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Challenge: SinfulSoul

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Tue Dec 19, 2006 4:32 pm

A single thin cut through the fabric of reality made it's incision in the depths of hell itself. It ripped a length of 6 feet to the ground before tearing apart and widening the slit. Through this portal could be seen the tranquility of nature and a waterfall from the center of the Amazon. This view was quickly obstructed as a figure dressed in his usual black attire ventured through this rip. As soon as his body passed through into the red deserted plains of hell, the incision was instantly sealed and stability restored between the two realms.

Now stood the dark cloaked man in a huge expanse of sand tainted red from the blood of warriors and cowards alike. It looked like a dried river basin with stacks of reddish mountains surrounding the huge deserted center. Heat scorched the plains from the pools and streams of lava far to the west. This was now his homeland on which he thrived.

The man slid back the hood that concealed his elegant Draken structure. In this land he did not feel the need to conceal himself. The crimson stands that streaked through his long black hair matched the deserted wasteland around him. A glint of silver shined in defiance of the molten light from within his cloak. The fashioned weapons that he died by were still on him. Such weapons seemed pointless here where the demonic energy was at its greatest. Even at this distance from the mansion, he could feel the Draken power source siphoning power into his very core. A wind blew from the far east where the Draken mansion stands perched atop a mountain of its own. Within that mansion awaited his greatest passion and desire, Aries Lunae. However, within that mansion also housed his most hated tormentor, the self proclaimed Blood Queen herself. By now he would have been driven to slaughter such a pompous wench, despite her great power, if only she was not the mother of his beloved Aries Lunae.

And therein lay his dilemma. He sought sanctuary to escape the torment of that overbearing pitiful Draken, but venturing into Earth for too long made him grow weak. His time away from Aries ate at him with ever growing desire. He sought for something to divert his thoughts, to clear his mind. And so he persisted in finding solitude to which he could ease his mind wrought and distorted by so many tragedies.

He slid his blade out from its sheath into his right hand and reversed the grip so that the blade pointed to the ground. He then thrust the blade into the sand until he felt it hit the compacted soil underneath. Once the blade was sturdily pressed into the ground, he sat in front of it and rested his back against the left flat side. His right knee was raised holding his right forearm up. On his forearm he rested his forehead. His head hung forward enshrouded by his long black and red hair and for this shade he was thankful.


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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Vffekt on Tue Dec 19, 2006 5:33 pm

In front of the proud Draken flickered a flame on the surface of the sand. A small flame that sprouted like a bud from seemingly nowhere at all. Spreading left and right across the soft soil, but staying low, the flame grew darker in hue, as if fueled by something. The mansion on it’s mountaintop was hidden from view as the flames spewed upward and revealed to him a portal.

Dark colors twisted into blackness at it’s center. A disc of a portal, not a tear but a true gateway, stood between him and his home and drew in the sand before it as if it bore it’s very own gravity. As Amadeus would approach, the pull from this nexus would grow stronger, drawing him inward. The energies of Hell itself were tugged into it, draining those nearby that would rely on it.

A voice revealed itself, though quietly in the silence of the area. “Amadeus…� It was smooth, it was fierce, and it was certainly of human origin. The portal was powerful, resisting the chaotic energies of the area that sought to crush the gap in it’s fibers. Around it floated glowing red runes that lit whenever the Hellish dimension applied force to destroy this gate. “Do you dare to defy your fate? Do you wish to become strong?� The voice laughed, mockingly. It was mocking the proud Draken.

The sand that was drawn in vanished entirely from this world, into Earth itself. Demons any less powerful than Draken were torn apart between this world and the Human one, due to the nature of this pathway. Even the Draken, upon entering, would feel knives pressed to every inch of his body, before being drawn away to allow him footing on the Earth Realm. The living realm, as some called it, though many beings lived on other realms.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Wed Dec 20, 2006 6:09 am

His chaotic mind was interrupted with the presence of something new. A new glimmer of light caught the attention of his reddish black eyes. He raised his head ever so slightly to view the disturbance, only to find a peculiar little flame. When it suddenly expanded and grew hotter, he shot to his feet immediately suspecting some kind of foul play. His right hand rested on the hilt of the sword still embedded into the ground.

