So a God, Two Saints and a Sinner walk into the Cursed Lands ...

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Staring into the glowing eyes of Mars, the Lord of War, and the endless, unending horizon of pure white behind him Johann drew his blade while his opponent grasped into nothing, in a swirl of dark, sinister energy, a scythe of pure negative force forming in his hand. Wordless, Mars looked down on his challenger, the two charcoal orbs with glowing pupils in their middle going to the rapier, then back to the Vice President of the West Fiore Trading Company. It had been a couple of days, a week perhaps since the souls of Johann von Weiss, one of the VP's of the WFTC, and Mars, the lord of war that had been sealed away inside him had merged due to an unfortunate miscalculation taken by Ruvel in the Cursed Lands. Mars subsequently, seeing a prime opportunity to free himself of his own curse, had destroyed the cage that had held him for hundreds, if not thousands of years with the unfortunate end result being the unification of the two entities that now shared a single body. Mars had apparently disliked this new circumstance, however, and thus changed not just the formerly old man's appearance, but also his magic, Johann's personality not being spared from the sudden and radical change, either. He had not just received a new body, undoubtedly stronger, faster, more durable than his last one, his personality had also been altered. He had grown more stoic, more indifferent to the world around him, his view towards etiquette and manners perhaps making the most notable of changes.

In any case, in the week that Johann had spent like this ... in honesty, it hadn't been to bad. Aside from the pain it was having to explain his sudden change in power, magic, looks, smell and personality to his fellow members of the West Fiore Trading Company, and on the other side, of course, Onyx Moon, it had actually been surprisingly agreeable. The self proclaimed Second Seal had been not just docile almost, listening to what Johann had to say in doses, he also seemed quite talkative and helpful even with not just runery but magic as well. It was almost that now he had been freed from the cage a heavy, heavy burden had been taken from his shoulders, his constant aggression had vanished, and he had found purpose anew. What exactly it was Jo couldn't really tell, and he wasn't particularly interested in inquiring about exactly this topic, either, but whatever it had been that had troubled Mars was now a thing of the past. Johann, on the other had, was excited. His efforts to find a way out of this situation had ceased. Why would he throw away this gift ? Sure, he wasn't exactly the man he used to be, but ... compared to what he had gained, it was a relatively small sacrifice when put side by side with what he had gained. His rune magic was stronger, more developed than ever. He had unlocked an entirely new type of magic provided by Mars. And above and beyond all of that ... he still held close the same things he did before the sudden change: The West Fiore Trading Company, Onyx Moon, his friends, his family. All Mars had done was provide him with the tools he needed to b better at what he wanted to do, to become even stronger than before. Ultimately ... he had even offered to train him. Johann was, quite frankly, blown away by the offer, not sure what to make of it until the lord of war had explained what he had in mind. Both would engage in a kind of mental exercise to strengthen each other, though Johann was not quite sure until Mars had shown him. He only now started realizing the other's true level of power, wondering if there wasn't something he couldn't do.

These events where what had lead to their encounter as enemies like this, sparring against each other within their own subconsciouses to enhance their powers. In this moment, the two, however great the difference in their strength was, saw each other as equals. Bursting forward with his usual inhuman speed, the Vice President of the West Fiore Trading Company leapt forward, his hand with the rapier extended for a brutal swing that was just as brutally taken by the hilt of the scythe, the golden runes on the swords sending sparks of light flying everywhere as the two weapons clashed. "Is that all you've got ?", Mars' deep, distorted voice taunted, a wide grin dominating his facial expression, Johann giving him a weak smirk back "Far from it", Johann answered just as confidently, raising his other hand up and pointing it at Mars. "Aura Elementis", from the extended extremity glowing with crimson runes exploded a burst of scorching flame, causing the lord of war to dash backwards. They had been fighting like this for the past couple of hours ... at least it had felt that way where they were. Johann felt neither exhaustion nor depletion of his magic power, so who could really say how long they had been in this state ? With a quick burst of speed Johann dug his fist into Mars stomach, a slight gasp escaping his opponent, Johann grinning to himself triumphantly ... before a small stream of blood started running down a corner of his mouth, looking down to see that Mars' scythe had dug itself through his chest, the lord of war quickly pulling back as the Vice President collapsed to his knees. "That wasn't bad. Your speed is more than adequate, but your power and your defense are lacking. If you get a hit in you'll have to do it with the intention of wounding your enemy so bad that he won't be able to get back up.", Johann coughed up a pool of blood. "Well, I suppose that hurt, tssehehe. Let's leave it at that for today", he spoke, the endless, white plain before the VP vanishing into darkness, Johann opened his eyes.

