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Post by Dr. Ghast on Jan 24, 2024 17:51:54 GMT -5
This battle, this war...it was becoming rather tiresome, not to mention dreadfully dangerous for the doctor's peace of mind...which all things considered wasn't exactly all that exemplary to begin with. The fighting, the stress, and the lack of proper specimens had taken their toll, not to mention that he still had to deal with the incompetence of those mercenaries he had tagging along with him. If there was any sort of silver lining to this little nuissance of a war, there was the fact Ghast could still hope to gain some unique specimens and samples...even if they were on the side he was currently playing on. Yes, playing, for this was all but a game, not even a battle...because in the end, he did not care for the outcome of this war as much as he did the tally of his sample count and if he was denied any proper samples by the enemy, it would be the allies who would need to deliver.
"Hmm, now this is becoming interesting..." The doctor chuckled when seeing how the one he had wanted to have as a sample, a specimen for his own designs had been ripped apart by what looked like a mass of tentacles and suckers held together by muscle and fibre. He didn't know whether to call it a demon or a monster, but it was unique and he HAD to have it. However, he knew he wouldn't be capable of taking it down on his own, no...he needed something extra, more firepower, and more precision... "Could have used that damn horseman of war..."
Vanishing from his position, the Doctor reappeared near Tomoko, curiously looking at what she was doing and letting out a chuckle with a mad hint in his voice as he towered over the tiny woman by comparison. His gloved hand padding her on the shoulder as she seemed to be busy with some sort of attempt to fix what was left of the armored knight, the horseman who the doctor had been aiming for as the cherry on top of his cake, the supreme sample he could have gotten so far. The mad scientist had disregarded Tomoko's comment from earlier completely, simply making a mental note of the fact that someone whom he saw as lesser in both intellect and scientific genius dared to have a concern about the doctor's mental state and the viability he had to the war.
"To raise the dead and to regenerate wounds that should not be capable of healing," Moving forward, the good ol' doctor took himself up a position between the monstrosity that had been responsible for the sorry state the horseman of war had found himself in and the woman who was now strangely doing so much to save this former opponent. Perhaps the doctor was being chivalrous, perhaps he was being kind or perhaps he was being protective, but whatever people who saw him move might have thought it was, they were completely wrong, for now the mad scientist had found him not just one, not two, but THREE people he would have loved to collect for his research, and given the fact one posed a danger to the other two...it was a matter of simple math: two specimens was after all much better than one specimen. "It would go faster if you stopped generalizing this...healing of yours and focused more on his internals first, strengthen the internals and you'll grant this specimen the means of aiding you in your efforts, making it all the more easy for you to fulfill your task."
Turning his skeletal head towards Tomoko, the doctor's large demonic eye snapped it's attention straight at her, the crimson red iris swimming in the black sclera drinking up her presence as the mad scientist's face contorted into something akin to a grin. "Trust me, I AM a doctor after all."
With these words, Ghast would slam both his hands together, before he suddenly lifted both his hands into the air, carrying a large amount of the bodies of fallen comrades and enemies into the air with his mind, all the while directing these bodies to float near to his position and slightly higher into the air so that they wouldn't obscure his vision. "Let's see if I can annoy this big guy a bit."
Snapping his fingers, two of the half a dozen corpses he had been keeping into the air with the strength of his will, suddenly got launched across the air towards the tentacled monster, with Ghast eager to observe the creature's reactions to these dead bodies being flung towards it.
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Post by Nappa on Jan 24, 2024 20:57:45 GMT -5
The Warden
| 3994a0 | WC: 1035 / 18,543 / 73,769
| A spot of blood dripped down Sariel’s cheek. It was a miracle that only the single drop had touched her, with how close she had been to War at the moment of him being rent in half. The new Horseman was unnerved by the action, and despite Cain’s efforts to bring her back to herself, she watched the battlefield disturbed by the sudden changes.
The monster that floated in the air was horrendous, and it being capable of shredding Darion with its bare hands made her truly fearful; War had already been a devastating foe to face, but what was this new hell? In her moment of hesitation, she was thankful for her allies who did not allow the sights to leave them distraught. Cain stepped into a leadership role remarkably well in the moment, not at all pressuring her to take the helm until she was ready.
As the Firstborn transformed into his Demonic form, Life was met with a sense of... not relief, exactly, but appreciation for the Immortal Human. Sariel simply didn’t have the experience or mental fortitude yet to stare the end of the world in the face without blinking, but many of her allies had thousands of years’ to get used to setbacks and simply march on. Having Lilim, Tomoko, and the others by her side allowed her to ground herself once more.
Speaking of Tomoko, she actually did something that Life never would have imagined. They briefly made eye contact despite the new foe springing out of the Fortress, and there was a second of connection. Even before Tomoko knelt, Life knew what was to come: she intended to bring back War. Sariel had been able to notice, as many others likely could, that the Horseman of War’s mind had been taken hold of, and that the things he had claimed and actions he’d performed were not indicative of who he was as a person.
In the moment before he’d died, she had felt Darion - his real self - reach out to her. As she watched the Demon pour her energy into his corpse, Sariel couldn’t help but wonder... who would open their eyes? Would it be the man she knew? Or would the Usurper take hold of War’s mind yet again? For several moments, nothing seemed to happen, and even Tomoko grew frustrated, demanding he awaken.
Finally, the two halves of his body began to move closer to each other with a magnetic cling, A white light - soft enough to stare directly at - began to coat the Demon and the Celestial, and his skin stitched to itself, intertwining in a crochet patchwork that quickly healed itself and left no marks behind. The armor was still ripped in half, so Sariel could see the sliver up his sternum, but it looked like the magic could bring him back.
When his eyes opened, Life’s eyes actually pricked with tears.
It was less about Darion himself than it was about the act of her ally. She had led this effort out of necessity, and every Celestial lost in this war was an absolute travesty - even being able to save one made her feel that this nightmare of an afternoon might lead to a new, brighter era for her people. When War opened his eyes, she was able to look away, fully herself once again.
However, she didn’t need to lead the troops yet - Cain seemed perfectly capable. In the back of her mind, Life had been noting the war crimes of one of her supposed allies, and now that she had a moment to herself, she would not allow that criminal to go unpunished. At her mind’s shift in priorities, her steed trotted back over, nuzzling the back of Sariel’s hand to grab her attention. She turned and briefly rubbed the horse’s mane before reaching into the pouch he wore and pulling out a glittering set of Magical Handcuffs.
Sariel had intended to use these on Darion - in the event he had survived the battle - but she approached the Scientist instead. During the bloodbath that had taken place, Ghast had roamed the countryside like a conniving, spineless opportunist, doing who knew what to the fallen men and women while they had fought and died for the liberation of her people.
