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    Steal From The Rich and Slaughter Them Too (Demi/Job)

    Medeia
    Medeia

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    Lineage : Gold Rush
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    Posts : 229
    Guild : Errings Rising
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Mentor : None
    Experience : 10,675

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Lost Pharoah's Curse God Slayer
    Second Magic: Vampire Demon Slayer
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    Post by Medeia on 13th May 2019, 4:32 am

    It had not been all that long since she had taken the plunge and allowed herself to be branded with the mark of a guild. A step that until recently would have been unfathomable for her, however, her goals and those of the guild were at least compatible with each other and that fact more than any other had convinced her to join. There was also a vibe about Errings Rising that captured her attention, one that was quite different to the pitiful factions that the slayer had been aware of up until then. The dark appeal of the guild had swiftly aroused the more perverse emotions that were never to far away from the surface, leaving her in a rather odd state of mind although it was by no means a negative state in her view. Saying that she felt at home among her new allies was not even close to being true but she was able to tolerate them more than most of those that she met, which was a step forward in itself. It was going to take time for her to adapt to this latest twist in her journey but she would, as she always did. If things went awry? Well, she would simply leave and return to her god hunting, without a word of farewell. Loyalty was not something that she simply gave out to anyone who asked for it, something that she noted that many of her guild mates seemed to do. However, Sarisha did not quite feel the same way towards the so called "Queen of Errings Rising." The woman was certainly odd but was she simply as deluded as the pompous fools who she was surrounded by today? Possibly. Time would tell.

    There was nothing that irritated her more than the drivel that came from the mouths of the rich and pompous. The constant verbal diarrhoea was enough to drive anyone around the twist and considering the mood that the tall pink haired woman was in, it did not take much to get on her nerves. These foolish peons just failed to see how pitiful and pathetic they truly were, unable to fathom that in the grand scheme of things, they were little more than ants although that would not be the case for long, not if Sarisha had her way. A lesson would be taught today although whether any of these idiots would survive was another story. She had come to this place for one sole reason and it certainly was not to waste her time conversing with this arrogant rabble. No, that was not the plan at all, in fact, shutting them up would be a far more accurate description of her task, one that was she was looking forward to immensely. There was blood to be shed and items to be looted and that thought was enough to drive her more savage instincts to the surface. Oh, it would be an entertaining mission, that was for certain, it was just the waiting around that was the issue.

    Sarisha was many things but subtle was not one of them and so she had simply been forced to wait on the outskirts of the settlement, whilst her partner for the mission had made her way inside to scout the place out. It made sense but that did not help soothe her impatience in the slightest and add the fact that her enhanced hearing made it that she could still hear every word of boring conversation, resulted in an incredibly pissed off mage. Oh, how she just wanted to charge in there and rip the throats out of everyone that she ran in to. It was an incredibly pleasurable thought and helped her keep herself pumped up. It had actually been a while since she had last simply let loose and just splattered some blood, human blood anyway. Her fights with the god's had always been strictly one to one and although fighting them was the ultimate high, she did miss the thrill of allowing herself to simply run wild and lay waste to the insects of the world.

    Bored and irritated, the water goddess had eventually taken a seat on the ground, watching those around her, her red eyes blazing a hole through those she looked at. Most simply walked past her without a word although she did seem to catch the attention of a couple of figures on horseback, armed figures, who looked like guards or soldiers of some kind. They each had a smug look on their faces and the patronising gazes that were coming from them caused Sarisha to see red. The arrogance of it. To be looked at in such a way was the last straw and as they came towards her, Sarisha stood up, rushed over to the lead horse and pulled the guard off, a look of anger etched across her face, sending him crashing to the floor hard. His partner's horse bolted at that moment, dashing forwards and carrying the startled guard onwards, leaving Sarisha to deal with the fallen figure.

    Mounting him quickly, she lashed out out with her fists, pummelling him with powerful blows to his upper body and head, breaking through his pitiful defence and soon having free reign over where to hit him. Most of the people around them scattered instantly, screaming and running like headless chickens. Sarisha, however, was focused purely on the apiece of trash underneath her and duly smashed her fist in to his face continuously. He stopped moving after a time but that made little difference, as the mage kept hitting him anyway. Every punch sent a little spark of pleasure through her frame and she was thoroughly enjoying herself, her expression changing from one of anger, to one of sheer ecstasy. Her hands were already sticky with blood and it certainly got her blood pumping. A perfect little warm up for what was soon to happen although it was only then that a thought came to mind.

    Where was the other guard?

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    Post by Demi on 17th May 2019, 3:03 pm

    A lot had happened in such a short time for the albino woman, more than she thought could or should have in all honesty. She had betrayed the one she once held so dear almost killing him but maybe permanently blinding him due to being told to choose where her loyalties lay and only being given three days to decide it. She had chosen the family she was raised with, the pieces of herself that she believed lost for so long but even now she was unsure if they had been found. Many in her situation may find regret in their decision but she did not, she was at peace with what she had decided on the beach, that day on Tolgalen. She knew the day was coming where she would be told to choose and had prepared herself for it, all be it she hadn't decided what she was going to do until she actually done it. She had decided on a whim she would turn her back on the light and fulfil the path she was raised to walk so the one she hurt could live in peace, more than that though she wanted to be back with those she had lost almost seven years ago amongst them sat the one she had forced her heart to forget as she believed him to have betrayed her the most.

    After that day they had went to a village to destroy it, she tried to save a child but that was in vein, Cirven had found out and though she had found something she believed of equal worth. The child was still killed and she was punished for the defiance, she knew she had been lucky then as she had put his nails on the weakest point of her allowing her existence to be snuffed out once and for all. She had felt his inner turmoil as he went backwards and forwards about her fate and it ended with her crystal getting a few deep lacerations within it, to say it hurt would have been an understatement. Before that however they ended up in the hidden city of demons and devils and it was at this point she found out about Cirven's lineage, that surprised her to no end as she always had seen him as a clown, well somethings never really seemed to change she guessed. He was still a clown as far as she was concerned. During that time however they went to another dimension she guessed so Cirven could prove his strength, and told the others that only she would be permitted to fight and if she didn't then they would all die. Thing was her mind was already a little unstable thanks to what she had done to the young CEO of the West Fiore Trading Company and the mind games Cirven had put her through so she lashed out after opening a door in herself she never liked to open.