He took a deep breath, overlooking the wide, barren landscape that extended before himself, the horizon dominated by a dull grey. Would this really prove to be an eventful day ? He stood up. "It seems like they are coming", the other voice spoke, the words echoing through the back of his skull "Good. Let's get ready to deal with this then." Johann spoke, grabbing the sword from his side and unsheathing the red and black blade, the scabbard loosely dangling from his white uniform, both of his eyes shifting in colour. The white within them turned to a deep, charcoal black, his pupils shining in a raging scarlet red. "Time to hunt some demons, tssehehehe".

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Despite a wide variety of transport that Mura could utilize with little effort and output, his mind always precluded the opportunity to take the nearest horse ride or the state-of-the-art teleporter and just resolved to the good old walk from location to location. The Cursed Lands were located west from Magnolia, so he barely planned out anything other than what he was going to take with him - and he sure as hell took his while on that. You see, this job that he had been bestowed with was anything unlike any other job that he had taken before - he was likely going to get used to it sooner or later, because what we were talking about was a 100-year Job. A job so fierce in difficulty that it hadn’t been dealt with in a hundred years! It was heavy and fierce in his ears, but it didn’t stop him from accepting the duty to execute it efficiently. That was the plan, just like in every other mission that he’d had on the long run to this point. In some case, this was also a confirmation of his growing as a wizard, and it was also a warning of the future that lied ahead of him.

The wind was getting colder in these months. He truly missed the ease of a warm summer where he could literally just walk out t-shirt only, laid-back and enjoying the sunny fireball stuck to the sky. In these months, he was expected to wear a jacket and bandana (perhaps not so obligated to wear the bandana, but he thought that it looked great on him). Many thoughts passed by when he had taken the jacket on - he got it from his cousin back at Galuna Island, and that was a whole other story to be told another day. For now, his feet led him across the field roads that began thinning out their vegetation as he approached his destination.

Yes… it was a bad omen, but it could just as well be due to the weather. Trees and bushes seemed to dominate the ecosystem a few hours ago, but after having walked a good dozen miles, it started to feel… intended? It was likely either case, to be honest; when you started thinking about the destination as described in the request, then any could blame the decrease in plant life on that. The Cursed Lands, holy shit… last time that he was there was… woah… oh wow, it was a long time ago. So long, in fact, that he barely remembered it - ever since his magic started developing, he began remembering things much better, but it was way back when he was a small lad. Anyway, this bad omen echoed the presence of demonic entities further ahead, and Mura was full from the vast, growing presence of demons in his life - he could’ve sworn that one or two Fairy Tail members were demons, not to mention all the demons that he had slain up until now - from vampires to goatmen to firefoxes to goblins and all in-between, he had been through all those categories. Most monsters of Midi were considered demons too, so given that experience, gathering an entire army of demons was a tad underwhelming in his opinion, since they were so widespread… but he also knew something else.

Every being was its own and had its own…

“Wow! Our first 100-year job!” Kyuken emitted in utter amaze, a tad too utter to be genuine in Mura’s eyes, “… Wait a moment. If it’s called a 100-year job, then doesn’t that mean that nobody has been able to stop this in a hundred years? Or is it merely symbolic?”

“What do you mean symbolic?” the green dragon ghost asked, “I don’t think the term ‘100-year’ is supposed to hold its original meaning anymore… perhaps they just forgot about its value and rolled with it like its own difficulty. We’ve had several powerhouses in our guild, so try and ask yourself why none of them have completed this-“

“Yeah, let’s try and focus on the task at hand… it’s bumming that I haven’t been able to take such a job before,” Mura reminded the two spirits. His knowledge about the difficulty of different jobs was as lacking as Kyuken’s innocence… or as his dignity after the Halloween Event. He really lost big time… but in the end, this job was also an opportunity to see if he was cut for his new rank. As eager as he was to test out his new spells, his walking didn’t slow down even after several kilometers were crossed by him.

