Gizora’s Blade – Battleship

Gizora’s Blade – Battleship
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Previously…

– The ship would slowly ascend the detached office from it’s roots so the people inside wouldn’t have to move . Another reason for having pulled the structure off it’s initial area was so that the extraction would also take the escape criminals who all stood along one another on the destroyed roof of the prison .-

Charlie : ” That’s a giant ship ! ”

Leone : ” This is going to get some used to. ”

Leila : ” You’ll be fine m’lord .”

Celtan : ”This is family huh ? ”

Luke : ” Well then , shall we board ? ”

Gizora grinned at the gathered throng. “Not about to stand about like a fool. Follow me, now!” With a massive sweep of his hand, he brought it up and over to signal the departure from the Prison Interior, and to be phazed up onto the main flight deck of the ship. Known as Gizora’s Blade it was a marvel of technology and Terakain determination to conquer the low lifes of Alterus.

One by one his family appeared in behind him, but there was one that stood out. Leone. He was standing off to the far left and gazing at his own reflection in the specially constructed glass. His hand touching his face, as though this image that stared back at him troubled the man. It wasn’t lost on Gizora, who had been surveying the many control panels, as he passed the uniformed operators. Their indistinct chatter left like a buzz hanging in the air. With the blue hue of their monitors lighting up their faces, the rest of the deck was shrouded in an eerie darkness. It suited Gizora to the ground. As he walked, his form started to change once again. No longer was he displaying the massive horns, the red skin and pointed chin. He was now more like a ship’s captain. His uniform similar to those that were operating the controls, but with extra bars that meant he was the top most officer. It was interesting how Gizora took to different forms in different settings, almost like a way of blending in with his environment.

His hair was white, with golden eyes and a sharp face. Almost elven looking in a way, but there was a strange beauty to it. Very much the chameleon.

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He tugged on the edges of his cuffs, and without looking up at Leone, he said.

“You don’t even have to ask.”

A simple wave of his hand, and the visage of the Dark Lord changed to that of a female. It was easy to do, especially for someone as powerful as Gizora. The creator had his ways, and when it suited Gizora, he had his own that could easily match the creator in having those that serve him change forms.

That done, he turned back to face the rest that were in the flight deck.

“No time for loitering. Everyone to your stations!”

~RB~

Simo:

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L I R Y U / Dark Lady of Chaos

The once dull hair color of the Dark Lord turned into a bright shining red, their eyes turning into a completely new color, and their body completely changing into that of a mature curvaceous woman. Liryu, the new name that Chaos itself went by; chuckled with glee as she swayed her hips over to the specially constructed glass, checking out her reflection as she nodded in satisfaction. Her horns, head dress, and armor itself stuck out more than anything, seeping with an evil aura around it as she spun around and giggled.

“Ahh~ I feel so, refreshed!~ I feel completely… new…”

Her voice changed from bubbily to a rather dark tone within a matter of seconds, her eyes showing no interest as she made one last prideful face in the reflection before turning around on her heels and walking to her station. The clicking of her heels could be heard from a distance away within the ship, which to her was a rather good thing. In a way, it let everyone know who was there at that moment and whom was approaching. She looked over to Lelia who was still following her new Lady like a lost puppy; it was always so adorable. She smirked at her subordinate and flipped some hair over her shoulder, looking her up and down as she giggled for almost no apparent reason. What to do with her, she has been of good use. But, recently with the Chaos of Change, she felt differently about Lelia. The entire out being of the Dark lord of Chaos changed, appearance wise and more or less personality wise as well.

“How could I use to be like that? I use to be so booriinnnng~”

She almost sung to herself in her head as she curled her finger in and out at Lelia, knowing what she would now do with her little… Toy.

“Leliaaa… Come with me to my station, keep me entertained!~”

She stated as she swung her hips around, enjoying her new form as she looked down at her body and snickered. Pleased at the view from above, and much of the view from every other angle as well. It was a beautiful thing to her, she would take advantage of this body as much as she could. Especially in combat, or in.. distracting others.. Walking around the rather large ship, looking around and getting use to the surroundings around her. Absorbing in everything that was happening, trying to blend in with the setting of this ship. Plastering a serious expression on her face, she walked up to her station and sat down in it. Making herself comfortable as she stretched and made a few groans while doing so before concentrating on what the next set of orders was.