Then the flames grew larger and from them sprouted a gateway surrounded in runes that glowed a deep red. As the gateway opened he could immediately feel the energies around him being sucked into its abyss. Amadeus immediately firmed his grip around the hilt of the sword embedded in the ground when he heard the voice daring to imply that he was not yet strong. It sounded human; a pathetic human implied he was not strong? Even then he could feel the sword slowly being tugged toward the gate. He yanked the sword out of the ground and held it tightly in his hand to prevent it from slipping.

"Show yourself and fight me!"
He planned on making the first move, and so he charged forward towards the gate and swung for its outer barriers with his sword. As he came within inches of the nexus, the sword was nearly ripped from his hand as the pull became immense. Despite the force, his grip was so firm on the sword that as the blade was pulled into the gate, the rest of his body followed.

As he fell through the gateway he felt the sharp pains of what felt like knives cutting at him, trying to slice him apart piece by piece. He felt some strange energy trying to rip his insides apart in all directions at once. It took nearly all his might to hold his body together, but he managed to engulf his body in his own Draken energy to provide a counterforce. His whole body tensed and his grip on the hilt of his blade grew even tighter. Had his sword been made of anything of lesser quality, it would have been ripped to pieces too. It seemed like he spent an eternity traveling through the gateway, but eventually he was flung into the Earth realm. He fell on his back onto a patch of sand. He landed harshly on the thin sand, but that pain was welcomed compared to what he had just experienced. He raised his body into a sitting position while waiting for his vision to clear the blur of his surroundings.

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The hellish world was sealed behind the man almost immediately, the void entirely destroyed, and the sand beneath him stirred with the dark energies of the world from which it had been stolen. Runes still lit, still floating for moments later, faded to wisps altogether, drifting to the winds. The air around the Draken was clean and smooth, familiar but lacking the harsh and rough taste of Hell’s winds.

A great Inferno Drake struck the ground with all four talons at once, it’s claws sinking deeply into the soft soil of this open grassland. It’s tongue wriggled needlessly, massive head turning and revealing the golden eye to it’s foe. Behind this winged beast tread six more of them, each of them bigger than the one studying Amadeus and each of them with different eye coloration. As they loitered, between them could be seen the form of a human in a black coat.

The man was staring at the Draken with interest, though he made no motion to move towards him. The Inferno currently gazing at Amadeus was obviously the smallest, though easily a behemoth himself. His claws dug at the earth eagerly, but he made no motion to attack the Draken without orders. It’s scales were surrounded by a thin steam, as all water in the air nearby it would be eradicated, broken down to it’s base molecules in the heat.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Wed Dec 20, 2006 4:54 pm

When his vision finally cleared he was greeted with the ugly site of a Drake, and many more roamed behind it. As soon as he saw the Drake, he dug the tip of his blade into the ground for leverage and pushed himself on to his feet. As he stared back at that golden eye in defiance he expected some kind of attack. It was only when he was sure there was no aggression did he venture to look at his surroundings. He saw grasslands and the scent of nature caught his nose. That was a comforting feeling in this torrent of confusion, but he knew his time was growing short. In the Earth realm the demon within him raged for control, since he was no longer aided by the energy flow in hell and away from Aries' support, he was forced to suppress the fiend on his own - a feat that would only last so long as he had the Draken power left within him to do it.

His thoughts were interrupted when his eyes found a man dressed in black similar to himself. It was obvious this man was the one who sent him here. After briefly looking the human over, he cursed under his breath for letting himself be ambushed by an inferior species. He ripped the sword from the ground yet again and raised it in front of him in one hand. His eyes shifted back and forth between the man and the Drake, unsure of which to attack first. There was no way he was going to allow a mere human to put him through pain and get away with it. Then he noticed something peculiar.

It was at this point he realized that each of the beasts had different eye colors. Based off of the steam rising around the Golden Eyed Drake ahead of him, he surmised that this one was based around fire. Fortunately for him, fire was something he knew a bit about. He wasn't going to take any chances though, and so his left hand slid behind his back with palm open. In his left palm he began to form a fire core to embed in his body for temporary minor protection against heat and flame. As he compacted energy into a golden sphere hovering above his palm, he sought to buy some time. Instead of making an attack just yet, he would simply stand there with his blade raised, contemplating the situation. All the meanwhile he prepared the core to infuse into his body.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Vffekt on Wed Dec 20, 2006 8:09 pm


As the man prepared his ball of flame, the sands behind and beneath him stirred more eerily. The energies of Hell that had fed his power to contain the demon had traveled with him. It had taken root in the only soil of Hell at present, and it was slowly fading, but it would surely feed Amadeus’ needs for the moment.

