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    Destiny Fractured

    Serilda Sinclair
    Serilda Sinclair

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    Lineage : Scion of the Void King
    Position : Goddess of Conviction
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    First Magic: Voidwalking
    Second Magic: Sword of Wrath
    Third Magic: Cruorthurgy

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    Post by Serilda Sinclair on 13th October 2020, 8:29 pm

    Seri Banner
    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    Truthfully, Serilda was absolutely shocked that she’d managed to pull the transfer off. Neither of them had been certain it would work, nor did they have any idea of how long it would last. Everything was up in the air and there was no telling how it would pan out, but the important part for now was that it had been successful.

    Hugo came at her hard, infuriated by the spell she had used to set his blood on fire. He swung his heavy weapon down through an overhead strike and Serilda leapt back out of its way, electing to evade it rather than tank it. While she was confident in her ability to avoid damage through the use of the Void, she refused to abuse that ability or take it for granted, especially when it did still have its limits -- even if those limits were fairly vast. His weapon sank into the ground, practically slicing the earth in two as a giant fissure opened up beneath her feet. She allowed herself to sink down into it, disappearing into the dirt as she merged her body with the Void and raced to find a better angle to catch him at.

    Serilda popped back up to his left, swinging Moonlight and then Malice in quick succession. Hugo brought his sword up and blocked both strikes with one stance, holding himself firm enough that the blows glanced off the larger blade without wavering it from his hold. She was going for a second round of strikes when a wave of darkness magic burst from him as he pushed the flat of his blade toward her. Her Voidwalking absorbed the damage as the brunt of the magic washed through her harmlessly, but she still stumbled back a few steps, giving him an opening to go back on the offensive.

    She must have pissed Faera off royally, because as they fought the memory around them flickered and was swallowed up in a dark black and green hue that cast an eerie shadow over the scene. In the corner of her eye she could see the memory had been warped, as Mythal took hold of Serilda to talk to her, only to have a knife shoved through his back. The ghost of Kayson Warheez used his blade to carve Mythal in half before coming down upon the memory of Serilda to do the same. While the image of Mythal in an eviscerated heap was heart wrenching, it only served to make Serilda angrier at the thought that the goddess thought this some kind of strategy to disarm her.

    “What a child your new beau is,” Serilda said, ignoring the corrupted memory and staying focused on her fight. “She really needs to grow up.” Hugo growled and hurled a bolt of darkness at her, followed by four more. Serilda knocked each one aside easily with her twin scimitars, only to realize the blasts hadn’t been destroyed. In fact they were careening back around and coming after her again from different sides. Opening up a few portals, she caught blasts within them and forced them to come out around Hugo instead, each one slamming into his body roughly. While they didn’t hurt him as much as they probably would have hurt her, they still did some damage.

    Can you still hear me?

    I can. Is everything okay?

    Yes, so far, so good. Gren was a little surprised and uneasy but he’s rolling with it.

    And Faera?

    Furious. Serilda couldn’t feel Victoria’s emotions at the moment but there was no mistaking the pleasure in her voice. Unfortunately, she’s decided to take it out on Gren. He’s holding his own surprisingly well, but you still need to make quick work of your ex and get here fast. She’s not playing around anymore.

    I’m trying. He’s proving to be more difficult than I prefer, and I have a feeling he’s still holding back on me.

    In fact, it was time to test that theory. While Hugo was displaying swordsmanship and magical capabilities far beyond anything he’d ever had in life, Serilda couldn’t help but think that he wasn’t putting up as much of a fight as he could. If Faera had drafted him for the soul purpose of targeting Serilda, then why did he not seem very prepared to actually combat her specific magic style? The darkness magic was a given, considering his status, but a part of her felt like there was a bigger shoe waiting to drop, like he was waiting for an opportune moment to catch her off guard.

    So, Serilda figured she’d take a stab at trying to force him to show his hand sooner. It was time to turn up the heat. Or rather, turn it down. Twisting her heel along the ground, a sheet of black ice shot along the ground, turning the entire lake and the forest surrounding it into a slippery winterscape. Hugo immediately lost his footing mid swipe, very nearly toppling face first into the icy ground before his wings shot him into the air. He had been so busy focusing on his footing that he didn’t notice the black rune appear in the sky above him as a fully realized blizzard instantly terrorized the area, his wings getting caught in the black snow and winds and sucking him into its violent vortex.

    As Hugo was whipped around the sky, being pelted and swarmed by unholy sleet and snow, Serilda was biding her time for him to find his way out, giving a gentle tug on her blood magic and waiting for the right moment to strike. Out he threw himself at her, rocketing from the twisting blizzard on a plume of darkness that practically consumed his entire body as he came charging toward her with his sword out. “Now,” Seri whispered.

    Out of nowhere, Hugo got body checked mid flight and knocked off his course and down into the ground where he skidded along the icy floor, his body digging a trench through the floor with such destructive force that his chest and shoulders picked up several sharp chunks of unholy ice that riddled him with cuts and gaping wounds. When they came to a stop, Hugo was lying on his stomach with a small woman standing on his back like he’d just been a surfboard to ride through the waves of ice. She had dark skin and a thick mass of curly black hair. She wore a plain, matching set of brown cotton pants and a midriff shirt with no sleeves, with a blue handkerchief tied around her neck. There was a cocky smirk on her face as she looked down at him.

    “Phew! Where’d you dig this guy up, boss? He’s a big one!” Mazikeen sized Hugo up like a fisherman measuring her catch. “Alright, how would you like your filet o’ Trumpet prepared? Broiled? Oven roasted? Cold, raw, and slapped over a roll of sushi?”

    “Get off of me you insufferable demon tramp!” Hugo roared and tried to smack the woman off him with one of his immense wings. Mazikeen tumbled out of the way before he could hit her, back flipping from him and vaulting gracefully onto the icy ground with all the talent of a master martial artist and landing in a low, ready crouch.

    “Seared it is,” she said with a dark, malicious grin. She closed one of her hands into a tight fist and the limb burst into flames. “My favorite.”

    Hugo was back on his feet, his sword charged with a sheath of darkness that was quickly swelling with pressure. He swung the weapon and unleashed the attack, the darkness unleashing itself as a thin horizontal arc through the air at the demoness before exploding into a cloud that swallowed Mazikeen whole. His free arm warped until flesh and bone was replaced with inky tendrils that shot into the cloud, looking to snatch Mazikeen and crush her within his grip.

    Before he could even get close enough to capture her, Hugo felt a sharp pain across his shoulders and gasped in shock. Whirling on his feet, he found Serilda armed with two long whips, her scimitars servings as the handles as thin funnels of black wind stretched and curled from their tips across the distance. She slapped him with another crack, and then another as he quickly turned and raised his sword up to block the attacks. Over and over she pelted him, keeping him on the defensive as he scrambled to get footing enough to do more than just stand there and deflect.

    Angling his weapon so that one of her whips wrapped tightly around it, Hugo quickly yanked backward. His physical strength was much superior to Serilda’s causing the Voidwalker to get ripped off her feet and pulled toward him. The fist of his freehand became black as night as he reared back and made to slug her in a single, earth shattering blow. Serilda adjusted at the last second, dropping onto a hip and letting the ice on the ground slide her right past him and throwing off his aim, his attack smashing at full force into the frozen floor and shattering it for several hundred meters in front of him.

    Serilda continued to slide and used the opportunity to yank him off balance while their weapons were still intertwined, pulling him back enough to spin him around where he stood. Waiting for him was Maze, grinning ear to ear, her fists and feet ablaze with her inferno magic as she engaged him in melee. Hugo was forced to drop his sword to put his hands up in order to trade blows back and forth with her on equal footing, his punches and kicks more powerful, but her footwork and movement more quick and nimble. As he fought to keep Maze back, he found himself being pelted from afar by more cracks of Serilda’s whips, the demoness somehow feinting and dodging at the exact right times to leave opening for the Voidwalker to land strike after strike on the man.

    “Is this how you fight your battles, Serilda?” Hugo yelled at her from across the distance between them while he fought back both women. “Letting someone else battle for you while you sit back and take the easy road? I seem to recall my wife having more pride and honor than that!”

    “I’m not your wife anymore,” she informed him tartly, “And I’m not here to humor you with a fair fight. You aren’t worth the time or the energy, and I have nothing to prove to you.”

    Summoning a rune beneath the large angel, he found himself getting tossed high up into the air as a cyclone of black wind opened up under his feet. Mazikeen used the fire under her heels to shoot herself above him, clasping both her hands together and slamming them down upon him hard enough that the air itself shook from the sonic boom that impacted his body. He dropped down so fast that Serilda almost couldn’t follow it with her eyes, only knowing he hit the ground when the ice over the lake gave way beneath him and he sank into the frigid depths, a pillar of ice and water spraying into the sky in his wake.

    Meanwhile, Victoria was along for the ride as Gren raced to outrun the tendrils of darkness that honed in on him. He had already nullified one such wave but had been immediately beset by another, one which almost took him when one of the dead bodies in the warped memory suddenly reached out and snagged him by the ankle, pulling him down into a solid face plant. The former Rune Knight found himself needing to resort to his lightning magic, shifting himself into a bolt of energy so he could streak out of reach of the darkness, through the sky until he came upon a cave on an island and sought refuge within. He gave Victoria the heads up before suddenly whipping himself back to face the attack and unleashing an immense wave of nullification magic at the tendrils that he’d managed to isolate in one direction behind him. The corridor lit up like a sun, overwhelming even his own vision and causing him to black out.

    Victoria recovered quicker. Wake up, Gren! she said, sending a jolt of painless but powerful energy through his veins to force him out of his temporary coma. At first she had thought that the eye blinding shift in light had been a temporary result of his blast, but the old Seal quickly realized that he had somehow simply purged the darkness out of the area, reversing the endless black world that they’d first seen upon entering Mythal’s head and making it white instead. As far as she could tell, he had not been injured yet though the expulsion of magic he’d released had been powerful enough to affect even him. Faera is not going to give you the chance to recover. You must get back on your feet.

    Serilda Sinclair



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    Mythal Ragnos
    Mythal Ragnos

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    Lineage : Heir to Darkness
    Position : God of Sedulity
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    First Magic: Kami No Ken Sutairu O Taosu
    Second Magic: Kingdom Darkness Embodiment
    Third Magic: Soul Stone/Trickster's Illusions

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    Post by Mythal Ragnos on 14th October 2020, 10:30 am

    LIGHT
    &
    DARK
    The first thing that Gren felt -- or heard -- was a voice that wasn’t his. Nor was it as vile or malicious as Faera’s. The next thing he experienced was a surge of energy rushing through his body, jumpstarting his mind that had been stuck between consciousness and unconsciousness. His eyes flew open, staring at a completely white space but with his face smushed into the ground. He also had the most uncomfortable ringing in his ear. With a groan he brought his hands to the floor and pushed himself up slowly off the ground. Victoria was talking to him, urging him to get up as Faera wouldn’t let him simply lay down and recover his strength. He rubbed the side of his head. “Surprised she even gave me this bit of time,” he admitted as he looked around, now finally starting to comprehend his surroundings. Everything was… white. There was no memory playing through anything, no defined walls, ceiling or floor… there was just an endless white that stretched out in every direction. “This one of Mythal’s memories?” he asked his rhetorical question, not expecting an answer from anyone.

    He wondered about it all as he started walking, opting not to remain in one place for too long. He may have managed to buy himself some time when he used the massive nullification spell but apparently he had done so much more than that. “I wonder if I actually managed to nullify the memory that was playin’ as well…” he considered as he continued to scan what he thought was the horizon.

    “And what of Kingdom Darkness?”

    A voice spoke up and Gren spun around, Curse up and ready. What he found was a shadowy figure that seemed to be wavering between defined and hazy. In fact, there were several of them; 9 spectral figures that were there but also seemingly not. Pieces of their forms were shown through the haze for brief seconds at a time before fading away, except for their faces -- those were always clouded and undefined. They were all gathered together, seemingly in a conversation. Gren walked amongst the group, trying to get a good idea of what he was looking at. “Any idea, Victoria?” he asked quietly. They weren’t attacking him. In fact, they didn’t even seem to notice him.

    “Something must be done about it. If it is not managed, if it is not overseen…”

    “It will rip every other world apart. All of reality will be plunged into darkness.”

    ”So you’re saying one of us must act as a vanguard? One of us must sacrifice our place among the divines to hold the chaos back? It is an outrageous demand -- why not assault the Prime Sins and their kind and banish them there?”

    “Kingdom Darkness is a powder keg on the verge of exploding. If we add the volatile nature of the demons to it, there is no telling what could happen. They may not seek to contain it -- they may utilize it and release it. The devastation will be hastened rather than stopped.”

    “But there is no telling what exposure to that much dark matter can do to the body and mind. Even as Divines, we are not above the influence of such toxic materials. What if we were to fall victim and become as dangerous as the realm itself?”

    “We would use our combined forces to lock it tight with the vanguard inside. They would seal it from the other side and only special components could be used to allow passage from one realm to the other -- components that only activate to organic material. But that would only be in extreme cases and they could only be used temporarily.”

    “And whichever one of us goes over there wouldn’t be allowed to leave, no matter the cause. We must stay there to ensure that Kingdom Darkness does not bleed over into our world. They will be eternally trapped within the darkness, set aside from the rest of us for all eternity. They will be alone with their followers and the souls that find themselves trapped within the walls there as well. A lonely existence, one that can drive anyone, even a Divine, mad.”

    “Well then,” a familiar voice spoke up, causing Gren to spin around and find Faera there. His magic surged to the surface and he prepared to attack, his hand already thrusting out. But then he stopped, palm facing the goddess, eyes narrowed and slowly opening wider as he realized something. It was Faera standing in front of him but she was different. Her eyes were soft, gentle, caring even. Her skin was full of luster and life, the paleness of her prior self gone. There was even an aura about her very being that was calming, encouraging good will and good feeling.

    Gren’s hand slowly fell as the realization dawned on him. “This isn’t one of Mythal’s memories. It’s one of Faera’s,” he said softly. When his adopted son had ripped magic from Faera and made it his own, it seemed he had taken much more than just her power. A memory implanted in him, buried deep enough that he couldn’t access it.

    But Gren had. Faera walked forward and through Gren, placing herself in the center among the other figures. “If we must pick someone amongst ourselves, I’d rather us not put this to a popularity contest -- or rather, an unpopularity contest. I choose to bypass that matter and put forth myself as the one to go into Kingdom Darkness.”

    “What? That’s absurd. We can’t allow you, of all the Divines, to go.”

    “Why? She looks over the realm of beauty and love. Her role is minimal in the grand scheme of creation.”

