Re: Foreign Exchanges[DEATH ALLOWED]

Thu Nov 06, 2014 11:46 am

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IGNITION SEQUENCE

The number of super powered entities began to grow and grow, all Lorin was able to do was lift his head enough to slowly look around at the scene before him. Still not a single person had lifted hand to harm any that was around. For some reason or another, this brought him back to his days as a younger child when he would watch cartoons on the holographic projector. The people in the shows would always carry on with chatter and what not for seemingly no reason except to satisfy the needs of the people that were extremely far to into the show. The drama and intensity from the speeches the people gave in these shows were similar to that of what he was witnessing at this very moment. He could only smirk as the Demon in the sky presented herself and spoke the way she did.

One thing that still seemed to remain was the fatigue that was placed onto Lorin, though for short durations of time he would close his eyes and see the aura's of those that were in front of him. He was able to scale and gauge their power and ability through doing so, but he wasn't sure what it all meant. His skin tingled from time to time and as he closed his eyes and looked at himself he could see a small amount of red forming at the center of his body. He could only guess that the exposure that was made in the past had allowed him to do this, but now with all these high powered entities being around it would be no high surprise to him if he some how came out of this as one of the supernatural humans that his books told him about.

The aura the man carried would drop and Lorin would begin to gain his strength back, but even in doing so all he was able to do was use his arms to slide himself up and away, propping himself up against the building. He'd move the shattered glass with a sweeping motion of his hand, getting small nicks and cuts on his knuckles and the digits of his fingers. He was hardly able to feel anything physically, but he knew this would sting like crazy when he took a shower later, assuming he'd still be able to do so.

The man with the sword would down onto Lorin with an enigmatic gaze that Lorin couldn't quite figure out and off his protection. Lorin would simply raise his thumb up modestly in response with a slight smirk. Remaining speechless for now as he tried to adjust to the small amount of spiritual energy that still lingered in the area, seeping deep into his skin find its way into his blood line.

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Mon Nov 10, 2014 2:01 am

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Foreign Exchanges[DEATH ALLOWED] - Page 2 MatthewHinote

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"I’m back, and I’m ready to bring the Darkness with me..."
Demon Overlord Matthew Hinote
たそがれの保護者の吸血鬼

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Matthew was quietly waiting for a response from the weak Shinigami, still watching the boy with curiosity, as the cigarette continued to burn in his mouth. It'd occasionally light up from the flames inside the nicotine wrapping as he inhaled to release a puff of smoke while his eyes observed and recalled a time when he was like that very boy. Obtuse and weak, but bewildered by the world and its never ending possibilities. If anything, this kid might become extraordinary someday, otherwise, if he doesn't take charge of his own existence, he'll find himself falling apart and becoming nothing in almost no time at all. It was kind of sad really. It was as if the Demon's Matthew knew were watching, just going to sit around and let him kill their oppressed citizens, which just credited against them, and he was also growing bored with the fact there was no real fun to be had here. He was so disappointed that he just ignored every word that came out the Shinigami's mouth as to him, it was useless and his words would have no impact at all. He'd maybe kill one or two people, then be on his way and apply the intel he gathered, which is casually what Matthew has done many times, but it would seem today, his call would be answered in kind, which is something Matthew was hoping for.

Since the very second Matthew entered Ireland, he knew he was in enemy territory, and he wanted to poke the danger and provoke it. He wanted to measure it, gain intelligence, and apply it to see what he can make of it for his future endeavors that are coming closer and closer. It took a while, but it wont take long now for Matthew and Ketsu to rise against the Demon race, and to take them down from the inside and claim control of everything that revolves around the darkness of existence. This was Matthew's playground, and he was going to take everything back in due time, but till then, he wanted to play, and that time was now.

The light of Matthew's Blood Moon which shun down upon the people of Ireland, and highlighting Matthew in a dark red aura had vanished. Instead, a bright light now enveloped the land once again, bringing it's people to remember that the day was still its setting, and that the Night was not indeed natural of this hour. Matthew didn't bother to turn around at all, instead he kept his eyes quiet. It makes sense as not only does the Demon Overlord of Darkness prefer dark to think, but he's not too fond of bright lights. It's a sort of common sense for one who continues to live in darkness and shadows. Grinning, Matthew could sense that his Dark Pulse was cut short by the arrival of the guest, and it made Matthew smirk. Of course, Matthew knew he was being observed and that there were demons within the area, but it seems that Matthew's bait has finally grabbed him a real catch here. It's a good thing Matthew doesn't rely entirely on his Dark Pulse to gather all his intel, but instead can also rely on his shadows and the smell of his targets.

Taking a small inhale through his nose purposely a moment after his last exhale of his cigarette, Matthew attempted to gain the scent of the new arrival to determine if they were of a real caliber or not. Matthew's scent focused on the loose blood of the battlefield or the blood of his targets that would allow him to either track or locate blood of his enemies or use to energize himself. Without loose blood, Matthew can get a general scent of the blood type of his enemies and a general outlook as to who they are in terms of race and type. One thing that was certain about the scent Matthew just inhaled was that the one that appeared behind him was a demon, but something caused Matthew to begin shaking. One would not be able to observe it from the naked eye, but Matthew's right arm was shaking just ever so slightly. If observed, they might be wondering why he's shaking? Was he scared? No, in fact, it was just the opposite because there was a scent that Matthew recognized. It was one he was familiar with due to his time withing Shadow Fall and from there, this scent always stuck with him, and was one he'd never forget.

The scent, of Mana Asthavon.

Matthew's expression was hidden, it was unnoticeable and couldn't be read at all from any point of view as even though it was bright, he had his back to the source of light and hid his face within the darkness of his own shadow. His arm still shaking as he took in the words of the ones that appeared with the Demon in question. They spoke, and said some very important words. Words that Matthew was instantly able to use and put together to get a glimpse into who this demon in question might be. He heard the words "Demon God" and "Demon Queen" in the same sentence as child. This could only mean one thing if Matthew could not only sense the blood of Mana Asthavon, but hear that a child between the God and Queen has been conceived. That Mana has indeed gone off the deep end, and given her full existence to his sworn enemy. Of course Matthew also took the assumption in that maybe he was no longer seen as a threat to the core of Demons and that Mana was underestimating him so much that she'd send a child to deal with him? No, that was thinking too deep into the situations right there. There is no reason for Mana to even be within the Living Realm, or in Ireland for that matter, it would be way too coincidental. The fact her child is here though? Well, one could say Matthew's luck was indeed turning around.

"Heh, looks like I am lucky indeed..."

Matthew whispered to himself as he finally turned to reveal his expression. A grin from ear to ear. Excitement within his eyes and blood coursing through his veins so fast that his body could barely handle it. He was shaking for the opportunity this just became. He stared down the child of Mana with eyes burning with passion at this instant, as now this was what he wanted. His slight moment of annoyance was just overcome, and not even a single ounce of alcohol that was within his blood was affecting him at this point. The pressure of Matthew's presence alone just became overwhelming, as only a few people would be able to notice the passion that Matthew just bolstered within himself. The mortal beings wouldn't feel or sense a thing, but the amount of excitement that Matthew is now exerting should be read by the child of Mana.

Matthew observed the child of Mana, as well as her group of lackeys behind her. It was somewhat weird. Touketsu and Mana each had an aura of black, green, red, and gold. It was a general theme within demons of course to take in black, but Mana was all about that green while Touketsu was Red. Shoot, even Ketsu and Matthew took in reds as well. This girl though was all about that black and red it felt too in that she would be better fitted under a theme of Matthew or Ketsu themselves. She could be seen by Touketsu, but by Mana? Now this was weird and Matthew felt it to be so, but before Matthew could dwell upon that for long, the child of Mana finally began to speak. Listening to her words, it was interesting. Matthew was only gone for a couple years, but he gathered no intel of Mana having a child, let alone it being the child of the God and Queen. Matthew's grin widened as he took in the words of the girl and processed them for but a moment. Now she was a child, so perhaps her history wasn't up to par, or her history might have been corrupted by indoctrination in which to cause her to think her statement was pure, but she is a Demon at her core, and Demons are not "Good". It was time to respond in kind...

"Co-existence? You call this co-existence child? You know nothing of co-existence, as Demons and Humans used to live these lands just fine back in days of old. 400 years ago, before you decided to task these people under a false oppressive freedom, Demons and Humans thrived in these lands just fine, as they didn't bother one another. But then again, I should know better that when a cause of power rises that believes themselves a higher cause, they like to force their beliefs on the weak."

Still grinning, Matthew observed every single one of the lackeys that Neoveta had with her. He was getting excited as this was indeed going to be fun. The child showed no sense of fear surrounding the man, and she wasn't representing blind arrogance like the Shinigami behind him. The Shinigami liked to talk and act big, but of course he was nothing more than trash within this world who will get stepped on if he doesn't learn how to grow properly. Perhaps today will make him realize his place in the world and why he's so small. But this girl was different. She showed no aura of fear, remorse, or concern. Instead she only showed a neutral expression and one that was neither aggressive or defensive. She didn't even threaten Matthew, just stated her belief on current living standards as well as to know why he was there. She was curious, perhaps just as curious as Matthew was about everything that has changed in the world. As a child thirsts for knowledge and development, she was after that with what seemed to Matthew to be nothing more than childish curiosity. It was her right to be curious, and that is perfectly fine to Matthew.

"Ah, so you know me Child! You know I used to be a Demon Overlord, but it seems your data is a bit lacking in current specifics. Let me fill you in child on a couple of points of details to help you comprehend who I am. I am the Traitor Demon, the Demon Overlord of Darkness Matthew Hinote. And I'm here to see what's new in this world after I've recovered my completed body. Now, would you be a dear and have your friends step back? Because I would like to help you realize something child..."

