, not for what they were but because of how they acquired it. But alas, this was the aftermath of such a dangerous event and he just couldn’t sit idly by, for now he must focus on his survivial.
Neoveta words struck inside of him should he have heard them but he could care less to hear it from that little vile girl, she was just trying to throw his focus off but unbeknownst to her she was only fuelling his rage therefor his raw power. His mind was becoming flooded with the drive and willpower to see her defeated by the end of the day, she would pay for her sins against the world and this was the first step in doing so. But first he met deal with the asteroids so intent on crushing him.
He would expand his arms wide as the floor beneath him began to become swallowed by black energy, the death matter in the air forming a sort of elastic net to try to catch a some of the asteroids to prevent them from hitting Hayden. But that would not be their only function as the asteroids streteched the boundaries of the next, causing Hayden to close his eyes briefly focusing his energy into a outward push- causing the next to launch the large chunks of rocks back at the familiar and in turn Neoveta herself. Once they were within a safe range instead of impacting they would exploded into a series of smaller cluster bombs and debris to dispatch of them and give Neoveta a distraction as both Moonie and Blackheart launched their offensive.
Seeing as by now most of the sector was evacuated or dead he could let loose a bit but he would still try to avoid causing to much collateral damage which is why he turned them into smaller more contained explosions to keep them contained.
But what was truly iteresting was the offensive Moonie was launching at Neoveta practically stealing the show. This was good as the more she had to focus on the berserker the least he would need to get up close and set up small traps for the woman. A interesting manuever but one that could work, as she was already falling into one of his traps.
But before he could set anything up he felt the net he had made dissipate as Moonie let loose a large explosion sending Hayen careening backwards knocking the wind out of him briefly, only to catch himself with his reiatsu as he saw the super explosion let loose from him. Well that was unpleasant, as told by Hayden coughing briefly as he felt that shake his body a bit.
While Moonie performed his actions on her Hayden was slowly but surely using his Hollow and death matter to create a link onto neoveta. How was he doing this you ask? Earlier the explosion from his Cero carried death matter particles into the air which attached and expanded into anything in the explosion touch and while Neoveta wasn’t at ground zero she had caught some of it allowing this transaction to occur. A small crimson dot had formed on her back along with one on Hayden’s own back, this was a energy leech that would take six percent of her power from her and transfer it to Hayden till she noticed it and forcibly removed it- which would prove hard to notice or remove with the raging man after her.
Now what was he to do with the latent energy in the air near her? That was simple. Focusing on the individual molecules now that he was a safe distance away from the action he would activate the primary function of his death matter: Powerful Explosions. In front of Neoveta she would feel the air becoming more dense despite where she moves, this is due to the particles that had latched onto her earlier before feeling the effects of his energy expanding then imploding on themselves to contain the explosion roughly the power of ceros, but multiplied by hundreds of tiny specs.
Every inch of area around Neoveta within a foot radius would feel nuclear heat, a violent reaction gone wrong as it exploded in on itself pushing inward. Now to prevent Moonie from getting injuired this would be accuring once he gain some distance precisely at the time he kicked her tearing through her defenses, he was using that opening to force her explosions to slip past her defenses. But should she still have her defenses up consider this the effort to blow past them and force her to take some damage. Of course all of this was contained within a singular area around her.
But he had a few more tricks up his sleeve, it was time to use one of his more drastic forms to help progress this to a ending. It was something he had acquired from wolf, a side effect of having some connection to him mixed; a type of.. Unwanted gift.
“Dark Oversoul Dragon.”
When these words were uttered, a bolt of lightning shot out from Hayden as his teeth gritted together as he felt a wave of energy he has never felt before. The type of energy that surpassed his Bankai briefly, this form could only be maintained for two posts safely and four if he pushed it- it wouldn’t break him but he had to make each second count. What this form did was essentially eliminate the wait time of launching full powered attacks, it allowed him to tap into Shunko like power at the cost of his very cells. It was true that it was a bit weapon to pull out at this time but he knew that if this drew out into a battle of attrition it may not work in his favor.