Fu:
Hangar
Charlie

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– Charlie would’ve stayed in the Hangar of the area ; sitting on some crates in quiet while attempting to create a origami . He seemed as if he was tired , and being tired usually constituted him about to switch to the Dark Lord of Insanity , but it seemed he was able to sustain a middle-ground of sorts but for now ; not much was going on with the male. –

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The Ship’s Bridge

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– Celtan was awaiting Gizora , just as Luke was but both took their own stances in doing so. Celtan stood near the operating systems while Luke was kicking back and relaxing on a chair ; awaiting for their Father to appear . Luke had a cup of coffee in his hand and proceeded to drink subtlety while Celtan fixed his collar and continued to observe as he was . His thoughts got the better of him , thinking about the continuous times he’s ran into the same people ; knowing that he’ll most likely run into those people again. Persistent they were , persistent indeed. They were able to observe the transformation of Leone into the New Woman that’s now taken the mantle of Chaos . The two would stay in a passive silence until something had changed. –

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Residential Floor

– The Group of Escaped Criminals were gathered at the Hallway where all the rooms to rest were located below the Destroyer’s personal floor , the group looked at each other and then at the lined up rooms . Who were going to go where ? The First person would leave the group to claim the biggest room at the end of the hallway of this area.-

Shen : ” I called it . * Room 1 * ”

Yama : ” I guess that’s settled.* Room 2 *”

Tenma : ” Overindulgence is quite the thing huh ? * Room 3 * ”

Ouken : ”…… * Room 4 *

Quartz : ” Thank you . ”

– They all walked their own paths to their rooms and labeled their doors with their names with the pads located to the right on each door before entering it. Quartz would’ve bowed to Ouken for having saved him back then in Block 5 before returning to walking towards the Fifth room with a cast upon his wounded arm and a sharp expression in his eyes. –

Quartz : ” I will return the favor in full. * Opens and proceeded to slam the Fifth door shut* ”

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Well, at least Leone was pleased with the transformation into a new female form. Practically oozing sexuality on a scale that had rivaled Gizora himself when he had been released from the tomb. The Destructor was amused if only for a moment at the way the vixen purred out her pleasurable response to the change. Now going by a new name, that indeed suited the Dark Lord of Chaos, she was content to summon her subordinate to follow her down to her station, where the two would get better acquainted. Gizora merely rubbed the tips of his fingers together, the residual magical power fading as he had done the first task since arriving on the vast Battleship.

Turning away from Liryu, Gizora changed focus to that of Celtan, who was causally leaning against the walls of the flight deck, Luke on the other hand was seated – a cup of coffee in his hand. they appeared so casual and almost bored by it all. A big difference to the way that Liryu was behaving.

Gizora couldn’t help himself but ask.

“Please….don’t tell me you both want tits as well?” It was an off the cuff remark, but to anyone else paying attention, it showed that the Destructor still had a sense of humor. Though, the idea of an all female family was enough to make the Destructor feel a bit sick. They had more pressing matters, than wanting sex changes at the drop of a hat.

~RB~

 Simo:
L I R Y U

Liryu, once settled in and rather comfortable along side with her subordinate Lelia, started to grope herself constantly before giggling childishly. Watching her newly formed areas jiggle as she constantly moved them and poked them, looking at Lelia before tilting her head and speaking curiously.

“Is it always this fun to do this?”

She asked rather boldly before she got out of her seat and spun around on her heels, looking in a mirror that was inside of her station and practically mesmerized by her own body and face; needless to say she still wasn’t able to get over on how well the transformation went along for her. She much enjoyed this form than her other, the look, the feel, and the pitch of her voice was the final thing that bundled it all together. Her eyes darted over to Lelia before grinning and then sitting back down, hinting at Lelia to come hither.

“Lelia, my dear… Would you please cut my hair to more suit my face? I know you must have sooome sort of skill in that.”

As she turned around towards Lelia in her chair, she started pointing towards areas around her face that she wanted to make pop out. After she was done describing the hair, Lelia got to work in shaping the hair cut to suit her Lady’s facial construction perfectly. Needless to say, Liryu was incredibly bored at the moment, wanting to do something around with her new form or at least cause a war among well… everything.

Fu:
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Celtan:” I assure you I am fine this way . ”

– The Brain would say in reply to Gizora’s remark , his being a male was perfectly fine by him ; he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way . Luke didn’t speak but he did shake his head at the idea , they were fine with being males . They didn’t have to worry about any kind of urges either ; what laid in their minds were only thoughts on conquest and planning . Celtan walked to the computer and turned on the hub screen , booting it up to reveal a large database to Gizora to see what was planned. There were long lists of things planned . The first was titled Devil’s Arena . Celtan would close the list and instead brought up the main overview before he himself began to speak while also pressing the intercom button to communicate with the others . –

Celtan:” Dark Lords please come to the Bridge immediately ”

– From there Celtan awaited the arrivals of the others. Charlie ; having heard the Intercom made his way there himself . Luke stopped sipping his coffee to utter –

Luke : ” Soon Father , you’ll have all the information that you’ve amassed during your first reign as well as the information that has been archived which will be key to ruling this world . I do think that we should bring the last Dark Lord here as well , since she is located elsewhere.”

– Luke gave a small grin and nodded to his Father, which he would be able to tell that there will be alot of information to take in . –

 Razorbackwriter:
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Ship’s Bridge

If anyone had a good idea of what was going to be happening first, it was Celitan, who had quite confidentially made it clear that he wished to remain male, and not turn into a woman, like that of Liryu. Having had it happen to the Destroyer, though it was not his idea of course, the novelty of it soon wore off. Gizora felt much more at ease in the male form, although if he returned to Terakus for any length of time, that may well change. For now, he was interested in what Celtan was bringing up on the screen. A list of their objectives on Alterus, and the first being Devil’s arena. Just the sound of it brought a smile to Gizora’s lips. As the fluorescent glow of the screen reflected off the Destroyer’s face, he heard Celtan summon all the Dark lords to the Bridge.

