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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Embers Of Dead Ego [Operation Fun Rebels] [Shadow Fall/Royal Demon Mission] [5/6 slots left]    Thu May 31, 2018 8:49 pm




Artist: N/A - Song: Glassy Sky [Full] - Word Count: N/A

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Memories. They came in many different shades. Some red, some blue, some white. Attached to these colors were vivid feelings of love, hope, fear, terror and a desire to find warmth. Indeed, what was once destroyed couldn't simply be erased from existence. No energy which exists in this world is ever truly eradicated. And so, in the heart of another familiar rebellion uprising, a sense of awakening began to beat within the heart of the false demon princess.

In the midst of ember red fire and black smoke, the six blood winged creature made those who had gathered to oppose the Asthavon, Shadow Fall and current Demon Regime seem as if they had seen a ghost. On that day of The Moon Massacre on Earth, this childish image of the princess was torn to sunder as he emerged from that war as a fully figured woman and demon. Yet, what stood in front of them was a piece of the original Princess of Demon World in her natural image.

"....."

None of these notions mattered in the mind of this Replica, however. All it could feel was a sense to deeply cry; but for what reason it could not discern. Was it suppose to be killing these people? Did it need to do these actions? Could it's destiny be to become another killing machine? It wasn't quite sure what it should be doing, so it followed it's demonic impulses to calm those feelings of confusion brewing within it's mind.

Row after row of people was slaughtered as each of this silver-haired creature's blood dripped wings extended for dozens of meters on end to mow down the rows of rebels coming for the blood of this Asthavon. In spite of all this death which was reaped by her hands, nothing beat within her heart. Not an ounce of hate, anger, loathing or hostility. It felt -- robotic. As if she were merely going through the motions.

But -- she persisted. Again, again and again. This figure of a princess once dead proceeded to keep these rebels at a distance with her capacity to slaughter. Of course, the true princess of demon world made her own orders that her replica was here to do her dirty work; this shell still knew that was a lie. That wasn't....the true Neoveta. The public may not be aware, but she knows that's not....her.

...no.

The closet thing to that person.....is the dolls. All of her sisters.....they are the only things which hold the flame of that person. So as one of the rebels hollered a demand to know who this creature was; the child gazed up at the protestor and stated her identity:

"I am Neoveta R2: Servant of The Central Demon Nation and False Princess of The Queen. Please, do not advance any further if you value your own physical safety."




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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: Embers Of Dead Ego [Operation Fun Rebels] [Shadow Fall/Royal Demon Mission] [5/6 slots left]    Fri Jun 01, 2018 11:37 am




Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914

”You know, now that it’s gotten down to the wire you'd think i’d want a little more time.”

The deep baritone rumble of a voice reverberated out against the masses, shaking the earth with the rich tones of power that lay within it. It was the voice of the proud, the voice of the strong; and it cut through the masses like a knife as the very earth seemed to hiss with power. Power which expanded everywhere like an uncontrolled dam, rising further and further, causing the ground and the skies to be altered by it’s majesty. This voice belonged a man whose hair seemed to be of the mismatched variety, the suit that adorned his body barely containing the rippling muscles that lay underneath. With each step, the ground beneath him crackled from the energy that roiled on the very edge of his skin. With every step, the man walked forth towards that line, his hand coming up as he shucked his suit, and he threw away his tie. He discarded the possessions he would never need again, the softest of sighs escaping his lips as he glanced forward at the shell, the servant of the tyrant that ruled over these lands.

--Back in the vanguard, there would be a commotion going on. The desk of the first of the unknown, was vacant. Normally the sight of blackheart with his regal back, and striking figure could be seen there doing paperwork. However today there was merely’ two things upon that time worn desk: his badge, and a letter that had only just dried, written in the brush of a ink and quil. The letter would read the following.

--” To my comrades, the time we have been together was but a blip in the eternity of my existance. However i learned what it was like to have a family. I have fought alongside you, i have shed blood alongside you as we tried our hardest to fix the fractured realm, and restore what rightfully belonged to humanity. In these few years i have been at peace, and i have had the smoldering embers that lay quietly in my heart rage upwards into a passionate flame.

My heart will always be with the cause, and in spirit i will remain with you forever. However as all good things are--they never last forever. My time here, at the vanguard has come to an end, because i can no longer ignore the tyranny that lays within my own backyard. Turbulent times are head, and to those of you, my dearest comrades i urge you. Stand Strong! Be the backbone, be the light that illuminates the darkness of these harrowing times.

Often, when i first came here i wondered “What was the vanguard about” At first i thought it was merely a group that came together to protect. However it is more then that, we are healers, we are warriors, we are fighters, and we are family. I was truly blessed to be able to be a part of this family, and i have finally come to terms with what i must do.

In the future i am sure we will never meet again, and to those who i know, and to those who come after me i wish you the best of luck. The vanguard is strong, we are strong. Change is upon the horizon, my only regret is i will not be there to ford those uncharted streams alongside you. “

Always with you, Blackheart Gremory.


Now, going back to demon world though. Blackheart walked through the masses as he looked forth at the female known as R2. His footsteps sure, and powerful as he came to a stop right in front of the shell of a broken princess, who sat upon a throne of oppression and chaos. His power billowed out as sure as the conviction that lay within his heart. He would not give her eloquent speeches, and he would not give the crowd any eloquent speeches on this day. He would simply raise his fist and point it at the puppet of mana and spoke one word. Yet that word was laced will killing intent that billowed out like the gates of hell descending upon the realm.

