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Lucius Foss ☺ Guildless ☺ C-Rank
Y o u   c o u l d   b e   t h e   c o r p s e   a n d   I   c o u l d   b e   t h e   k i l l e r

The young assassin had just recently been informed through rumors, that there is man that lives on the edge of the fabled Silent Cemetery, wants 'soul specks' from the monsters that live in the cemetery. Easy enough, plus he could go on a killing spree and no one would judge him for it. He wasn't really doing any other jobs at the moment anyways, so why the hell not. He had talked with the man who was spoke of in the rumors, to confirm what was true and what was false. The rumors where actually relatively true, which was odd cause usually they way over-exaggerated things. They weren't called rumors for nothing. Arriving at the graveyard he looked around, stepping past the fence. Placing his hand in his pocket, gripping his favored weapon, the switchblade Lex Ruptor.
Mostly just going on this job to let off steam, calm himself down from the recent nightmares that he has been having. There nothing really out of the norm, besides that unsettling familiar, white person covered in scars and dressed in black. Really it doesn't sound all that scary, but it was, but why? Lucius couldn't get a good grip on what it was, he has all the same questions plus more, but no answers. What was going on with him lately? He usually had his thoughts under control, and could easily understand the things that he dreamed. There was only a few things that he dreamt, whether it was just his inner voices conflicting with each other, a common thing to happen due to his irregular mental state. Or nightmares about things that happened way in the past, having slight PTSD towards all of the abuse that he gotten as a child. And especially things that happened recently, mostly having to do with that dreaded tanuki. Torturing him, almost to the point of death, then doing likewise to his beloved sister. That injured his brain enough, but out of the alleyway, a while later. A few months later maybe more or less, in the hotel, where he killed her. But no, yokais have to be more durable the humans, and she went and possessed his sister, his Astrid. Then ripped of his tattoo, the pain of that was more excruciating because of who was doing it, not because of how it was happening. It was in the body of his sister, he kept repeating it in his head even now, but he deserved it. And she could have the ability to do that, her anger issues and all, with all the trouble that he gives her, who wouldn't? He tried to force those thoughts back down, that was almost more unsettling then the unknown being in his dreams.

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Lucius Foss ☺ Guildless ☺ C-Rank
Y o u   c o u l d   b e   t h e   c o r p s e   a n d   I   c o u l d   b e   t h e   k i l l e r

Sitting himself atop a small gravestone, looking up at the starry sky, it was silent. He could see why the the cemetery was named as such, there was barely even a chirp of crickets. Though he knew it wouldn't be silent for long, he just had to wait until the party arrived. He just had to wait, then the skeletons or whatever would come at him in droves, but for now it was forsaken of any noise or movement. Excluding the movement and noise coming from the tall teenager, who continued to just stared up into the sky. Trying so hard to gather his emotions and thoughts together, so he could just push them down again. He knew the healthy route out of this, talk to somebody about it, cry a little and then he'd be alright. Well at least that's what everybody says, but it doesn't work that way, it wouldn't.
Firstly his mentor wouldn't allow him to be fixed that easily, or at all really. He liked torturing his student, in all the ways you could think of, Inanis would do without a second thought. That damned god didn't mind getting his hand dirty in the business of humans, he loved doing it. Secondly, he was mentally unstable, doctors would just prescribe him a tone of medications that probably had side affects worse then his ailments. Thirdly and lastly, he had to much pride to go and get help from people of his own free will, he has always been this way. He had a very complicated personality, that made him the type of person, that most people want to go die in a hole. Sometimes, he wished he did too, see what I mean by complicated. Lucius is a deadly black ball full of conflicting emotions ready to burst any moment, like a ticking time bomb. It would be only time now, he only needed one shove for this to happen, and for his already unstable mental state to completely shatter. Shatter into a million pieces, that no matter how hard you would try to put it back together, back to the way it was. It would always be, different, not the same as it was before. The assassin knew this, and this was his solution, to at least delay it.
Sitting there, contemplating his problems, for what felt like and hour. They finally appear, skeletons, prying themselves out from what people thought, where their permanent sleeping grounds. But sadly for them, whoever said people might be, it wasn't. Though Lucius was about to make it that. Sliding off the small headstone, he pulled out his switchblade, flicking it open and turning it into a scythe. Not sure how effective this would be against the undead, but he had to at least try it out. Grinning, trying to make himself look happy, but truly, he was upset. Why do you think he was taking a stupid job that he heard about through rumors, he wanted to let out his anger, in a way. He needed to, keeping all that anger and irritation, along with countless other emotions, wasn't healthy for the boy to keep all those things locked up.
Glaring at all of his newfound victims, he twirled the large weapon, made for reaping the lives of everything that moves. "Come on, make the first move" saying this in a harsh and highly irritated tone of voice. Lifting his free hand, the one that wasn't spinning Lex Ruptor, to gesture towards the dead monsters to come at him. Figuring if they didn't understand his talking, they would at least understand the movement of his hand.

