It was a sunny day in the town of Villsdale in eastern Silvera. The birds were chirping, the wind blew softly and the townspeople lived in fear. Some of the houses were in ruins and a sign was hung out in front of the town hall: "Attention adventurers and mercenaries. Please help our town against the vicious monster that terrorizes it. There will be a reward of 100 gold pieces." Ea looked at the sign and slowly a grin grew on her face reveiling her razor-sharp jagged teeth. They were like the teeth of a shark with the sharpness of a katana, they were perfect for maneaters since they would sink into meat as easily as a knife in butter. Her hair was long and pink and her pupils were red like blood. By her stature, she was a bit taller than the average young woman and looked of average muscular build although she carried a hammer than no human could lift. She wore a black buckled leather vest (that means no sleeves) with a high collar (covers neck like turtleneck) secured by buckles, iron plate shoulder protection, a long beige skirt that went to a bit above her ankles, heavy iron boots and black bridal gauntlets.

Ea quickly headed back to the inn where her group was staying at and said: "Hey guys! I found a job. Kill a monster and we get 100 gold pieces!"

A low growl rumbled out of Belen's torso. The dusky-skinned southerner slapped a hand against his stomach and quietly wished that he hadn't spent his most recent pay on a new bow. Belen shrugged and leaned back in his chair. When an ogre snaps your bow in half, stabbing him in the eyes won't bring it back. Cold, hard coin is what provides at the end of the day. The problem with that, however, was that though jobs were numerous in the region, coin was not. Hells, each town he went to was littered with posts and bills requesting the extermination of some wretched little beast, or the retrieval of stolen caravan goods. Belen scowled. The fact of the matter was, next to none of the posters of these bills had the money to make risking ones life worth while.

He was still contemplating this dilemma when she returned. Belen tried his best not to flinch. A pretty young thing that hid a beast that could wipe out villages if left unchecked...that was his current, and most powerful ally. His disgust was overshadowed by his need for money, however, and Belen looked at Ea pointedly.

"So, I kill you, and get one-hundred gold?" Belen smirked and shrugged. "Not an easy task, but by no means an insurmountable one. An arrow through the chest, or an arrow through the eye, dear Heart?" he asked. Although his tone was friendly enough, he was only half-joking. He hated what Ea was, her very nature repulsed him. That thing's kind preyed specifically on humanity. The only reason Belen was half-joking was because he knew he did not stand a chance against Ea unless there was at least twenty feet between them. He'd have no trouble pinning her down despite her speed at that range. Anything closer than that, however, and his head was hers.

Belen shook himself out of such grim thoughts and nodded at Ea. "Have you met with the employer yet? Did that bill have any specifics on this monster?"

"It's always 'kill this, kill that' these days." The other female member of the party commented, her voice somewhere between disgruntled and satisfied. As long as they were getting paid, it might as well have been for fighting and killing. Really, that was the only thing keeping her sane, the fact that she could still do some of her favorite things. Of course, it lacked the same grandeur and pathos that her past battles had, but it was something. She took another large gulp of ale and sighed.

Unfortunately, to really enjoy a fight, she needed to be challenged, to be pushed to her limits; the problem with that was the lack of that. There were plenty of enemies that this body of hers couldn't handle, but she didn't feel like she was pushed to the edge. She felt like she was holding back and tried to use more power, and that usually led to her dying for no apparent reason. That was a real problem for the first several thousand years, when she just kept killing herself by accident over and over again. She had mostly gotten the hang of it by now, and she managed to draw some joy from battle by convincing herself the amount of power this body could withstand was her actual limit, but it still wasn't the same.

Even more annoyingly, the usual routes one would take to quickly gain great power, like making a contract with a demon, were closed to her because she wasn't really a mortal. Her body was the same as that of any human, but her soul was not. It was even more frustrating because her inability to access her powers was not part of the seal, which she would have found some way around eventually, but a law of nature: if the body couldn't hold the soul, it died. It would have been fine if she could free herself for any noticeable amount of time this way, but no, somehow her soul was always bound to one body or another. Her only hope was to discover a way to break the seal, but what could a mortal hope to achieve?

"How is it that I'm the one drinking, but you're the jerkface?" She posed a rhetorical question to Belen. His attitude towards Ea pissed her off. Sure, it was understandable, but did he feel compassion for cattle when he ate? Besides, Ea was a demon, so Beleth felt some sort of kinship with her. Normally, they would be no different than an average human and their deity, but due to certain circumstances, they ended up much closer, and it was hard to remain completely indifferent to people you traveled with.

It was an EVIL day, in the town of Villsdale in eastern Silvera. The birds were chirping... and so on. Chaos wasn't aware of any of that, since he was spending time in an inn, away from all the chirping. If he were outside, he might've commented on how EVIL the chirping sounded. But as he was inside, the only thing he could comment on was the EVIL taste of the beer he was drinking. He used a drinking straw made of some exotic and EVIL substance called 'bamboo' to do it, since he was wearing a horned black helmet that prevented him from drinking it directly. He always wore his EVIL, black plate armor which rendered his true, and even more EVIL, form hidden to the eyes of others.
"Killing a monster?" Chaos asked as one of his minions entered the inn and made an announcement. Wouldn't killing it be just mean? But he did need some funding for his world domination campaign, and a hundred gold pieces was not a small amount by any means. Would being mean be justified if it was for the sake of EVIL? Maybe so, but still... "Do we really have to kill it? Aren't there other ways?" Chaos tried to think of any alternatives. Not to any of his surprise -he was EVIL, after all- he came up with one almost instantly.