    “That right there shows just how unaware you are of the world around you, Bilios. Your arrogance knows no bounds and--”

    “Brothers, sisters… there is no reason to fight over this matter. Whether my role is important or not, the undeniable fact is that one of us will have to go and keep that realm from overtaking our own. One of our dominions will be removed from this world and its influence weakened. Though I do not wish to do so to my followers and to weaken the power of love in the world, I truly believe that life will flourish with love even in my absence. My faith is strong in the world and in you, my family. I will go to Kingdom Darkness and I will hold back its power for however long it takes. I will protect you all.”

    A silence fell after her strong, vibrant words. Each of the figures didn’t shift but Gren got the feeling they were looking at one another. Then finally one spoke. “Very well, Faera. If this is your choice, then we will support it. But just know that we aren’t entirely certain what will happen to you while you’re there. You may be strong and willful at the moment and perhaps for centuries beyond this. But over time, that realm will take advantage of you. It will torment your mind and wear down your sanity until it is nothing but faded ash of your former self. I only pray that we are prepared when you finally snap.”

    The goddess smiled softly. “If that day comes to pass, I will do us all a favor and put myself out of my misery. Though it may require someone else taking up my stead, I will free you all from that cruel punishment and responsibility for as long as possible. Thank you… for letting me do this.” And as her last words left her, the phantom figures and Faera faded into nothingness, leaving Gren once again alone.

    “I’d heard legends that Faera offered herself to be put in charge of Kingdom Darkness but I always figured it was for more… selfish reasons,” Gren murmured, his eyes falling to the ground slowly. Witnessing the scene had left him with a strange taste in his mouth. Even Faera had become a victim of Kingdom Darkness, warped and strangled until she was a shell of her former self. And unfortunately, she hadn’t become aware of it enough to follow through on her promise and bring herself to an end. “And because that place was so strong, now we’re all in danger…”

    Suddenly the white backdrop melted away as darkness surged up from every direction, plotting out the light with the dark. Gren twisted to look around, finding himself surrounded, and was about to change into lightning to try and escape… when he found the ceiling had also become dark. Within seconds, he was trapped in a void, a realm of complete darkness. He looked around, once more on guard, Cursed held directly in front of him in a half-guard position.

    “You got pretty far, Gren Ragnos. I had almost thought you’d escaped. But here you are, stuck in the memory between memories. Back when my innocent, idiot self believed that I was above the darkness. It wasn’t until I brewed in, soaked in it, reveled in it, that I understood that darkness is the world’s true essence. How about I give you a taste? A reminder of what you abandoned to try and preserve the world of light?” Faera’s voice echoed over the realm, the menacing chill of her fury back in full force. And before Gren could even respond, hundreds upon thousands of stars appeared in the dark tapestry all around him, emerging from the shadows and growing in brightness.

    Gren had a bad feeling about this. “I think your about to get your work cut out for ya, Vic,” Gren managed to say as he quickly fueled electricity into his palm holding Curse. He created an electrical link and pulled his hand back, allowing the sword to hover in front of him, sparking bright against the backdrop of darkness. He funneled nullification magic into both hands and just as he had set himself up, the blasts came raining down. They came from everywhere; not all at once but consistently plummeting down with the intention of swallowing him up in explosions and darkstarlight. Curse started spinning wildly and swirled around Gren on an uneven angle, tracking the incoming blasts and tearing through the short beams of magic, causing them to explode early. An aura of purple and red fire surrounded the man, even as he moved to the gaps where his sword couldn’t catch and started nullifying blast after blast. The starfall came faster and Gren pushed himself harder, a single blast breaking through and slamming into him every so often, singing his skin and weakening him.

    But still he fought, still he defended. He refused to give up. She would have to kill him.




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    Mercury Arseneault
    Mercury Arseneault

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    Post by Mercury Arseneault on 14th October 2020, 12:58 pm

    Mercury Banner
    Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects
    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    A tired smile managed to claw its way to her face as relief flushed through her. It had taken him a moment, but Vandrad managed to speak up and respond to her in a coarse voice, joking about how she had yet one more thing to hold over his head. “Are you surprised? You give me so many of those I’ve probably started forgetting some of them already.” Mercury laughed lightly, her thumbs gently caressing his face. To wipe the dirt and blood off of him. He turned his head to try and get a look at the crater where he’d left Mythal, neither him nor Mercury sensing any movement at the moment, though Mercury could still sense that the man’s vitals were active. Vandrad spoke again, bringing up their conversation only a couple hours prior where they had almost opted to leave this quest to those whose duties it was to deal with it. “We can still do that,” Mercury told him, humorous despite the circumstances. “I’m just saying. It’s not too late. There’s still time.”

    He asked her to help him get up and Mercury carefully rolled off of him. She slowly helped him up into a sitting position where she could get his arm around her shoulder and one of her own arms around his waist before standing them both up. She didn’t even tease him about needing or asking for help, at least not right now. Maybe later once all this was said and done and they weren’t two breaths away from dying she would have the wherewithal to razz him about it. He asked where Chishan was and Mercury nodded in the direction she’d seen the Master last. “Mythal attacked him with his own shadow. He got hit pretty hard and tossed into the ground, but he’s still alive. Probably just in about as good of shape as you are.”

    Vandrad expressed that they should do something to keep Mythal contained just in case. “Good idea. I should be able to help with that. Not sure you noticed the gaping hole in his side or the char on his chest, but apparently he doesn’t take well to my magic. I can probably rig something up.” They started walking slowly toward the crater, Mercury still keeping an eye on the ritual tracker in her mind. It wasn’t looking good on her end, but she also had no idea how much more Zifu and the others had to do before the lacrima was finished. It had looked fairly well inserted but lacrimas weren’t exactly Mercury’s area of expertise.

    The prince started to say something else, only for him to suddenly crumble in her hold as though overcome with a great deal of pain and rage. Her heart sank as terror washed over her anew. She didn’t need him to tell her what was happening. They had long ago determined that this rage, whatever it was, only flared in the presence of strong godly or demonic presences, which could only mean one thing. Her sensors started screaming and she looked back to the crater where she could see that the form of Mythal was rising up out of it. Her eyes went wide where they stood stopped in their tracks. “Please, no…” she whispered, her voice saturated with the panic she felt. This could not be happening. This could not still be happening. Vandrad had put every last ounce of his energy into this fight, it had to have been enough.

    But it hadn’t. Mythal drifted out of the hole, the marrs on his body healing before their eyes and slowly mending itself back together. He regarded the two of them, gaze setting right on them even as his hand rose to deliver a blow. There was literally no way they cold dodge it, not when Vandrad could barely move, and while Mercury was certainly strong enough to carry him his body would slow her down. The only thing she’d be able to do was throw up a shield. Gripping Vandrad tight and gritting her teeth, she was about to do just that when two great slabs of earth rose from the ground and slapped Mythal between them like a fly between hands. From beneath the ground rose Chishan, flames and rock clung to his arms as he leapt up above the dirt coffin and punched it back down into the crater that Mythal had risen from.

    As he roiled the earth in flames, the master came rushing over to them, practically sliding to a halt in the mud at his feet. Chishan told the two of them to get back over toward Mercury’s shield, saying he could hold Mythal off for a bit. Vandrad started to protest as the Xocili expected, but Chishan was having none of it, cutting him off and telling him quite frankly that he was more hindrance than help in his current condition. Mercury felt awful about that. It had to be quite a blow to the prince’s pride, but unfortunately it was true and this was not the time to humor Vandrad otherwise. Chishan instructed her to get her partner to safety and then return to help him hold Mythal back -- a job she was greatly not looking forward to assisting with some more, but there was no helping it.

    “Got it,” she said, hefting Vandrad further up on her shoulder so she could start to get him back in the graveyard. Mercury would carry him if she had to. Instead, as she started to walk, she felt him push gently away from her and getting down on his hands and knees. “Hey, come on. What are you doing?” she asked, dropping down into a crouch next to him. “We need to go. I am not leaving you out here unprotected, so don’t--”

    He cut her off gently with her name, his tone somehow both alarming and comforting at the same time. She listened quietly as he asked her to promise that whatever happened to him, whatever he transformed into, that she would stay out of his way unless he started going after anyone but Mythal. Her jaw dropped softly as the realization of what he was getting at settled upon her, even as he also asked her to ensure that he didn’t kill his brother, either. Mercury was the only one the prince believed could stop him from going too far over the edge, a feat she’d done only once before. He asked her not to try and talk him out of it, saying his mind was made up. The only thing she could do was get as far from him as possible to make sure that Mythal was the only perceivable threat once his power took over.

    This was the kind of situation where, indeed, most partners and friends would jump down his throat very much like Mythal had done to Serilda earlier, vehemently telling him what a stupid idea it was and demanding that he not throw away his life or principles so rashly. However, Mercury was not most people. She knew what it meant to do whatever it took to survive, and so far none of the standard plans had worked. They needed a miracle, and as his partner she didn’t plan on doing anything but supporting him. “You have my word,” she told him without hesitance, her face grim and determined. “I will not let you lose yourself.”

    Maybe it was the seriousness of the situation, the existential dread of their impending deaths that washed over her and prodded her into uncharacteristic mannerisms. Or perhaps, she simply needed some sure, concrete way to affirm for him the unwavering faith she had in him. Either way, she took his face in her hands and leaned forward, planting a swift, solid kiss on his lips before pulling back and nodding to him. Then, she let him go and raced off into the woods toward the direction where Chishan was engaging Mythal, her hoverdisc swooping in from behind her as she leaped onto it mid stride and pulled herself back up into the air. She knew what was coming, and she knew it would be bad, but the only thing she could do was keep her promise.

    “CHISHAN, PULL BACK!” she roared across the field as she rushed toward him, her tone conferring the immediate and imperative need for him to get the hell out of the way. It was all she could get out before a large beast crafted from darkness exploded into existence before her, forcing her to reel back in the sky so sharply that she may as well have left tracks in the air. It reached out to her with a set of viciously sharp claws. Mercury threw herself from the disc to avoid them, twisting her body around as she stretched her hands toward the guardian. Miniature runes appeared at the tips of each of her fingers before thin beams of prismatic light blasted from them, racing and curving from the digits to come down on the thing from ten different directions, aiming to riddle it full of holes.

    As she completed her attack, her legs swung back down below the rest of her body and landed squarely on her disc that had rushed back around to meet her. Mercury didn’t even stop to check and see if it was dead or if she had even dealt it any significant damage, electing instead to continue rushing past it toward her destination to get to Chishan. Vandrad was already there, having found the power to slip past her without her even registering it, holding Mythal’s blade hostage with a single hand as he loomed over the possessed Rune Knight in his fully realized rage mode.

    Mercury pulled up to Chishan without bothering to stop and listen to the stand off between the two berserk brothers. “Change in plan,” she told the master, as if he hadn’t already come to that conclusion. “As you can see, Vandrad’s got one more trick up his sleeve and he’s decided to use it. There’s no stopping it now. In fact, the only one who has ever successfully stopped it before was me. I can’t explain what it is because neither of us really know, the only thing we do know is it’s triggered by the power and presence of exceptionally strong gods and demons, and when he is in this form he is indiscriminate about who he attacks. You get in his way, he will try to kill you too.”

    She fixed a very serious emerald gaze on him. “Right now, the only thing we can do is stay out of his way and make sure he doesn’t kill Mythal or anyone else. Specifically Ruzatz, because I guarantee that will be his next target. In fact you may want to get over to them and see about setting up some extra precautions. I’ll hang out here and make sure nobody dies. Tell Lux if the shield starts to fail, he should be able to feed it with his own light and keep it going for as long as possible.”

    Mercury waited only long enough to confirm what Chishan was going to do before zipping off toward the ongoing fight, whirling around the battling duo from a respectable distance, only keeping close enough to be able to jump in to try and save one or the other as needed.

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos on 14th October 2020, 3:53 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    Well Vandrad hadn’t expected that.

    All he needed from her was a guarantee that she would keep him from going too far. She had been the one to knock him out of it last time, her interruptive kick saving Louie’s life and bringing the senses back to the lost prince. He was sure that she could pull it off again if push came to shove and a feeling in his stomach told him such a situation would arise. Ruzatz wasn’t very far from where he would be fighting and in his blinding rage, it didn’t seem to matter whether they were allies or not. If they had some kind of demonic or celestial power, Vandrad would target them. Mercury was the only guarantee against that. So despite making his decision, he needed her to be there, ready and waiting, to stop him when things went back. And he knew she would agree to it -- unlike his adoptive brother and his fiance, the two of them had been through war. They knew that plans rarely went as they were meant to and sometimes, one had to make sacrifices to guarantee survival.

    She promised him that she would make sure he wasn’t lost. He was just about to give her a nod of thanks when her hands went to his face and pulled him in for a surprising and passionate kiss. His eyes bugged out at first before he nearly melted into it… and then it was over. He stared at her as she nodded and then she was off, leaving him to wonder what the hell that was. In all of their interactions, in all the times they had kissed, it had always been him making the move. This was the first time she had made her move and it had left him stunned. But he shook it off, knowing that he couldn’t let his questions, concerns and wonders distract him. Counting that he came out of this madness, hoping that she was able to free him, he would think about it then. All he had to know, all he had to feel was the anger until the foreseeable future.

    Chishan, unfortunately, was not prepared for Mercury to come back so quickly and he certainly wasn’t expecting her to tell him to pull back. It was enough to draw his attention, his head lifting slightly despite the overwhelming pain in his torso. She raced across the battlefield and Dark Mythal sent a creature of shadow at her, ready to cut her to pieces. She managed to avoid the slash by leaping from her disc and unleashed a series of light beams from her fingers, each one piercing the creature and causing it to roar. Perfect holes bored through the dark body of the guardian and, unlike Mythal’s injuries, they did not close or heal. It swiped at her once more but she was already past it, flying away. The guardian collapsed in a heap and melted into the ground, becoming nothing more than a shadow until it was completely gone. By the time she was able to reach Chishan, he was standing in awe at the sight of Vandrad standing before him, holding the sword in place only inches from the Master’s face. The Dark Prince empowered himself and knocked Mythal back, while taking a few steps away from Chishan’s pinned position.

    He cocked his head slightly to listen to Mercury but he was completely focused on Vandrad. Something about him felt off, wrong, evil. It was a power that was intoxicating in the worst ways. His very presence made his neck tight, his breath having a hard time getting into his lungs fully. Mercury told him that they had changed plans and Vandrad had decided to use his last ditch technique. Apparently it was unstoppable, save for a single time that Mercury had managed to bring it to a halt. She didn’t have much of an explanation but what she did know was that it reacted violently against those with demonic and godly power. And there was no telling what would happen to anyone got in his way while he was changed -- it was entirely possible that he could kill them if they got between him and his quarry.