    While in that form she fully gave herself to her madness, she wanted everything around her dead and didn't care about the aftermath. The former king thought he had Cirven beat but she knew he was just playing possum and called him on it after hitting him with the flat end of the scythe before going to deal with the fake Devil king. She had hit him a few times but the killing blow came from Cirven after he had had his fun, her form faded and she informed him she would need to rest for a few days and would do so in the void because she just didn't trust them not to kill her or let her be killed. He wanted to deny her and she let him know she wasn't asking for his permission, with a short back and forward the two ended up fighting, releasing everything they had into one burst each. They had both done damage to the other that would have been deadly to a normal person, he had put his hand right through her gut to the point you could see the fist almost bursting through her back, she on the other hand had cut up his face leaving a scar that would never heal. A reminder that she wasn't subservient to him, that she stood by his side not at his foot.

    What happened after that she wasn't quite sure, she had blacked out through exhaustion and most likely blood loss. She had given him all she had, their way of showing their love for one another and she was now at his mercy. She awoke a little time afterwards in one of Korvin's pocket realms her stomach still with a gaping hole in it but stood demanding to go where Cirven was and though with reluctance was given what she wanted. Demon guards had gotten in the way of her getting to the newly transformed Cirven, she could see the scar she had given him and one she remembered she had given him when they were kids, she was sure that had healed so could only surmise he had put it there himself as a way to show his commitment to her which she thought was sweet. She notified him that she would be gone for a week while she rested up and dealt with a private matter, she would do what he needed if there was anything before then It turned out there was so she went with them.

    After the 'visit' to the snow covered village she and the others had made their way to the former guild hall of the Basilisk's, it was not the home of a new guild one that seemed to align to their own needs for the moment. She hated snow, not because she felt the cold because she didn't it was because she could close her eyes and blend into the surroundings pretty much. Cirven stated he wanted to do something a little different and while the others would do the scouting and information gathering they would pretend to be 'tourists', yeah like anyone would believe she was a tourist given how she looked she would pass as a snow maiden and she knew it. It was when they got to the door and they talked to the guard she played her part as the nervous newly wed wife but hearing him say that they wanted to consummate their marriage on the mountain had caught her off guard, so much so she didn't know exactly what to do at that point. Part of her was embarrassed the other part wanted to kick him off the mountain, it didn't matter to much as the guard was kicked through the door and they walked in. It was then they met the 'servants' of the lady of the castle and killed a few more of her guards, while Cirven she was supposed to go to the throne room and wait for them, that didn't happen as she ended up in the kitchen making soup for her family and a stupidly expensive doughnut for Sara for 'letting' her use the facilities.

    She was unsure of the so called 'queen' of this guild, to her she seemed like a brat that would throw her toys out of her pram if she was told no. Where it would have its uses at times, she could already see herself wanting to break the rules of death and killing her, she had very little patience for fools and even less for brats. She once believed it was why she could deal with the clown that was Cirven but she knew deep down that this wasn't actually the case, these two had been raised together, to fight each other with everything they had, they despised it at first all they wanted to do was play but that life wasn't theirs, that path had been refused to them. What awaited them was pain, sorrow, anguish, abuse and the wish to die; they were nothing more than tools for those who 'raised' them. They had been not only raised to deal with those unworthy to live in the new utopia that was to come but destroy the gods of old so that the puppet gods could take over. She believed the latter was such a pathetic existence, living only as a puppet she would rather give into what she was, but then, she was the only one they could never seem to break, not fully and she came to realise at a later time this was because of her races mental fortitude. They were natural telepaths and that meant they had a unique way of not only protecting their minds but their moral compasses, but that didn't mean she didn't kill because she did and it really didn't bother her who it was. Man, woman, child... you were all going to die at some point, so why not by her hand.

    She had then travelled to the place she grew up originally facing old trials and memories, it was a sirens call of sorts, she knew she was missing vital information and skills the rest weren't but also she hoped to find some answers. She did in the end during her time in her capsule being tormented by a sadistic soul who was once the lead scientist of the tests on herself and Cirven. She forgot spirits couldn't hide their true natures even if the shell could, she refused to give him the satisfaction of passing out though her body was begging her to, screaming for it to stop. It was true she couldn't feel pain normally but she had a weak spot at the back of her neck, a gem that held her very essence and information within it and he had one of the machines stick a needle into it before she could fight back. She wanted to scream out but her body couldn't release a noise. It may have only been a week but she went through what the others had in seven years in one week and even one 'lesson' had years of training thrown into it. At the end of it her wound had been healed but she had a scar that would never fade, a sign of her devotion to him, the one who gave it to her.

    After she had finished the hellish week she exited the capsule unaware that she had 'changed' at least at first, taking the soul of the scientist she was about to eat it like she promised herself she would she heard Ves telling her she was needed somewhere. It was then she seen the horns and the pale rose pink tint to her hair and was wondering what the hell had happened to her, but that was something that would need to wait as she requested a portal from Korvin and found herself changed from the black outfit she was in to a now white and pale pink dress. It wasn't to long before she was attacked by Cirven and easily dodged only to ask Ves what the hell was going on and if he didn't pipe up he'd end up dead. It turned out that the group and the regent of the devil nation believed that the two should be married, in honesty no one in the group knew how to marry so she couldn't believe that he was being serious but still the two fought.

    This was the only way they knew how to show the other they loved the other, this was how they showed their devotion, their strength. It had always been this way. This was the only way they knew how to show what they felt. Their dance of death that bore everything to the other, the world could be getting destroyed around them and yet to them there was nothing but the other. They spoke their 'vows' and their 'I do's' and finally kissed each other properly for the first time since their strange courting had began as children, but this, this love was something that only the two could understand and that suited them just fine. It then had then dawned on her that if his blood had changed her then it meant he came from a primodial line like she had, it this was indeed the case then her blood would have changed him and that meant he was now a reaper like she was; if this was indeed the case she knew this would be second nature to him but it meant that he was going to experience a pain like no other as she would have to pull out his reaping weapon. She couldn't wait to do that, oh wait yes she could, she hadn't done it that long ago to another she didn't feel like doing it to her husband in all honesty but without it, well, he was far from as strong as he could be.