"How about I convince it to join you among my minions? Would that not solve the problem?" He could use some more minions, too. The ones he had now were a good start for his legion of minions. They had their faults -Most were rude, for one- but they were good minions in the end. Still, he needed more than just them. The monster might be a good addition. The word 'monster' just screamed 'EVIL'. Maybe it would even be polite.
Chaos made a small nod as he decided on this course of action. Like any incarnation of EVIL, he would try to convince the monster to join them. Just like he had convinced the minions he had with him now in this inn.

As usual Zenin was sitting in the back corner of the common room of the inn by himself, a bit away from the rest of his companions. It wasn't that he disliked them, but being what he was, he preferred the shadows, which meant he didn't much care for windows unless he was going to be entering or exiting through them. At the mention of another job he looks up, having gotten bored and started to carve into the wooden table before him with one of his daggers. Before him now on the hardwood surface was etched his current adventuring group, and off to the side were a few other figures, each with an X through them.

"All monsters die...details don't matter all that much..." Zenin says to the rest of the group as he sits back and takes out a whetstone to sharpen his dagger. "One hundred pieces...twenty each...not too bad a deal..."

In truth Zenin didn't much need money. As an rogue who favored assassin work he could easily sneak about and acquire whatever he needed at a very high discount. And of course should that fail, well, he was an assassin. There was plenty of blood on his hands already, and he was sure there would be more before his last sun sank behind the clouds. But, of course, he had no idea of knowing when that might be, given that his race didn't age after a certain point...they just died. Suddenly. Actually, he was looking forward to it a bit. After handing so many souls over to the shadow he often wondered what they were like himself.

"When do we start..?" he asks, looking around from one member of the group to the next, his cold eyes shifting from their usual dull grey to a deep red with the idea of spilling blood now on his mind.

"Oh Belen, you have such humor. Though if you say it wrong then you could be hurtful." Ea said. Then her friendly smile turned into a serious look with a look in her eyes that would feel like needles poking skin for a human. The look was a clear: "Don't talk like that about me or something might happen to you." Then the look turned back into a friendly and innocent seeming smile.

Then the was the next person who bugged her: A guy in dark plate armor who though he was evil but rather didn't seem that way to Ea. Ea then came close to him and whispered to him: "You know. If you call me a minion one more time, I will eat you alive. I would enjoy hearing your screams of agony and you would want me to end your life immediately, just so you can come back to a resurrection shrine pain free but I will just keep you alive until I find it had been long enough." That was typical of Ea, friendly in one moment, creepy and sadistic in the next. If it was one of her "friends", she would at least warn them, but if it was some bandit, she would kill without hesitation.

"Well anyways, after asking around, I found out that the monster always comes at night, wreaks havoc in town and then disappears. There was this old man who said that it was what the town deserved after being responsible for the death of a boy and girl and leaving their older sister to die in the wilderness. Maybe the older sister could be a witch who is seeking revenge against the town and has an ogre or so to attack it?" Ea said sitting down on a chair. "Well anyways we have not long until dusk and 20 gold pieces is enough to get some equip and food for a week."

"I wouldn't dream of hurting you, dear Heart." despite the literal spikes of pain in his eyes, Belen did not back down from the challenge in Ea's gaze. She was about as prideful and willful as himself, and they would eventually come in to conflict. Just not today. For the moment, Belen leaned forward in his chair and steepled his hands, eager to hear what the others had to say on the prospect of a new mission.

Suffice to say, he was disappointed. It slipped his mind at times that this was not the most orthodox group in Silvera. Another beauty, Beleth, decided to side against Belen and his jibes at Ea. Again. He did not dignify the warlock-whatever with a response. As far as he could tell in the short time that he'd known Beleth, the woman was human. She had issues controlling her power, but that was to be expected when channeling infernal energies. Stereotypical of her kind, Beleth proved an egocentric, arrogant woman with a bag of shit mysteriously in place of a soul. Belen smirked to himself. It would not be so far fetched to suspect that she sold her soul and was duped. Still, it irked him sometimes that through it all, she was his type.

Chaos and Zenin were not much better. Chaos, was another arcane magician that though stumbling around in heavy armor was a good idea for some reason. That alone was cause enough for Belen to think the man a fool, but the entire time Chaos did so, he spouted nonsense about evil. Belen swore that if the man acted on as much as he ranted about, the world would be a living hell. For now, that hell was confined to Ea's Adventurin' Partay. Zenin...Belen shrugged. He liked Zenin well enough. The man was a decent blade and a better sneak. Zenin was the closest thing to a friend he had in the party, and they barely spoke.

Belen snapped his fingers and looked back to Ea.