It was the killing intent which lay from a being who slaughtered billions, a being who had killed his way out the sub-dimension that he had called home. This was the demon of the east, the gentle man who fought and died for the vanguard had no place in this fire, in this hell and damnation that would take place here today. He discarded the emotions he had built for himself, like shucking a skin while keeping the memories of the vanguard close to his heart.

On this day, he would become the asura once more. On this day he would carve a path of blood through anything that opposed him. Be it the gods themselves, they would be toppled. There was no need to second guess the path of damnation he had set himself on. He had attoned enough, the past was behind him and now it was time to set things right.

”Move.”

It was a day of reckoning, and he was going to brave these storms to the bitter end, for what he truly believed in.





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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: Embers Of Dead Ego [Operation Fun Rebels] [Shadow Fall/Royal Demon Mission] [5/6 slots left]    Sat Jun 02, 2018 3:56 am

Shadow Fall. Earth and mankind's personal boogieman, seemingly spreading despair and nothing but. The very idea of a human serving among its ranks was preposterous to those who had seen the organization's vile vacuum of villainy first hand. Yet, for years one had held a position in Shadow Fall, and a rather important one at that. Mifune Soan, retired member of Shadow Fall's Banshee Force, had no qualms about serving demons and killing humans. There was no loyalty to his own species or world, no connection to either. Decent pay and solid lodging was good enough for Mifune, regardless of what his employers asked for him. With these rewards he had been able to provide for his wife and daughter without issue for over a decade. However, after his daughter left and he grew apart from Katana Broadshield, his spouse, Mifune had retired from his position in Shadow Fall and lived alone in a quaint little house resembling something you might see in a movie about 1950's suburbia, not someone's home in the middle of the Demon World.

More recently, the man who had a reputation as a merciless killer grew restless. Doing nothing but tending to his garden and maintaining his home could hardly be described as filling. Though he'd never say it out loud, Mifune actually missed working for Shadow Fall. At least as a Banshee he had missions and jobs that kept him busy. For these reasons, Mifune uncharacteristically jumped at the chance to answer a call-to-arms from Mana Asthavon herself. Evidently there was some sort of uprising of demons against the supposed "tyranny" of Shadow Fall and its Thrones. The details didn't really concern Mifune all that much. There were people other people wanted dead, so he would gladly oblige. Donning his trademark tan jacket and slipping on sandals, Mifune was almost ready to head out. All he needed now lay gathering dust in his bedroom closet. The non-magical, generic weapons seemingly generic and incredibly out of place in a universe filled with individuals capable of destroying continents. Yet, they were a necessity.

Not one to feel sentimental, Mifune Soan grasped the KEEP OUT tape wrapped around one of the two containers of swords, slung it around his torso, and left his home without knowing if returning was in his future. Living just outside Flow City had quite a few perks, including ease of access to resources like food, but on this day what was most important was proximity to the rebellion forces currently marching on it's city center. As he entered the metallic metropolis, the gritty smell of pervasive smoke and pollution from its many factories filled his nostrils. While a regular human may begin coughing, unable to deal with the fumes and demonic miasma permeating through the area, Mifune ignored it entirely. It had been may centuries since he felt pain from such minor annoyances.

Unlike Stefan Soan, his brother, who would be here looking for a good fight, only the objective was on Mifune's mind: Kill all rebels; Leave none alive. Simple enough orders, shouldn't be too difficult for him regardless of their numbers. Unable to sense the Reiatsu of those around him, he wasn't aware of any entities making grand entrances quite yet. Truthfully, all he could rely on were his human senses which, while far above that of regular people's, could not provide him with the information supernatural individuals could rely on. Yet, his sight would not fail him; it wasn't long until Mifune came across a couple stragglers despite not being close to Flow City's center. These crag-skinned, horned creatures resembled man only in the shallowest of ways. Yet, like humans they could die just the same. Before his presence had been noticed by the small group of rebels, a fact usually resulting from his complete lack of spiritual pressure, Mifune had silently drawn one of his many swords and began his mission. In a split second, the out-of-place man was now in front of the demons, his back to them. As he walked away, all four of their heads split cleanly as they collapsed to the ground. A good start.

Mifune Soan made his way through the steampunk streets of Flow City without a hiccup, silently slaughtering all the looters and rebels and traitors he came across. Bloodying streets was hardly new to the infamous Yojimbo, and today didn't stand out either....yet. Having only dealt with mindless mooks thus far, Mifune didn't allow himself to become complacent. Peaking around the corner of a particularly old building, his crimson gaze scanning the crowd of insurrectionists rioting ahead. Twenty three. Believing their only strength to be numbers, it was what Mifune focused on most while doing threat assessment. Simple. Having long since mastered the ability to build battle plans in the span of seconds, it wasn't long until the retired Banshee once again began his bloodletting in earnest.