With that, Matthew's eyes began to glow a bright red, as if he was activating something to reveal to not only the people within the streets, but Neoveta herself. The master tactician was already beginning his game, and now that the chess pieces have been set, it was now time to see what moves everyone makes. Within Matthew's mind, it was running a mile a second, collecting data on surroundings, structural integrity of the buildings, the amount of people present as well as the potentials of everyone there. All were marked as pawns, but the child was labeled as a White Bishop within Matthew's head. One with great strategy and potential behind her, able to make things happen from the least expected, but also at the same time, limited due to her age and experience. Matthew was the only black piece on the field, the Black Queen. With Matthew's experience as well as wisdom, he clearly had a good advantage in the overall chess board he built in his mind, but this was not the time to under estimate. Matthew made that mistake once against Touketsu to measure himself, and for all he knew, this child could be a White Queen in sheeps clothing. He will have to observe her well. The rest Matthew could care less about as to him, Pawns were meant to be sacrificed for the greater good of the King. While to Matthew they were fodder, fodder can make an impact if placed just right, so he kept that in mind. There was one piece he had an eye on though, and that was the red headed boy. For some reason, Matthew wanted to talk to him, as he caught a slight whiff of his scent when he tried to identify the child of Neoveta. Hopefully he doesn't die in what's to come.

That's when it was realized that Matthew's Darkness was beginning to change under the feet of everyone present. Everyones shadows were slowly shifting and changing, as if they were moving on their own. Matthew kept his eyes strictly on Neoveta, as he wanted nothing more than to play with the kid. Taking a deep inhale from his cigarette, Matthew grabbed it from his mouth and removed it while exhaling, allowing the smoke to dissipate in the air. Matthew was planning something, and he was enjoying what was to come...

"Tell me your name kid, because I'm going to inform you of your first mistake..."

Pointing in front of Neoveta, where her shadow was currently standing, even it was beginning to shift. The moving Shadows weren't a threat yet, but was a message to everyone there. This was Matthew's Power, the power of the Demon Overlord of Darkness. Their shadows, their very darkness is always within his grasp, and they are not their own. The first mistake of Neoveta, was not removing his Blood Moon, but was in fact bringing back the bright light.

"The brighter the light, the darker the shadows..."

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Wed Nov 12, 2014 1:19 am

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Artist: Abnormal Soundtrack - Song: Flask Keikaku - Word Count: 4041

Bit by bit, the influence of the city was coming to be back under the possession of Shadow Fall. There was a commotion that had shook up the population within this condensed region of the city, indeed, but there was no cause for panic. Through the hands of The Demon Princess, the mess that had presented itself to her would be fixed, patched and tethered back together piece by piece if she so had her way.

It is why when the faint cries of a creature whimpering for help reached The Royal Demon's ears, Neoveta focused instinctively on this broken energy signature. Familiar with the typical patterns of The Quincy races spiritual force, it was none too easy to deduce that the female before The Child's feet belonged to that species. Therefore, her mind sparked to life like a burning fire and raced through its circuits to come up with a remedy to help tend to this persons injuries.

Through The Demoness's influence pouring over into the area and bathing the injured woman in its enchanting embrace; the activation of her healing magic was rather easy to achieve from that factor being present. Therefore, the first symptom that was being treated was the obvious damage to the persons psyche. It was clear to Neoveta that her mind was in despair due to the fact that powerful demons often loved to play mental tricks or attacks on their opponents from her knowledge.

Therefore, with Neoveta's energy particles spreading in and within Ascensia like a torrential downpour, The Princess could utilize her Omi-Healing to create a form of Mental Therapy. By overpowering The Quincy's willpower through her hardened resolution, overflowing that body of hers with the vast depths of The Godlings power and understanding that the damage done was not too irreversible yet; the probability of Ascenia ascending to a relaxed state of mind was more than feasible.

In fact, this Quincy may very well begin to notice that the confidence within herself surging to a high-point with this hand pushing her back to the depths of stability. It is not that the fear itself had been entirely erased, but the repairs done to Ascenia's psyche allowed for them to be acknowledged. With this acknowledgement and sense of control over her emotions, The Quincy could very well act in spite of them and become even stronger over time as this thinking would repeat itself like an eternal cycle to block out the shadow grasp of The Vampire's reach.

Next, with this aura growing more potent in its capacity to heal, the protection of Neoveta's semi-divine energy paved a way for the recovery of the majority of damage done to Ascenia's body. The burning sensation would fade like a candle being put out by a harsh rush of cold wind, exhaustion may very well be replaced with new life and vigor and the sense of prime health should very well come to a peak within the conscious mind of The Quincy.

Having tended to the wounds of the broken spirit before her; a brief, but soft smile came to pass across the once stoic face of Neoveta. It was one that conveyed a sense of acknowledgement to the Quincy before her. In this way the force of The Demon Princess was here to construct a solid ground for Ascensia to stand on and provide assistance in this world of terror and anguish.

"You may very well take my hand, Quincy. I am here to serve and protect you."

Every word that flowed from the mind of The Demoness came in such a soft and gentle tone that conveyed sentiments understanding, serenity and compassion. These notions reached far into the core of Ascenia's mind, and caused the followers Khalaism in the vicinity to put The Quincy under their care. Two Demons emerged from the threshold in black cloaks and stared with haramonus intent from their glowing white eyes.

"If you so desire, we'd liked to invite you to the house of Khalaism. You seem like a hurt, lost and lonely soul. So, as a group, all of us desire for you to find a home, a purpose and a people to call your own. We won't force you into this following, but the door is open if you want to reach an understanding you've never known and a greater sense peace you've yet to experience."

These words came not from the two demonic men that stood next to Ascenia, but from the mental grasp of Neoveta's telepathic wavelink with the world around her. With one final clenching of the Demoness's hand, a sudden explosion of energy conveyed itself into the core of The Quincy's body. It was wild, it was expanding and it would soar to the surface like a rising eagle in order to bolster her strength, if only temporarily, to the likes of a novice Captain.

"So, on your permission, we can mark you if you so desire more of this. But I won't do so until you give me permission to bond you to me and us."

Through this acceptance of Khalaism, the pseudo-mark was made in order for Neoveta to make her point further clear. Even after its effect expire, The Quincy in question may still find her own energy reaching upwards to the point of an unskilled Vice Captain on the dawn of the next morning. That was just her generosity and desire to provide relief from the worlds cold grip in whatever form she could.

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Nonetheless, once the child was done assisting Ascenia, Neoveta's eyes locked on to the sight of The Shinigami's gaze. Reading his smirk as if it was a sure sign of confidence; it was not difficult for her to deduce that this man seemed to hold himself to a very great value. Therefore, she'd give an obligatory nod of the head to feed his ego a bit.

Thus, the sensation of The Demon Princess's grip failed to be removed from Mujin's body, but it reacted to his will and gave a sudden emergence of energy. Instead of tranquility? The will of his heart would turn a flare and his energy would spark to life with new vigor; the likes of which he may have never experianced in the whole of the Shinigami's life. It would be -- a Captain's power. But only allotted for a short time.

"If you wish to make something of yourself, you cannot expect to handle every situation alone. No matter how much you crave power, there will come a point where you'll need to take anothers hand. So experience the warmth of that grasp and, if you desire to prove something, make a statement with that power and find purpose in it. Carve out your will, if you so wish."

Those words were placid, direct and to the point. If the boy still desired to do this on his own, then Neoveta's influence would not buckle to his whim, but she would retract it in order to let him handle this circumstance as he saw fit. It is just a pity, to the likes of The Demoness, that other spirits do not understand such a concept.

To her? The thought of braving this world as a one man show was nothing but folly, delusion and overestimation of one's spirit. Even the likes of Matthew Hinote, The Demon Lord before them, had a partner and friend in Ketsu Iramasha. So what made The Shinigami different? That stance was yet to be fulfilled by his purpose and reason for living other than a grandiose aura of pure ignorance and viciousness surging within his spirit.

"I do not desire to sully your pride, Shinigami, but I'd yearn for you to open your mind to the possibilities that this world has." In that moment, visuals of many powerful entities surged into his minds. War generals with their vice commander in arms as they stomp down the path of battle, the scene of a boxer exercising under the guidance of his coach and spectacles of animals in pack hunting alongside for the betterment of their pack and family were all examples that Neoveta provided into the mind of Mujin for him to examine at his digression.

"If you do not, I foresee a grave demise at the hand of someone not as patient as I." Once that sentence had escaped from the enigma of her mind, the display of a screaming child running against an ogre by itself played. In a flash and in a hurry, the lone hand of the orge crushed the over confident child's head in, and like that, he was dead due to his own ego leading him down the straight path of a swift death. With no one to help him, mind ignorant to the world around him and persona refusing to acknowledge the strength of his opponent; it was no wonder he was slain. That fact is what Neoveta was yearning to convey to Mujin with his actions and character thus far.

"Please, consider that much. Even if you do not entirely accept these sentiments, at least think through what I am saying and do not brush it off so easily. For to do so is the sign of a broken and anemic mind."

With that said, her attention would then shift from Mujin to the boy he seemed rather eager to protect for some reason or another. There was something rather curious about the red haired male, but Neoveta could not place her finger on it in one way or another. However, through her keen sensory skills reaching into the realm of the otherworldly; Neoveta was able to sense that the core of the boy's body was still very much fatigued.

In light of this? The Princess sought to fix this problem. Therefore, since the youth did not push her hand away, the influence of Neoveta would connect with the wealth of power deep within the confines of Za Koa and transfer it into Lorin's embodiment. Through this relocation of strength; Neoveta desired to bolster the power within him from a powerless human to making the jump to the bare minimum of demonic strength. That is to say, the whole of Lorin's body may experience a vast production of new found energy and make his first jump of power. (Potentially making him 4-5)

"I am satisfied that you have not thrown my offer away, human. Please, take more and get yourself to safety. You are welcome to join our home if you wish, but I shan't force you. Use that gift as you may." Once finished delivering those placid words to the depths of Lorin's mind; Neoveta saw fit to have her energy swirl around the injured parts of the male's body and begin mending the cuts made to his body sealed shut.

With that conflict addressed; there was only one thing left: Matthew Hinote.