Amongst the other drakes, each of them restless, the human lifted from the ground. Free from gravity as two ebon wings emerged from his back fluidly. Blood dripped from their ends lightly, as it came from the wounds they’d made. This human, smelling of human, and looking human, had an entirely unique aura. A black hole of energy, drawing in powerfully the energies around him without even trying. The air itself stirred, pushing towards him subtly, creating a wind that would push at the Draken’s rear.

His voice came out, clear and proud, “Oh, Mighty Draken, Lord Amadeus Draken. I am quite fortunate to have found myself in your company.� His grin was wicked, taunting, but his voice seemed sincere. “I humbly request the acquisition of your superb abilities. I have gone far and wide in search of beings of your caliber, and without a doubt I am not disappointed. Your level of strength is rather impressive, so you may have what it takes to begin the journey towards my realm of power.�

His eyes narrowed slightly, and from each droplet of his blood rose a four-foot demon. None of them carried flesh, not anything that would be called a solid surface. Living shadows, with claws that hung like Gorillas fists and eyes that glowed a dim red. The man whom wore black flapped those powerful wings, and remained hovering, “I hope you are ready to die, Draken, it will be likely so, if you choose to accept this challenge.�

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Thu Dec 21, 2006 3:58 am

The added hellish energy that surrounded him where he stood added fuel to his power and accelerated his ability to create the flame core. Just then the human before him rose from the ground and sprouted wings that reminded him of those that his inner demon bore.

However he had more important things to think about. The Drake still lingered there, its heat radiating all around it. Once the flame core was complete, he flexed his left palm behind him to release the core and send it flying into his back. Normally his body would reject concentrated energy as a defense mechanism, however due to his mastery in fire he had trained his body to recognize the protective cores he could create. The core shot into his body and traveled the few inches into his body, so much so that a mild bulge could be seen through his chest. Moments later the flame core surged a golden power through all the channels of energy throughout his body. The initial pain of containing the core in his body was quickly overcome by the sudden surge protective fire energy that emitted a golden glow around his body.

Just then he felt a growing energy swirling around the hovering man ahead of him. A heavy wind pushed from behind him, but he held his feet firm on the ground to resist. Then that voice, that wretched human voice that made him cringe in disgust boomed out towards him. As the man spoke, all he could think about was how a pitiful human could act so proud. Sure it was apparent that he possessed qualities greater than most humans he had encountered before, but that did not remove the fact that he was a human. He snickered at the man's request for his powers.

"You want my powers and don't even tell me your name? Well then, I was just going to hand them over before, but now you'll have to try and rip them from my crippled body."
The next thing he saw surprised him, as he had never seen any human capable of truly mastering the abilities required to raise ghoulish figures from blood. Mixing two major forms of magic required an extensive amount of experience and power. However, fortunately for him his other two of three masteries included Blood and Dark magic. Raising hellish fiends would waste too much time and energy. It was obvious now that he would be forced to unleash his full power considering how outnumbered he was.

He proved that his sword was an extension of his body as a black flame-like power erupted out from within his right sleeve and consumed his blade in dark energy. His head, the only visible piece of flesh not concealed by his clothing, was outlined in this same kind of black energy which overlapped the golden aura around him.

"I accept your challenge and will seal your fate in the pit of lost souls with your death."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Vffekt on Thu Dec 21, 2006 3:32 pm

Then a pressure was felt against the Drake’s back, a bodily pressure as somebody was leaning on him from behind. Otherwise silent, undetectable, Vffekt had his back to the challenger. Feathers shimmering a little, as each was coated in a thin film of blood. One hand was in his hair, the other at his side lazily, and the black-winged human sighed quietly. There was no further need for conversation at this point, but something was left to be said, at least one thing.

