Terakus – Destroyer’s Domain : Shattered Dimensions.

Terakus -The Destructor’s Domain 

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The building of this colossal residence and chambers of the Destructor began many centuries ago. Only finished within weeks of the awakening of the Destructor, it has been created to house some of the darkest magics ever found on Terakus. With over one thousand rooms, and catering to every whim of the Dark Lord Destructor, it is a fitting to tribute to the rise once again of the Anti-God; Gizora.

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Terakus -The Destructor’s Domain

A palace like no other. Towering turrets that shot off into the sky above – clearing the very clouds and dominating the landscape. The stone that was used in its construction had a certain golden fleck to it, that reflected the light of the three suns, and made it radiate even more heat than that which came from the underground caverns below the crusted rock. With large open air windows scattered in what looked to be a haphazard fashion, it actually allowed the air to circulate better than through normal means. The architect was either a genius or a certified whack job, but his skill had brought about the most amazing building in all of Terakus.

Getting out of the vehicle, which was now being driven off to the garages with the rest of the Destructor’s fleet, Gizora gazed upon the marvel of the tall statues that were much like massive gargoyles. Stone creatures that could be magically brought to life. Rock warriors. An ingenious idea for the front entrance. Passing beneath the monoliths, Gizora gestured with a finger for Charlie to follow inside. On passing through the opening double doors, the Dark Lord found himself in a massive foyer. Servants were in rows, all dressed in black and gold, bowing as Gizora passed them for inspection. Feeling completely at home, Gizora untied the robed that had been placed so carefully around his neck by Charlie and simply let it fall to the floor. With her bare bottom exposed, she swung her hips and went for the stairs. Time to find something more comfortable to wear. Giz knew that the Dark Lords would soon be at their door, to welcome Gizora to Terakus officially. There was much to do in the meantime, and getting ready was only one of them.

With a sexy laugh Gizora went in search of her closet.

“It better be big!” She sung out. No doubt Charlie would follow along behind.

Reaching the top of the second story, Gizora came to a long corridor with even more servants. There was clearly going to be very little privacy. Not that Giz cared. He was starting to enjoy this. Room after room of dark chambers, offices…and then it he reached it. Gizora’s private chambers. The doors opened to reveal opulence that would have any noble salivate…and it was all his.

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“Oh Charlie. It’s beautiful.” And it was. Opening the closet doors, there were racks and racks of clothing – many were for men, but there was a large selection for women (thank goodness) and Gizora waltzed in with a bounce to her step as she surveyed the many racks of designer clothes. Labels, names, shoes…accessories. Gizora was quick to pick out a red dress, feeling it better to dress up a bit with the possibility of guests real soon.

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Admiring herself in the mirror, she fluffed her hair and winked at her own image.

“Wait till they get a load of me.”

~RB~

 

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” OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!! Your house is so sparkly, I’m going blind with envyyyy ~ ”

– Charlie began to slow down considerably as he observed home of his Lord ; staring , pointing , touching and screaming in excitement . His mannerisms at this point in time was similar to that of a boy who has entered a candystore for the first time , too much excitement to keep him sane ; but then again was he ever truly that ? As he motioned closer to her Charlie would find out that the robe she was wearing was on the ground ; so did that mean ? . . . Charlie spun around until he got dizzy trying to forget the thoughts on his head before realizing he would lose Gizora in the house if he didn’t keep up so he returned to chasing after her . It didn’t take too long to reach her as he began running to get close enough to hear her mention the closet while he was a few paces behind her and would reply –

” It’s the biggest ! ………….. I think ~ ”

– Charlie would say in a upbeat tone and then went unsure since he didn’t ever see it for himself but was certain it had to be at least impressive by his standards if anything . Nothing less then extraordinary for his lord , otherwise they’d pay for it with their lives for their lack of respect in reaching the ideal satisfaction of Gizora . Charlie would begin speeding up , running down the hallway with his hands up in the air as if he was a airplane soaring through the sky , motioning his shoulders up and down from side to side as he did. Once he reached the door just outside of Gizora’s closet he would stand right on the border of it and bow enthusiastically , doing so with too much spirit he had seemed like a kid trying to act like a soldier and failing hard at it. However due to the design of the building and the fact the area they were in was more or less close to vacant , the audible sounds of people approaching the area could be heard ; so it could be inferred that people were possibly on their way. Charlie would stare curiously at the direction of the nose while wondering if Gizora wanted him to go tell them to wait or to let them in .-