Life came to a halt about halfway to him, though, realizing that he was still fresh from barely even taking part in the fight. It would be much more difficult to get the Magical Handcuffs on him than she was willing to bother with. As the once Warden of the Vinclum, she still had ways of imprisoning dangerous individuals with less overtly confrontational methods.
As Sariel considered her options, the Scientist rose into the air, and with him a mass of her fallen soldiers rose as well. He was... he was treating the soldiers like dolls to play with - desecrating the corpses of her people and using them as playthings. This was no ally to her or her cause, but a man who had no interests above self interest. He spoke, but all Life could hear was the blood roiling in her ears.
Ghast snapped his fingers, and a wall of the dead floating with him limply rocketed towards the Mutated Varris, their bodies slapping against the monster’s form. What was the point of this? It could only be sick amusement, because there had been no effect on Varris, and the bodies only flopped back down to the ground afterwards, having ‘served their purpose.’
“How dare you?!” She didn’t wait a moment longer as righteous rage overtook Life: she lifted her hands and a ball of teal Ki energy surrounded Ghast, enclosing him and preventing the mad Scientist from desecrating the battlefield any further. “You shall pay the price for your betrayal against Toffit!” Straining, she put as much power and focus she could into containing him, knowing he would try to escape; her will was unbending and her face was stone as the bodies of noble warriors on both sides of the conflict fell from the sky.
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Post by Riki on Jan 25, 2024 15:14:34 GMT -5
The explosion that ripped through the air was merely a doorway, and from it spewed her target. Darion was gripped up by a new beast and she could see him struggling, see his last breaths as his heart was ripped away from the other half of his body. The blood sprayed out, reaching her boots and the creature stared out dumbly.
Now what? A child with a broken toy and surely a less interesting foe than then an embodiment of war. It was a pure monster, and if she had any reason to hold back against Darion, there was far less against this new beast.
”No,” Riki said in solemn answer to Lilim’s half hopes Darion had succumbed to this new beast via a created weakness, a hope that maybe they did enough damage to him that they could defeat this new foe. But Riki wasn’t much for such reasoning. ”It is just that much stronger.”
Despite her words, the human’s energy stayed at a strong pulse, ready for what would come next, anticipating it and wanting it.
Lilim finished Riki’s thought, perhaps not even listening, trapped in her own thoughts as she carried into her own spiel about the creature being enhanced or whatever, and that Lilim couldn’t let it exist. That made Riki’s brow scrunch in annoyance. She was a hero, and it was a monster, but the way Lilim said it rubbed her the wrong way, as if existing was its crime.
It was then that Tomoko spoke, and Riki’s gold eyes switched to her with a look of disdain, but that flickered out as if she could feel Tomoko’s thoughts. Only the weak and feeble needed heroes. Her mother needed a hero.
A normal person would have laughed at such a thought. Lilim was easily the strongest person on this battlefield currently, and had done her due diligence, but Riki’s ego was far too potent for such things. The succubus queen was below her, as was everyone else, and as if to prove this Riki’s power suddenly pulsed beyond Lilim’s, though not by too much.
She was adapting, and with each adaptation, was becoming stronger and stronger. The Fallen would bear witness to her awakening, assuming anyone survived.
Still, she would not have attacked the arm if she did not see what came next. Like they were in a gunfight, she saw the attacks of Lilim and Cain an attempt to draw fire and distract, in order for something to lead into a larger attack at what would hopefully by the heart of things. She could feel the primordial energy and almost see where it had pierced him…
But in her mind’s eye the arm that was attacked lashed out. Lilim and Cain’s attacks weren’t enough and Ghast’s were an absolute joke. With enough strength in that limb it created a devastating force that ripped apart the already torn battlefield. She needed to stop that arm.
Choosing not to join the fray just yet in a physical sense, wanting to see the creature’s speed first, her new strength grew even larger before once more her energy erupted directly on the target. It wasn’t one blast this time but several, exploding against the arm’s joint hoping to sever it or at least knock it out of place.
Her attacks, as strong as they were, did very little against Darion, so she did not expect it to do much against the beast that ripped him in two, but she had knocked War flat on his face. If she couldn’t disjoint an arm with two people assisting her, well, that would give her a better grasp of where she stood.
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Post by Vegeta on Jan 26, 2024 3:32:49 GMT -5
| Open Says ME Vegeta - 17 y/o
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Vegeta struck the god head-on. Maybe it was pride, maybe it was arrogance, but Ur'Alcyonis didn't bother to defend himself, and yet when the saiyan made contact he found that it was like hitting solid rock. Immediately fearing retaliation, Vegeta dropped to the ground and rolled quickly away. Looking back, he saw that Ember - or Raven, or whoever she was - had timed her attack to coincide with his.
It seemed the two-pronged assault had gotten the better of the enemy. He stumbled backward, and a moment later Arael flew into the picture, embedding her axe in the god's chest. Vegeta couldn't help but wince at the sight, feeling a phantom pain in his sternum. The celestial didn't stop there, drawing the Colt and putting it against Ur's head.
From Vegeta's perspective, time seemed to slow. His thoughts raced ahead of his body, urging Arael to pull the trigger. If he and Raven had managed to catch the god by surprise with their transformations, it was likely to be the only chance for a clean shot. He wasn't sure about the others, but his sudden power up was a shock even to himself. He didn't expect another one any time soon.
Finally, feeling as if he was dying by inches, he watched as Arael squeezed the trigger. The hammer swung back, agonizingly slowly. As time compounded upon itself, something gave and the pace of things raced forward. The hammer struck, and the bullet entered Ur'Alcyonis's temple. For all his grandeur, the god fell unceremoniously to the floor.
Following the deafening gunshot, a few moments of excruciating silence reigned. In the quiet, Vegeta felt as if he could he could hear his mind clear. The golden aura surrounding him vanished and his hair turned back to black. The black M on his forehead faded, and a feeling of utter exhaustion fell over the saiyan. Letting a smile cross his face, he laid his cheek on the cold floor.
After a few seconds, he began pushing himself back to his feet, but the ground rumbled and shook, knocking him off balance again. He fell backward onto his ass and waited for the shaking to abate. When it did, he stood up. Arael wasted little time, making her way towards the doorway that Ur had destroyed earlier. Vegeta took a few unsteady steps toward helping her.
The essence.
Freezing, the saiyan slowly turned and looked back at the corpse nearby. He saw a golden smoke rising from the hole in Ur's head. Spurred by the disembodied voice in his head, he stumbled toward the corpse. As if in a trance, he reached his hand into the smoke and watched as it began to curl towards his fingertips, threading around his hand and snaking up his forearm, sinking into his skin as it went. When the smoke was gone, he looked his arm over, but saw nothing there.
The trance broken, and the smoke already forgotten, Vegeta turned back towards the door and made his way to it.