Hayden let out a grunt and growl as he briefly lost the ability to speak from the raging power inside of him being brought out so violent, all he could do was force his body to get into a firm stance as he focused his energy into his arm. The lightning surrounding his body began to focus into his arm before compressing it’s self into his fist becoming coated in a black substance along with steam now pouring out of his body, perhaps none of them had ever seen it but this was a move he had used during the Iceland event. Except now, he was going to use it at it’s full potential- the gravity of the situation was only known to him and he feared that he had one chance to send this attack.
As the energy poured into his arm, his blackened arm twitched as it closed into a tight balled fist as his eyes locked with Neoveta form. He should have been to her back due to having originally launched his Cero that way and with Moonie going all over the place he hadn’t changed his general direction yet. So with all that being said he used the secondary ability of Dark Oversoul Dragon, which was to augment his physical power and see beyond unfathomable depths. The step forward and movements that came would only be seen or felt by someone with a mastery over speed and/or focus, if they had been paying attention to Hayde. While he was sure he was a priority in her mind the two before him had took precedence meaning he had a window of chance to attack with all he had. So he took it.
Coming at Neoveta was the male from behind, his movements were on another level as he shot towards in a straight line past all the bullshit. Should anything try to stop him he would simply power through it, taking the damage. However he was not that stupid to take everything full on, like earlier he held a defensive layer of hardened matter over his body to make sure if he was hit by any explosions or power attacks he could still keep his course- his speed and raw strength would allow him to break through most barriers at this point should he encounter any.
‘Now.’ He thought thinking to the Gem Cirno gave him all them months ago, he could feel the power within him making it’s self known as it’s ability ‘Arms of Valor’. This was his ambition realized, if he could end this battle now he could potentially save more lives than lost today. This was for a higher cause than himself, this was for his brothers and sisters lost today to this ‘holy war’ that was brought to them today. So as his arm glowed hot red allowing him some extra power he could only glare at Neoveta as his rage came forth in the most violent way he could think.
Once he appeared behind Neoveta she would barely register or even feel for that matter his presence unless she was utterly focused on him at this point, the raw power that exploded forward from his fist aimed for her heart was enough to decimate someone with Grandmaster durability should it make direct contact able. Her internal body would simply cease to exist should it hit becoming nothing not even ash in the wind as it was destroyed on a molecular level. The reason being to this attack was it was his strongest attack, his most deadly ability to himself and anyone hit with it or in their range.
Once it was release from his fist at point blank range everything within ten meters would feel their internal organs slamming into their bodies, suffering internal damage as both skin and flesh seared itself from the raw power being exerted. This was his gambit, a type of attack that while it would certain practically make his arm unuseable for the next three or four posts he would cause massive damage to Neoveta even if she isn’t struck directly. This type of attack was meant to push Grandmasters into a hole so if she wasn’t on that level she would be feeling the full brunt of this attack and everything else would. Now in the off chance he missed she being the direct target would have little time to move due to just the onslaught that the trio was producing and him having literally come out of nowhere had to play some factor.
Now the after effects of this besides the blinding light exerted would be the very loud snapping of muscles all along Hayden arm and cracking and splittering of bone outside his arm. Even for someone with Master Pain Endurance like Hayden he could barely contain himself as he shunpo’d backwards for all he was worth to gain some distance to see what happened once the smoke cleared. He promptly dropped to a knee as he unreleased the technique that was enabling him to launch this move, severely weakened he wasn’t out of the fight yet but he had retreated a large distance away from the encounter to compose himself.
Now. What was the result? Hayden was on a knee sapped of most his energy with only a small shield to protect him roughly 100 meters away from the conflict with a useless arm that couldn’t knit it’s selve back together. But. He wasn’t out of this yet.
