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by History/Story
Face Claim:
Argenta - Dragon Nest ((Main FC))
Fujiwara no Mokou - Touhou Project ((Demonised human form))
Tomoe Gozen/Inferno Archer - Fate Grand Order ((True demon form))
Former Faceclaim - Previous life:
Yowane Haku - Vocaloid
Eleonora "Elen" Viltaria - Madan no Ou To Vanadis
Cinder Fall - RWBY
Face Claim:
Argenta - Dragon Nest ((Main FC))
Fujiwara no Mokou - Touhou Project ((Demonised human form))
Tomoe Gozen/Inferno Archer - Fate Grand Order ((True demon form))
Former Faceclaim - Previous life:
Yowane Haku - Vocaloid
Eleonora "Elen" Viltaria - Madan no Ou To Vanadis
Cinder Fall - RWBY
RP Sample:
- The Last Showdown of Light and Fire:
It might have never been. Father never told me in the first place how, and on a more important note, why he'd done it; he just did. Mother'd hoped he'd falter at the sight of his youngest child, drenched in sweat and covered in blood more fresh than the rain pouring down at that very moment. His eyes stared at me, his stare cold and piercing. For some reason however I couldn't avert my gaze, as if doing so was denying his life... MY life... and the deeds that bound us. It took me a long while before noticing what was actually occurring at that moment. One way or another, the silence between us had been more deafening than an army of soldiers bellowing their songs of war, more threatening than their march shaking the earth beneath our feet. For the first time I realized the heat upon my skin; dreaded. Licking. Yet staying their ground, as if an invisible force kept them there, unable to creep back nor forth, paralysed in fear for the being they were supposed to devour. Father only smiled. A sad smile, whilst his hands loosened their grip upon the crimson spear he'd been holding and gently cupped my face as he sunk to his knees as well.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered.
I knew he was lying. He had repeated the words he'd directed to mother as well-- after felling her. My eyes contradicted the words I uttered almost automatically. I'd been used to this kind of façade; after all, was I not the Heir of Fire? The incarnation of the ancient Fire God himself? Father noticed and looked at me with a mixture of understanding and anger, the sadness fading from his eyes as that iron mask of his fell back upon his face.
"I see... you're not going to go along with the current ending, are you?" he asked while letting go off my face.
It took me a moment to face him directly; the spear protruding my abdomen made it hard to talk, let alone breathe.
"What makes you think of that, dear Father? Not pleased with your daughter's progress?"
"Not in the slightest. In fact, you couldn't make me prouder.... your mother also."
Something hit Father in the face, swift and cutting, but most of all-- hard. A large gash appeared almost instantly upon his cheek, blood dripping down at steady pace. He grinned, and I looked at my hand with disgust once the event that had occurred finally sunk in. Claws of a vicious creature had taken the place of my right forearm and hand, the nails obviously tainted by my Father's blood. I growled as his words echoed within me. "You couldn't make me prouder... your mother also."
"Don't you dare speak of mother after-- after you---"
"After I...WHAT? Speak, Kenna, tell me! Let me face the horror of my deeds. Reprimand me for my sins, like the incarnation before you did! Punish me for being ignorant of the gifts I received, of the blasphemy I committed... of the sins I have yet to perpetrate."
"Why you-- ignorant. bastard." I managed to say, pushing my body to stand as he straightened his back and rose to his feet. I could feel the energy seeping out through the massive wound in my chest, but the heat remained within me, growing stronger with every inch I rose. He only smiled, nodding softly as he felt the energy feeding the flames.
"Good. Rekindle that fire you thought extinguished... revive that dying fire with that hatred of yours. Let it aid my cause-- and yours as well."
"Even if you're of ancient blood, immortal yet... I will do as you please. Do what I should've done in the very beginning, Father... for this is where it ends-!!"
Without a second thought, I took hold of the crimson spear protruding my body and pulled. The blood that had added to its crimson colour now splattered all over, dotting the earth with liquid crimson petals. It hurt more than I wanted to admit at first, but bit my lip and persisted with the indescribable pain as I planted it before him, glaring into his clear blue eyes. My own eyes reflected in them, like sparkling rubies emitting fire.
"The end? Oh no, by far. This... is only the beginning." he replied, taking hold of his spear without taking his eyes off of me.
I knew by then what would become; of me, of him, of the world. Our battle would rage for weeks on end, my ancient fire clashing with his divine light, both on par, both immortal. But this showdown would only permit one winner... to live or lose was the answer to the unposed question. Light slowly gathered around his spear, imbuing it with the power I despised, while I on my turn called upon the fire in my being. The ring of fire rose up high before dispersing, the crown of flames upon my head slowly manifesting, my fists garnering the fire of the heavens I had silently called for. There was no turning back now. Not anymore. If I had been human once, if I had been human until this moment, it was time to cast it off, and take upon the name I truly was meant to be; like my father before me had done as well. I am the last incarnation of Akahtor, the supreme God of Fire that created humanity; I was known as Kenna Ageha. I am known as the Queen of Fire. My father before me is the vessel of Ishtar, the true God of Light that created humanity. He was known as Marek Terrynhain. He is known as the Lord of Dismay. My life, the story up till now, it was all a lie. What happens from here on will go down in histories as the battle that decided the fate of the Gods. The fate of Men. The fate of Life.
The outcome? The only one who knows that is the very reason we engaged each other for in this final epic. His. Hers. Simply put...Fate.
He'd made peace with his, while I embraced mine.
The Future of the Demon Queen
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Last edited by Aura on 10th March 2019, 3:24 pm; edited 3 times in total