    Well that was horrifying. Vandrad launched himself at Mythal and swung his scythe forward furiously. The Darkness Slayer brought up his sword and blocked the attack, the steel squealing as the purely energy-made scythe scraped across the blade. Dark Mythal pushed back and swung his weapon in from the side, wanting to cut Vandrad in half in one swift motion. But the Dark Prince adjusted the scythe, jerking it to the same side to catch the blade, eliciting another otherworldly screech that could send chills down even the most stoic of people. Vandrad pressed down upon Mythal once more, beginning a volley of slashes and swipes from both men as they tested one another’s limits. Finally Chishan was able to pull his attention away from the dueling titans to look at Mercury. She said the best thing they could do was stay away from Vandrad, only intervening if he looked to be attempting a killing blow on Mythal. But Ruzatz was in danger as well and she advised him to go over and see if he could set up some additional defenses. She would remain behind to ensure that neither one of them killed the other. She also added that Lux should be able to further increase the shield’s durability. Well it was a better plan than anything he could come up with. “Alright, I’ll head over there,” he said, giving her an assured nod before pulling himself off of the tree trunk. Mercury took to the sky and Chishan ignited flames from beneath his feet, rocketing him in the opposite direction.

    He passed through the shield, landing hard on the cemetery ground. He went down to one knee, placing a hand down onto the soil to steady himself as he took a breath. “Chishan!” Zifu called out for him. “What is happening?”

    "Vandrad is keeping Mythal back for the moment. But apparently the power he is using makes him volatile -- he’ll attack anyone that has a strong demonic or celestial presence,” he explained as he pushed himself up to his feet and started over for the group.

    “Uh, what? You wanna run that by me again?” Lux asked, swooping in and floating by Chishan’s side as he walked.

    "Mercury didn’t have time to explain it. But we need to assure that Ruzatz doesn’t draw his attention,” the Master continued as he walked up to the group of mages. He started drawing runic symbols in the air, crafting them into glowing sigils.

    “Yeah, what about me? I have both of those things he apparently is frothing at the mouth over. And the last thing I need is that roided out midget who can actually grab me, getting his hands on me,” Lux shot back.

    "Luckily I said ‘strong’ presence then,” the Master retorted.

    “What happens if he does come after me? I’m pretty durable so I doubt it could put me in any real danger but it could endanger everyone else.” Ruzatz asked.

    “If we break the ritual, it’ll begin to fail. The lacrima would most likely be destroyed and we’ll have lost our chance to stop Faera. So no matter what, we cannot break this circle,” Zifu explained.

    "So no fuckin’ pressure then,” Monica muttered.

    "Lux, Mercury said you can power the shield with your magic. Do whatever you can to make it stronger,” Chishan said, glancing at the Seal.

    “Hey, I’m not one of your little secret society members, you can’t order me around,” Lux protested, snarling at the Master. But after a moment. “But I will because I want to.” And with that, he walked over to the shield, giving his hands a shake before he began to funnel some of his light into the barrier.


    The Dark Prince slammed his scythe into Dark Mythal’s sword, a lingering scream ripping out from the metal blade as it raked against the magical energy. But before Mythal could move to counter with another swipe, Vandrad lurched forward, releasing the pole of the scythe with his hand and slamming it into the Darkness Slayer’s chest. It knocked him back and Mythal suddenly hit his back against something solid. He glanced over his shoulder to find… Vandrad? Another form of the Dark Prince stood there, grinning back at the surprised Darkness King and a quick glance back showed the original Vandrad standing where he’d been, grinning just as wide. Mythal frowned and then spun around, the sharp edge of his sword leading the way and easily slicing through the clone, cutting the top half of his torso off of his bottom. Dark Mythal was about to grin in victory when he noticed the clone was still smiling… then he was glowing.

    The explosion rocked the entirety of the battlefield as Mythal was sent flying away from the detonation and right into Vandrad’s rising uppercut. He timed it perfectly to ping-pong the Darkness Slayer up into the air, where another magic clone was waiting. Its arms morphed into pure purple energy, sharp claws growing out from its fingers. Mythal saw the swing coming and released the nodachi, his hands coming up to grab at the wrists of the clone and stopping the talons from impaling him. The nodachi swung forward of its own accord, trying to lop the clone’s head straight off. And indeed, the blade ripped through the energy and popped the top of that Vandrad’s head off… but the original was behind, his own arms transformed as well. A swipe tore a long gash across Mythal’s chest, rending shadow smoke from the Darkness Slayer’s body. As Mythal turned about to face the original Dark Prince, his head was suddenly grabbed and the two suddenly surged downwards, at breakneck speed, until they slammed into the shield, with Vandrad pinning Mythal against the energy barrier.

    "I was expecting more from you, Faera. All this talk I’ve heard about how scary you are and you can’t even properly use your vessel. What a waste,” Vandrad mocked the possessed Rune Knight, grinning as he ground Mythal’s face into the shield.

    “What are you?” the dual voices asked, fury rife in their voice.

    "I am Vandrad with his shackles shaken off. The vengeance of humanity burns through me, calling out for your blood. But don’t worry, Divine… you won’t be dying alone,” the Dark Prince remarked, his eyes trailing up on the shield and looking through it.

    Right at Ruzatz. The Prime Sin could feel the gaze on him but worse, he felt a sinister air suddenly rushing towards him. A clone of Vandrad’s had teleported inside, the energy scythe in its hands, already swinging it in and towards not only Ruzatz but the entirety of the ritual group. With no other option, the Prime Sin of Lust leapt backwards and out of the circle, releasing hands and turning to tackle the clone out and through the shield. The sudden impact was enough to knock the clone out of his motion and the scythe was stopped before it hit anyone. But the ritual circle was broken. “No!” Zifu cried, the color in her face blanching.

    Yet another body entered the circle, taking the open hands and adding his magic to the group. Chishan had sensed the presence from before and looked up just in time to see the clone swooping in. With no other option, he had forgone erecting the rest of the defensive spells and sprinted around the group, managing to fix the circle with only a second passed. “Tell me I was quick enough,” he asked, looking at his wife’s face.

    “I-I don’t know,” she remarked, terror overwhelming her features. She swallowed hard, trying to take back her confidence and mental fortitude. “Just concentrate. We have to try.” An explosion rocked the ground beneath them, magical fire erupting out from where Ruzatz had just dove to.

    Vandrad grinned from his place on top of the shield but his split focus allowed Dark Mythal to fuel darkness into his body and release a pulse of magic, throwing the Dark Prince away. Vandrad flew away and bounced off the ground, rolling backwards onto his feet as Mythal came at him, his fists clenched in darkness. The Dark Prince caught them, his own corrupted energy coating his limbs as they matched strengths, pushing back against one another. The ground cracked and broke beneath their feet, upending the soil and mud that had only recently settled. Cracks of electricity ripped through the air as two enormous, malicious magic powers met and pushed against one another.

    Then, just as the confrontation seemed to be meeting a breaking point, a whip snapped out of nowhere and lashed Vandrad in the face, following immediately by snapping against Mythal’s neck. Both men released the other and fell back a step each, reaching up simultaneously to touch the wounds. Then together they looked towards the source; Ruzatz, standing several yards away, retracting the whip he had just unleashed at them. He spun it around himself before letting it fall over his shoulder, a cocky, amused smirk on his face as he looked between the two men. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a threesome with two other men. Especially hunky, naughty boys like yourselves,” the Prime Sin remarked, seemingly to delight in the possibility of getting involved. In his free hand he brought forth a knife, flipping it around so the blade was facing away from the two men and holding it backwards. “Now play nice with me; it’s been awhile since I stretched these particular muscles.”

    Then with a slight waggle of his eyebrows, Ruzatz dashed in, crossing the distance between himself and the two men in a flash. His whip was uncoiling, his knife was swinging and his amusement was boundless. Vandrad and Mythal were already rearming themselves, unenthused by the situation, each one still just as determined to kill the other two. And as the three bodies began to slash, dodge, block, stab, thrust, counter and volley at one another, it was clear that the battle had ramped up to an entirely different level.







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    Post by Serilda Sinclair on 14th October 2020, 6:51 pm

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    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    Gren came back around immediately following Victoria’s jump start, opening his eyes and looking around to take in the stark white atmosphere around them. He expressed his surprise that Faera wasn’t yet upon him, getting up to his hands and knees and slowly standing to his feet. I’m not sure what this is, she said, a rhetorical answer to his rhetorical question, the Seal sounding just as confused and uncertain as he was. The mortal began to walk, figuring it was better to stay moving rather than to stay still, a sentiment that Victoria agreed with, voicing his thoughts as to whether he’d accidentally nullified the memory they were in when he countered Faera’s spell.

    Victoria didn’t have an answer for him there, but she wouldn’t have had time to give one anyway. A voice spoke up, one that she easily recognized. Kronelia… she said, her interest piquing greatly. Their figures were constantly shifting between blurred and sharp, with their faces never visible, but the Seal didn’t need to see their faces to know who each one was. At Gren’s prompting, she told him, These are the rest of the Divines. Or at least, all of them but Ataxia. Kronelia of Truth, Kihlene of Reticence, Amos of Repose, Xuhtia of Patience, Iahael of Selflessness, Bilios of Piety, Orena of Purity, Ramuh of Faith, and Zalona of Pacification. She listed each of them quietly in his mind, giving him the names of the faceless figures so he would know their identities and the types of people that were present, if nothing else.

    I have suspicions on what this meeting is, though I was dormant in the mortal realm when they met. I didn’t hear the rumors about what happened until much later. How much do you know about the origins of the universe, and of Kingdom Darkness itself? Presuming it was little to none, the Seal continued. Everything in the universe has an opposite; a reverse side of its coin that gives the other meaning and purpose. Ten of the original eleven gods that were born at the start of the universe were the embodiment of the virtues that life had to offer, even as the seven Prime Sins, the demons, were the embodiment of life’s vices.

    Ataxia, the Divine of Entropy, was… none of those things. She was the antithesis of reality and creation itself and everything it represented, her very nature meant to undo creation entirely, the good and the bad. She loved her brothers and sisters dearly, and they her, but none could deny that she was a threat to everything. Her power was so vast, so untamed, so destructive and pervasive, that the rest of the Divines and the Sins set aside their differences and worked together to lock her away forever. It took all seventeen of them to achieve this, and it left Ataxia’s realm, Kingdom Darkness, without an authority to keep it controlled.

    It was a harrowing tale, one that any mortal was sure to find more than a little discomforting. The idea that there was a god out there whose essence consisted on undoing the very fabric of reality and existence itself was scary enough, but the knowledge that her power was so great and terrifying that it had taken a fully unified force of the other gods and demon lords to banish her to a place where she could no longer threaten them was an entirely different scope of unfathomable power. It also would explain a great deal as to why Lux had been so upset about discovering the Order was in possession of a shard that bore Ataxia as its namesake.

    But as her story would suggest, there was no way that this memory could have belonged to Mythal. It would be millenia before Gren’s adoptive son would be born, so he would not have been present for this. No, the only logical conclusion, the one that he reached soon enough, was that this memory belonged to Faera herself. The two watched as the Goddess of Love offered herself as a lamb for the altar that was Kingdom Darkness, putting even Iahael to shame in terms of selflessness. Her offer was received with mixed reviewed by her brethren, many of whom thought she should be the last Divine to be placed within the realm, as without her the love in the world of mortals would lose its potency. However, Faera had faith that her domain would thrive on its own just fine without her, and she was set in her decision to put her own existence on the line to save those dearest to her.

    Gren spoke up, his voice somber as he reflected on the truth of how Faera had become the master of the chaotic kingdom, and how he had always figured it had been for nefarious purposes rather than something so altruistic. Victoria was less impressed, but she also wasn’t necessarily unsympathetic to the situation, either. If anything, it was a decision born at her grief in what she had done. Faera was the last of the Divines to agree to the plan they enacted against Ataxia, and it took the others a great deal of effort and time to bring her around. In fact, I believe she only joined them after they agreed to her stipulation that Ataxia be imprisoned, rather than slain.

    A few seconds more of the scene played out before everything suddenly became awash in darkness once more, Gren renewing his ready stance as he quickly came to realize there was no path out. They were surrounded by nothing at all, nothing but the purest and deepest of blacks. The mortal held his sword before him, on guard but not wholly committed to his position, his eyes searching for the goddess that was sure to be with them. Faera’s voice split the air once more, this time coming from the current iteration of the Divine rather than her memory. She praised him for getting as far as he had, having thought for a moment that the mortal had been successful in his attempt to escape.

    Instead, he had made it to what she referred to as the memory between memories, one from a time where she had been naive and full of hope. It had taken her some time to come and understand how darkness was the inevitability of existence, but once she had lingered in the kingdom long enough she had embraced it wholly. Then, with a final perilous offer to enlighten him, the sky around them filled with countless stars that burst into life and began to charge with divine energy.

    Hang on! she replied to Gren’s observation, flooding his blood with her best and most potent immunizations. He set his sword magically aside and charged up his nullification magic once more. Just as his energy reached its peak, the stars fell like rain and battered him from all angles, roiling the space on and around them with volatile starlight. His sword acted of its own accord to block and deflect as many of the blasts as possible, even as Gren sought to nullify the bolts that Curse missed. It wasn’t perfect, but it was still an impressive defense that kept all but the most pervasive of blasts from reaching him. But even those few blasts were enough, greatly weakening him and burning his flesh.

    Victoria did her best to keep him alive, though truthfully Gren had more help here than he realized. She was empowering his very life force, yes, but even on top of that the vast majority of his damage was being unknowingly directed to a different target. Still, Victoria knew she needed to do more. Now was the time to act, when Faera believed that she had Gren entirely overwhelmed, when she least expected to meet resistance. Unfortunately, she had no idea where the goddess was. She had yet to reveal herself, and Victoria could not give herself away for anything less than a reasonable opportunity for a shot at the Divine. So she continued to lie in wait, bolstering Gren where she could to keep him even more resilient than he was already proving himself to be.

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    Post by Mythal Ragnos on 15th October 2020, 10:08 am

    LIGHT
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    Gren was sure what he was witnessing was the meeting of the deities that the Order of Souls had long sought after. The fact that their faces were blurred for the most part was quite the hindrance to, at least, putting a look to them, even if he didn’t have names. Then again, he happened to have a divine creation sitting in his head at the moment and, upon remembering that, he asked Victoria what was happening. She had muttered one of the names -- Kronelia -- but upon his query, she decided to reveal the rest of them. Kronelia, Kihlene, Amos, Xuhtia, Iahael, Bilios, Orena, Ramuh and Zalona -- and with each name came a trait that they stood vanguard over. Nine Divines with blessings for their focuses, just as the books had said and the rumors had hinted at. He made sure to dedicate his memory to the names, wanting to make sure he relayed them later to Chishan and Zifu. This was becoming quite the breakthrough.

