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Deminaught

Product of Evolution

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by spark755

Description

A being once made of a stone like substance with tremendous strength and mental capabilities, that now stands as a being made of flesh and bone. They have retained their strength and mental capabilities, but are no longer immortal. With the vanishing of Demigrem Demiarch, they returned to a more mortal form and were left to fend for themselves. Only recently have they been able to connect back to the home world those waiting for them. For now, they lurk on Ruula and Blackrock.

After the vanishing of Demigrem, a new leader has risen and they now serve under the Fireknaught. Most Deminaught are now what most consider a sergeant or a field officer.

So begins...

Deminaught's Story

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Character Portrait: Jennifer Harsdorff Character Portrait: Deminaught
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A year had passed and things had settled down since the major strike on Castelia City. The former Demiarchals, who now refer to themselves as Deminaughts, had become comfortable and quietly upheld their word. Castelia City was kept clean and crime was at the lowest point since the creation of Castelia City. The magnificent city was definitely something to marvel, and with the advancements that came with the rebuild of Castelia City, it only became even more stunning. The Deminaughts did their best to show they were sincere and only here to help.

A sub-layer beneath Castelia City had been built during the repairs to the city. This is where the Deminaught resided, keeping themselves separate from the people, slowly mixing with the Ruulans as they accepted them. Such things were fine, as the Deminaughts were here to play a military role and they knew this came with judgement. The Ruulan leaders had all been sent information of this Sub-City beneath Castelia City and were welcome at any time; but even they knew letting the people know of this would not be good. Once the Deminaughts were fully welcomed by the people, the Deminaught would reveal their home beneath the city.

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The soldier that had driven Jennifer during the dragon scene was now an officer. He had added Jennifer to his contact list and wanted the first Ruulan he met and the only one not to judge him to be at this ceremony. He wanted to show that he had paid attention to her Pokemon knowledge and that he had found one Pokemon that accepted him and what he trained it to be. He would send her this invitation, letting her know there is also cake and brownies.

This ceremony was much more than a promotion, it was also an event that went out to the Ruulan leaders to attend. The Deminaughts wanted to thank them for their hospitality on Ruula. They knew the AXIS was still present and wanting answers, but that would come later. For now, they waited for a reply to their E-Mail Invite. They could be called, but the invites were sent as a mass for time. In the mean time, the Deminaughts would continue on with their lives under the city as if there was no event in the works.

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Character Portrait: Champion Iris Character Portrait: Jennifer Harsdorff Character Portrait: Deminaught
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"Okay, first, how did you know where to find me?" Jennifer was flattered, but visibly irritated as the driver showed up in her face after all this time. "I mean, I appreciate the offer, but...wait...you're a Trainer now? That's incredible!" Sudden elation. "Oh man, you have to show me, maybe a quick battle. I've got a Krabby I caught recently, that should be a pretty good fight. Surely we can work that in before we have to leave for your big ceremony, right?"

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Character Portrait: Champion Iris Character Portrait: Jennifer Harsdorff Character Portrait: Irvine Wallander Character Portrait: Deminaught
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"Don't you have anything better to do?"

The man's voice interrupted Iris' train of thought as she cheerily meandered her way through Castelia's busy streets. It was a familiar location to her, yet entirely foreign all the while. Iris turned to her suited companion and beamed at him.

"...Battle me, Irvine~!" she countered light-heartedly.

The gentleman shifted his eyes away uneasily. "I'll pass." he replied in an exasperated tone.

This brought a frown to Iris' face. To refuse a trainer's challenge was impolite, but to disrespect the Grand Champion this way? Irvine's contempt was not lost on her. "Sometimes I think you don't even like being around Pokemon..." she remarked in disapproval, studying Irvine carefully.

Irvine would sigh. "We both know I can't win, so what's the point?" he would then ask, turning her gaze towards the horizon.

"Because it's fun! And you get to know people and their pokemon! How can you really know someone until you've had a chance to battle with them?" Iris snapped back, folding her arms and watching Irvine expectantly.