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Subject Post 10Subject: Re: Divine Punishment [Operation Moon Massacre] Thu May 12, 2016 10:03 pm
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Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood.
That word kept repeating in an infinite loop as The Princess of Demon World witnessed the destruction her powers caused. There was a sense of satisfaction had from this wrath having a medium to express itself. Yet, as the bodies dropped, and the base became further gutted out, there was a sinking feeling inside of Neoveta's gut: this was all hollow.
As all of these lives began to become interwoven into The Priestess's road of vengeance, there were seeds of another voice questioning The Princess's motives. The hatred and fury still bled within her soul, but it was leaving her the more it had it's venom spread. And as it dissipated bit by bit, this emptiness within herself only grew to greater heights and the shades of void behind her eyes could only become further deadened as a result of this notion.
Something within The Void did not feel entirely aligned with this plan, but it was far too late to go back on it now. Far, far too late. It was too late in Iceland, and it was certainly too late to go back now. All of the bodies and lives mangled in this rampage could not so easily take back this carnage.
Therefore, as Neoveta's sights set their blackened gaze upon Blackheart, the madness and hurt from his embodiment could only help to further cultivate the atmosphere of rage brewing within this sector. And, while apart of The Priestess's foul essence found a sick pleasure in watching him lose himself to the lunacy filled within the atmosphere of this war, a greater part of The Princess held pity for him. And, when that thought occurred, she seemly ignored the actions the enraged demon performed.
Instead, for a brief few moments, The Priestess seemed to be in great pain as she let out a sinister hiss, unhinged her fangs and let each of her claws prolong to the point of drawing blood and becoming quite grotesque in it's crimson appearance. All the while, the whole of her body became riddled in tribalistic markings which bled shadowy blood. Clinging on to her left eye, the colors of shade seemed to drip away from it and one could begin to see the color of white and scarlet begin to ease back into it.
It was as if there was a transformation taking place within The Princess that indicated a sense of strife within herself. As one could sense that the energies within Neoveta's body were conflicted, contorted and undergoing rapid fluctuation. However, The Void did not want to let go of it's hold so soon. Hence, as she removed her right hand away from her left eye, this demoness of destruction would seek to unleash total hell upon Blackheart.
Ergo, The Void Priestess saw fit to begin throwing around her semi-divine power to enforce her offensive power. Thus, in response to this desire, all around Blackheart would a cyclone of white, black and red energies take shape and seek to vaporize the area around him. Her intent was to have the particles of energy associated with her power drown and submerge the rebellious demon.
Then, from there, it's special ability would activate and this energy sought to crack, break and attack the metaphysical essence of the creature. Breaking down his durability, speed and overall health in order to inflict heavy amounts of damage upon Blackheart. It would feel as if his entire body and essence was being gnawed at by the fangs of Neoveta's prowess.
While the explosion which followed all of this would be enough to level everything within a mile radius as her power was being thrown every which way but right. And given she had such a grand mastery of demonic magic, it would be hard to walk away from this without some form of physical, metaphysical or spiritual injury.
As, overall, she would hope that this attack would force him to power back down to his base form if it had it's full intended effect.
Though, she would soon have bigger worries to concern herself with.
That one word could be used to describe the shift The Void Priestess had as The Moon God started smashing his fist again and again into her face. This savagery would then spread to the whole of her frame and it would almost seem to crack. Each hit caused the skin of Neoveta break and shatter like a broken piece of glass.
Yet, despite this brutal assault, the expression across Neoveta face was one devoid of emotion. This unbalanced force within herself continued to induce further complications and the spirit of The Empty Princess seemed to be in a total disarray at this point. But, despite that fact, the survival instinct of the conflicted creature were still in tact.
Therefore, that wing he so desperately tried to unhinge from The Princess would seek to blaze away his hand instead. For the energy which radiated from that appendage sought to melt The Moon God's fist with a heat searing enough to burn clean through supernatural constructs through it's corrosive element. Granted, from the exchange, the wing would also appear to crack much like the bulk of Neoveta's own body. In fact, parts of it even chipped away and faded into the cosmic ash all around them.