Stepping out from the shadows, Mifune quickly gained the attention of the demons closer to their deaths than they knew. "Face judgment." In a flash one of Mifune's blades disappeared from its container, now finding itself lodged in the skull of a particularly mean-looking fiend. Before the blood spurting out could even reach those nearest, the self-proclaimed Kenshin had already murdered a dozen more rebels by decapitation. The strongest of the group lunged for the man, yet to no avail. Instead of succumbing to such a weak attack, Mifune deftly leapt up and slit the beast's skull in two, grabbing his thrown sword in the process. Almost appearing cinematic, Mifune finished the butchering of his foes in the same instant the removed heads touched the ground. Without acknowledging the moment, he merely replaced his swords in their container and continued onward. Having traveled through Flow City many a time, Mifune knew he was near the center. The horrible screams of terrified rebels certainly helped him reach this conclusion.

After a few more minutes of walking, Mifune came across a mass of huddled bodies thousands and thousands of yards wide. A lot more than 23... Despite the incredible difference in numbers, Mifune remained unperturbed. What did stand out was the presence of a man clearly heads and shoulders above those around him facing down a woman equally mighty in stature. Blackheart Gremory, Danava Demon of Vanguard and....Neoveta Asthavon? Despite the reports? Hmph. Realizing reports and public information weren't always verifiable, Mifune ignored the oddity and headed toward the coming clash of titans brewing in the mob's center. Slicing and dicing his way through the veritable army surrounding him, the eldest Soan had no trouble paving a path of bloodied corpses and still-twitching limbs. Despite the massive number of rebels, Mifune's speed and swift killing of those standing in his way meant it did not take long for him to reach Blackheart and Neoveta R2.

The untouched, unstained figure of Mifune Soan stood to the left of the Vanguardian Danava a dozen or so feet away. Having not made it in time to hear either of their introductions, assuming both had made one, Mifune merely made his entirely undetectable presence known by issuing a threat to the righteous man he faced down. "The sentence for treason is death. You are allowed no last words."

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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: Embers Of Dead Ego [Operation Fun Rebels] [Shadow Fall/Royal Demon Mission] [5/6 slots left]    Sat Jun 02, 2018 12:16 pm


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Artist: Teminite - Song: Ascent - Word Count: NA


Alone… Lonely, lonely. All Alone, All Alone. All so lonely~! So very, very lonely!

Thoughts circled ‘round and ‘round in the girl’s head as she lazed about her palace in Chaya Nation. It was the palace of Inami Asthavon, but it was also now hers. Officially betrothed, she took on the Queen’s last name, to be her faithful, to be her love in a world where love is fleeting. It was all so very fleeting and yet, she intended to fill this world with her love, more than enough to restore the balance of love lost. This was her plan, this was her wish and her goal. The girl would bring the world to its knees with her “love”, one person after another, if need be. She would bring peace from love.

That’s why this uprising was such a perfect time to start. It was so perfect and yet she was so alone! She needed more to love than just the Queen! She needed to spread it to anyone and everyone that would accept her “love”. The Queen easily had seen her eagerness, she had easily reasoned that Ceal should go to this rebellion, to observe, to quell, to learn. Being so close to what could only be considered to be one sided slaughter might jar loose something within the girl. She had to try, at least. She also wanted to see the cute, fake daughter of the princess. The daughter of the girl that consensually ruined her life. She wanted to see the girl so bad! She wanted to share her “love” with her, too. But.. perhaps not? Maybe later, maybe…. Later~


”DYNAMIC ENTRY~!”

A voice not like her own rang out, more sultry, deeper than she had expected it to be as a portal just a few dozen meters above ground opened up. The pinkish-purple hue of the glyphs glowing in the sky, a beacon of one’s arrival. A girl never before seen had tumbled out of it, locks of pink flowing in the wind. She landed within the midst of a crowd of the rebellion, having missed her mark. She cursed herself under her breath. She was still not the best at using anything related to demon magic yet.

Ohhh well~! She mused to herself in her head. She quickly able to see the silver lining in her mild slip up. Ceal had wanted to drop right in at the throne, at the seat of the Neoveta that reside there. She wanted to sit on her head and watch her every move. Of course she probably wouldn’t like the head sitting? Maybe she’ll just chill somewhere around her. Maybe, maybe…

Regardless, even as she knelt down upon her landing, a small giggle could be heard from her now surrounded with a good couple of demons. They looked both perplexed and confused. Like they weren’t sure if they should smack the shit out her, or praise her for joining in their cause. The girl was an enigma at best, a wild card. It was not known her alignment. Not yet anyway… She was about to change that.

”Will you all please accept my “love”? The girl asked in an unhinged voice, rising to a fully erect stance. She ran her fingers through her bangs, grabbing at her forehead, a lovely smile etched across her face. It was awkward and lopsided, like it didn’t belong. Like the kind of smile you look at and shit yourself, her emerald gaze showing between her fingers, a tinge of crimson hue showing in the middle of her gaze. Ceal fixated on one demon among the crowd, immobilizing him, leering heavily. ”Shall we begin?”

[Skill Activated: Disaster Field 100%]

Like an ethereal explosion, electric tinged miasma emanated from the girl, permeating the area around her in her essence. It was large enough to well encapsulate the entirety of this crowd with her distortion. Phenomenal, impossible static ate away at each and every one of the demons who resided within this field, feeling their energy rapidly eroding, eaten away from the energies of the twisted thing in the middle.

