The Death of a Prince – SS.

Scene setting – Wrath Castle.

This story is co-written with five other writers; Temp, Candle, Moo, Zetta and Fu.

 

Temp:  Astaroth wasn’t having any trouble in the battle so far, but it seemed that Mammon’s army sure was. The two clashing armies were definitely taking casualties, but from what he could see…Greed’s army wasn’t winning. It was hard to tell though, considering the scale of the battle.

His mind was busy thinking about the best way to support Mammon’s army, and at the same time defend himself. The same warrior from Wrath had been pestering him throughout the battle, and he was getting rather sick of it. The elephant that he had tossed seemed to have been completely ignored by the warrior, as it flew past him entirely. The man had jumped up and over it mid-launch, giving him more time to think about what to do. Astaroth decided that he would go all in, and shot forward into the air, flying straight towards the warrior. His mouth was wide open as he flew towards the warrior in the air, magma spewing forth while he brought his large clawed hands forward. There was magma, claws, and the jaws of Astaroth now heading straight for this pesky warrior of Wrath.

While all this happened it seemed Mammon had decided to take on Gabriel himself, which was not something Astaroth had expected…or wanted. If he kept this up, Mammon was going to get himself killed.

 

Fu:  

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– His aggravated mood just caused his body to twitch as his attention immediately went to the dick who dared to speak to him in such a tone considering he was missing a arm and was greatly at a handicap in this form. Leviathan’s sharp eyes looked straight into his soul as his arms gripped one another as tense as they possibly could as he took two steps closer , before a large lance appeared in his normal hand. The Prince of Envy’s hair began to float upwards as he held the lance behind him as if he was charging it , the air around him began to blow violently in a swirl before he uttered out –

”You don’t know how to shut the hell up. You are first…. ”

– Leviathan threw his lance towards at Gluttony with all of his strength . The Lance was coated with flames and it continued to spread outwards but the lance itself disappeared before it had touched Gluttony. A tunnel of flames would swirl around the two if successfully caught –

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– The Veiled Male would appear next to Cecil as he was battling as he revealed his fully detailed form to him , intending on giving him aid.-

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” You seem to need assistance. ”

– The Demon had said to him. He began to release more of his strength outwards which would seem vaguely similar to Leviathan’s himself . He threw a blade to the male to catch , a spare one he had alongside his main sword Eclipse which was known as Transcendance . –

” Take this , this will help you fight. ”

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Transcendance

Magical Spell Sword
1: Doubles Users Strength when held
2: Being a Magical Blade it contains runes that will explode and crack tough skin easily as physical defenses are null against it
3: Elements able to be channeled through this blade correlates to the user themselves as well as it’s previous user. Stored Element : Purple Flame

Weakness
1: Takes one turn to charge strength up. Following turn must be used doing something else as the blade is on cooldown.
2: Runes also follow this routine as well. Although you are able to work around it depending on the number of runes. Using 4 runes in one post means having to wait a turn for them to return , using 2 means you can use another 2 in the next post. Using one for each post means you will be able to use one for four posts before they have to reload.
 

 

Moo:  Oh, this was brilliant! Mammon looked crazed…more than that…he looked beastly! The armor was something unrecognizable, intimidating, and just down right scary. But Gabriel loved the new look. Much more approachable! Her grin never faded even as she watched the armor morph. Instead, she looked more crazed, chuckling under her breath as she stared intensely. His first attack was to lunge at her. So they would be in close-combat after all! His sword came forward, directed for her throat. She hardly required a moment of thought before her flames were present over her body once more, working to manipulate her defenses.
Gabriel’s armor morphed suddenly, the chest plate adding its own new addition in Hell-Fire. It was as simple as a piece of metal that jutted up and out–square in shape, though it came out to a point. His blade would simply make impact and slide along the added plate, skimming past her throat instead. If there had been any cut made, she didn’t feel it. She erupted with laughter as her blade was brought up full force. Much like Baal’s fist had made impact with Mammon’s gut, she planned to do the same with her sword. The impact would surely cause it to crush through the armor. If her foe would attempt a killing blow in the first minute of battle, so would she. …If the blade made contact with his body, it would protrude from his back and the flames would roar back to life. Hell-Fire was known for never-ending pain and suffering. She could have him engulfed in a matter of seconds.
However, her foe was not to be under-estimated. Gabriel’s claw would move rather quickly to attempt to catch his blade, although the screams filled her ear and never seemed to end. In fact, her metallic claw would give them higher pitch due to the vibrations and scraping. She thought she would be driven insane with pleasure! “So much pain! Agony! Fear!” she cried out in excitement.
The crazed woman had no intention of noting her surroundings. Anyone who would dare interrupt their battle would be engulfed in her flame, no matter who’s side they were on. No, she would enjoy this! Let Mammon die!