It may have perhaps indicated that something still wasn't quite right with The Void Princess before The Nature Iramasha, but despite how difficult this path before The Empty Priestess was, this fading wrath within herself sought to have The Princess march down this desolate road of death as it was her fate to accept. Henceforth, as Moonie called out to Neoveta, The Void could only call back with this simple response:
The tone was a gruff, raspy and straight to the point. Yet, it would almost instantly change into a softer, serene and different sounding Neoveta as her left eye began to have reddened veins emerge within it's pure white void.
"What I have is...love."
Something was greatly wrong as The Void started to choke on those words. This wasn't right and her left eye started crying crimson tears of regret for what it was witnessing before it's sight. Was this what that child wanted? As grained imagery of that day in the deepest depths of hell poured through the mind of Neoveta, the self she was then seemed to cry out and replay these painful memories.
On that day, she fell to her knees and pleaded for her makers not to abuse their divine powers for such awful things. She yearned for the world to be filled with carnage, devastation and all things wicked and death. It was a childish ambition, yet she was still very much a child and these attachments were not ones which were easily abolished.
And it is this inner child which became awakened and doubted the motives of their current operation. For what Neoveta had turned herself into had been the inverse of those desires and she transformed into this body of hers to become an utter monster. These sensations of taint and corruption were so great that she could begin to sympathize and understand the stance that even her wicked father held for this world.
Yet, despite this protest, the world was constantly moving. And, in an explosive bang, the mind of Neoveta was brought back to reality in a devastating way. The Moon God had unleashed a destructive cluster of energy towards her which appeared to be destroying everything in sight. Earth turned to dust, heat increased to lethal levels and the sounds of decimation were all but overpowering.
In fact, even the body of The Void Princess was beginning to feel the pressure and weight of the blast. The ends of her dress became devoured in flames, the core of her being felt intensive damage seep into it's depths and the cracks across her body became increasingly more visible. This eruptive havoc was potent enough to even destroy half of The Princess's top right wing and caused Neoveta to let out a screech of pain in that moment. These were sensitive parts of her body and it felt akin to having a limb partially ripped out.
Thus, under blood soaked tears, would The Princess then bite down on her lip, let our a hellish cry and destabilize the remaining blast. She was in the core of the storm and it would simply turn to ash as her demonic energy sought to decay and null the attack from causing any further damage to herself. When the light and smoke faded, The Void Princess would then be seen as having most of her clothing tattered, ripped and having the exposed skin of her bare exposed.
Half of The Princess's face had been vaporized clear off like butter. Though, instead of flesh and blood being seen, there was only a dense void witnessed on the right side of her face. And, as it slowly began to reform, a reddened eye of foreign energy formed and it appeared as one side of her face was furious, while the other half seemed to be crying uncontrollably and filled with scorching sadness. It was a sight to see as it was beginning to show that this being was deeply conflicted.
Splotches of black, red and white bruises soon followed across her body showed that the toll of this battle was slowly starting to press down on Neoveta. At the same time these injuries were occurring, the left side of Neoveta's wings became filled with crimson and white light; as the right became entirely filled with absolute shade of black. This further represented the divide within herself as The Priestess clenched her head with that right hand of hers and seemed deeply pained as her face slowly and painfully attempted to reform itself. One half of The Void Princess was ready to continue this operation of devastation and revenge, while the other half just wanted to stop and go back to the beginning.
'I don't understand.....why am I crying? THIS IS WHAT WE WANTED!'
There was a pained wheeze of breath had following The Void having this thought. As this creature clamped on to her heart tightly with her left hand, oil hued blood started to drip uncontrollably from Neoveta's mouth as that body of hers shook involuntarily. Physical, mental and spiritual pain were bleeding all over her essence. With more pained memories flashed over The Empty Princess, the motives of her original cause seemed so -- tainted -- compared to now.