One by one, those of varying power levels started to crumple, falling. They would be immobilized, unable to move, exhaustion setting in. Their stamina was eroded away, making them unable to stop her, unable to oppose her. Like a princess in her own right, sneering down at her subjects, she stood above them all~

”Oh..? Was my “love” a little too much for you?” She called out, her voice growing more disturbed, more unhinged by the second. Giggling, chuckling, .. cackling. It was the first time Ceal had felt so alive since being “liberated”. It was the first time and yet it felt so wonderful. It was like a climax for the first time. Like that first time breathing in fresh, ocean air. Like standing at the top of Mount Everest and screaming up to the gods of Earth.

It was liberating, indeed, for she had been holding this all in. She was holding all of her love in, as well as her hate, her anxiety, her despair, her everything. She had crammed it into a little, sadistic bottle, never to be opened. Yet now that bottle was broken, just like her. It was smashed and obliterated, just like her. Inami had broken her, yet, ironically, she had to be broken again to be fix. Inami’s larceny made sure of that, and the little demon couldn’t have been happier after it was all said and done. She may have been taken, but she wanted it. She craved it. This is what she wanted all along, unbeknownst to herself at the time.

Flashing back, she looked back at the man who she had fixated on. He was cute… for a demon. He was so cute in fact that.. She had closed the distance between the two of them. He was on his back, unable to move. Perfect for her to straddle. She had to do this, she just had to! The feelings inside her had been welling up for so very long! A pent up frustration that could only be quelled in this moment. She had gotten on her knees, straddling his hips as she rolled forward, proppin herself up with her left hand, her crimson-tinged eyes staring into his own. She was ready for this. She was so… very… ready.

”I’m sorry love, I bear you no ill-will, but I can’t hold back any longer. I gotta do this you see, I have to do this. I just.. I just gotta! Don’t worry, it won’t hurt~ It never, ever does. It might even feel good, y’ just never know”

[Skill used: Disaster Bolt]

Raising her right hand, she pointed out her index finger as crimson flashed more deeply in her eyes. Tendrils snaked up her arm, coiling and surging around her as they gathered at her fingertip. The low whistling of the black-hued lightning could be heard as it started to grow and crescendo. It grew until it was about the size of a golf ball.

With a grin of pure glee, her bangs casting an eerie shadow over her eyes, the girl slowly began to press the bolt into the man’s chest. It was so very slow that he could, in slow motion, see as the spiral bolt was eating away at his flesh and bone, and blood. The properties of the bolt meant he’d feel no pain as his chest was slowly being unmade, returning to the void in nothing but pure essence as his body started to erase. His face expressed one of pure horror as he was powerless to escape his own erasure, and soon, he would be gone.

With a small sigh, one of both lust and another, harder to describe emotion, the bolt then finally rapidly expanded, leaving nothing but blood splatters from the waist up. The man was dead, and the girl had finally gotten her fix. She had gotten the thing she had been craving for months now. The thing she had been craving ever since the Seal of Eris started to take her over. She got to kill someone. She got to kill them and she loved it. It was almost greater than sex.

So, with bodies amassed. The pink-haired devil left the scene, strutting about in her new body. The others had died from their literal entire essence drained away by the girl’s field of disaster as she made her way to the center of all this commotion.

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At last, Ceal found her way to the throne. Blood coated parts of her face, mixing with her hair, staining her coat. She arrived just in time to see a man challenge Neoveta. With a toothy grin, she looked at him. Of course, she knew him already. The girl’s wondrous Queen made sure of that. Her eyes smiled with her lips, a face that would be heart warming if not so… dark, unhinged, crazy. Still, Ceal stood near the throne of Neoveta, only to announce herself too.

She had answered the girl’s summons after all, regardless of what plan lay in place. The best she could do is announce herself for not only the sake of the rebellion, but for the demon princess as well.

”And I am Fate Asthavon, the Queen of Chaya Nation’s Faithful. Won’t you stop your uprising and bask in my “Love” instead? I’ll make sure to give it to all of you personally if you do~ I promise you won’t regret it.”

The girl called out in her new, different voice, sticking out her tongue and winking. Despite how cute or cuddly she may have sounded, there was an explicit undertone to her voice. A soft, careening threat to the crowd, that those who remained in opposition would be erased.


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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: Embers Of Dead Ego [Operation Fun Rebels] [Shadow Fall/Royal Demon Mission] [5/6 slots left]    Sat Jun 02, 2018 2:06 pm


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Ulv was messing about with her powers, The Wind mostly. She wanted to know what she could do with it, and so was just running about trying to figure that out. And then, she entered a strange sort of...tunnel. Either side of her was blocked off, cut away from the rest of the world, and she was just running. And Running, and Running.A stiff breeze heralded her coming, just before she arrived. Unfortunately, with no control or even understanding of what she was doing, the exit point was somewhat abrupt, sending her careening into something, and sent them both toppling to the ground.

Twitching her hands to try and get a grasp to stand up, there was something round and soft under them.
'Well, at least we landed on something nice' Ulv muttered mentally. And then she sniffed. It was a sniffy sniff, that sniffed the fact that this place wasn't on Earth. Everywhere had it's own smell, Seireitei smelled different to Earth, and this place smelled different to the two. The realization that she was somewhere else entirely without any way to get back set her brain into a berserk panic mode. Even the usually calm and collected Hvit was suddenly...
'AAAAAHHHH! WHERE ARE WE?! WE ARE GOING TO DIE! AGAIN!'