"Decent hypothesis, but the two events could be completely unrelated. It could be a coincidence, or some creature could be taking advantage of the timing to blame 'the ghost girl's revenge' for its own mischief." Belen looked like he was about to say more, but cut himself off. He didn't feel like starting something again with the Monster, and simply nodded and arose. Belen exited the inn and proceeded to a small shooting range that the sparce town militia practiced on. He would spend his time until the mission the only way he knew how.

Beleth buried her face in her hands as she listened to her companions exchange "pleasantries". And here she thought that maybe her interjection was uncalled for, only to hear the rest say even worse things to each other. Belen's joke was hardly funny, even if one disregarded the fact he didn't sound like he was entirely joking, but the little demon's response was a plain threat. It was sort of irritating, not as much because she didn't want to see the group fighting among themselves, but because it kind of reminded her of her younger self. Lashing out at everyone, being so full of uncontrolled hate... it was a sorry state to be in. Of course, that was only something she realized much later. All of this was still in the future for Ea, provided the girl managed to survive long enough.

"You can't convince a monster. They aren't technically capable of rational thought." Beleth told the man who called himself Chaos; the poor guy was obviously not all right in the head, but he was entertaining enough. "Although, most people tend to call everything other than themselves 'monsters'." She wondered if saying that even had a point. No, probably not, but then again, pretty much anything a mortal could do in their lifetime was pointless, as far as she was concerned. The few exceptions were... well, she couldn't think of anything off the top of her head and decided to finish her ale instead. It wasn't the best she had tasted, but at least it wasn't the worst. Besides, the taste wasn't the point; it's just that alcohol affected her human body in a way that made it easier for her to cope, making complicated thoughts disappear and mundane ones seem more important.

She sighed a bit; her group was hardly the most friendly out there. They were all pretty much total strangers who met by chance and decided to unite their efforts towards a better future for each of them. Surely enough, each of them had a reason of their own that they had yet to share; hers was the presence of Zenin. It wasn't anything idiotic like love, naturally. The young man was a doppelganger, a creature who could copy others body and soul, metaphorically speaking at least. Whether he could actually copy someone's soul was something she had yet to find out, but even if not, there was a chance her key to freedom lied with him.

"It doesn't really matter what happened, does it? We are getting paid to do a job, not find out the truth." Beleth shrugged and stretched a bit. She should just focus on the job, everything else was unnecessary. In fact, it wasn't unusual that looking too much into things would not only leave you without a reward, but also make your original employer want to shut you up. "So, are we gonna wait for it to come to us, or what?"

Zenin sat quietly, listening to the other exchange what he considered pleasantries among this particular group, as he continued to sharpen his blade. It was different with every group he'd been in since he left had left Port Grandus, on the coast of the Astral Sea, the place he had once called home. Sometimes the members of the group were like a family, other times they had been nothing more but mercenaries looking out for their own necks, not shedding a tear or uttering one word of loss when a member of the group was sent to the shadows.

So far, this group seemed to be divided somewhat. Ea and Beleth were both demonborn, well, in a way. Ea was a flesh-eater, Zenin knew that much as soon as he had seen her teeth and the attitude shifts she had at times. Beleth, while human in form, was like himself in a way. On the outside he seemed human enough, kept up the appearance of one at least, but inside he was...nothing. Did he even have a soul? No one had been able to tell him. She on the other hand, was something else, something very dangerous, he knew that much at least. He had encountered his share of demons, having crossed half a continent to get this far, and while she didn't look like one, she shared their tenancies. Those two fell into one category. Belen and himself fell into another, not just because they were men but because they were warriors, seekers of blood, and with a dark past each. Zenin hadn't learned much about the other man, but he could smell the blood on him, see the same eyes he must surely have.

And then there was the being known as Chaos. Zenin didn't know if he was human or demon, or something else, but he was...different. His heavy armor and spells clashed against one another, and he had heard others of his race use the term 'sun-touched' in reference to such a person. If he was really as evil as he claimed then the world would be a different place, and befriending monsters wouldn't be on his mind.

"Humans tell tales to shine the light on the shadows..." Zenin states as he puts the whetstone away, "If they cannot explain something, they fear it, and when they fear it, they tell themselves stories to make everything seem better..." He spoke calmly, as he always did, his blade sinking into the leather sheath, hidden at his back. "Monster...ghost...whatever creature this 'Monster' might be, I suggest we be ready..." Standing up he gives a slight bow to the others before making his way towards the door of the inn, planning on following Belen to the range to keep his blood pumping before the fight to come. "I would also like to add a saying...weather you stay in one place or move about, if are meant to fight, then a fight will find you, prepared for it or not..."

With that he strolls out the door and heads towards the range, looking around the town as he goes, checking out good locations for a surprise attack, or where he might easily blend into the shadows. Should the monster be of similar size, he could always change his form to match it in an attempt to surprise it and maybe keep it distracted long enough so as not to drag out the fight too long.