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Lucius Foss ☺ Guildless ☺ C-Rank
Y o u   c o u l d   b e   t h e   c o r p s e   a n d   I   c o u l d   b e   t h e   k i l l e r

There appeared to be twenty skeletons in total, ten of them where archers who had all of their bows drawn and pointed at the dark mage. Five of them appeared to be mages, two where fire wizards, one was a water mage, one was a poison mage, and the last on was a lighting mage. Then lastly, the other five were warriors with swords and shields, charging right at him, their jaws clanking as if they were letting out some sort of battle cry. Releasing a large sigh from his lungs, he glared at the small platoon of the undead before lunging at them. As he did so, he let his black aura burst forth, screaming at the top of his lungs he swung his scythe. Cutting the five warriors in half all at once, they crumbled to the ground, then started to fix themselves. Stepping on the ground he sent out a pulse, knocking some of the weaker skeletons around him, to the ground. Yet they started to repair themselves, though the warriors where no longer getting back up.
The fire skeleton mages sent fire balls at him, blocking with he arms, ignoring the pain. He launched a kick at one of them, knocking their head off. They fell to the ground, never to get back up. To the other fire mage, he grabbed them by there rib cage and slammed them into a gravestone. Doing this with so much force that the skull and the stone cracked, now all that was left was the archers. Which all at once at this exact moment when he was turning towards them, released their arrows. Doing a smart thing, they doubled up on the arrows. So instead of just ten getting fired at him, twenty was getting fired at him. Some missed, but some managed to graze him. The rest stabbed themselves into different parts of his body his upper right arm, right side, stomach and left thigh. Yelping at the pain, he gritted his teeth and ran towards them. Swinging his scythe, knocking some of them to the ground, he turned his reaping weapon back into his knife form and slid it into his pocket in the matter of seconds. Grabbing two by their heads, he slammed them together, grunting loudly cause it made the arrow in his upper arm shift. With the others, he kicked and punched down.
Finished with the first wave, thousands of bones littered the graveyard, and he fell to his knees. Yanking the arrow out of his upper arm he screamed, yes it hurt, but it was more the thoughts that he was thinking that cause him to scream. If he couldn't even protect himself, how could he ever protect the person more dear to him then even himself. The tanuki was right, he was all talk, he just tortured and killed weaklings to make himself feel powerful. In the end he was just a weakling himself who's bark was more then his bite.