Ulv, had a slightly better grasp of herself, and before hysteria sunk it's claws into her, managed to activate her Tulpa. Veins of amber light ran up her arms, and the flame of Resolve blossomed, calming Hvit. And though she did not know it, the power of her Tulpa also flowed into the woman she was touching. Fortunately, the Tulpa managed to calm the edge of worry when she realized she was on top of a woman, and surrounded by a lot of people.
"Hey. Sorry, about that. Where, is this? And umm.....what's going on?" Ulv asked, looking about and really not liking what she saw. Three people, most of them very terrifying. One absolutely terrifying, because the way he just, stood. The very essence of his being was sharp. It did not bode well at all.

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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: Embers Of Dead Ego [Operation Fun Rebels] [Shadow Fall/Royal Demon Mission] [5/6 slots left]    Sun Jun 03, 2018 2:39 am




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The instinct of the corrupted Algos, former Neoveta and all of her replica shells combined with the Demi Network of Shadow Fall gave R2 Neoveta the necessary data to understand that this fellow demon would not cease with his progression. Therefore, the only way to deal with him was to immobilize him, imprison him, seal away his power or outright kill him. Ergo, the circuits of magic started to fire within the mind and body of The False Princess as she exhaled a soft sigh to ease the raddled nerves of her body as these sights of familiar images burned in her head.

"Activate Demi Engine. Engage Level One Restriction Mode."

There was no point in holding back against an opponent like this. In a matter of moments, a burst of powerful demonic energy overwhelmed the area as the six wings around the pale-haired princess radiated like the hellish light of a burning sun. With her connection to Shadow Fall's network of power, she was but another vessel for this current of energy to travel through so that the divine blessings of their demonic magic could flow through her veins and be commanded at her will.

Henceforth, with all of this manpower at the tip of her fingers, The R2 Shell sought to have dozens of ember red chains explode from all of her wings in order to constrict themselves around the body of Blackheart. This attack, if allowed to physically touch the male, could outright melt away skin, bone, and organ due to its dangerously potent source of demonic magic. Furthermore, if Blackheart managed to get hit with any of these chains, it is highly possible that he'd begin to have his durability and energy sealed away. As the intent of this attack was to even the playing field given the gap in raw energized power between the two. Should this feat be pulled off successfully, then every action made by the male could prove to be two times more exhausting than normal so that he burns through his energy at a faster rate than others on the battlefield; while making it easier for her allies to break through his defenses if his durability is lowered.

Which is why when Mifune had entered the battlefield, the blood-eyed Asthavon nearly instantly analyzed him and recognized that he was an ally due to the information stored in Shadow Fall's databases. When she cleared him as a person who could assist her, R2 Neoveta gave telepathic instructions to Mifune on what this mission was when it came to keeping this powerful rebel under their control:

'Mifune, Princess Neoveta wants this one alive if possible. It cannot be helped if we kill him, but The Princess seeks to extract revenge against him. Please assist me and use your abilities to subdue him. I will utilize my magic to weaken him.'

After having addressed her comrade of the situation at hand, the mind of R2 Neoveta moved at blinding speeds as she processed the probability of winning this battle. The odds were split down the middle as far as her projections were concerned. They amassed the home-field advantage, had the needed equipment to enhance them and the knowledge of how this foe fought the original Neoveta. However, this creature was still on par with a Demonic Lord or Overlord and there was only so much she could do alone to sway the odds in their favor.

Thus, when Ceal arrived on the scene with her overindulgence in love, The False Princess saw fit to instantly strike her down with a bolt of crimson lightning. No, this would not give a single ounce of pain to the hybrid, but instead would fuel her with a sense of external power to draw from through The Demi Network. Being that R2 Neoveta acted as one of the controllers for this system, she could override its systems in order to authorize this release of excess demonic energy into the Asthavon.

'You should consider your own safety at this point, Ceal. Even with my enhancements, I can only triple your power and I do not feel that is enough to bridge the gap between you and this opponent. You may act as you wish with this knowledge and power, but I will do what I can to shield you.'

After briefing Ceal with this knowledge, an aura of scarlet emerged around the woman as R2 Neoveta's source of demon magic was ripe, prime and filled with some of the most potent magical prowess from her connection to their source of magic. Ergo, the shield cast around Ceal was at least at a master level of durability given her prowess. While she was no grand master like the original Neoveta or other powerhouses in the Asthavon, The R2 Shells could hold their own with the assistance of The Demi-Network and their raw understanding of demonic magic.

'If you wish for me to do the same, give me the signal and I will assist you as well, Mifune. I do not know if my power is compatible with yours and I do not want to risk that without your approval.'

...

Of course, everything should be going as according to plan. Yet, the sight of unhinged bloodlust in the observations R2 Neoveta made against the sight of Ceal's arrival made something twinge in the spirit of the shell. A burning feeling churned inside the gears of her soul as that Asthavon blood spun wildly. It hollered such foul things from the anger of the demon goddess Khala to become unhinged, to lose control her mind from the Asthavon blood and to indulge in the delight of suffering from the embodiment of Algos as the new controller of Neoveta's current body.



(Note: at this point other characters can feel Algos's *Inverse Neoveta's* power faintly around Neoveta. All of the black text, however, is in Neoveta's head)

'Neoveta, at this rate, you know you won't last like this. You know our kind won't be able to do a thing with these restrictions on your heart, mind and body. It's why your original self died such a painful death and why you've grown weaker in these past two years.'