Irvine scowled. "...Right, but some of us have to be responsible adults in the morning. I can't spend all night with my pokemon like you do." he replied bitterly. A moment of silence was had, Iris giving Irvine an unamused look and Irvine avoiding her gaze. "Speaking of which, I'd advise you against putting too much trust in these ... aliens. You could be walking into something foul." Irvine went on in a flat tone.

Iris shook her head as if to shake the conversation from her thoughts. A beaming smile once again permeated her expression. "I think you might be more of a kid than I am." she teased light-heartedly. Irvine's eyes narrowed and he just sort of silently fumed in response. "You don't have to come if you don't want to." Iris added after a moment, proceeding to resume her journey to visit the Deminaughts at a hurried pace. Irvine declined to respond but reluctantly picked up speed to tail the young champion. Hopefully, they weren't far from their destination.

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Character Portrait: Champion Iris Character Portrait: Emiko Touko Character Portrait: "Lord-Regent" Radegast the Trainer Character Portrait: Jennifer Harsdorff Character Portrait: Irvine Wallander Character Portrait: Deminaught
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"All right, Radegast, here we are. Let's try not to get in the way of any crazy people in the streets...ah, here we go. Follow me." Touko led her companion around the boulevard facing the sea before taking a turn into the concrete jungle. Soon a long line of would-be customers came into view. "Ah, they're in stock today! Excellent! Let's get in line and hope there's enough for us...and with a face like mine, there freaking better be~" The presence of a Champion opened many doors, to be sure.

Elder hanged by Radegast’s side. The Haunter eyed the skyscrapers suspiciously, as if something about their design bothered the ghost. He evidently did not enjoy the two minutes of waiting inside a pokeball while on the boat. “Lord-Regent, these structures seem oddly vulnerable, and the sheer size would make that vulnerability catastrophic if exploited."

“Not a fan of skyscrapers, Elder?” Radegast queried as he followed Touko with his relaxed, laid-back gait. He then spotted the lineup indicated by the girl he accompanied. “Heh, must be an excellent place if it’s got a lineup like this,” he added to Touko.

"What's up? Never seen towers like these before? There's only so much land space to work with, and digging is hard, so the only direction left to go is up," Touko explained to Radegast and his seemingly bewildered companion. "You fought pretty well, though. They sell these by the dozen, so there's enough for us and our teams." Finally she stepped up to the food truck counter, who seemed suitably impressed at the presence of a Champion.

"Twelve Casteliacones, please." "Y-yes...six hundred Pokédollar, please!" That was just a few small bills out of her electronic wallet, and the machine went to work. "You have to taste it fresh out of the mixer, that's when it's best." The first of the batch would go to Radegast for him to share with Elder, and so on down the line. Everyone who battled would get one, and a few left over were put in a small tub, tightly sealed for convenience. "Have a great day, champ!"

Radegast produced a wallet from the pouch on his belt. From the wallet, he produced six bills. He then prodded each of the four other pokeballs on his belt to inform the rest of the crew that they had arrived for ice cream. It was then that he noticed Touko had paid for the cones with her electronic wallet. “Wait, I thought I was forking over for the cones?” He offered to hand Touko the bills.

Rage was the first to emerge. “BRING THY CHALLENGE TO MY TASTE BUDS, FRIEND-RADEGAST, SO I MAY CONQUER IT WITH INFINITE HASTE!”

“Here ya go buddy, don’t eat it too fast now, you hear?” Radegast handed Rage a cone.

“I SEE NO REASON TO NOT EAT THESE EDIBLE ITEMS QUICKLY! I WILL NOT BE STOPPED BY MERE CONES SHAPED LIKE WEAK CREATURES- OOH! AUGH! THIS CONE FIGHTS BACK! I FEEL A DEEP CHILL IN MY MIND!”

“Told ya, bud. That’s a brain freeze for ya,” Radegast chuckled as he handed two cones to Elder, and one more to Crystal. The Operative hopped onto one of Elder’s hands and happily ate one of the cones. Radegast shared his own with Suros.

