Tales speak of Lost technology being some of the most powerful around, so you came here to find some. The gift shop was no help and talking to a few monks only gave you tales of enlightenment, so the choice was clear. Go deep into the caverns of The Lost Temple by yourself to find some. Who knows what lurks deep?
Reward: +500 zeni, +5 DP, +40 all stats, +5 RP Credits
Bonus:Runic Blaster: Equipped on the arms. Fires an energy blast with a damage rating of 3. May be equipped with an interlock, counts as a "gauntlet." Battery holds 3 shots (per battle.)
With a sweep of his arm, Dabura threw a shelf of merchandise to the ground, destroying most of the items. The shopkeeper, an older Keliouxian man, cowered even further into the corner. "Please, demon, leave me in peace. I don't know anything about the weapon you speak of. I showed you everything I have in stock!" he cried back as his tormentor stalked closer.
"Why do I find it so hard to believe you?" the demon returned, leering over his prey. He'd showed up only a few minutes ago, asking the shopkeeper about a very particular weapon he'd tracked down to this area. Of course, the old Keliouxian had shown him his wares, none of which were the weapon he sought.
"H-have you... ever believed anyone that didn't tell you what you wanted to hear?" the shopkeeper asked, holding his hands up in a pitiful attempt to shield himself from Dabura's wrath.
"What did you just say to me?" the red devil asked, kneeling down and leaning in close. "If I had more time, I'd make you regret speaking to me like that a thousand times over." He reached out, knocking the old man's hands away, and grabbing his chin so that their eyes met. "Who in this village can help me?" he demanded.
The shopkeeper gulped, his adam's apple moving against Dabura's none-too-gentle grip. "Wilko... Wilko would know," he managed to say around the lump that had formed in his throat.
"And where can I find this... Wilko?"
The shopkeeper made a face as if he didn't want to give up the source's location. In a smaller village like this, it was likely they were acquainted, perhaps even friends. Whatever his hold up, it was forgotten after Dabura leaned in even closer, practically nose-to-nose with the man.
"Do not lie to me," he threatened, finishing with a toothy grin. The demon's hot breath on his face seemed to do the trick.
"He has a cabin... its a little outside of town, to the west. He usually doesn't come back until after nightfall," the shopkeeper spat, unable to get the words out of his mouth quick enough.
"Good. Good," Dabura replied, letting go of the old man's chin and rising back to his feet. He made his way towards the door but stopped just before crossing the threshold. "Get this place cleaned up. This is no way to run a business," he scolded with a mischievous grin, then continued outside.
Legion was leaned against the side of the building - his lookout while he ran his interrogation. "He didn't know anything. Pointed us in the direction of someone that might, though," he relayed to his partner. They'd been at it all day - taking turns jacking up the villagers while they collected information. "Let's go pay Wilko a visit. Looks like we still have an hour or so before he gets home - plenty of time to get comfortable."
Legion rested his back against the outer wall of the local business. The cold stone sent a shiver down his back from time to time as the cool winds of Kelioux blew across his body. His right leg was bent at the knee, his foot placed solidly against the wall as well just under his bottom. He buried his arms into one another across his chest, his head hanging low as he left off a soft sigh.
“What a drag, it’s been such a long day.” He muttered to himself. Loud crashes echoed just outside the door from inside the building, he did not move he simply just lifted his gaze out to the horizon. Dabura and Legion had been ‘investigating’ a rumored weapon and had little to no luck as of yet. The Red Demon was sure that this shop, that Legion now was posted out in front of, was the answer.
Another crash came from inside, undoubtedly the fit of rage from Dabura from not getting the answers that he desired. It was the same each place they went, sometimes they took turns. The people would lie, retaliate, or outright refuse, but eventually they always gave up the information that the two demons needed and wanted. Silence was left in the wake of the crash, soon enough muffled voices began a back and forth, Dabura’s deep demonic tone far more noticeable than that of the old fool’s.
Legion’s eyes tracked each of the locals that passed by, every once and awhile shooting a glare their way to warn them off. An older couple had stopped for a moment, Legion snarled but they refused to leave. The Exiled King furled his nose, his face twisting in rage from their defiance. “Walk.” warned Legion his hand moving the tail of his coat to reveal Eldritch Bane. Beads of sweat dripped from the older man’s head before he slowly turned he and his wife away from the shop, walking forward and not turning back.