 

Candle:  Completely missing the lance that was throne at him, Baal looked at whoever the person who’d threw the lance at him and made a dull facial expression. He only had one arm so fighting would be pretty interesting, especially since he was able to create a hellfire arm.
“A lance? Haven’t seen that in a while.” He said out loud while backhanding someone and sending them flying into some lava. Fighting Leviathan wasn’t really what he wanted to do, after loosing a arm he wanted to go back to his kingdom and get a new one.
With the darkness consuming the fighting, Baal decided to go ahead and slip out of the fight. Why fight when you weren’t fully capable of giving a good fight? With that in mind he began shoving and smacking the life out of people to leave this fight.

 

Zetta:  Cecil was so focused on stopping this problem for Gabriel he hadn’t put any real thought into a defensive for him, his maximum offense would maybe challenge the Dragon. But as he saw the beast finally turn it’s monstrous form completely towards him he was overcome with a feeling of disdain.. If he died here, how could he continue to protect his love!? Who would remain after this to make sure she remained on the throne!.. His eyes opened wide, he would just have to charge forward and hope to get through that torrent of black magma, which normally he might have been only able to fend it off for a few moments with his giant, organic boomerang but then he would still meet problems when completely engulfed in the incoming pit of a mouth. Unable to shift himself in mid-air he accepted his end; But would do as much damage as he could to the beast before then…
Yet that thought faded as he noticed another beside him, flying with him while he swung himself towards the jaws of the beast. That one handed him a blade, to which Cecil gladly released his other weapon, which would proceed towards the Dragon as par the carrying of momentum. He hadn’t known a thing about it, but he recognized a rune-blade, one capable of several special effects with the only guide-lining order being Cecil’s own will.. Then; He would continue with his attack, though with much more confidence this time. As the meters closed between the two opponents, the man told him that he was only here with the Gate-keeper now because he would help him. This was much needed as he was considering his end would be here, swarmed in a fire that his organic material could not completely resist, and he had put himself in a direct confrontation with it..

This weapon would be his, for at least this battle sequence, and he would carve out victory for his Lady, she would likely prevail against that wounded Prince. While he, her underling would subdue this beast with the help of a new ally. His arms were still bulk with additional massive strength, while he already had a great strength to boast, with this he could face those pyres for a decent bit. But upon clenching the blade in his hand his collective of might was bolstered to greater heights, seemingly doubling as his veins thickened and became much more denser and defined.. As the flames approached he swung his new-found sword horizontally, splitting the flames in two while charging a torrential attack of his own. He would dive inside of the beast as it’s mouth was opened wide, continuously clearing a way through the magma with the enchanted weapon. Waves of force swarming the internal sides of the dragon would slice the insides of the dragon, along with whatever the blade directly came across, intestines included.. Like this he avoided contact with those pesky scales, and like any dragon would exploit it’s weaker innards in it’s huge body. He willed a rune to break within, unaware of what exactly would happen but it seemed to allow him to slice through even the bones he came in contact with easily he would use one rune after another. After coming past four bone structures though the effect faded. But Cecil rapidly swung his arm back and forth, fanning away what would be certain doom as rushes of magma continued to form, burning his clothes, but the blade cut away most of what came at him. With his organically enhanced body, though the man was not charred quickly enough that he succumbed to enough pain to drop the blade. For each ember along his jacket and eventually skin he grunted in pain. The beast flew through the air and Cecil moved throughout it’s body fast through his way of projection.

All he could hope for if he was not sooner burnt to a crisp was that the body did not collapse as the ton of weight and gravity would have him unconscious for a good deal of time if not the entire remainder of the fighting. While then the swarming magma could pool on his fallen body. Cecil was prepared for a lighter landing though, he could recognize a descent however and act against impending death.

 

Razorbackwriter:  This was the moment that all had been waiting for. Gabriel and Mammon going head to head in a battle that was fast as it was brutal. The Beserker armor was now in control. The wearer – Mammon was nothing more than a puppet within. A life force that continued to live till the last drop of blood was to spill from his body. Without a doubt, Gabriel was a formidable opponent. She had talents and abilities that far outstripped the weaker Princes of Hell. She had proved this in her fights previous and it was the reason that Belial and her son were now dead. Course….not everything always goes as planned.