Despite the sounds of her new master and Princess of Demon World echoing in the mind of this R2 Shell, she was still focused on the battle. In a matter of moments, the replica shell detected an anomaly on the battlefield that was not supposed to be there. As Ulv broke through the fabric of reality in their realm, The Demi-Network swiftly picked up on that abnormal presence and swept in order to conceal her within a blood red and shadow barrier. This was meant to act as a temporary prison to keep the woman trapped in until The R2 Shell could discern why this creature was here.

'Look at that Asthavon over there. You see that? You will be relieved of this endless suffering. Go on, kill that girl in your barrier. You know it will make you feel better and satisfy that blood in you. We are creatures of homicide, lust, and instinct that thrive on a world of pain. Do not forget that.'


With a look at Ulv, R2 Neoveta only had this to say to her despite the voice growing stronger in her head:

"Why are you here? State your reason before you meet your end."

...

'Or keep suffering. Either way, it still feeds my hunger, my dear sweet sister...Algea.'




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Subject Post 7PostSubject: Re: Embers Of Dead Ego [Operation Fun Rebels] [Shadow Fall/Royal Demon Mission] [5/6 slots left]    Mon Jun 04, 2018 1:02 pm




Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914

They did not need to say words. No, they did not need to say anything anymore. As mifune spoke blackheart’s body flew forth, the ground simply eviscerating under his motions. A foot which was like the hardest of steel jerked forward and skimmed through the air as his arcing motion also coincided with the timing of Neoveta’s chains. Avoiding them (By mere millimeters) as he flipped to catch himself on his hands. His entire centrifugal force was mighty, it was like the gale of a storm has ascended to this place. Demon’s where simply whipped up by the gale as all this titanic force, this motion. . this Power came crashing down right against mifune’s arm. The result of this power would be devastating even if he blocked. It was a mighty blow which would physically cause the entirety of this massive city to shake.

It was a flurry in the making as Sparks flew from blackheart’s foot, his entire body using the rebound force to instantly flip backwards. His body a spiral of wind in the air as chains flew past him left and right. Steam rising from his body from the sheer speed of his rotations before he landed upon the ground once more on his feet, the very earth beneath him caving in as the kinetic force redistributed across the ground. It was like a wave, the earth rippling out beneath him before it shattered--unable to take the titanic force that was being leveraged from his legs, that was being exuded from his body.

He exhaled Steam as he looked forward at them. Soon he was but a blur once more as he launched forth. Demons that tried to stop him would simply be vaporized into nothingness as he appeared before neoveta. His stalwart fist like a descending comet as he roared loudly. This was a single bone, a technique made famous by the shinigami’s, however the only difference was the amount of force behind this mighty blow caused ripples in the realm around them. Not from blackhearts immense strength, but from his ungodly amount of energy. The energy he normally held in reserve for training he had began wildly burning it. He was a comet on it’s final bend around the sun, ready to fade away into nothingness.

SO WHY SHOULD HE BE AFRAID?!? Blackhearts’ entire body swelled as the power raged through him. As his fist fully extended this amount of force would transcend the normal parameters of strength because it was focused so precise due to the root of his nature. Normally all of this force would dissipate in the air, dissipate in the ground beneath blackhearts feet, it would dissipate in the soundwaves that raged around them like the center of a thunderstorm. So what happened when all that force decided to vent itself solely on a petite lass like neoveta’s R2 shell? The answer was simple: Complete and Utter Devastation. It would be like the weight of entire mountain ranges had been bottled into the surface of a fist, and then shot off at mach speeds to smash into its target.

If the shell was to take this blow, undoubtedly the amount of force that assailed her would turn her from the false princess of demon world, into a bullet that would go flying through the city at many times the speed of sound. As a testament to the force of that blow, miniature fragments had already chipped themselves off of Blackhearts bones. His entire frame rattled as his lips parted and his laughter billowed forth. Oh how unfettered and free he sounded as his laugh boomed across the heavens, how unrestrained, how dominating was that laugh that blasted its way forth with enough force to cause the very earth itself to tremble.

This was his day of death! This was his day in which the entirety of eternity finally would blink away. However now that he had left his message, now that he had resigned himself to fate, HE HAD NOT A SINGLE REGRET! Instead he would burn brightest at this moment, raging against the tyranny before him. If he was to die, he would die in a spectacular fashion. This thing before him, be if mifune, be it the shell, be it god himself they wouldn’t stop him. He would fight the world, and he would raise it. He would eclipse the sun, and extinguish it. He was the demon of the east, and he was going to cause as much mayhem and destruction as he could and go down in glorious battle!

This. . emotion was conveyed within the smoldering eyes of blackheart. Warriors could easily tell the look in blackhearts eyes showed he didn’t give a damn about what mifune said. It was the look that only those who knew that they would die should have. He was not afraid of death, and he welcomed it. It was like these eyes said ”COME, come and kill me if you dare! “ with that sentiment he already was on the move again, His body a blur as he appeared before mifune once more. Soon his fist would arc forward, shimmering as it became a solid wall as hundreds, if not thousands of punches would be traded in the span of not even a half of a second.

This man, the demon of the east didn’t even care about the state of his own body. He would give his flesh, he would give his bones, he would give everything to striking a trembling blow to this nation. THIS WAS THE START OF IT ALL AFTER ALL!