At some point when late afternoon struck, the shaman’s eyes rolled to the right and to the left, covering a huge plane in front of him; dry ground, cracks and dead bushes dominated the surroundings. The sky was a dull grey and Mura could hear evil omens everywhere. This was the Cursed Lands that were so feared that no ordinary person nor wizard would ever bother or dare to build house and live in these areas. At first glance, it looked like a naked, dead valley with creeping dots and lines of what seemed like vegetation further away. The air was heavy and cold, easily able to send shivers down whoever lived off normal air sucking. Even Kyuken and Zirconis, beings who were essentially separate from the living world due to their existences as ghosts, felt an odd, uneasy tension by the time that the group slowly walked down the hill.

There was an army of demons nearby. Oddly enough, Mura’s vision didn’t catch any demons yet - he assumed that at least some of them would have stayed to prepare an ambush the moment that he or anyone else approached this place. Perhaps they weren’t expecting much of him or the others… yes, another powerful wizard was within his radar. As a matter of fact, he remembered that white-haired lad - and so did jealous Kyuken.

It was nice to have company during what was apparently a type of war between two forces. Mura didn’t hesitate and clenched his grab on the hilt of his katana Harusame, asking Kyuken to hover right in front of him as he looked around. No way that any demon would ambush him without having a sword through their chest. “You know,” Zirconis spoke up to him, “It would be more effective if you focused on more destructive energy instead of precision… we’re going to fight an army, no doubt, and demons know nothing of spacing in my experience.”

“You’re just jealous that Mura and I are more than sufficient for the task at hand, my little lizard,” the samurai ghost joked, poking out a tongue at the infuriated dragon spirit. Mura hadn’t heard much, because the sounds at the background - roars and battlecries - increased… so their arrival triggered something. Great.

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Sol currently was right beside Johann as they stood out waiting for the others to arrive, the dragon was still in a childish form though something felt off about him as if his aura was more more deathly and his magic power seemed to gain a much deadlier feel to it. Sol was focused on his mission and had his blade with him. Unlike Johanns blade which was a rapier Sols blade was more along the lines of a one handed sword and the blade glowed a very soft blue with a holy and pure feeling to it. The blade also seemed to be sentient as it hummed for a moment in its sheath and Sol sighed before he glanced down at it.”Easy Mar it will be ok I have control”he said softly to the blade which in turned made it hum softer for a moment before it seemed to calm.Sol glanced over at Johann and he wondered what the man was thinking.even now the dragon could remember bits and pieces of the fight that they had when Yona had taken his Kiseru but he still could not believe just how angry and out of control he had become. It made Sol wonder if the darkness in him was really him or something else biding its time and wanting to be free. Sol also wondered if the thing inside Johann was also a reason for what had happened as well besides his kiseru being taken.

As his partner mentioned that it was time to hunt some demons Sol smirked before his eyes suddenly turned Bright fiery Orange before he glanced at him.”may the best man win Second Seal” he said ominously as his eyes shifted back to their vibrant red color and he jumped down towards the demons down below, the moment he landed Sol quickly unsheathed his sword and the demons instantly seemed to recoil from the light the blade gave off. Some of them even hissed in protest of such a light. Sol quickly slashed at many of them and his blade cut thru them like butter though even as the blade cut it seemed to repel the blood and kept itself clean. The demons that didn’t get instantly killed felt their bodies burning from the holy weapons wounds causing even more agonizing pain before the pain killed them. Sol was quickly killing the demons off with little effort but then he noticed that suddenly he was being surrounded and the dragon king quickly turned his blade downward with the tip facing the earth before he felt the blade pulse.