"Move," he mumbled, rearing back. He slammed his fist against the rubble, scattering pieces of stone but making an insignificant dent in the barrier. Frowning, he did it again, but with little more progress. "Let. Me. Out!" Yelling, he drove his fists into the rock over and over. The going was slow, but he was getting somewhere.
"I am a saiyan warrior. I am a perfect soldier. I won't let my life be wasted on someone else's power struggle!" Descending into a rage and screaming, he threw himself time and again at the blockade, each blow clearing a greater portion of the collapsed doorway than the last. He was determined to create a new opening. He hadn't come here to succeed in a suicide mission just to die in an empty chamber with the corpse of a would-be god to keep him company. "Fuck this. Fuck you. Fuck the gods. Fuck this chamber. Fuck, fuck FUCK!"
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Post by Goku on Jan 26, 2024 18:41:02 GMT -5
Escape the Chamber
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| The chunks of rock were tossed to the side haphazardly as it no longer mattered what the display of the innards of the room looked like. It was on the verge of collapse, and with it, all those within would also perish.
There was something - or someone - on the other side of the pile of rubble. It gave cause for concern, but the potential alternative caused her to keep pace.
"Arael!" the muffled voice came through the rocks. "Is that you?"
It was familiar. She knew the voice, despite its heavily muffled and distance sound. Could it be...?
"Move."
The voice came from the young Saiyan who had just accepted the last vestiges of the chamber, an act which had not yet been noticed by Arael. If she knew, she would have cautioned the boy. He held the last remnants of what could be used to restore power to the artifact on Toffit.
She stepped to the side and allowed the rage-induced Saiyan to begin breaking the rocks down beneath his fists. He made short work of the rubble in an awe inspiring display of strength and anger against their situation.
Finally, Vegeta broke enough of a path that only a small chunk of rock blocked their path. Arael stepped behind him and placed a gentle hand upon his shoulder, hoping her touch would steady his blows. While impressed with his strength, she wanted him to conserve some energy for whatever lay ahead. Darion may have prevailed in the outside battle, and they the last hope.
"Hold!"
The rock shifted and fell behind, allowing space for a grey haired warrior to poke his head out. The face was covered in platters of blood and he breathed heavily, as if he had just ran a marathon, but it was undeniably Odyn! His dented armor scraped against the rock as he wriggled himself through to the side with Arael and Vegeta.
Immediately upon entering the rumbling chamber, Odyn's eyes widened at the sight of the body of Ur collapsed on the floor. He glanced to Arael, then the Colt still gripped tightly in her grasp. A grin crossed his face as he nodded.
"Good job. I can't believe after all these years..." he trailed off, unsure of his next words. There was no words to be had. "Let's hurry and get out of here. We'll rejoice tonight!" he said, taking in the sight of the desecrated room. A damn shame.
Arael was the first to squeeze through the opening. With the arch broken, a dark vortex swirled in what was the previous door to Toffit and shone a soft violet light on her form.
"Vegeta, come," Arael said softly as she held out her hand. "I can see you possess the remains of space and time energy... be careful," she added before helping him cross the barrier.
It appeared Ember was missing, but the shuddering ground drew her attention elsewhere. Just beyond the bulky form of Odyn, in the spot where the body of Ur lay, a shadow stirred. It was unbelievable, but the white robes rustled as an arm shot upward, then the other arm.
"O-Odyn! Hurry!" Arael stammered as her index finger shot toward the rising form of Ur.
In response, the silver warrior shot a glance backward at the Primeval before quickly dashing through the entrance. The sound of grinding metal armor scraping against the stones filled the air as he moved with urgency.
"That was unwise," the raspy voice of the Usurper called out and quickly moved toward the trio. A few short steps were all that needed as he connected with Odyn and caused him to freeze.
From the view of Arael, it appeared as if his pupils shrunk and the silver hair rapidly turned white. The look on his face was one this displayed pain and sorrow as he fought back against whatever act the Usurper was conducting. Then, in a blinding flash of light they vanished.
Whatever held together the remnants of the chamber was dissolved at that point. The swirling energies imploded and Arael had no choice but to grip Vegeta tight and throw themselves into the swirling vortex.
An explosion of pure light erupted into the sky as a beam pierced the heavens and upended the chamber.
Arael and Vegeta escaped. Vegeta carries the last remnants within and will find the space time energy to be weighing heavily on him in his next posts. Another post will dictate
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Post by Goku on Jan 29, 2024 22:10:18 GMT -5
The Father of Murder
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| Cain became acutely aware of the other occurrences on the battlefield as they were nearly impossible to miss. The Demonic Princess flooded the field with an aura that quickly turned to sour meat in the Father of Murder's mouth. He hated it, and everything it stood for - but he understood it. Cain knew next to nothing of Tomoko, but her actions thus far revealed something of an enigma. While she also trespassed on the domain of Life, it was a timely intervention as the chaotic Doctor had revealed himself to be a menace to society and expelled a paltry amount to the war effort thus far. The demon hoped Sariel would execute him. A show of power to all those who would dare cross her blades. While he had no place in those affairs, he held full authority on the battlefield and would wield it to the full breadth of his abilities. Cain's dark claws dug into the twisted flesh of the abomination and alongside Lilim's destructive physical prowess, the flesh was tendered and susceptible to more damaging attacks - which the young girl, Riki, was more than happy to provide. "Watch out!" Cain shouted to Lilim as he dashed over to her and embraced her from behind. A thick veil of shadow wrapped around the pair as the energy exploded against the arm of the monster. The heat from the attack washed over the pair, but did not harm them. "Pardon my touch, my Queen. Not that you mind," the First Born whispered softly in a low demonic hum. Their time together was quickly cut short as the waves of energy ricocheted against the shield and threatened to overtake them. Upon the rapid dissipation of the smoke it would reveal the attack had severed the arm, leaving naught but a twisted stump of charred flesh and ebony blood. The Eldritch Abomination roared in anger and rage - the only two emotions it still felt. As pools of saliva slid down its fanged face the one-armed creature tore through the remaining buildings and struck out toward Riki with the one remaining arm and sat of razor sharp claws. Then, the twisted Varris shot his head upward and released two dozen beams of dark energy into the sky, a low guttural laugh filling the air as the thick displays of power fell upon Lilim, Riki, Cain, Tomoko & Darion, and Sariel. "No!" the Horseman of Life yelled out as she vanished from her location of where Ghast was left detained and arrived near the daughter of Lilim and her old friend. Throwing both hands up, Life would channel her power into an azure blue shield to protect her allies. Three beams crashed against it and the pressure buckled her to one knee with her palms still up. "Tomoko - get Darion out of here!" she ordered. Darion had risen from the clutches of death. His body mended and restored, but the question still remained on whether his mind had been too. He sat there. Dazed and weakened, having had his mind controlled by the Usurper for only Aubriel knows how long. At some point the helmet had been torn off to reveal his pale, clammy skin and disheveled hair. A soft sound escaped former War's lips as he attempted to protest, but could not muster the strength and fell flat. The others would have to show their strength even more now. In the distance she could hear the demon Cain roar a call to attack the last remaining arm of the horror.