“You are not yet ready to destroy me, but I promise to make it my goal to change that as I may.� As the Drake would turn to face him, even distance himself, Vffekt would remain behind the man without opening his eyes. Just relaxed, trying to enjoy the cool air of the grasslands, “Your first challenge is to destroy just one of my Drakes…� Still behind the Drake, no matter how the Drake might maneuver, “If you can do that, even given all of your powers, you will be allowed to continue from level to level, as I deem it so.�

Finally appearing face to face with his future foe, Vffekt grappled both of Amadeus’ wrists and threw him straight into the sky, staring up at him with furrows brows, and a swift and mighty wind buffeted the powerful Demi-Demon higher into the sky and let him fall. Vffekt’s voice came in the recesses of the Drake’s mind, “I expect much of you…�

Six of the largest Drakes, and Vffekt himself, blurred and vanished in a blast of hot wind in all directions. The final Drake stepped into place directly below the plummeting participant, it’s hot claws scorching all of which it would tread upon, leaving it’s marks with flame and heat. It’s eyes glowed steadily, awaiting the first move.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Thu Dec 21, 2006 6:06 pm

Dark energy poured out of his arm and continuously morphed his blade into dark matter, a black metallic blue shine surged across the blade in sync with each surge of power he pushed into it. Slowly the blade was extending, growing longer ever so slightly. For now he suppressed his other powers so as not to reveal his bag of tricks too early in the game. He knew the energies of hell that surrounded the location where he stood were quickly draining away. It wouldn't be long before he would have to fully tap into his own reserves, and though as large as they were, they still were not infinite.

His gaze shifted back and forth between the Drake and the winged man behind it. It became obvious that he would have to fight through the Drake to get to the man, and those disgusting inferior human words confirmed it. As he debated over how to make the attack, he was suddenly met face to face with the winged man. Before he realized what was happening, he was sent flying up into the air. As he rose, he was struck by another gust of heavy wind that launched him even higher.

As soon as he could stead himself in the air he had finally reached the peak of his height. Far below he could see the massive figure of the Drake awaiting him. He hated fighting minions, but in this situation he was left with no choice. A growl seeped from under his breath as he readied his attack. He descended down the great length, his acceleration and speed increasing with each passing second. He gripped his morphed blade with both hands and suddenly surged forth with a massive amount of energy. The blade's length increased rapidly, matching the length of the Drake's head. He used the weight of the dark matter to lead him, putting the full distance of his blade ahead of him in a horizontal manner. This blade would act both as his offense and his defense, should some form of energy or physical attack be slung at him, he would use the blade's power rip through whatever came his way and continue on his path towards the Drake. With his body perpendicular to the ground, he was able to cut through the wind resistance and close the gap between himself and the Drake with even greater speed.

His eyes glowed with a cloud of darkness as the dark energy he funneled into his blade was also quickly infecting his entire body. It took him years to fully master his dark powers under the guidance of Aries, but even then the dark plumes of magic would lace around his major channels of power while in use. It was something he had deemed necessary to allow him immediate release of dark magics, and soon he applied the concept to his other two masteries.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Vffekt on Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:18 pm


Despite the fiery protection the Drake would wear, the full plume of flame that would meet him was extremely powerful, lifting him into the air again. The Drake spread his proud wings as the spout of flame faded from the end of his noble jaws and the wings flexed as another smoldering breath was drawn.

The air seemed full of burning sulfur and brimstone after the blast of Hellish flames. The air to come was certainly superior to that warm-up exercise, and was nearly at it’s ready in a few short seconds.

The breast of the beast drew in as molten gases were expelled up at the enemy from it’s vast chambers where lungs would be held. It’s golden eyes lost their shine momentarily, as it focused it’s energies on turning this spout of flame into a more focused stream. The darkness of the man’s sword would cut through the flames as if it were truly air, but his body would be met with much resistance.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Fri Dec 22, 2006 6:17 am

He gazed below as he rocketed down towards the Drake. A powerful plume of fire and molten gas crashed into his blade from which he tried to cut through. His body was pushed back by the force of the fire and flung even higher into the air. His clothing singed, but was outlined in a golden glow. And though endured a recoil from the blow, he managed to maintained the glow to protect him from the lingering heat around him. Even as he struggled to regain control of his flight, he was calling forth the powers of fire within his body. Years of training and even more of mastery provided him with an arsenal of fire-based attacks and defenses.