In the effort by Mammon to strike Gabriel through the throat, she had conjured her hellfire to create armor plating that would block the strike of the blade tip and send it off course to shoot down the side of her neck instead. The strong sound of the blade striking the hellfire armor would be like nails down a black board. Sending a shiver through the spines of those with weak minds. The armor, then did something unusual. In a reaction so swift, the Prince of Greed flung his arm outward and released the blade handle from his hold as he muttered an incantation in rhefugi….which said simply.

“Wah-teae!” (translation : “Home!”)

The sword shone as it de-materialized and vanished from sight. Where would it land, you might ask? Right at the feet of Lydia. The Beserker’s armors owner.

The oncoming sword strike from Gabriel would strike true, slicing right through Beserker as it was planned all along. The armor was spliced, the sword going right through the body of Mammon – who screamed out in shock, but not in pain. He was too far gone for his mind to feel. Blood was pouring out of his back forming a rich puddle upon the floor. The hellfire of the blade now ripping through the insides of suit and lighting up the eyes of the Skull helm like a jack-o-lantern. Gabriel’s attempted grab of the sword that no long was there could have left her flailing, but it was doubtful. She would no doubt be delighted to have made the sword strike.

Now the Prince of Greed was face to face with the Princess of Wrath. The final moments were going to be the most sweet. The jaw of the skull armor opened and a foul green looking mist appeared as the dying words of Mammon rang out a curse that was to plague Gabriel till she could find a way to stop it.

“Efzofesu ez fas uail afdu pilzy, bal es qedd xy qalzy. Sa berws deny o tof, uai qedd xypaty afy. Sez tu kuefr qezw ofk za rlofsyk qesw WEZ xdyzzefr. Sedd kyosw patyz, uai qedd xy deny OKOT! O TOF YFYL TALY!”

(translation : “Insanity is not your only curse, for it will be worse. To fight like a man, you will become one. Tis my dying wish and so granted with HIS blessing. Till death comes, you will be like ADAM! A MAN EVER MORE!”)

The castle was then rocked by a massive shock wave as the Beserker armor started to break apart. Each piece vanishing and only to leave the pathetic form of Mammon on his knees. Clutching the blade that was within his body. Death like eyes stared up at Gabriel till rolling back into his head and he fell forward.

No other word said.

 

~RB~

 

 

Budgie Smugglers? – GS

 

Scene setting – Jax’s Coffee House.

co-written with VunG & Moo.

 

VunG:  The look on Tommy’s face made Elissa feel actually kind of bad, and while she actually trying to drive a wedge in between the friends, she felt like that was what she was doing. It was never her intent, it was never her desire, and right now she hoped that she could fix it. However, social encounters weren’t exactly her cup of tea, and as she looked between the two she felt utterly helpless, her muteness once again proving a hindrance to everything that she needed to do. She didn’t care what happened between Frank and the girl, and to some extent she didn’t actually care about solving Rory’s murder. That sounded like a horrible thing in her head, but what she cared about was the fate of the living right now; she needed to see to it that Frank was taken care of. She wanted Rory’s murder solved, definitely, but the dead could wait.

Thankfully, her blunder would be solved, in a manner of speaking as Sophia came over and went on to gush over the detective’s work, giving Frank just the right sort of attention. Granted, she was still a little annoyed with Tommy, but not enough to want him out of the picture; it was a lapse in judgment, nothing more. Despite feeling utterly humiliated by her mistake, she couldn’t help but feel a little smile slip onto her face as she watched the heartwarming reaction between the three of them, particularly how sweet it was to see Frank and the girl go about trading numbers. Even if it didn’t turn into anything, she kind of hoped that he found someone in his life; nobody deserved to deal with what he went through.

While the two went about reconciling, she quickly pulled out her own notepad and wrote a simple note for Sophia: *Thank you.* With that, she went over to the two of them, assuming neither of them had a coffee in their hands, went over and pushed the boys together, a slight smirk on her face as she silently declared this ‘group hug time.’


Sasha laughed and waved off her apology, chuckling at his own jumpiness, “It’s fine, no problem.” As Sophia went about taking his order, he had to admit that there was something cute about the way she seemed so cheerful, and it was alway nice when someone else was equally excited. Even if it was as simple as learning where a potential friend works so you can maybe do something to brighten their day when they’re feeling down. And, as usual, he was more than happy to have someone to talk to who wasn’t weirded out by his energy; even if it was just circumstances bringing them together. Still, business came first, and almost as soon as it happened she was off, and promptly dealing with that trio of other customers… actually did he recognize them? He felt like he recognized the blonde fellow… news maybe? That was an interesting thing, it was kind of funny to see celebrities out in normal locations. His work was forgotten now, all he could think to do was just watch what was going on with innocent curiosity.