Chaos was rather surprised when Ea politely told him that she was not so fond of the word 'minion'. Well, maybe not quite so politely. Though Ea was one of his strongest new-word-not-yet-decided-s, and was usually charming, she occasionally acted very rudely. Chaos was not very happy about that, so he would have to teach her some proper etiquette some day. He'd have to be delicate, though, in order to avoid hurting her feelings. After all, she had just proven again that she was easily offended, even by such normal words as 'minion'. What would be an EVIL, non-offensive word to use instead? 'Henchman'? Or, woman, in this case. Maybe just 'henchperson', so he could use the same word for all of his minions. Or he could opt to use 'underling' instead. 'Servant'? 'Lackey'? 'Cohort'? He'd have to ask Ea's opinion later.
He turned his attention to the others after reaching what could be called a conclusion. He realized that they'd been talking while he had been immersed in his thoughts about politically correct -and EVIL- vocabulary. He didn't remember what they had said, since he hadn't paid attention, and he didn't want to inconvenience them by asking them to repeat themselves. Well, not that he could, since Belen, one of the minions, stood up and left the inn. Chaos stared after him for a moment, EVILly. Belen was, while sometimes a bit blunt, not a mean person. A good addition to Chaos's EVIL legion. Though there was a source of great bewilderment to Chaos regarding the man. He sometimes showed signs of having poor eyesight, yet he used a bow as his weapon of choice. He had never quite understood how Belen managed to hit his targets with that kind of weakness. And he didn't want to pry. All EVIL had its secrets.

Chaos shrugged -causing his armor to screech as the metal parts ground together- deciding that it did not matter what his minions had said. After all, they'd be the ones doing the work, and would know what to do. He trusted in them completely. That was the essence of EVIL. Trustworthy minions and a wise overlord. He was certain that none of his minions would disagree about him being wise.
He pulled his bamboo drinking straw out of his now empty ale mug and signaled the innkeeper for a refill. He pulled a small silver coin out of the pouch tied at his waist, so that he'd be ready to pay when the drink arrived. While waiting, he glanced towards Beleth, the other person in the group who'd been drinking ale. She was a powerful minion indeed, capable of many, many things. However, it was a sad fact that she was, by far, the least EVIL of all his minions. Well, there was a chance that Chaos might be able to teach her the true meaning of EVIL some day.
As his refill arrived, Chaos realized that he actually had heard something that Beleth had said, and remembered what it was. "I still do think that I should approach this monster first and try talking to it. Even if I fail -though I highly doubt it- I'd give you time to prepare to attack, if necessary. I really do need to make my EVIL legion greater."
As he was saying this, another of his minions left. The one called Zenin. He was a bit odd. Chaos always thought that his way of speaking was strange. Maybe he'd hit his head at some point. But that aside, he was very useful. As rude as sneaking and disguising oneself were, they were very useful abilities for a minion to have. So even though Zenin was odd, he had a place within Chaos's EVIL legions.

Chaos leaned back, drinking his ale through the straw. He had some thinking to do. Not about the monster-recruiting -he'd leave the plans to his minions- but about the important matter of what he should call the members of his legions, since Ea took offense at the use of the word 'minion'. Maybe he'd discuss it with her if she had some free time.

Ea noticed Chaos drifting off into his own thoughts and said: "Look the ever so evil Chaos is daydreaming into his egotistical dreamworld where he sees us as minions and not as equals." There was a sound of mockery in Ea's voice as she said: "...ever so evil..." Ea saw Chaos as a worthless piece of shit that was tolerated by the group. But Ea let him stay in the group as he could be used as cattle if food gets sparse.

"Hey Chaos! If you are looking for a word for me, you are to call me "fellow adventurer" or if you don't see me as an equal then call me "mistress" due to you being lucky that I hadn't eaten you yet." Ea said with a sinister tone.

There were booms in the distance as if something large was coming at them. The faint voice of a girl was to be heard. Ea took a look outside and saw a wide shadow overlooking the town wall. The monster must have been 10 or 15 meters (30 to 45 feet) tall. As it came closer, this is what Ea saw. In the distance, Ea heard "Brother, sister. (Nii-chan, Nee-chan.) in a desperate female voice. "See it have something to do with the poor girl." Ea said with a grin on her face.

Yauz jerked awake, the young mage looking around startled. "Who, what! I didn't touch anything I swear!" He half screamed aloud as he still was half asleep and a little deafened from the booms. He picked his head up from the table and looked around, the inn was near deserted except for Chaos and Beleth, where were the rest? He'd been asleep the entire time, but was vaguely aware of the door opening and closing about three times, but he just blew it off and thought it might had been just customers entering and exiting. That idea was squashed when he saw Belen and Zenin at the range out behind the inn, but that still left Ea not in attendance "Not even going to bother." He decided to himself. Yauz got up and headed towards the inn keeper and requested the strongest drink he had, he reached in and found he still had a few pieces left, but was about to run out. The innkeeper arrived with...something that he could smell from his seat at the other end of the bar. "What is it?" Yauz asked.

"Strongest stuff we have here, a mix of bamboo, tea leaves, and cocoa beans" He explained.

The mage took a long pull from the drink, instantly, everything seemed suddenly sharper, instantaneously kicking him awake. Another boom rocked the inn. He paid and dashed out the door, having to adjust his scythe to get it to fit through the frame. He was met by Ea, and a giant...thing that looked vaguely human, but to be honest, the man didn't know. "Ea? What in God's name is that thing!" He pulled the scythe off his back with ease. His hands were engulfed in a yellow light and his scythe shifted into its supportive form. He waited for Ea to make a move before he made his.