As he reached the peak of his flight back up into the air, he performed a back flip to upright his body. Smoke rose from his shoulders and the back of his calves where small burn holes had developed in his clothes.

"Is that all you've got?"
Just as the words were uttered out of his mouth, he saw the Drake draw back its breath preparing for another attack. He had only a few precious seconds to prepare a defense. The fire energy that resided within him surged within his body as his reservoirs opened up. A perfect opportunity to conserve energy. Already he had begun falling back towards the ground just as the second blast of fire came hurdling towards him. He had to time it just right to be able to funnel the energy correctly and match it with his descent. He let out a big breath expelling all the air in his lungs. He waited until just less than a second before he would be struck, then began to suck in the pure fire energy from the Drake. The entire flame would be caught by this massive suction and drawn into his mouth. The energy would be directly channeled into the fire core and compacted into the small space, embedded in his body until released. The core expanded despite the compression, and the bulge in his chest grew as it filled with that massive fire. Though however powerful, his body was well capable of handling massive amounts of energy and then some.

Soon he had consumed the full stream of fire, and yet he was still falling towards the Drake. He took the remaining time he had before crashing into the Drake to prepare himself and time for his own attack. He charged the energy he had gained, combining his own with the Drake's. He waited until he had fallen within less than 30 feet of his opponent. By now his chest was bulging, he could not contain that much power for much longer and so he let it all out in a massive return fire. He thrust his head forward and exhaled a breath like no other. This flame that charged towards his opponent was considerably different though. The outside of the flame was blue and the inside was a pure white. The heat was so intense that his outer cloak (enchanted to protect him from extreme heat just as the rest of his clothes) began to tear away, instantly disintegrating. Had his body been any less enduring or trained in the arts, he too would succumb to the immense heat.

The flame was large enough to engulf the front half of the beast in it's firm grasp. The heat would sear the ground it touched, instantly bringing it to lava-hot temperatures. A gust of wind accompanied the enormous blast that would push down on all that it touched. Soon the area in which the Drake stood was a thin pool of molten ground. Fissures spread out from the area like it was a crater.

The unfortunate result for him though was that he was sent up yet again by the force of his attack. His body flung up into the air, higher than before, but this time he maintained control of his body. He gazed down below and awaited for the flames to clear to see the result of his work.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Vffekt on Fri Dec 22, 2006 2:58 pm

Snarling as he observed the Draken gathering heated energies, this Drake would now be proud of the body which he chose specifically to house the powers of heat. The blast sent down to him was of monstrous proportions, able to even destroy the Red Drake whom housed this Inferno. But Inferno Drakes were never to be defeated by their own flames.

It’s various snakelike tongues lashed out, coiling around the flames and pulling their energies right into the Drake’s belly. As it was swallowed down, the ground beneath the Inferno would melt as if the fire had in fact hit. Just as the flame would subside, a bright yet small glow could be seem in the depths of the drake’s magma-filled body. With a bark like a dog, a blast of heat made a sonic boom in the area. A dent appeared in the ground beneath this beast, it’s bark was potent enough to exert physical force.

Glaring up at the descending Draken with burning eyes, it’s wings spread mightily and the demon took to the air. Swiftly intercepting Amadeus in his fall, it’s claws were heated rock the struck at it’s foe as it passed, flying behind Amadeus into the naked sky. The close proximity to the Drake, now that it was well-fed with the heat provided by a strange Fire-based attack, would prove dangerous in itself as sparks of superheated gasses were spraying in all directions from the dragon’s hide.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Fri Dec 22, 2006 4:17 pm

He gazed down toward the Drake in anticipation. As he reached the peak of his flight once again he found his attack losing mass. And though the ground gained that molten glow, the Drake stood there as prominent as ever. It seemed he had underestimated its power for it barked in retort to his attack. The winds rushed towards him again as a wave of flame and invisible power rushed at him.