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Setting her crimson sights on the likes of Matthew; the showing of his manic grim reminded her of the all too common phenomenon of madness. An art which she was more than familiar with under the "loving" hand of her mother and so many of her followers. Yet, even if that wasn't the chase, there was no denying that the male before the child seemed more than earnest, eager and revving to throw himself at her.

It was -- excitement!

The shaking of his body, the smirking of his lips and the sensation of his energy boiling like lava were the key indicators to the Princess that this male was more than passionate about this encounting. A fact that made her rather intrigued as she gave a slight tilt of the head at the man's reaction.

Even if he was not willing to accept the religion of Khalaism, the sight of the male overflowing with such happiness -- caused -- a gentle smile to emerge across Neoveta's face.

'Twas not one of smugness, confidence or anything of the sort, but it was a pleasing sight to see that in some way, her existence was able to provide such an affectionate sign of positive emotion to surge through the demon. Which is, at the end of the day, all Neoveta ever desired to invoke in the spirits of the world around her in this dark and tragic universe.

However, as she tilted her head back to an upright position, the ingestion of Matthew's words made the stoic expression of The Child begin to come back into view ever-so slowly.

"Times change, people change and the world changes. In that era, humans used to kill demons, and demons used to kill humans out of spite. We were monsters to them and the elder demons wished to rule them like sheep for the slaughter."

In Matthew's mind, the scenery of numerous priests, holy figures and rouge villagers alike came forth to the telepathic channel that was established between the two. They leapt into the forest, into the darkness of a demon horde and the forces of "holiness" and "Satanism" clashed over and over until there was nothing left of either side that could be identifiable. Limbs were scattered across tries, blood spewed the earth, fires raised into the heavens and skeletons littered the lands.

"Although we are not perfect, I do believe that the religion posed in Khalaism provides for the unification of souls in an eternal bliss behind the walls of death. No souls are forced to follow it, but the results of this have caused for intriguing results."

From there, the visual scene of an average citizens life within modern-day of Ireland began to play. Some had the choice of living their lives within their own sub-dimension under the guidance of The Demi-Network allotting the creation of their own realm. Others who were not too fond of demons had their option to live within a separate district with those of their lineage. While those still attached in the realm of reality lived in a rather high-state of living.

With Ireland being brought forth to the status of a First-World country through Shadow Fall's resources being pumped into its nation; it was hard to argue that there wasn't prosperity to those who abided by the simple law of not opposing Shadow Fall and obeying The Queen. In exchange for that? They lived like gods! Semi-Immortality was made probable to the common man, strength was given like drugs and wealth spread throughout the lands until the nation was converted in power to the demons way of life.

While one with power akin to Matthew had all the reason to find strife with this arrangement, the average person who was lost, lacking strength and unity had all the purpose to find safety in Khalaism, The Demons and the rebirth of this country into the modern-age.

"More to the point, it is natural for the weak to follow the strong; as if it is for the sun to bring life to the earth. Without that source of strength, the cosmos would surely die a cold, miserable and awful heat death without its power. So to are we that star providing new life to the planet."

Now holding her out to the sky; Neoveta clenched her hand and had the moon fade away from her visual field by covering her hand over it.

"And if that cycle of raw power were to change to fall into the hands of someone else, they'd more than likely usher in a new age to the village, city, province, nation, planet, universe or existence they rule over. It is only natural for the strong to influence the weak in natures law, but that doesn't imply it isn't inherently wrong. After all, the records show how you treat those whom follow your own lead...."

With visuals of Matthew's slaves ending up dead, the hard hand he once led over Underground Karakura and the sense of darkness that oozed from his persona; Neoveta conveyed this notion in his mind: "He had no room to talk of oppressive freedoms in his position."

"i know of you. A brief skim of research provided sufficient results to get an idea of who you are. More complex knowledge lays within me, so I'll be sure to update it with that bit of information you've given me. That aside, I'd like to greet you as well and state that my name is Neoveta Asthvaon. I am the current Demon Princess and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Matthew."

Nodding her head; she'd let him finish what he had to say after that and took not much heed to it. Not because she was above it, nor was it for the reason of blowing it up. Nay, the child already had a fine grasp on the situation with her aura and protection of the field in effect. With her aura flooding against all those who took her hand, and towards the city at large, The Princess was more than equipped to handle the challenge at hand if things got turbulent.

It is why when the shadows around Neoveta, Lorin, Ascenia and other bystanders, apart from Mujin, were beginning to be tampered with -- it stopped. Why was this so? The strength of force that generated from The Demon Princess's being came down like a hard wall and blocked these shades of darkness from being influenced by The Vampire. Her mother could be dubbed The Queen of Darkness, and it was apparent enough through their training that he'd more than likely attempt to tamper with their shadows in some form to render them open and vulnerable to attack through his manipulation of said element.

Therefore, Neoveta extended her resistance against this form of shadow manipulation to others who took her hand. So long as The Demoness's resolve was intact, sufficient energy was in play and her health was in suitable condition; she'd not so easily fall to these darkness. Without even so much as landing a single strike upon her being, there was no reason for them not to be unaffected.

Despite her rather extreme age difference, the child had endured trials, tribulations and battles that most spirits do not see within one hundred demon lifetimes. Standing up against the likes of The Gods, baring through the defiling of her body by the hands of the Divine Shinigami and Satanic Deities, enduring constant battles daily that lead to the thousands in just the short course of three years and bringing her mind back from the depths of insanity after being torn down, broken and rebuilt so many times over to achieve this semblance of unnatural control over herself, her powers and mind. All in the pursuit of this horribly inhumane experiment that was her life.

Thus, her eyes conveyed the simple truth of the matter in a telepathic sensation:

"You'd have to break me worse then them before this wall that protects crumbles."

It did not come across as a threat, an act of defiance or fear nor anything sort of arrogance tethered to ego. No. This was a truth she held in herself after the journey she had endured with the hand of The Captain Commander, The Heart of The Demon God, The Creator of Demonkind and all their followers it took to reach that point. To act inspite of hesitation, that hesitation her timid personality, was going to be the trick here.

Indeed, Neoveta got the message loud and clear. From his history of violence, aggressive persona and eagerness to prove himself -- the likelihood of him leaving with kind words was steadily approaching a negative point. So, despite her unwillingness to raise her hand, The Princess of Demons may very well have to do just that.

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Thus, following that realization, there would be a sudden pulsation in Neoveta's energy. Within and around her, the sensation of a supernova exploding within the vast nothingness of space expanded and exploded in a damning expansion of power throughout the metropolis. This force was wicked, screamed with might and twirled around The Demonic Princess like a cosmic hurricane.

It held scent of Chaotic Queen: Mana, the hand of the almighty Khala and Deveta and the harsh strife of The Dragon Crow Iriko Puzyri. But, most importantly of all, the core of this strength screeched out in a white neon light that arose pass the overlapping layers of red and black that represented her demonic and godling heritage. This white light -- was Neoveta's true will coming to the surface. A bizarre sense of backbone and resolve that had grown in the child, festered like a virus and blossomed into a flower throughout her hardships to reach this point of being able to hold her ground.

"The brighter the light, the darker the shadow....the darker the shadow...the brighter the light. One cannot exist without the other. I understood what I did, but that was not the purpose. If you are the darkness, I am the twilight. Allowing both worlds of light and darkness to fester within me, my reach extends and overflows into both sides of the spectrum to hold what is close to my heart guided and protected. Fueled not by the actions of The Gods, nor the will of Royalty such as my mother, this is my desire. My desire forms this wall of shadows and light, and my will not be torn down without a fight...."

And in that moment?

A DAMNING BLARE OF LIGHT CAME TO BE!

The very fabric of existence inverted, contorted and swapped all of the combatants on the field to an empty version of Ireland. Through her usage of environmental and dimensional manipulation, Neoveta had created her own pocket realm emptied of civilians and gave the space needed to a wide-rage fight between The Two Demon Lords. If the others wished to follow her? She would not stop them. However, with a mental impulse, The Demon Princess would give them all a warning of what was to occur if they insisted on assisting her in this perilous battle between the most ravishness of Demon Fangs.

"In this way, I give you one request to please back away from this and leave...with both of us unharmed."

Nonetheless, there would be nothing handling her back from unleashing a devastating burst of energy that held within it the foundations of the universe. Taking the energies of existence, a blast that turned into a mixture of gold, white and red light took root and aimed to eradicate anything in its path to a cinder. Targeting the physical, metaphysical and anything else in between it and Matthew; the colossal burst of strength was let off with enough destructive power to level this fair city and then some.

Wings extending to the length of ten foot long monsters, a lone red horn sticking out of the right side of her skull and a single pair of fangs coming forth from the left side of her mouth; as Neoveta clenched her hands and reddened claws extended from them -- her demonic blood was awakening from within. As her heart quivered with fear and anxiety, her conscious mind guided her towards the path she thought with all her spirits intent to be good and right.

To protect this nation's peace and the sanctity of those who follow her -- WAS HER CAUSE!

So in this way, the lines in the sand had been drawn and the stance of Neoveta had been made all but clear. No way, not for everything that it took to build this empire, would it be crushed, destroyed and morphed to be the slaves of some vampire.

The sanctity they achieved -- through their immorale methods -- was worth it in Neoveta's mind and she'd fight tooth and nail for that cause.

Thus, as sweat fell like a never-ending rain from the childs pours, and her breathing became faster and labored, the flare within her heart grew more fervent and child awaited to see what the response of her fore would be in the wake of such a damning revelation.