    This was what had went through her head the entire journey to the country this 'task' was to take place, it wasn't exactly a job as they hadn't taken a job. No, this was was more a bonding exercise. The albino woman wasn't known to play nice with those outside her group or now the twins but she decided she should at least try, and nothing said bonding like taking out the arrogant morons that believed that their wealth would save them from the darkness that was to come. They obviously didn't expect the two women then or they would know that no amount of wealth was going to save them. She had very little interest in looting shiny trinkets, to her they worth very little, as a goddess of death she knew it wasn't going to come with her when she went through a new cycle. Knowledge however, she eventually unlocked that as she grew and so it was far more valuable in her mind, then again even if the information she gathered wasn't useful to her she was sure it would be to someone else. Selling it meant she could name her price and sometimes that price was high but it was up to the one she was in business with on wither they would meet her price. She had told the other to wait outside while she scouted around the area, the reason for this was because of what she was she could move around unseen and she had souls at her beckon call who would be her eyes but still she liked to have a look around herself. She had only been gone for around twenty minutes but she could tell by the time she got back that her partner was far from being happy, in fact, it looked like she was ready to destroy everyone and everything around her. It made the albino woman smile from her perch on the roof she was currently on wondering if she should make the other wait longer, just to see if she would actually explode but allowed herself to be seen "Are you ready there Sari-" she asked from the roof of the nearby town hall.

    The woman could only sigh seeing what had just happened, "Great, starting to think the bratty princess would have been better to come here with." she complained jumping down from the roof and landing silently in a crouch. Watching as her job partners quite contently seemed to pummel the life out of the man she had knocked off the horse. "You couldn't hold off just a little longer, my gods woman.." she scolded the other before a beautifully ornate scythe appeared in her hand as she twisted hitting the second horse at the knees removing the base of the hind legs making it fall as it couldn't support itself. the way it fell it had trapped the leg of the second guard, moving over she stood on the guard as if he was nothing but a step "Don't mind me, I'll deal with you in a moment. By the way.. heads or tails?" she said with a sickly sweet smile and tone as she twirled her scythe cleanly taking the horses head off "Nevermind it seems like it was heads." she chuckled watching as the head had landed right next to the guards, the poor man seemed to struggle to get away but had no chance with the weight of the horse and though she was on she was on him she weight absolutely nothing "Sarisha, I got you the other one, it's only fair to take care of the matching pair after all." she said scratching her head with the tip of her scythe. "Then we can have a talk." she said to the other, her tone slightly frustrated "I swear, children have no patience these days." she sighed speaking to herself than to anyone else before shaking her head hopping off the man if the other decided to take care of the other guard, if not she would slowly start lopping off limbs leaving him in the street to bleed to death in agonising pain.

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    Medeia
    Medeia

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    First Magic: Lost Pharoah's Curse God Slayer
    Second Magic: Vampire Demon Slayer
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    Post by Medeia on 18th May 2019, 4:57 am

    The sound of something large and heavy crashing to the ground captured the water goddesses attention and she turned her head around, to find that her partner had already put a stop to the rampaging beast and rider. Well, almost anyway, as her enhanced hearing could easily make out the pitiful screams and shouts that were coming from the crushed guard. He only had moments to live under all that weight but when the offer came for her to finish him off, she was swift to capitalise on it. She rose to her feet, licked one of her bloody arms, savouring the taste and allowing the lust to continue to fester within, before walking over to the fallen figure. She paid little attention to the albino women's attempts at scolding, uncaring and uninterested in such things. How she chose to act and behave was entirely her affair, no one else's and the complaints of her partner would certainly not make any difference. Sarisha acted on impulse and instinct, allowing her natural and wild side to take the lead in any situation. Had it always been that way? No, that had not always been the case but times had changed and the goddess had evolved in to what she had always wished to be. She was no longer simply a carrier of Valara's godly essence but had become the deity herself, an act that had only recently come to pass.

    Kneeling down beside the guard, she briefly considered about whether to simply deliver the same brutal beat down that she had performed on the other guard. His eyes turned to her, a blue eyed gaze that reminded very much of Valara and that did momentarily cause her to pause . He had exactly the same as eyes as the goddess did, a powerful gaze usually although now the male was in such pain and anguish that it was simply wild and fearful. As the seconds went by, his screams began to lessen, as his ebbed away. Sarisha, however, did not deliver the final strike and simply watched, as though she was frozen in time, while her mind seemed to briefly rewind to her final encounter with the goddess.

    It had only been shortly before joining Errings Rising, a week, maybe two and Sarisha had just unlocked her takeover form, thanks to the unexpected assistance from Angelica, an angel of the heavenly realm. She had struck the mage with the lightning staff, a weapon borrowed from the god of lightning himself, which had tore through the slayer, causing every fibre of her being to spasm with pain and torment. Lightning was a natural weakness and they both knew it, resulting in Sarisha experiencing a level of pain that she had never felt before. It was overpowering and eventually managed to cause her to drop to her knees. The goal of Angelica, however, was not to kill the mage though but simply rip out the soul of Valara and return her to the heavenly castle, where she would be trialled and punished for her further so called crimes. The staff was the key to breaking the bond between mage and goddess or at least, that is what they had believed.

    That was not what happened, however.

    As Sarisha knelt there, attempting to take the brunt of the lightning, she started to feel a different sensation. One that was not the ripping of souls but symbiosis instead. The lightning was merging her and Valara even closer together, not further apart and that was the mistake that Angelica and the gods had made. They had underestimated the strength of the pact that the two beings had made and it was in that moment that they finally found harmony which each other, unlocking Sarisha's full potential and granting her Valara's form. The fight instantly became one sided after that and the mage had easily managed to destroy the angelic being, pounding her in to the dirt, similar to how she had just beaten the guard, before unleashing her most graphic of abilities. She had leaned over, captured Angelica's lips with her own and drained her for the remainder of her life force, an act that she reserved only for those that she was either attracted to or that had deserved that fate.

    Victorious, she had simply wiped the liquid from her mouth and took a meditation type of stance, finally having achieved balance and allowed her mind to travel inwards, where she and Valara could finally meet, without having to rely on another mage to steady the connection with their magic power. However, when she finally reached the beach, for that was what her inner world always looked like, she found that Valara was beyond livid with what had occurred and had attacked Sarisha with a fury that only a deity could unleash. The two fought in a savage contest, both using exactly the same move sets and clashing again and again. Blood soon scattered the beach and both of them fought like the most savage of animals. Eyes wild, senses keen and both driven with the impulse to destroy the other. It made little sense and once or twice, the mage wondered why it was happening? Should her godly partner not be pleased about their new state? It seemed not and the two continued their dance inside the inner world for what seemed like hours, blows were exchanged, violent blasts of water were fired everywhere and even the usually beautiful blue sky turned grey and thundery, mirroring the emotions of the two combatants.