The beacon of light stood tall in the warm Toffit air, backed by a blue and spotless sky. Absent of Ur, the energies of space and were the signatures to his departure. Two figures emerged from the center of the beam, spat out like a foul meal as they would tumble through the skies until finally regaining their composure high above the wrecked Fortress. Both of the figures appeared visually different, tinged with the waning power of a false god. "We made it," Arael breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh-" she stopped in her tracks. High above the ground at their vantage point, Arael took in the sight of the strange monster crashing into things like a uncoordinated toddler would. The swath of soldiers had dwindled down to a few dots and the large creature. Was the corrupted Darion no more?! What in the hell happened here?!"Vegeta, thank you for coming this way with me," she started, her thoughts momentarily lingering on the perished Fae before shifting back to the more pressing matters. "We still have some ways to go. Do not lose yourself." --- Arael and Vegeta enter the battle. Vegeta will increasingly feel the power he took from the chamber increase the potency of his attacks, at the cost of his own faculties.
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Post by Lilim on Jan 30, 2024 4:34:41 GMT -5
The Demon Queen had barely registered Cain's assistance in the matter of fighting off the eldritch-enhanced Celestial. She knew not the name of whom she fought--she frankly didn't really care in this particular instance--as her vision seemed to tunnel towards the creature, her hellfire-infused fists slamming into the creature's flesh, but the skin and muscle were remarkably stiffer and hardier than the Succubus had been expecting. Every wound was a step in the right direction, however, and she prepared to unleash onslaught after onslaught upon its form, only for someone to grip her from behind and pull her away from the carnage, just as the young girl decided to unleash a powerful aura and speak with her own torrential assault of energy. It wasn't until Cain had spoken that she realized who had pulled her from the line of fire.
"Cain..." she whispered back in realization. Her armor and power would have protected her to some degree, but it was clear that the attack was far more lethal in effect than Lilim would have originally estimated. The sheer power radiating from Riki practically stabbed into the demoness' senses in that moment, like a nail sticking into one's body, but Cain's presence was almost like a balm for that pain. "I never mind your touch," she said, as if he had brought her back to her senses, though her rage and ire at the Old Ones possessing a Celestial still burned hot in her heart of hearts. To see any sign of one of her oldest foes--even through the will and body of another--brought up far too many old hatreds for her to ignore.
"Sadly, we are a little overdressed for--" she started to say, only for the explosion of the creature before them to rock the shield--with Lilim and Cain inside of it--pushing them both further back. She never could resist the temptation to flirt with him--Cain was always so unique an individual, and he knew precisely how to treat a lady, after all--but faced with their opponent still standing, even with one arm, it was hard to mix pleasure and business in this little event. "--don't go too far, when all is said and done," she said over her shoulder to him with a flirting smile, placing her hand over his. She contemplated turning to give him a quick kiss--her helmet had already shifted to open up her face to do just that, as if reading her mind--but then the creature unleashed a feral roar, summoning several blasts of energy towards the whole of his opposition.
Lilim unleashed a powerful yell of her own towards the descending beams of energy, namely those guided towards herself and Cain. While she had no doubts that his barrier could hold against this renewed attack, she hardly wanted to seem weak in front of him, and the force of her shout knocked the two blasts off course--just enough for them to impact against the ground on either side of the Succubus and Cain. "Just when a girl is trying to be romantic," she said, glaring at the creature as her voice was filled with disdain. Really, some people just didn't have manners--or maybe she was just being a smidge too capricious. Either way, it was clear they wouldn't get a moment's respite from this monster's assault.
She quickly turned to give Cain that quick kiss before she would follow his instructions to attack the last remaining arm of the horrible abomination, barely aware of Darion, Tomoko, and the others. She had sensed that Tomoko was utilizing her energies over life--rather than death and destruction, despite her title as the 'Bitch of War'--in trying to restore the Horseman of War, but the pressing matters in front of Lilim--namely Cain and this eldritch monster--took precedence for her attention. Naturally, she would have to avoid Riki's warpath of destructive powers, even as her energies seemed to surpass the Empress' own energies. 'And where did you find this one, Yan?' she thought silently as she teleported to the other side of the creature in order to assault its remaining arm.
Already, the creature seemed intent upon attacking Riki--no doubt because of her previous attack and the way her power level seemed to radiate like a beacon--so the Demon Queen tried her best to capitalize on the distraction. Lilim slammed her fist into the ground of the planet, her dark energies reaching deep within crust before seizing a portion of the world's lifeblood--namely potent lava--her mind shaping it as a weapon around her mailed fist. She then pushed off from the ground, assisted with a powerful flap of her demonic wings, balanced by the curling and sway of her tail, launching her forward towards the monstrous creature's shoulder. Her movement would cause a whip-crack around her as she temporarily broke through the sound barrier, adding her speed, strength, and flaming-fury to her attack as she tried to sear and break the creature's shoulder!
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Post by Riki on Jan 30, 2024 14:18:21 GMT -5
The limb severed and Riki’s brow furrowed. This was a much weaker showing than Darion who suffered through her attacks like the champion he once was. It seemed they had come across one of the worst types of glass cannons. Normally a good strike would knock the beast out like the glass he was, assuming you could get past his aggression, but Varris was more parasitic zombie, meaning even as its body fell apart it was going to keep attacking. The hellish abomination didn’t necessarily have a weak point either. There was nothing to say this thing couldn’t barrel on without a head, and it was also possible it had regenerative properties.
Her attack was successful, but she was left with more questions, and soon the beast was rearing its ugly head at her. It crashed down from its position in the sky, attacking like a wrecking ball to the buildings that had survived thus far and headed straight at her.
She gripped Darion’s sword tighter, and as the beast struck out she intercepted its jaw with her blade, using her strength to keep a guard. All her strength, and her feet slid across the ground, stealing the power from her legs but keeping the claw back.
Her aura pulsed again, pouring down into her limbs before she ignited this blade with ki as she had done the last one. Luckily, Darion’s was a little more durable.
The effect was enough to cause the creature to give up on its grapple, pulling back only to unleash a wave of energy blasts up into the sky that quickly turned into rain. Riki threw her hand out, her energy pulsing as the beast laughed, and then gripped her fist closed. Once more the battlefield erupted with her ki expanding from the air itself, and this time her blasts aimed to engulf the falling ki before they could reach the ground. If she could fixate enough destructive power to overwhelm the creature's pure strength, she could cancel the blasts and give Tomoko and Sariel a bit more time to do…something.
She had felt Darion’s energy restored, but it was still nothing to the man he once was, and it looked like Tomoko’s attempt at life bore little fruit in regards to help.