    As he listened to the gods bicker with one another, Victoria turned a question onto him, wanting to know how much he knew about the beginning of the universe and of Kingdom Darkness. “Ain’t a whole lot out there. Rumors, legends -- tall tales mostly. Whatever truths were known weren’t shared with humanity in a well-founded and documented way.” The Order of Souls gathered whatever information they could find but they were whispers of dead civilizations and ages past. There was no verifying beyond comparing to other legends they happened upon. Even just the clarification of what these god’s names and placements were was going to be considered a huge breakthrough. Victoria decided to take the opportunity to give him a detailed rundown; For every action there was an equal opposite reaction and, operating off that principle, the universe was brought forth with avatars to balance one another out. There were eleven gods born at the start of the cosmos and seven demons, called Prime Sins. Both vices and virtues embodied by living, breathing beings.

    But there was an eleventh called Ataxia, who was the Divine of Entropy; a title and trait that was not generally considered a virtue by most people. Indeed, she was a glitch in reality and her existence meant that all of it, every universe and piece of matter that had been born, was meant to be undone by her. The rest of the family, while caring for her as a sister, knew she would rip apart everything with her destructive and terrifying power. In the end, the Divines and Sins called a peace and used their combined efforts to lock her away for good. But in her absence, her realm was left woefully and dangerously empty -- a realm called Kingdom Darkness. “Kingdom Darkness was Ataxia’s realm?” Gren asked, surprised. He knew so little about the place, despite having spent years there as a dead captive. For all he had understood, the realm had simply been left untouched before Faera finally occupied it. Even more troubling was the realization that Ataxia was not only real but her power was a terrible one to behold. It had taken enemies agreeing to work together to even make sure she didn’t erase all of existence. No wonder Lux had been so worked up over that Ataxian shard.

    Faera had offered herself as a sacrifice, willing to go and keep watch over Kingdom Darkness at the price of sacrificing her place within their fold. She would still be considered a Divine but reaching her, interacting with her, would be too dangerous for any of them to attempt. She would remain in the alternate realm for all of time, standing defensive against its destructive and greedy hunger. And in the end, she would seemingly need to end her life before madness overcame her, should that event come to pass. The sad truth was that it had and the goddess had missed her opportunity to stop it, cut the poisoned limb off before it infected everything. Now here they were, fighting against her madness as she sought to undo all the work that she and the other supernatural avatars had accomplished. Victoria commented on the seemingly compassionate act, remarking that it was most likely born out of guilt for her acts against Ataxia. She had withheld her commitment to the banishment until the end, unwilling to budge for what seemed like quite some time. And it seemed that locking Ataxia away had been a compromise -- the original plan had aimed to kill her. “It’s not easy to convince anyone to turn on their siblin’. Love like that don’t break easy,” Gren remarked softly, watching the memory version of Faera for a few moments longer. He seemed to speak from a place of understanding, words that hinted at a past filled with similar such trials.

    But the moment for nostalgic consideration soon came to an abrupt and terrifying end. Where there had once been light was quickly overcome by darkness, casting the former Knight in the shadow of an unseen threat. The real Faera returned, remarking about her innocence and naivety from her younger time and how being in Kingdom Darkness had made her privy to the real reason behind existence. And soon glowing stars had been born out of the dark, each one glowing with power and intent to devastate him. There was nowhere to escape to and with no other choice, Gren was forced to go completely on the defensive and burn through as much magic as he could to survive. With Curse soaring around him and his nullification magic covering the holes, the older man became a spinning, twisting and turning flurry of movement as the downfall of darkstarlight descended upon him. Blasts hit him hard but miraculously, they didn’t damage him as much as he anticipated. And with Victoria within him, his injuries were able to remain aloof for a time.

    Yet the assault didn’t come to an end. What felt like seconds of fighting had very quickly expanded to minutes and, terrifyingly enough, close to beyond. Gren was a trained man who had a stamina impressive by most standards but he was still mortal and human. Soon enough his movements started to slow, his ability to nullify started to flicker and his magic was beginning to run low. He pressed on, digging down deep and holding out for as feasibly long as he could. In an instant, everything fell apart; his focus on Curse wavered from a blast hitting his back and the weapon lost its motion. A beam of magic ripped right through its center and the sword burst into pieces, spraying metal shrapnel into the air and removing Gren’s solid means of defense. With no other choice, the former Knight tucked his body in on itself and he put whatever leftover magic he had into a thin barrier around his form, just as the full brunt of Faera’s attack descended upon him.

    After several minutes of the barrage, the stars faded from existence. The darkness melted away, revealing another memory that had been blocked out by the shadows. The smoke started to clear and there lay Gren, bloodied and bruised, lying on his back as he suffered from the immense pain throughout his body. His clothes were tattered, burned and torn, barely hanging onto his body as he lay there. He breathed in shakily as he tried to force himself up, only to slump back down. He turned his head to the side, looking out at the scenery beyond. A night sky, with real stars flickering in the cosmic blanket above the planet. And there was a heat pressing itself against his other side. He turned his head slowly to see what it was he was feeling, his eyes widening slightly at the sight. A house on fire, burning brightly against the dark evening. A house he recognized, even as flames engulfed it. And a boy, barely sixteen, on his knees, crying to the moon and dark in agony.

    It was a scene depicted all across Mythal’s psyche, even where Serilda and Hugo were. There was no alteration or change; Faera’s flames didn’t linger in the background. It was the night Gren had been murdered and the teenager there, his world rocked and upended on itself, was Mythal. “This is his last memory. The last sanctuary of what makes my vessel Mythal. Once it’s gone, so will he… and I will take everything he’s earned and cultivated and make it my own. Take one last look, Gren Ragnos… Serilda Sinclair. You’ll live just long enough to see him erased before I rip your souls from your forms.” Faera’s voice boomed throughout every realm, her voice cold, menacing and assured. She was at the door of victory and all she had to do was turn the knob and walk through.

    They had failed.




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    Post by Mercury Arseneault on 15th October 2020, 3:49 pm

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    Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects
    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    Chishan didn’t do a whole lot of arguing or questioning of the change, which was just as well because attempting either of those things wouldn’t have done much good. There was no getting Vandrad to pull back now, and no time for Mercury to get into any specifics -- not that she had much more than what she’d already given. Still, he sensed that it was a plan and having a plan was better than flying by the seat of their pants without one. She relayed the danger that Ruzatz was likely in, and the master wasted no further time in rushing toward the shield to give the ritual group a heads up and try to put more shielding up.

    Mercury flew around the brothers as they fought, Mercy in pistol mode so that she could engage more readily from a distance for now. Getting mixed up in that melee would not be fun, and she wanted to stay out of the way unless absolutely necessary, conserving her strength so she could be strategic about when and how she used it. The two men went toe to toe with their weapons, Mythal still wielding his extra long sword while Vandrad had summoned the energy scythe he’d attempted to use to kill Louie the last time he’d been in this form in front of Mercury. She watched the battle like a hawk, always hovering nearby but never getting too close or interfering. It was all pretty standard until Vandrad stepped up his game a little.

    “I’m sorry, the fuck?” Mercury asked out loud, though more to herself than to either of them. The prince had made a copy of himself and was presently using it to double team Mythal. “Okay, first of all, clones are my thing, you jackass. Second of all, I would appreciate it if you would not make my job here harder than it’s already gonna be!” Talk about some fucking nerve.

    Mythal quickly carved up the clone, only for it to burst into a violent explosion of energy. The force of the blast knocked the man clear across the battlefield but Vandrad was already there waiting for him. Mercury continued to stay as close as possible but didn’t trace their paths perfectly, knowing she would only waste more of her strength and time trying to keep pace with them wherever they went. In fact, she only made her way closer to them when Vandrad snatched Mythal out of the air and slammed him right onto her shield, which was a little too close to Ruzatz for her comfort. Mercury hovered over the shield with her weapon trained on Vandrad as she listened to him exchange words with whom the prince seemed to think was actually Faera, rather than Mythal -- and boy was that frightening. She was practically waiting at this point for him to do something stupid, and she wouldn’t have to wait too long.

    Unfortunately, Vandrad managed to on up her before she could even get the chance to do anything to stop him by manifesting a clone inside her shield, sending it straight for Ruzatz. “HEY!” she screamed, unable to do anything in time for the clone that she hadn’t been prepared for. For one horrifying moment, the clone bore down on Ruzatz with the intent to kill him and the Sin was forced to break his place in the circle, abandoning the ritual to save his own life. Within a second, Chishan had thrown himself in Ruzatz’s place -- but it had already been enough to shoot the completion of Faera’s spell up quite a bit. The situation was really bad and getting worse by the second, especially since the lacrima still protruded out enough from Mythal’s chest to not be of any comfort.

    “ALRIGHT, THAT’S IT YOU FUCKING CHEATER,” Mercury roared at Vandrad, unloading a couple rounds of charged plasma shots from Mercy right at him. At this point, she was more irate than anything else that he’d used such a cheap shot to try and worm his way past her defenses and to keep her from doing her job. She continued to yell at him as she pelted him with gunfire. “STAY FOCUSED ON THE BITCH INSIDE YOUR BROTHER, OR I SWEAR TO THE STARS ABOVE I WILL SHOVE MY FOOT SO FAR UP YOUR ASS YOU’LL BE TASTING MY TOES IN YOUR MOUTH FOR A MONTH!”

    Their fight picked back up after that when Mythal used a pulse of dark energy to blow Vandrad back, the two of them beginning their shuffle anew. Mercury stopped firing then, temporarily shifting her attention over to where Ruzatz was more or less toying with the clone. He was clearly fine, so she swapped back to the brothers, still simmering with annoyance. In her head she could see the integrity of her shield pumping back up to full, which told her that Lux had probably elected to pitch in. Unfortunately, the percentage of Faera’s ritual was still quickly rising.

    Before she could get a chance to call out the number, the tip of a whip came out of nowhere and cracked both Vandrad and Mythal, catching the attention of both brothers and causing them to focus on the demon lord. Ruzatz seemed quite unruffled by the situation, standing there still clad in little more than the kimono, his whip hung over his shoulder and playing with a knife in his freehand. He teased them both about how it had been a while since he’d taken on two other men at once, flirting with them and asking them to play nice with him while he got back into the groove of exercising in a way that was completely different from his normal routine. Then, he leaped into the fray, the three men going at one another with extreme prejudice toward both of the others present, though Ruzatz seemed to be enjoying himself the most.

    Well, that sure wasn’t going to make her life any easier. At this point, Mercury had two choices: Either continue to sit back and watch and wait like a jackass, or hop in and do what she could to help make sure as much of the fighting as possible was aimed at Mythal over anyone else. With a growl that promised Vandrad all sorts of trouble later if they made it through this, she raised her freehand toward the air around the threeway battle and summoned a series of prismatic colored plates in a loose circle around them. The plates were smooth as glass, circular in shape, and angled slightly down toward the group below.

    Diving down toward them, she shot a blast of primordial lightning at one of the plates and it reflected the bolt down into the fight toward Mythal’s back from behind him. Then, she slid right up into the battle, shifting Mercy back into its blade form and getting in on the melee action. Her strategy was to be as much of a nuisance as possible to Vandrad when it came to attacking Ruzatz, doing what she could to get in the prince’s way and keep him from focusing too much on the demon. Likewise, she continued to shoot out blasts of electricity from either her weapon or her freehand, shooting the bolts at the reflective plates around them and always ensuring that the attacks came in at odd and unexpected angles to keep Mythal -- Faera? -- on her toes and hopefully as thrown off as possible. And she was so caught up in the fight that she didn’t even notice the ritual sensors until it started screeching at her in her head.

    “NINETY-NINE PERCENT!!”

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos on 15th October 2020, 9:36 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    If Vandrad could hear Mercury complaining about his imitation of her abilities, he didn’t show it. His entire world was revolving around Mythal, the wicked godly presence emanating off of him like the stench of shit on a hot summer’s day. It infuriated him, drove him wild with a desire to tear and rip the man to shreds. And then when Faera was open, when her defenses had been pulled down, he would tear her magic right from her, removing what made her so powerful and intimidating. She would lose her pedestal, knocked down to the level of the pitiful mortals she detested and abhorred. Yes, she would be brought low and then so would Ruzatz, the Prime Sin. He could smell that one even more; a foul air that could rot even the most durable of foundations. Both of them were here, acting as if they were the superior beings, standing above the insignificant humans. They would learn very quickly that underestimating humanity would be their downfall.

    It was that drive that gave Vandrad the edge, slipping a bit of his magic through the shield so that it could materialize behind Ruzatz, scythe in hand. The loss of the humans around him would normally have been a detriment but they were sympathizers; ones that had relations to the demon knowingly and willingly. And the Order; what a waste of space and effort. An organization that lacked the stones to do what needed to be done. False vanguards that would simply stand by and wait for trouble rather than hunting it down before it even had a chance to grow and thrive. Their loss was almost a benefit. Yet the Prime Sin had turned about, tackled the clone and moved them both outside the shield. His attention to Ruzatz cost him the advantage over Mythal and soon he was being knocked back, forcing him to return his focus on the Darkness Slayer in front of him. That wasn’t helped by Mercury loosing several blasts into him, causing him to wince and shoot a glare in her direction. One might have thought that he would have retaliated against such a rebellion to his power… but instead, he simply took the hits and focused back on Mythal.

    Meanwhile his clone was swiftly and painfully dealt with, exploding after Ruzatz had leashed it with his whip and ripped it in half. Then the Prime Sin bounced over to the other side of the shield to intervene in the battle, gleefully whipping the two men and taking them by surprise. A tense standoff occurred for a short moment before the three men charged in at each other, creating a mesh of body parts as they attacked one another. The close melee was chaotic, wild, outrageously quick and ridiculously dangerous. Each one of them switching targets before their other attack had even been dealt with, punches and kicks passing by to either hit empty air or crack hard against some physical guard. In a flash, the scythe and nodachi were back and the battle opened up a little so that the weapons could be mixed in. Ruzatz flipped over a sword swing and then slid under the scythe coming at him, twisting to unload his whip and crack it against Mythal’s knee. He then popped up just in time to catch the sharp edge of the scythe with his knife, somehow holding the weapon back from piercing him with the smaller blade. The whip snapped again, this time hitting Vandrad in the wrist and causing the Dark Prince to release the scythe’s handle with one of his hands. Now at half strength, Ruzatz pushed the blade of the scythe to the side and launched himself at Vandrad in a dropkick, planting both of his feet squarely on the man’s chest.