"That was the deal, yes. But it's always handy to have some pocket change, you know?" Touko purred, as once again her plan had worked to perfection. "Your Mankey does seem to rush into things, doesn't he? I'd suggest you take the Gym challenge. If you manage to beat Burgh, your guys should trust you enough to obey your commands all the way to level 40 or so. Levels are just an approximation of a Pokemon's overall strength and experience, though...I've seen some strategies that rely on using low-level monsters to take what should be one-hit knockouts and hit right back. But I'm rambling." A cone for Volcarona, who used psychic power to hold it in place as the bug lapped at it, quickly melting the thing from its intense heat, while Touko savored a chocolate-flavored specimen. "You're strong, but I think you can get even stronger."

“Ah, I getcha,” Radegast gladly handed Touko the bills. In response to the quip about Rage, he replied, “That’s his way.”

At mention of taking the gym challenge and commands, the group fell deathly silent. Radegast’s face seemed suddenly deprived of all emotion. Even Rage was given pause part-way through another large bite from his cone. “Well, that sort of thing is cool for trainers,” Radegast chimed, suddenly breaking the awkward silence. He turned to the others and asked, “Did you guys want to take on this Burgh guy?”

“This wouldn’t change anything?” Crystal asked. Radegast seemed to understand perfectly what Crystal was asking. He shook his head. The silence yet resumed as everyone seemed deep in thought.

"Did...did I strike a nerve? Forgive me," Touko bowed towards Radegast before going back to work on her cone. Haxorus got to enjoy a cold treat in a much more favorable context, as well. "It is a quick and dirty way to get stronger, though, but I get the feeling that that isn't your way, judging from how you reacted."

“Hey, no worries, Touko," Radegast grinned once more, "It’s like I said: we’re… unorthodox.”

"Speaking of unorthodox...you hear that the next block over? Sounds like some kind of block party." Touko's honed ears from spending lots of time in the urban landscape led her to pick out not only the Pokemon in the halls, but also the event that was gathering the attention of quite a few big wigs. Peering around a corner, Touko couldn't believe her eyes. "Oh. My. Arceus. It's Iris. Grand Champion Iris...the leader of the Pokémon Nation! Just a few years ago she was another Gym Leader...what the HELL is going on?"

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Character Portrait: Champion Iris Character Portrait: Emiko Touko Character Portrait: "Lord-Regent" Radegast the Trainer Character Portrait: Jennifer Harsdorff Character Portrait: Irvine Wallander Character Portrait: Deminaught
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Radegast’s ears perked up as Touko mentioned it. “Something troublesome I imagine,” he said immediately before Touko explained who Iris was. He too followed Touko to the corner to peer around. The girl, Iris, appeared to be a young, dark-skinned girl. She appeared younger than the human Radegast, even. Champion? Radegast wondered. She must be very talented with these modern duels. “Ah, someONE troublesome.” He grinned. The grin faded quickly as he realised he was jumping to conclusions. "Or wait, is she troublesome?" He asked Touko, “Then again, being a Champion I imagine she’s trouble for someone somewhere. I’m not even a pro trainer and I’m a thorn in the sides of some people,” he laughed.

Elder too chuckled, being the source of Radegast’s first official enemies. As the crew finished their cones, each of them returned to their respective balls to rest. Due to the sugar of the ice cream, however, Rage accidentally entered the ball Crystal had been using. Undeterred, the Seel entered the ball the Mankey had been using. It would’ve taken an immense amount of focus for anyone to notice this unusual swapping of pokeballs amidst the presence of an apparent champion, however.

One of Suros’ eyes unveiled from beneath a wing. She silently judged the girl, who appeared closer to the Lord-Regent’s age than Touko was.

Radegast noticed the daggers Suros was staring into the small-ish girl. “O' Beware, my lord, of jealousy," He whispered to Suros, "It is the green-eyed monster that doth mock the meat it feeds on,” He smirked and nudged a finger playfully on Suros’ head. The Fletchling chirped happily.

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Character Portrait: Champion Iris Character Portrait: Emiko Touko Character Portrait: "Lord-Regent" Radegast the Trainer Character Portrait: Jennifer Harsdorff Character Portrait: Irvine Wallander Character Portrait: Deminaught
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Suddenly, a massive beam of light shot into the sky a ways off the coast of Castelia City. Despite the time of day, the beam shone through the blue sky, pulsing with energy. Many citizens stopped and stared at this light, as it was rather impossible to miss. Some people wondered if it was the work of their recent alien inhabitants. Others hypothesized it was a battle of epic proportions. Yet, one fact couldn't be ignored.

