H e glared down at the woman as she got on her knees in his presence. The ultimate show of weakness, or inferiority being performed in Niyol's presence, in Niyol's direction, an action that the shirtless soul mage would easily tear Hana's soul out if she dared do such a thing. Had Niyol not had business to take care of this foolish woman would have already been cleaning her own skull from the walls before having her soul sent to burn for eternity... "I hold no servants you fool, now rise from the floor and depart my presence. I need not pawns defiling my eyes." he said with the most hateful, irritated, disgusted and cold tone he had ever once produced. He turned back around, facing the large gem and glaring at it just before the feeling of a more unsavory magical presence popping up than the woman behind Niyol...
Standing there on the massive platform, wind gently gliding past them was a dark figure in the shape of a female. It seemed to be made entirely of extremely dark magic, but Niyol knew this demonic presence to be the real version of an Unchained Demon... A gauntlet formed over Niyol's left arm that was seemingly made of blue flames. The flames however did nothing to Niyol, not even scorching him as these flames were ethereal by nature... they existed, but at the same time they didn't exist at all. The flames grew more intense, then began spiraling around the arm they were covering. "Now Niyol... I know you're mad-" the voice was a myriad of voices, not a single one, but rather multiples talking at once... and all of them were cut off by Niyol's right arm slamming into its stomach. The figure keeled over, bending at the spot Niyol's fist was impaling its stomach in and then ended up being lifted off the ground. However, it didn't stop when Niyol's other fist, the one with the ethereal flames coating it, came around and slammed into the figures back sending it down to the ground. Once on the floor, the flames erupted, engulfing a very small area of the roof in a pillar of blue and black fire a few feet wide.
The feminine woman started getting up speaking with a voice that implied urgency "Please... just listen t-" a foot slid under the figure and lifted it off the ground with a quick jerking motion. He grabbed her by the throat, pulling hard with all his strength to send her towards the jewel, a death defyingly lout cracking sound being heard when the figure slammed into it. Something black spewed from its mouth upon impact, possibly blood? Niyol certainly care to stop and find out, it was extremely obvious by the way he conjured a black magic circle behind him with a demon's face in the center that shot him forward with a quickness, more blue flames around his left fist. These ones were in the form of twelve small orbs, wisps to be specific, all arranged like the numbers on a clock. They spun around his fist and then converged on it just before Niyol went for the money shot after closing the gap so quickly. "Niyo-" cut off again by the fist impacting its face, Niyol releasing an enrage battle cry just before the flames erupted to encompass the entire rooftop's area this time and making an enormous explosion of ethereal fire. None of this would cause any harm to Marceline as the spirits making up the flames only attack Niyol's enemies, and she was nothing more than a bystander in this battle.
A shot of death energy sent Niyol flying back as the figure desperate tried to hold back its power to avoid killing Niyol before it had a chance to even talk to him. Niyol bounced a few times, the last one ended with the shirtless man sliding on his feet with a hand on the surface of the rooftop to prevent him from falling forward. He stopped sliding a few inches shy of sliding off said roof, and immediately stood tall with his standard stoic expression. "Just listen to me, I know you're-" Niyol let out a breath as the dark figure spoke, then began inhaling a long breath "-angry, but you must compose yourself!"
If Marceline were able to feel it, she would notice that not only was the life energy being siphoned from the world around her, but the souls of any creature for a three mile radius as well. Assuming she had a soul, she would notice a very minor tug, like a young child trying to get its mother's attention by pinching at her coat, but nothing worse would happen. If she lacked a soul, as some beings in this world did, Marceline would feel nothing at all. Blue energy came to Niyol, forming a magic circle in front him and being overlayed by a black magic circle with, you guessed it, black energy. Looking out over the distance, Marceline would see the plant like surrounding the Sky Tower being reduced to noting more than dust, animals dropping and erupting to powder, and the edges of the tower itself beginning to show signs of aging. "Soul Guardian's..." "Damnit you brat, listen to me!" "...Death Demon FLARE!" an enormous blast of black energy spiraling with blue energy around a brilliant, bright white core would fire from the magic circle combination.
A black barrier appeared in front the feminine figure that instantly shattered upon being hit by Niyol's attack, sending the figure flying back and slamming into the gem again as the attack flew around it further damaging it. "Damn it you insolent bastard, you're going to make me hurt you." it said through the attack. "Death Demon's Flare!" a blast of dark energy shot through Niyol's hitting the magic circles and shattering them. Niyol clicked his tongue, glaring at the black silhouette of a woman with eyes containing nothing short of the purest, most refined hatred any mortal could imagine. Such hatred could not only be seen in his eyes, but could be felt encroaching on a person's very body...
