Terakus – Destroyer’s Domain (1) : Shattered Dimensions.

The Anti God Gizora was now assembling his Dark Lords for the first time in centuries.  Were they ready for the Destroyer’s current physical form?

 

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” Peeing standing up makes your wee-wee stream go down , lefties and rightsies ; aiming is hard ain’t it ? I like to act like it’s sprinklers ~”

– Charlie would turn around and run in circles with his hands up in a airplane motion while slowly running into Gizora’s proxcimity after speaking . It would be weird for someone to actually describe their own behind closed doors activities but Charlie spoke with great confidence , most would find it hard to actually respond correctly without feeling disgusted . He stayed still behind Gizora to her side while listening to her talk to Onryo and not before long he would begin fidgeting his legs while waving at the Dark Lord once he was introduced and slowly motioned towards the door while his eyes stayed on the door heavily gazing at the idea of ………. Well yeah.-

” Speaking of Wee wee’s . Lord Gizora can I……… go ? ”

 

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Onryo’s heavily lidded golden gaze lifted to the butler that graciously announced his presence to those within that he now began to rethink the idea of visiting their Dark Master without the other Dark Lords in tow. Typically, the four of them had always been together during such interactions that he felt comfortable on only being called upon when he was needed. Yet, how long had it been since he had seen them? Aside from Vithra who checked up on him on occasion. Many centuries since he had retreated like a hermit to his domain. He had perhaps grown accustomed to being in the presence of the dead rather than the living.

Regardless, those double doors came spreading wide to reveal the wide and luxurious suite that was well suited to belong to any King.The dark lord’s lips trembled with words that came to find no sound at all. Onryo was frozen momentarily to that spot with widened eyes almost like a deer in headlight’s whenever it was impossible to ignore the shapely backside that was straight ahead of him. It appeared he had come at a most inconvenient moment..One that would cost him his life once his master knew he had walked in upon his lady. So, he was to die here? No more than a blood splattered upon these polished floors to walk forever like one of his spirits on barren lands..There was not a hope to cling to at this point.It was over for him even before the battle started.

“My lord..I..” What could be said to save him? Eyes settled closed with his jaw setting to become more tense that Onryo was attempting to resign himself to this mundane sort of fate. All of such dire thoughts consumed him until he heard this Lady’s voice that those golden depths blinked awake with a sense of confusion clouding his calm expression “You know of my name..? Forgive me..It has been perhaps many centuries since I have seen my lord. The passage of time has grown..strange to me.” His voice was devoid of anything but an eagerness to solve this mystery that he pondered if it was his own mind playing tricks on him. Surely not..

Slowly, the strong unmistakable presence of his lord began to make itself known in such a way that Onryo couldn’t help but recall the feeling..Within the small delicate frame contained all that power of the destructor. Raising a clawed hand to his broad chest covered by the many layers he wore, Onryo’s horned head bowed low in deep reverence to his lord regardless of this transformation “My..lord, It is a pleasure to that the ritual has born fruit to your resurrection and former power restored to you. I have learned amongst the spirits..It is not the vessel that matters so much as what is within.” Raising to his full height that now was much greater than his lord now, he did so in enough time to extend his hand to shake his hand as well.. It was unexpected but he normally did not speak with their Master alone after all. The dark lord pressed a dark nail to tapped at his chin thoughtfully whenever Gizora mentioned the observer’s hand in this unexpected event “I would not be too surprised if the Observer had a hand in this. Gauging his actions to this point, he so does love his games and trickery..”he stated, with heavy eyes narrowing ever so briefly.

He felt himself silly for standing there in the doorway for so long that the tall lord took it upon himself to join them further within the confines of the room, hearing the double doors softly close behind him. Turning his attention to the youthful looking boy, Onryo nodded once in confirmation to meeting the odd little one Charlie. He had been much in change with reviving their lord after all that many of them had kept in contact with him. There were many things about him that prove as eccentric, but there was no doubt of his loyalty to their lord and the cause “Eheh..He is very courageous, isn’t he.” Lips perked up in a rare bit of a smirk with a deep chuckle rumbling through his throat to hear of Charlie’s forwardness towards his lord’s new form..Anyone else likely would have been maimed or killed at the very least.