With hate and fury, the beast spun in the air and struck with speed towards Riki’s side, the power of its arm cutting through the earth destroying the ground it dragged against and any soldiers that tried to intercept its path. The effect sent quaking ripples across the battlefield.
But it wasn’t just the beast, as Lilim’s fist slammed into the ground, sending her own waves that impacted with Varris in an impact that cracked like thunder.
Riki jumped up with a rush of ki, scaling the arm in time for Lilim’s lava whip to meet the limb head on, its destructive power curling around the creature’s appendage like a succubus date with bondage.
But it wanted Riki, and the strange tendrils cut through the air towards her. Blade ready, she cut through the first assault, but not being good with a blade was quickly overwhelmed. Her answer however was fire, and her aura exploded into an electrical flame causing the tendrils to rip back to its master.
The creature took this time to gather its strength and with a piercing screech pulled his power into his dominated arm. The sudden strength trumped Lilim's own as it lurched its body back ripping the whip towards it, pulling it from her hands or sending her tumbling towards him. The lava loosened, and the claw gripped onto the coil, cracking the weapon so its handle, and potentially Lilim, slammed into the ground.
Varris’ burning eyes had begun to glow into more furious flames however, and his gaze pierced the battlefield--quite literally as the whips crack sounded across the battle field. Two beams shot from the monster’s gaze as Riki landed, jumping up again as soon as she did, only for the beams to pierce into the earth like a hot knife cutting into butter. His gaze shifted, and with it the beam moved, cutting through the battlefield like a raging Destructo Disk.
Anything those beams touched were sliced through, and his gaze surveyed the entire battle field, cutting right through the soldiers and finding a path through any warrior still pestering him with their presence, before those eyes went back to the sky. The beams shot with an almost infinite distance like a laser searching for purchase, finding the new arrivals before pinning itself back onto Riki, the abomination unleashing another laugh to glorify its destruction.
The beams ended, and the remaining claw began to glow, absorbing Lilim's whip with its own power pouring into the limb, as it prepared an attack that would cause even more devastating damage if that arm was not stopped.
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Post by Vegeta on Jan 30, 2024 16:11:35 GMT -5
| Ultra Ego Vegeta - 17 y/o
864 / 6701 / 79,171 2k Charisma |
Floating in midair next to Arael, Vegeta stared down at the fortress. It was wrecked. Though most of its perimeter still stood, the ceiling had collapsed over the chamber where they'd fought Ur'Alyconis. There were no signs of their allies, Raven and Odyn. Had they been lost?
Dragging his eyes across the battlefield, Vegeta guessed at what had taken place since his team had entered the fortress. The field was cratered, and the enemy forces had been reduced to a handful of individuals. Most noteworthy was the monstrous creature that appeared to be a friend to no one. Those gathered seemed to be keeping their distance, though the monster moved quickly. He still saw a few familiar faces in the conflict - the Succubus Queen, her daughter Tomoko,
Vegeta's chest rose and fell as he let out a deep sigh. He was exhausted. Though they had defeated Ur - at least he thought they had - it seemed the day was not yet won. He had agreed to help Sariel reclaim Toffit, and there was still resistance. Despite his task being completed, he couldn't allow himself to sit back and watch the others struggle.
"In for a penny, in for a pound," he muttered to Arael while looking down on the battle. He glanced over to her and grinned, though the exhaustion was evident on his face. "Don't worry, I'm still here."
Move.
Spurred suddenly by an unseen force, Vegeta dove into Arael. The pair fell, tumbling head over heel. The monster's laser-enhanced gaze swept alongside them, its heat searing the saiyan's back and drawing a pained growl from his lips. He let go of Arael, leaving her to catch herself, but he was unable to do the same, hitting the ground and lying in a dull heap.
Landing in one of the craters that pockmarked the battlefield, Vegeta laid flat on his back, staring up into the sky. He coughed, leaving blood splattered across his face. He wondered why he felt so beaten and abused. None of the fights to reach the chamber had been especially violent for him, and even the struggle against Ur'Alcyonis was short. His mind drifted to when he'd transformed, and for the first time it occurred to him that he'd become a Super Saiyan.
"Not just a Super Saiyan, though," he muttered through a blood-filled mouth. There had been more to it, a presence and a power that wasn't his own. Whatever it had been, it was enough to allow him to make a dent in Ur'Alcyonis's defenses. That, he knew, was even more significant than the iconic saiyan transformation.
The voice. He'd overlooked it, but, with a moment to gather his thoughts, he remembered the voice. Who was that? Was that who was helping him?
Give me your power again.
The warmth of satisfaction washed over Vegeta's mind. It made him uneasy, because he knew it was not his own. It belonged to a being that had long awaited such a request.
It would kill you.
The satisfaction faded, and this time it was the saiyan's own disappointment that he felt. What good was a power that he could not call upon when he wanted it?
There is another way, however. The essence you collected from the Usurper. It is within you. If you wish, I can help you use it, though it too comes at great risk.
Vegeta said the question out loud this time. "What good is a power that I can't use?" The voice didn't reply, but its presence was still felt. It seemed to be waiting. "Do it."
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A cloud of lavender light spilled over the edges of a crater on the battlefield. The mist-like accumulation of energy continued to expand, hiding the crater from view. Anyone nearby would feel a faint rumbling in the ground, a shaking that slowly built in intensity before suddenly abating. The mist began to recede rapidly, and as it thinned, a figure could be seen hovering over the crater.
A purple light streaked across the battlefield from the figure, followed by another, and another. The series of lights became an almost constant wave. Each of them crashed into the monster, eventually overwhelming it and forcing it to start treading backward under the onslaught. As quickly as they'd started, the lights stopped.
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Appearing out of thin air in front of the monster, Vegeta had undergone a new transformation. Enochian runes swirled around his left arm where the smoke collected from Ur'Alcyonis's body had sunk into his skin. His hair and aura had become a vibrant purple, and his eyebrows had burned away, giving his face a significantly more radical look. Tendrils of flame rose from his body in random places, vanishing and reappearing somewhere else every few seconds.
"Hey," Vegeta said plainly. The strain on his body was evident in his voice. "Tell me, does a monster like you experience fear? I hope so." The saiyan stepped quickly forward, grabbing the monster around the wrist. Placing his feet against the monster's torso, he pried backward, feeling the arm distend. Muscle and sinew strained and snapped under the immense pressure but, though it threatened to, the arm did not fully separate.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Jan 30, 2024 17:13:04 GMT -5
Despite the fact he was doing what he did without any morality, the doctor, mad and twisted though he was, did what he did for the sake of the woman who was attempting to resurrect or was it...recreate the armored knight who had been a thorn in there side this whole time. Even if his actions where to be considered heinous and disrespectful, his attempt to distract the beast with dead people being flung at it, did not get the desired result. Rather than irking the monster, Ghast had sadly managed to infuriate the woman he had dared to protect earlier, the one who was supposed to be leading this mission and who had let loose forces drenched in the smell and taint of carnage and despair, yet flinging around a few dead bodies was to be considered a step too far?