    What surprised Sarisha about the fight more than anything was just how even they were. Up until that point, Valara had always been the dominant, with the pinkette having to be the incredibly reluctant submissive. The goddess had always won their previous contests, whether that had been in combat or simply when it came to love making. Now, that was not the case and the two were perfectly balanced and equal in ferociousness and skill. They duelled all the way across the beach and back so many times and in fact, time itself seemed to stop for the duration. How long had they been fighting for? Minutes? Hours? Weeks? It was impossible to tell but the sheer elation that they both felt was a sensation that Sarisha would never forget. Yes, the pain from her wounds was immense and yes, the exhaustion was indescribable but they were insignificant compared to the sense of bliss that came with it. To be able to fight her lover on even ground and to finally be a match for her was overwhelming. It was a goal that she had not even known that she had wished until then. That bliss was mirrored in the face of Valara, along with something else, it was pride. They had never considered each other as master and apprentice but perhaps it was something that had never had to be said. The bond that they shared was so much more than that and the only true connection that the pink haired woman with anyone. Yet, now, as they desperately continued to struggle, she began to realise something.

    This was going to be the end.

    The pace of the fight began to slow but neither of the two would give in and the damage began to rack up at an even greater pace. Both of them by now were entirely saturated in blood, their chests heaving with weariness and the pair of eight foot behemoths were pretty much spent. Yet, the lust kept them moving forwards and their refusal to yield caused things to continue. It was no longer about skill but about sheer drive and the will to win. The blows from both were becoming ragged and wild, missing the target by an absolute mile. It was becoming easier to block each attack and Sarisha began to get the upper hand, managing to start pushing Valara back with each strike, scoring the more decisive blows, with one of the most effective being a thunderous strike to the goddesses stomach, followed by a savage strike to the liver, followed by an almighty uppercut, a combination that even the mage could feel. She was starting to dominate and the two of them knew it. Valara's slashes and physical strikes were losing power fast and the slayer reacted by piling on as much pressure as her weary frame could muster, trying to break the goddesses guard for the last time.

    Having ducked under a mighty slash from the goddess, Sarisha vanished in to water and had reappeared behind Valara, before striking her with a powerful of pair of punches to the kidneys, which caused her to fall to the ground. The mage then grabbed hold of Valara's wings and pulled with all of her remaining strength, causing both of them to scream, one in rage and one in pain. It took an enormous effort and most of Sarisha's remaining strength but with a horrible and wrenching crack, she managed to wrench Valara's wings off, showering herself in even more blood and causing the goddess to shriek with such ear splintering loudness that it resonated around the entire beach. After that, all became quiet as Valara fell to the ground, well and truly beaten.

    The slayer would then collapse beside her partner, blood seeping from every orifice, feeling a weariness that she had experienced before. Yet, the pride that she had felt for winning the fight made it all worth it and after a minute of simply recovering her strength, she managed to push herself up to her knees. opened her mouth and unleashed a furious roar that thundered across the beach. A beach, she would note, with a sky that was clearing up again, to reveal a beautiful blue one, with sunshine once again raining upon it. Sarisha's blood lust had began to disappear at that point and her takeover form vanished, returning the slayer to her normal form. She had little strength to anything other than simply watch the beautiful beach and that is what she had ended up doing.

    At least until she detected movement beside her, resulting in her managing to haul Valara's body over, to find the goddess staring straight up at her. She was still alive and no words came from her lips but in truth, they were unnecessary. The look in her eye said it all, one of pride, one of happiness and most important though, one of love. The goddess gently took Sarisha's hand and briefly kissed it, implying what was meant to happen now. The time of cohabitation was over and in order for the mage to grow, she would now have to be one, in order to fulfil her potential. For so long, the slayer had believed that their partnership was what had given her the strength that she now had but it was only now that she finally understood that it was simply not true. The only reason that Valara had stayed in her mind was to teach her the fundamentals of her magic and now that this had been achieved, she no longer served a purpose. It was a harsh lesson but the fight that they had just taken part in had made everything clear.

    To Sarisha's shock, Valara actually shed a tear at that moment, something that she had never imagined the goddess to do but the slayer did not follow in kind. She had become hardened by the contest and there was not one sign of tears from her. The lesson had been learned. With one final smile, Valara beckoned Sarisha forwards and with a nod of her head, the mage leaned over and captured the goddesses lips with her own, performing the equivalent of the last rites. There was no water dome to shield the pair though from sight as there was no one but them and as they made love for the final time and the ability took effect, the beach started to fall apart and everything turned to darkness.

    Finding herself still staring at the guard, Sarisha clenched her fist and rammed it repeatedly in to the face of the guard, her expression murderous as she went about her task. The blood was soon starting to flow again, unleashing a ferocious volley of strikes that seemed to be grow in speed after each strike. There was nothing he could do and simply flailed under the weight the horse, his cries soon being stemmed due to the force of her strikes. This was just the second of many that would fall to her today and god help....no, that was a foolish notion, no one could help these fools today. No man, god, demon or anything that else that lived on this world or any other. Everyone in this town was a target, all of them, without prejudice. Well, if she found an attractive female then things could go in another direction but for now, her focus was solely on destruction.

    When the guard was dead, the pink haired goddess then returned to her feet and her gaze focused on to Demi, her tone not exactly free from frustration either, "If you had not spent so much time dawdling then perhaps that might not have happened. As for your scolding, you can save the time of both yourself and me by just not bothering, I have no use for it. The reason I am on this job is for one purpose, to remove the arrogant scum from this town and if you have a problem with my methods then take it up with the princess of pastries because I could not care less."

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    Demi

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    Post by Demi on 18th May 2019, 10:03 am

    Demi had jumped off the man's chest leaving him in one piece as it seemed like the other had taken her up on her offer to end the male that was caught under the body of the decapitated horse. She had watched as the other had licked the blood off her hands before standing, she never did get those who had the taste for the sanguine liquid but who was she to judge given she ate the spirits of people who annoyed her. Placing her scythe on the ground it stood upright even as she walked away to the body of the pummelled man, the rage that was there she had only ever seen a few times before at this level of savagery and to her knowledge he was dead, if not he would be when she got her hands on him. It was because of that self-centred moron she was taken from her family and put into the hell she had spend the last seven years. Cirven had 'killed' him for almost killing Ves but his mother had been one of the lead scientist and she knew first hand that they had ways to revive and clone those they deemed worth saving. That was more than a little apparent as they seen them again during the task Cirven, Johann, Sol and Ruvel had all been turned into children.