All she had originally wanted to do was to carry out her task that she had been born with. Why was everyone so against that? She was a weapon born to cause mayhem, was she not? So why was it -- things had to be like this? It was because she was born to suffer, was it not?
As more bullets started to fall and fly from The Moon God, the anguished Princess cried out further and swung her right hand outwards towards the projectiles. In this instant, a wave of her despair washed over the atmosphere and it resulted in a tidal wave of DE Force being emitted in a liquidized form. This fluid was black as the night of space itself and it sought to embrace it's cold contents throughout the hellstorm of ammunition being hurled at Neoveta. In this way, it would dissolve the bullets and negate them to prevent it from ever touching Neoveta.
'I....just did not not want to be alone....I did not want to hurt anymore. I never asked for this life.....so why......?'
The tears just wouldn't stop and the face of The Princess became further unhinged. As the right of her face become entirely devoured by darkness and a lone glowing red eye, the left part of it was filled with puffy and bloodied tears as the scarlet pupils of her original self slowly started to fade back into existence.
The Void -- and The Original -- were one in this moment.
'Ah....that's it. That's always been it. I just wanted to protect you from this world. We are monsters of satanic power. Not even our closet allies can ever be trusted. We were designed to rely on our power alone because of that. If you do not let me shield you from their hand....they will devour us.....'
. . .
There would be another blow aimed at the face of Neoveta, but even in all her heartache, the body of The Princess responded and evaded the devastating blow The Moon God attempted to direct at her. Instead, as she levitated above him, those acidic tears would fall down The Iramasha and begin to burn through his defenses further. This was the river of hurt flowing from Neoveta's spirit into his and beginning to further dissolve the health and energy of Moonie; just as much as this pain had corroded the entire sense of self which The Void Priestess once possessed.
And it is why the sphere hurled at Neoveta's chest seemed to hit and make a calamitous blow to the child. She was hurled for roughly two dozen meters before coming to a distressing stop by means of her back slamming against a steel wall. Shade blood spewed forth from her mouth and The Priestess slumped down to her behind and had her hollow embodiment exposed for all of the world to see.
For, with closer inspection, the entire chest of The Void Priestess had been obliterated, yet there was nothing seen within her body but shades of black, white and crimson. And, where her heart should be, there was a cracked and shattered sphere of energy which seemed to be flickering between shades of silver, crimson and shade. Again, further internal conflict griped the embodiment of Neoveta and she could only restore herself ever so slowly as her energy seemed muddied and harder to utilize on herself after taking such a heavy hit.
'Do you feel that coldness overflowing us? This is that terror, that pain and that sadness you sought to numb each of us from. It's all coming un-done. Perhaps....it is too late to this....why do you want us to feel that again? Mother's plan....it will free us from this. Please....follow through on it....'
There was nothing for Moonie to hit against as the earnest hound sought to carry on with his assault. Instead, his entire leg would become devoured by pure demonic and death based energies. The likes of which would serve to destabilize his powers, burn off his leg and inflict further corrosion of Moonie's health in order to put him closer towards the brink of being pushed to his limits. If nothing else, from this up close encounter, The Moon God would take some form of critical injury for being so brazen as to attack her while true essence was exposed to the world.
'Don't...let it end. They don't see as what we are. All they want to do is break us. Mother Mana, Mother Khala, Father Deveta, Belle, Nevermore, Khalaism, Demon World, Earth, The Vanguard; EVERYONE... all they seek to do is us and drain our power. You never trusted anyone in this world...so why stop now? Finish...the job....kill them...before they kill us. .'
. . . .
As The Void Princess's vision then focused back on the world around her, the sensation that gravity was being altered tingled all throughout the child's body. The Void was back in control and there was no way SHE WOULD ALLOW HIM to do any further damage to her while she had dominance. Therefore, The Child appeared to have more Death Energy reek from her body. It came as a form of miasma and it sought to spread for a one hundred meter radius. In this region, the altering effects of Moonie's gravitational pull could be heavily dulled, if not, negated by the corrosive influence of The Priestess's death energy eating away it's effects.