Belen would have fumbled if he'd been in a better mood. If the man had been happy, he would be oblivious, and the sudden appearance of Ea's girl-thing would have jolted Belen flat on his ass with his quiver dumping arrows across the floor. As it was, Belen was in a mood. Bow already in hand, the archer skipped back from the entrance of the inn and fell in to a kneeling position. Belen withdrew an arrow, pulling back on the draw until the red feathers brushed his cheek. As he sighted the monster down, a thought occurred: where the hell should he aim?

It would be suicide to start firing blindly, Belen assumed, if that creature was as strong as it was large. He didn't count on it being anything other than physically powerful unless its head was full of hot air. Instead, he muttered curse. "Ea...it'd be nice of you to provide some cover for me!" Belen called out to the women still inside the inn, "Not all of us have the luxury of being as strong as an ox!"

An arrow let fly as he spoke, streaking towards the thigh of the giant's left leg. If the creature had as much human anatomy as its warped form suggested, there was bound to be a major artery near the point where leg blended with head. Of course, given its massive size, it would take a lot more than one arrow to get through that flesh. Belen knocked two more arrows and fired at the same general location before darting in to a dark alcove where two buildings met. Hopefully, he thought, Ea and Beleth would grab its attention while Yauz and Chaos got to work. "Wait," Belen whispered to himself, "Where in the hells is Zenin?"

"Brother, sister!" The monster cried. Ea then got close to it: "I will take you down for the protect of my f.. uh fellow citizens!" Ea nearly said food, though could say "fellow citizens" in the last moment. The monster looked away and started kicking a house nearly demolishing it. "Hey! Don't ignore me!" Ea said and attacked. The monster turned to her and said: "Sister!" It started running towards Ea. Ea dodged it and knocked it over with her hammer but the monster immediately stood up and said: "Dont hate me sister for what I have become." Then Ea answered: "You terrorize the citizens of this town and eventually kill them. That isnt justifiable for your search for your lost siblings. As the descendent of the god of justice Matan and the death goddess Aian, you will die for your actions! The townspeople will be dealt with later!" Ea then kept on knocking it over hoping for the others to help take it down since a hammer couldnt kill a creature of this size.

Where indeed was the doppelganger clan in black with the shining, blood seeking blades? Where else, but in the shadows. It seemed that no sooner had he left the safety of the inn that he felt the ground beneath his feet tremble in the distance. Something big was approaching, or an army, but with the monster idea floating about the town, he decided on the former. Stepping away from the entrance of the inn and the others Zenin makes his way to an alley between the building and the next and clambers up onto the rooftop.

Upon reaching this height he can see the approaching creature, and right away throws out the notion of shapeshifting to distract it. Any form he took would only reach the shin of the creature at best. And so he fell to his old, reliable blades. Were he of another race he might have named them by now, that was a tradition among such races as humans and orcs he believed, but alas, the only value his kind saw was that of money and lies and blood. And in this mindset Zenin draws his daggers, turned so that the blade tips pointed towards his elbows, and waited for the giant to move closer...closer...closer....now!

Running across the roof, quick as a rat in a barn, he dashes to the edge then leaps off, landing on the shoulder of the giant shortly after Belen had let loose his arrow. From such a height the world was a different place, but that was of no account to the assassin. Taking a step back, and stabs his blades into the back of the monster and uses them to slow his decent as he slides downward, leaving behind twin trails of crimson, like some off tribal tattoo, at least until he reaches the creature's hip, where his blade leaps and he is forced to pull them free or lose them. And so he falls to the ground, tucking and rolling upon impact, ending up between Belen and Ea. Quickly he gets up into a crouch and looks from one to the other, offering only a slight nod.

Chaos stared at Ea blankly as she spoke to him. Sometimes she simply didn't make any sense. The incarnation of EVIL was about to explain to her how an EVIL overlord couldn't have equals, and definitely not a mistress, using a gentle -yet EVIL- voice, the kind you use when talking to a child, but before he got the chance to say anything, he could hear noise coming from outside. He quickly drank the rest of the ale through his valuable bamboo straw, wiped the straw clean with a piece of cloth he'd set onto the table, put it into another pouch at his waist, stood up, and headed outside to see what the commotion was about, to summarize. He didn't notice that the minion he always forgot about, Yauz, had woken up.
Not very long after he had left the inn, he spotted the cause of the noise. It was definitely not hard to do so, considering how gigantic it was. A humongous monster, one that looked particularly EVIL, was being knocked down over and over again by Ea, but was seemingly unharmed. For some reason, it reminded Chaos of himself. It would make an excellent addition to his legion.