    Then he was kip-upping to his feet, just in time to duck under another swipe from Mythal’s blade. Vandrad slid several feet in the mud and dirt, his chest vibrating from the hit. Snarling, he rushed back in, rearming himself with the scythe. Suddenly plates appeared in the air all around them, only caught by the Dark Prince while he was out of combat. He had enough time to shift his vision to them before a blast of lightning bounced off the set of plates opposite him and slammed into Mythal’s back, causing his body to seize up and stiffen. Ruzatz took the opportunity to snap his whip out, grab the nodachi by the handle with it, and rip the weapon away, sending it flying from Mythal’s hand. Seeing his opening on both of the other men, Vandrad once more charged forward at breakneck speed. And then the woman arrived, Mercy out and ready. He attempted to move by her but she instinctively moved to block him, doing everything to get in his way. Mythal noticed this and dipped by Ruzatz’s whip, flipping over him and rushing in to attempt to land a cheap shot on Mercury while she was distracted.

    Growling, Vandrad quickly teleported behind Mercury before she could stop him and caught Mythal’s fist, putting himself between the Silver Wolf mage and danger. He pulled the limb in and headbutted Mythal back, their foreheads cracking loudly as the Darkness Slayer stumbled back. He went to bring up his scythe for a killing blow but there was Mercury, once more in his way. Ruzatz’ whip came out from behind Mythal, wrapped around his waist and yanked him back, furthering his stumble before the Prime Sin caught him with his arms and and suplexed him backwards, slamming him down into the mud and soil. He then rolled out of the move and gave Dark Mythal a firm slap on the ass, even as he changed his gaze to Vandrad and Mercury. The Silver Wolf mage was getting in Vandrad’s way, holding him back, interrupting his attempts to rush past and yet… the Dark Prince wasn’t attacking her. How very interesting. He heard movement from behind him and turned, bringing his knife up to catch the nodachi’s slash before it met his face. But Dark Mythal had put more strength behind the attack and sent Ruzatz flying.

    The Darkness King fixed his gaze on Mercury and Vandrad before another bolt of electricity hit his body from a different angle. The possessed Rune Knight growled as his hand snapped up towards the sky and from the darkness thirteen glowing lights appeared, sticking out brighter than the starlight. The Darkness King then brought his hand down, pointing it directly at the ground. Beams of darkstarlight came screeching down to the ground, slamming into the earth and burying themselves amongst the soil. If one were above the lights, they would see an odd undefinable symbol burning as the holes connected their energy beneath the surface. And then once they were all connected, they grew brighter and brighter, the air absolutely electric with magic energy. Vandrad picked up on it and grabbed Mercury by the wrist, twisted around and tossed her away from himself and the impact points of the blasts. A moment later the entirety of the area exploded in purple and black fire as the darkstarlight reached its peak. The ground shook violently from the impact, the intense wind blowing loose chunks of the ground in every direction.

    As the explosion settled into a dense smoke, the land fell silent for several moments. Something swung through the heart of the smoke and caused it to swirl and dissipate near the center, revealing Mythal standing there, nodachi once more in hand. He only had a moment to look about before Vandrad teleported in front of him, arm already cocked and ready. The punch came forward and slammed into Dark Mythal’s stomach, the impact blowing out the fog more before sending the Darkness Slayer soaring through the smoke. The Dark Prince grinned and launched himself in chase, ready to follow up. But instead, Ruzatz suddenly leaped out of the smoke, knife in hand. Vandrad came to a screeching halt but the Prime Sin anticipated that, spinning in the air and letting the blade go, sending it flying. The sharp edge whipped past Vandrad’s face, opening his flesh in a thin line along his cheek. “Mercury! Watch him while I take care of big, bad and grumpy,” the Prime Sin called out before leaping back into the smoke and setting off to take on Mythal.

    Vandrad tried to move after them, refusing to give up the fight. But just as his muscles flexed to send him flying… he felt something. Another emotion came rushing up out of the rage, overwhelming him and giving him pause. He gasped softly as he fell back a step, his heart beating a mile a minute. All at once he was no longer on the outside of his body but he was standing somewhere within, looking around in surprise and shock. It was only when his eyes fell upon a kind of mirror, hovering in the air just a few feet in front of him. Curiously he walked up to it and touched it with his hand, pressing his palm flat against it. It lit up and began to rifle through images; memories of people, places and things. It slowed down as it fell upon members of his family, faces he recognized and had grown up with. Each one of them was smiling as they looked at him, filling him with other such emotions he couldn’t quite describe. And then there was Mercury -- his partner, his friend, his confidante. Each of his memories with her played back, the prince watching as their connection grew stronger by the moment. It paused on a single image of her, back on Bellum, her looking out over the sunrise with a soft, playful smile on her face. His hand slid up to her, resting over the image’s cheek.

    And he knew. He understood what was happening. These were the faces of people he cared about, people who had kept him grounded despite how insufferable he could be. They looked out for him, sought to protect him and keep him safe. They tended to him and made fun of him, willing to poke and prod to watch him snap and get all annoyed. They loved him. And he loved them. His eyes closed softly as his rage morphed, turning inwards at himself. But a voice spoke up -- an oddly familiar but also unfamiliar voice. Rage is one hell of a motivator. It can grant us so much power. But we cannot let our anger rule us -- we must remember that we are the ones that rule. That fury works for us, not against us. We guide our own fate…

    How about you?

    The Dark Prince roared and his aura exploded out from him, the golden energy ripping the ground to shreds as his magic soared even higher than before. His hands went to his head, clawing at his temples and forehead, fingers pressing tight against his flesh. He was seething between his teeth, his rage attempting to once more knock him down. But Vandrad was taking control again -- he saw the means to grab the reins and make his anger work for him. These were not alien emotions coming from another source -- they were building off of the hatred and fury that he kept hidden away. The fury that had been etched into him from his childhood, from all the pain and suffering he had endured from his grandmother and put himself through. This force took those emotions and multiplied them. But they weren’t there to be played with; they were his. His scars, his agonies, his building blocks. He had made them into the steps he needed to get stronger. And nothing -- nothing -- was going to rob him of that. Vandrad’s hair flashed blue for a brief second then flashed again. And then in a showcase of overwhelming tenacity and willpower, he broke through the mold once more and ascended to the highest plane of his Empowerment, blue overtaking his follicles and his energy warping into a deep sapphire. His voice fell silent as his aura settled down, the prince’s head dropping back to an even level. The black ‘M’ was still on his forehead and his eyes were still darkened but his pupils… they were different. They had returned to normal. Vandrad was back.

    He reached up and ran his finger over his forehead, right over the ‘M’. Then he turned to face Mercury, meeting her gaze. He held the stare for a moment before he reached out and touched her shoulder, placing his hand on it gently and feeling it with his fingers. "I just had to make sure this was real,” he said softly, breathing a small sigh of relief. Then his features hardened back into battle mode. "I know you’re angry and you’ll get your moment to say what you want later. Right now, we have to help Ruzatz. I don’t care what the percentage is -- we’re not giving up on Mythal.” He gave her an assured nod and waited just long enough for her to verify it before his body coiled and sprang back into action, taking to the air. Ruzatz was dipping and dodging Mythal’s sword when the Dark Prince came surging in, slamming his fist into the Darkness Slayer’s face and knocking him away. Mythal bounced off the ground once before he slammed his feet down, dragging a long trench in the mud before he came to a stop.

    Vandrad landed next to Ruzatz, his aura burning bright. "I suppose I owe you my thanks,” he said, addressing the Prime Sin without looking at him. His gaze was fixated on Mythal.

    Ruzatz shrugged and grinned. “What can I say? I have a way with emotions.” The Prime Sin spun the knife in his hand before grabbing its handle once more. “Mercury said ninety-nine percent. And that lacrima isn’t quite in his chest yet. I think we’re about to lose.”

    "Not yet. She’s there but there’s still a small bit of Mythal. I can sense it. We may yet still have a chance. So we keep fighting.”

    Ruzatz chuckled. “Sir, yes sir. I can see why you let this man act so authoritative -- it’s quite the turn on,” he said, addressing the second part of his speech to Mercury.

    Ignoring the comment, Vandrad summoned up more magic and then rocketed forward towards Mythal, Ruzatz and hopefully Mercury right in tow. It wasn’t over yet -- if there was hope, it was worth grabbing onto tightly.







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    Post by Serilda Sinclair on 15th October 2020, 10:21 pm

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    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    Serilda and Mazikeen watched and waited as the lake rippled from Hugo’s impact upon its surface, lingering in anticipation for the Trumpet to reappear. He stayed under long enough for the waters to not be sloshing every which way, but they knew the fight was not over yet. A Trumpet was not going to be so easily put down, not even a fresh one that likely hadn’t gotten the chance to truly test his new powers yet. And sure enough, after a few long seconds, the lake began to churn, the tide drawing in on itself until a massive pillar of darkness burst forth from the surface, reaching up toward the sky before stretching out in all directions and blanketing everything in pitch black.

    Inky droplets of ichor dripped down from the dark ceiling, splashing onto the ground into small pools that shifted and morphed as black creatures with bright golden eyes began to claw their way out of the substance. There were hundreds of such pools, the two women looking around in calculation and consideration. “Hey, boss. So here’s the thing,” Maze said, “I’m good, but uh… I ain’t that good, if you catch my drift.”

    “Yeah, I don’t have the patience for this nonsense right now, anyway.”

    Reaching into her core, great bursts of starlight like comets birthed themselves out of nowhere, equal in number to the darkness army and raining from the sky until they impacted the ground. From each light appeared a nephilim, dressed in pristine white, gold, and black armor, their coats trimmed in black fur. Each was in possession of a golden spear that they brandished in unison with a thunderous kiai that shook the darkness and what remained of the memory around them. One army stood off against another even as Hugo took form from the spot where the pillar had blasted from the lake, a crazed and malicious look in his eyes.

    Serilda met the look defiantly. “Bloodletters!” she called, her voice carrying easily across the battlefield. “Attack!”

    Within seconds, the memory was roaring with the sounds of war, shadows battling against the demon and angel hybrids. A handful of the dark creatures attempted to swarm Serilda at once, but she snapped up a defensive wall of black wind that instantly evaporated the shadows. Hugo hurled himself at her, bearing down with his sword and looking to overwhelm her with his superior strength. The unholy aura of wind around her singed him heavily as he got close enough to attack her, but he fought through the pain, determined to take her down.

    She focused on evading where she could, utilizing her superior agility and speed to counter his brawn until all at once he was besieged with an overwhelming and invisible pain that dropped him gasping to a knee, his sword clattering to the ground. He gasped and growled, twisting his body in agony as burst after burst of seemingly endless attacks wounded him. Injuries appeared all over his body in the form of massive burns, and while it wasn’t enough to cripple him it was certainly enough to put him down a peg. “What the hell are you doing to me?!” he demanded to know, glaring up at her as it was almost all he could do to stay crouched where he was.

    “Technically, I’m not doing anything,” she informed him. “Faera, on the other hand, is laying quite the assault on Gren. At least, if your own injuries are any indicator -- and they are.”

    “What are you on about?”

    She squared off at him, not going to waste the opportunity to have the upper hand. “I put a spell on you when I took a bit of your blood earlier, and I don’t just mean the one that boiled you from the inside. Any damage that Gren takes from Faera or anything else in this realm, well over half of it is being transferred directly to you. Or did you really think I was going to waste my time on you and leave Gren alone with her without backing him up in some form?”

    Hugo was absolutely brimming with fury, even as his body twisted and twitched with each transmitted blast. His strength and health was quickly deteriorating before her eyes as she watched, and all Serilda could do was shake her head sadly. “I’m sorry, Hugo. I wish it had never come to this, but you made your choices… and I have no mercy or sympathy left to give to you.” Raising her scimitars up, she brought each across her chest and swung, each blade aiming to cleave the Trumpet’s head clear off his shoulders in one swift slice.

    Instead, before the weapons could reach their target, both swords shattered into pieces in her hands. Serilda’s eyes went wide in shock. “W-what..?” she managed to stammer out before suddenly Hugo was upon her, still being afflicted with pain but so angry that it was almost like he couldn’t even feel it as he roared and reached out to snatch her by the neck. At such close range she had no time to dodge it, and she quickly rearranged the Void within her to keep him from grabbing her.

    To her horror, the Void shifted again without her say so, Hugo’s fingers wrapping around her throat as he lifted her up and power slammed her hard into the ground. In the same movement, a nuclear explosion of darkness erupted from him so violently that it completely wiped out both his own forces and Serilda’s, with even Maze being tossed back into her own dimension, leaving the two formerly married individuals completely isolated together once more. Instinctively, she reached her hands up to his to try and pry him off, despite the fact that she could still breathe just fine. She attempted multiple times to shift the Void around them so she could slip out of his grip, the Trumpet being far superior in physical strength, only to find that with each nudge the empty spaces slipped back into their original positions before she could complete her spellwork.

    “Funny thing about the Void,” he told her, almost calm in the crazed smirk on his face. “The only thing that can truly counter a Voidwalker is another Voidwalker. While I certainly can’t use it to gain any power or forcible control over you, I can use it to completely cancel out your defenses and attacks.” He shifted his hold on her, sliding his fingers up until his palm was still firm on her neck while his fingers were practically wrapped around her jaw. He had her pinned beneath the bulk of his body, keeping her from being able to slip out of his hold or to stop him as his free hand began to roam uncomfortably.

    “Get off of me!” she told him, doing her best to maintain a strong and determined demeanor despite the very real panic that was starting to build up inside of her.

    His smirk deepened. “No, sweetheart… I don’t think I will.” Around them the scene shifted one final time, leaving them in the middle of a memory that Serilda didn’t need to guess what it was. Somehow, she gathered the wherewithal while Hugo pinned her to glance as much as she could, catching sight of the burning home. “You know what that means?” Hugo asked her quietly, his voice dripping with smug and malicious intent. “That right there is Mythal’s very last memory. Once she purges it, your pathetic excuse for a replacement husband will be gone for good, and my new beloved will have everything she needs to swallow the world of Light and make it her own. You’ve lost, Serilda.”

    “But if it’s any consolation, the pain you’re feeling now will seem like a dream by the time I’m done with you.”