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Subject Post 8PostSubject: Re: Embers Of Dead Ego [Operation Fun Rebels] [Shadow Fall/Royal Demon Mission] [5/6 slots left]    Thu Jun 07, 2018 3:44 am

It seemed there would be no long speeches about goodness or evil, or challenges yelled with determination and anime protagonist spirit. Both sides of this conflict evidently just wanted to get to the meat of it, proven by their immediate attempts to kill each other. This pleased Mifune quite a lot. As someone who regularly took advantage of his foes' speaking to cut them down, the fact there would be none here was quite nice. No wasting of time at all, a trait he abhorred in others. If this Blackheart was as ready for death as he seemed, Mifune would gladly gift it to him.

Though incredibly fast in his own right, Blackheart's movements would not be enough to take the human warrior by surprise. In the time it took for the Vanguardian to close the gap between them, Mifune had already launched all the swords from their container into the air, drawn the remaining one situated at his left hip, and shifted his stance so the weapon's blade was pointed downward on his right side. This change of position made blocking Blackheart's initial attack a simple task as the man's fist collided with the flat side of steel capable of taking worse than he had mustered so far. The impact of the attack sent a vertical shock wave out, crushing the ground between the two combatants and tearing through the demons still surrounding them. While the attack may have been powerful, Mifune's body had been honed through centuries of harsh combat and stood at the peak of mankind. This one blow would not be enough to rattle the Soan swordsman as his own mighty physical strength and durability came into play.

By shifting his left foot forward and his right back, Mifune was able to immediately respond to his opponent's attack with a counter of his own. The force of shoving forward with his katana would help launch Blackheart back, though it seemed that was already his plan. The following movements from his ally and foe continued to destroy the environment as all this occurred in the span of a few seconds at most. Figuring Neoveta wouldn't be instantly killed by Blackheart's next attack, Mifune took advantage of the man's change of target and seemingly teleported away as no sound or movement would likely be detected from the stalwart swordsman. As his opponent attempted to attack Neoveta with all his might, causing immense environmental destruction in the process, Mifune reappeared about thirty meters on his other side yet again in the middle of the crowd of demons currently attempting to flee from the mayhem caused by so few individuals.

In the blink of an eye, Mifune had launched himself from his previous position, intercepted Blackheart before he even made it to Neoveta, slashed horizontally across the man's lower back, and landed a safe distance away. Despite his power, the Vanguardian's energy would not be able to harm Mifune despite their split-second close proximity. One of the primary benefits of what caused his immunity to aging was an extreme resistance to energy of all kinds, including such destructive blasts from someone as strong as Blackheart. If Mifune's blow hit it's target, a deep wound would open on the demon's back, potentially deep enough to damage his spine. The Soan had no doubt he could cut this individual as his incredible physical power and blades had sliced through objects more durable in the past, and if there was one thing he could count on as a strength, it would be consistency.

It was at about this time the swords Mifune had launched into the air finally reached the ground, a testament to the speed of events which just occurred. These blades, which initially seemed to barely break 20 in numbers now counted above eighty, pierced whatever they touched until finally they all stuck out of the earth in a perfect hundred-meter wide circle around the combatants. Attempting to lift any of the swords would be a task bordering on impossible, as if they were a stranger's Zanpakutos. Yet, for Mifune, the one sitting in front of him required no effort whatsoever as he dislodged it with his left hand. Refusing to respond to Neoveta's telepathy through thought, he instead spoke out loud long enough for the woman to hear even from this distance and with this much chaos. "I'll try to leave him breathing."

Blackheart's reattempt at assaulting Mifune would be met by unwavering, seemingly unconcerned confidence. Though this battle raged on and tore apart everything in the vicinity, it was hardly Mifune Soan's first rodeo with larger-than-life enemies. He thought back to his last battle with his brother, and believed the current combat to be tame in comparison; Not because of a difference in strength between his foes, but because Blackheart had yet to show anything new. Just more punching. Every strike from the demonic warrior was met with a deft parry as Mifune's two blades pushed and pulled like the tides, harmoniously reflecting and redirecting as many times as Blackheart punched. Refusing to stay on the defensive, however, the swordsman struck the underside of the demon's left fist with his own, and horizontally slashed across his midsection with both of his blades. At the same time, Mifune crouched slightly and shifted his weight forward and to his right. This all occurred simultaneously, and would potentially result in both severe damage to Blackheart's abdomen and Mifune moving away from the ferocious combatant.

Continuing along, the Soan then dashed slightly forward and in the opposite direction from before, positioning himself behind his foe and in one fluid motion, sliced across the man's back again, though this time with two blades instead of one. Attempting to turn around and re-attack Mifune would merely result in Blackheart being fully bifurcated at the waist due to the placement of the man's blades. Figuring at the very least his foe would be injured in some way or unable to prevent his movements, Mifune dashed a few meters forward and turned to face the raging demon's direction again. Not many living people knew of this Soan's combat potential, but those who do would understand why it would seem like he could dance around his foe and didn't believe his life was in danger. While Shinigami, Arrancar, and even Demons all had sealed away power or upper limits they had to reach through transformation or releases, none of this applied to Mifune Soan. The Yojimbo was already as powerful as he would get. He would meet Blackheart's unrestrained, ferocious power with indomitable and unflinching technique. Because of this, and due to knowing the unique makeup of his body, he responded out loud to Neoveta's telepathic offer of assistance. "Preserve your energy, it wouldn't work out."