It was coming from the Pokemon Trainer Academy.

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Character Portrait: Champion Iris Character Portrait: Emiko Touko Character Portrait: "Lord-Regent" Radegast the Trainer Character Portrait: Jennifer Harsdorff Character Portrait: Irvine Wallander Character Portrait: Deminaught
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“What the…?” Radegast caught sight of an unusually enormous ray of light emitting from far off the coast. Radegast knew the location of origin, for he was recently there. “Yo, I’m gonna go check that out, thanks for the ice cream, dude!”

Ignoring the situation with the VIP, as the boy was prone to do, Radegast bid farewell to Touko and took a stroll toward the shipyard. He did not run because he still had a cone in his hand. Most everyone else did too. The team followed at a brisk, but comfortable pace. Most of the team had finished their cones already. Before anyone could move to re-enter their respective pokeballs, the Seel cleared her throat.

“I do wish to get stronger, though,” Crystal said, “Perhaps defeating this Burgh fellow would benefit us as a whole.”

“THE DEFEAT AT THOSE POWERFUL FOES TAUGHT ME YET ANOTHER LESSON IN HUMILITY,” Rage added.

“Which will stick with you until the end of the day,” Suros chirped from on top of Radegast’s shoulder..

“I DO NOT REGRET THAT FACT!”

“Still,” Radegast continued, “If you guys are down for taking on a Gym, that means more battles like this past one and the man in the weird suit.”

“I would be perfectly fine with more opportunities to claim military victories!” The Operative barked.

“This one-on-one stuff is really negating our style, though…” Suros groaned.

Radegast stroked Suros’ head gently. “I’ll take your reply as a reluctant “yes” then. How about you?” he directed this question to Elder. For all the time of pondering, the ghost was the only one who had yet to speak on the matter. “Hey, take your time. Got a quick boat ride ahead of us.”

Elder reluctantly entered his pokeball as Radegast finished his cone. The human licked his fingers and wiped his hand off his hoodie before jogging up the boarding ramp for a ferry about to make the trip to the PTA.

The setting changes from Castelia City to Wrath (Ira) - Fifth Circle

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Character Portrait: Deminaught Character Portrait: Deminaught/Demiarchal
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After losing their battle and sinking in the waters, the Demiarchs were making their way to the top. The mighty beast was the essence of these lands, and since they had not died, they would cross the bottoms and follow the land till they surfaced. Soldiers, weapons, and other various things they brought were present when they surfaced on the spire that they attempted to build. Even though the orb vanished, they Demiarch knew they had a job to finish.

Upon reaching the top, they found a large portion of their construction still in tact despite the wave that washed them away. A few parties were sent to scout and a single mining operation was capable of continuing. It wasn't much, but it was enough to go unnoticed until they got a new transport built. That time was drastically cut down when the remaining forces from Blackrock came rolling through a portal and onto the massive spire. These forces were quickly ordered to submerge themselves and remain hidden, that they were in Hell and had lost one battle already.

A few of the newly introduced Demiarchs remained atop the spire with the others, primarily the engineer that designed and built a makeshift portal from tanks and other equipment. It didn't take long before a crew was designated to dismantle three stone tanks and begin constructing a portal. The Demiarch moved quietly and hid within the construction to prevent being seen. Things would move slowly at first, but once a portal was established, they would be back in business.

With the new soldiers came a stronger frequency that picked up a lost message from the squad sent to investigate. The message was broken, but it let them know they made it somewhere new. It had been some time, but just maybe the others were still alive. They would sent a message back asking for any response. The Demiarch needed everyone they had in hell, little did they know that they had more than they thought, some just weren't here by choice.

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The soldiers kept working on their spire, its form growing very little as they wanted to remain hidden until their portal was built. Within days, the portal was constructed and ready to use. At this moment, the portal was only big enough for one being to walk through at a time, but not much else was needed. As long as it opened up at the right location, that was all they needed.