When Legion dropped his coat Dabura had just stepped out from the shop, explaining the situation and all that encompassed their new lead. Legion nodded, his eyes shooting over to the horizon on the west. It was late but yet had the sun set. The two warriors took off without second thought of the shop or village itself.
They could have traveled quickly but with time to spare they walked, the village along with the scenery was typical for Kelioux so Legion didn’t pay much mind to it. He simply let his thoughts wander through the endless options that this ‘secret’ weapon could open for him. Time passed and the sun set, nightfall was against their backs as they exited the village and headed west. It was the middle of the night before they had reached the small cabin that was rumored to be owned by Waliko.
“Well, guess we could knock.” the Tempest of Souls said with a wide brimmed smirk as his palm lifted. His fingers were outstretched and ki quickly gathered in a whirlwind of force. A small red orb hummed, just enough power to blow down the door but not the entire forest itself. Concentrating Legion held back his power as the ball rocketed through the air. With destructive force it clashed into the door sending splinters and shrapnel flying into the skies.
“Waliko, can we come in?” Legion called out stepping up to the main entrance of the cabin.
It took longer than Dabura had expected to reach Waliko's house, and when they had the sun had disappeared under the horizon completely. The demon pair stopped out in front of the cabin. "This must be it," he said to Legion. His partner agreed and made a quick joke before gathering his energy and blasting the door into oblivion. The red devil chuckled, because Legion had done exactly as he'd planned to do. That was probably why they made good partners, and possibly, might grow to be friends in due time.
When Legion stepped up to the cabin's threshold, making a totally facetious request to come inside, Dabura noticed that the inside of the house was completely dark. In the shadows, he saw the glint of the moon off something, and some inner sense urged him forward. He stepped up just in time to push Legion aside as some kind of projectile was fired through the doorway.
"What the fuck?" the demon said aloud, peering into the door from the side. He saw the same metallic glint and ducked aside just in time to avoid a second projectile. "That old fuck must have warned him we were coming."
Though he had little doubt that their target even had the power to stand up to them, there were were other ways to hurt people, and it wasn't worth finding out if this guy knew one of those methods.
I'm going to go around back.
Moving away from the door, the demon made his way quietly to the wall opposite the front door. He couldn't tell in the dark, but he assumed that Waliko was sitting directly on the other side of the door with some kind of weapon in his hands. If he was right, then the Keliouxian had already lost.
With a powerful thrust of his arm, Dabura shoved his hand through the wall and wrapped his fingers around the back of the man's neck. He felt the guy tense under his grip and squirm, but there was no getting free now. Yanking his arm back, the red devil brought his hand out with their target in tow. Thrown into the bright moonlight - it must have been close to a full moon - the gun in Waliko's hand was clearly visible, but was it the one they sought?
"I'd put the weapon down, if I were you," Dabura stated clearly.
I got him back here.
"Actually, if I were in your position, I guess I wouldn't put it down. Fortunately, I'm not, and I'm telling you that you should put it down," he continued, grinning. He must have looked like some kind of phantom, or horror movie piece, framed by the moonlight. "You don't have to die, but I promise my partner won't mind killing you either. I might even have to challenge him for the honor," he finished with an evil glint in his eye.
Laying with his back to the ground, the man's eyes were wild, and he wore a terrified expression. He didn't put his gun to the side, but he also didn't fire it. Instead he just kept it wrapped tightly between his arms, unsure of what he should do. Understandably, it was hard to turn over your only defense when faced with a seven foot tall devil.
I’m going to go around the back. Dabura’s voice chimed into the mind of Legion, the Tempest of Souls responded in a nod. He knew what it meant, basically Dabura had seen something that he did not. So Legion needed to give him some time, a distraction of sorts, it was one of the things Legion did best.
His hand lifted into the air, still silent from his earlier quip, the steady hum of ki gathered in his palm filled the air. “Going to give you one chance to come out. He said raising his voice in a deep boom, the most intimidatingly deep voice that he could muster. The sphere of ki was blue, as blue as his flames, lightning arced and connected to the metal that framed the door every once in a while. Rapidly expanding in size as he held concentration on the attack the orb eventually became as large as an inflatable beach ball.