    The barrage upon Gren lasted for quite some time, with both mortal and Seal putting every ounce of strength and power they had into withstanding the attack. Every time Gren took a blow, Victoria filled the depletion of his heath with rejuvenation from her magic, doing everything she could to at least keep him alive. Faera was capable of an immense amount of destruction, and while Victoria was certainly quite powerful herself as a Seal, there was a reason she and her siblings weren’t Divines. Victoria could and did easily make up the difference between the mortals and Faera, granting them a reasonable chance at victory, but not a guaranteed one. They would still need Serilda, and the Voidwalker had yet to make her way back to them.

    In the end, it was only barely enough to keep Gren alive. He was on the ground bruised and bleeding, a quivering lump of mortal flesh clinging defiantly to life even as the attack finally faded. Victoria was furious, especially since Faera still had yet to show herself and was not giving off anything at all that would help the Seal locate her enough to attack her in Gren’s stead. However, as things calmed down and she was given a chance to breathe without the chaos, she did sense… something.

    Idly, she worked on putting a bit of her heavily drained magic into healing enough of Gren’s wounds to at least ensure he wouldn’t bleed out on the ground, but the majority of her focus was elsewhere. There was something about this memory that felt different than all the others before. No, wait… it wasn’t the memory. It was something else entirely. Victoria tapped into Serilda’s Voidwalking abilities, feeling the air around her and finding substance where there should have been nothing at all. As Faera monologued away, Victoria threw herself into the Void, searching and pressing for an answer, her instinct telling her that what she was sensing was critical, and it took only a second or two to realize exactly what it was:

    Mythal’s consciousness.

    In essence, his spirit was here, trapped within this last memory and dormant, probably from the spell that had placed on him to insert the lacrima. But if he was here, surely he could locate Faera. Surely he could fight. He just needed a body… and luckily, he had one.

    Throwing herself from Gren’s body, Victoria took form in the blink of an eye, standing in the open ground. Mythal’s father and Faera both would see her in her true form, an old woman who was impressively fit for her age, clad in a crimson suit of studded leather armor that covered her from neck to hips before a flowing, open robe bottom draped toward the ground. A split ran up both sides of the robe to her hips, leaving her legs fully exposed, the limbs themselves protected by a seat of plated metal greaves that ran up to her thighs. Similar plate armor covered the length of her arms. She had long flowing white hair that curled up into horn like protrusion at the back of her skull, wrapped in crimson colored ties. A tall and sinister looking crown of steel was set upon her brow, her golden eyes set in determination. Within her hand was a long, thin polearm that was topped with a horizontal axe head on one end, and a sharp, deadly spike on the other.

    Commandeering Serilda’s control of the Void, Victoria swiftly spun her weapon within her hands, twirling it like a fan as the particles she sought swiftly gravitated toward her, centered on the weapon. It took her only a second or two to gather everything to her, the head of her staff pulsing with a dark purple energy. Then, she smirked. “You lose, Faera.”

    Victoria turned toward the teenaged Mythal and slammed the head of the axe on the ground in his direction. The violent energy shot from the weapon and into the boy, soaking into his body and finding its home. Even if it was only a memory of a time long since passed, even if it was a form from his younger years, it was still a version of Mythal’s body -- specifically, a version of his body that still possessed his magic.

    And she could only imagine how determined a broken hearted boy -- or man -- would be to get the chance to actually save his father again after failing to do so the first time.

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    Post by Mythal Ragnos on 16th October 2020, 4:47 pm

    LIGHT
    &
    DARK
    Gren could only surmise that his survival was solely based on the fact that Victoria was in his body at the moment. He had been hit a fair number of times from Faera’s blasts and several of them should have caused significant damage. Yet somehow he had managed to keep going, to keep defending against the impossible barrage that came down from every direction. It had been a noble attempt at outdoing the goddess and Gren knew that, even if she didn’t tell anyone about it, he had certainly surprised her with his willpower. But all good things came to an end and the minute that his sword broke, his main means of defense was gone. He threw a shield around himself and bunkered up, tucking his limbs in and burying his face as starfall explosions rocked his form and the ground around him. He wasn’t even aware that Faera had been pushing through memories as he suffered, furthering her progress while he was distracted. And when the assault came to an end, he was on the ground, bleeding profusely but still somehow conscious.

    He coughed, spitting out a large wad of blood and saliva onto the ground next to him. You’ve done all you can. You need to get back to Serilda -- find a way to get back here before she gets to Mythal. You gotta leave me, the former Knight relayed what was likely his last request to the Seal in his head. There was no sense in her endangering herself to keep him alive when she could hopefully create a link to the Field Marshall and get her here. Protecting Mythal’s last memory was now the most important factor; if that fell, all would be lost. And he wasn’t going to give up until it was too late. The goddess spoke to him and seemingly Serilda, her voice echoing across all of Mythal’s psyche, as she gloated over her victory that was already at hand.

    Gren a wave of healing magic once more rushed over his body, at least guaranteeing that he wasn’t going to bleed out. He figured it was Victoria’s last gift to him before she parted and returned to her real body, leaving him to buy time for Serilda to get there. The goddess still hadn’t shown herself, immersed in the darkness of the memory’s night but her presence was felt all around, pressing in on him. “Ya ain’t won yet,” Gren said as he managed to lift his head, glaring up into the dark. “As long as I’m still breathin’, you ain’t takin’ my son from me.”

    “Mmm I do love a good rebellious nature,” the goddess purred amusingly, a raw chuckle echoing out from all around. All he had to do was get to his feet and hold her off and then--

    A woman appeared beside him, materializing out of the thin air. She was a much older woman, though she seemed to have taken care of herself. An avatar of victory and swift punishment, everything about her seemed to ebb with confidence and surety unknown to most mortals. She came armed with an axe-topped polearm, the weapon at the ready as she faced off against the darkness beyond. It wouldn’t take a whole lot of thought to realize that this was the true form of Victoria, when she opted to take on a physical body. “What?!” Faera cried from the dark, the first time she’d sounded so shrill and surprised. Victoria had been within Serilda, not Gren. How had she managed to make her way here without her host body? The Seal shot her a confident look before declaring that she had lost, her body twisting back towards Mythal’s body. Whatever the old woman was planning, she couldn’t allow it to pass. “No!” Suddenly pitch black vines came rushing out from the night, slithering through the air at breakneck speed. They were aimed at the teenage Mythal, aimed to pierce through his body and tear him to shreds. Even if Victoria was doing what Faera thought she was doing, she wouldn’t allow there to be any chance of Mythal awakening. She’d end him right then and there.

    Except she’d completely forgotten about Gren. The old Knight, compelled to move by some sense of duty and honor as a father, had pushed himself to his feet quickly and threw himself in front of the vines, placing his body between Faera’s attack and Mythal. The black, sharp extremities pierced through Gren’s shoulder, arm, thigh and hip, bursting out the other side of his body and coming to a stop. He grunted in absolute agony but willed his muscles to tense up, trapping the magical extensions from continuing on their path. “I won’t say it again. As long as I’m breathin’...” Gren hissed out, fixating his stare from the source of the vines. “You ain’t takin’ my son from me.”

    “Then you all die!” Faera roared as hundreds of vines came rushing out, blotting out the memory completely. They rushed in at all three of the figures standing and Gren lifted the one arm he could even fathom to move up, releasing a blast of nullification magic -- his last. It was enough to wipe away most of the incoming limbs but a single one streaked forward, aiming directly for Gren’s forehead.

    “Mythal… I’m sorry. I tried my best. Please Seri, Victoria… save him…” he muttered, a raw defeated smile crossing his face as he watched the vine come in upon him, its sharp edge ready to bring his life to an end once more.

    - - - - -

    Mythal had no idea where he was. In fact, he wasn’t even aware that he was somewhere or nowhere. He’d been floating in a mass of darkness, lost to everything but the feeling of simply existing. Everything from the outside world didn’t matter -- there was only the darkness and the comfort it gave. But something had nudged him, tapped upon his metaphorical forehead and drawn his attention away from his blissful trance. All at once, everything came rushing back in -- all of the knowledge of everything he had missed. He could see, through some invisible view, as Serilda and Gren appeared in his mind, occupying a space within his psyche. He watched as Faera revealed her to them, as well as her compatriot that Seri named as Hugo. The goddess gloated about her plans and the futility of resistance before separating the group into two, setting herself up with Gren and reuniting the separated husband and wife.

    Mythal watched unobserved as the two fights played out, stuck behind a wall that he couldn’t quite fathom. Each individual skirmish played somehow both in slow motion and extreme speed as the realizations rushed into his mind. Faera spoke of removing memories from him but the Darkness King could still recall everything. He was the last bastion of what made him, him and that meant every bit of his spirit, soul and memory was left within whatever form he was in. The same sensation returned, prodding him curiously as if trying to decipher what he was. A familiar feeling washed over him and he realized that it was Victoria, reaching into the void of his psyche to locate him. She was calling to him, asking him to go with her. He suddenly comprehended a new setting, his last memory. The night that Gren had been killed by his hands -- or rather, Faera’s influence. There he was, beaten and bloodied once more, as the goddess mocked him from the darkness. Once more Gren was about to perish at the hands of the Divine but this time, he was going to die because he was trying to save him. He’d returned back into his life just to be taken right here and on the same day that he’d met Vandrad, his son by blood. It was a cruel, cruel joke and the consciousness of Mythal shook in agony and anger. No… Victoria was offering him a chance; one single opportunity to stop the end before it overtook him. One shot to step up and protect the ones he loved, the people that had been fighting for him while all he could do was stay back and watch.

    He wouldn’t let them fight alone anymore. He reached out and took hold of the offered hand, his body melting into a stream of consciousness. He was gathered in one spot and then released, set free to find himself. It was a younger body but it would do for now. He would only need it for a couple of minutes.

    - - - - -

    Something rushed past Gren, bending down and then back up as it threw itself in front of the former Knight. A hand came up and the vine pierced through the flesh easily but the fingers closed tight around the limb, holding it in the bloodied palm. Gren’s eyes shot up to the back of a head he knew, a body shorter than he was outside of here but still recognizable as his son. The sixteen year old version of Mythal stood between his father and the darkness, his hand impaled but his determination never stronger. Tears still streamed down his face despite the look of quiet fury that had overwhelmed his pain, dripping down to the ground below. “You ain’t takin’ my father from me again, you worthless bitch!” the younger voice of the Darkness Slayer echoed over the land. His other hand came up, the handle of Curse gripped tightly in it though it lacked a blade.

    He didn’t care. He’d make his own blade. Before Faera could comment -- though truth be told, she seemed too shocked to say anything -- Mythal’s entire body began to glow. But unlike every other time he activated his magic, which resulted in a black and purple highlight over his form, this was light. He’d felt something new in his body as he took on a physical form, a strange kind of sensation that seemed to brim with power. It wasn’t Faera’s, he knew that much, and because of that he decided to use it then and there. Mythal grunted as the air around him began to spiral wildly, veins popping up over his flesh as he attempted to use the full force of the strange power. On the outside the lacrima would begin to glow brightly, as if it had been turned on all of a sudden.

    And it was Lux, over by the shield, who felt it. “Oh shit…” he said in wonder, realizing what he was feeling. Pulling his hands back from the shield, he shot through the barrier and zipped through the air -- right at Dark Mythal. “I’m comin’, buddy!” he cried as he dove into the Darkness Slayer’s chest, disappearing within. In Mythal’s psyche, the beam of light that represented Lux came falling out from the night sky, swerving down and hastily towards the teenager. Faera cried out something and more vines of darkness rushed out, trying to end them all in one go. But Lux was far too quick for her and slammed into the teenage Mythal. All at once the teenager’s body was completely overtaken with light, beams of the illumination streaking out in all directions. They broke through the darkness of the night and then even purged the memory’s backdrop from its setting. All at once the picture that had been left in Mythal’s mind, the memory reel that both Serilda and Gren had been trapped in, came crashing down violently. The broken shards exploded as they hit the ground, revealing everyone to each other. The last wall that came shattering down was the one protecting Faera, the goddess knocked back as the light pushed her further away from the group.

    The light came compressing back into its source and, as it faded away, the fully aged Mythal stood in place of the teenage one. A bright glowing sword had been built upon the handle of Curse, the thick and long blade emanating with a power that seemed to illuminate everything around it. But the reborn Darkness King wasn’t waiting around, his eyes snapping over to Serilda and Hugo. His free hand shot out at Hugo and above the two, the moon suddenly ripped through the dark ceiling. A straight beam of light came crashing down upon the archangel, burning his flesh as hotly as the surface of the sun. It would also actively negate his ability to activate his own void-magic, giving Serilda the opportunity she needed to get away. But before he could turn his attention to Faera, ready to launch a full counterassault on her, the world fractured. Thick lines broke in the wall behind the goddess and archangel and then an opening tore itself into existence, opening the way to a massive funnel. It pulled the goddess and archangel angrily, trying to rip them back to where they had come.

    Faera screamed once more but her voice was echoed against the roar of the wind. She glared at the group of them before finally she relented, allowing herself to be pulled back into the tunnel. One Hugo had been pulled through as well, the fractured pieces built themselves back in and sealed the connection for good, cutting off Mythal and Faera for all eternity. But there wasn’t any time to celebrate and before they could even take the chance to look at Mythal, both Serilda and Gren would awaken suddenly back in their bodies in the real world. There, standing above them, was Doctor Wanda, her neck still in the midst of stitching itself back on fully, as she pulled her hands off of their foreheads. “Lady Sinclair, Agent Ragnos. Do not be alarmed but you must get down and take cover immediately. We are in imminent danger.”




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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos on 16th October 2020, 8:12 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    What had been practically a free-for-all had changed drastically in a short amount of time. With Ruzatz sleight of hand trick with his knife, he had managed to provide Vandrad with the means to grab control of his rage and steal the power for himself. And now that he was back in the driver’s seat, they could hold a united front against the opposing force that was Dark Mythal. The battle raged on as the three allies bobbed and weaved around one another, putting the Darkness Slayer completely on the defensive. So long as he kept fighting, so long as the Dark Prince didn’t feel a change in the presence within his adoptive brother, there was still a reason to hope. They were right in the middle of the chaos when suddenly a bright beam of light came soaring in from the shield. A quick glance verified that Lux had left his place and was joining the battle for one reason or another. Mythal snarled and swung at the Seal with his sword, finding no purchase as the Lightbringer dove inside of Mythal’s body.

    The lacrima had started to glow only a moment ago and now this. It was only after Lux disappeared inside that Mythal suddenly lurched backwards, the sword dropping from his hand. Vandrad quickly gestured for the other two to stop as the Darkness Slayer reached down and grabbed at his chest, fingers prying for the lacrima. But before their eyes, they watched it sink beneath the corrupted Rune Knight’s flesh and disappear. They had done it -- the lacrima had been installed. Mythal roared, an unearthly sound that shook the ground beneath his feet. For a brief moment, the green in his eyes faded and gave way to purple. Yet as the Darkness King started to blink, a surge of magic rushed through him and a single eye turned back to the emerald hue. Then in a rush of darkness, Mythal vanished and shot up into the air, an arm rising above his head. “You will all pay! YOU WILL ALL DIE!” the feminine voice screeched as a giant portal high in the air opened up, darkness and purple energy circling the hole.