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Lucius Foss ☺ Guildless ☺ C-Rank
Y o u   c o u l d   b e   t h e   c o r p s e   a n d   I   c o u l d   b e   t h e   k i l l e r

Holding his head in his hands, he tried to prevent the tears which clouded his eyes from falling. Breathing heavily he dropped his arms to the ground, looking at the arrows that where in his thigh and stomach. He could have them in there, he needed to fight more he had to pulled them out. Trying to breathe normally as he grabbed the wooden shafts of both arrows, he yanked them out at the same time, screaming he dropped the darts and gripped his thigh and stomach. Trying to swear cause of the pain, he choked on his own words, the tears flooded out of his blue green eyes, down his face and onto his legs. Struggling to breath cause of him trying to keep himself quiet, he reached back and grabbed the last arrow and pulled it out. Yelping loudly, he dropped it and with shaky hands grabbed the bandages that he always kept around him, cause of how often he got injured. Shaking, he struggled to take of his shirt through the pain. Once he got it off of his torso, he held it to his wounds, trying to stop the bleeding, if only a little bit. Waiting for a little while, he pulled it off and wrapped the white gauze around himself, covering the wound in his side and stomach. Then he did the same to his upper arm and thigh, once he completed this he put his shirt back on, ignoring the bloodiness of it. Not having any cream or something like that for the burns on his arms, he did nothing for them. He laid himself on his back and stared at the sky, not that he could see much through the tears that wouldn't stop coming. The black veins around his eyes throbbed, synchronizing itself with his crying. Sitting up he tried to wipe away his tears from his whiteless eyes, he looked up at the graves farther from himself.
Skeletal hands pulled themselves from their graves, grunting he stood to his feet, pulling out his knife and flicking it open. Readying himself for battle, he saw what his opponents were. Ten skeletons, half where warriors and the other half where lightning and water mages. The lightning mages summon their element and attempted to hit him with it, but he dodged, just barely. He needed to gain his composure, or he was going to be killed by dead people a rank lower then himself. Taking deep breaths, he then charged at the warriors head on, dodging their slices and stabs. Getting behind them he changed the small switchblade back into its form of reaping, and he sliced across all of them. Due to being distracted by his own emotions, he forgot about the mages. They flooded him with water, which knocked him over onto his stomach. Grunting cause he landed on his wounds, he was actually thankful for that, cause it made it so he didn't have to hit the warrior skeletons again. But not for long when the lightning zapped the large puddle that he was in. Not being able to react, he was zapped, he screamed. Curled up into a ball, he twitched slightly, then he coughed. Shaking, he tried to get himself up so he wouldn't be attacked like that again. Which me managed to do, they tried to pull that same trick again, but it didn't work that time. He rolled out of the way, and hopped to his feet, he stumbled over to the skeletons and he shoved the water mages in the wet area as the lightning mages cast their spell. It got rid of those three at least, with these last two, he just sliced there heads of with his scythe. And before they could pull themselves back together, he crushed some of their bones with his feet and scythe. Managing to turn it back into a switchblade before he fell to the ground, he still twitched slightly cause of the attack, and his skin tingled, but he was alright.

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Lucius Foss ☺ Guildless ☺ C-Rank
Y o u   c o u l d   b e   t h e   c o r p s e   a n d   I   c o u l d   b e   t h e   k i l l e r

Sitting himself up he pulled his knees into his chest, shaking, the young assassin cried into his knees. Why couldn't he stop crying? This wasn't the normal Lucius! The normal Lucius would go on a murderous rampage, laughing until he could no longer breathe. But this, this was some crybaby who didn't know how to control his emotions, not the psychopathic assassin everybody knew and hated. Truth be told though, this wasn't to far from what he actually is, though he doesn't cry often anymore. Constantly at battle himself, at the tipping point for his mental state. Nowadays the voices where louder, the voices of the monsters that haunted him ever since Inanis first spoke to him, and his own monsters that haunted him since birth. These voices wanted him to be stronger, and his own wanted to be free. Free from being trapped as one person, but he acted as they where different people, but it was just him. Did he really want that? It was so confusing for him when he was like that, being one person, at the same time being many people. Each part of himself wanting to be it's own person, it wasn't right, yet at first he was clueless to this. He thought everybody was struggling with that, each bit of themselves trying to break apart, well at that time it was already broken apart. Lucius didn't properly know until he met his beloved sister, and when he lived with her and got more attached to her. He stopped speaking in 'we, us' and all of that, actually being one person. Not speaking in third person, which he did when one part of him was referring to that part. Actually being one person, all of the pieces of his personality acting as one, he spoke as if he was one person. Because he was, he always has been, just hasn't felt that way. And now these pieces didn't want to be together any longer, they wanted to be separated, their own thing.
Does that mean he wanted that?