He looked back to Charlie whenever he called his lord by a different name, raising a slender brow before he looked back to the retreating form of Gizora “My lord..Gizora..is it now? This place is very new to me as well. I may accompany you if you wish or I could await the other Dark Lord’s in the lounge.” He offered, unsure of his wishes.

 

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Terakus – Destroyer’s Domain.

So long ago formalities and tradition reigned supreme. Meetings between the Dark Lords and their leader were often done in closed chambers and the audience only granted to the four. To have an audience alone with the Destroyer was far from the norm, and might take some getting used too. Of course, Gizora was still coming to grips with the form he had taken on his awakening. But if his temperament was anything to go by, he was certainly taking it in his stride. It was enough to have little Charlie acting as he so dared. His enthusiasm and lust for life had given the Destroyer a great deal of amusement thus far. In fact, before the Dark Lord Onryo was announced, the pair had been discussing the advantage of peeing while being male. This lead to Charlie’s rather comical exhibition of how he peed. It brought about a chuckle from Gizora who wanted nothing more than to pat the lad on the head. But in all the excitement, it seemed that the discussion of relieving one’s self caused his need to suddenly go. He was practically crossing his legs, and biting that lip nervously, as he hopped about.

‘ Speaking of Wee wee’s . Lord Gizora can I……… go ? ”

“Ahaha. Course you can go. Ask the help for fruit loops so you can practice your aim.” With a wink Gizora sent the lad off to go where he needed to, and hopefully not in the Destroyer’s own bathroom. He liked some privacy.

Now with Charlie off tending to himself, it left the horned headed beast with the Destroyer to walk along the corridor that led to one of the vast lounges. Gizora seemed not to be in all that much of a hurry, strolling along casually, with the smart sounding clicking of her heels along the stone floors. Polished to a high shine, it reflected pretty much everything. The Destroyer kept stealing glances at his faithful and then smacked her lips together before speaking.

“This is all a bit of a shock for you, isn’t it?’ Stating the obvious. “The Observer will pay for this outrageous prank if and when those that conducted the genetic testing get back to me. They..er…did a few experiments whilst I was sleeping.” This was what Gizora had been informed by Charlie – who seemed to be more in the know than most. When asked if the Destroyer was to be known as Gizora, he nodded twice. “I go by a few other names…Satan, the Devil, Lucifer, Beelzebub, the Prince of Darkness. But…I think Gizora suits this form.”

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He chuckled again then let out a sigh. “It’s going to be a real bitch to have to explain this every single damn time. I can see it getting old real fast.” You could see the dark glimmer of red appearing in her irises, before it soon faded back in.“But enough about tits and arse. Tell me what you have been doing within your realm as I slumbered, hmm? What…diabolical things have you been up too? Amuse me.”

Reaching the vast lounge area, that featured great walls of multiple television screens that showed everything from the stock market, to racing, news, updates on Alterus and of course, the weather. Finding a large black lounge suite, Gizora made himself comfortable, as a servant brought over a silver tray, with a box of the finest cigars on all of Terakus, and of course a bottle of brandy with some glasses.

Taking a cigar, Gizora rolled it under his nose, before inhaling the aroma.

“Ahhh nothing but the best. Come…” He patted the couch with a well manicured hand. “Sit…let’s chew the fat.”

 

~RB~

 

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.Vithyra Aethylla Rosherren.