“its ok Mar im ok” he said as he touched the blade to the ground and he called out his attack”Shining Bind!” he shouted as angelic runes spread out from the blade and started to ensnare multiple demons before Sol quickly started to bisect them moving fast and efficiently to make the most of his attack.one of the demons outside of it looked at the blade.”That blade seems to be the source of that guys power take it away and we can overtake him easily!” it called out to the others who quickly shot a powerful arrow at Sol to try and take him of but the dragon king managed to dodge at the last moment but the arrow managed to hit the blade with enough force to know it from Sols hands and away from him.”HA I have your blade now your powerless” one said as it grabbed the blade before the sword flashed with blinding light before it appeared in Sols hand as he slashed at another enemy.”but how you should not have been easy to beat without it” the demon said as it lay on the ground dieing. Sol just gave the demon a cold look.”My blade is a sacred blade meant to save and protect lives a demon who lies in the shadows and follows evil in your heart could never wield such a blade not only that my blade only can be wielded by myself your plan was foolish”Sol explained as he suddenly slashed behind himself and beheaded another demon as the one before him finally died. Sol quickly held his arms out as the demons suddenly seemed frightened.

“come on at least make this a challenge for me or are you just cannon fodder for your pathetic leader!?” he questioned loudly for two reasons. The first is that it might make the remaining demons around him act rashly and the second reason was because it might make the leader move to hastily and make a mistake. Quickly the demons seemed to gain a spine again as a group of them quickly as he reminded himself of the teachings that Ballom had taught him when he was still just a student to the poison dragon.”Close your heart to your enemies do not feel for them they will not feel for you. To be efficient in combat one must close off their heart in battle” he intoned as he quickly cut thru the advancing horde, quickly striking one with a low blow that bisected it at the waist before quickly twisting and slashing another diagonly up its chest and splitting its inside open. Sol then followed by blocking a slash aimed at his head before delivering a powerful palm thrust to the demons chest to knock it back before he kicked out the feet from another and then drove his blade into the chest of it before throwing the blade at the approaching one. As it was impaled Sol rushed forward and quickly grabbed the blade before roughing tearing it out and sending the dead demon sprawling to the floor.

“if this is all you have for an army then your underestimating everyone and your wont even make it past these cursed lands before night descends on you” Sol threatened the demons his red eyes were smoldering as he was intent on keeping this evil army from descending on the world and he would use all his power to keep it from happening.

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Ruvel had been away from Tolgalen for what seemed like a long while, with so much going on thanks to his elder brothers sudden disappearance after the whole thing where they had been turned into children. Regardless of what kind of task it was he would take it, he just didn't want to be at the company because it would become real. With Cirven not there it would mean that everything would come tumbling onto his small and fragile shoulders, he wasn't sure that he was ready for such a task especially right now as he couldn't even understand a single word that was being said to him. That was the one thing that frustrated him the most about this entire situation, okay there was the fact he was around the size of a two year old at current and that he couldn't hide anywhere because he was pretty much a light bulb on legs. As imagined this made his task of dealing with clients already difficult as they didn't take him seriously. They soon learned the errors of their ways on that one that was for sure, he might have been smaller and might not be able to communicate as he once did, but he still had a sharp mind when it came to business and diplomacy. At current he was truly thankful that he had Amuul and Shindara or he would have been completely useless and alone as he didn't even understand his summons at current.

He knew that his summons had been speaking amongst themselves of late and could tell even without understanding it seemed serious, he hated the fact that they normally spoke as if he wasn't there but this was a whole new annoyance to the youth. When he did try and ask what was going on he was normally met with he'd be told when a decision was made. He had no idea what they were trying to decide or why they wouldn't tell him at current but that just meant it was bad news and involved him which worried the youth to no end. One thing he had noticed though was that Demi, the one that he had been paired with within the facility was quiet even when he spoke her name. He knew that of nothing that he had done to upset her and that she would come only if he was in real danger as he had no means to summon her at all. The only think he could think of was that her sudden radio silence to him and what he believed was the rest of the summons that he had a contract with had something to do with Cirven's disappearance. It was times like this he wished he could hate people and hold grudges but that was just something he couldn't do... well at least for not to long, they had tried and it seemed as quickly as such emotions flooded him they where gone again.