Their intelligence stood strong as the portal did open up in the right location. A few of the soldiers marched into the portal and within five minutes a much larger portal opened up, large enough for them to get fighter ships through if they needed to. The larger portal was deep within the spire which was but an extension of the mighty beast that made up the land. Unlike others, these warriors know what they're fighting and know that nothing on the exterior of this beast really exists.

While the one soldiers were fighting to resurface the waters to build on their spire once again, the others at home had been planning an attack if they could every pick back up on the location of Hell without the Orbs. This time, they locked the location of Hell within the fabrics of reality, finding it could be found anywhere they found large masses of Black Mass that were not blackholes. The way into hell was inside the black mass as it consumed all the energies and masses it touched, so the key was to find a way to bypass the initial contact. When the soldiers in Ira found their way through, it was locked on till their portal was able to reverse the portal effects and establish a marked location that they could return to.

With everything established, the soldiers would take on a different tactic. Instead of trying to conquer the Fifth Circle on the top, they would attempt to attack from inside. Mining and drilling would be the key this time, so they needed to protect their outsides. Ira would experience the Hive mindset that they had. Construction supplies and equipment came rolling through the portal along with four large pieces of steel that would be spread around the top of the spire.

The four pieces of metal would be a form of Mithril and radiate a purple energy. Beside them were soldiers who were activating the equipment. Within minutes a large sphere made of a purple energy surrounded the spire the warriors were on that would help protect them from outside attacks. It was long before metals could be seen and soldiers doing metal work with large machines that were building a second layer of metal that put a Silver and Iron dome over the spire, protecting it from the top from the powers of Evil.

The soldiers were very noticeable at this time if any other beings wandered the circle. If uninterrupted, the work would go very fast knowing what could happen if they were undefended. If the beast tried to attack again, they were ready to show him what the mortal can do without the 'gods' involvement. The mortal realm was but another universe and created to control the rise and fall of gods all through history and this time they were bring the war to the realms of gods.

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Character Portrait: Atreviel Character Portrait: Deminaught Character Portrait: Deminaught/Demiarchal
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A whispering laughter echoed through the air around the soldiers as they toiled in their futile projects. "What do we have here.... Lost souls wandering where they're not wanted? It would seem a feast has been laid out for me...."

The chilling cold of death would fall upon each of the soldiers, one by one, alongside the feeling of their very life force being bled from them, sucked away by an unseen entity that fed upon their very souls.

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Character Portrait: Atreviel Character Portrait: Deminaught Character Portrait: Deminaught/Demiarchal
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The chill of death was not a new feeling to the Deminaughts and Demiarchals that were present. Once before this same feeling crept over them, but stalled them none. The energy itself would let them know they were watched, but their stone presence remained unscathed. With no intention to stop, they ignored the chill and kept working. To take their souls would require them to lose their faith in themselves, which is something unlikely to happen any time soon.

An officer within the spire, "Prepare the defenses. Standard technology will not prevail here, so we have prepared Magi-Tech weaponry this time. It is time to unveil the next step in the process. Let the forces through."

With the words spoken, soldiers, mechs, and other large pieces of equipment for a war began to fill and cover the top of the spire. Large trucks with weaponry designed to release multiple shots at once took to the center of the spire top while smaller mounted weaponry took to the edges. While the previous forces used nuclear, these forces were equipped with Silver and Ectoplasmic weaponry; the two things that would actually have an effect.

As the defensive units were the main bearers of Silver, the same energy that tried to creep over the Deminaughts and Demiarchs would soon feel a pain itself, the natural effects of Silver on dark energies. After the main force of ground troops were present, the dome began to partially open above. Fighter ships burst from the portal and filled what the fifth circle had for a sky.

"Prepare for the initial strike! We will bomb this place till its master rises so that we can slay this horrible beast that torments these souls!" A commander spoke as the last of the fighter ships broke free.

In the mean time, the drills were going deeper and deeper into the creature that created these lands. There was more to this than just drilling, but for now, it was being kept under wraps and hopefully defended long enough to complete their mission.