“Come out,” he warned as the single chance. He waited for another moment, to see if he could see any sign of movement or acknowledgement of his threat. Still there was silence beyond the crack of the lightning from his ki. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” His words were filled with venom and malice as he aimed to the right slightly, opposite to where Dabura was heading. Releasing the Big Bang Attack into the far side of the house was reckless, admittedly so. Splinters exploded from the right side of the home, a large chunk of the neat cabin was in disarray and nothing more than debris by time the explosion died down.
I got him back here, Dabura broke into his mind once more.
I gotta find out how to keep you out of here. Legion instantly retorted before placing his hands inside his pockets. His movements were relaxed and fluid, nonchalant truly the best word to describe it. His shoulders were dropped, his head rolled slightly to loosen his neck, he hadn’t a care in the world to hold up his defenses. To Legion the people on Kelioux were nothing more than peasants, nothing that could harm him anyway. Over the short time he knew Dabura his power grew exponentially. With the power came a new found confidence and arrogance, something he didn’t have when he was the subject of Hades’ wrath.
Dabs' voice was clearly understandable as Legion made his way around the corner. “He is right, I would have no problem killing you.” His voice was just as sarcastic as before, filled with glee as he spoke. It was clear that he was enjoying himself, maybe a little too much. To the man Legion appeared from the side in a slow and relaxed bounce. His body covered by the moon revealing only a silhouette, his eyes however. His eyes were glowing a deep crimson red, onyx runic markings etched into them with thick lines that ran from the inner corner of his eyes down to mid cheek
“Is that what we are looking for?” Legion said motioning to the weapon. “Sorry about your house.” He said with a wicked grin.
As terrifying as Dabura must have been, the man was somehow far more afraid when Legion came around the corner, his eyes glowing and covered in runic markings. "Is this what we're looking for?" the demon asked, motioning towards the weapon still clenched tightly in their target's hands.
"Could be. Waliko, you look like a well traveled guy. Most of the people we've seen in this village looked as if they had sprouted roots here a long time ago, but you've got the look of an adventurer," the demon crooned, kneeling next to the man. "Are you an adventurer, Waliko? Have you been around the block, and seen your fair share of the shit?"
Obviously confused, but too scared not to answer, Waliko gulped hard and slowly nodded, his eyes switching back and forth between his two tormentors. "I suppose you've seen people die, at least a few times, right?" Dabura continued, his tone arguably friendly, and his expression one of concern.
Once again, Waliko's chin rose and fell slowly.
"Good, good. That makes this easier. Then - picture this for a moment - the most gruesome, painful death you've ever witnessed it. Imagine the agony the person was going through as their life was slowly stripped away from them, just to leave behind a cold, dead corpse to be skull-fucked by the worms and maggots," the demon said. "Now, imagine what I'll do to you if you lie to me. Trust me when I say that it'll be far worse than the image you have in your mind. Are you going to lie to me, Waliko?"
The look of pure, unadulterated fear that gripped their captive was breathtaking to Dabura. He loved it, reveling in the precious moment. This time the man shook his head, his chin waving side to side.
"Good... that's good. A little disappointing, because we could have had so much fun together, but still, good for you. Now tell me, is that weapon in your hand somehow related to an ancient lost civilization? Did you perhaps find it in a cave, within some buried ruins? Answer carefully now," the red devil asked. Waliko was frozen with terror, but he managed to mouth something inaudible. Suddenly Dabura lurched forward, pinning the man flat against the ground and hovering over him.
"Where the fuck did you get that gun?" he demanded, all pretense of friendliness wiped away in an instant.
Eyes bulging as he tried to squirm further into the earth to separate himself from the demon, Waliko couldn't help himself. "Yes! I found it in some old ruins not too far from here! Please don't hurt me, I don't want any trouble. You can have it, and anything else in my house! Just leave me alone," he wailed, tears welling up in his eyes.
Some kind of blaster fire pinged off of the side of Waliko's house. Narrowing his eyes, the demon turned and scanned the woods in the distance. He couldn't see them, but he could sense the presence of about a dozen warm bodies. "It might be the other villagers," he muttered out of the side of his mouth to Legion. As he spoke, he absentmindedly pulled the weapon from Waliko's weak grasp, turned it, and blew the man's head off - all without even glancing back at the man he was crouched over.
"Do you mind?" the demon asked, hoping Legion would get rid of the pests. "I figure you want to have a little fun anyways."