    It was Kingdom Darkness; a tear ripped open between the two realms. And falling out from the wastes of the other dimension were two massive comets, working their way down to the portal’s entrance. They plummeted through, free-falling towards the surface. And judging by their quickly growing size, they would easily decimate the entire area. Dark Mythal managed to hold the portal open for a few more seconds before he suddenly lost consciousness, falling out of the sky. Chishan launched himself up into the air, soaring up and catching the knocked out Darkness Slayer before he could hit the ground. Saving Mythal was good but it wasn’t going to matter when the asteroids hit and flattened everything in a several mile radius.

    Those needed to be dealt with. Vandrad threw out his hand, his fingers opening up as he fueled magic into his palm. The destructive, volatile power of both his normal magic and the strange one mixed together, crackling and snapping at the air as the prince continued to power it up. "Add your power to mine. Together we can stop it,” he said to Mercury, looking at her. Despite the malevolent ‘M’ still etched on his skin, the veins bursting out through his skin and the dark undertone to his eyes, they were still the eyes of the man she knew. Her partner, hew friend and right now he needed her to help him make one last play to save them all.

    Counting that she fed her magic to him, Vandrad would wince but focus all of the mixing energies together, compressing them into a singular blast. The meteors were getting closer, their immense size making the already dark lands somehow even more shadowed. When his attack had reached its peak, he gave Mercury a quick nod and took up his position, cocking the glowing arm back. And then with all of his strength, he whipped the limb forward and sent the blast soaring up into the sky. The spell flew furiously, a bright light against the dark of the night and the imminent threat. Up it climbed, twisting back and forth until it descended upon the two imposing rocks. And once it was between them, Vandrad slammed his hand shut into a fist, activating the trigger within the spell.

    The light from the explosion was so bright that it may as well have been a second sun. The detonation grew to an immense size, swallowing up the two falling mountains in the chaotic mixture of energy and fire. Each part of the stones, every scrap of unnatural dust and pebble, was vaporized as the explosion ate away at the comets. Soon enough there was nothing but the bulbous orb of magical fire, illuminating all of the Cursed Lands for as far as the eye could see. And then, just as quickly as it had appeared, it snapped out of existence, leaving a massive ball of dark cloud in its wake, the only reminder of the detonation that had brought the day back into the night.

    Vandrad managed a soft, weak smile as his Empowerment left him. The ‘M’ on his forehead also slid back under his skin and disappeared, reverting him completely back to his normal form. Beaten, bruised and wearing clothes that barely covered him appropriately, the prince took a knee and let out a deep, exhausting breath. Somehow, despite the odds and everything turning against them, they had done it. Chishan had flown Mythal down over near the shield, settling the man on the ground. Even as he was laid flat, the form he had taken on melted off of him and into a puddle of darkness that quickly evaporated back into the Darkness Slayer’s body. The Master looked over at Mercury and Vandrad, giving them an assured nod. Past the shield, Vandrad could barely make out the others starting to move, their ritual complete and freeing them up.

    Ruzatz came over and clapped him on the shoulder. “Anyone ever tell you that you’re wicked hot when you’re angry?”

    Vandrad turned his head up to look at the Prime Sin, considering him. He breathed out heavily through his nostrils but a small, wry smirk tugged at his face. "In fact I have,” he said, chancing a quick glance over at Mercury. Then slowly he brought up a single hand and flashed a thumbs up, an almost ironic move considering everything.

    They’d succeeded.






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    Post by Mercury Arseneault on 16th October 2020, 9:37 pm

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    “DON’T YOU GIVE ME THAT LOOK, YOU CHEAPSKATE,” Mercury shot at Vandrad as he glared at her over the blaster fire. “YOU LITERALLY ASKED FOR THIS, SUNSHINE, SO BUCKLE UP!”

    Ruzatz came zipping back moments later to playfully taunt both men, looking more than a little excited over the prospect of a fight. The three moved so quickly against one another that Mercury honestly had no idea how she was going to make room for herself. Then again, she already did that earlier in a completely separate threesome, so if she could do it then surely she could do it now. She just wanted to make sure she wasn’t in Ruzatz’s way but the more she watched the battle the more Mercury was certain that the Sin was easily going to be able to work around her no matter what she did. He was clearly toying with them right now.

    She saw her opening when Ruzatz kicked Vandrad back a few feet, giving her the perfect gap to insert herself. Up went her plates that she utilized to zip lightning around in a circle before it would zap Mythal from behind, keeping him on his toes and semi distracted. The first successful strike allowed Ruzatz an opening to rid Mythal of his deadly longblade. Vandrad tried to use that as a means to get at both men, but Mercury was right there in his face, her sword in his way to keep him pushed back. Mercury had wholly been expecting him to try to simply knock her out of the way or try to kill her too, but instead he merely tried to slip past her. She wouldn’t allow him to, of course, but it was odd that he simply tried to avoid her rather than engage her in his mindless state.

    The prince suddenly teleported behind her and she whipped around with her gun ready only to find that he had stopped Mythal from striking her back. Apparently, this snapped version of Vandrad was more protective of her than anything else, which was odd to say the least, but she wasn’t going to argue with it. It certainly made her job a little easier. Now he was focused on his brother, gaining the upper hand and bashing his head in with his own, but there was a moment of Vandrad clearly going for a killing strike and that was a big no. Mercury once again put herself in the way of that, blasting the prince with a stunning shot that wouldn’t necessarily be all too painful but would certainly be annoying and distracting, especially at such a close distance.

    It gave Ruzatz enough time to yoink Mythal back, removing him from Vandrad’s direct fury and leaving Mercury there for a moment or two continuing to annoy and distract the prince, getting in his way at every turn. Ruzatz picked up the same oddity she had, but took it a step further to find a solution where Mercury was willing to overlook until a later time. It was enough to drop his guard though as Mythal swooped in, rearmed with his sword, and sent the Prime Sin flying across the yard. Suddenly, a number of lights were streaking down from the sky in a circle around them, down into the soil where they began to build a charge. Before the Silver Wolf mage could do anything about it, Vandrad grabbed her firmly by the wrist and tossed her outside the range of the spell.

    She skidded to a halt in the mud, grumbling to herself about his action to spare her from the attack having no bearing on him still being in trouble after all this was over. Once more the brothers squared off, with Vandrad managing to get a solid sucker punch in before Ruzatz reappeared, flicking a knife in Vandrad’s direction and cutting him lightly across the cheek. The demon lord told Mercury to watch Vandrad while he dealt with Mythal. It was an odd request, but one she didn’t question to oblige, throwing herself in front of the prince with the barrel of her pistol aimed right at the center of his chest.

    And despite the fact that Vandrad clearly wanted to continue fighting, and even moved to do so, causing her to squeeze the trigger just a hair in preparation to fire, he simply stopped and stood there for a moment. Mercury frowned as he gasped and stumbled back a little, as though some great and concerning revelation had overwhelmed him. “...Vandrad?” she asked him cautiously. He didn’t reply. Indeed, she wasn’t even sure that he heard her. She was starting to lower her guard a little when he suddenly roared, his magic erupting from his body and causing her to quickly snap right back into defensive mode as the force of it shoved her a couple steps away. Mercury growled, gritting her teeth and refusing to be so easily overpowered as she forced her way back forward, gun steady on her target despite the fact that he was clearly having some kind of internal battle. Was he trying to wrest control back to his true self?

    His empowered form shifted to blue, the same form that he’d pushed himself to the day she’d gotten hurt and he discovered the truth about who she was. Mercury hadn’t seen the form since then, and wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it now. In a snap, his rage was quelled and his aura relaxed. He still bore the strange mark on his forehead, and the odd shadows around his eyes, but the eyes themselves were… more focused. Still, she held her stance, unwilling to stand down or hesitate without some kind of concrete proof that he had managed to sort himself out. And luckily, he provided that for her fairly quickly, looking up at her and meeting her gaze for a brief moment that was somehow both tense and tender, until he slowly reached up and set a hand on her shoulder.

    He sighed in relief, expressing his desire for reassurance that he wasn’t in some kind of dream. Before she could even say anything, he sobered back up, knowing there was still work to be done. The prince admitted understanding she was angry and granting that she’d have time later to get her verbal shots in, but the more important thing was that they needed to help Ruzatz. No matter what, even with the ritual one percent away from failing, they weren’t going to stop. And oddly, it seemed to be hovering at ninety-nine percent. She considered Vandrad briefly before lowering her gun and giving him an impish smirk. “Please, don’t insult me. I am perfectly capable of multitasking. I can give you shit and help fight at the same time.”

    With that, they jumped back into the fray, this time a fully cohesive unit of three to Mythal’s one. Or well, two if you counted the goddess trying to take him over. They sided up by Ruzatz, Vandrad thanking him for his assistance in helping the prince overcome the rage and gain control, however he’d managed to do that. Still looking as cheeky as ever, the demon classily brushed it off before returning to the situation at hand, reiterating Mercury’s update on the ritual and remarking that they were about to lose. Vandrad insisted it wasn’t over yet, and he had no intentions on giving up.

    Ruzatz flirted with the prince over his commanding nature, turning to Mercury with a grin and voicing his understanding on why she let him be all bossy. Mercury grinned back. “Oh yeah, Vandaddy gets me all sorts of worked up when he’s like this. Why do you think I pick on him so much? Anyway, I think Gren and Serilda are still holding her back,” Mercury added. “The ritual may be at ninety nine but at the rate it was going it should have hit one hundred already. It’s stuck. Whatever they’re doing in there may be a final stand but it’s still buying us time and giving us a chance.”

    Conversation wrapped up, they launched forward once more to engage Mythal in battle. Mercury and Vandrad were already quite adept at working around one another wordlessly, and Ruzatz was impressively quick on the uptake, so it was almost scary how easily the two of them fell into a seamless pattern of working around one another without getting in each other’s ways, finding ways to get in shots and strikes without putting the others in danger or getting held up. Everything was going surprisingly decent, with the ritual percentages still hovering at the hair raising number, when suddenly a streak of light raced in toward their location and buried itself into the suddenly illuminated lacrima on Mythal’s chest. Mercury knew without a doubt it had been Lux. She could sense the Seal rather easily given her own propensity for light, and it seemed he felt as though he was needed for the internal battle. Whether that was a good sign or a bad one was anyone’s guess, all they could do was keep up until something changed.

    And it did change, almost immediately. Mythal lurched backward, dropping his weapon. It was the perfect opening and Mercury moved to open up a rain of blaster fire, but stopped when Vandrad silently called her off. They watched as Mythal attempted to pry the lacrima from his chest, only for it to fully sink below the surface even as they watched. Mercury could only watch dumbly, not entirely sure what to make of it. Had they won? Did they somehow manage to beat Faera, despite how close she had gotten? Even his eyes seemed to shift, no longer green but a violet hue that still wasn’t normal but not necessarily alarming.

    But after a brief roar, one eye returned to emerald, the goddess within throwing out a hail mary that was sure to be more dangerous than anything she’d tried so far -- as were all such actions on the parts of defeated foes. He disappeared and materialized up in the sky above their heads, the goddess screaming at the top of her lungs that they would all pay with their lives for interfering with her plans. The sky split in a way that never should have been possible, Mercury gulping at the sight as she quickly had to come to terms with trying to comprehend an alternate plane of existence that existed outside of the material world. From it, two large comets managed to squeeze through the space, hurling toward the surface with a speed and size that was sure to be catastrophic.

    Mythal lost consciousness shortly after and began to fall, with Chishan snatching him out of the air. Mercury was busy trying to calculate what, if anything, they could do to deal with meteors this size only to find Vandrad calling for her as he started to fuel a heavily charged attack in his hand. It was unlike anything she’d seen him use before, but would it be enough? Apparently, not without her help. He insisted that she fuel his power with her own, stating that together their strength would be enough. Not wasting any time to think about it, she slapped Mercy into its holster and took a braced stance, her hands stretched toward his as a prismatic rune hovered before them. The colorful beam of light burst from the rune in a steady stream as she funnelled every last drop of magic that she’d been reserving into his attack, knowing it was do or die. Thankfully, all things considered, she hadn’t used too much of her magic during the battle up until this point, and given how much damage she could deal out when she really wanted to, she knew that if anyone would be able to help him get the kind of destructive force that was needed for this, it would be herself.

    It was a great deal of energy, even for the energy monarch himself. He visibly winced in effort to keep the blast contained long enough to fire it, and when it loosed into the sky it was quite the brilliant display. It streaked up to the spot between both comets before detonating with all the force of a nuclear bomb, the blindingly bright blast swallowing up both comets, obliterating everything so completely that not even any dust remained to fall back down to the earth. All that remained by the time to chaotic force died down was a smoky cloud in the sky.

    And then, it was quiet.

    Vandrad took a knee with a soft smile, the empowerment and the enraged form disappearing. Mercury gulped and stumbled a little where she stood, more overcome by emotional weariness than anything else. Her body was shaking heavily, though she was still too much in shock to even put thought to the millions of emotions racing through her body and brain in that moment. Chishan returned with Mythal, who was still unconscious but finally looking like himself again. The master nodded at the pair of Titans, even as the rest of the ritual group stirred somewhere back behind the barrier.

    The demon lord approached Vandrad and clapped him friendly on the shoulder, complimenting how attractive the prince was when he was angry. Despite her shaken state, Mercury was already laughing tiredly before Vandrad even commented that he had received such commentary before, casting a poignant glance at herself. She merely grinned like the pest she was at the two men. The prince gave her a thumbs up, and she casually flipped him the bird in response. “Yeah yeah, revel in it while it lasts. You’re still in trouble, killer. Don’t think I’m gonna let you forget about it.” Smirking, she winked at him playfully, unable to find it in herself to be angry anymore, not when they’d just cheated death by incalculable odds.

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    Post by Serilda Sinclair on 19th October 2020, 7:11 pm

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    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    Victoria had no intentions on leaving Gren behind to die. For one, Serilda would never have let her hear the end of it, and neither would Mythal. Considering that both mortals were now quite immortal, that was a length of bickering and conflict that the Seal simply didn’t feel like dealing with. But even then, she knew that she could not abandon the fight against Faera, especially now with the goddess so close to her goal. The fate of the entire world of light depended on this final stand, and Victoria had a reputation to keep. Fleeing for her life was not acceptable. The only defeat she would ever accept would be in death. But even then, in the short time she’d spent in Gren’s head, she rather liked the man, for all that he was mortal. He certainly had a warrior’s spirit. He had been preparing for this fight for years, and while Faera had mostly toyed with him the entire time, he had still taken more than any other average mortal could. He might have been a worthy vessel in another life.