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Lucius Foss ☺ Guildless ☺ C-Rank
Y o u   c o u l d   b e   t h e   c o r p s e   a n d   I   c o u l d   b e   t h e   k i l l e r

Looking up when he heard sounds, more where coming, he needed to get himself ready and calmed down. Wiping his tears away, his eyes puffy and red due do how much he was crying. Sniffling up the fluids that tried to escape his nose, he stood himself up, stumbling slightly to try and regain his balance. Taking deep breaths, he watched as a total of forty-five skeletons came to battle him. Ten of the skeletons' bones where blacker then coal, and had a sort of feeling about them, you just knew they where stronger then the rest of the normal skeletons around then. Letting out a large sigh, he glared shakily at his knew opponents, pulling out his scythe, he charged. Swinging it like a madman, he heard himself scream, but he didn't really feel like he was doing it. He didn't really feel like he was doing anything, it felt more like something else took over his body. Around his body was a deep red aura, not his usually black aura, but red. Was he going berserk? He'd never gone berserk through sadness before, usually through joy or anger. His face was emotionless, his eyes looked like the eyes of a dead person, totally glazed over and apathetic. Slicing through enemies, feeling no pain from all of the attacks that landed on him. Which was a lot cause in this solemn yet crazed state, he didn't bother to dodge. They went down after a couple swings from his now enhanced weapon of reaping, in a matter of minutes, everything was dead again. Back to the way they where supposed to be, but he wasn't satisfied, he needed to fight more. Not even realizing that he was bleeding in many areas, plenty of new wounds, and older ones reopened.
He wandered around the graveyard, smashing headstones with his scythe, and making countless deep drag marks through the dirt. As he did this, he muttered nonstop.
"kill
destroy
kill
destroy
need to kill
need death"
Repeating those words over and over as he wandered aimlessly, waiting for more opponents to show and calm his needs. To ease his crazed state, that activated through his intense feelings of sadness and self-deprecation. Tears streamed down his face, but an apathetic, emotionless and stone-cold look was still painted on his pale white face.

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Lucius Foss ☺ Guildless ☺ C-Rank
Y o u   c o u l d   b e   t h e   c o r p s e   a n d   I   c o u l d   b e   t h e   k i l l e r

He wasn't even controlling his body anymore, he could barely feel anything, and was totally unaware of what was going on. It was just a big blur, like I said, it felt like somebody else was controlling his body. But it was him, his sadness, and confused emotions letting themselves be free. It was him, this is how he lost control of his emotions, unlike everybody else when they got to the tipping point. Of whatever negative feeling, instead of screaming, like he wants to, he loses himself. Then becomes this uncontrollable monster, which was his unbound emotions, trying to leave the cage of which the young assassin traps them in deep inside. Usually it was rage, being so angry for some stupid reason, but now it was sadness. Sadness and disappointment in himself, that he let himself get tortured to the brink of death, that he couldn't protect his beloved, and oh-so precious sister. She didn't deserve anything she got tangled up in because of him, yes she had her faults and made her mistakes, but she got way more punishment and torture then she deserved. Everything, all the pain she experienced because of him, he should've felt. It should've been him, she didn't deserve any of this. His mother was right, he should've been the one to die. Nobody wants this monster around, this mess of a teenager that can't control his emotions, to the point where he loses himself in a feat of uncontrollable massacre. He loved to kill people, but not like this, not in this way. Inanis has always told him to control it, he needs to learn to control it. But how? How?! The god never took the time to tell him, to answer this question of his. Letting him figure it out on his own, and when he failed, he punished him, telling him how much of a failure he was. Nobody needed to tell him, he already knew, always acting as if he is all that. His ego being higher them most others, but was that just a facade to hide his past traumas and emotions? Did he really have the amount of pride that he declares he has? He is so uncertain of himself in so many levels.
As he was lost in his own mind, his body moved on it's own, attacking the twenty skeletons that pulled themselves from there 'eternal graves'. Some of them pulled their strings back, and unleashed a volley of arrows down on the six foot ten teen assassin. But most of them where skillfully dodged, due to pure reflexes that the boy had engraved in his muscle memory. Kicking and punching some till they got knocked down, slicing others with his pitch-black weapon for reaping. Then lastly, using his black pulse spell to knock them all down, which was an unusual thing for crazed Lucius. Usually in this crazed state, he didn't use spells, but I suppose sadness massacre state was calmer then enraged state. So he actually used the black magic that has been passed down to him through his blood line of assassin magicians. Now that they where all down, dead yet again, the coming storm waited quietly crying, for the next wave of the undead.