Wed Nov 12, 2014 1:31 pm

Demon gods and a demon princess, Mujin was beginning to feel his stupidity to think he could reach these beings power, No however the being before him who referred to herself as Neoveta would accept his glance and with that he would smile only cause could feel it what he called a calling helping him out the feeling she was presenting prior would fade and Mujin would stand gripping his blade and offering a smile into the sky as his power began to rise to the level of a captain. He would ponder for a bit focusing his ability's and feeling out his energy he would look at the boy and at first glance he knew that the boy also had gained a boost in power however Mujin would use this the feeling of a truly all powerful being, though he could not decide if this power was his own for a short time or simply a gift something that he could utilize to help others, the words coming from the demon princess would be taken in, he did desire power and in a blind rage he sought of the strife he thought would get him closer to his goal. It had gotten him this far however he know knew he was not that close too his goal only on a path doomed to fail he would clench his jaw turning his gaze toward the man known as Matthew before looking back toward the demon girl.

At that moment his mind flooded with the images offered to him and he would watch as he offered a sigh of relief watching the boxer it would remind him of his life before becoming a shinigami something he remembered all to well the desire to become a boxer however life was never as he planned it, that image would fade and become replaced with numerous more and Mujin would simply stand still taking them all in with a facial expression only showcasing that he was at ease, he would jump at the sight of the ogre crushing the child not because he cared though he saw himself in the child running toward impossible goals he would eventually be crushed. No he would not brush these things off so easily he would see his ways as wrong and now would be the time he would change upon the demon princess shifting her attention from Mujin he would offer a nod and smirk if only to show he had taken in what she had offered.

At this moment he would draw his blade in hopes too utilize this power, Exusia, Showcase your power. He was not eager to fight but he was simply in a feeling of awe and with the new rush of power given too him he would fully utilize it seeing as how these beings looked pent on using all their power he would see how far he could reach with this new found power given by the demon. Mujin body would explode with energy upon his weapon changing into shikai and he would sigh outward in relief he had utilized this power too boost his own and that was good enough for him to fully take in what the being had said, through the boost his power was boosted too the level of a captain however in a instant all would feel that boost x3 he would be nearly at a level beyond captain and his energy would begin to influence the area in a white glow containing a black outline. However that was not all his blade would scream on it's own shining a bright light as the shadows near him faded and Matthew would find Mujin 's zanpaktou actually affecting him mentally lowering all his skills by one and making him weaker while flooding him with thought which would cause him to rethink his wanting to fight, one would say how this was possible simple through the power boost given to Mujin his weapon likewise fueled off it and since it was always much stronger than Mujin the blade would hold a energy supply nearing the demon lord Matthew (around high 1 tier if not zero due to captain being around 1 and the blade is two tiers higher in power) at least for the time being and it's latent ability's would affect him having deemed the man as a threat even if Mujin no longer wished to fight though on the contrary he wished to fight however he know knew how foolish it would be stepping in the middle of these two if not only to watch a battle of epic proportions.

Now would be when Mujin felt the exploding energy of the demon princess he would be able to stand with the current boost to his new found power and he would simply watch the showcasing in a bit of awe once again the battle was beginning and through simple glances and judges of peoples power he could see that everyone had been blessed with a bit of power from the princess neoveta however this was her true power and as the bright light emerged Mujin would shield his eye's and they would be gone the demons that is and Mujin would simply stand there for a moment over looking the numerous people in shock from what had just happened. However as Mujin began to walk away he one thing was for certain if he could keep this new found power he would be on a road to becoming as strong as one of those beings.

[Exit]

Wed Nov 12, 2014 4:12 pm

What Ascenia felt coursing through her, she could not herself describe. There was a well of energy flowing through her, an amount so large and so huge, she herself could not comprehend. Her mind, torn and broken, was healing. The broken and fragmented thoughts were coalescing into whole trains of thought, accompanied by her usual emotions and powers of deduction and information gathering. She began to feel her mind bolstered, and fortified by this influx and surge of energy. Her confidence in herself was growing, and her strnegth of will was hardening. There was something else inside her though.. something that had once been happening, that now had completed.

But first, she noticed her body was regenerating quicker, and more completely than normal. The amount of damage done to her by just the sheer weight and force of the two powerful creatures before her, had been enough to crack a few ribs, and dislocate her shoulder on the left side. She thought that a kidney had been bruised. But those were now trivial matters, as her body began to heal. A soothing sensation filled her, and she relaxed a little bit, as her body began to feel more well bolstered and rested than it had felt in a very long time. The feeling to her was amazing.

Then, Ascenia heard a voice, calm, gentle, and soft to her mind. This voice spoke softly, and yet carried weight like no other voice. This was the voice of the one called Neoveta. The words spoken by this voice of the mind, seemed to soothe Ascenia, and relax her fears. Feeling as if she could stand unabashedly and with fortitude, Ascenia stood, and then for some reason, dared to reach out, and the hand of Neoveta. Though the voice had said she could stand and take her hand, Ascenia knew she meant it figuratively. But, for some reason she had done it anyways.

When two demons appeared, besides her from nowhere, at first she was scared. But upon seeing the kindness and gentleness in their eyes, Ascenia decided that they were there to help her. She listened closely to what Neoveta said. An offer to join Khalism. Ascenia didn't know how to respond. Then, a voice, strange yet familiar at the same time, came from her core of being. This voice, was female, and seemed to have roughness yet a round gentleness to it. It sounded like the call of nature, and the crying out of wild beasts, enraptured in the serenity of a gentle rain. The voice sounded like her own in tone and manner, as she would when speaking to her adopted daughter, whom she loved more than anything else in any world. The words it spoke, seemed to resonate inside Ascenia's core being.

"I think we should consider the offer.....Though we have a small pack, and we are strong...sometimes, it is wise for a smaller pack to join a larger, so that we may be protected and in turn protect others."

Ascenia was dumbfounded. She had done it. She had accomplished her goal, though with the pain agony and assistance of Matthew and Neoveta's Power nearly crushing her to death. Her soul had divided into two separate spirits. Just what this spirit was, she had no idea. But it felt like something she had read about once in an old book. A goddess of the wilds and of nature...and demons. A wolf goddess, whom was the protector of the wilds, and of all things of nature. Animals, Plants, Insects, Rivers, Mountains. The Demonic goddess, born from the coupling of the last great wolf goddess, and a demon of great power, whom died defending their child. This new creature, took her mother's place,and became a motherly goddess of demons and nature.

"What are you Exactly?"

Ascenia would ask her, sensing an answer she wasn't going to like coming up.

"i am a Danava demon, born of your own ideals of nature,and your love for my story. The energy of the two great demons before you gave me the energy i needed to come into existence completely. Now, we must have a discussion."

Ascenia, with swift intent answered the question she was going to ask.

"We will not have to fight one another. i wish to share my body with you, under the condition that you help me protect my family."

The Danava inside her chuckled. it was a chuckle of delight.

"Alright. But you must allow me to experience this world as it is now....it has been a few millennium since my death."

Ascenia inside herself chuckled.

"What do i call you?"

"In your tongue, you would call me, Ai. To love."

Ascenia was now filled with a new understanding of herself and this being inside her. They were one, but separate.Whilst she Ai were conversing, her body, or vessel, had changed. Her eyes were set aglow with purple enrgy, and wer enow much like a real wolf's. Her countenance had changed as well. Her body was now covered in fur. Her face had turned to that of a wolf, adn her was now, in completeness, wolfish to the extreme, looking as a wolf standing erect.Around her a new energy flowed, alongside her purple reishi and light green reiatsu. A demonic aura, of wild ferocity, yet gentle kindness and love, enveloped her. This aura, was colored green, and golden, interchanging and weaving. She was still clothed, but now on her shoulders, pads of armro seemed to cover, and on her wrists and legs and feet as well. on her hip, appeared to be a great sword, a jian, and on her back, a fearsome guan dao pole-arm. They seemed real yet spiritual. Ascenia looked herself over, and approved of the new look.

"so this is what it is like when a ziamichi and host share a body...I like it"

Looking over to neoveta, Ascenia examined her face, then spoke.

"i have a family, my lady. A daughter, who is heavy with child, and her mate, a danava, whom is the father of said child....and a friend, most dear to me, a shinigami....If..if you can offer them protection..on my behalf, and home my daughter and son in law somewhere safe in your realm of protection...and not allow my friend..whom goes by neya to not be harmed by demons when she journeys here to find me...i will join you. Please, majesty. i ask you...i beg you...protect what is now my family under your grace. They are all i have left in this twisted world.....and if there is an ulterior use for me in this union of myself and this religion...i only ask you utilize me now, and then release me from your services....i do not wish to be enslaved to any god or demon.....not to be ungrateful......and...please do not enslave my daughter, son in law, and grand child/children."

Her voice wasn't hers alone. now it was the voice of two mothers, protecting their family. the outcry of two loving souls, wanting only the defense of what they held precious. they both agreed, that this was the only way to keep them safe, until their second goal could be accomplished.. She, as a composite, willed and wished this. Then, looking over at the shinigami she could only say what was in her heart.

"Please, shinigami of squad 5...i see your badge..i ask you please, to tell your fifth seat...that i have accomplished our goal...but that i cannot come home and work towards our second goal just yet....that i must move my family here, where it is safe in Europe...tell her im sorry..."

Then, she looked back to neoveta.

please...mi'lady..excuse me...while i watch from a distance...i do not think im strong enough to fight this battle... but i swear to you...that i shall assist you in any way should you need me.......
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IGNITION SEQUENCE

His back rubbed against the building as his jacket began to catch the rigid surface, with each breath he took he began to realize what exactly was going on here. He watched as the Demon placed her figurative hand on each person before him, with the exception of Matthew. She spoke words to those she touched, but Lorin was in no way able to comprehend such things. His mind had become a clean slate, due to all the spiritual pressure that made him clinch parts of his body. A small puddle formed beneath the palm of his hand, red in hue and metallic in smell. He had managed to lose a decent amount of blood from his weakened attempt to remove himself from the situation. In doing so he had managed to cut himself open a few times. His pale face shifted to grasp sight of his hand, to which he lifted and turned to expose the wounds. His lower jaw trembled as he began to feel light headed.

As he did so, his pale face began to grow flush with color once more. His breathing began to stabilize to a less panicked state, and he witnessed his hand began to close up and re-consume the blood that was tainted by the grainy floor. However as it rose, all non-relative materials would find their way back to the ground. His hand would begin to quiver and soon he would be struck by an overwhelming power. One to which he was unsure of how to handle. His body ignited for a short period of time, his eyes coming to a close to which the flame dispersed into thin air.