"My...betrayal?" The doctor's demonic eye spread across the most of the upper part of his skull pulsated with crimson light as it turned to look at Sariel, a genuine confusion and a hint of surprise managed to form on his skull-like visage. Did he get this right, this woman, who so willingly had allowed him to partake in this war, who had agreed to his desire to get himself specimens and samples, who he had protected alongside that demon empress when the armored knight was attempting to take her miserable life now turned and stabbed him in the back on some sort of sudden, new-found principle? "This is why it is pointless to deal with the musings and whims of those pretentious enough to call themselves gods...ouch..."
It looked like the teal ball of energy which had him trapped in place wasn't budging when he slammed his fist against it, feeling his own force reverberate back unto himself. Annoyed by this, for now it looked like all the mad scientist could do was watch how the monster got closer and how it...proved to be quite the show to behold. It seemed that despite the power shown by the monster, it wasn't enough to damage the teal ball of energy surrounding the doctor as of yet, something Ghast truly found both interesting and a bit of a pity, because he could use a bit of an opening to actually make sure that mad celestial wouldn't have him executed or something on the shallow, backstabbing reasoning and grounds she was basing herself on. However, he knew all too well that most likely with the Usurpur gone and this monster taken down...this...Sariel would no doubt hold enough power within this realm to actually be able to put him to the blade.
"Oh, that must have hurt," The doctor chuckled as he could see some strange figure that had already given him the creeps at the first meeting, suddenly letting loose a massive amount of energy and it did not escape the mad scientist's attention that the woman named Sariel had managed to run into the fray as well, most likely expending quite a large amount of energy for some reason, as the teal-colored prison of energy around the doctor seemed to shimmer and even thinned a bit in response, as if the connection with the one who created it was put under some serious strain. "I reckon I'll see it soon enough..."
And lo and behold, Ghast was right with his assumptions, for even though he couldn't see all that much of the fight, he could sense the expense and use of energy, he could see the explosions and...he could see how a massive beam of energy suddenly collided upon the teal energy prison for a brief moment and had managed to make a serious tear into it. "This would be my cue."
With most of the vicinity around the teal ball having been turned into a wasteland covered wit a thick cloud of dust and debris, the mad scientist pushed his body to the next level, with flesh growing around his skeletal features and even hair emerging from the top of his skull-like head, though still covered with misplaced mouths and eyes, Ghast didn't wish to utilize this form for too long, considering none of those on the battlefield even had a single clue on what his own limits were. However, with Sariel and the others clearly distracted and the beast most obviously being their main focus...the doctor had little time to complain about nor contemplate on the situation he had been put into.
FOrcing himself to unleash the fiery flames of strength to air him, the doctor attempted to pry open the teal ball of energy that surrounded him, but this seemed to be somewhat useless. However, with the sphere no longer being perfect and unblemished, the mad scientist reached out of the tear within the ball and utilized his powers to conjure up the one blade he was certain would be capable of freeing him, and sure enough, out of nowhere, the twisted scholar suddenly held a large, sharpened jawbone in his hand.
"Always comes in handy to have an arsenal of tools to aid in my... hmm, escape plans??" Pulling the Jawbone inside, the doctor channeled his energy and slashed with the supposed First Blade inside the sphere, utilizing the weakened area around the tear to be where he would focus all of his strength in order to cut through the damn thing in its entirety. "No doubt that backstabbing celestial is aware of this...so time's ticking..."
That time was ticking seemed even more apparent when the doctor could feel a ruinous power strangely erupting out of nowhere, feeling somewhat demonic and saiyan...heck even divine at the same time. "Yeah...not going to try and find out about that either..."
Jumping out of the ruined sphere of teal energy, the doctor instantly restrained his mutation, suppressing his energy to such a point he'd be no more powerful than the soldiers who had been by their side the entire time, hoping this would at the very least make himself less likely to be discovered as he decided to take his chances and flee the scene...
"Hmm...I guess I did get enough samples, such a pity I couldn't get my hands on those interesting ones..." Letting out a deep sigh, the doctor turned around and whistled a tune as he started to walk away, reaching with his hand towards his head as he put on his helmet again. "I can already see the paperwork I'll have to be doing when I get back on Kelioux...Adel will probably have a field day with this..."
WC 1,110 TWC 10,840/80,281
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Post by Holly on Feb 4, 2024 8:14:28 GMT -5
| Tomoko 841 / 7,552/ 81,122 |
Meteors of energy fell from the sky but met a wall of dangerous ki that filled Tomoko’s nose with the burning chaos and crispy cold order. It was the scent of the self proclaimed hero and it satisfied the succubus princess very much so. The energy was exactly what she expected from it, if not more:
Strong and Limitless in its feel and design. Three beams, however, still weasled through out of the 24, and crashed into a barrier made from Life herself and seeing how Sariel reacted to it put Riki’s power to even more awesome heights. Three beams were enough to bring a Horseman to a knee in struggle, and Tomoko was quick to want to aid her in this defense -- Darion was alive but his will was still wavering. As Life, the General of this army, ordered a command Tomoko needed to obey it, she knew.
Her eyes lowered to a crisp stare and a growing frown upon her face as she nodded. Darion tried to say something, but his tone was too hushed and his form too weak. Tomoko also had to take in consideration the toll that reviving him put on her body. She could already feel this form wavering with each second that passed by and it showed in how much emotion crawled through to the surface.
This form’s strength was the suppression of emotions, and when they started to show that was a telltale sign of its failing. The princess was still worried that without her they would be short, but then she felt two familiar energies pop onto the battlefield -- Arael and Vegeta. Her eyes fell upon the Prince, the one who exchanged flirtations with her earlier and that key note was more than enough to put her attention on him.
She was eager to see his fit in battle, and to have her eyes test his worth first hand, which is why she lingered just a little even if Life would worry or be angered at her hesitation. She could not help it. She knew her mother well, her attacks not a surprise but the impact was always great to see. But she hung back for two people, Riki and her ever growing potential and Vegeta who hadn’t proved his worth just yet.
Varris was focused on Riki, proving that even that creature knew the real trouble at hand. Its attacks had a center on Riki, who was dealing with it expertly. The monster’s gaze had become sharp and dangerous -- in the most literal sense possible. Wherever he looked it was like a hot knife to jello. It was melting through and evaporating anything with its eyesight. It started on the ground, wanting to erase the ground troops.
Tomoko, with her arm around Darion’s waist and swinging his arm around her shoulder, took a deep breath and vanished before the gaze could eradicate them. She took a massive leap toward the area where he had already gazed upon and when she looked up to trace the pathing of its gaze, in case it doubled back, she saw Vegeta get marked up by some of the beam.