At the East Wing of the Destroyer’s Domain, was the Dark Lord of Delicacy, Vithyra Aethylla Rosherren. Going for just a walk ended up in a rather long walk through the Destroyer’s Domain, as she was just hoping to clear her mind from the last few years. Getting the news that the Destroyer had awoken was good news, but she knew that with this a new area had arrived and with that new troubles, possibly new enemies as well. The last war ended up with them being defeated, banned to their own lands, forcing them, the dark lords to retrieve. Vithyra Aethylla was never going to forgot that day, that long dreadful day.. ‘We will get them all for this. . .’, with that thought she continued her way down the corridors as she was on her way back to the lounge, hopefully she was able to meet up there with the other Dark Lords and maybe even meet the Destroyer there. She was curious and wondering what form the Destroyer would have this time, it was the only positive thing about this all, their Lord was back and with that an other change to take over what has always belonged to them. “Please, get out of my way. . .” Vithyra Aethylla spoke after she had cleared her throat as a maid was just walking in her way, the maid jumped up and quickly moved away, making room for Vithyra to pass. Getting closer to the lounge, she was certain that the Lord would be there, she could feel his presence getting stronger with each step she was taking..

‘My my my. . . Never thought I would get lost in a place like this. . .’ She thought to herself as she sighs softly, shaking her head in disbelief. She normally had no troubles with finding her way, but her troubled and clouded mind had made her get lost in this rather large building. ‘Seems like you have done it again, Vithyra. . . You’re lucky Onryo isn’t here to rub it into your face or scare the soul out of you. . .’ as she just rolled her eyes, not even want to think about what Onryo would have done at a moment like this. With him being the Dark Lord of Fear, he sure had a odd sense of humor to scare people all the time, specially her.. “You. . !” Vithyra Aethylla spoke loudly as she spots a maid and smirks brightly. “Take me to the lounge, asap. . .” and with that the maid just nods and started to walk in a quick pace in front of Vithyra leading the way towards the lounge..

 

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Despite that he had come to settle himself within the inner sauctum of his Master’s chambers, Onryo stood nearby alongside one wall as if somehow he might camoflage with the scenery while being at the Gizora’s disposal all at the same time. There was a tenseness to his tall form that the youkai sought to leave buried that one could only perhaps see if he was looked upon closely enough. There was a vibrancy of colors here that his golden colored depths didn’t appear to be adjusting to as quickly as he liked in comparison to his own realm. In addition, this place appeared to be created by powerful magicians like himself that he could feel the way that power surged through these walls almost as if giving life to them. How long had be kept himself holed almost akin to a hermit in his own domain? In a place of the dead. Once more, keeping track of time wasn’t a forte of his.

Onryo decided to focus on the tranformation of his master in his new form as Gizora, knowing that regardless of the form that there was no way that the unfolding events would change..Everything would always go on the destined path that they must follow. Either way, it was interesting to note that he was in an oddly good mood that was unusual from many of the times before. This was a new chance to get back at the Creator and his revival to attribute to such though he pondered in his own thoughts if taking on this new form was a refreshing change for him. The informal exchange between Charlie and their master was perhaps an even stranger matter to him oddly enough that gave cause for slender brows to raise lightly. It might have only been natural to one created in his own vision..or perhaps he was too stuck in the ways of old. Brows knitted to the perplexity in wondering what these ‘fruit loops’ were but he would not question go about asking unneccesary questions .

Once Charlie headed off to the restroom, Onryo got in line to follow along after Gizora nearby her elbow at a leisurely casual pace that allowed the both of them to take in the sights of more of the castle and the many more rooms that such a grand place possessed. He better off believed himself to lose his way and die of starvation, forgotten by the rest of the Dark lords in one of these lonely hallways to haunt forever on than he ever thought to memorize such a place. Some part of his was glad that Gizora took the lead even if his expression beyond the mask remained most neutral. His eyes were lured curiously to the confidently stiding figure of his master as he asked his feeling on the matter.

There was a small pause on his part to consider it with the sway of longer dark locks swaying behind him in their movements while his hand clenched at the large hardback tome that patterned with a strange inscription that he always carried “I will admit that it came of a surprise to me..but you are not any less yourself, is that not so? It is all that matters. It is strange to me that the Observer thought it would prove advantageous to play such a game rather than working to improve the fighting quality of his dear knights..He may have power but perhaps not the intellent to wield it responsibly.” He stated his theory on the matter, unsure of the true reason. Regardless, it was another reason to be careful he supposed to ensure that he wasn’t up to playing any more tricks on them. On the matter of experiments, Onryo could only conclude that Charlie was more versed in this area that he hadn’t hard much about it. Instead, the horned youkai’s lips lifted briefly with a smirk in agreement to their master’s newly chosen name ” Lord Gizora..I cannot help but agree. A new name for a new beginning..or beginning of the end perhaps..”