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Lucius Foss ☺ Guildless ☺ C-Rank
Y o u   c o u l d   b e   t h e   c o r p s e   a n d   I   c o u l d   b e   t h e   k i l l e r

In this state, it was an odd feeling, he couldn't feel the pain that his body might or might not have been going through at this moment. He didn't feel anything physical, it was just black, he felt that he was doing something but he didn't know what. But oh man did he feel the emotional, the aching in his heart was intense, he didn't feel it, but he knew that all of his bodily fluids where pouring out of his eyes and nose. Like it usually did for anybody whenever they lost control of there emotions, which caused them to cry and for snot to run and drip out from their nostrils. It hurt so much, he was so sad, and didn't know how to deal with it. Or at least, knew how to deal with it, but wasn't doing it. Being the stubborn young adult that he was, you think he would just give up, and go to his sister and tell her of his problems. But no, defiantly not now, after all that has happened. He felt as if he didn't deserve to be her young brother, he didn't deserve that last name, 'Foss'. A name that had light magic, and all around happiness passed down through it, unlike his own family, which was the exact opposite. Yin and yang those sibling where, polar opposites, yet they both knew each other better then anybody else in the world.
Another thing that was strange, usually, before he could fully complete this enraged like state. The god of the void and darkness, would intrude in on his brain and lack of thoughts and stop him. But now it was rather quiet, clean of any god, eerie, it didn't feel like he was even watching. Which was something he always did, constantly keeping in eye out for his student, having a bit of himself planted in the boy's brain. So he could yell at him, or talk to him whenever he pleased, but now, it was calm. It was oddly comforting, but, in a way it scared him. That the possibility would be there where even his own god and father-like figure would abandon him. Though it was so out of character, Lucius wasn't really trusting anything to be like they were 'supposed to be'. I mean, look at him, he was acting totally out of character. Out of the ideals that people always have for the assassin, the heartless yet charming young man that he was. Was now crumbled apart, down, almost in the deepest darkest places of his own mind. At the brink of depression, and breaking apart, it was a true wonder why he hasn't fallen apart yet, after all this.
This time that came to attack him, was just ten black boned skeletons. All dressed in armor, a sword an a shield held in each of their skeletal hands. The fallen warriors skillfully swung their rusted battle weapons at the assassin, but he was more skilled. Dodging the attacks, just out of pure reflex, moving as if there wasn't a single bone restricting him. With lightning like reflexes, he dueled multiple undead fighters at once with his switchblade. Which seemed like a difficult thing to do, and was, but he was train in this, and showed no strain in this apathetic state. Even didn't seem bothered by the fact that his face and neck where soaked in the fluids that pour down from his pale face, and the fact that it was hard to see due to all of the salty tears that were in his blue green and whiteless eyes. These soldiers where harder to take down then the others, landing more attacks on him then the others. But that didn't stop the crazed Lucius, kicking and punching, swinging his scythe around, constantly transforming it back and forth between it's knife and scythe form. Soon, all of his opponents where gone, and even though he was unfazed, his body was starting to react to the pain. Stumbling about, lowing his agility, speed, and all of that other things that required physical movement.