    It was when the truth of what really happened came to light, the truth of why she had been sent away. That now raised a question for the white haired woman 'They know I didn't abandon them the first time. They know I was sent away for doing what we were told to do, we protected each other no matter what outside a jobs completion, so why? Why do they see the first time we were separated as a betrayal? This makes no sense!' she sighed moving her hand out allowing a pale purplish-silver orb to escape the dead man's body and come to her hand before she placed it into the pouch she always carried on her side. She had paid attention the entire time to the woman behind her, she seemed to almost hesitate but she had a feeling there was more to it than that. A memory? Perhaps. She could invade the woman's mind most likely and find out, after all her race were telepathic by nature, it was how they spoke to one another. She refused to do such a thing as even with her twisted way of looking at things knew the mind was a sacred space that should be respected... for the most part anyway.

    After doing what she needed to with the dead guard she jamp landing to be sat on her scythe, watching the woman wondering what was going to happen. Part of her was wondering if she was going to let him live with how she seemed to stare at him with a blank stare, that was short lived however as he received the same beating the first guard had gotten only a few moments earlier, this seemed somehow worse only adding to her belief that this person had triggered a memory, possibly of someone that she knew, likely loved and had been betrayed by but who was she to know? She knew her love map wasn't exactly the best to go by. She had seen how others showed their love and yeah that wasn't her and Cirven, they attempted to kill each other to show their affections to the other. That actually begged the question how things would go when they consummated their union given just how violent the wedding had been. She turned her head a way for a moment 'If I fall pregnant what would that mean for me? What would it mean for our progeny?' she thought to herself unknowingly her hands had crept to her stomach sitting above the scar she now sported though it was covered by her dress. This was a stupid way for her to think, their offspring would be strong but still there was part of her that still worried. Did she really want the life she and Cirven had for any child she may birth? This gave her a lot to think on but now wasn't the time for that, she had a task to do and that took priority.

    When the other had stood she raised an eyebrow her hands moving to the blade of her scythe, as she did, the blade started to bite into her hands but she didn't show any discomfort or pain in any way. "You got a problem with how I do things little girl you can scout next time." Her voice showing she was in no mood to deal with the antsy teen attitude that the other was trying to hit her with. "This 'village' is the size of a large city, so if you think you can scout something this big in less time all the power to you. You can scout and I'll sit around doing jack to help." she said wondering why the hell she had been picked for this task "Also given that you were doing jack I am guessing you aren't trained in things like information gathering, espionage and counter intelligence. I am, now shut up." she gave no fucks if the other didn't like her for the way she was speaking to her. She wasn't here at the so called 'queen brat's' request, she came here in the hopes to bond with someone not inside her unit, so far she was wondering why the hell she bothered it was obvious the other hadn't matured enough in her opinion and was a brat just like the guild mistress herself.

    "And as for my so called 'scolding' as you called it, I wouldn't waste my time or breath on you..." she said jumping down from the scythe and landed in front of her, her scythe coming to her hand as if it had been ordered to. "It was merely a statement that you were impatient. Nothing more, nothing less." her voice showing it was really as simple as that to her, Cirven was the same way when he wanted to have fun. "I have no issue with how you want to do things. That being said however, we did have an agreement. An agreement you broke because you didn't like getting looked down upon by some obnoxious guards" she said with a deep sigh rubbing her left temple "Moving on... I have the entire place scouted, I know the route of the guards. seventy percent adults, thirty percent children. Sixty five percent male, thirty five percent male. Forty percent combatants, sixty percent non combatants. This place has a population of two thousand and seventy five." she let the other know everything she had found "Children don't get harmed, they're innocent as for the rest of the population, sure they need to go." her tone showed this wasn't up for discussion, her moral compass was broken Cirven had seen to that, so why? Why was she so against harming children when she had done it so many times before herself? For now she would wait to see what the other said and then make a plan, as for bonding with a guild mate... she wished she had stayed back on the damned mountain.

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    Post by Medeia on 20th May 2019, 4:18 am

    "Has anyone ever told you that you are a cantankerous old bitch?" Sarisha snapped in response to Demi's talk about her so called training in the arts of scouting. The pink haired goddess could not have cared less about that or any other form of training that her supposed to be partner had. It was a pathetic form of going about your business anyway, relying on subterfuge because you lacked the strength or resolve to take a more bold approach. "Need I remind you that my staying here was not my suggestion but the rules of our so called queen in how these operations are supposed to be done. Sounds like absolute horse shit to me but hell, I do not need to use such tactics in order to achieve my goals, as both she and seemingly you need to, in order to achieve anything. I wonder if perhaps the role of informant is simply an easy way out for the cowards of our guild, skulking about in the shadows, while the raiders do the real work."

    Despite the aggressiveness of her words, Sarisha was still rattled by the sudden flashback that had burst in to her mind. Why then and why in general? Her mind had already accepted the fact that killing Valara was necessary so what was the reason for her to still be feeling such strong emotions about it? The memory had inadvertently brought up feelings that she had thought were gone and had hit her far harder than any physical blow ever could have. It frustrated and confused her, while her heart and head seemed to be having some kind of inner struggle. Her mind was saying move on but her heart was saying that she needed to step back and grieve for her fallen lover. It was a ridiculous state of affairs and Sarisha did not know what to with it. The slayer was angry with Valara, angry with herself and angry at her god damn feelings for putting her in to this mess. Sarisha had never been indecisive and so her natural instinct was to simply lash out at anyone and anything, in order to to release some of the stress that was building up inside her. The sooner she and Demi got in to the thick of this mission, the better, before she completely lost herself in the midst of her own volcano of emotions.

    Yet, Valara had always been cruel, a trait that Sarisha had actually found attractive from the moment they had met. The blue skinned goddess had been vicious, self indulgent and the most animalistic creature that the pink haired mage had ever seen, a being of lust and passion, with a love for barbarism and torture, all traits that had now been passed down to Sarisha herself, the new water goddess. They had fought against hundreds of opponents while sharing the same body, from men, beasts, to the gods themselves and the slayer had become dependant on that bond in order to proceed and perhaps that was the cruellest part of it. After becoming so close over such a period of time, it had all come to an end in that one monstrous battle. They had been lovers, even confessing their feelings to each other, only for it all have been just a part of her training. God, how she hated Valara but how she had loved her at the same time. A relationship of the most intimate of kinds and one that simply no longer existed.