Once again, the awe of the moment brought his breathing back to a hard task. His eyes were wide with surprise as he looked at himself flipping his hands back and forth. What just happened to him? And just as he thought of that he could hear the voice of the Demon in the sky. She offered him a new home, to go with this new power she bestowed unto him. However, he would be unable to just leave all that he had here on Earth behind to join forces with the woman that stood before him. Not to mention, the other Demon also sought out to learn of Lorin. For one reason or another they all seemed to show some sort of acknowledgement to Lorin. Leaving him unsure as to what to do. However, it was most likely best for him to stand back.

He looked over toward the Demon Lord, Matthew. Nodding at him as he began to pull himself up from the ground he smirked. "My first mistake? I don't know what the hell you're talking about, yo. The name's Lorin, why is it so important to you, Demon." His tone was snarky, laced with some sort of new found glory. He had power now, sure he didn't know how to use it, but it didn't change the fact that he felt changed. In such a situation, one's head is only bound to get larger as well, and it did. His ego had grown and he had some new sense of confidence in himself. He felt abnormal, he didn't feel human anymore. He could feel every movement he made more vividly and could stare at things and have a deeper understanding of them. This was all so new to him, all so surreal.

He gazed back up to the woman who bestowed such powers to him. "Thank you, I won't waste this... this... whatever this is. Thank you..." He bowed slightly to the woman. In return the woman would continue to set her gaze upon Matthew Hinote. To which, he would take a few steps in reverse and continue analyzing his hands. Soon he'd find himself blinded by a desaturated hue of light in it's purest form. As the light would fade he would himself in a separate dimension along side of all of those that were with him before.

He looked around at each and everyone of them and thought about how exactly all of this would conclude and how he would make his way back home. He was uncertain if he'd even live through such a thing.

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"I’m back, and I’m ready to bring the Darkness with me..."
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Oh, what was this now?

Matthew held his cigarette carelessly as he watched Neovetta go ahead and begin to act like some sort of false prophet. She was sure and mighty of herself to go ahead and act like a savior to those who didn't need to be saved. Matthew didn't care much for the useless beings they were surrounded by, but hey, if the child is indeed young, then it's to be assumed she is innocent for some part of her and wanting to help take care of those around her. It's sweet of her to want to do such a thing, as even Matthew himself held a heart like that once. But the demon within him wouldn't allow him, and something told Matthew that someday, this child too will lose that sense of serenity and she too will fall to a path of destruction like her Mother too has. Besides, the apple never falls too far from the tree, no matter how far the fall. One thing that made Matthew smile a bit was how Neoveta added a resistance to the bystanders to the Darkness surrounding them. It was good she added a resistance, instead of trying to separate Matthew from their shadows instead, as to put it simply, ones shadow is not their own. A shadow is nothing more than a gift from reality that shines on the real situations one must face when bathed in light. The light is never pure, and neither is the Darkness, but with the Darkness, expectation can lead to intelligence and improvement where the light is nothing more than a cesspool of ignorance and everyone knows what they say. Ignorance is Bliss.

From Matthew's analysis, he was correct in labeling her a Bishop among the pieces, as even she prefers to take the lighter and healing sides of the mind for her allies, to protect them from Matthew's attacking of the mind. She wanted to quell their fears, but was it a bit of a contradiction to label a demon as a priest? Sort of weird, but hey, the label fits. Thankfully Matthew isn't a true label of a queen piece, otherwise things would get weird. Matthew is labeled a black queen specifically for his functionality being so diverse and that he usually moves 2nd on the battlefield. He is a master strategist that is able to learn of his abilities and their parameters, and then adjust himself and his allies accordingly in which to use the best strategy and come out on top. This is Matthew's peak performance, but was cut short against the Demon God himself, showing that skill isn't the only thing needed in which to win. Power and teamwork will be needed overall. So to accomplish this suicide mission of his, he must keep on his A game.

Finally after Nevoeta decided to care for those around her like some sort of good Samaritan, she finally turned to Matthew in which to begin her response in his questions. Of course she chose to start in response to the label of oppression. This was when Matthew's sadistic grin fell, and turned to one of focus. Placing the cigarette back into his mouth, he inhaled the smoke once again as his eyes began to dart around and observe very carefully the surroundings. From what Neoveta might have done, she might have made allies of the bunch around him, and if so, he would need to plan accordingly. Of course, even when powered up, pawns were still pawns. This isn't checkers, this is chess. He listened carefully to her words about how times change, and this is indeed true. Time does change, but one thing that will never change is instinct. The instinct that lives within ones own DNA will never change for the rest of eternity, and for a Demon, even if they want to play "Good", truth is they will never be good to the other races in real light. Demons aren't entirely evil, just different in how they are, as well as how they are made up. Their energy alone is one that erodes and decays their surroundings, giving off the very essence of death that lingers in their presence.

Of course what made her statement worse was her going on about a religion now. Religions is false, and is as well, ignorance. It allows those who wish to believe and pursue others objectives and agendas for a plastic sense of purpose. Bliss behind walls of death alone sounds like some sort of pyramid scheme since Touketsu himself aids in the flow of souls, hence to protect from death itself sounds like some sort of religion that one crazy bitch Claire Clixx would start up. Gain your favor, then become lambs to the slaughter when the time is needed. And indeed, it is true the weak like to follow the strong for the appearance of protection, but the one thing that the rule applies to is the human race alone. The Humans themselves would not bend their will to another race, as they will remain weak and band together in numbers to overcome their obstacle. The one thing that proves this to Matthew is their appearance of obedience. In time, Humans will rise again for their freedom from this farce of a monarchy. Humans themselves will overcome and fight against forces that attempt to hold them down, as shown in previous wars. All Matthew hears is the potential words of a megalomaniac, but this is the child of Mana we're talking about here. Maybe to return to the subject about the apple not falling far from the tree should come to surface once again?

As Matthew finished observing his surroundings carefully, even looking through the shadows of the setting their in, he came to a conclusion that the only threat he needs to focus on was Neoveta. The weak Shinigami, Quincy, and even human were of no warning to him. As he was going to prepare himself, an interesting subject came to light from Neoveta, and that was on the subject of Matthew himself. Visuals of his former slaves came to, where he saw Chika, Rena, Saeko, Miyuki, and even April. It was interesting because it's true that Matthew ended the lives of his slaves before he disappeared, but it was for good cause. Not only that, but they do not count under the definition of free men. The humans who are not under contract to become one of Matthew's Slave are indeed under an oppressive freedom, where Matthew's slaves KNEW what they were getting into. They knew that they might die, and even Matthew warned them in the past he might be the one to kill them, but that didn't matter to them. They willingly gave up their freedoms to follow in his footsteps of darkness. The reasons why Matthew killed them? He'll never tell, but a smile couldn't help but creep on his face while Neoveta relished in trying to notion that "he had no room to talk of oppressive freedoms". Quietly, Matthew returned a notion, and that notion was nothing more than a simple shake of the head with a sly smile, as if saying "You know nothing about what you're speaking my dear."

Matthew embraced a small moment of silence in which he would take as his moment to retort to the child looking to silence the Demon Overlord, but sadly even her facts were just slightly distorted. It was fine though, as Matthew makes a very definite difference in appearance and reasoning. It was as if there was some sort of propaganda that was to be displayed from Matthew's true intentions, and that was the objective all along when it came to Matthew's 1st generation of slaves. He succeed there, and will continue to play that mind game in his favor as it aids in his dark demeanor. Preparing to respond to Neoveta for a moment, he was cut short as something incredible happened that Neoveta should have never attempted. When Neoveta conveyed that She would have to be broken far worse than the pawns at her feet to attempt to break that wall before it crumbles. When she did so, she made one mistake, and that was giving herself an opening to Matthew's sight. Matthew is everything Darkness, thus he sees that which is even the Darkness within our own hearts. When she conveyed to Matthew that she was a wall, it was an opening in which linked the two for a brisk moment to see into Neoveta's own heart. It wasn't long, but the child who was supposed to be bathed in innocence was actually dipped into Darkness just a bit, and what is worse is who's name happens to be involved. Matthew couldn't believe it at first, and was perhaps questioning the very scent within the child's heart, but he had to be certain. Ahead in the fight the two might have, Matthew had to pursue the name Iriko, the very Captain Commander of the Gotei 13. If there was a tie between this child who was the child of Mana and the very Captain Commander himself, then there is a potential problem ahead, and Matthew would have to warn his ally Ketsu instantly as Ketsu could potentially be in danger of an attack from a lying ally.

CHANGE TRACK

As Matthew tried to focus for that brisk moment of realization, it was cut short when the idiot Shinigami behind him Mujin unsheathed his Zanpaktou in an attempt to banish Matthew's Shadows. Sadly, due to the change in mood Matthew just took in from this discovery, Matthew was in no Mood to play games. The Shinigami might have wanted to play big and think big, but he knows nothing of his opponent, and has only seen but a single card in his deck of tricks. The energy expelled by Mujin wasn't even impressive to Matthew, as he himself has seen bigger and much stronger showcases of power alone. Seeing the Shark Beast from his gargantuan shadow alone, Matthew could feel his presence. One thing that was certain though was the fact that Matthew would be unaffected from Mujin's power. Matthew's willpower, let alone focus and mental deduction greatly overshadowed Mujin's no matter what boost in physical stats he might have attained. As a sort of reality check to Mujin to get him back in place, Matthew summoned one of his guns, Veritas, which was latin for Truth. This gun was one of Matthew's two guns that has been with him since he rose to accept his Demonic Powers. With this gun, Matthew will apply some truth to Mujin by firing a shot directly at his blade. The shot was of a low caliber, so it wont break the blade, but instead bring realization to Mujin that he was messing with the wrong individual. It was to prove that Matthew's aim was still on par as a Master Marksman, and that any sort of attempt to thwart him has instead been in vain. You don't dare attempt to sucker punch someone when they are in an exchange of dialogue with another. Besides, it's rude to interrupt.