Terror danced over the man’s face as Legion made his way around the corner. Dabura instantly started his friendly guy routine, oh how Legion hated his] friendly guy act. The Tempest of Souls removed his hands from his pockets and then folded them into one another against his waist. The cupped hands, seemingly harmless, ready to snap the neck of Waliko instantly if need be.
Dabura had already knelt down neck to the young lad, his large seven foot frame still towering over with the moonlight on his back. Waliko didn’t use many words, none in fact, fear was too powerful. He simply sat there, his eyes glowing from his frightened state and nodded every once in awhile.
“Ohhh, an adventurer,” Legion said mockingly after one of the head nods from Waliko. “Get one with it, I’m growing bored.” He huffed toward Dabura yet was ignored as he started to go into a long and vivid detail of something that could happen. The friendly voice of Dabura was so much more terrifying than his normal deep and spiteful voice, because when he used it you knew he was annoyed. Hades sometimes did the same thing.
Dabura ended his little brainstorming routine with Waliko with a simple question, you aren’t going to lie to me? Waliko in turn answered with a left and right shake of his head, no. With the end of the answer the Red Demon asked another question, where the weapon was received from. This time friendliness no longer lingering off the ends of his words.
While Waliko described how he found the blaster, some old ruins, the pews and pings of blaster fire rang through the air. Legion looked up in dissatisfaction both with the villagers who chased them down and Waliko for wasting his time. He grew tired, annoyed, and rather upset that he did not get the fun he was hoping for.
The Red Demon turned to Legion, his mouth forming the words that were almost blissful to hear. “No, I don’t mind at all.” Spoke the Exiled King with a wicked grin.
His feet shifted against the dirt, twigs breaking from under his boot. He could hear them all, about a dozen souls screaming to be sent to hell. Blaster fire rang out once more into the night sky, sadly they had horrible aim. They weren’t soldiers, just men holding metal and praying not to die. They were also unlucky, for Legion wasn’t a benevolent king and their prayers weren’t being answered.
His left and right hand lifted just above his waist. His eyes remained opened and locked on the enemy although his concentration was elsewhere. A sphere of onyx no larger than a golf ball appeared in the void between his hands. Air began to thicken, loose foliage on the ground lifted and was drawn into the abyss that Legion created. Grey ki quickly engulfed and tried to contain the void, but it was for naught. The move was too advanced, too powerful. Arcs of lightning crackled off from his fingers and aura to the ground leaving small scars against the surface. Spikes of chaotic energy surged from the black sphere against the grey ki.
“Goodbye,” he spoke the words with glee and filled them with malice. His arms lifted high into the sky, the orb floated between them and followed. When they reached the highest point he could lift it he arched his body slightly and lobbed the ball of ki forward. It flew through the air in a smaller arc but still landed far behind the dozen of souls. They looked back in shock that the attack had missed. They were wrong, Legion never misses.
The explosion was vast, clearing high into the sky. The bright flash was the first thing to be seen, it was so bright it was as if a star itself was present. Bringing morning to the dusk in a matter of seconds. Next the heat, oh how hot it was. Shock waves carried not only the heat -that denigrated all that it touched- but it always carried a force unlike anything before. Nothing was safe from the destructive force that followed the blast. Trees rooted deep into the ground that towered high into the sky were like play things for the waves of chaotic energy. They toppled over with such ease that the deadliest storms to man looked like a joke. The plume of destruction was so great that it could be seen from outer space. The only thing that was left was a crater, a crater and ash. It traveled for miles, stopping just sort of Dabura and Legion, the demon looked at the Red Demon with a sly grin. Legion was impressed with himself, his power was growing.
To his mild annoyance, Legion not only took care of the pesky villagers, but he made sure to alert the whole of the Keliouxian High Council of their presence in the process. "A real smooth criminal, huh?," he muttered as he stood, the weapon in his hands. As much as he wanted to scold his less experienced partner, he was impressed with the other demon's raw power. Without invoking Hades' power, the usually much less dramatic Legion had summoned an enormous amount of power.
Knowing that Keliouxian forces would be dispatched to their location - even out in the countryside a display like Legion's was going to turn some heads - and wishing to avoid a direct conflict with the whole of Grandmaster Adel's army, Dabura prepared to jump offworld. If they were to take the weapon to the right person, they could likely manage to replicate it. "To Damaskia," the demon said with a grin. Lord Samael had spoken highly of the secrets of the Chaos Council, and it was time they earned their place - and the benefits that came with it - among the Shadowguard Shocktroopers.