    Shaking her head, she listened impatiently as Demi explained the layout of the town and created a mental image in her minds eye as best as she could. It was probably a futile gesture anyway, since the goddess knew herself well enough to know that reason and planning went straight out the window whenever combat began but she attempted it anyway. She did not say anything but had to admit to herself that her partner had been rather thorough about her preparations, even if the slayer thought the idea of going to such lengths was unnecessary and down right ridiculous. It did give her an insight in to what they would face and the thought of 2000 bodies littering the ground was enough to arouse the lust for blood that had already been building inside her by killing the two guards. This would be a massacre, a full blown massacre and the the image that she had been creating quickly turned in to a blood soaked vision of what was to come. Oh, she was going to enjoy this, very much so and that was what could be seen in her red eyed gaze as Demi spoke, one of passion, one of lust and one of an animal, just waiting to be unleashed on her pray.

    Sarisha was slightly surprised though by Demi's comment about sparing the children and that caused an eyebrow to rise from the water goddess, "Why are you so hesitant about killing the young? They are as arrogant as their parents are and will no doubt grow to become just as foul and disgusting as their kin. Why does it matter if they survive? I do not discriminate and I am not prejudice, if a child gets in the way then they will experience the same fate as the men and women, your opinion on the matter be damned. I am surprised to hear such a thing from a reaper, I have to say. I would have thought that being as emotionless as you appear then you would have no qualms about removing any one that stood before you. A reaper, like myself, does not discriminate either. Yet, you do, curious." Her tone was not quite so snappy but there was definitely a hint of mockery instead, playing a kind of game that she only seemed to play with those who either interested or attracted her. Call it her just being an ass or a way for her to get to know someone but either way, it was a method that she was fond of using, "Are you a failed reaper perhaps or one who did not have the stomach to do the job? By all means, indulge me, I am dying to know what has caused this timidity around the deaths of children."

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    Post by Demi on 29th May 2019, 4:11 pm

    The albino woman looked to the pink haired water goddess and covered her mouth to stiffel a chuckle at what the other said, she had been called far worse in this life and others from what she remembered. She was a reaper so she was insulted by some of those she claimed and even their loved ones, so this was more like water off a ducks back if anything. Even if she didn't realise it, it seemed like she was going for the worst insult award and failing badly. "Well, I have been called worse and if you really wanna go on about someone's age you should realise you have several years on me, you pathetic old maid." she said moving forward with a grin on her face, she wasn't looking to insult the other but facts were facts, to look at them Demi looked several years younger but then she also looked like a snow woman which kinda would have made her look eternally youthful. Just like a snow maiden however she was just as if not more deadly as the people she apparently depicted to mortal people. "We both agreed I would scout ahead so we knew exactly what we were dealing with, I'm sorry that your adhd couldn't have you sit still for more than half an hour." she said calmly as she crossed her arms almost hugging her scythe to her body. "And little girl, I do more than scouting." she said calmly her tone holding a cold chill to it.

    She couldn't help but roll her eyes hearing the others complaint, in the reaper's mind she was acting like a brat and it had to stop or one of them was going to be dead shortly and it wouldn't be her that was for damned sure. "Look, if I wanted to deal with a brat I would have came here with her royal fat ass but I am here with you because I thought it would be beneficial to us both." her voice was showing hints of frustration "Like I said it is what I specialise in, that being said like the rest of my unit I am a trained assassin; so I suggest you quit your bitching or you will feel the sharp edge of my scythe as I reap your whining waste of life." her voice showing that this wasn't an idle threat, that she would follow through with it, she could make some excuse as to why she left with someone and came back alone. She had grown accustomed to not leaving witnesses or evidence when she was left on her own to do tasks, it was how Cirven had came across the knowledge of the slaughters that happened when she was left on her own and that other side of herself was let out to play. It was the side that she had previously was afraid of but those days had left her thanks to her husband.

    It then dawned on her thanks to the bratty water goddess's rant that their guild went against its own theme, it tickled her funny bone just how ironically contradictory it was as they joined a guild that was against rules and laws yet it had its own set of rules, laws and protocols that they had to follow. She understood that there would be some kind of structure she still found it beyond ironic though. "Hay, Pinky. Is it just me or do you find it strangely ironic and contradictory that we joined a guild because we wanted to destroy rules, laws and such yet her royal cream tart has us follow her rules, laws and protocols." she said scratching the top of her head with the tip of her scythe, then again she also remembered how she was with the guys of the guild, it was like she was so desperate to get a guy "Also someone should tell her, that she isn't the one who's suppose to be acting like a person in a desert needing water. It should be the guy she's wanting, desperate isn't a good look on a woman." she said as if she was deep in thought on the matter before shuddering, she could only imagine how Cirven would act if she acted like that, then again he would find it amusing most likely but he would likely kick her ass for being stupid. In honesty she would want to be put out of her misery if she ever acted like that, in her mind she would have deserved it.

    With a quick step she was behind her guild mate and job partner the sharp blade of her scythe on the pink haired woman's throat, showing her she was more than just a mere scout that skulked in shadows like a coward. "Aww, the thoughts of your dead lover flooding your mind are they?" she said with a sarcastic tone, normally she would have to go looking into a persons head for such information but she was pretty much yelling it, then again it was easy enough to believe their weren't telepaths around so no need to protect ones thoughts or mind "She was so cruel to you..." she said reading over the details of the memory "You believed that she loved you, but, she always treated you like a submissive." she said taking her scythe away from her neck her voice showing she was sympathetic over what she had seen, placing the scythe beside her standing up beside her as she opened her side pouch as if she was looking for something within it. "You showed your affections via fighting... Trase and I show our love the same way... it isn't something that many can understand." she said looking up, her tone showing she understood what the other woman felt while fighting her, the need to try and fight and kill the one she loved the most in existence, she had even managed it but she was still caught up on her former lover. It was something she wasn't ready to let go of and it could be used as a weakness, something she wouldn't allow right now or ever.

    Out of the pouch she brought an orb of white, cyan and royal blue holding it out to the woman "Your lovers very essence, well, what's left of it anyway." she said bobbing her head slightly from side to side a smile on her face. "A gift." she said wondering if the other would take it "End the stupid thoughts of her. You bested her, you took her power and yet you seemingly hold regret knowing that one of you were going to die." it made no sense to the reaper why she would be feeling such things, then again, she had only ever loved her husband and they had a stipulation that they would die together and find each other for the rest of time. "If you consume it, you will take the last of her power... she will completely cease to exist at all. It is about time you put an end to that cycle, don't you think?" she asked the other her voice warmer than what it normally was, she had no idea why but she wanted to help the other get over the things that seemingly were eating her mind and so putting her at ill ease.

