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Post by Dr. Ghast on Oct 19, 2022 9:30:54 GMT -5
This infernal harlot was quite the tricky woman to deal with, for as soon as the monstrous Primeval managed to regain his bearings in order to interrupt her efforts to overwhelm him with her flurry of attacks, she reacted quite fiercely by unleashing a veil or rather shield of powerful flames to minimize the impact of the monster’s own counters. However, even if his body was showing signs of deterioration, Taquin seemed to make the odd mistake of thinking this same deterioration applied to the mind and the will that still managed to move the body around.
As soon as the woman’s flames erupted and attempted to turn the tables, they’d be met by an energy barrier surrounding the Primeval’s body, effectively lowering the damage by a large amount not just once, but twice…even if he could still feel the heat and the flames of her flameshield licking at his skin, there was no doubt that it could’ve been much worse.
However, as the battle still continued on, the demonic woman saw fit to continue taunting the Primeval, continuing her attempt to soothe him, lull him into submission and surrender, to give in to the pain and anguish which haunted him whenever the deterioration of a vessel had begun. Yet he could not give in, this was neither the time nor the place to be placing one’s faith in a former rebel and as soon as a successive explosion of energy managed to remove the last remnants of the Primeval’s barrier, he had been shaken enough to once more have full control of his mental faculties, undisturbed by the false promises of the wicked woman.
To avoid any more mistakes from his end, Ur’alcyonis started to swing his scythe around again, speeding up the weapon’s rotation in order to draw in and cut apart the next couple of energy waves launched at him, before slicing his Scythe through the air to completely shatter the final incoming energy waves. ”It is rather funny to hear you talk about putting me out of my misery, while you’re the one foregoing their speed and power for pure defense…you really think I missed that part?”
With the cracks on his physical form spreading, the decay in truth seemed to do little to the overal power of the Primeval, in fact it could be said that for some strange reason, it was actually growing exponentially, especially when a blade of black energy erupted from one hand. With a loud grunt, followed by a rather maniacal laughter, the monstrous entity plunged the blade into his own hand, before pulling out an insanely large energy construct which looked almost exactly like the scythe he had already been wielding, but more menacing, more intimidating and without question or doubt: even more deadly.”Your offer is declined, little Taquin…no matter what you do, you can’t get rid of me…’THEY’ can’t hide my true body forever, even if it takes eons more…I will find what I am looking for…and all of creation will end.”
Vanishing from his own spot, the Primeval would suddenly reappear in front of the demonic girl, swinging down the massive black energy scythe with reckless abandon, aiming to cleave her in twain from head to toe, before vanishing once again, only to reappear on her left side, swinging that scythe from left to right in a clear attempt to bifurcate the woman. ”I wonder…are you willing to lose YOUR vessel?”
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Post by Nijusan [Cell Jr] on Oct 20, 2022 21:20:05 GMT -5
Taquin’s gaze was on him as he expertly dealt with her attacks, a smile creased and fresh with enjoyment. She was enjoying herself more than she was being spiteful, but that was expected. She expected things from him, someone she found to be her idol after all. If she held back, it would be a disservice to who he was to her, and just because she had the upper hand, there was no lost respect for the primordial – she knew how to reason. It was tough to find a vessel that could hold such a presence and seeing the vessel break wasn’t a sign of weakness of Ur’alyconis, it was a sign of how great his energy was.
Taquin was glad that this weak vessel was not the ending point to his might.
He spawned a mincingly sharp and potent blade, causing Taquin to lower her gaze and drop to a frown of concentration. In her mind, she needed to use the vessel’s ability to change into the speed form so she could dodge, but instead, while he spoke to her – her skin hardened even further, reading itself to challenge the potent blade. Taquin was confused, feeling herself shrinking back into nothing, as if she lost control of the body – something she did. The demon woman was back into the ring, where her last shard of soul remained.
Hun I am sorry but you are holdin’ me back, thought Aria’s voice which rang throughout the voided darkness Taquin found herself.
And you bore me. I am done experimenting with you. To the gallows, darlin'.
Aria’s arms slung up to guard against the downward swing, the tip of the scythe smashing into the ring and causing an interaction as if the blade met the hardest steel it has ever crashed into. The ground caved in at the force of the impact point and black voltage spat out in all directions as the ring cracked. Taquin screamed, her scream loud enough to echo psychically between both Ur and Aria, a scream that sounded painful…
And Final.
The ring shattered, and the blade of the scythe diverted slightly away from cutting all of Aria, but still left its mark on her hands, cutting a thin and deep wound on the backs of her hands. Her body trembled from the might of the blade feeling the immense pain such force came with and Aria could not hold back a deep grunt of pain. But it was nothing like the screams that still echoed, the only remnants of Taquin that remained until they didn’t any longer.
Taquin, The baby destroyer, had finally ceased to exist. He vanished and appeared again with a swing, but the swing phased through her, like before as if she were a projection. “Darlin’ you should be askin’ the vessel did she care about her,” a deeper country twang said.