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Subject Post 9PostSubject: Re: Embers Of Dead Ego [Operation Fun Rebels] [Shadow Fall/Royal Demon Mission] [5/6 slots left]    Thu Jun 14, 2018 9:30 pm


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Artist: Teminite - Song: Ascent - Word Count: NA


Activate Demi Engine?

It was interesting to see this clone in action. If you didn’t know better, you could almost imagine that she was a real girl and not the enigmatic shell of a person that she really was. Fate admittedly didn’t know much about her, but at least for now, she was on her side.

When she addressed her, a face of shock showed upon her visage. It.. made sense that she could tell, but the sheer fact that she had access to that kind of information was still shocking to her.

She could feel the girl’s seal of Eris interacting with the seal of this clone, transferring information on the most primal level for the daughters of Eris. She could feel just a tinge of that madness that dwelled inside of her, of the presence of Algos. She did not know the name of the presence, but it even ruffled her a little bit, the presence so crazed, so ravenous, oppressive.

Still, Fate would not let that reach her face, keeping the carefree smirk she’d got since she got here, playing the part of the sultry demon of the second circle that she was. A girl of perfect proportions, a girl of deviant beauty.

When the scarlet bolt struck her, she was confused at first, but when it sunk in what the intentions were. She looked down at her hands as energy overflowed from within her. She felt empowered, feeling the girl’s parameters increase greatly. The clone even gave her a barrier to be able to shield her from something from truly dangerous, though.. The girl did note her warning, the clone’s words did not go without merit. She did smell the powers of those around her and easily realized she was out of her league, at least for this.

Looking at the man known as Blackheart, she hurriedly turned back to the clone... only for a portal to open and a certain girl flew out of it, crashing into the little demon and forcing her off her feet. Twas no surprise that at first she was rather shocked to have such a random event happen, but... it wasn't like this wasn't a weird time, and something about this girl struck her as familiar.

Even down to the grab at the girl's boob. Flitting her eyes from it up to the girl and back again. She gave her a rather sultry gaze, grinning knowingly. She kept this face even though the girl had been injecting her with some manner of unusual energies, intermingling with the maddening chaos she'd got from the Neoveta clone, empowering her with senses of resolve, of boldness. Of comfort and of fervor. She felt emboldened. It was almost love at first sight. She knew that even though this was their first time meeting, she had to keep this girl for her own, somehow.

Still on the ground, the girl's hand having been ripped off as Neoveta forced her off and into some manner of magical barrier, Ceal spoke out.

”Oh~! I’m so very sorry, My lady. This girl here? Well, she’s my servant, of course~ I beckoned her here with a nonconsensual portal, but I’m not…” she paused, brushing a finger across the wolf’s chin, ”...too great at using them, yet~”

It was a lie, of course. But it was to save this poor wolf who fell into the den of devils and demons. There was something about with her.. Something.. That she smelled like... It was reminiscent of someone, they reminded her of something.

”Please, allow me to take her and I will retreat from this immediate battle, allowing you to fight without any contingent thoughts.”

She finally got up and bowed low, giving respect to the clone as she awaited for the wolf to be released from the barrier. Once done, she would take her and back away from the battle that was now currently underway with the two high levels. For a moment, she glanced at the swordsmen, looking up and down, thinking. She wondered what his place is in all this. Was he just here due to summons? He appeared on there side, but, whatever the case, he appeared to be able to take on Blackheart’s attack head on.

For a heavy ability user like Ceal, close quarters was not her game, feeling far more comfortable in the backlines.


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Subject Post 10PostSubject: Re: Embers Of Dead Ego [Operation Fun Rebels] [Shadow Fall/Royal Demon Mission] [5/6 slots left]    Sun Jun 17, 2018 3:12 pm


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This whole world was filled with despair. Everyone here had their own heavy hearts such that they would smash through the ground and fall to the core, where they made manifest. It was all so much that she was quickly overwhelmed, her strong emotional sense picking up on everything quickly and with far too much efficiency. The amber lines on her arms began to glow brighter and brighter as she stayed here, and the woman in front of her was a contributing factor to that. She seemed like Ulv should know her, but maybe she was just trapped behind one of those memory walls Ulv had yet to break down.

And finally, came a voice in her head, drawing Ulv's attention to the woman. There was something around here, something most vicious and cruel. Something that was beyond negative. It made the beast in her head snarl and snap, for while it knew anger as it's only recourse, it was angry for Ulv's goals. Unable to stand it any longer, and totally in opposition of what the girl had said, Ulv burst into flames. Sure, it was hardly subtle and the idea of not drawing attention to themselves was out of the window.

A panick filled her as the flame blossomed, fearing that something had been done to her. But the flame did not burn. It was just, warm. To stand near would fill the person with such a great swell of positive emotions. The darkness would be lit up with the power of a million candles, and the greatest, warmest, happiest moments of the person's life would be pulled to the forefront and relieved. It had a short range at first, but as Ulv fed it more and more of her vigor, more of her drive and her Will, it would expend. The Resolve Force feeding off her energy to fufil her desires, the flame's touch would expand outward.
"I have come...To free you, and all who live, from the shackles of the darkness in mind and deed"

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