 

Moo:  Much to her relief, neither of the men had taken her request in the wrong way. Had they been anyone else, perhaps she would have been teased relentlessly. So, Sophia smiled while the two men seemed to soften, having re-assured them. Of course she realized this could potentially put her in a tight situation… She had dropped the act in order to bring them back together again. Lying really never did suit Sophia; it was the hardest thing to pull off, as she herself had a good sense of justice. Little would these investigators know, she had her own interests in the subject, her major being Forensic Science. Naturally, it wasn’t the same as what the three of them did…but more or less, it took a similar mindset to get into. Though, if they hadn’t really thought about it in depth, she could remain the innocent barista. She nodded and took Tommy’s card, then Frank’s napkin, and put them into her pocket. “Thank you.” Would she really use them? Was it a good idea to associate herself with people like this? She pushed the debate from her head, deciding that now wasn’t the time for it. This certainly wasn’t the time to be serious…the men were clearly cracking jokes after Tommy had addressed her ‘first page’ comment.

Sophia found herself laughing with Tommy’s wit. The more the men conversed, the more entertaining the situation had become. She was able to smile while she mellowed out, clearly feeling much better that the two had made up. It had been apparent these two men were close, so for them to fight must have been normal. Especially with how quickly they were able to make up. It seemed Elissa felt the same way, as she quickly wrote on her notepad. Sophia stepped closer with a dash of curiosity and read two simple words: thank you. To this, her smile brightened, reaching her eyes. “You’re welcome,” she replied. “Take care of them, will you?” She laughed lightly. Clearly, they would need someone to keep them out of trouble. And with a peace offering between the two, and having fixed the situation, she was able to turn back to her business. The waitress decided to make that mocha, as to not keep her friend waiting while he worked on his project. Then she would be able to go clean up their area.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Funny how one minute the guys could be at each other’s throats ,and then they are all good again. Course when Elissa suggested a group hug, the two glanced at each other and mouthed “Gay” Instead, each hugged her separately, before giving each other a fist bump. With phone numbers exchanged and the mood having lifted, Frank would take up Tommy’s offer of a free shirt from his boot. Who else but Tommy would keep spare clothes in the boot of his car. Come to think of it, Tommy wasn’t home much as his work often took him out on the field – much to Tamika’s annoyance. Leaving an extra tip for Sophia, the guys would head for the door, Tommy remembering his lap top and the envelope of photos. The hard evidence in this case. Course, they had to find the person who took the images, and Frank already had a hunch. First things first….his shirt. Frank this time held the door, much to Tommy’s surprise. Was the rough edged cop going a bit soft? Not really, he just wanted to be the last one out to wave to Sophia. The girl had caught his eye, but he was too shy to make any fancy moves. Once all were out, he would give the waitress a friendly wave, before joining the others out on the street. Tommy went straight to the boot of his car and popped it, reaching in for his second sports bag, where he kept a change of clothes. He pulled out a silk shirt. The kind from those top end of town men’s stores. It was probably worth about two hundred dollars. Frank was taking off his jacket, and then saw what Tommy was offering.“Damn…are you loaded or something?” He didn’t think the reporter’s job paid that well. Tommy shrugged off the comment as he took Frank’s dirty shirt. “I do some….part time modeling on the side.” He said without faltering. This was news. Tommy……a model? “Yeah? What kind?” The detective knew there were all kinds of models and so was intrigued to hear what his pal had to say. Sheepishly, he mumbled. “Underwear.”

“Ahahahahaha. You model budgie smugglers?”

Frank couldn’t stop laughing, while Tommy went bright red.

“Shut up.”

“Hey Elissa. Bet you would love to see a shot of him in his y fronts.” Frank wiggled his brow, as he finished putting on the crisp shirt, which just fitted….just. Placing the coat on over it, Frank closed the boot and kept chuckling, before sobering up to remember just what they had next on the cards. To go back to the place where Rory was murdered.

“Okay, I’m ready. We need to go down to Fifth and Maple Street. That is where…..yeah.” Soon as he said, that, he got into Tommy’s car. The search for clues and a witness was on.

 

~RB~