” Is the rest of Terakus ready to see youuuuu ? ”

 

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Was the rest of Terakus ready for Lucifer? It was the question Onryo had been asking himself since he had heard the news that Charlie and the other priests were preparing for the ritual. The dark lords had not been permitted to attend. Even if they had been, he himself likely would have declined the honor confusing such rituals tended to attract many powerful spirits that would come asking for retribution. In any case, it had been many hours since they announced the beginning of this dark sacrifice that had left Onryo unable to sleep and pacing so much amongst his chambers that one may believe the soles of his boots to wear away from the friction. He had even denied any food served to him from the small dark and bodiless spirits that squeaked in worry for him throughout the dark and empty hallways only lit with candlelight.

Onryo’s domain was a confusing place made up mostly of deformed and malicious spirit going through the motions as if they were still alive alongside outcasts and monsters. The sight of them would be frightening to anyone else that they lacked any other place to go. A neverending nightmare and labyrinth of strange sights. There was barely anything that could be considered alive there other than the dark lord himself. He had grown accustomed to that way of life since their master had gone away so long as to restore himself of the battles against Alteria. Onryo had come to eventually embrace his role, fighting to avenge the youkai that could not defend themselves from the humans and bringers of light that slaughtered them out of fear even though he was the one to be feared truly..

Such thoughts that consumed the dark lord of the comparison of long ago to now. He was not sure what he felt about this situation. Perhaps nothing at all expect to assume his role once more..or was there something there? Discomforting. Onryo felt he had lived amongst the dead for too long. His mind continued to roam in his pondering even now that he easily sat upon the large sill of a wide open window that offered a wonderful view of the dark swirling clouds encircling this place with shots of purple electricity veining out through the surface. He would not have been surprised if that was part of the magic of this castle as well that he could feel the powerful dark magics teeming throughout every crevice.

Having not yet been informed of their master’s arrival, Onryo continued to await them comfortably enough in leaning back to allow his heavy golden gaze to peer outward to the beyond with no visible emotion upon his features that were accenuated only by the feathered mask he wore. No one would think he was more magically inclined with the toned physique that lay wrapped intricately in layers of dark magician robes. Long tresses that ranged from dark purple to black flowed down his back that led up to similarly colored engraved horns that were notably scarred likely from the many battles before. Long slender fingers with long sharp black claw-like nails held a long kiseru type pipe. Moments passed that he brought this pipe to his pale lips to take in the delicious smoke from the silver metal end from before releasing slowly. Some form of tenseness within his form began to ease up.

Having been summoning to await the Destroyer, Onryo had not yet seen any of the dark lords. Some he had not seen for many years though he did not believe for a moment that anything dire had become of them. They had come to earn their status for a reason. It had been sometime that he remained there quietly amongst his thoughts in that dark place that eventually a demonic butler with the appearance of an old man couples with a black horns and pitchfork tail bowed lowly before making the offer to escort him to Lucifer’s chambers. Shifting to settle the pipe within a hidden pocket of his robes, Onryo nodded once in agreement to this. This was his first time setting foot in this place after all.

Standing to his full tall height, the demonic youkai stretched his limbs a bit before he had taken to following the butler with the heavy sound of boots tapping against the floor that alarmed those nearby that they were headed towards their location. They arrived at a luxuriously designed double doorway where his pointed ears perked to hear the voices of others inside but could not make it out exactly. A woman..? It could even be a mistress to his master. The butler came to knock lightly at the door to see if they were ready to recieve the dark lords. Onryo waited quietly, coming to lace his hands together in front. Perhaps that feeling of discomfort came that it felt like time was moving for him once again..