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Lucius Foss ☺ Guildless ☺ C-Rank
Y o u   c o u l d   b e   t h e   c o r p s e   a n d   I   c o u l d   b e   t h e   k i l l e r

Slowly the boy started to regain his thoughts and the feeling in his body, yet he was still not in control. It still moved about, like a marionette being pulled by some strings. It was still silent within his head though, yes, he heard the muffled sounds of the world and saw the same thing through his blue green eyes, though it was still very blurry. But I mean this in a way that it was still free of any type of sign that the god of which the young assassin serves. Which as I explained earlier, was odd, and the boy who's thoughts were returning to him, wondered this. Though didn't have enough consciousness to elaborate on these thoughts of his, meanwhile his body continued to move like a puppet. Swinging his scythe he beheaded some archers, then as he waited for them to reform he attacked some mages that started to throw their magical attacks at him. They crumbled to the ground, and he went back and finished of the warrior skeletons that fought with bows and arrows. It only took five minutes to finish of this wave of fifteen skeletons, he body was now used to the way the skinless undead worked.

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Lucius Foss ☺ Guildless ☺ C-Rank
Y o u   c o u l d   b e   t h e   c o r p s e   a n d   I   c o u l d   b e   t h e   k i l l e r

It was gone, the lineage of which was active, was now gone. His health was almost all the way depleted, screaming out his lungs as the pain flooded back into him. He doubled over, vomiting out his previous meal, when he didn't have and food left in his stomach he started to cough up blood. Which if you know Lucius, you know that it was a lot of food that he just lost, given to the dark soil. Falling onto his knees he hugged his stomach, he had so many different wounds now, that he couldn't even distinguish which one was hurting the most. The tears that fell from his eyes slowly turned from the clear salt water that they where, to freshly colored blood. This wasn't good for the boy, not only that he didn't have enough strength to move on his own, but along with his enraged state running out, his powers where also. He didn't have enough concentration to deactivate them, so the whites of his eyes stayed darker then black, and crimson fluids poured out from his optics. The black vein like this spread even more, almost engulfing his own face, and then they rapidly pulsed. He couldn't stop screaming, it hurt, he hasn't ever gotten to this point, well not recently anyways. To the point were he reached his limit in his magic at the same time as his enraged state, the pain was almost to much to handle. He started to pass out, he knew more skeletons where already here. Colored as black as coal, they charged at him with their swords ready, but he didn't move. Not that he didn't want to, he just couldn't, finally he started to fall to his side. Then suddenly, a surge of power and extreme pain flooded into his body, along with a immensely strong aura and a calm yet very terrifying voice.
"Fie, I don't even need to tell you what you've done wrong. I'll save the scolding for another time, but right now, I'll save you from dying. Cause it's to much trouble to bring you back, funny how your being killed in a place where the dead are supposed to rest."
The black veins spread across the rest of his body, pulsing, bringing extreme pain to the boy. Yet he did not scream, considering, that again, he was not control of his own body. Though this time it wasn't his own anger or sadness losing control, it was his master possessing him. Forcing strength into his body, only for a temporary amount of time cause if this god possessed him to long, giving him more powers then his body could handle. Well he would cause what he is trying to prevent.
The god fought amazingly for being in a human body that was on the brink of unconsciousness and possibly death, not even reacting to the pain that was brought upon the body. Though Lucius did, unlike when he was enraged, he was actually awake for this. He saw what was happening though his eyes, felt what was happening, how he did it. It hurt more then he could handle, but he wasn't passing out, it was like someone was keeping him awake. Keeping his awake so he could feel this pain, he deduced that this was because it was. Inanis kept the consciousnesses of the young adult awake so he could see what was going on, what he was doing and everything that was going on. He figured this was his punishment, if not he would probably just let him sleep, and deal with it on his own without the boy being awake.
The god of darkness fought without a weapon, black colored fog covered his hands as he stabbed and sliced the undead. It worked, and the hand was taking no damage, a minor power of the god Lucius supposed. They where all dead in a matter of second, an aura blacker then his own radiated from his body. Having a feeling of calm before the storm, like him massacring right now wasn't even the beginning of his abilities. His aura killed the living plants within a certain radius of him, taking the light and life from them. Standing silently, he waited as more raised from their former graves.