    She didn't feel bad for showing the fact she knew about the others past, but fair was fair she guessed as she knew it was hard to believe that someone could know how you felt. "Trase and I were brought up as experiments in a dark guild, well the others that came with us were also in that unit but for this tale they aren't important..." she started jumping and landing on her scythe still holding out the orb. "We were forced to fight each other day in and day out, when that wasn't happening we where getting tortured in any number of ways or sleeping if we weren't sent out on tasks." she said her eyes closing for a moment, she was still on full alert in case the other tried something "Devils they called us, the ones charged with cleansing the world of the unworthy and killing the gods of old..." she said opening her eyes looking to the other dead in the eye with her blood ruby ones "At first we had no taste for it, we just wanted to be kids but we were forced into it and believe me beating the crap out of each other was still better than the punishment that came with refusal. We eventually made it a game pushing the other to their limits and beyond. We went hours, sometimes days without stopping before our bodies finally gave in to exhaustion as we lay on the ground laughing." she had a smile on her face as she spoke of such days.

    "One day he pushed me to far and my death goddess traits were forced to surface, it was that day I gained my scythe and killed him. Realising what I done I begged and pleaded for it to all be undone, it seemed I had pushed him to far too as his healing factor kicked in and seemingly brought him back from the dead. From that moment we weren't really allowed to fight the others at full strength, they were afraid we would kill them. In honesty we most likely would have but that is an argument for another day. Anyway back to what I was saying, we soon found it was a way we could openly show our feelings to one another without anyone becoming suspicious. It wasn't like we were given much freedom when we were in their care, when we were allowed to just socialise we did have some non combatant tender moments but they where rare as we often so tired we fell asleep sat against a wall our heads touching." she let the other know "As you now know I'm telepathic, it is how I could communicate with him and the others when we were trapped in our rooms but he was the only one I would let past my defences... the only one I would allow wander around my mind." she said softly her eyes mimicking her tone "Recently we got married it was a glorious affair, we fought and made our stipulations... we even destroyed the church and painted our garments in blood. It was such a beautiful dance, the world could have been ending but we only had eyes for the other. That is our love, so, like I said I can understand the way you showed yours but unlike you I will never allow myself to be under his foot like you allowed yourself to be with her." she leaned forward more allowing the orb to be taken once more, watching to see what would be done with it. She was curious but she realised it was something the other may wish to do in private if she did take the gift she was offering.

    She could see the primal beast within the other ready to come out and play, she recognised it because she herself had that side of her, the side that she very rarely allowed to come out due to fear of enjoying the outcome. She had spilt blood at the command of others all her life and even as a reaper she continued to do so, she didn't like taking life if she could help it. Then again it wasn't something she could help now was it? She was a reaper by birth and raised to be a weapon that wiped out the world of the unworthy. "Aww, have you been butt hurt by wealthy children in the past then pinky?" she said sarcastically rolling her eyes "Children mirror what they see, they're all sociopaths until they're fourteen, sad but true fact." she said jumping off her scythe landing in front of the other without so much as a sound. "I am not hesitant of doing anything, I just know what it is like to be a child manipulated by others and so want them to create their own paths. Some of them can be tainted and used as allies later in their development, those that don't conform... well everything dies eventually." she said with a grin her hand going to her scythe it reacting and coming to her hand as if a master summoning a loyal servant. "To many, you or I could be scum and sure we might well be but we are better than those damned fools, likely more powerful too." she said her voice as cold as a blizzard as she spoke on the matter, she played for the long game something her short sighted associate obviously did not. Hearing part of the pink haired woman's speech made her burst out into hysterics.

    She couldn't believe that she had just called herself a reaper, she was far from it at best a blood thirsty beast that would be used before being put down herself. "Listen Pinky, you are far from a reaper or you would know there are rules, guidelines, laws and protocols we don't go against." her eyes going to her scythe for a moment before she held it out with a single hand, something that should be impossible but it was happening the blunt part this time at her throat "Also you would have a weapon that allowed you to reap the souls, something you do not. My race are rare and the reapers within it rarer still, so don't kid yourself." her tone deadly serious on the matter "I play the long game you short sighted nitwit, like I said, children like these will be the leaders of tomorrow; if groomed correctly they can be of use to our cause." she said her tone not changing from what it was, her eyes closed for a moment as she thought back to just how many children she killed while in Cor Torva to save them from another day of pain, how many children she had killed because she was ordered to be it by Cor Torva, Home or as a reaper.

    Her eyes opened looking to the other "Once you hear children slowly die by fire and have to watch their last agonising moments of suffering as they realise they are going to die in pain and alone, you can judge me, until then you can shut the fuck up about me and my decisions." she growled her scythe losing it elegant and decorative becoming more barbed as barbed wire seemed to crawl from it like ivy wrapping around her body "I've been doing this job longer than yours or that failure of a lovers soul have been around..." the whites of her eyes turning black, the blood ruby of her eyes turning indigo with the pupil and the external ring of her eyes going carmine red "A failure I have never been you arrogant little bitch." it was clear that this was no longer the woman that she had just been talking to previously, the aura that was coming off of her was pure hatred and the want of her death. Right now the town they were in didn't exist, she wanted the pink haired bitch dead and it would happen if she had her way.

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    Post by Medeia on 30th May 2019, 7:29 am

    There was not much of a response from the pink haired goddess at first and she did not say anything in response to the arrogant reaper's words. It was only when Demi performed her stunt and appeared behind her that that Sarisha began to respond. She showed no fear at having the scythe at her throat and just remained still, wishing to take the weapon herself and cut the albino woman's head clean off. Yet, even then, she was silent, right up until Demi began speaking of Valara and that was when the pressure gauge inside her head would begin to rise. To have her thoughts and memories read so easily caused the anger to surge within her like a tide and to have her relationship with the goddess mocked was more than enough to push her to the brink of control. There was only one way that she could expel emotions of this magnitude and it was honestly the way she wanted it. She wanted to tear the woman to shreds, to mutilate her body and feed it to the crows and she might have just gone ahead and attempted it. If Demi had not pulled out the orb, containing the goddesses soul and slightly change the topic.