He had just got back to Tolgalen and was about to get off the ship when a clerk ran up the gangway with a letter in what could only be described as a hurry. He could tell just by that this was going to be bad news and all of a sudden wished he was back out in the ocean, well that was a lie because he absolutely hated being stuck on ships or any other mode of transport. It wasn't because it was to small, that he had to share the limited space with others or even that he wasn't on land. His only issue with ships and other modes of transport was the fact that it gave the impression of fake freedom and in honesty that kind of scared him within reason. The facility that he was raised in had an area for those like him to call their city, in honesty to say it was a slum was being generous given how run down it was. It was difficult to find a complete building, areas had been boarded up, windows had no class only wooden boards... in honesty it seemed like a bomb had hit the place and it was left to rot due to everyone forgetting about the place. Still at that time he knew no better believing that was how everyone lived and that the facility building was helping them improve to better the world. Only over the last year did he realise just how foolish and naive he had been on the matter.

Without a word he took the letter from the breathless clerk who had tried to speak but was unable to, he had seen the seal and sighed as it seemingly had come from the magic council themselves. He remembered that he had just been named a wizard saint, a title that he didn't want given that he was trying to keep under the radar of those trying to find him but alas it seemed that people had other ideas on the matter. Opening the letter he allowed his summons to read it for him and give him the information to him on what the magic council wanted and where the task was to be done. Sighing he nodded allowing Shindara to dismiss the clerk and give those on the ship the news to resupply because they had to go to the cursed lands. Amuul let his young summoner know that the letter had stated that others would meet him at the designated area. Ruvel wasn't to bothered about that part as it seemed like whomever he would be working with would be strong and so hopefully together they would make quick work of the demonic menace. He knew here that his magic would also help a little more as he himself seemed to be able to do more damage to such creatures when he was using his light type magic but still had no reason as to why. Perhaps it was something that he should ask someone at some point but until then he was just counting his blessings.

Once all preparations had been made and the new crew had boarded the ship set sale towards the cursed lands. For the most part the journey was uneventful but there had been one or two storms along the way and an attempt by pirates to take what the ship had. In honesty given that they weren't carrying anything at the time of the attack it was just a waste of the pirates time and effort as they had been disposed of quickly, not only that as it was pirates orders were given to save what they could as they would try and find the rightful owners when they returned home regardless of how long it took. Being how he was he did save the pirates and ordered them chained and locked in the ships brig, they could be handed over to the police officials in the next port they came to which is what was happened. It turned out the cargo that had been stolen was from a museum, he was glad he could return the items back to the rightful owners and lift the companies reputation a little more in the eyes of those he helped. Without more issue he managed to get to where he was suppose to meet the others. Nearing the port of the cursed lands that this seemed to be taking place he couldn't help but notice just how much darker the place had gotten, it was almost like something from a supernatural story and even he wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it first hand. It unnerved him that was for sure and he wanted it over and done with as quickly as possible so he could get away from this place but he could feel the warrior summon stirring in giddy delight at the prospect of fighting. Right now that was all he needed, to deal with a summon who wouldn't listen to him and only wanted to fight so sighed watching as the land came closer.

Once docked he gave orders for the ship to head back he would make his own way home, which wasn't actually that hard thanks to Bennu but he was sure that one of the others here likely had a way to a dock outside this hellish place that he could use so he could get back if he had over pushed himself yet again. He wasn't about to put lives at risk if he didn't need to that was for sure, how would he explain what happened to people if they where hurt or worse killed and he had a way to prevent it happening. He was sure that this was indeed the right way to go. Walking forward he blinked seeing a few familiar faces, that of two of his own aces and one from the guild of Fairytail that he had met briefly when the alliance originally formed and so moved quickly towards them speaking to two of them as it seemed Sol had already started to fight the enemy allowing Shindara to translate for him. 'Hello, I am sorry for this intrusion again but as you know our summoner is having issue with your language so I will be translating. He says hello to you both, it has been a while and wishes to know the situation. He also believes Mr. Terumi to be a fool for starting without anyone fighting along side him, he does understand his strength however but he does worry.' the summon informed the others knowing Ruvel wondered what the plan was as they moved forward as he could see they were indeed outnumbered by well a lot.