In turn, the acidic fluid from before (the one used to block the bullets) would begin to come back to Neoveta's side and she would seek to further defend herself from the pains of this world with it. As, a sphere of blackened fluid would form around her body and seek to melt any part of Moonie that dared to come into contact with this liquid. All of the slashing attacks which were aimed at her would ultimately be stopped by this eroding force.
Which also meant that by the time The Iramasha attempted to smash his leg in from behind at The Princess, that same leg would undoubtedly be eaten away by this element and his energy would be further lowered as it sought to devour and consume his life force to bring him further on the cusp of tapping out and taxing The Mon God's body. 'This heart....is ripping into two....but I refuse to let them kill us. They won't be the ones....to bring our fate with death.'
These negative emotions...
Those negative thoughts...
This hostile environment.....it all brought forth the power of wrath.
"....that hate flowing through your veins, does it not feel natural? Imagine a world where these reflections our inner most selves are allowed total control of our conscious mind. To shield us from painful delusions, the yang of the universe will seek to set things straight."
. . .
These words would be uttered out following the destruction of her bubble dome following the massive energy assault thrown at The Princess by Moonie Iramasha. As debris, fire and chunks of metallic earth spread for many meters on end, the embodiment of Neoveta merely levitated in it's crater.
If he were to pay attention, the blobs of darkness seen from within the gaping hole of The Princess's chest would begin to spread. It covered the entirety of her right body and there was something utterly foul about this energy as her body began to increasingly shake and tremble under the weight of such thick negativity consuming it. As, that left side still continued to cry such bloodied tears, while the right began to have a crimson smile creep across it's shadowy face.
"...as for myself? I have A LOT of this negative yang to share with the world still. For this is why I fight...."
In that instant, a DENSE cluster of DE Force seemed to acclimate in the right hand of Neoveta as this venomous persona was still not yet done with it's path. Even if this childish sense of self wanted to stop, the negativism within her heart was far too great to stop here. It would not allow her to be exposed to any further pain. Therefore, it unleashed a mile wide and high ball of Death Energy meant to vaporize all of the bullets shot at The Princess. From there, it would meet up with Moonie and seek to implode itself across a five hundred meter radius in order to drown him in it's toxic effects.
It would lower his health, break the bones in his body, melt away durability, cripple his mind with murky thoughts and seek to bring his overall energy down to roughly 2/4 of remaining fuel to fight with. This was a critical attack and it was not something which would be easily overpowered or stopped. If it was going to be halted, it was going to take every last bit of strength he had and more as this cluster of vile intent came from the heart of Neoveta's wickedness. 'I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO BE HURT!'
This phrase would repeat over and over within the mind of The Void until the cries of her original self were all but drowned out. The whole right side of her face would then erupt into a vicious howl of deranged laughter, expending and expanding her energy to new heights. She was thriving, growing and cultivating herself to feed off this pain, destruction and death that was occurring all throughout the moon. Her and mothers plan could not fall prey to some sentimental rubbish.
They had lost their hope long ago and this negative self would not allow that ray of hope to ever touch her soul again. As hope brings delusions of happiness from yin. Yin's happiness is infinite. And that finite nature burns out like a candle and brings with it the crushed desires which pains the soul. Yin is not something to strive for in this universe and should be purged with absolute repudiation. Indeed, the yang of Neoveta's heart would not allow that yin self to see the day of light as it would bring their demise.
It couldn't....to make her goal come true.
So -- she needed to FIGHT!
Therefore, The Void Princess screeched as she surged out of her crater and began to increasingly feed off the negativity surging in the area once more. As, in doing so, she could do nothing but let out another wild cry and laugh at the sight of Hayden's own rage beginning to consume his body. This is precisely what this sense of self wanted; for all of these men, soldiers and souls of the world to lose themselves within the maddening element of their own negativism.