The weight of his attack that she blocked shredded away all of her clothing, leaving her bare and shown several bruises and cuts which spawned from the weight of his attack. Her hair had lost its twin tail style and dripped to the ground. Her body had lost its height due to her reverting from Taquin’s image and back to Aria. Upon her face was a wicked grin, and she turned to look up to Ur between the strands of hair that draped down.
“She borrowed my power, not the other way around,” she said while snapping her fingers. She redressed herself, but in her Commander’s fit – showing off her Shadowguard affiliation. “I decided to let her out because she got excited. You were her idol, her crush, and I do declare she’d have ditched me to go to you again. But I wouldn’t let that happen, she bored me.”
The only movement she made was to face him with a simple pivot of her foot. Her eyes widened and a pulse of debilitation escaped her body, dampening all the energy signatures around her, including the vessel of Ur – hopefully bringing him to his knees at the sudden loss of power. She placed her hands together, with her fingers bent like claws and a dark red energy ball formed immediately. There was no struggle to pool power – Aria had more than enough reserves.
The devastating bomb of energy tremored with excitement and anticipation. It painted the entire battlefield a crimson hue which made shadows dance in panic and dread. This bomb was a predator ready to meet its quarry and devour him and everything around them for miles. Aria unchained and unleashed the rabid predator, and it raced toward Ur, seething and hungry for his soul and it would not have to wait long.
This marauder of a bomb was only inches away from its prey unless there was movement prior to its birth.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Oct 21, 2022 7:28:09 GMT -5
This was strange, the fluctuations in the young woman’s voice, the seemingly slipping control of the rebellious Taquin. It felt so similar to how Chill managed to suppress the Primeval when he himself was still bound to a host rather than a vessel. Still, while he had hoped that this confusion would allow his enormous scythe of energy to strike true, it didn’t happen just as he wanted it.
Not only did the woman’s skin thicken and strengthen, but she managed to avoid not just the strike itself, but any of the potentially lethal and hazardous consequences of her actions, with the scythe’s energy even ending up becoming useless against her when she used that rather annoying shishio technique which had always been a bane to the use of any of the primeval’s more powerful options.
”Now what?!” The primeval’s voice deepened before suddenly sounding shallow. A pulse ran throughout the arena, stifling his movement, making him feel heavier, less powerful and somewhat sluggish. ”Interesting toy…so what’s next?...Oh…I believe that’ll do it.”
Looking at the energy the woman was expending, the monstrous being suddenly smiled, even letting out a chuckle. He spread out his arms as if he were to welcome the incoming orb of energy with a hug, yet when the bomb of energy reached him, he slammed both hands against it, letting out a loud maniacal laughter before the orb itself overwhelmed him and the entire battlefield upon which the two of them stood.
When the dust would clear, the form of the Primeval stood up straight, arms in front of him, a wicked smile on the face of his burned and charred remains, until the massive body fell apart and revealed a naked, silver haired man, barely breathing and much, much older in appearance than he should’ve been underneath those clothes and mask he had worn earlier…
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Post by Nijusan [Cell Jr] on Oct 21, 2022 18:36:43 GMT -5
As the smoke cleared, Aria was able to watch as the primordial’s body crumbled away to reveal the weakened and aged vessel, standing there in all of his glory after such a devastating bomb claimed him. It was marvelous, his laughter in the face of certain defeat sent chills down her spine. She thought that maybe he had a rebuttal of some sort – but he did not. He only accepted his fate. She would wait until he fell down, or should would use a finger and poke him to fall over, whichever came first and what once was a woman hell bent on destruction and breaking him down like a methodical killer, was now just plain ol’ Aria – happy and excited. She smiled with her tongue licking and cleaning her lips as if she had pieces of her dinner upon her face and was in a rush to catch more flavor onto her tongue.
“Now I lost interest in Taquin, but now – oh now you are much more interesting darlin’. So you are so powerful that mortals can’t hold you? My that gives me an idea,” she said while standing over him. She had returned to her normal dresswear, her hair in twin tails and all. Her red eyes seemed to glow with how interested she was in the aging man below her.
“You will be shopping for a new body, yes? Come on then let’s go find a poor thang,” she said with a giggle while holding her hand out for him to take. “This one is just no good, and I do believe we can break and break and break until we find the right one”
Aria watched him break and her heart fluttered. She watched this dominating power completely obliterate its host and it was like akin to watching a train wreck nice and slow – her eyes could not take away from it. She enjoyed everything, the looming dread of the collision and the ultimate crash itself, leaving behind a husk of a body.
She wanted to watch it again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
“I want to break more of your bodies,” she said her voice trembling in orgasmic lust. “More and more, and you are never ending, right darlin’? Don’t you need someone to properly test your goods? I’ll be happy to do so!”
She licked her lips again – was this a never-ending meal that could try to satiated her unending desire to experiment and break? Oh how marvelous. Maybe there was merit to Taquin’s crush on the Primordial.
Free. No kill / Steal - I just want to experiment on you~
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