Righting himself to full height, Gizora placed his hands behind his back as all the dark lords started to file into the room, Charlie having been one of them. Luke of course was already in attendance, but had given up his coffee to mention that while the Destructor had all his memories from the first era, he still had to be brought up to speed with everything that had gone on while he had been in slumber. It annoyed him in a way, since he had missed centuries of activity, and it would take a great deal of time to find out everything.

Releasing his fingers, he brought his arms around and folded them just under his chest. The Dark lord that Luke spoke of, was probably still on Terakus as she had not followed them through the portal.

“Why is it women love to make an entrance?”

It was an off the cuff statement, but he knew that the dark lord in question, was probably going to be late.

“Can’t you beam her here? Or maybe send a message to the home world. Like….GET YOUR ARSE ON THE BATTLESHIP BEFORE WE RIP OUT YOUR OVARIES!” There was a loud snarl at the end of Gizora’s statement. it was clear that he believed time was being wasted, and the sooner they got back to the plans to take over Alterus the better.

~RB~

 Simo:
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L I R Y U

Liryu, at the time was still vainly in front of the mirror, making rather seductive and cute faces; practicing her taunts and her speech for the time that world domination would be in the grasp of Terakus. She grinned at the idea, nothing but pure darkness in the world; the world would technically be back to the beginning of how it should be. The survival of the fittest, that only the strongest survived within the world of the weak. In the middle of her own little session, she heard the cracking of the intercom and soon a voice that told everyone to report to the room. She blew a kiss to herself in the reflection before giggling and looking at Lelia, motioning her to stay put.

“Stay here.”

She stated in a rather bossy tone before making her way to the Bridge. She walked much like a full on model, intimidating at the least; scowling at everything in front of her as she walked one foot in front of the other. She walked into the area and immediately crossed her arms, standing up straight as she listened to the fact that the last Dark Lord, or Lady rather, wasn’t there. She was always late it seemed, or at least attended other business before this. Of course, Liryu would love to be absent and go reign over the weaklings like some kind of sick and twisted god. But, she herself didn’t have nearly enough power on her own to do so. Cause a few wars and possibly the beginning of a new era, but not establish it fully. Before she started to speak, she heard her father speak in a rather loud… aggravating tone. Liryu widened her eyes at the threat before coughing into her hand and looking away. Now understanding what that pain could possibly feel like.

“Ouch..”

She mumbled, thinking about it herself before shuttering slightly and looking at the other Lords; feeling rather… out of place but in place at the same time.

Fu:
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Ship’s Bridge ; Intercom Active

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– Luke got up off his seat ; pulling out a pen which he had extended and began tapping on the screen with it. Celtan and Charlie watched on the sidelines as he got ready to do his presentation ; as if he was in class showing off his project. But in truth just a archive of saved information as it was. –

” It seems the Other Dark Lord may take awhile but I’ll have the information on the screen for her. Now onto business . Since you went into slumber ; you’ve created alot of plans that all held the principle of being steps to your eventual domination of the world. Seeing as to how some things changed with the Alterian’s having a bigger role this time around then last ; I can’t foresee what will come of them but for now I can say there are dangerous potentials within their midst hiding from public view. Back to the case in hand , Devil’s Arena is the first current plan that I’ve had up for awhile and this consists of a Public Tournament between Alterus and Terakus all in the name of ………. Friendly Relations. Doesn’t it seem neighborly ? Like the Olympics in a sense. We can utilize this tournament to help understand the strength the newcomers wield ; those who hold their blades up for Alterus that is . I believe after this incident in Hellgate , we leave them alone for a year and see what they do ; plus we should lay low for awhile so the tension fades and we can propose this event in the future and if done correctly we’ll be able to possibly get close to the Celestial Kings and if we’re lucky ; even the Observer. I hope this plan satisfies you like it has the first time around ; however this time it would involve some minor waiting but if it helps you could always disguise yourself to roam the world and see how things are with your own eyes up close and personal. ”

– Luke cleared his throat and walked back to his station to take another sip of his coffee and kept the plans for the Arena up before he brought up the library of files on the side of the screen with the pole. The male turned around and handed it to Gizora –

” There are many more Plans here too . Most of them were made by your hands , feel free to open them and see for yourself. One of Onryo’s past Henchman has slowly gotten another one of the plans ready ; known as Operation : Phantom Circus . It is truly deserving and expected of those who work under the concept of Fear . Since we’re able to set up the Event whenever we wish ; we could even make it so that it appears to them all during their dreams . But with all due respect , your approval is the one thing we desire to initiate these plans. Of course , you may decide when to do these things and in what manner as well . ”

– Luke finally finished speaking for the moment and allowed Gizora and Liryu to speak when ready , watching as a portal appeared at the back of the room ; hoping that the final Dark Lord appeared he would stay quiet and wait for any signs of entry at this point and allow Gizora to roam his archives for anything in planning. –

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Watching the screen become active while Luke spoke in a manner that was remisicent of a college lecture, Gizora kept focus – while at the same time he was handed a cup of coffee by one of the lesser members of the bridge. He stared at the cup a moment, and gave it a little sniff as the waif with pink hair and a pretty smile hoped that the coffee would be to his liking.