There was an urge to yell out his name, as if yelling it would have stopped his pain. She did not. She gave a quick and hard “Fuck!” and then she fell to a knee because of the strain she put on her body to move her and the heavily armored Darion. Did she need to get up and gather Vegeta as well? A dead prince isn’t any good to her. She decided on it, pushing back up onto two legs with Darion using her as support. Before she could, however, purple streaks of light shone and tried to reach the heavens. The energy was heavy and thick with power. The lights stopped and Tomoko could feel the silences that followed for a split second.
And then Vegeta appeared out of thin air with a transformation that felt ancient and powerful all the same. “Whoa,” Tomoko said as she realized fully that Vegeta had tapped into some serious power. “I trust it. Now that is badass.”
Tomoko wasn’t skeptical of Vegeta’s ability to prove himself now. He could fill the void she was about to leave taking Darion to safety and she made sure to give Vegeta call out while he was trying rip off his arm. “Prince!!!! Appreciate it, fill in for ya girl.”
Tomoko grinned and then scanned the field again, looking for her mother and Riki. Varris is about to have his hands full. She finally took a look at Life while concentrating. “Sariel, be careful. I will take care of Darion, please make sure all my folks are taken care of.
Lilim. Riki. Cain. Vegeta.
They were her comrades. Even if she barely knew them.
She had finally locked onto a signature she was fishing for and when she found it, she teleported with Darion in her arms leaving the battlefield for a moment and taking herself right to the blacksmith, Jan’te.
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Post by Goku on Feb 13, 2024 2:59:50 GMT -5
Death, Divinity, and Life.
| CC3399 | WC: 848 / 13,895 / 81,970
| In the crashed Citadel of Dusk ~
The inner workings of the Citadel required constant maintenance - moreso now that it was crashed upon the walls of the Fortress. Jan'Te was not a fighter, nor a medic. His skills lay with sculpting metals and crafting armor and weapons - the essentials. The front, or back lines were not to be his place, but instead he opted to behind the scenes.
The Citadel was a weapon in and of itself. At Sariel's call, the old blacksmith would be all too happy to oblige and activate whichever function she demanded.
It was much to his surprise when the clank of armor filled the air. Turning on his heel, Jan'Te spun to be faced a woman and the Horseman of War himself - wait, no. Darion! The tired and ragged features of the man were plain on his face, and even the simple Blacksmith could taste the magic of revival in the air.
"Oh," he said simply. Without a word from the strange girl Jan'te rushed forward and scooped Darion from her. "I will take care of him. You are one of the allies - go, return," the blacksmith said in a polite but firm dismissive tone.
"What is this armor forged from, Darion? I can feel the craftmanship just from-"
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The power of the Primeval was wasted on the cowardly Celestial.
It was noted by most on the battlefield that despite a ferocious intent and appetite for destruction, the Eldrich horror was frail and blinded by a stupor. Nothing more than a mindless beast who sought nothing except the crunch, squish and crack of whatever it's attention had been set upon. The youngling, Riki, only proved this.
Such a simple beast.
The Demonic form of Cain deftly moved through the air to avoid the attacks of Riki, and now the unexpected introduction of the young Saiyan. A string of jealously struck his dark heart as the others on the battlefield expended excess energy as if it was nothing - a skill he had not yet regained. Still, his prowess would suffice to lead these chaotic ki-monsters to precision and victory.
Much as Cain radiated an aura that slowly removed barriers to ones inhibition to one's hunger, the Demon Queen equally inspired a sense of lust. Her touch - her kiss, it was almost enough to overpower the panging hunger his Crest demanded. Almost enough to make the immortal demon feel human once again. Almost.
Before the First Born could act he felt the tingling of life magic at his the tip of his senses. Like the petrichor to break the dry summer drought, it was welcomed.
The ground beneath Toffit split apart and three translucent chains were birthed from the planet. One golden link wrapped around the partially severed arm - thanks to the combined efforts of her defenders - and yanked the arm clean off and released a shower of primordial blood raining down upon all.
As the Horror roared in pain as its body was nearly toppled sideways, a dark power grew within the fanged maw. Before the swelling attack could gather, the second chain whipped around its neck tightly. Rotting, blood soaked flesh bulged against the tightness as the dark power imploded in upon itself and caused Varris' throat to expand chunks of foul flesh in all directions and exposed a chain-wrapped hole in the throat.
The third and final chain wrapped around the torso and again sunk into the flesh to restrict the armless, damaged Eldritch beast to in place. Despite it's handicaps, the mindless mutant struggled tirelessly against the ethereal chains.
"Creature of the Betrayer! Monster of the Shadows! By decree of the powers of the Horseman of Life, I sentence you, and your master, to death!" the Horseman of Life issued as her form rose into the air.
At a glance, she appeared visibly tired. Her face usually vibrant and stern, was now coated with blood and mud. Even the green hair that fluttered at her shoulders appeared in dulled tones. Any who were familiar with her would see she ran on pure determination.
The blade felt heavy in her hands, doubly so as Sariel gripped the hilt tightly and pointed the tip toward Varris. At the moment she felt as if her strength would falter, a gentle touch embraced her from behind.
As the scent of lavender broke through the odor of war, Arael's form came shining through. One arm extended outward, below Life's, to provide support and a steady hand, while the other arm wrapped around the woman's waist with the thin digits resting gently on her hip.
"We'll do this together, you and I," the angelic voice whispered. The warm breath hit the nape of Sariel's neck and reinvigorated her. "Along with the rest of our allies!" Arael shouted.
The tip of the Horseman's blade gathered strands of light, pooling together in a blinding white sphere of light that rapidly grew in diameter as the two Celestials funneled their energy into it.
"Now!"
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Post by Lilim on Feb 17, 2024 6:59:24 GMT -5
Lilim's lava whips wrapped around the behemoth's arm, seeking to sever the limb through sheer heat and grit, but she had underestimated just how strong her foe could become when enraged by Riki's attacks and maneuvers. With a startling pull, the Demon Queen was hoisted off her feet--her stance not being nearly enough to ground her in her attempt to restrain and dismember--and her grip was tight enough on the whip to send her flying in an arc before slamming violently onto the ground with a moderate quake. She groaned from the impact, the pain upon her side, shoulder, and wing palpable to stunning her for a moment, and her grip upon her impromptu weapon was released as she tried to regain her bearings.
She was barely halfway to her feet when she sensed the energy from the corrupted Celestial, causing her eyes to refocus upon the creature as it began to radiate a pair of potent beams from its gaze, the piercing vision slicing through stone, metal, and earth as easily as flesh, forcing even Lilim to push off with her wings, hands, and knees out of the line of attack. Her reaction was not quite as swift as she would have preferred, however, as the beams sliced through part of her wing and bits of her armor, leaving glowing wounds in their wake. She still possessed all of her limbs, but the searing heat was powerful--even for one such as Lilim--and she hissed and whinged from the pain of her wing becoming so grossly mangled. Though the wound was blessedly cauterized, the pain seemed all the heavier for it, and it was not the sexual kind of pain--it was precisely the sort of pain that threatened to overwhelm her in that moment, but she held fast to consciousness throughout.