Full of determination, Chaos walked up to the monster. "Greetings! I am Chaos, the EVIL overlord who sha-" He started giving his speech, but was interrupted by a very large foot coming at him at a high speed. A moment later, he was moving away from the monster in a magnificent arc, soaring through the sky... Or, well, he was not that high up, but his flight was certainly magnificent.
He hit the ground with a very heavy thud. He did not feel pain, of course. No true EVIL felt pain. Nor did EVIL have broken bones. Probably. Or bruises. His heavy armor, with its outer hard surface and its inner padding, had protected him from most of the damage. And since he was EVIL, the rest of the damage was definitely not something that could break bones, or anything of the like.
After a moment of lying down where he'd landed -his own choice, obviously, since EVIL is never immobilized by pain- he stood up slowly. Being as EVIL as he was, and having had things like this happen to him several times before, he'd grown used to it. After checking that he was still as EVIL as before -he was definitely not checking for broken bones- he headed back to the monster, walking a bit more slowly this time.

As he came back to the monster, he started his speech over. "Greetings, I am Chaos, the-" And he decided to fly away in a graceful arc yet again. This time, his landing happened inside the inn he'd been in earlier, managing to go straight through the roof, through the upper floor, and straight onto a table at the ground floor, breaking it, obviously. It was the same table he'd been sitting at. What an EVIL turn of events.

Beleth's question mostly went without a response from any of her party members. Zenin offered some "words of wisdom", so to speak, but she was hardly one to care for some Zen crap like that. It wasn't like he was wrong about something, but really, he was just stating the obvious using fancy words and speech patterns. It could probably impress some foolish mortals, but not someone like herself. Even if she was a demon, as in a "smash first, ask questions never" sort of person rather than a mentor of any kind, she was pretty sure she had wisdom to spare compared to the rest of her group. It was only natural, of course; even if she was stuck in the body of a mostly powerless young woman, she was still better than any mortal creature.

"Well, do whatever you want." She shrugged when Chaos insisted on expanding his non-existent legion of evil. It was kind of funny watching the man stumble around; he was somewhat incompetent, but his conviction to the cause was praiseworthy. Unfortunately, his idea of evil was further away from reality than she could ever imagine possible, and she would know. "So how are we going to go about-" Beleth began to ask after hearing some sort of ghostly moaning outside, but everyone just seemed to run or walk out on her. "Oh well." She shrugged, returning her attention to her ale. The mug was halfway empty; she smirked as it reminded her of the age old "half full half empty" argument. It actually described her outlook on life quite accurately.

It was quite noisy outside, and it didn't take a genius to figure out the reason for it. That is not to say she was stupid or anything. Deciding it would be a bad idea to let her companions take on the ghost or whatever all on their own, the young woman stood up and stretched a bit. She was just reaching for the mug on the table, intent on finishing it on her way out, when a loud crash from above distracted her. "What the f-" She said into space as Chaos came crashing down on the table. Needless to say, the table and the mug standing on it were both crushed under his weight. The ale itself was a liquid and thus escaped the same fate; unfortunately it spilled all over the woman. She glanced at the heavily armored man for a moment before slowly heading outside, all in a dead silence.

The creature that sent her "evil" teammate flying was quite different from what she imagined. It was bigger than she thought, but also not quite as monstrous, more of a sick joke than anything. She quickly assessed the situation; four of her companions were standing aside in a loose crowd, and it seemed as though they have already managed to hurt the creature a bit. Beleth hastily made her way towards them with a "laugh and I'll kill you" look, stopped next to Zenin, brushed a hand against the side of his dagger and licked the creature's blood. It tasted horrible, just as expected, but she wasn't in a mood where she cared. Following that she grabbed her own dagger and cut her own hand, making blood trickle.

"You're gonna get it now." She growled quietly and swung her hand down. The drops of her blood that separated from her hand caught on fire in mid-air, and as if in response to that, blood streamed from the wounds Zenin left on the creature earlier. Beleth felt a bit dizzy; a spell like that was at the limit of her power, and yet it would take some time to incapacitate the monster nonetheless. Still, she felt satisfied at the sight and smell of her enemy's blood, and a twisted smile adorned her face. "Distract it a bit will you." She dropped to her teammates, concentrating on the spell.

As the others fought the monster too, the monster seemed to have pain as it cried like a little girl but even though it was crying, that angered it more and it actively started to attack the adventurers. "Crap." Ea thought. She needed more power but for that she needed to devour a human. As Chaos was so useless, Ea might have him volunteer to be eaten. Anyways he could be resurrected. "Anyone up to sacrifice himself to be food for me? I need power since I haven't eaten a human for the past three days." Ea said. "I would prefer Chaos since I have been wanting to impale his face with my hand." Ea stood there and dodged the monster when she needed to.

Through the commotion of all this, Yauz found Ea's strategy to be quite comical, watching it go up and down, up in a down, up and down, it was a little mesmerizing. However, the crash of armor falling through 20 feet of would snapped him out of that. His first reaction was to rush in and help, but it was chaos, and his armor may as well be ballista proof. Instead, he turned his attention to Ea once more. "I think I can you with that." He manged to get out over the commotion. His scythe glowed a pale yellow color and culminated in a bolt shot from the tip of it, towards Ea. The bolt in question would, briefly, give her a boost in strength and stamina, something that would probably be handy right about now. He repeated the process to Belen, Beleth, and Zenin, giving them each truer aim, more energy, and more speed respectively. By now, he was tired out a little, so he enveloped himself in an aura that would restore his energy over time.