“Moccona?’

“For lovers of coffee, Sire.”

“Hmmm….two sugars?”

“Just..how..you..like..it.” The pink haired girl teetered back and forth watching with pure silver eyes. Her flight suit was a little too tight in places, but it showed off her figure nicely. Her pretty head bobbed about as she clutched her hands together, keen as mustard that he taste it. Gizora didn’t disappoint. He took a small sip and then let out a loud “Ahhh.” The pink haired crew member gave the thumbs up, while Gizora gave the girl a head pat. He was keeping this one.

“Name?”

“Fuchsia, Sire.” As in the colour. The girl’s voice had a sweet melodic quality, and he had to shush her when she made a squeal at being patted. He had to be serious again for the explanation of what had been happening during his slumber. The girl hovered with the coffee pot in hand a little too close to the action, but she simply didn’t want to miss a thing.

Luke explained about the purpose of the Devil’s arena. Quite clever really. To have Alterian players come to fight their own in the mind of observing them and seeing just how far they can go, with powers and certain weapons. It was like studying lab rats, and all so effectively undetectable, if done at a time when the Alterus people were unsuspecting. The term ‘Friendly relations’ caused Gizora to gufaw loudly. It would be one hell of an act to pull off, but he had no doubt that those that served under him could rise to the challenge.

The part that particularly impressed Giz, was that this tournament would bring them in close to the Celestial Kings….and even the Observer himself. The big cheese.

“We wait as long as it takes, Luke. If anything, I would kill to see the horrified look on the Observer’s face when he falls into our trap. I leave you to set the time frame, be it six months or eight, I don’t care. So long as it does happen.”

Gizora took another sip of his coffee, nodding to Fuchsia to fill up his cup some more. “Got any scotch finger biscuits? And not the real fingers, I mean the buttery ones.” He said off the side to Fuchsia, who nodded enthusiastically, and raced off to get a plate for the Destroyer.

“NEXT!”

The destroyer was keen to hear more of what lay in store for the Alterians. Luke spoke of something called Operation : Phantom Circus. This made the Destroyer’s eye brow arch with a quizzical expression. “Like…clowns and bears?”Thinking that this was a typical circus. “I hate clowns….one of the worst things you can hire to entertain a child. Leaves them scarred for centuries. Even wet the bed at night.”

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“Poor Gizora….biscuit?” The pink haired waif appeared at just the right time and offered up a plate of buttery short bread, which he happily took one from. His great lips showed a pout and he whispered. “It’s their shoes. Freak me right out.”

No wonder the concept behind the Phantom circus revolve around the concept of fear. Only think was, Gizora wasn’t that keen to attend.

“Well, get this…mad circus thing underway as soon as possible. Set the clowns loose in those bastards dreams. Bahahaha, hate to be the one to clean their sheets.”

“Hehehehe….wet sheets.” Fuchsia giggled as she munched on one of the biscuits.

~RB~
Simo:
L I R Y U

Liryu herself listened in closely to to the conversation and future plans. Her face showed practically no emotion as Luke explained the organized events that were soon to come. She liked the idea of an Arena, she’d be able to test her skills out for a bit before actually using them against her one enemy that she forever wished to destroy. A small grin slithered across her face and a slight chuckle escaped her throat before she nodded again at the explanations. The next plan heightened her interests, something about Fear. And how can one have fear without the side effect of chaos? She sighed and shifted all of her weight over to one leg as she placed a hand on her hip.

“A circus eh?”

She mumbled under her breath as she watched the pink haired female serve the Destroyer coffee, snickering slightly before her eyes shifted around the room to the rest of the Lords. She lifted both her arms up to stretch before hearing Gizora’s comment about clowns. She didn’t know he had such a strong opinion towards them, to them they were rather adorable since they looked so sick and twisted sometimes. She looked over before nodding at the higher up power, agreeing with the clown comment before flipping a bit of hair behind her shoulders.

“Oh this oughta be fun..”