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Terakus – Destroyer’s Domain 

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“You know Charlie? I’m going to miss peeing standing up.” This off the cuff comment was thrown out as Gizora turned this way and that in front of a series of glass looking mirrors. Taller than the Destructor, who was now a lot smaller in frame due to his current sex. This was going to take some getting used to. Not to mention how his Dark Lords would react to the …change. But with all things there are some doubts and a lot of questions. Clearly, the reason for the switch had to do with Alterus. That was something that Gizora was going to have to look into. The red sheer silk dress clung superbly to the Dark Lord’s figure and he had to admit that it felt really good against his skin. It was a lot better to see him actually dressed, than romping about naked like he had before. Slipping into some stunning red stilettos, Gizora bent over to lace each one up, with her chestnut tresses falling forward to shield her face like a fine veil. It was at that moment that there was a knock on the chamber doors.

~KNOCK KNOCK~

“Presenting his Excellence the Dark Lord Onryo.”

The twin doors to Gizora’s chambers swung open, only for Onyro to catch a glimpse of what was the Destructor’s shapely silk covered backside.

“Already?” Gizora was not exactly ready and snapped back up, with her hair flying back. She turned her head to look back over her shoulder and instantly recognized the well dressed Dark lord standing just shy of the door.

“Onryo! Been a few years. Come in.” Totally forgetting that the Dark Lord night not recognize him like this. It was only when he saw his reflection that he paused and then beamed. “And before you say anything….It’s still me underneath….this.” He swept his well manicured hand in front of him like a model on one of those game shows.“Something to do with the genetic sampling….or…just that freaking planet where the Observer keeps his minions. I don’t know.” Yes, it was still a mystery to the Destroyer, but one he was going to figure out.

Gizora sashayed across the floor, very much like you would expect a woman too, and extended a hand to shake Onryo’s. It was also then that the Destructor could smell tobacco. Oh what he wouldn’t give for a cigar right now. The demonic youkai was of course much taller than Gizora, but he could easily see that he knew his place in the scheme of things by the way in which he held his body.

“I take it that you have met Charlie.” He gestured to the white haired assistant who had shown such exuberance in Gizora’s awakening. “Top bloke. A real keeper. Only one game enough to test my tits to see if they were real. Well, aside from me of course.” Gizora winked and then gestured for the door.

“A tour…that is what I want. And a cigar….maybe some brandy.’ Gizora marched forwards towards the door.

Yes….the MASTER was in the House.

~RB~

 

 

[ 2nd Dungeon] : Abyssmal Core – Shattered Dimensions.

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When it began

There was only a blanket of dark clouds

As if it was a omen.

What did this bring ?

Nothing but a door .

Is that right ?

Absolutely not.

Welcome to the Second Dungeon.

Venture into the unknown to retrieve what rightfully belongs to you.

Requirements :

1. Grant must come otherwise the door won’t open. Other entree’s are allowed , however do they really stand a chance here? . .
2. Have a good pair of eyeballs. You’ll need the perception. .

 

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[ 2nd Dungeon] : Abyssmal Core 

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Can you believe that Grant ran…yes ran from the restaurant where he was about to have dinner with Kasumi, when he heard the voice that called out only to him.

? ? ? ” Come………. Come find me……….. It is your destiny to make me yours. ”

Grant had no idea what it was that had sung out to him, but it was his destiny, and although Grant didn’t normally pay attention to the voices in his head, this one was so alluring, that he simply could not resist the temptation. He had a vision, a vision of a grand door that was built into a rock wall many thousands of feet high. Carrying only his backpack and the two swords that had been gifted to him by the Queen, he was not exactly prepared for a quest, but that was exactly what he was getting himself into. As he ran along, arms flailing and babbling about how he was coming, Kasumi might have thought that Grant had lost his marbles. Well, that was how it looked. Surely she could not hear the voice, but she would have heard and felt the earth tremor as the second dungeon appeared.

The young comic con conventioneer ran on…and on till he had left the city limits and was now running through a field, that was between the palace and the last lights of the city. If he had bothered to take notice, a dark mist was rolling across the grasses, which gave this trek a much more sinister feel to it. How on earth Grant had so much energy to keep mindlessly running towards his goal would be beyond understanding, however, what called him had made a connection that defied logic. This wasn’t about fate. This was about destiny.

Soon the large imposing rock wall monolith was before him. It overshadowed everything, with two tall pylons that went up into the sky, featuring large gruesome statues at the top. Peering down at the man and Kitsune. There was a stairway that led to two ancient rock doors. Carved into the very stone face. Only one problem, there were no knockers, no bells…..no sign of how they were to open.