Then, his scythe switched to offensive form. The first spell was a siphon one, he personally took some of the monsters life and converted it into more energy, but it didn't look like it was affected. He rolled to the left dodging a giant fist from the monster. Yauz then cast one more chaos spell, a muscle corrosion one. The scythe glowed a sinister purple. Sadly, he needed contact with mister for this to work, so he rushed in and took a nice big piece of her back, right across the steaming wounds. However, the mage was tired now, but he pushed on. He cast a spell that would immobilize the hulking...thing. He pointed his still purple glowing scythe at the monster, uttered a few words, and acidic chains sprung forth and locked the monster in place. He knew that it could bust through them, but hey, it was was worth a shot. "Should anyone go check on chaos?" He yelled over the commotion.

Through the din and destruction the creature was causing, Belen was somehow able to make out what was going on. Very little seemed to be harming the group's target. Although it was a treat to see Ea humbled, it was becoming increasingly apparent that they were not going to take this thing down without suffering casualties unless Ea was at full strength. That did not stop Belen from grinding his teeth when Ea asked for volunteers. Who volunteers to be devoured alive? Belen muttered a curse and stepped out of cover to train on the area he had fired on before.

Belen was waving his bow around like a fool trying to keep on that one spot while his allies kept it rooted. Drilling arrows in to that particular patch of flesh was difficult enough without the beast weaving around like a drunk! The archer was about to give up and start shooting at whatever he could hit when Yauz turned the tide. When the strange mage's magic flowed over Belen, the effects were immediate. Belen focused once more on the creature where three arrows protruded from its flesh and smirked; he could make out every detail down to the texture of the thing's skin, and he found his aim as steady as a machine's.

Guided by his newly augmented sight, Belen launched three arrows in the span of five seconds, all drilling in to the same exact spot, pushing the preceding projectile deeper in to the creature's blue hide. Belen drew back to fire again when a surge of blood gushed from the deep wound he'd inflicted on the beast. With Yauz keeping it pinned for a moment, the wound was allowed to open further before the monster could retreat or regroup. In moments the street was slick with blackish-red blood. Belen grinned. "Guess there was an artery after all." as an after thought, he added, "I don't think you'll be getting any Chaos-Shanks tonight, dear Heart."

Of course, it was still a supernatural being. Losing an absurd amount of blood would definitely cripple it, but there was no guarantee that it was dead. Of course, Belen noted, the other wounds should help too. The beast was scored by a combination of Zenin's daring dagger strike and Beleth's blood magic, blistered and weakened by Yauz, and probably had some internal structure damage thanks to Ea's hammer. The sudden, massive blood loss was likely the denouement.

Belen suddenly glanced around. Chaos, he hoped, was not too rattled by his ordeal.

The monster hit by arrows and suffering from massive blood loss stumbled backward and fell over. It seemed as if the battle was won but to a surprise the wounds of the monster had healed rapidly. It then attacked Belen, eager to crush him under its massive feet. "Fuuu!" Ea shouted. "Why did it have to have rapid healing?!" Ea turned towards the others with a grin on her face, her hunger started to overcome her. "Come on! Volunteers! Don't worry. It will be quick and painful. But you will be resurrected and I am not willing to attack an innocent townsperson. I will give whoever volunteers five gold pieces." The look on Ea's face was twisted and creepy like the expression of a sinister maniac.

Belen effected an unreadable expression. It was getting up. Between the six of them, even discounting Chaos's marked lack of damage, the group had doled out enough punishment to kill most creatures, supernatural or otherwise, on the continent. Yet, as Belen deadpanned, the beast was heaving itself up with practically no effort and its flesh knitting back together all the while. Even trolls and ogres had a limit to which they could repair their wounds...

There was no time to wonder as the creature lumbered forward. Belen holstered his bow as he fell in to a sprint down the alcove he'd been using as cover for just such an occasion. The archer ducked, rolled, and leaped as he wove his way through the narrow alleys between the buildings. He thought to use the creature's size against it, but it was simply too massive. The sound of crunching glass and splintering wood told the tale: it was crushing buildings and closing ground in its ponderous pursuit. Belen loosed a series of curses that would make a convicted criminal blush as he cleared the last alley and dove back in to the street.

A cursory glance around told Belen that the beast was slowed, but still coming. Townsfolk cowered in their hovels and made futile attempts to board windows and doors as the great beast rounded another corner and entered the street as well. By that time, Belen was already halfway back to his group. The archer almost stumbled as he took a sharp turn at full speed. It took a brief moment for the scene before him to register, and even less time for him to call out to Beleth. "Woman, I'll buy you five bloody rounds of ale if you blast this freak to Kingdom Come!"

Belen barely managed to wheeze out the words as he barreled down the street, true fear gripping his heart as the creature closed within ten paces of him. Despite it's comically mutant appearance, Belen had no doubt it could mash him to paste without slowing. Hells, his heart might give out before it catches him at this rate.