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"A fool indeed ...", Johann spoke back to the telepathic summon that had reached out to him directly, sure that the other would relay his words, "...but on the right track. It's time for us to join the battle", taking in a deep breath as both his scarlet eyes shifted, swerving around to the foolish dragon. "The time for War is now", hurling his body forward before catapulting down, his form slamming into that of a demon on impact as he struck the ground, obliterating the creature as its form was slammed into the dirt. The red flare in his eyes only intensified as he steadied himself, reaching into nothing with his right hand, the white hair thrown back when inside it a red spear materialized in a burst of crimson energy. "There shall only be one victor, and it shall be the flame of War" the dark and excessively deep voice proclaimed from the Vice President's mouth, at this point stopping to pay attention to the other fighters. The Second Seal was in his element. From now on, the war had been declared and the armies would clash, there would be nothing but blood and combat until either side would emerge as the sole survivor. This was not a contest. This was what Mars had been born for. With that, he spun the deeply crimson spear around, grasping the end with one hand as he swung it over his head, a wave of pure force bursting from his position, annihilating everything in a wide cone before himself. The spell possessed so much power if tore the ground asunder, dust and rock thrown up as it burst, every demon in its path instantly ripped to bloodied and unrecoverable shreds.

"Not enough" the deep voice of the Lord of War rang out from the Vice President's mouth anew, the red, burning aura threatening to erupt from his oculars with an intense glare that spoke volumes about what was happening inside of him. The primal instinct had overtaken the ancient creature, and the predator with an unstoppable lust for destruction and carnage had taken over. "Mooooore ... poooweeeer", the voice regressing to more of a growl than a spoken sentence as he dropped the spear, the weapon fading into nothing before grasping his right wrist, runes flaring up all around it. Just a breath, a split second later, the vessel's entire body lit up with scripture in various colours before he dropped on all fours, the vicious grin curling up the corner of his lips distorting his face into a ruthless grin. The burning flare of energy emitting from his eyes left a trail when suddenly, his body vanished in an insane burst of acceleration, jumping forward with an extended, clawed hand, the extremity slamming into the disfigured face of a demonic creature that had crossed his path. Using the momentum he swung the hand down and into the ground, the skull of the creature cracking audibly as its limbs fell motionless, it's torso embedded into the ground in a crater of dust and dirt from the sheer force of the blow.

"Thissss ... thissss is not enoooough", the deep voice snarled to itself as the creature lifted its gaze, two pitch ink black horns forming from its head as it bore its teeth, the enlarged, sharp canines visible, shadows swirling around its form. Without further words, it stood up, straightened itself and took a look around. The fighting was in full swing and on both sides, the lust for blood would soon reach its zenith, the grin on Mars' lips only intensifying with each passing second. He spread his arms, claws of pure darkness forming around his hands as a skeletal tail of the same darkness formed at the base of his spine. "Mooore poooweeer ... mooore ... BLOOOOOOOOD", the last word growled with to this point unseen intensity. It had appeared that the creature fighting demons now resembled something demonic himself, a monster created with the sole purpose of fighting other monsters, a betrayal of its kin, though a natural one set in place by fate, by creation itself. The Second Seals sole purpose was to hunt and destroy demons, and he blossomed in this task, giving a foretaste of what was to come at the end of all days. Nothing on this battlefield would stand a chance against the Lord of War's unparalleled strength and will. Nothing could compare itself to the Angel of Doom.

Tearing through the ranks of lesser demons and abyssal abominations that roamed the battlefield in every conceivable direction Mars continued to spill demonic blood all around, about to rip open a skeletal demon creature that desperately tried to fend him off with some sort of blade when a massive fist slammed into his side, sending the Lord of War and his vessel flying into the side of a cliff, the rock splitting with a heavy impact. When the dust settled, it revealed the damaged, bruised and bleeding form of Johann still possessed by Mars, the white uniform of the West Fiore Trading Company torn open at one side, drenched in red liquid, several ribs sticking out from a gaping wound. The Second Seal only cackled as the wound immediately sealed itself, broken bones snapping back into place in an instant, the echoing "Tssehehehe ..." sound coming from the Lord of War as he leapt back forward from the cliffside, gracefully landing on the ground, the gorilla-like, massive demon that was now before him releasing a powerful, guttural "ROOOOAAAAAR", slamming its enormous arms into the ground before rushing at the creature that was War, who only grinned back in response.