Gravity began to seen harsher... Niyol's Spirit Pressure began growing, the spirits around him concentrating to such great amounts that they effected the physical world by causing the bond that tethers two masses to increase exponentially. The figure's legs began to buckle under the immense pressure, even a force of nature couldn't stand tall when being acted on by another force of nature... especially when that force of nature was the same type as it was. The phrase 'fighting fire with fire' being the most appropriate one.
The silhouette lifted its right hand, six magic circles appearing on it. One magic circle on each finger, and one larger one in the middle of its palm. "Chains... of Death." it said with a pained voice, Niyol's Spirit Pressure causing even its lungs to have trouble holding up. Six black chains shot up from under Niyol, the first four latching onto Niyol's arms and legs, the fifth wrapped around his upper torso and coiled down to his abdomen and the sixth did the same to his legs. The chains on his appendages spun around him, encasing the mage in a cocoon and began glowing, cutting off Niyol's source of magic, the decayed remnants of long forgotten souls, rendering him unable to continue his fight. "I'LL KILL YOU!" he shouted, his incisors beginning to elongate and sharper to resemble that of a truly fierce predator. Like a beast caught in a trap, Niyol wriggled violently while shouting with hatred caking his voice, the unadulterated rage echoing through the surrounding area.
The black figure was having a hard time keeping Niyol tied down, having to constantly tighten the chains every time Niyol shifted in an attempt to find just the right amount of tension to restrain him without crushing him. "Listen boy, we do not want to kill you... we merely need to-" "-FUCK ALL OF YOU! ...I'LL TEAR YOU ALL IN HALF FOR WHAT YOU DID!" Niyol's eyes changed from their standard dark purple, to a dark blue color and the whites turned black. The edge of his iris seemed to form cracks where the black of his eyes bled into them, the demonic scar under Niyol's eye began glowing with a black aura that spread to every last one of his plethora of scars that he'd earned over the past twenty years of his life. He then bit down on one of the chains, his teeth going straight through it as he began eating the death magic they were made of. He then inhaled and consumed the rest of the chains, rising to his feet and wiping his mouth. "That tasted foul." he said with a low growl.
Niyol then reeled back slowly, inhaling further before jerking his body forward and unleashing a horrid howl of rage. On top of this, a blast of death energy shot out from his mouth with a small magic circle inside it that was masked by... everything really. The silhouette lifted its arms in front its body in an 'X' formation, taking the hit like a champ without budging an inch and sending the attack in all directions around it. "Chains of Torment!" it shouted, this time the magic circle appeared directly under Niyol. Chains shot through Niyol's feet, his ankles, his knees, his hip joints and then pulled on them all to send Niyol to the ground. Claws had grown from Niyol's hands, each two inches long and razor sharp. He began crawling towards the silhouette, slamming the claws into the roof and pulling himself towards it with all his strength, the links on the chains of torment beginning to stretch. "I'll... end you..." he repeated, the statement becoming more of an oath than a simple grouping of words.
Another magic circle appeared below Niyol, chains flying up and slamming through his hands, wrists, elbows, and shoulder joints. More chains from a third magic circle shot out through Niyol's lower torso and more still through his lunges, all of them curling to bind him to the ground. Blood began pooling around Niyol, but he still continued trying to get closer and keep going, the hatred in his eyes only growing more severe. "I don't like doing this... but I have business with you..."
The world around the Sky Tower changed to a much darker one... the sky turned blood red, the floor was now cobblestone and in front Niyol was a large platform. The silhouette turned and walked away, sitting down on a throne in the middle of the platform. To its left was a woman with white hair, the Demon of War, Altsoba. To the silhouette's right was a man sitting with one leg folded over the other and looking down at Niyol, the Peacekeeper Demon, Kazimir. The former, a demon that acted as Niyol's teacher, best friend, mother, and outlet when he needed one. The latter acted as the best friend and loyal servant to his daughter... "You brought a girl with you... my you really have gotten better. Did you do it yet?" Altsoba said with a playful tone, a small grin growing on her creme colored face. "I'LL KILL YOU HARLOT!" Niyol shouted, his hatred towards everything beginning to truly show. The chains tightened on Niyol, causing him to spit up blood. "Sir Niyol, please be reasonable... her ladyship would be appalled to see you in this condition, and frankly I detest seeing it myself. If you simply calm yourself death would remove the chains and we can all talk peaceably." Kazimir said calmly, trying to reason with Niyol whom he'd normally seen in a much healthier state of mind. "TALK TO MY ASS YOU BASTARD!" was the reply before more chains were formed.
Altsoba turned her gaze to Marceline, crimson eyes narrowing on the woman. "You there... what's your name, and why are you here? My vessel does not associate well with many, and those he does I'm normally quite aware of." she said with a voice that would only point to the fact that Altsoba was a queen, as well as a demoness.
WC: 2,044 3,804 Out of 5,000 |
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