It was at that moment when the Saiyan Prince had made his entrance onto the battlefield, his power suddenly changing into a different hue, drawing the Empress' gaze towards this sudden sensation. Her demonic eyes ran across enochian runes, the vibrant purple of his aura, and the tendrils of altogether-different flames licking from Vegeta's body. Her eyes widened as her mouth opened gape, surprise plain on her features. "No--you couldn't... there is no way you..." she said under her breath as she started to rise from her prone position on the ground, the pain in her wing subsiding--or more likely, ignored due to the spectacle a short distance away from her--and she could not help but stand idle as she witnessed the Saiyan rush forward in a brutal display of power. "How... how did he...?" she continued to whisper, still utterly flabbergasted by Vegeta's ability to control that kind of power. Was he getting assistance from somewhere...?
The shout from Tomoko regarding Vegeta filling in for her snapped Lilim out of her surprise, causing her to look towards her elder daughter, their gazes locking for a moment before the Succubus Archon smiled and nodded. It seemed Tomoko had another duty to attend to--namely, to try and restore Darion in some way--before the Bitch teleported away to another destination. On the one hand, Lilim was still surprised Tomoko was going out of her way for a previous opponent, but on the other hand, the Demoness was glad her daughter was out of harm's way, leaving Lilim to focus more on the fight ahead of them.
The pain rushed back to her, now that she was not distracted, and the succubus was forced back down to one knee as her face scrunched up in pain, her fangs gritted from the seared flesh of her wing. She was feeling exhausted by this point, having pushed a lot of her power and energy into fighting Darion, and then whatever-this-creature-was, and between the pain and fatigue, she really was starting to feel the limits to her abilities. "I won't be... surpassed like this," she said in prideful defiance, pushing herself back up to her feet. By this point, Cain, Sariel and Arael had rejoined the fray, restraining the creature with powerful chains conjured from Life energies, leaving the monstrosity open to assault--an opening that Lilim had to capitalize upon now!
"Tsac swodahs neves. dloterof setaf neves. Enola htaed dna, htaed seil htap nekorb eht fo dne eht ta tey!" she started to chant, demonic energies rising from her flesh and armor, runes of foul magics glowing upon her blackened-steel mail, adding what it could to her incantation. Her crimson eyes glowed through the helmet she wore, and her hands seemed to shake and strain from the sheer blast of energy she was conjuring, and the world seemed to tremble, as if a wound was being torn into it. "Ecarbme sselevol sti ni nword dna, ssenkrad eht ot seye ruoy nepo!" she continued, and the energies seemed to intensify, straining her every muscle to contain it, before her vision snapped back up towards the source of her ire--the eldritch-empowered celestial, now made into a mindless brute--her hatred leaking into the very air of the battlefield!
"Gnihctaw eb ton lliw sdog eht!" She roared loudly before unleashing the raw energies of demonic fury towards her target, seeking to overwhelm the creature with pure hatred, vitriol, and ire!
WC: 872 / 11461 / 82842
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Post by Vegeta on Feb 25, 2024 15:17:39 GMT -5
| Ultra Ego Vegeta - 17 y/o
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While Vegeta pulled and ripped at the joints and muscles in the monster's arm, someone or something else conjured chains of energy that rose from the ground, binding the creature's body further. Another chain wrapped around the arm and the saiyan felt it helping him. With only a little more effort, the appendage was yanked free of its socket.
Vegeta fell backwards, hit the ground with his back, and rolled to his feet again to see that the monster, though it struggled against its bonds, was trapped. Around him, his allies began to prepare for a final, definitive attack. He too took a step forward, but pain arced through his body forcing him to his knees. The smoke and fire rising from his body hadn't abated, but he could feel the immense pressure that the Primeval's power was placing on him.
You aren't ready to wield this power indefinitely.
Ignoring the voice, Vegeta pushed himself back to his feet, staggering drunkenly before straightening up. "Job's not done..." he muttered, raising his hands towards the restrained beast at the center of the battlefield. Blue energy gathered in his flattened palms, forming purple-cored orbs that expanded to a massive size.
"Big... Bang..."
This energy expenditure could be your last.
I am Prince Vegeta. Do not tell me what I am capable of.
Vegeta, sensing that those around him were moving to finish the creature, released his energy. "Attack!" The orbs flew forward, finding their unmoving mark. In the ensuing explosion, the saiyan couldn't see the outcome of the joint final assault. The voice was right, reducing his energy levels left him unable to maintain whatever transformation he had undergone. Completely tapped out, he fell flat on his back, the Toffit sky the only thing in his view.
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Post by Holly on Mar 3, 2024 16:08:20 GMT -5
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Darion was safe, and Tomoko looked to the blacksmith with a sigh of relief. She looked about his armory, with a bit of interest on maybe taking a thing or two to help with the battle that was quite a distance away. Closing her eyes, she decided not to. She looked down to Darion with her emotional output stale and her facial structure stoic.
“As a bitch of war, I want to say I am disappointed in you,” she said simply. “A fickle mind is either too easy to take control of or too hard to. Rest up, son. I’m heading to finish this fight with the rest of em, just like I was brought to do.”
She turned her back to him with her concentration focused on her mother’s energy signature. Tomoko drew in a deep breath, and felt the difficulty the motion was for her. She had expended a lot of life force to bring this man back from the dead, and she did so to add him to the battle -- only to have to babysit him and make sure her work was not wasted.
The vanished, air whipping everywhere at the pressure of her exit. She crossed between the dimensional place once again and with much more ease with not having to carry someone with her. When she arrived onto the battlefield again, she took in another deep breath masking the difficulty she went through to make these seemingly simple teleports.
Tomoko was here just in time to join what seemed to be the final blow on the creature. Her ose twisted, feeling the demonic energy that her mother was pulling forth -- it was a powerful and ancient use of power and true to its translation
The God would not be watching
The prince drew in the enhanced power he was given, forming it into a devastating attack to pair along side with Lilim’s and Tomoko knew she needed to add to it just as Riki will do the same soon after.
With her sword in hand, gripping the hilt tight, she channeled energy into the blade. The silver metal quick manifested destructive light as her power level shot upward along with her own aura that exploded off of her body. Her positioning was key, standing onto the ground and with a light job she placed herself a little closer to the chained beast so that when she swung her blade twice, in the shape of a cross, she created a massive and sharp energy construct that stood in place at first. With a yell she forced her palm forward to send the cross upward in an attempt to cleave this beast into four pieces with an energy so sharp it could slice into katchin.
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