Sadly, before Matthew could retort with a snide comment to the belligerent Shinigami, Neoveta made the first move. Turning his attention as this torrent of power circled the Demon Child, Matthew's eyes were focused as they began to glow red. He was attempting to peer into her heart once again while embracing the scent of the Demon Queen, Gotei Captain Commander, and leads of Demon Kind alone. Their scents were indeed familiar with Matthew as he uses his sense of smell more than most others at times. As Neoveta began to speak once again, bringing the subject of light and darkness into the mix, Matthew didn't care. He's heard it all about how brighter and darker, and all that jazz. She spoke about how she was a child of Twilight, but sadly, her research didn't go far enough back. What made this bad for the child Neoveta is that the history of Matthew isn't complete within the Demonic Index and only specific Vampires within Matthew's own faction know of what he was born with.

He was born of True Darkness from his Father, and Pure Light from his Mother. He was a Twilight Child himself, but something happened, and Matthew separated himself and became two beings due to the constant battle of light and darkness within his body, but his Dark Side won the final battle between light and darkness. This wasn't proof that Light was stronger than Darkness, but due to unforeseen circumstances, Dark Matthew came to power, and his crusade began. Matthew knew of course in time he must be complete once again in which to finish his job, and see the death of the Demon God over time, and even though Matthew remains the Demon Overlord of Darkness, one simple thing lies secret with Matthew that no demons knows about, and it is that Matthew is once again complete. Due to this, his resistance to the light is back. He might not wield Light powers like he used to in the past, but the resistance his Mother once had, in which to repel light based abilities has returned to Matthew, making him in a way, his Twilight being once again. Instead, Matthew keeps that secret, and held the demeanor of the Darkness close and tight to keep his appearances for the greater purpose of his overall objectives.

And finally, the blare of light appeared. Now to most, they would be blinded by a force of brightness that extruded from the Demon Child, but Matthew's glowing red eyes stayed focused on the Target, as he gripped his gun Veritas tightly, trying to continue to piece the connection of her and the Captain Commanders scent together. All while it happened though, it pretty much already answered Matthew question as to why the Darkness in Neoveta's heart included the Captain Commander of the Gotei 13. Matthew could smell it in the air, and there is no way that a Demon would hold the scent of an enemy for any reason.

It was to be expected as once again, Matthew labeled her a white chess piece, and white tends to go first. This makes Matthew entirely reactive at first, as he would then need to counter her first move. Her first move appears to be an attempt in which to separate themselves from potentially causing any harm to any collateral in the area by changing location. Only problem with this is Matthew would be a fool in which to allow Neoveta to call terms to the setting, thus Matthew would have to counter with a like solution by bringing his own realm into the fray. As the realms of light and dark merged, a chessboard design appeared at the feet of Neoveta and Matthew as this realm was completely divided in the middle. Behind Neoveta was a realm of all white, while behind Matthew was a world of pure Darkness. This realm was famously known as the Realm of Shadows, a reverse world of reality in which Darkness is the superior shade at glance, as well as Matthew's favorite playground since his powers are practically amplified while within this realm. By doing so, the battlefield is now perfectly 50/50 of white and black, as the chess board below made a setting familiar to Matthew and somewhat comical that it would appear in line with his mind set.

"Heh, tricky little set up we've made here. Of course it would be a chess board of all things. Suppose that puts us in the... Danger Zone..."

Matthew muttered to himself as he couldn't believe the probability of something like that happening, but in happenstance, why not play with it? Now while that all has happened and been dandy, Matthew would love to take this time to rebuttal with additional rude comments as he would begin to pry into the minds of his target, but he was still focused on the new objective brought to light. Of course, while Matthew believes he has put together the pieces of the potential fraternizing fact of Demons and the Gotei Captain Commander, he was pulled out of his train of thought by a very silly proclamation. Neoveta made the request of they leave each other separated and both unharmed. Sadly, this would leave Matthew in a GREAT position, as he has attained a HUGE boost in information from this ploy and crusade of information gather. Matthew never believed he'd stumble across something like this, and now the game was just too unreal. If Matthew was indeed to simply step away, Neoveta wouldn't recognize the risk of what she had just allow, but of course, would she simply allow Matthew to walk away?

Of course not, that was but a scapegoat to perhaps catch him off guard.

Prepared for such a trick by an "Ignorant light" as believed by Matthew, he foresaw the attack at hand, as Neoveta unleashed a blast that was indeed quite potent. The blast held in the intentions in which to eradicate all that was before it, thus Matthew wouldn't even dare attempt to block such an attack. Instead a smile spread from ear to ear as he simply raised his hand, and what appeared as a giant black circle took shape before Matthew, engulfing the blast that was launched at him. The circle was actually a portal of Darkness to send the blast into the Realm of Shadows. Funny thing is, the Realm of Shadows was behind Matthew as he countered Neoveta's attempt to place the setting. Finally with the energy blast out of obstruction, Matthew was able to see Neoveta before him, embracing her Demon Heritage. Wings going from a wide span, to even a horn, fangs, and claws appearing. She has indeed took shape of a real demon. Matthew was about to say something to Neoveta about her finally showing her true colors, but instead Matthew heard an unexpected voice.

Turning his attention to his right so fast he nearly snapped his neck, Matthew saw the red headed Irish boy. Matthew looked completely bewildered at Lorin for a couple of reasons. One of which Matthew hasn't spoken anything at all to anyone in response to stupid statements or actions, and then this guy appears and starts talking as if Matthew directed the question to him. Matthew was so focused on Neoveta and the new objective at hand that he completely didn't realize that he accidentally dragged Lorin into his Realm of Darkness when fighting back at Neoveta. As Matthew was about to speak, he was cut off once again by Neoveta's blast of light flying right back at her, taking its course right between Lorin and Matthew's positions. The portal in which Matthew opened to engulf the blast of white was actually redirected about 400 feet behind Matthew as he was going to speak to Neoveta about how proud he was she show who she really is, and by then her blast would fly back at her so he could see how she would deal with it, but instead he was cut off by this guy making his accidental dynamic entry. He was about to ask why or how he was here, but instead, Matthew took this PRIME given opportunity to strike Neoveta down with nothing more than words.

CHANGE TRACK

"He.. Heheh... HEHAHAHA!!! HOLY CRAP YOU'RE HERE!?!?"

Shouted Matthew in laughter as he couldn't almost handle the coincidence of this happening. This Irish local human, who was a resident to Matthew's own homeland now just saw first hand what Matthew was talking about with Demons, and he was now about to dig it in like no other.

"Oh man, this is rich. Look over there kid, and see exactly what I was talking about. Oppressive Freedom. That right there is a real demon. One with outstanding power and will attempt to speak peace before attempting to blast your GOD DAMN HEAD OFF! Haha, you see this Lassy? This lad here first hand gets to see the Ignorant Light in which you wield. Only question I have for the boy is if he accepted that farce of a gift you had given him. Oh lord' I just can't believe this. This is like a fuckin' Christmas mornin for me, an' I been given all the greatest gifts in the worl'. Give me a moment here to catch me breath, well ye?"

Laughing still, Matthew reached into his pocket, allowing Veritas to disappear for but a moment in which to grab a cigarette and lighter. Lighting the cigarette tucked between his lips, Matthew inhaled deeply, as if to help quell the laughter that was wanting to burst from him. The fact that Lorin, the kid before him not only first hand got to see that Neoveta was indeed a Demon, and that they cannot be trusted, but he would most likely now question all her statements as well as question the "Gifts" she presented to him. He would also take note in that While she offers protection, it is without no cost, as even she offered Matthew and her separate their ways, but instead fire a shot right at him. What made it Christmas in Matthew's mind was not only that, but the key information that led Matthew to believe he might now have dirt on the Gotei Commander from his scent around Neoveta, as well as the Darkness in her heart. This was all too rich, and almost too much for Matthew at this point.

"Holy shit, I need a drink now. Tell 'ye what Lassy, I'll make you the deal now. You can go off to ye' Momma, and cry to her about how you messed up, and I'll be off to drink myself into oblivion for what I've just seen here today. How does that sound Lass?"

Stated Matthew. But of course, Matthew wanted to prove something to the human who was now present here, and it was that you should never trust a Demon, especially ones this powerful. Not giving Neoveta time enough to respond to Matthew's proposal, Matthew summoned his Guns of Icarus. Hundreds and hundreds of guns began to appear behind Matthew, as these weapons consisted of Matthew's special assault rifles, sniper rifles, proton cannons, anti air cannons, anti shield cannons, the little cricket, and more. These were all weapons in which were parts of Veritas and Aquetas, Matthew's specialized pistols. They could all be controlled via telepathically, as well as have enough firepower to destroy an entire city with their specializes strengths. While all this happened, a sly grin from ear to ear appeared on Matthew's face as he stared down Neoveta, and was planning something. Something much bigger than the Guns of Icarus. Of course, this rebuttal to Neoveta wasn't to be special or anything, but simply follow behind her cute blast of white, as to sort of mock her attempt of truce and betrayal...

"Watch kid, as I show you what Demons are, and why I will usurp the Royalty, and bring end to its God..."

And like that, with the simple motion of pulling a trigger, all the guns from Guns of Icarus took aim, and fired away at Neoveta with their combined strengths. Like a giant torrent of bullets and energy blasts, they all took aim at the Demon Princess with the intent of not to kill, but send a message. Matthew could attempt to lash back in response to Neoveta by activating his sins, attacking her with darkness, or many other things. He could even use his race type special ability that targets ones own vitality directly and drains it, but instead Matthew was more about messages and strategy. He could tell he already caused the Princess to tip a little, and he wanted to push her buttons. Hence, he already had 2 back up plans in action. One involved the kid Lorin to his right, but another was one that Neoveta would never have expected from the given circumstances. From the shots fired, the Proton Cannons being the strongest of the brute force, but the sniper rifles having the biggest cause of damage if they hit the right spot, as well as the shield breaking cannons shattering any shields they come in contact with, Matthew planned for Neoveta to enjoy her gift of bullets, sincerely the Demon Overlord of Darkness, Matthew Hinote.