Onryo came to find himself somewhat troubled that his narrowly slitted hues sank down to the stone floors below that servants tended to work tirelessly to keep polished to a shiny gleam. There was no easy way to amuse his master, knowing the other had seen much more of the beauty of calamity and despair than all four Dark ones paired together..or at least he believed so. He was trying to think on such when they arrived at the lounge, a place that offered more comforts than he thought possible even if the pressure of being the only one to keep his lord’s company remained.” I must confess I could never surpass any of your diabolical achievements, My lord Gizora..But I suppose I have made my domain a very..unique place. One that my inherent power created..” Once properly seated, Onryo was pleasantly surprised to the comfort of the black leather sofa they sat often that he brushed one hand along the soft surface curiously enough before continuing. He came to lift the hand closest to Gizora with an outstretched palm as a long nailed hand unfurled..An orb now lay there curious enough that was questionable if it was created out of an illusion of magic or truth..but a visions of his domain began to appear there “It’s become quite a confusing place..of death, unreality and nightmare. Those that realize themselves will relive their deaths and fears over and over again until they wish to forget again.. That is simply the way it is.”

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Once he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, the orb seemingly came to disappear from his grasp to lower his hand back down. Onryo nodded his greeting to his old friend that he hadn’t seen in quite sometime..A couple of centuries or so? He looked to Gizora then that he could sympathize with the way that he was going to be forced to explain this new situation for some time “Hnn..Quite late, aren’t we? You’ve never been one for direction I suppose, Vithyra eheh..”

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

 

The quest now in the Abyssmal Core was becoming more dangerous by the minute.  Was Grant and Kasumi ready to face the worst that the Servants of Gizora could throw at them?

 

 

Kiri:  Kasumi was really beginning to get tired of this damned place already. First they got sucked in against their, her, will; then they end up going into a maze due to no other choice being possible; and THEN they had to jump into the mouth of some damnable beastie. And to top it off so far? THEY WERE STUCK IN SOME PITCH BLACK PLACE! Kasumi released Grant’s hand without a word, actually fairly agitated at this point, but she withheld her words for when they had gotten out of the dungeon. Oh she’d let him have it then, when they weren’t at any really harmful and dangerous risk. Kasumi could hear Grant messing with something, but what was lost to her at this point as she continued to stand completely still and not move at all as she debated on what to do; or so she would have done if the light hadn’t come on, regardless of the fact that not very much came out of it.

Kasumi looked at the dinky light with a look of amusement for a few moments, kind of trying not to laugh at him as she reached over and plucked the thing from his hands, turning it right back off so he could save his own battery. Surely he’d protest, but she’d simply cut him off by placing a finger to his lips only a moment before the two of them, and more of the surrounding area would have become far brighter as she ignited her Fox-Fire, letting it burn a bright crimson around her right hand. With a small smile, she would’ve dropped his keys into his hand before taking a look around; speaking a bit quietly, her voice a bit more relaxed now.

“Well, this is definitely a pickle. What an annoyance. Save that flashlight for later, you’ll need it more than likely. I can use my flames in order to handle this easily enough.”

Of course she could. but what was it that they saw…?