Things seemed to be taking a turn for the worse now that Zenin could access the situation. Chaos was being kicked about like a child might kick a small stone down the road, and Ea, the powerhouse of the group, was doing little damage, already asking for a human sacrifice from the others. She was an odd one, a flesh eater who wouldn't take an innocent life but would gladly eat one of her friends for her cause. And then Beleth was there, running a finger over his blade and licking the foul blood which had been left behind by the creature. Hidden my his mask, he frowned a bit at this, knowing by smell alone it had to taste horrible, but her blood spell which resulted from it was a big help. Seeing that it had taken a toll on her, he reaches out and places a hand on her back to steady her before she asks them to distract it for a bit.

Nodding, Zenin stands and cracks his neck just a moment before Yauz cast his speed boosting magic. Rather than thank the mage, seeing that Belen was now the target of the beast after it had been taken down only to stand back up, the assassin slips into the shadows, appearing a few moments later on the roof once again, though this time he slips from shadow to shadow across the town, following Belen from on high. When his chance comes he leaps onto the giant as it closes in on the archer, landing on the same shoulder, but this time he digs his blades into the creatures throat, his hands a dark, bloody blur as he slashes at arteries, opens the windpipe, and does as much damage as he can before he gets sent crashing to the ground, the monster having thrown him at Ea.

The crash had done a fair deal of damage, as, after all, the doppelganger had no armor to speak of. Sitting up, coughing up some blood, he looks over at Ea and sighs before saying, "Flesheater, I could use some rest. Feast on my broken body if it will let you destroy this creature...I've no fear of the shadows, nor of pain. Go on, be quick about it!"

In his current state, Zenin was broken and useless. If he were to die and be resurrected, he would still feel the pain, but he wouldn't be useless to the group anymore. He'd have to meditate on why exactly he'd made such a choice later though.

Meanwhile, Chaos was still lying where he'd been kicked, in the midst of an innumerable amount of splinters of wood. Anyone looking would probably immediately assume that he was dead, or at least dying. He wasn't, of course. EVIL did not die. Though he was not, by any means, in top shape anymore. Even with his armor's excellent padding and the absurd resilience of his body, he hadn't exactly been just pushed down the stairs or anything. He'd been kicked twice by a huge monster and fallen down twice from who knows how high, the second time including crashing through an entire building. No one, not even an EVIL overlord like him, escaped something like that completely unscathed. If he weren't so EVIL, he'd have several broken bones all around his body, his lungs would be partially crushed, making it hard for him to breathe, and even where he didn't have broken bones, he'd be severely bruised and unable to use several of his muscles. Of course, since he was utterly EVIL, none of those things was an issue. The fact that he was still lying where he'd fallen was obviously his own choice. Whatever damage he'd taken was obviously minor. He was EVIL, after all.

Chaos closed his eyes while listening to the sounds of the somewhat one-sided fighting going on outside. His minions would be able to do the job. After all, with his great leadership, his peerless tactics and the grand inspiration he gave to his minions, there was not even the slightest chance they would lose. So he could take a moment to rest.
Moments later, he was once again in the Castle EVIL built in the Mountains of EVIL, sitting on his EVIL throne in the EVIL throne room, surrounded by EVIL minions. They were all singing the praise of their EVIL overlord, living happily under his EVIL rule. And since they were happy and EVIL, Chaos was happy and even more EVIL. Chaos wanted to bake cookies for his minions, to thank them for all the EVIL they had done. But he should first participate EVIL feast they had prepared for him before starting to make food of his own.
It was obviously not a dream. To doubt its reality would be like doubting Chaos's EVILness, and, well, that would be just plain ridiculous.

He opened his eyes after a while. The fighting was still going on outside. Chaos thought about trying to convince the monster one more time. He began to slowly, very slowly, stand up, without feeling any pain. After he'd finally gotten up to his feet, he started towards the door of the building. On the way there, however, he felt a sudden urge to sit down. It had nothing to do with how someone's knees might theoretically be in pain from being practically broken. He sat down onto a chair close to the exit, and raised his hand to signal the cowering innkeeper. "One mug of ale, please", Chaos said, pulling out another silver coin. After some hesitation, the innkeeper brought him the drink. Business was business, after all, giant monsters rampaging outside aside. Chaos pulled out his bamboo straw and began to drink while watching out the window at the battle that was still going on.

As Zenin lie there broken and useless, offering Ea his flesh, Ea stroke her hand along Zenin's cheek and said: "You did well. I will make your death as quick as possible." After a kiss on Zenin's cheek which was partially affection, partially Ea getting a taste of him, Ea struck her hand through his face into his brain killing him immediately but hopefully painlessly. He would be resurrected anyways. Ea began to feast on Zenins body like a beast and quickly finished. Ea felt the strength flow through her like revitalization. She charged at the monster with her red eyes fixated on the monster and her hammer ready to swing. She got the monster from behind and the massive strike by the hammer sent the monster flying over half the town. Before the monster could hit the ground of a plaza, Ea appeared above it striking it again with her hammer. As the monster hit the ground, a crater formed and the whole town shook. "Someone use a fire spell to incinerate it! Otherwise I will have to turn this thing into a blood cloud!" Ea shouted towards her fellow adventurers.