    However, while the Seal did not plan on leaving Gren stranded, she did still know that beating Faera was more important than anything else, and Victoria was now the only one in the position to ensure their victory. She couldn’t protect the older man and yank Mythal out in the open at the same time, so she could do little to stop Gren from throwing himself in the way of Faera’s strike. The goddess had been shaken at Victoria’s appearance, practically shrieking in confusion and shock as Victoria collected the fragments of Mythal’s consciousness and shot it at the memory of his younger self. Faera tried to obliterate the body, but Gren got in her way, taking the full brunt of the strike. The goddess screamed her fury and unleashed hundreds more such strikes, all but one of which was completely nullified by Gren’s magic.

    The final vine streaked toward Mythal’s father with intent to kill, but it was too late. Victoria’s work had already been accomplished, and the younger version of the director rushed past them all to snatch it, the vine piercing his hand and dripping blood, though Mythal was so infuriated he probably didn’t even feel it. His body began to glow with a light that Victoria more than recognized. She grinned. Against just herself and Gren, Faera certainly still had an edge. Against the two of them as well as Mythal and Lux? The goddess was about to be in quite the pickle. She tried to stop Victoria’s brother before he could reach his host, but wasn’t nearly quick enough for the speed of light. Lux and Mythal merged and the result was an explosion of illumination that drowned out the darkness and broke down the walls that kept the whole group separated.

    Unfortunately, the site that lay before them was one that gave even Victoria chills. Hugo had shifted into his angelic form and had Serilda pinned beneath him. Her garment had been torn in several places, and he was clearly attempting to violate her. Serilda was strong, but her strength lied in her resilience and stamina, not brute physical power, and somehow Hugo had managed to overcome the woman’s Voidwalking to get his hands on her. Serilda was struggling to get free to no avail, and for the first time in a long time Victoria was stuck between the choices of the right thing to do. Did she help Serilda, or press the advantage against Faera?

    Thankfully, Mythal had things underhand. He took one look in the direction of his fiance and her former husband and ripped the moon out of the memory’s sky. It lit with an intense beam of light that seared the archangel’s back and stopped him in his tracks. Hugo roared in agony and shock, his concentration slipping enough to give Serilda a chance to get free. The Voidwalker dropped down into the ground and reappeared standing on the ground before where Hugo was writhing. She had tears running down her cheeks and wrath etched into her face. “SPEARS OF FIORE!” she bellowed, raising both hands to the sky. A golden rune materialized beneath her feet, the symbol of the Rune Knights in its center. In the air, a mass of golden colored spears appeared by the thousands, covering a range that would easily hit both Hugo and Faera, though her focus was more on the former at that time. There were so many spears it all but blotted out the sky.

    Serilda brought her hands down with a feral scream and the weapons rained down upon her targets. Hugo was still in so much pain from the moon beam that he didn’t have the concentration to try and protect himself very well, only getting enough defenses up to ensure he wasn’t fatally impaled, but he still was pierced over and over several times by the shining weapons.

    The second Mythal had unleashed his attack on Hugo and given Serilda a chance to free herself and take charge, Victoria breathed a quick sigh of relief and set her sights back on Faera. It was now or never. Rushing the goddess with her poleaxe pulled back and ready, Victoria charged Faera, ready to decapitate her shaken foe while she was distracted with the sudden turn of the tides and with a hail of righteous spears. She was almost upon the woman when cracks appeared within Mythal’s psyche, creating a violent suctioning effect that ripped Hugo and Faera toward itself, to pull them out. Victoria leaped to cover the last bit of distance, hoping to slide the goddess’ head off before it was too late…

    And then she found herself skidding to a halt in a graveyard, her axe cutting through the air without hitting anything, yet still unleashing a shock wave of power so great that it easily cut through several hundred meters of trees. Or at least, ones that hadn’t already been cut down. “NO!” she cried, fury filling her veins at the knowledge that she had been so close, but Faera had still managed to get away. Sensing other magic, the old hag spun on her heels to look up at the sky where two large meteors were descending down to Earth. Everyone they had left behind in the mortal realm was looking the same direction. However, it was Vandrad and Mercury that were working on a last minute defense together with a unison raid, Vandrad conjuring a violent sphere of energy into his hands which Mercury was feeding with her own magic. Apparently the cunning little vixen was more than just a holder mage after all.

    Victoria watched calmly as the comets descended, unhappy about the possibility of losing Serilda but knowing that, at least with herself and Lux, this would hardly be the end. For the two Seals, they would simply return to dormancy for a time until their next hosts were born. However, the curious pair had crafted quite the substantial attack. Even from so far away, Victoria could feel the brimming power within the prince’s hand, impressed that he could even wield it. Vandrad shot the blast skyward where it exploded between the two comets and completely evaporated them, leaving only harmless flakes of space dust in the form of a dark cloud to trickle back to Earth from the sky.

    The Seal breathed in a deep sigh, still visibly irritated from not getting to kill Faera in time but reminding herself that the mission had still been successful. They had gotten what they’d come to do, that much was clear, though it obviously had involved a bit more work on the outside front. She was sure they would get answers for that soon enough, just as she was sure that everyone was going to have quite a number of questions about who in the hell she was once everyone had a chance to take a breath and settle down. A wave of calm washed over her, the anger replaced by her normal stoic expression as she carefully stepped back up to the odd shield where Gren and Serilda were, as well as the others that had taken part in the ritual.

    Serilda herself had practically shot up where she had been laying with an enraged cry, her icy gaze searching to catch up to the sudden change in setting. Before she could sit up too far, Wanda was over her, calmly advising them to stay low and take cover as they were in immediate danger. The princess had watched in a mixture of awe and horror as the meteors dropped down from the sky, only for Vandrad and Mercury to obliterate them before it could kill them all. Her mind and blood were racing, still adrenalized from the fight and the trauma.

    Agatha was already rushing over to them, so hurried that she practically tripped as she fell to her knees in the dirt beside Gren and held her hands over him. Pure white light shot from her fingertips and soaked the entire length of the man’s body as his wounds began to heal themselves before their eyes. The white witch had been eyeing the bodies during the entire ritual, keeping an eye on them, and had seen Gren's body take on more and more life threatening damage. So, she had been ready the second their own ritual was over to throw herself at the man’s side and make sure his life was spared, pouring enough energy into him to at least make sure he would survive, even if it wouldn’t necessarily take away all the pain. She had spent a great deal of energy in the ritual itself, and while she had more to give she needed to make sure she conserved enough to help everyone who needed it.

    But it was Serilda that Agatha was watching even as she healed Gren. The noblewoman had taken a look around to see where everyone was and turned to register that Gren was being helped before breaking down into a deep sob in front of everyone. Serilda’s top had been torn open, leaving her mostly exposed though she did her best to shakily pull the garment around her chest self consciously. The Voidwalker didn’t appear to have taken much damage on the surface, as her body sported only a few cuts and bruises, but Agatha knew better. She could sense Serilda’s pain on an emotional level, the type of hurt and trauma that could only speak to a very specific type of assault. It was only evidenced more in the way that Serilda laid back down and practically curled up into a trembling ball, bringing her knees up slightly to her chest and trying to cover herself in her skirts and tattered cloak.

    “Ruzatz..!” Agatha called out to her husband, her tone rife with urgency as tears began to spill from her own eyes. The Hand wanted nothing more than to go comfort Serilda as she clearly needed, but she couldn’t leave Gren until she knew he had received enough healing to skirt death.

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    Post by Mythal Ragnos on 19th October 2020, 8:20 pm

    LIGHT
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    Faera had left everyone a farewell present, one that almost guaranteed to wipe them all out. She had left Mythal and it had only been at the Prime Sin’s intervention that the unconscious Darkness Slayer hadn’t suffered any injuries. But that meant very little against the overwhelming comets that now swiftly fell out from the sky, treasures from Kingdom Darkness that brought only destruction. Even as the magic left their hands and left the ritual group standing there holding hands for no reason, it seemed no one had the tenacity to move as they started up at the looming objects. Well… no one but apparently Wanda. The decapitated woman had, somehow during the entirety of the battle, managed to crawl over to where her head had dropped and pulled it back on. She couldn’t get up immediately, as doing so would have dropped it right off her neck once more. She had to wait for the healing process to begin. And what timing -- as she realized she was healed enough to move, she sensed the full assimilation of the lacrima without Mythal’s body. Quickly getting to her feet, she moved over to Gren and Serilda and pulled them out from the man’s psyche.

    The former Knight looked beaten to all hell, gasping in a mixture of shock and pain as his eyes flew open. Serilda was practically off the table, tears freshly caking her cheeks as she looked around in traumatized fear. Their eyes were drawn upwards as well but their own realization of the end was shorter than the rest. The combination of Mercury and Vandrad sent forth a counter response to Faera’s anger and it’s declaration was far stronger, wiping away the comets in one massive explosion that swallowed up every last trace. And then just as quickly as it had come, it was gone -- vaporized and leaving only a looming plume of smoke hanging over head. They had survived, somehow. But that didn’t mean that it was the end. There was no pretty bow to easily wrap everything up. Damages had been received and it was time to heal those that had put their lives on the line.

    Gren was certainly the worst of the pair -- strike that, trio. All the eyes of the ritual group seemed to settle on the old woman who had materialized into existence and screamed at the top of her lungs, releasing an attack that had done nearly as much damage as the full scale battle that had come to an end. She had a regal sense about her, not unlike Serilda but perhaps with a bit more self-importance. Zifu and Chishan stared her down as Agatha rushed over to heal Gren, stitching his wounds back up as best she could. “Ah Agatha, yer a lifesaver,” he muttered softly, giving her a weak but warm smile as he lay there and let her magic work on him. Already he felt the wounds starting to heal and his aches to settle into dull, forgotten throbs. But even his gaze turned towards Serilda, who was weeping heavily and pulling at her clothes to try and cover as much of herself up as possible. The poor woman had been left at the mercy of Hugo and, while that seemed like a decent strategy, it was clear that they had missed something. Her former husband had nearly had his way with her.

    Ruzatz, still cradling Mythal, heard his wife’s cry, her voice rife with pained emotion. He glanced over at Vandrad and Mercury briefly before he picked up Mythal and practically leapt from his spot back into the cemetery, rushing to the three beds. His eyes only had to briefly look at Agatha to understand where her concern was. The Voidwalker was in shambles, her clothes a wreck and her emotional turmoil far worse than what he’d felt from her before. He looked over at Wanda, the closest of the Order, and gestured to her as he gently laid down Mythal on the table beside Serilda. “Your coat please,” he said, gesturing to her cloak.

    Doctor Wanda blinked, clearly trying to process what he was getting at. But it was only a moment before she nodded and pulled the jacket off, swinging it around over her head and passing it to Ruzatz. The Prime Sin took it knelt down beside Serilda, gently draping the cape over her. He wasn’t sure what had happened to elicit such a breakdown but the least he could do for now was help her cover herself up, giving her the decency she deserved. He reached out gently and put a hand on her shoulder, dropping his head softly as the Voidwalker’s emotions washed over him. She was devastated.

    “Who is this woman?” Zifu demanded, her voice sharp and shaky. The turmoil of the situation hadn’t quite settled in her and it was clear in her wavering voice that being so close to oblivion had shaken her. Her face was stoic to a point but small twitches in her lips and eyes betrayed just how truly scared she had been and, to a point, still was.

    “She is Victoria, the Seal of Conquest,” Doctor Wanda said softly, her eyes glued to Serilda. She was studying the woman softly, as if trying to understand the emotions that were overwhelming her and causing her to breakdown. She only briefly looked away to meet Victoria’s gaze, giving her a matter-of-factually look. “Correct?”

    It was quite clear that Zifu had a whole lot of thoughts and words to express about that, her agitation wiping over her fear from before. But before she could have her moment, it was the former Rune Knight that spoke up. “Your highness, I say this with no disrespect but… can we not right now? This isn’t the time or the place.” Gren had sensed the rise in anger in the queen and rather than sit back like he usually did, he opted to speak up, even though he knew Chishan was only a second behind him.

    A deep sigh rumbled out of the woman’s mouth but she apparently chose to be amenable, crossing her arms and closing her eyes. What had given her pause once more seemed to be lacking definition but there was a brief moment she had looked to Serilda and her sharper emotions stilled. “I shall prepare a teleportation spell to take us back,” she said softly, curling her hands around one another and starting to weave her magic together.

    There didn’t really seem much to say or do, at least until they got back into the Order’s base. The group remained quiet, as Monica walked over slowly to kneel by Agatha’s side and let her hand drop idly onto the woman’s back, gently brushing fingers over her wife. But what Serilda would feel is the slightest of movements from her side and then a hand reaching for her, finding her fingers and wrapping around them carefully. “Seri?” Mythal suddenly spoke up, his eyes fluttering open and his voice raw and hoarse. He managed to look over at his fiance, wrapped up and weeping openly. Summoning up whatever strength he had, he managed to roll himself over and wrap an arm around her, pulling her in close to him so that he could hold her body to his.

    Once Vandrad and Mercury returned to the cemetery, it was only a few moments after that that Zifu teleported them once more, only this time it wasn’t back to the base they had been at. Instead it was a manor of some sort, the group appearing within the bare living area. There was no furniture in the downstairs area that they occupied but the building itself seemed to be in peak condition. Lanterns on the wall sparked to life as they all came into existence, illuminating the living area and the rest of the home beyond. “This is another one of our bases, more meant for keeping heads down than anything else. There’s some beds upstairs if we want to move the injured and recovering onto something a bit more comfortable than stone beds. Kitchen is stocked with food and water too. Doctor Wanda is available for healing too if anyone else needs it…”

    "Okay but how is she alive? We all watched Mythal chop her head off like a chicken gettin’ prepped for dinner,” Monica finally spoke up, her voice soft but seeking.

    “Wanda has her ways of surviving. If she chooses to disclose anything beyond that, that’s up to her. But I won’t speak for her,” Chishan said softly, looking to the doctor.

    She looked around the room slowly before she cleared her throat. “I will set up a small medical area in the other room.” That was it; with that, she slowly turned and walked out of the room, her steps brisk and hurried. It seemed she wasn’t of the mind to share whatever secrets that had been hinted at. Or perhaps she figured that the time for those questions wasn’t now. There was enough pain in the room; they didn’t need to add confusion and anger on top of it.




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