 

Fu:  Thee Abyss

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Abyssmal Core Theme

– The Light shone out and just barely ; just barely the darkness revealed a enigma. This being was unnatural and clearly belonged to this realm , with it’s appearance it clearly wasn’t a passive being nor did it display any sort of peace offering or gestures. The being roared with great intensity and revealed a certain aura around itself. The being was half formed , but this was clearly not a gesture of weakness ; it was quite possible the beast was everything that was dark . It oozed red liquid from it’s lips and onto the ground which stained it quite nicely , however as it drooled lightly it would stare at the source of light and allow it’s second roar to dim the light slowly just like a candle losing it’s brilliance. The beast would then reach to grab Grant with it’s hand , doing so with a quick motion and very little warning . Did it seek to harm him or entrap him in this realm forever ? What could have been the reason behind it ? It couldn’t be certain but for the most part it did not seem quite certain. –

” Eyes.
Eyes full of lies.
Lies that hold little truth but reveal a false nature
What is it that you will wager ? ”

– Something once more rang within the male’s brain . What could it have meant ? There can be many different interpretations , but clearly the person would have to throw something away to hold this power. But this beast had seemed quite furious , as if ready to eat them. It seemed like it was the choice the beast has chosen and would not be satisfied until it has done what it has –

 

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Thee Abyss

Here was Grant, thinking he had it all going on great. Sure, it was a dinky flashlight, but it was better than nothing. Kasumi on the other hand thought it was a joke. She snatched it out of his hand, since the kitsune had a far better idea on how to illuminate where they had landed. Grant wanted to say a few choice words, but the kitsune placed a finger to his lips, muting him in an instant. The young man stared at her unblinking, since he knew she was not one to be trifled with. Then she did the most amazing thing. Creating a fox fire with her right hand. Wow, talk about amazing. Grant was really impressed by that.

“How’d you do that?” Genuinely intrigued. This girl was just one surprise after another. One thing was for sure, it was a hell of a lot brighter than his key chain flash light. Kasumi dropped the keys back in his hand, and he quickly placed them back into his backpack pocket with a little shrug of his shoulders. You could tell that the guy hadn’t ever done anything quite like this before.

“Well, this is definitely a pickle. What an annoyance. Save that flashlight for later, you’ll need it more than likely. I can use my flames in order to handle this easily enough.”

Pickle was the right word. Grant nodded at the instruction to save the flashlight for later, since they just didn’t know what was around the corner.

“You are so cool. Hey, next time we go on a quest, I’m packing marsh mellows.” Ever the optimist that they would survive this one. After all, they were in a darkened place, in the mouth of a big super slug. Grant was just about to point out where to go next, when…..

~RRRROOOOOAAAARRRR~

“What was that?”

Sure enough, the nightmare had only just begun. Turning towards the sound, the pair would encounter a demonic like being that was only half formed. It oozed red icky liquid from its mouth and it was staining the ground where it’s feet should be.

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“Mommy….” Who else would you call for when you are so scared you are about to shit your pants. “I should have worn the brown slacks.” Grant cried, his voice getting into a higher pitch as a second roar was heard, blasting back the hair on Grant’s head, and weakening the glow of the fox fire.

“Oh shit…..” Grant stared at Kasumi’s hand and then urged her. “Make it glow…make it….ARRRGGGGGHHH!” The beast seized Grant in its right hand and with a quick motion, drew it closer to that horrible bleeding mouth. “It wants to eat meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Flailing and kicking about, Grant struggled against the beasts hold, till he again heard that same voice. The voice of the riddler.

” Eyes.
Eyes full of lies.
Lies that hold little truth but reveal a false nature
What is it that you will wager ? ”

Grant was starting to hate these riddles. Grant repeated the words out loud so that Kasumi could hear.

“Eyes full of lies? Eyes full of lies?” Grant racked his brain as he tried to understand. “There were eyes in the…maze…looking. Eyes…wait…the maze is lying? How can a maze lie? Panicking now, he squealed again, and chewed on his bottom lip as he came so awfully close to the beast again.

“Wait…”

Grant struggled, and then in a flurry of movement, he tore off the swords on his back and threw them down upon the red stained floor.

“My swords….” Without them he couldn’t fight, and he was no threat. Was the beast really a threat to him? Kasumi might have well thought he lost the plot.

 

~RB~

The Kingdom of Wrath : The Princess Diaries.