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Character Portrait: Atreviel Character Portrait: Deminaught Character Portrait: Deminaught/Demiarchal
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Atreviel howled in pain as silver was brought forth, the sound like the wind itself groaning in protest. Though his wrath was great, he was not without the sense to know he was outmatched.

"Enjoy your pitiful invasion while you can, the King shall soon come, and all your works will be undone."

The shadow of a spirit could be spotted fleeing the area at high speeds, as Atreviel made his way to report to Lucifer himself.

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"The sounds of pain! Men, we're doing better than last time! Keep up the work!"

The drills were reaching extremely deep depths within the spire. After the drills reached so deep, they would begin to back out, leaving a tunnel that seemed bottomless. As the drills exited the tunnel, large lines were being run through the portal and over to the tunnel. On these lines, spots of hardened metal could be seen on the end. Generally these hoses were used for Cerenium, but this time they would be used for Silver.

When the hoses were hanging over the edge of the tunnel, soldiers began placing straps over the hoses to hold them to the ground. When the last clamp was on the hose, a soldier would shout and a gentle shake could be felt in the ground as something began to pump through the hose. The soldier monitoring the hoses would walk over to the pit and look, watching as liquid silver began to spew from the hose, sending steam into the air as the smoldering hot liquid metal fell to the depths of this tunnel, pushing out sixty gallons every ten minutes.

Silver would covered the entire tunnel as far as one could see down. The remainder of the silver would solidify as it fell to the depths of the tunnel, deep within the creature that was the Fifth Circle. While the pumps were pushing out the liquid silver, and the soldiers were making sure the hoses kept flowing, the officers were preparing another preemptive strike. Their full intention was to weaken this circle enough to successfully build their fortitude needed to push into the further reaches of Hell.

"Prepare for the first air strike. Aim for anything about the water", an officer spoke as turned to the other officers, "Colonel, are you sure this will work?"

"Am I sure? Just the presence of silver sent the first evil away howling in pain. As long as we can successfully carry out this operation, the evil here won't stand a chance.", the Deminaght spoke as he tuned in for a response from his main pilot, "Sir, we're ready to strike. Permission to engaged in Operation: Silver Carpet."

The officer quickly responded, "Permission granted. I want to see silver as far as I can see!"

"Yes, sir!" The fighter jet pilot responded before relaying the message.

With the orders given, small clouds of smoke could be seen coming from the fighter jets as silver missiles dropped and began to cover the area in a carpet bombing style. The missiles would fall for so many yards before they rocketed forward, aiming for specific locations. Should the missiles go unbothered, they would explode and send pierce the solid ground with golf ball sized orbs of silver while the original missile shell fell into the waters, purifying the immediate waters around them, but nothing big enough to even consider bothering the evil powers over the water; simply put, it was like mosquitoes biting a bears rump.

While the Demiarch was spreading silver everywhere, they were constantly at work preparing the next step. Their stone figures would come in handy eventually, but right now they were more or less worrying about evening up the odds against their unseen enemy. The Demiarch knew they were in Hell, but they were an intelligent and powerful race, and they had yet to find an enemy they couldn't combat, especially since they didn't consume resources themselves and used the resources for technology and equipment, allowing them to be more productive and intelligent than most.

"Come now, master of this Hell... We will prove that this realm belongs to man and not the gods." the officer overseeing everything spoke to himself as he looked from the top of the spire and into the openess of Ira.

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Character Portrait: Cole Maibara Character Portrait: Atreviel Character Portrait: Deminaught Character Portrait: Deminaught/Demiarchal
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Lucifer winced and looked off in the distance as a shadow folded itself into the room, manifesting into the physical realm as Atreviel. The creature appeared as the rotted corpse of an angel, whos wings were now nothing more than tattered drapes billowing from it's back. Atreviel fell to his knees and looked straight at Lucifer, who stared back in silence. A moment later Lucifer turned to Ezrael and Cole and said "At this time, a brazen and foolish group of mortals has decided to invade this realm. I will make you this offer only once, Ezrael. Punish these humans for their transgressions, and send them from this realm. Only then will I give you the way to God."

Lucifer then turned to Cole. "As this is your circle, I expect you to undo the damage the mortals are doing as well, lest someone else take your recent gotten throne."