Yes, yes, YES!
It was all glowing, growing and coming to fruition. If she could just hold on a bit further, this dark dream could be realized!
Ergo, to conserve on energy, The Empty Priestess had all of her familiars in the area disappear. Every last one of them needed to go as this was a battle she was going to wage on her own. Most of them could certainly feel the strain on Neoveta's soul at this point as well following this action. A sizable chunk of her health and energy appeared to have left her during the clash with Moonie. Not to mention the fact that her body looked cracked, the tips of her wings broke and the right side of her face still had not reformed; it only lost itself to the abyss and the hole within Neoveta's chest seemed to be accelerating this vile energy.
She was banged up, but not out of commission yet.
"You can feel to, Hayden? Your wrath...it's transforming you into a monster just like myself. You'll fit in fine in a world of absolute yang...."
There was a grim chuckle had from the pained being as she felt ten percent of her energy leave her body. It was no doubt the doing of that man. Through all the commotion of the battle, the internal strife within herself and the injuries she sustained; it was hard for her to pay much attention to that subtle action. However, as soon as energy started exiting The Princess's body, Neoveta promptly erased and eradicated all attachments that the vizard had on her. All of the death matter within herself would be purged by her body cleansing itself with it's DE Force.
All the while, even in spite of this leech inducing further pain and energy lost upon her, Neoveta gained something valuable: an access point. There was apart of herself which lived on within Hayden due to him taking these particles of energy from out of herself and into his own embodiment. Thus, because of that, Neoveta was able to channel into it and replicate her energy within himself.
In other words, by remotely utilizing her powers within Hayden, she would be able to begin to corrode his body from the inside out. If he wanted to consume and eat away at her like everyone else? So be it. In turn, he would pay for seeking to use and abuse her by his own energy being lowered by 1/4 by her parasitic element neutralizing his internal energies.
Furthermore, Hayden would begin to then notice that his own durability would begin to weaken. In turn, his whole body would suffer broken bones, ruptured organs and overall weakness from undoubtedly straining himself during his frenzy burst of power. In fact, the male may even pass out during the brunt of this as Neoveta sought to clench these clusters of DE Force to his heart and begin to tax it in order to make him further fatigued.
If not cleansed, then this infection would continue to spread throughout his body until every ounce of it that produced energy would be clogged and blocked by the contamination of Neoveta's energy.
"If you yearn to taste my essence so much, I'll oblige and make you choke on it, Heathen...."
While The Void Princess yearned to do SO much more to him, she had bigger problems to contend with. As her eyes paid attention to the dense particles beginning to weigh her body down. A form of long-range attack must've been triggered from his previous action and there was no doubt in Neoveta's mind that she needed to act now. Ergo, out of an instinctive reaction, Neoveta created multiple layers of thickened DE Force around herself. It totaled up to ten layers and they would serve to consume, dissolve and absorb the impact of the nuclear blast.
Therefore, while Neoveta was caught up in the eruption, The Princess would only suffer minor injuries from it. Hayden would undoubtedly feel as if she had lost an additional five percent of her energy and that her health had dipped, but when the smoke cleared, this shaking being was still standing and laughing through her tears.
It was as The Void stated -- SHE WAS NOT GOING BE BROKEN THAT EASILY!
With adrenaline pumping through her metaphysical veins, the senses of The Princess were deeply in-tune with the environment around her. So, because of this, Neoveta could track the movements of Hayden. Indeed, he was fast, but he wasn't untraceable. It would take an active effort to keep her focus in check, so the best course of action was to avoid taking a direct hit from whatever he was planning. As the male kept augmenting himself, The Priestess sought to evade getting caught up in his strike by narrowly evading his strike.