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Thu Feb 05, 2015 10:17 pm

[PLAY 'DAT TRACK IN THE YOUTUBE BAR WHILE READING THIS POST]

Artist: ZTS - Song: Lastendconductor - Word Count: 4337

[Note: I am taking all actions/events in this post within a purely linear timeline. I found going any other sort of way with this post would be too much of a pain in the ass to do. So bare that in mind with this]

The feeling of wonder, amazement and awe soon flowed over into Neoveta's body. Why? Simple: her connection to the Shinigami, Mujin, was strong from him accepting her loving embrace. The increase in power overwhelmed him, bathed him and pushed the male to become stronger, faster and more fearsome than he had ever been at any point in his life up until this point. That was the potency in strength that The Princess of Demon World could bestow upon a person; and it was the kind of blessing that made her happy she could invoke such joy in this bleak and barren universe.

However, The Demoness noticed something peculiar was afoot in that moment. What was occurring in that second? Metaphysical influence! Tons and tons of manipulation, trickery and magic were sparking to life in this ever-expanding battle ground they partook in. Although The Royal Demon's senses told her that the male was going to flee from the scene, it would not be without throwing The Vampiric Bastard a ball or two.

From she could discern of the attack, there appeared to be a mental assault being waged against The Demon Lord via the Shinigami male. Given that Matthew Hinote seemed hellbent on propping himself to be a threat to their kingdom for the time being, The Princess saw no reason not to disallow this attempt; however futile it may or may not have proven itself to be in the grand scheme of things.

If nothing else, Neoveta thrusted her energy upon the offensive strike to Matthew's mind in order to mold it, mend it and enhance it to a level where it would be potent enough to effect him to some degree. Provoking feelings of mental sluggishness, reduction in the efficiency of his deduction skills and overall pain jamming into his mind in order to break his attention, lower his concentration and make his brain clouded and difficult to focus.

In this way, when it came to the mental-aspect of this fight, perhaps The Demonic Princess may see herself gaining an edge up on him by attacking him in such a manner. Since, at the end of the day, The Demonic Princess held an equal amount of willpower, focus and deduction as The Dark Vampiric lord. And, with the added strength of her followers, and excess power, the chance of it having some sort of effect on him were moderate to high. At the very least, it would not be something easily shrugged off when in the hands of this Royal Asthavon.

Regardless, she'd at least ensure that the male would be safely transported out of the area before being affected by Matthew's shadow's. After all, that was her duty with him being nestled under The Princess's care. Therefore, Neoveta consumed Mujin's body within a reddened light to act as a shield against The Vampire's influence. This would prove to be a probable event due to the fact that her energy was already overflowing within the Shinigami and granting him more strength. Henceforth, it was certainly not a stretch of the imagination to assume that the wicked enchanter could compromise a demonic spell in order to transport him away from the area. Which, in the end, would result in the male being safely transported away to an undesignated location under the guise of teleporation.

In the meantime, Neoveta seemed to feast off the elevated and positive emotions that Ascenia underwent upon taking The Demon Princess's hand. The feelings of a mind becoming clear, new strength being forged within a weak body and the peace of a heart once in turmoil were a few of the ways The Royal Demon described this process taking place within the Quincy. And, akin to a miracle taking place, the likes of Neoveta witnessed as her power once again started taking its divine influence on Ascenia. Broken bones were made whole again, broken will of the mind made stronger and energy being replenished were some of the notable feats that The Princess could discern from the new Khalaism follower in her care.

Thus, The Reagle Figure of The Asthavon could only give a smile as her words reached far into Ascenia's body and soul; soothing her, caressing it and putting to ease her worries in a warm overflowing stream of metaphysical love and healing. Which, in the end, was all The Princess ever wanted: love. To spread this affection and devotion to the world and it's people happened to be within her goals. So, along those lines or another, the girl earnestly believed that the path to this idealized place would be paved through Khalaism. It had to be.

Just the sight of total strangers coming into harmony and picking each other up from the ashes of misery were enough to prove to Neoveta, even in this trivial setting, that their cause was right. They gave Ascenia a home, a people, new life and power; what more could a soul ask for? Not much, right?

The fractions of the soul which had kept Ascenia from being whole were even merged back together in this sight. This scene of her transforming, becoming closer to her true self and ascending into the ranks of Ziamichihood even stood as a testament to that. The power of a demon, yet the gentle kindness of a god flowed within the newly formed creature and it brought a soft smile to the Asthavon Child's face.

Alas, though, there still seemed to be a request brewing from this new member of her religious family. It was a plea for protection and guidance from the authority Neoveta held in her position as both the Princess of Demon Kind and the holy, or perhaps, satanic symbol as one of the direct children of The Demon Goddess: Khala Asthavon. An entity whom called herself "Neya" was to be protected due to the bond of kinship Ascenia shared with her daughter.

Having heard that appeal, Neoveta couldn't deny and gave a firm nod of her head to convey this approval. In that instant the child of Mana decided she would indeed embark upon that request to shield and protect her beloved one. However, the child, at least in her mind, did not feel there was any malicious intent in desiring for her to join this religion. Khalaism lead to salvation, happiness and enlightenment. And Neoveta's prime directive was to spread this warmth, happiness and love to the world.

Put two and two together, and the honest intent of The Young Maiden's hearts conveyed and unveiled itself to Ascenia through a telepathic transmission of this sensation. In this way, The Newly Born Ziamichi were to know that The Royal Demon had no use for pawns, slaves or anything of the sort; only wishing to help her as best as she possibly could with what her semi-divine powers were capable of.

'I will grant this request. All I ask is that you trust in me and that you divulge the identity of Neya to us so that I may be aware of whom this creature appears to be. If you feel deceit from these words and intent, then you are free to leave us as you wish.'

Speaking those soothing tones through their private connection of the minds, these telepathic words were transplanted into the mind of both Ascenia and her Ziamichi Partner. Why? The reason was simplistic enough to understand: it was so that they may both understand the point of view in which Neoveta was coming from with her path while not uttering a single word of her stance outloud. As if her words were as understood and natural as air itself.

None the less, once they understood the gravity of the situation, Neoveta saw to it that the energy of her essence that was flowing within them would protect them. Like an exploding volcano it was meant to surge to the top, arise with a bang and develop a high-class demonic barrier forged by her Royal Magic. In this way, she seeked to protect them from the assaults that Matthew was more than certainly going to dish out.

In fact, all of her faithful followers soon found themselves being consumed by similar crimson spheres. One by one, all parties who hadn't the stomach to endure this battle were being thrusted back to the outer layer of Ireland and observing from a safe distance. In the mind of Neoveta? This was a battle that she herself needed to endure and it was time to put her might, faith and power to the test against a threat such as The Demon Overlord of Darkness.

All the while, her heart raced and wondered, that in this heated moment, would the soothing words of Iriko hold up true in the wake of such adversity? That was a question which would be answered today depending on this outcome shaped itself out to be between the two colossal forces of demonic power.

Despite all of this, there was still one more factor to tend to in this whole conflict of powers: Lorin Hardwell. Seemly the last one to be evacuated through this whole disaster, the human also felt the intense pull and draw of Neoveta's divine prowess within him. It sought to unlock the inner-mechanisms of his mind, unleash new power from within his soul and bring him on the gasp of further being enlightened to the whole movement of Khalaism. But, even if he did not partake in their cause, the intent of her heart was to grant him a gift of strength, joy and knowledge so that he may make the correct path for himself.

There was indeed apart of her soul that wanted to save him by converting him to Khalaism, but there was an equal part of her that understood a man needed to make his own decisions no matter what road they took. Thus, these pulsations of the heart unveiled themselves to Lorin in their spiritual wavelength that the two beings shared when The Ember of Karakura partook in The Demon Princess's "life blood".

And, through this bond, she'd accept his thanks; but urged him to seek safety before she would be rendered to focus on Matthew in order to adequately shield him. From this urgency, he'd then find himself submerged within a protective barrier compromised from Neoveta's energy. In that way, he'd be propelled and flung out of the dome of combat that both The Princess and The Vampiric Overlord were about to engage in. Therefore, without having much distractions in her way, The Royal Demon could focus her sights on dealing with the obstacle of the fellow Demon Lord in her path.

The next round of this bout was going to be an intense one, to say the least. However, the child was ready to endure the pain that would surely come of walking this journey .

Paying close attention to the movements of The Demon Lord, Neoveta decided to act out of a concern for the well-being of Mujin. Thus, her energized dome around the child acted as a dense armor in order to deflect the lower powered bullet away. The feasibility of this outcome occurring was quite large due to the fact that Neoveta directed such heavy masses of energy to those under her influence. Ergo, with the shield being comparable to a master, or dare even, an Arrancar's grand master hierro? There was little chance that this was buckling down anytime soon.

Granted, the message still hit Mujin loud and clear. Why? The projectile held within it a heavy impact and it's rippling force was felt within the sphere. Enough to where, if The Shinigami had any modicum of sense, he'd realize that the blast fired off from Matthew would have indeed skewed him across the land if The Princess were not protecting him in that instant. The blade of his Zanpakutō may have very well broken and he'd be in quite the predicament. Therefore, it was a sign to further count his blessing and leave this situation to the professionals.

None the less, Neoveta's ever-shifting attention soon horned in and focused on the piercing gaze of Matthew's crimson eyes. Picking up on this sharp pulsation generating from the Shadow Demon, there was no doubt in The Princess's mind that the male before her was attempting to size her up and search for any abnormalities or weaknesses in this lull of theirs. Therefore, in return, The Royal Demon utilized her own Health Sense in order to scope out the wicked energies within the Demon Lord.