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Lucius Foss ☺ Guildless ☺ C-Rank
Y o u   c o u l d   b e   t h e   c o r p s e   a n d   I   c o u l d   b e   t h e   k i l l e r

"What have you gotten yourself into boy?" the god asked rhetorically, letting out a sigh as he crushed the skull of one the the armored skeletons that started to make it's way out from it's grave. Scanning his surroundings he watched as the other four started to emerge, he thrust out his hand and held it there and a black sword came from the shadow of his hand. Grabbing it when he exited the ground fully, he sliced through the few enemies that had made themselves know to the god of void and darkness. Gone in a matter of seconds, he released another sigh, looking at the blade that would be considered black in this dimension "Hm this body is weak, won't even last another thirty minutes, better wrap this up quick" Inanis said in a calm tone, waiting for the others to pry themselves from their former sleeping places. Glancing at his surroundings, he could feel that a lot more where coming, bigger then all of the previous waves of the undead before hand. Good that he would be taking care of this and not his student, well that's what he thought at least. You could look at this situation and say that he is being kind to Lucius, saving his life. But no, he is only doing this for his own gain, saving him now to torture him later. The merciful thing to do here, would to be to get him out of there, heal him. Or kill him, to end his torment that he receives from the monsters that this god sticks in him, and from his own brain. Though the god seeked enjoyment and pleasure from the pain of the petty little humans, watching them as they grovel at his feet, begging for their lives and the lives of the ones they love. It was pathetic, and he loved it. You'd expect nothing less from the one who practically raised the young assassin, who taught him the ways of fighting and how to control his magic which really the god's. So really, why would he be merciful to the poor teen?

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Lucius Foss ☺ Guildless ☺ C-Rank
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The god counted it was about thirty-five skeletons, majority of them being in armor, while about a good ten where not. And he still felt someone coming, someone stronger then even the black skeletons. Well to him it was just little pests that he was disposing of, but to the body he was inhabiting, it wasn't that good. It didn't help that the god's powers where reduced to the amount of magical power that Lucius had. Even having a piece of him in him, possessing him, was dangerous, cause more power wanted to enter. Which would be to much for the young adult at this current time, and probably always will be. I mean, you are comparing a god to a mage who got those powers from that god, and will always be tormented by said deity. Releasing a sigh from the lungs of the boy that he inhabited, he held the sword in hand. Once they where up, he swung the sword, it seemed to extend and cut all of the corpses in half. Which was one way to explain the weapon of which Inanis used, he then dueled with a group all at once. Totally obliterating them, even in the body of this young man, they where no match for the void deity. All the attacks that where shot at him, or swung at him, he skillfully dodged. Ignoring the pain and thrusting it all on the boy who actually owned this body, he acted as if no wounds where even there. But that didn't stop the blood from pouring out of the nice arrangement of injuries that the teenager did have, even his the god acted like there was not a single flaw with his body.
Breathing heavily, he grunted at the weakness of the boy, like he should've been able to handle this on his own. Nobody could, anybody close to death like Lucius was, wouldn't be able to accomplish this. Then a woman appeared, her aura radiated something stronger then the rest. She even had regained her pre-death appearance, she stood dressed fully in black armor. She had long red orange hair, and bright blue eyes, flames the same color of her optics, burst forth from some places in her armor. A slight chuckled escaped the his lips, staring at the young looking woman, he spoke. "So your the boss, hm?" and as he did, the last set of skeletons, pulled themselves from the ground.