    The white haired woman would then speak about her own relationship with her lover and the similarities in their stories was so striking that even Sarisha could see it, despite her emotional state. There was much about the tale that she could understand and to express oneself by combat was certainly something that not only did she approve but had so much experience with herself. Her battles with Valara had been mighty and had pushed her to the brink, physically, mentally and spiritually. For so long she had thought that such contest had been simply as a sign of affection but as she now knew, it was just not true. Just a test to see how far she had come and that thought more than any, left a painful hole in heart. To spend so much time in the company of someone you cared for, only to be suddenly told that it was all just a test could cripple anyone, regardless of mental strength. It left an echo inside her, that was not even private to her any more, now that the albino woman had so graciously pulled it out of her. Yet, it was not something that she was actually pissed off at Demi for as for some bizarre reason, having the truth brought out in such a way was actually a source of relief, as odd as it might sound. Who did she have to speak to about such things? No one. She was a goddess, in a world of men, isolated from those around her and on a level that they could only help to reach. How would she ever be able to explain her past to those who were unable to even fathom the world of goddesses and deities?

    Yet, she said nothing, which was both a sign that she was rocked mentally and that she was reaching the end of her tether. It was not often that she had ever felt this kind of anger towards someone, a white hot anger, which was usually reserved for her godly kin and those of the heavenly realm. The albino haired woman had pushed her too far by reaching in to her mind and even though she was oddly thankful for it, the emotions that she still felt about the subject were too much to bare. It had to come out, all of it, here and now. All of the anger, all of the pain and all of the hatred that she had for the entire situation. As her mind continued to descend in to the red mist of rage, her vision began to distort and for a moment, she was not looking at Demi at all but Valara herself. The woman before her was everything that Sarisha wished to destroy: The arrogance, the mockery and the deception that she had foolishly fallen for. She had already claimed dominance during her fight with Valara in the spiritual world but now was the time to claim a physical victory in the real one and this reaper would be the opponent for it. Only through this, could she truly move on and take up the mantle that she was always meant to carry. The mantle of the water goddess and the mantle that would take her to places the mortal men could not even imagine.

    When Demi reached out her hand, Sarisha would approach and take the glowing orb from it and after a few moment to ponder, she would lift it to her lips and drink it in one simple movement. As it trickled down her throat, it would produce a monstrous sense of nostalgia as her mind would drift back to her first meeting with Valara, when they had bound themselves to one another and the pact had been made. She recalled every moment of that evening, every word, every sensation and every moment of the love making that had been performed to seal the pact between them. Yes, it had been intimate, from the first encounter. The mage had given everything in order to allow her goddess partner to feel again and back then, she had thought of it as a union. Her entire childhood had been spent wishing for that, living on a small farm and being raised by her parents, hearing tales of the fallen goddess who had been banished to the earth, Tales which had been proven to be true. It had been a lifelong dream and although her parents had told her that it had simply been a story, she had never believed that and as soon as she was old enough, left home and set about finding the being. In the end, it had taken more than two years of travelling, until she finally came across her, covered in blood after feasting on a village.

    With the orb of essence now devoured, she would almost feel a pair of large arms wrap around her shoulders, a sensation that Sarisha was very familiar with. It was one of Valara's favourite positions after all and she could almost feel her breath on her neck. Her former partner would then lean her head down towards the pink haired mages ear and whisper just a few words, before leaving completely, never to be seen or heard from again. It was a simple message, one that caused the woman to clench her fists in rage. The apparition had said the worst three words that she possibly could have at that moment, 'I love you.' The effect that they had on the woman's mind was enormous and she could almost hear a snap as her control was lost. Over the edge and beyond, as any rationality left inside her was washed away by the rage and hatred. Demi was still speaking and the words were just about registering with her but when her answer came, it was with a tone of voice that had so far not been there. There was no longer any hint of simply exchanging barbs or taunts. It had become far more personal than that now. The woman before was no team mate, just another body to rip asunder and that was the only thought in her mind when she spoke.

    "The world is full of scum and all you have to do is take one look around us and you will see an eyeful of it. Humanity is the scum of this world and whether they be men, women or children, then they deserve to be treated as such. What difference does it make if they grow up to become an ally? They are still just as limited, just as useless and just as easy to deceive and destroy. Do you honestly believe that those who walk this earth are capable of anything other than failure? They are just like your clan, bound by ridiculous rules and regulations because they are afraid of their own feelings and nature. I was wrong when I said that I was similar in nature to you and will gladly admit that. You and your clan are at the bottom of the chain, simply lap dogs to the actual deities who exist in the heavens. A laughing stock and nothing more."

    Her tone was waspish, spewing with anger and rage, as her emotions reached the brink. The water goddesses eyes would burn with a reddish fury that would match the look in Demi's eyes. She could feel the anger emanating from the albino woman, which only increased her own. There was no mission, not any more. This was a conflict between two women, living beyond the world of men, eager to rip the living fuck out of each other. There would be no mercy, no hesitation and as far as Sarisha was concerned anyway, it would not end until the white haired bitch was begging for her life, looking up at her with that gaze of hers. Then, like all other women that crossed weapons with the water goddess, she would take her and feed on what was left.

    "You cannot even possibly begin to understand what my relationship with her was like," she continued, her voice containing a hint of something else, perhaps sadness or a hint of betrayal, "All you saw was a brief moment in our relationship and nothing more. I hate her more than you can possibly imagine, even more than I hate the arrogant white haired whore who is standing in front of me. When I drank her should just now, do you know what she said to me as her last words? I love you. I FUCKING LOVE YOU! The lying bitch."

    There would be a sudden burst of magic power then and a dome of water would envelop the goddess. It would last about thirty seconds or so and by the time it vanished in to nothing, the water slayer had changed completely in appearance. Her takeover form was large, standing at about eight feet tall, with blue coloured hair, eyes and skin. A large pair of horns would be sticking up from her head, whilst a whip like tail and a pair of wings would complete the change. The other drastic change would be to her clothing, with the mage now only just wearing a matching pair of undergarments.

    "There will be no more subservience though," she would say once the transformation was complete, her now blue eyes gazed once more on the reaper, as she briefly flexed her now clawed hands, "I am going to rip your throat out, reaper and then I am going to find every single member of your kind and do exactly the same to them. Fuck the mission, fuck the guild and fuck you, you are not walking away from here. Show some spine or die like a dog, I could not care less."

    She would then vanish, briefly turning herself in to water molecules, before reappearing behind the reaper, surrounding her hand with water and slamming it down towards the reaper. There was no need for any more words and Sarisha was honestly sick of them. Her mind could just not formulate words any more and she would express herself in the most natural way of all, through violence. Her emotions exploded at that moment and the only emotions that would be sensed from her would be anger, rage and the release of all of the despair and sadness that she so desperately tried to hide. The surprising thing though was that she did not even feel the usual sense of pleasure that she normally did with combat. Everything just felt so raw, a sensation that she had probably never felt before in her life before now and all she could do now was fight, before her emotions killed her.

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