It too seemed that the two combatants were equally versed in the arts of fire, but there in lay his salvation. He still had the Dark Arts at his disposal, and if it were truly necessary, access to a variety of Blood Magics. His blade held firm in his right hand as the dark energy that laced around his inner fire energy grew larger and more dominant. His body returned to that dark outline as he prepared to greet the sonic boom head on. The blade angled behind him still as large as ever. The tip of the blade glinted in a white sparkle as he cut across in a horizontal fashion, ripping into the flame endowed sonic boom. The Dark Matter his sword was composed of did indeed carry unusual properties. As he cut across the flame and soon after the bark itself, it seemed they were consumed by the blade and ejected out the flat ends on either side. All that it touched was redirected above him and below him to soon dissipate in the air.

No sooner did he complete his defense when he realized the Drake below was there no more. An approaching heat from the front made the presence clear. The Drake had wings and he was clearly disadvantaged here. And though he was capable of flight, to do it would require releasing a lock on his inner Demon -- a risk he was not willing to take so far from home. And so he did the next best thing. In the little time he had before the Drake would collide with him, he made a vertical slice directly beneath him. The white at the tip of his blade grew brighter until finally it was released at the apex of his cut. The glowing white ball was a mixture of cloudy gray energy that plummeted to the ground at a magnificent velocity. As the white spark traveled, his blade cut through reality itself made a tear through the fabric of the world around him. His already descending body slipped through the tear. None the sooner and his head would have been the Drake's prize from that clawed attack. The tear sealed as soon as his body completed entry. Meanwhile the white spark reached the end of its journey a mere six feet from the ground from which it seemed to explode and expand into a ring. The center of this ring was the end of a wormhole enshrouded by a sea of dark energies. Through this ring the Draken's body fell, finally hitting the fine grasslands that had so far survived the battle. And just like the tear far above, once his body passed through it was no longer supported by his power and so it collapsed in on itself, distorting anything left behind.

He gazed up into the air at the massive Drake spewing heat from its body. He immediately began reciting incantations from eras long lost from abuse of power. The cursed Dark Magics he called upon now were the same that led to the destruction of many mystic civilizations who greeded for power, just as he did. The Dark energy that resided within him took physical form as his body was consumed by a black flame. His body was now a lightning rod for dark energies. The grass beneath him and around him wilted and turned gray as all life was taken by the Underworld Lords.
Black skulls tore out of his body and cackled with glee as they swirled around him under his control. The Draken flung his arms forward towards the Drake unleashing a flurry of skulls enshrouded in the same black flame that he used. He held the blade in his right hand horizontally pointing to the left with his left palm just an inch behind it. Even at that distance, the gloves on his left hand were partially distorted by the unusual properties of Dark matter. Of the many skulls that he controlled, he sent only six of the accursed to attack the Drake. They cackled in glee as they pursued their target in a Kamikaze attack. They seemed to have a mind of their own, but existed only to serve their master. They were filled with Dark energy and matter and sought their target till death do them part. The Draken controlled these skulls while he funneled more out and around him. They swirled around his body, bound by the unseen dark forces he used. He used the excess skulls as shells for protection, not yet infused with the explosive dark energies like the other six.

The Fates in hell drew their blade closer to the string that held the Drake's life in the balance.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Vffekt on Fri Dec 22, 2006 5:18 pm


Struck in the back with each exploding orb of dark energy, in the form of skulls. The energy of Death, often confused with darkness as darkness instills fear in those that have to watch their backs. This energy was harmful to anything, even the lifeless such as Inferno. Striking and breaking away his hide like chips from a hallow statue. Wings crumpled as it cried out mournfully, lava gushing from the gap in it’s back.

Dropping from the sky, it’s body became blanketed in a massive swirls of flames. From nowhere, as if tinder lit on fire and tossed to the ground, these flames wrapped him. Swirling and twisting like a tornado around the plummeting body, they rushed to strike Amadeus as the wings spread. It’s descent stopped in an instant, but the flames which so caressed it carried with the momentum and the heat of it’s body.

Striking like a massive hammer, the thick flames fueled by demonic will and power splashed down onto the Drake’s position. Enough power to perhaps break the protecting the man had, to perhaps cook him in his own flesh in a short moment. The flames without a body nor fuel would fade in seconds, though these seconds could feel like hours ticking by with horrible pain within.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Fri Dec 22, 2006 5:58 pm

Satisfaction struck him in sweet surprise as he saw the beast react in pain. His glee was quickly turned around as he saw what looked to him like a boulder of flames surrounded by a tornado of fire hurdling toward him. Indeed he needed to move as it was clear his protective measures would not save him from being cooked alive.