W o r d    C o u n t:
410
5,499 ☺ 2,500

N o t e s:
18 not required enemies defeated

Lucius Foss ☺ Guildless ☺ C-Rank
Y o u   c o u l d   b e   t h e   c o r p s e   a n d   I   c o u l d   b e   t h e   k i l l e r

"We'll talk after you fight the rest of them, you don't look in good shape, can you handle them?" the undead woman spoke to the god, a cocky look on her pale face. Chuckling a bit more, he waited until the black skeletons fully emerged from the ground. Then he lunged at one, slicing it vertical and horizontal in half an instant. Jumping up to avoid the attack of one of the skeletons, he kicked off the skull, did a flip in mid-air and stabbed it. Two down in only five seconds, with no emotion shown in his face, he wasn't even surprised how short of a time he was taking to kill these. Grabbing the skull of one, he crushed it in his hand, the sliced the body in half as he dropped the remains of the skull. He sliced his weapon across, which should of only hit one, but used the ability of which it did earlier, and hit the rest. Walking over to the mighty slayer, he crushed the remaining skeletons which tried to reform, under his feet. A slight smirk on his face, he thrust out his sword, barely an inch from her face. It took only a matter of what, twenty? Ten seconds? Why did it matter?
"You were saying?" she made a slight 'tch' noise, I suppose she hoped that would get rid of the deity in the boy's body. "Surprisingly your still alive, huh. Well I'm called Cupcake" she said, and in barely a second, she sliced the stomach across his gut. He didn't even react to the pain, he looked down and put his hand on his stomach. Bringing his hand up to his pale lips, he licked the blood, then let out a sigh. Muttering something that the woman could hear, under his breath "No so tasteful in this form" Smiling at the undead warrior he spoke to her, after coughing up some blood "Called that for how delicious your attacks are?" he asked, more rhetorical then anything. Slight red appeared on her cheeks and she stepped back "Are you.......flirting?!" saying this in a rather surprised tone. Inanis laughed slightly before replying "Only if you want me to" a smirk nicely placed on his lips. He then, in a matter of half a second, stabbed into a weak place in her armor. The stomach area, she was shocked, and jumped back. But that didn't do much, he lunged at her, slicing down on her. She blocked with her sword, but then realized he was feinting the attack, and he skillfully sliced the black sword the other direction. Grinding her teeth together she swung her sword, recklessly, he jumped up and landed on the sword. Squatting he brought he face not even in inch away from hers, he breathed into her face then licked his lips. Blushing a bit more, she pulled her sword away, hoping to make him loose balance. But he just hopped off as she did so, landing about a yard away from her. "Dead or alive, humans are still humans I suppose. Good your hetero otherwise this wouldn't be effective" Inanis said, laughing, shocking the woman. Giving him enough time to slice his sword across her neck, he body fell to the ground but started to reform. He climbed on top of her and stabbed his sword repeatedly into her armor, when he knew it was the last hit, he spoke last words to her. "Maybe under different circumstances you could've been in bed with this boy, but I suppose not" he then landed the last attack into her chest. Cupcake didn't even have enough time to speak, before she was dead yet again "Well you'll probably come back sometime, they always do. Suppose I should get this boy to a doctor" With that, he left the graveyard, he spoke with the man who wanted the soul sparks before heading off. Well more like Inanis spoke, and the man just listen and watched him in shock, wondering why he was still alive.
Walking into a clinic that was closed for the evening, he walked right up to a doctor, shocking the woman he grabbed her by the neck. "Heal this boy, or die with him, you choice" she nodded, though confused, she caught the body of Lucius when it fell. During all that time while his master fought for him, he just watched, he couldn't even talk back to him, the pain was to extensive. He couldn't even respond, he would've been long gone if it wasn't for the deity of which he served. And he hated it, he hated how he constantly had to receive help from people. That trip did nothing for him, nothing had been solved, it was only time now.

W o r d    C o u n t:
796
6,295 ☺ 2,500

N o t e s:
20 not required enemies defeated