Fu:
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Ship’s Bridge ; Intercom Active

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Luke : ” Sounds like we have a deal then father. I take it we can start as soon as everything is in order . ”

– Out of nowhere a low ranked grunt would come in screaming about a random invasion ; informing all in the room about the situation at hand. –

Grunt : ” There’s a Wild Battle going on in the Tourist DIstrict of Alteria ; it looks like people are getting slaughtered by machines and none of them seem to be from us ! One sec I’ll show you . ”

– The Grunt ran past Celtan to Luke ; where he would turn to point towards the computer to allow the Grunt to punch in the proper codes to broadcast live feeds ; there the entirety of the situation going on would be revealed to them –

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– The City could be seen through the screen ; coated in a ominous flare of scorching flames . It would seem as if nothing was going to stop the onslaught of destruction that was being thrown at the civilians . Would anyone actually come to stop this from continuing or would they just leave it as it is ? However from the broadcasting view on the helicopter ; a small bright light could be seen , a mecha could be seen in the distance soaring towards the district. It didn’t seem to appear like the other robots , did this mean it was going to oppose this army ? Charlie would utter a comment on the side –

Charlie : ” So much red , can the white match up to them ! ”

Celtan : ” We’ll see for ourselves in a few minutes. ”

– Celtan added in at the end , clearly he was right . Was this the only person going to safeguard the district ? Or will more come to back him up ? That answer rolled through their brains but if this was all that was it ; then that Mecha would need a miracle to do this on his own . Hopefully it didn’t have to resort to that . But for now ; all the people could do was hope the Soldiers stood a chance against them or more special individuals entered the fray . Would Gizora call upon his troops to go down and further the destruction or allow it to run it’s course ? Many different endings this event could have , but it would seem the wiser thing to do was allow it to go on by itself . Simple Destruction wasn’t as satisfactory as it was the first time around , certain –

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Fuchsia nearly dropped her plate of biscuits when the lowly grunt came in flailing to the brig, with the news about a flare up battle down at the Nautical district of Alterus. The Destroyer wasn’t all too pleased about the grunt’s lack of professionalism and shot a glance at Celtan as those in attendance took in the scene on the nearest display monitor. Sure enough the city was visible, but it was being razzed. The flames looked to be doing damage to many major buildings, also with cars ablaze on the streets. It gave the whole scene an apocalyptic hue, which Gizora hardly minded. This was like a pre show warm up and might well be good practice for the Terakains to take advantage of. Setting down his cup of coffee upon Fuchsia’s tray, the Destroyer made his mind up of just who would be in attendance.

Looking at Celtan, he said “You are to take Charlie and the Dark Lord Liyru down to the surface to investigate the battle first hand.” Seeing as there was mecha involved they would need to take whatever weaponry needed just in case things turned ugly against their own.

The Destroyer did not want to hear any objections from those asked. He did think that Charlie might find the whole thing to be one hell of a game, but he also knew that his alter form would love the chance to show his strength. Picking up his coffee cup again, he took another sip, and growled his appreciation.

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“Nothing like anarchy to lift the spirits.” This was said with a smug expression, before he looked back at those assembled.

“Well….what are you waiting for?”~RB~Simo:

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L I R Y U

Liryu, after the deal was settled stood there in silence with her arms crossed, her silver eyes scanning the room as her armor shimmered under the light. She thought about how each plan would go into action in her mind, playing out her own little story as she scoffed slightly before hearing footsteps scuttle in. She looked at the grunt and immediately plastered a wide smile onto her face as she tilted her head and looked over at the screen in excitement. Her eyes lit up with the reflection of the screen as she got closer to it and started to laugh with sick joy. Looking at the picture, she continued to jump with satisfaction at the current destruction of the city; feeling a bit more empowered than usual.

“Look at all the pretty flames~ I can feel the chaos and anarchy from here!~ The civilians running idiotically like ants being drowned by water! Aha!”

The “show” that was put on in front of her made her squeal with delight, her eyes glued to the screen as if she couldn’t pull away. It felt like a child on Christmas day, first opening the presents and seeing what she obtained. She looked over to Gizora, about to beg him to go down there and see everything up close; to feel the heat from the fire on her skin and to hear the puddles of blood under her feet caused from the smashing of buildings. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip from bliss as father called her name, turning away from the screen and smiling at him. She couldn’t wait to get down there and smell the death all around her, the crispness of every body that was burned to the ground. But, out of all things to attack it was some strange mechas. Why, out of all of them would they do this? She snickered at the thought that there was only a small bright light that could save them all. But, she thought as to why the savior would even bother? Everyone’s practically dead already, it’s not like it would be much of a saving.

“Yeees siiiir!~ Oh this will be glorious, it’ll be like going to the festival..~”

She turned her body around on her heels before walking over to him and clapping her hands together, giggling like a small child as she started to prepare for the trip ahead. She raised her index finger and pointed it at herself before saying in a rather twisted fluctuated voice;

“I call the highest and best seat there is!”

She chuckled as she left for the city with a insane stare on her face; that of a psychopathic killer on a murdering spree.

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Celtan:” Roger that Father. Let’s go Charlie.”