With gigantic steps, the ground below shook every time it jumped forward before finally getting close enough to Mars, raising its colossal fists, which seemed to be covered in thick, scaled plates, before swinging them down with tremendous force. Mars duck out of the way effortlessly now that he knew what exactly he was dealing with. The creature was incredibly strong, but slow and seemed rather ... dull, in fact, acting surprised when it raised its arms once more and found crushed beneath them nothing but earth. "Youuur insoleeence irriiiitates meee, demooon", Mars spoke from behind the creature, the behemoth turning towards him before the anger seemed to light up within it once more. "I commaaand yooouu ... begooone", whispering to himself as he slashed down his arm vertically, the blade of pressurized water bursting forward and directly through the demonic monstrosity, it's movement seizing in the blink of an eye before it erupted into a stream of dark, unholy blood, easily separated into two halves by the spell. Mars however was only amused by this newly forming situation, this newfound demonic power of a Seal. "Tsssehehehe ... sooooo ... whooo is neeext ?", his lips curling into a sadistic smile.

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Yeah, outnumbered… oh boy, were there lots of foes out in the hill of a battlefield or what? From his position, he could fathom dozens of them… times a googol, there were that many. It wasn’t exactly the most preferable circumstance; maybe if it was only the numbers that made up their forces, but there was a commander in the far distance. Any wizard could feel that… any human, too. It was a vast and wrathful energy that almost resembled an invisible cloak that fell over and suffocated the land. Merely focusing on that one energy alone made Mura poorly repulsed. He had never faced such an enemy before, and even less among demon-kin. The strongest demon he had faced in his life was in his assumption an appetizer by now. It became fodder, humiliated in the very awe of this one’s existence.

“*gulp*… Terrifying.”
“U-Unbelievable… this is a demon’s power?”
“It makes me forget all about the literal army in front of us…”
“Yes, thank the focus point for that. I suggest we build up by exterminating the minor threats first - the one unfathomable devil is being very stable and isn’t moving an inch yet… let’s make it worried…”
“Y-You’re really itching to fight it, aren’t you?”
“… Listen, let’s make a deal - you and Mura can go and clear the army’s strength along with whoever- oh wait, do it with the WFTC lad, he jumped in ahead of you.”

“Good call… but take a look,” Mura spoke up, “Some of them aren’t even demons… listen to their voices.”

He sensed the presence of human and elven warriors too, but their fighting spirits were far lower and overshadowed by dreadful sorrow… were they forced? Were they in an army against these four Wizards against their will? It appeared that Sol hadn’t faced them yet… this would be Mura’s task to handle. His burden to bear.

“… Hey, it’s you,” Mura greeted the summon that talked on behalf of the familiar, young, little boy that the shaman had met what felt like ages ago. Although, he didn’t know anything about the speech impediment, because that was rather surprising to hear. “Well, hello there,” he greeted again with a lifted hand, “… Wait, you mean him? The braveswordsman? He’ll be followed up soon-“ And speak of the devil, and he would appear; Johann wasted not a single second in delivering massive, collateral damage to the army of demons with every limb’s movement. Such primal move was unknown to the shaman - it almost looked as if Johann was a demon himself among his own kind, casually committing mass slaughter.

If he could just stay away from the Mortal Warriors… those were Mura’s targets for now.

“It’d be bad if the mortal soldiers got killed, too… they don’t even want to fight us in the first place,” Mura explained to the present WFTC Wizard Saint, “My magic comes in handy, here. The big demon isn’t seeing us as a threat yet, and thus he won’t move until he deems it necessary. So let’s do our best.”

With that out of his mouth, Mura grabbed Harusame’s scabbard and unsheathed the classic katana with the passion of a seasoned samurai. His magical sensory would dare fail him now as he targeted the mortal-kin among the demon-kin. Swiftly dashing down the hill, he left Ruvel and his summon to go and join up with the two other wizards, sneakily having lined up the slaves in front of him. His magic was no Slayer Magic, and it didn’t have the bloodthirsty embodiment of a berserker entity. His magic was refined and aimed only for the absolute necessary, obviously targeting the enemy’s soul instead of their limbs. Anyone could survive a battle with Mura, because he rarely aimed to kill his opponent… but that didn’t mean that he was softened by his generic guild’s namesake.