And with a flash of pale light, Lucifer was gone, and those who remained would find themselves standing upon a bluff overlooking the human invasion.

The setting changes from Wrath (Ira) - Fifth Circle to Blackrock

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Character Portrait: Mirana Character Portrait: Deminaught Character Portrait: Deminaught/Demiarchal
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Following these old ships was a small squad of Fireknaughts that had followed them for many years. They could have helped these people long ago, but they wanted them to go through hell first so that they would be more inclined to follow them and fully appreciate what they had to offer. For many more years they could follow them, but their landing on Blackrock brought it to an end.

Shortly after their descent onto the ground, the Fireknaughts began their landing. They would activate their cloaking devices so that they could land without being noticed, especially being that there was three ships with three members on each ship. The three ships opened up a hatch and two Fireknaughts walked out of each. These soldiers were garbed in a weapons that looked like standard weaponry minus the glowing green cores they had. Their uniforms were camouflage and they looked like troops that would be on the front lines.

The soldiers would approach the first group of these people and quickly begin asking where their leader was, just as all aliens tend to do. (>.>;) They could only hope that these people could be evacuated off the planet in time. Wherever they went, they kept on alert and moved swiftly.

The setting changes from Blackrock to Wrath (Ira) - Fifth Circle

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Character Portrait: Cole Maibara Character Portrait: Duriel, The Lord Of Pain Character Portrait: Deminaught Character Portrait: Deminaught/Demiarchal
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A approaching darkness began to fall over the realm of Ira followed by a menacing laughter. "Well...well...well...Mortals who dare walk around my Lords domain? You should learn that trespassing on his domain results in...fatal consequence..." A figure spoke inside the encroaching darkness before chuckling. It sounded like he was all around the Deminaught's. His very voice sounding like it was right next to every one of them. "But first allow me to welcome you all to hell where you can enjoy your eternal stay! I will give you my best bloody reception..." The creature spoke as he looked at the humans defenses. A barrier to keep them out? And silver to keep them away? They really do not know who they are messing with...

With a tap of his claws, Duriel touched the Silver. The Silver would soon become blackened and corupt the rest of the Silver. Silver was indeed strong to evil, but for him Silver was like putting out a candle. And that barrier! Oh that miserable anti-magic barrier. He can't begin his music with that thing in the way. Raising both of his talons, he stabbed the barrier causing it to overload and malfunction. Human tech was not going to stop his power. Sure it would stop his minions...but he was on a whole new level...He was the Lord of a circle, his power was immense but nothing compared to the Lord Of Hell himself. These humans were facing a Lord of demons, he was the equivalent of a god in hell.

Soon the darkness surrounded their forces, followed by uncanny yelling in the darkness. Demons, all of whom are now mindless butchers for the Lord Of Pain. They surrounded them in the shadows, no light able to pierce the black abyss. These creatures would strike without warning, clawed hands would grab at them tearing them apart as they dragged them in the shadows with nothing but their screams of pain being heard. Black tendrils grabbed at the planes in the air and winged nightmares, scaled creatures and more abominations assaulted the planes with little warning.

Soon a haunting song began to play within the ears of the soldiers, sung by the Lord Of Pain himself...Duriel..."Do you hear the voices scream? Do you hear the echoing laughter? Do you feel that chill up your spine?

Do you feel his presence? The master of suffering and pain. The one who feeds off your pain and fear. He comes to deliver his song, he comes with his little minions, they creep and crawl in the shadows, they devour your organs, they play with your guts, they enjoy every second of it.

The screaming fills your ears! The horrors beyond the shadows creep ever closer! You may have been brave once! But now you play the fool! The Lord Of Pain has come for you! And he shall enjoy your suffering!"
The creature sang. Repeating over and over as the tone became more and more malicious. The screams of soldiers audible while he sang.

The setting changes from Wrath (Ira) - Fifth Circle to Purgatory

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K'gara blinks and looks around blearily

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K'gara is afraid

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K'gara sniffles as she starts to cry, letting out a mournful howl

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Bian Linh Vu hears someone crying and follows the sound