Instead, she leaped backwards by five meters and got caught up in the in-direct onslaught. And, in doing so, The Priestess let out a loud yell as her body felt as if it were being compressed against from the inside out. Every pore from the lower half of being bled out a black blood on to the charred earth beneath their foot as she began to shook violently once more.
'....that would not have ended well if we had taken that directly. Do you see what I am trying to protect you against now? These savages....'
. . .
Shade hued blood started to pour out of Neoveta's mouth as soon as she took a moment to catch her breath. More of her health had left The Princess and Hayden had dissolved a fair bit of her energy from that assault. The entirety of the left side of The Demoness's body had cracked, white fluid was beginning to ooze from every pore of her embodiment and she seemed quite unstable at this point.
It was if her whole core was on a fuse and it was getting closer to being triggered and exploding in the process. What that explosion would entail, however, was anyone's guess. For now, she clung to her control and had dozens of bulging veins emerge across the left side of her body to otherwise signify how much of the pain she was repressing in order to prevent her from losing sight of her goal.
Henceforth, with energy still left to burn, Neoveta would seek to target and assault Hayden while he was weakened. As, with her influence still swirling about within the male, she could feel that his body would undoubtedly have been exhausted after that fiasco and gamble. And while she wasn't in the best shape, it was time to seize the moment and pounce down on him before she was unable to.
Ergo, in order to ensure her aim was precise, she would latch on to the particles of energy still within Hayden in order to produce a heat-seeking style of attack upon him. So long as he was still determined to leech on to her energy? The higher the odds of her assault hitting him would be. Therefore, without much regard for anyone else, Neoveta then unleashed a half mile wide eruption of Death Energy towards Hayden in order to accelerate the amount of corrosion on his body.
If he were hit by this destructive wave of power? It could potentially wipe out 10-20% of the remaining energy from Hayden. Along with that, with his potentially weakened defense and durability, the male could foresee more critical injuries that may take him out of the fight. Broken bones, damaged nerves, damage to the heart, brain injury, lowered senses and lost of limb are all very real injuries that could occur.
This is also ignoring the blunt force impact of the attack and the fire, heat and shock waves of the explosion which could undoubtedly bury him in a world of hurt and force the male back into his Shikai form or to give everything he has and more against the female. As the attacks that Neoveta was beginning to deal out now were aimed with the intent of ending this clash. So all parties would be pushed to the utmost limit with the amount of force The Priestess was dishing out.
As, after all, this was her march of wrath and nothing was going to stand in the way of that so long as this sense of inner yang clung to control. She was even willing to kill parts of herself in order to make this vision come true. Since, throughout this entire rampage, that left side of her face was still crying like mad and bleeding crimson tears all over the tattered dress of The Princess. It hurt her on so many levels to do this, but it was far too late to go back.
Thus, with this mantra repeated one last time, the negativity had been set and it was time to put the first real phase of their plan into motion. With all the animosity and chaos brewing around The Vanguard's moon structure, it was undoubtedly the best time to use this situation as a catalyst for her mothers plan. Hence, a great disturbance was felt further away from the moon. This feeling could be akin to having the sensation of someone standing over you and observing you from distance.
Yet, that wouldn't be as important as the sight of millions of particles of crimson light churning about in the cosmic heavens. A core was forming and a spherical object was seen being ejected away from the battlefield and further towards space. It did not seem to have much of an aim towards causing hostile intent towards anyone on the battlefield, but the sense that it was unstable and greatly powerful could be sensed from every ounce of it's being.
From there, Neoveta would position herself to levitate above all the opponents, even if she must take damage in the process. All in the hopes of defending this ominous phenomena occurring the space above them all. As this would be the crux of their plan and that right side of Neoveta's face could only grin with wicked delight as they were close to unleashing their truth upon the world.
'Mother....the crux is almost here.....'
With that silent thought passing through The Void's mind, Neoveta would then motion for all of her opponents to charge and dare them to chase her. "Now....come and get me. You want to break me, right? That's what you desire, right? Then come and end it."