Before he could move he needed to relinquish the skulls he had summoned that burdened him down. A perfect opportunity to bounce the beast back up as he had endured before, and maybe provide him extra time to buffer his escape to safety. And so he funneled energy from the Underworld Lords into the twelve remaining skulls that swirled around his body ( the link still open from the incantations he had recited before ). He then launched them like before toward the soft underbelly of the beast. They plumed forward in a chaotic array, though their simultaneous impact would surely move even a being of that weight.

Regardless of whether his attack was successful, he dared not wait to see the result. Now that he was free from responsibility over the skulls, his body dropped into a blackened pool. It would seem his body had melted and fallen rapidly by the force of gravity, though the pool had a mind of its own. His buffer time was limited as he could feel, even in this state of matter, the flames drawing ever closer. Running would have never saved him from the wide arc of the flames, but using the unusual properties of dark matter he was able to compress his body into the puddle and flee at a greater speed than he could ever achieve by merely running. The pool of ever changing black metallic ooze zipped across the ground moving away from the molten ground where the Drake stood originally.

When he arrived at a safe distance away from which he could no longer feel the searing heat of the flames, he burst out of the puddle once again to survey his surroundings. As he rose his body would retain the same dark metallic look until he fully reformed. One thing was different about him though. The heat he had encountered had come closer than he had expected. All that remained of his already damaged cloak was the bottom entrails that soon crumbled apart and fell to the ground. He wore a black tank top underneath which seemed to have escaped damage due to its own fiery resilience, but his arms went unprotected. Even the protective core within his body had failed to save him from that massive searing heat. Burn scars rose from both his forearms up to their respective shoulders, some tearing so far through the flesh to reveal the red muscle beneath. Blood trickled down his arms and into the torn remains of his gloves, in some places hanging on only by a few fibers. The pain didn't strike him until he looked down to see that red ooze he felt sliding down his arm. Yet still he gritted his teeth and held his blade firm in front of him, surveying the area around him once again to see what damage had been done.

By now his body's energy returned to its normal ready state, merely a black outline with golden inner tint.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Vffekt on Fri Dec 22, 2006 6:31 pm


Staying in the air, the Drake seemed to waver, unsteady in his flight. Wings flapped, a breeze of hot air coursing through the area. It’s body was worn, molten rock dripping to the ground from it’s sides, and it’s wings were growing weaker. Twelve skulls struck the Dragon, as it was unable to keep itself suspended in the air. Struck in the face, a hole torn through a wing, the chest struck with all ten of the rest. One exploded on the surface, the next dented it’s chest. The third and fourth cracked it open. And six more shot into it’s body, breaking through to reach the hole in the other side, and exploding just before exit.

After a few moments, it dropped again, this time landing on the earth with it’s body crumbling and turning black all over. The molten rock would harden, crisp, and flake away like burnt paper. All of it’s flesh drifted away, it’s bones long past their expiration date, and nothing was left. Nothing, that is, except for a bright red crystal where the dragon’s heart had surely rested. Glowing brilliantly, the earth beneath it melted at a slow pace.

Beyond the drake, a man could be seen with an extremely odd attire. This man resembled Vffekt greatly, but the relaxed and almost sad expression on his face, coupled with the stronger jaw and the way he carried himself, made it obvious that this was not a being of evil.

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As he kicked the gem to roll towards the Draken, he would speak mildly, in a tone usually intended towards casual friends. The red hair that was cast over his eye contrasted moderately with the black hair that otherwise hung lifeless on his head. The tanned flesh was also considerably darker than his more malevolent look-alike, “Greetings to you. You did pretty well with a monster like that, but you sure took a beating for it…� He winced as he looked at some of Amadeus’ burns, “Eat that gem. You’ll thank me later.�

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Fri Dec 22, 2006 7:08 pm

He watched the Drake fall and eventually disappear. All that power faded away and leave nothing except for that gem. He was about to make his way towards the gem when he sensed another presence of massive power. Another opponent?

He gaze shifted up from the gem to another figure. It was that wretched human! ...Then again, something seemed different. The face was different and the vibes of energy he felt were far greater. Then there was the voice, so casual and clean. There wasn't that hint of evil within it. It was clear that this was someone else indeed, but friend or foe?