Approaching the doors, Grant finally bent down and placed his hands on his knees and started to catch his breath.

 

~RB~

 

Kiri:  

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Main Theme: I’ll carry on

Kasumi was not, and to repeat, was NOT in the mood for anyone’s crap. The very fact of her ears still being flat on her head while she ran beside Grant, and the look of uncomfortable fear, gave an almost cuter look to her for once. Something that hadn’t been seen yet. You could tell the earthquake had shaken her up, and she wasn’t happy about that at all. Sure, she felt fine from the light now, that wasn’t the issue at this point. It was the fact she was mortally terrified, but she couldn’t let Grant go on his own. He might need the help of someone used to Illusions and other such things. Who knew what was in there, and whatever was in there wasn’t going to be super friendly. She knew that, but honestly. She didn’t give a flying care in this world. She had to watch out for the kid, especially now that he was going to get himself involved in a hell of a lot of trouble.

Kasumi kept up with Grant easily, but unlike him she was way, way more in tune with such a sinister feeling; the dark mist that surrounded the duo caused her fur to stand on end, making her shiver as she ran, only making her look even more cutesy and nervous. Which . . . hopefully didn’t give Grant any wrong ideas. Even with the physiology of a canine, Kasumi was far faster, stronger and more powerful than any dog. Surely this man could understand that much at least…. could he? How much anime had he seen about Kitsune? Hopefully enough to understand that they were nothing to really play with. Who really knew? She knew enough about the world to know that anime didn’t get everything right, but they got the fact that all Yokai are incredibly strong correct. Insanely strong. Maybe not so to everything, but even so. They were powerful, and they could grow stronger as they aged. Kitsune naturally grew stronger as they grew older and obtained more tails; and considering the fact that their abilities make them completely unpredictable makes it difficult for many people to take them on easily.

Kasumi slowed as they reached the doors, but definitely stuck right beside Grant. Nervous as hell and ready to bolt at any moment. Who could blame her though..?

 

Fu:  Abyssmal Core Gate –> Abyssmal Garden Maze

– The gate slowly opened , creaking as it progressively continued to reveal what laid within. It sensed Grant, and therefore it was content with the outcome , it creaked as it continued to open . How much further until it was over ? How much longer ? The inside of the door would initially shine a blinding white light but dimmered into a ghastly darkness , beckoning whoever stood at the face of it inside. There was no turning back here , clearly danger of some sort would lay inside. The two more or less would have to put their skills to the test . What skills would be most vital here? The entrance had a extremely strong suction that would pull them in instantly and once inside they would find themselves –

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– The two found themselves at the entrance of a maze with numerous pathways , and overhead they could see a large white light spiralling somewhere in the middle of the area . The numerous entrances into the maze were quite foggy, all of them were at differing degrees and something felt odd. Something weird. The entrances each gave off a different feeling and it was clear that this was also about luck of the choice , navigation and understanding . These paths were mysterious and lush nature covered some of the pathways and even the thoughts on how to proceed seemed difficult but thankfully a person appeared not too long after. It seemed this person was going to help them to some degree. –

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Seeker of the mask

Come forth and choose a path

If it is treasure that you seek

Look for the trail that the birds flee

– The Elderly person cackled and turned, walking towards one of the pathways of the maze before the figure itself collapsed upon itself and left only the robe and the orb that it held , upon inspections of the other pathways ; only one path : The left-center path held several bird feathers at the entrance . What was the choice these two will make ? –

 

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Abyssmal Core Gate –> Abyssmal Garden Maze

Like something out of a really cool questing game, or even a wicked old adventure movie, the great wall of rock groaned loudly. Bits of small broken rock tumbled down, as the side of the mountain was preparing to open its belly to the pair that stood before it’s doors. Having been totally consumed by the voice inside his head, it was only now that he realized that Kasumi the Kitsune had been right by his side the whole way from the restaurant. And to top it off she didn’t even look like she had broken a sweat in the run from town. It made him realize that the girl was not about to leave him to a possible dangerous fate behind those doors. For a moment, Grant wondered if he could live with himself if something happened to the Kitsune.