Charlie:” If I can kill , then you got yourself a Follower ! ”

– Celtan bowed his head in respect and loosened up his clothing as if he was going to change but instead he would reach for his book ; summoning a portal after having reciting a few words under his breath. There Liryu would’ve entered first before Celtan and Charlie did. Charlie would get up and stretch as if he was going to run a marathon , but in all truth it would be something he would look forward to doing : As well as something quite dangerous . The District would be entering a whole new aspect of hell , with the addition of Gizora’s forces heading down there. Charlie darted into the portal and after a few moments Celtan would follow ; wearing a ominous blue cloak with fur lining around the collar . The three would’ve left fully with Celtan being the last and how their involvement with the burning city will go….. Who would know ? –

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~

 

 

Betrayal at the battlements – SS

Scene setting – Wrath Castle.

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

 

Temp:  

Astaroth moved alongside Mammon, charging straight into battle. There was clearly something different about Mammon, though there was no real way of knowing what that something was. Whatever it was likely didn’t matter, if anything it was a good thing, seeing Greed so bold and bloodthirsty. The battlefield was of course quite a mess, filled with soldiers and beasts clashing and spilling each others blood. Normally Astaroth wouldn’t be this involved with the combat, as he preferred watching his troops do as he commanded. This situation was a bit different though, and he had decided to make a personal appearance. His army was ready and prepared to march to this Kingdom, but he felt they wouldn’t get here in time to make a significant difference. Since he was able to teleport, he decided to do so and act as a one man army. The tole he would suffer after going back to his normal form would be large, but hopefully it would be worth it.

As he watched Mammon choose a solitary target, who looked rather different in comparison with the Wrath army, he decided to focus his attention on the foot soldiers. Astaroth barreled through the soldiers of Wrath, crushing them as he ran through their ranks. Although he was simply smashing things in his path, he was still very much aware of the battle going on around him. His head was moving in different directions to analyze the angles that a surprise might come from, and he had to keep some of his attention on the sky above in case of projectiles. Such things would hardly leave a scratch on him, but there was no sense in ignoring things being hurled through the sky. As he continued to pounce forward he looked up and took note of a flying object, which he kept his attention on. He wasn’t sure who or what the being was, but it was clearly not your average soldier. As it began to descend towards him he snarled and slammed his limbs into the ground below him, though at an angle. Using this angle and the sudden momentum he shot himself forward and to the side in a large burst of speed, moving away from the falling objects path. Right now he wasn’t trying to fight solo enemies, but rather weaken the Kingdoms defenses and foot soldiers. So for now, he was doing everything he could to avoid these solo fighters. Now that he was away from the falling object, he continued to run forward at full speed, clearly heading for the wall.

Eventually he would make his way up onto the walls of the Kingdom, easily ripping through the forcefield that was created. He jumped up onto the highest point he could find, which enabled him to look down at the battlefield. Using his new found position he opened his mouth and let out a loud and crippling roar all around him. His mouth remained open, and from within magma began to drip out and fall down below him. After a moment of watching the fight, he began to move his hands to his mouth, which he would use to hold onto the magma. As he did so it would become black and distorted, forming into a large blurry black fireball. He began to hurl these down at the soldiers, as well as the Kingdom around him. After exploding and sending chunks of dead soldiers and beasts hurling through the air, the Magma would form into disgusting creatures. They would begin to wail and crawl towards those loyal to Wrath, due to Astaroth controlling them and commanding them to do so. As they found organic life they would explode once again, sending more corpses flying. Astaroth let out another roar as well as a long and satisfied laugh at the carnage, clearly finding the battle amusing so far.Fu:  
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– The Veiled Man had stood there silently as the man clad in dark armor had came at him with high speeds and attempted to swing his powerful blade at him in the pursuit of cutting him down but the man retaliated by turning his body in the opposite direction and swing his blade just as fast at the blade that had came at his left hip . A large shockwave would be released around them as a result of their blades clashing , the blades had shook violently against one another as the Veiled Man’s appearance was partially seen through the dark veil which had cloaked him in its entirety. His light purple-blue skin was seen , and his spiky white hair but only for a second as his blade Eclipse released a loud noise and vibration , the sensation and nostalgia would echo off in the form of the Leviathan Queen of 2 generations previous , Demonic Aura and presence is well known for being different for each person and moreso recognizable easily if they are royalty or were in their day, this blade had held her might . –

” You own a extremely powerful blade. That much is for certain”

– The Veiled Man would push his blade forward upwards to cause her to stagger as he had leaped backwards, his darkened figure would begin growing hazy as he had jumped. If he had leaped at him at this time he would have entered a portal in the form of his hazy body and be transported to the closer region of the castle , there he would find the two princes that he was looking for . If he hadn’t , he would have done more flips backwards until he had returned to his physical state and continued battle if that had been his choice. –

 