As apart of her Omi-Healing, the particles of energy in the environment that were ripe with The Princess's influenced soon shifted and hardened their fixation upon The Vampire's body. Scanning, analyzing and making use of her upper-class perception skills; the results came back within lightning speed -- and it left the child stunned.

Why was Neoveta taken back? This was because the male appeared to have latent properties of the element of "light" engulfing his body. Ones that seemed to be becoming more active as her twilight affinity stated to arise. So that posed the question: where did he attain such a power from? Scanning over the demonic index once more, a closer inspection brought forth the tales of Light Matthew, Neutral Matthew and Dark Matthew; unveiling to her that this man was once not always what he seemed. For, at one time or another, each of these shifts within himself had control until each element lost itself.

To that end? Neoveta felt somewhat saddened. Although good and evil were such black and white terms, it was a saddening thing to see the light in his soul stiffened, killed and put to rest by such a force. Perhaps, if there was a better balance in his soul, the male may have been a different person. But, there wasn't much time to worry about such sentiments, they were still in the depths of combat.

Observing the Shadow Realm being materialized within the dimensional space she created, Neoveta's constant deduction skills started to come into play. Although The Demon Lord seemed to be able to summon this space within their sub-world, it did not come without cost. What was the cost? Knowledge. The Demi-Network, let alone Neoveta's own mind, were both capable of otherworldly deciphering speeds.

So, with this dark space materialized within their battlefield, The Demon Princess's enhanced mind started discerning the properties of its element in order to better formulate defenses later down the line. If knowing was half the battle, the next half of this brawl was going to have to come from her prowess.

Thus, through her slowed perception of time and general awareness, The Demoness did detect an abnormal gateway being produced ahead of time. Why was this so? The answer to that lays in the general nature of Matthew's Darkness. After overviewing the usage of his Shadow Manipulation from his performance in Ireland, Neoveta surmised from the way the particles attached to influence reacted that it was akin to Matter Alteration, but with the shadow's as a medium.

And what was the perfect counter to deal with Matter Control? Nullification. Therefore, with the abundant supplies of energy being produced, Neoveta tapped into her Demi-Engine and put her mastery of magical prowess to good usage. By influencing the atoms that compromised her energy burst, Neoveta created a field around her energized blast that served as an erasure zone. This subtractive magic acted as a means to ignore and bypass the shadow portal and head straight for Matthew.

If his shadows attempted to meddle with that? Wave after wave of this matter subtracting matter would stand in its way. If there happened to be an obstacle in the way? The blast would divide themselves into twelve even parts and remerge through dimensional teleporation influenced by Neoveta's magic until at least one of them hit The Hinote. And to ensure that none of her allies were hurt in the wake of this blast? The properties of this explosion were written and crafted by Neoveta not to harm those with even a trace of her energy coating them. All of this blast, and its effects, were intended for the Vampiric Demon himself, his familiars, shadow's and all else associated with this bastard's trickery.

So, at this point and time, it can be assumed that Lorin may have been ejected from the area with the push Neoveta's energy gave him earlier; while Matthew himself would find himself busy still coping with the blast to run his mouth. That attack, for all it stood, was not one to be brushed aside with something so simplistic as wormhole techniques. Thus, over the immediate battle range, The Demonic Princess enhanced the energy particles that were associated with her power to produce a magical based field to create a metaphysical lock on the area. This grip meant to serve as a latch to disallow the future usage of portals for the next few turns at least.

Granted, if he found himself a pause, yet alone a space to talk during all of that, Neoveta conveyed a telepathic message for any of those left on the field:

'I do not deny my action of using aggressive force against this opponent. Judging from his caliber of strength, I did determine that the Demon Lord before you was of proper strength not to die from that attack. I intended to injure him and send him back to Demon World or another realm too fatigued to battle.'

To Lorin and Matthew, these words rang within their minds. And if it failed to reach them there? Then the voice was projected within the area and loud enough for them to hear. In this telepathic wavelength, yet another oddity was taking place. Pieces of organic matter that compromised The Demon Princess's body were of origin associated with the Demonic Goddess: Khala, were becoming active. And Khala, as most demon's knew, was the mother of demon kind; while Deveta was the father.

Due to this divine influence, memories of Matthew's former scarp with Touketsu, otherwise known as Deveta, would come to past. The battle would play-out within Lorin's mind, and the eventual loss of The Vampiric Lord soon visualized in both of their minds. Thus, the important message to gain from the showing -- was that Matthew wanted to kill her mother and father. And what else would a child who is afraid of their parents well being do? Protect them, that is what.

Ergo, this point of view oozed into their minds and angered tears fell from the maiden's face as her fist boiled over with fear and rage. Terror for using this kind of ungodly power, but rage for feeling her kinship threatened by this pest. Would anyone question if the Soul King's children dared to execute any threat who went against their father? Or perhaps, in court, could one not argue a crime of passion?

It was plain and simple: Matthew was not here to make amends, nor was he here to befriend them; he was simply here to cause trouble and nothing more. And with his goals still aligned with butchering her parents, Neoveta was acting only out of defense and nothing more. Both she and Matthew understood that the blast would not kill him. Critically injure him? Definately. But kill? Neoveta was doubtful of that. It was intended to be a warning shot, and given Matthew's extensive history as a demon who has murdered his own kind without remorse, a justified one to prevent any further hostile action from taking place.

'And from what I have shown you, Lorin, you are free to make your own judgements. I am not a perfect being, and my actions may have flaws, but my intent is true and I do not want my mother or father to have to worry about this low-life.'

Then, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, The Demonic Princess had a blank expression wash over her face as she stared with a vacant gaze upon the Guns of Icarus being forged. To her? Every step the Vampiric Lord was taking was one meant to defame and otherwise attempt to reframe the intent of Neoveta and her cause; a feeling that The Princess bounced back into the mind of Lorin so that he may take his and her words with a grain of salt. It was becoming tedious, and she let out a hard sigh as she wiped away the wet tears from her face and shook her head.

"Know this: you will be long dead before the dream of you killing my mother or father is ever realized. One is free to make their choices in this world, but they must also accept the feedback in which their actions may generate in return. And with the path you are on? You are only asking to be saved by my mother's gentle hand into Nirvana."

The line about her Divine Parents being butchered by this relic of the past? It was a statement that The Royal Demon did not ignore in the slightest. And, while The Maiden was aware the male was pushing her buttons, Neoveta oozed an aura that conveyed mentally to all parties: Matthew was just playing coy and attempting to provoke lunacy. Thus, if it were brought again, would be ignored; but for that moment? It was addressed what her feelings and intentions were on anything regarding their existence ending anytime soon.

For to her? All of the non-sense, taunts and insults were just signs of another pompous demon too drunk off his own power to realize he was full of himself in that instance. And, while Matthew was well enough at dishing out weaknesses to other, The Princess of Demon World marked her own upon the Vampiric Lord: pride and overconfidence. Those two things were what would be his downfall in her mind and why she could only shake her head.

And while he may have thought the Princess had little move to think or talk -- Matthew couldn't be further from the truth. Neoveta's mind experianced everything at a de-accelerated pace of time. Hours can feel like months passing by in the viewpoint of Neoveta, for instance. An entire year for Neoveta can feel as if two thousand years had passed.It is what allowed for her mind, body and powers to grow and accelerate as they have for someone as young as she was. And in combat? It is a deadly thing to possess. As, essentially, she had as much time as she needed to plan and prepare for attacks.

So, it is why, discerning from the potency of these attacks, Neoveta understood that these were not enough to kill her. And, from that knowledge, The Child surmised that Matthew was attempting to send the same message she herself tried to with her energized burst. And, from perceiving this probable viewpoint, The Demonic Princess conveyed these sensations in the air around them. For, unlike Matthew, there was no deceit to try and prop herself up to be anything but what her actions were. All the child desired was for the male to go away from this place and she would do what it took to ensure that is meant.

Hence, Neoveta began Harnessing her Divine Sense to begin analyzing the different attributes of the attacks heading her way. One of the first things to deal with were a series of projectiles that held within them enough force to break shields and barriers. To respond to that? Neoveta followed the law of equal energy, produced a blast of equivalent strength and fired a burst of crimson light meant to negate and cancel out both of their strikes when it came to the shield cannons.

Following that, those Proton Cannons were next down the firing range. In a quick summon, Neoveta fell back on her magic once more and comprised a basic, albeit, highly powerful shield meant to block out the damage from those proton cannons. It would absorb the impact and blast, detonate and be reduced to nothing. Effectively, it would have canceled out that attack as well.

Lastly, for his final trick with those barrier breakers, Neoveta would match that with something special. Considering how there were still structures nearby in this reverse world, The Demoness decided to utilized her spiritual pressure in order to divert the direction of those shield bursters. By increasing the density of the gravity within the space they occupied, The Princess averted taking the hit for the time being and instead had them crash and explode into many of the buildings below them.

"Please, go back to whence you came from. I've grown tired of this already."

With those words uttered aloud, The Demoness commanded for the Demi-Network to patch together a wormhole linking him back to Iramashsa Island. Understanding from her father that this was the last place the heretic called home, Neoveta decided to give him a one way trip back. Henceforth, The Princess transported a large quantity of her energized particles to the direction of Matthew. Then, in one massive pressurized pull, aimed to punch him back with a bone-shattering smash back into Iramasha Island.

Provided he was in the portal, The Hell Maiden would then patch up the defenses in Ireland and produce a barrier around the continent to disallow for Matthew's spiritual and energy frequency to be permitted. For, like the Sekkiseki Stone, it would act as an intense repellent and solve the incident for the time being.

So, like Matthew, Neoveta could have done a multitude of things to give him a world of pain, but all the child desired was for this conflict to cease.

Fri Mar 20, 2015 2:33 pm

Not sure if everyone wants to continue this thread, however I do need to use this thread in order to give Lorin abilities. So I can either ignore this thread entirely, or this thread can be concluded by Frost. Seeing as two people have dropped out and Moose most likely isn't going to return to this thread. It's up to you Frost.