He let out a snarl under his breath as his wounds were made evident. Indeed he was embarrassed to have suffered such damage from a minion like that. When the gem was kicked at him, he swung his left palm up to catch it despite his wounds. A gush of blood squirted out of his left arm, but he suppressed all signs of pain. The gem heated his hand and slowly began testing the protective surface of what remained of his glove. It was obvious that this gem possessed great power within it.

And so it was without hesitation that he tossed the gem into his mouth and gulped it down whole. The lump could be seen through his neck as it passed down his throat. It seared every inch of his insides, but then again his throat had endured much greater heat before. He waited for whatever result should come of it, but meanwhile he asked the question nagging on his mind.

"Who are you?"

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Watching him swallow the gem, this man that wore clothes that were both senseless and hazardous. A torn cloak hanging from his hips. His eye was somber, but just as red as Vffekt’s. His power was vast, yet still muffled. It was not demonic, nor human, nor angelic. Though he wore the flesh of a human, there were differences. He did not carry sweat, nor the smell of his blood. Hands in fingerless gloves twitched idly as he observed the man, pausing to answer the query.

“I am a being that is unknown to you. The Lords of your Underworld have prayed to me since their order began. Many have prayed to me, but few have known my name. I am one of many, and we are threaded to the universe. I am the master of Secrets and subtle warfare.� These words came out fluidly, his eyes not focusing enough to indicate a lie. Truths of massive proportion were what he spoke, “My name is Charantanatah, although I now go by the title of West. I am here to assist you, but don’t expect much from me. I am not a partner, I am your guide. And you seek to kill my son. I will help you try.�

The lack of expression in his face was evidence that he bore Vffekt no love, nor hate, but indifference towards him as a person, “His conquest must be stopped, even if a monster such as yourself is to be the one who stops him. His ideals, though noble, are unnatural to the world. It will not be as he wishes it to be, and in his stubbornness is leading large forces against the natural way. Leading demons to fight for justice, and casting down Angels as evil. Corrupt or not, these beings have a place in the world.�

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Sat Dec 23, 2006 1:50 pm

Amadeus looked the man over as he spoke, unsure of what to make of him. He seemed human, but Amadeus did not feel the disgusting vibes that he normally felt from humans. When attempting to gauge power, he was only met with resistance from an obviously muffled truth.

West, so that was his name. And his son was who he sought for.

"I will gladly end his existence. Tell me where to find him."
He raised his arms as if ready to fight him right now. The large blade lifted to angle diagonally across his body. Yet at the same time as he raised his right arm and bent it at the elbow, another squirt of blood rushed out of his deepest wound and crashed onto the ground. No matter though, the pain is a temporary and he still had plenty of blood left within him. If worse came to worse he would make a temporary fix for the wounds himself.

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The man would laugh softly, a slow rolling chuckle that left him smoothly and stopped just as easily. His eyes roamed over the various wounds of the Draken, and he sighed, “That Inferno Drake is a tiny fraction of that man’s power. An insignificant spec. If you fight him now, you are a fool. Even with your secrets, your inner beast, he will destroy both you and your pet. He will then kill your woman, and both your families, because he believes that any beings foolish enough to square off before they’re ready have equally stupid families.� West’s words were cast with an edge to them, frustrated by the nature of a demon’s personality.

Amadeus’ wounds sunk back into his body, his heart quickened as his blood was regaining it’s normal amount. His burnt flesh felt soothed and cooled, as the wounds vanished entirely. His cloak stitched itself together over his body. West’s eyes flickered subtly, as even the extremely durable fabric was created by a thought of this man, “What you call a God is nothing but a power-gluttonous idiot. A true god can do anything that they wish, but existing without any wish but to support the universe, each in their own way. There has never been a selfish God, despite what mortals think of us. And, to us, you are all mortal.�

The air thinned, the heat fading, the grasslands remained burnt but the air was cleaned with a strong wind. The dark hair on his head didn’t even flick in the breeze, as if he lived outside this world and inside it at once. His gloved hands rub together idly, as he looks to the side, “Time runs short. You should go East. To the ruined Coliseum.�

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