Kingdom of Wrath – Castle  (New Series)

 

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Kingdom of Wrath’s Castle, the main hub for all activity for the Kingdom of Wrath and the current “Satan’s,” Princess of Wrath, home. This is where she is normally seen, and typically she is either roaming around or actually sitting at her throne. Though which is never certain for her.

Kiri:  Wrath huh? Well, for the information of most people who don’t know, or have yet to find out; Wrath isn’t all fire, chaos and destruction like one might have expected from a place in Hell. Obviously someone, the current Princess of Wrath name, definitely had put in thought of something more than just power. And it showed, in spite of the war that Wrath had recently gone through, the land was barren and rocky yes, but for a place in Hell it looked damn peaceful. The castle itself stood regal, with flames burning in several places with the brilliance of power. Though the castle seemed a little strange in design, it housed who might have been one of the strongest Princes, or rather Princess in this case, to live at the time. Though many thought she was low tier indeed, but she liked it that way.

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Sitting in the darkness, alone, the current Princess of Wrath, named Sayaka, rested upon her thrown with golden eyes closed. She was finally taking a break from the damnable amounts of work that were worse than even damnation itself. She gave a heavy blown sigh, fingering the hilt of her abnormally shaped katana-like weapon. She seemed distracted by something, but what was unclear exactly. Perhaps it was the war that had ended? Or could it have been something other than that little Hell of its own? No one could see through that blank face. A Princess of Wrath who was calm, a sight to see wasn’t it? Well don’t let appearances deceive you, she’s a definite firebrand not scared to show a man his place. Her eyes forced themselves opened as soon as she began to hear more people bustling out, wondering if she should spirit herself away to relax.Razorbackwriter:  Kingdom of Wrath – Castle

Everything seemed so peaceful. Fire bursting through various points in the floor, the walls littered with trophies of the damned that dared to try and take on the insatiable Princess of Wrath – Sayaka. A goddess like creature that was resting upon her gilded throne, her golden eyes hidden beneath closed lids. Her voluptuous chest rising and falling as though in slumber….but was she? Could it be that she was merely resting after the wars….after all that had happened in the past few months. She deserved the rest, didn’t she? It was so hard to run a Kingdom such as Wrath on their lonesome. Sure, she had followers…knights, guards, servants, butt boys…all that. But what she didn’t have was someone that could see behind the well veiled mask. Oh yes, she kept that calm, serene look about her. Was it all an act though? Some say that being in Hell is the worst thing imaginable, and yet, we can live our own private Hell deep within. It was highly likely that this was the case. To have it all…and yet be plagued by something that never allowed her to truly be free to let her guard down. Something….dark waited. Wrapped up and pent up. Under a mental lock and key. Anyone can show serenity, but how long would it be before the visage cracks. It was well known that Sayaka could put a man in his place. Freeze him with her bold stare.

But what…if it were a woman?

They say timing is everything, and there was no time like the present. Oh, the other Princes in Hell had their own demons, others had it lucky. Sayaka was about to discover that she was being watched, and had been for quite some time now.

~Purrrrrrrrr~

There it was. A flash of black that moved through the shadows. A sweet sounding kitty like purr of satisfaction. The witch had picked her moment well, just as the Princess’s eyes were starting to open. Golden eyes, much like her own but shaped like small almonds blinked out of the darkness. The Princess may well ask who was there and she would be answered of course.

“Mmmm someone’s lonely.” That was not the sound of a cat meowing, that had a human like quality. Morphing out of the darkness appeared a shapely woman. A shock of blonde curls that framed a pretty face was now staring at the Princess on the throne. A wry grin was on the girl’s face before she chewed her bottom lip almost in a coy fashion. “D’awww, did I interrupt your nap?” Kat made a mock pout. Oh this feline bitch was something else. Odd little black cat like ears appeared poking through her golden curls. They twitched back and forth as she sashayed up towards the throne.

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“You know, you might feel a whole lot better if you…stroked something.” Kat caught the pink of her tongue between her teeth as she waited for the Princess to react. A eyebrow wiggle and then Kat pawed at her. “Me -oow, you know what I’m saying.” ~RB~