Candle:  After making a man’s head pop with ease, Baal stared at soldiers. Oh how scared they looked against him, there trembling faces and shaking bones made him feel alive. It made him feel some type of feeling that he never normally got, most likely because he was a menacing psychopath that only Hell could tame.
Grabbing another soldier, Baal held him out horizontally and ripped his body in half. Using the separated body he chunked it at someone and listened to the thud as a soldier dropped to the ground. With blood on now onto his face the scent of blood made him close his eyes and sniff the beautiful scent in. Now that the scent of blood was in his system the now normal Baal would be turned into a monster who committed such horrors.
Taking off his armored coat his muscles began to enlarge and so did he in height. At the sight of such transformation it looked absolutely disgusting, but it was necessary if he was going to live. His body morphed into a colossal demonic killing machine, when this happened there was no stopping him until the scent of blood was gone from his system. Baal kept the cigar in his mouth and grabbed his axe and turned it into a double sided spear.
Soldiers hesitated to charge at him so Baal charged them and impaled one after another on his spear. Body after body lined up on the cold Hell forged steel. Eventually the tips of the spear would become engulfed in flame, so he threw the spear in the air and caught it on side where there wasn’t any bodies. Then he used all of his imposed strength and tossed it at the direction of Mammon
“I will use your blood to create such a beautiful painting that even Picasso will congratulate me.” He yelled out with his booming hellacious voice.

 

Moo:  The large form of Astaroth proved problematic as he tore through the barrier. The warlocks around the castle could no longer maintain the force field, but it wasn’t as necessary. The cannons were fast at work until the number of the catapults had dwindled down until there were less than half remaining. It was a matter of minutes before a few more would be destroyed. The warlocks focused on protecting the soldiers instead, as the magma Astaroth created was tossed about the field, exploding on impact. Small barriers would surround them momentarily to avoid mass murder of the warriors in the way of the blasts. Instead of say, ten, only a few would take any hit.
Gabriel found herself feeling pleased while her claws smashed through some poor man’s stomach, clenching before she tore away the whole front of him. His stomach tore open, intestines dropping to the ground. She would simply lick her claw and it was another life added to her compilation. Oh yes, she was saving up for the finale.
Her armor was already completely stained with blood along her hands and arms. Her sword was heavier with the amount of carnage she’d collected. She had to give it a good swing to help rid some of the excess blood. Where she had been walking, there was a trail of bodies. Some headless, some cut in half. Others simply missed limbs…or like this poor bastard that crumpled before her…they missed flesh in certain areas.
An idiot swung at her from the left, his blade catching her arm with a clang. The armor in which trailed along this area would catch it before she turned her head to meet his gaze. His already wide eyes grew further. “It’s impolite to stare,” she said meekly. Her sword ran itself through his skull, penetrating the helm he wore as if it were simply tinfoil. That was the power of her Hell-Fire, as it improved her sword’s durability greatly. Her once simple blade had morphed until it was twice as large, curving slightly while it radiated bright red-orange flames.
These flames spread over the corpse upon contact. Had he not already been dead, he would have been screaming bloody murder. She frowned as she tugged at her sword once. The body came with it. Irritated, she pressed her foot against his chest and yanked her sword away. It made a sickeningly sweet noise as it left his head, blood spurting over her. She opened her mouth gladly, taking the blood on her tongue before swallowing. Yum! She made a noise of glee, obviously enjoying her killing spree.
Though admittedly it seemed that Baal was enjoying himself much more thoroughly. She would admire his strength from afar as he tore a body apart before laughing. That’s right! She would have this war finished before the sun set. Mammon would fail. And his head would decorate her throne room, along with Belial’s and Hex’s. A hall of fame, dedicated to those who fell to her feet. Those pathetic men deserved no better place than the floor at her feet. Maybe she would make a coat from his skin. Her blade lowered while she stared off into the distance, the circle of bodies around her giving plenty of warning to other warriors of greed. They simply did not want to fight her. Cowards, the lot of ’em.

 

Zetta:  The Gate-Keeper’s eyes were slit in the skies above from the incoming wind and limbs flying up to his level, his arms crossed in an x-formation before him to collect as much air as he could between his fingers to further halt his fall upon realizing his enemy to be fleeing the scene there. His crash landing seemed futile as the great draconian beast simply jumped a great distance from where he saw Cecil would land. The bloodied warrior did not care for what damage this would do to himself, but as he descended rapidly only wondered if he would make it to him before he could do any massive attacks. He landed, bringing a massive bunch of debris into the air around him. His choice land split majority of the fleshy mass that he had gathered in the air, which was primarily to damage his target further but now had served to break his fall. Still; as he positioned himself to punch through the dragon, the bulk of his hands, his knuckles were built up to withstand the pressure the ground would bring. That which he brought upon himself with that jump. As one who decided the capacity of their flesh, he was not so damaged when his knuckles met the blood-soaked ground.

The entire area around the man would suddenly twist and distort into an incomprehensible sight. The grass rose from the ground and was now blotting out his peripheral vision. For just a few moments while he had been recovering from shock was he then reminded of the fighting going on: Directly ahead of him were Thousands of soldiers all locked in battle out of nowhere, beside him, behind him, all around was fighting going on. Blade pit to blade; Yet not one person turned to the new one that had fallen from the sky. This was a battle-field clearly and the revolving intensity was enough to hike the nerves of any living being. Blood was shed at rapid rates and the ground beneath everyone’s feet was pooling blood, It would become clear now that this was an active genocide, there were simply too many people and escalating casualties to be anything but mass murder committed against royalty. Everyone involved would likely be dead, except for his Princess, that was for sure. And while Cecil could only be in observation if he did not join in as well. The dragon was too far ahead, and he was not going to just chase it down, he would carve a path of blood until he directly saw him again: These people became illusions of his past, a wall of flesh that he would tear down once again. They were impervious to incoming damage from him as what was happening was a scripted showing, no one defeated the Kingdom of Wrath in open combat. The blood under him however was ripe with many different cells and originated in the bodies of living men.