Light. Blinding enough to make the pair almost heed to turn their heads away as it was simply too dazzling for words. This was what welcomed the pair. “Woah.” Grant was one of few words when it came to something as marvelous and fanciful as what they were facing. Grant needed to shield his eyes, till the strong light started to fade. The inner power had now felt that the chosen one was finally here.

But before he could speak again, there was a vacuum like pull that occurred as the doors opened fully. This meant that Grant and Kasumi were both dragged into the massive temple like building. Their feet scraping along the ground as the power within brought them deeper inside. It was only when they were inside that the doors closed in behind them.

Grant spun around sharply. Trying to get his bearings, and also seeing that the doors were indeed shut tight. Trapping the pair inside. The only way to go was forward. What confronted the pair was a massive maze, and in the distance you could see the spiraling affect of a bright light at what might possibly be the center of it all. But which way to go? That answer would come in the shape of a being that approached Grant and Kasumi. Grant kept looking behind the individual, still trying to take in all he could about the maze. Lush and dark, it looked to house exotic creatures, if he didn’t know better. Like on some strange island. Only this was in the side of a mountain.

Seeker of the mask

Come forth and choose a path

If it is treasure that you seek

Look for the trail that the birds flee

Seeker of the mask? Grant wondered for a moment, and then realized that the elderly person was talking to him. Grant touched his chest to show he questioned that it was him, before lowering his arm and then taking heed of the first instruction. Come forth and chose a path

With multiple paths, it was a case of which one to chose, but the riddle continued that if it was treasure that he sought, then he needed to look for the trail that birds flee.

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The elderly robed man then walked into one of the other paths and collapsed in on himself, taking the orb with him. Like a guide, but one that only gave away clues, not clear instructions.

“Look for the trail that the birds flee.”

There was one, that had several bird feathers at the entrance. Now, if a bird panics and flees, they often drop tail feathers. it was not uncommon. Bending down, he picked up one of the feathers and then stared down that path.

“I’m going to try this one. Birds were here.” Motioning for the Kitsune to follow. Grant started down the left center path.

 

~RB~

 

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Kasumi was completely on edge, as aforementioned; though, as one might expect, she swallowed that fear and stayed next to Grant. Completely, and utterly, ready and willing to pick him up and bolt at the slightest sign of any real danger to his health. Of course, that’s when the doors began to open, and her hand flew back and gripped the handle of the nearest weapon she had without having to create one. Hirai Hime, the very weapon that her father had given her; a weapon that she held entirely dear to her heart as it was the last connection to him that she had. Without much thought behind the action, she drew the weapon, extending it and morphing it into its true state with every moment that she pulled it from its sheath; revealing a three foot long katana with a white blade and a white wire hilt-wrap. Her grip was loose on the weapon, letting its tip point away and out from her body towards the ground; keeping it out of her way whenever the duo got dragged straight into the place.

Kasumi too, just as well as Grant, listened to the woman’s words, only with less excitement and far more caution. Something that should have been obvious to anyone; but then again, Grant wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box when it came to things like this. Kasumi was actually looking back and forth between several of the paths, trying to discern a bit of information from them using her sight, smell and hearing but to no avail until Grant immediately said something about going down a path. While she had noticed the feathers, caution was ruling her actions at the moment, not her predator instincts; she was a sentient being after all, she did have a train of thought other than hunt, kill, repeat. Kasumi ran up to him, walking with him while speaking in an almost impatient tone of voice.

“Mister Taylor, are you nuts? I understand your excitement, but caution and common sense should be pr-“

Kasumi let out a sigh, cutting herself off at the beginning of a word. This wasn’t the time to be lecturing him, no; if they got out of this alive on the other hand…. Well, he was in for a damn good lecture from her. Kasumi looked up at him as they walked, keeping pace with ease while also giving him room to avoid hitting him with Hirai Hime, as much as she would love to give him a few gentle taps on the head with the back of the blade.

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“Never mind, enough of my own idiocy. God knows I’m not always the most sensible. What’s your plan then? Since you rushed in here like a madman.”

At that, Kasumi gave a small laugh, her head dropping before she looked back up at the man with a smile.

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“Let’s see what you can do, aye?”