He grew blades of sharp diseased organs, becoming dense from his power. Taking those; he began running point-blank ahead trying to ensure the dragon had no place on the ground while Cecil still breathed. The warlocks were doing a fine job of saving the ones on the floor, while Cecil would make it unsafe for the remaining opposition of grunts until he found one strong. His arms tore people in half, some would manage to cut him before then, but would be split apart all the same. His eyes had deadened and became cold completely, with no satisfaction as long as Gabrielle remained necessary on this battle-field.

 

Razorbackwriter:  It was now a battle that rivaled any of the great events in history. The humans world of Terra could not possibly compete with the likes of the Demonic Princes and their savage armies. One might think it strange that all this was over the simple killing of a Prince by Gabriel, however one must understand that this was Hell, and the Seven Princes were of Sin. Each driven by that desire; and what could you expect from one like Mammon, whose true nature of Greed was showing through. Mammon had one of the best armies, fought in the most hellish of armor at great risk to himself….and all to prove a point. Hell was run by men, not the scantily clad wenches that easily destroy their mates; such as what had happened to Belial. In Mammon’s mind there was no Princess of Hell, just a whore that preyed on men’s needs and wasted when no longer of use.

Within the beserker armor; great change was occurring to the Prince of Greed. He no longer sounded like the pompous sexist pig of a man, but he was now more beast than anything else. Mammon chose his first target on which to wield his soul crying sword. With a great powered swing, he attempted to slice the Veiled man in two – who had been mostly obscured by a dark veil for the start of the fighting. But he was not totally unprepared for Mammon, having met the upward slash of Mammon’s blade with his own. The clash of two swords would cause a massive shock wave of sound and vibration, that reverberated back down through the handle and would jolt Mammon in such a way, that he fell back and had to grip his sword’s handle tighter. It was in this moment that the veiled man’s appearance really shone through. Light purple blue skin and spiky white hair. Mammon let out a roar of laughter on seeing his foe for the first time. It was hollowed, as if he had spoken down a long tunnel. .

” You own a extremely powerful blade. That much is for certain” The veiled man said, before using the momentum of his blade in a forward push to drive Mammon back. Mammon, who was still at full strength, did take a step back but planted his boot hard by the heel into the floor to slow and steady his stance once more, as he watched the veiled man flip backwards. Mammon changed his hand grip now to a two handed hold on the blade. To follow the veiled man in Mammon’s eyes was to lead him into a trap; away from the main prize of that bitch; Gabriel. Snarling he spat the word”COWARD!”, before his attention was seized by the whistling sound of an oncoming object. The skull helm turned sharply, where he then saw the oncoming of a spear being thrown at him with strength by none other than….Baal. The fire tipped spear blazing, struck the left shoulder of Mammon, it’s spear head piercing the armor plating. Mammon roared not in pain, but in anger. His closest ally had turned on him. Mammon released a hand from his sword grip and then reached up as the spear was wedged into his armor plating, with blood spewing out from the hole around the blade tip. One with the armor, he snapped the spear length free from the arrow head which was slowly being consumed by the armor itself as it worked to close the gap in the plating – forging the metal into itself. The spear length clattered to the ground as Mammon yelled back at Baal. ”And I’ll make you cook and eat your own flaccid cock! You treacherous pig!”

It was clear that there was now no love between the Prince of Gluttony and the Prince of Greed.

The bowmen, though dwindling in number due to the cannon fire and the constant attacks from the Wrath army were not retreating as one might imagine. Flanked now by the horseman, they made a full on run at the Castle to take on ALL of the Wrath army in a squirmish that would go down as the Day Hell turned in on itself. The battle elephants were now having to defend themselves, some spooked as their drivers were struck by enemy fire, and were now charging indiscriminately at the waves of soldiers regardless of whose side they were on. It was demon against demon, orc against orc. The Greed army was under orders to fight to the last man, and that was exactly what it intended to do.

The beserker armor was now changing forms as it became more skeletal in its shape, though black as night. The loud footfalls of the Prince of Greed would signal he was on the march to end the one that had started all of this, with her murderous spree. He knew Baal would probably make another attack, and boy did he hope he did. Mammon knew that if Baal was under the spell of the Princess, it would distract him from trying to end the Prince of Greed in battle. Baal only had enough blood to use his brain…or his cock, so if she was there flaunting her womanhood, Baal would be put off. Mammon was counting on it.

”COME FACE ME, YOU STINKING TART. I CAN SMELL YOUR FISHY SNATCH FROM HERE!”

 

~RB~