Either way, he meant little harm to the mortal slaves who saw him charging down towards them. His sword was firmly held with both hands - leaving the Futsu-no-Mitama sword yet sheathed on his left hip - as he cut the air crossing past the metal blade on his way towards them. “Kyuken!” he roared to command his companion’s entry into the shaman’s body. “I’m in!” Kyuken replied like always, “Jeez, it’s muscle memory by now, and I’m a limbless ghost-“ Cutting the samurai ghost’s comment short, Mura’s eyes slowly had their irises turn bright-white, almost silvery like that of Kyuken’s in his lively days.

Swinging the blade across his front horizontally, a burst of fractioning air exploded and sent forth light slashes - inspired by one of Kyuken’s revolutionary sword arts - that not only travelled fast and long enough to hit the mortals, but it seeped deep into their bodies upon impact, quickly bursting back every hit mortal as they lost their will and consciousness to continue the fight. The demons hording and commanding them were too busy to ridicule them reaching lower expectations that they already had, because the slashes sent to them were pitch-black in color and not only damaged their souls beyond sanity, but also cut their limbs apart like a fresh octopus meal. Mura’s eyes willingly switched between black and white irises to signal his fully-mastered control over both Kyuken’s sword arts and Hades’ bountiful Darkness Magic, because a power under full control was always in his absolute favor contra an abominating power that threatened to rip his limbs apart and shatter his mind.

Rapidly, he poked the leveled floor with the tip of his katana - Johann had been thorough in causing so much earth collision that his attacks even reached Mura’s field. A violent shockwave emerged, lifting Mura’s hair upwards in a bristling fashion, but even harsher for the demonic presences that tried to surround the rather short shaman. They were pushed apart by an invisible force that hit them like concrete smashing against watermelons. At this point, this whole battle looked monochromatic; with Johann facing a larger demon not too far away, and Sol easily handling several demons with his bravesword and holy affinities, the battle was more or less in their favor for now.

Pepping up the spirit of his, Mura released Kyuken from his body and launched the ghost into his blade at almost sonic speed. Now, Harusame was enchanted by the samurai ghost’s essence - although, it wasn’t enough to level up. Finally, he grabbed the Futsu-no-Mitama from his hip and let Kyuken’s soul run through both swords whilst having the latter as a base. The result was a large, straight sword that burst out in a fierce, bluish light - its very touch left the souls of his enemies burning, forcing them to succumb to their mental instabilities.

It appeared that nine large demons were heading over to Johann. If one’s footsteps were enough to shake the land, then nine would be pure cataclysm. Pointing the rather enormous sword back, Mura released a gust-like jet from the tip of his blade that pushed him forth in high speed, approaching the new threats that emerged. In midair, his sword shrunk in size - it was clearly not enough to deal with them, he had to pour more magic power into the sword combo. At the same time, he had to shrink its concentration size as well, making sure that it dealt as much as possible and even more. The result was his Battle Control emerging, resembling a white swan whose beak was a blade that put the term ‘sharp’ on a whole other level. With a furious thrust, Mura suddenly found himself cutting the blade right into the forehead of one of the major demons whose footsteps were braked by the sudden impact.

More magic power emerged and pushed Mura forward by releasing from the ‘wings’ of his Battle Control, furiously pinning the large demon down to the earth with a huge crash. Crumbling earth and one-shade destruction proved handy against large enemies such as these, but the demon seemed to need more than a spirited sword. It was a quick task to fulfil, because the earth beneath it began boiling until an eruption was located underneath their feet, enveloping the demon in a blazing pool of magma whilst the silhouette of Mura’s Battle Control was left unharmed.

“I’ll take 5, you’ll take… uh, 4! Yes, 4!” he sarcastically mocked Johann if said person was able to hear his roaring comment, and hopefully so; a little trigger would likely unveil more of Johann’s power that could only come in handy at this time and place, “That seems fair enough!”

WC: 1441
TWC: 1157 + 1441 = 2598

Sol kept cleaving thru demons with his sword the blade glowing bright blue showing that Sol had control as he cut thru his enemies and he was not taking pleasure in his killing as he finished bisecting another. Suddenly the demons parted as a different demon appoached him and he saw it was a bit taller then him but not by much perhaps standing 7,5 and it had an appearance of another race he had heard of a Mind something or other. Instantly he got cautious but before he could even strike he heard a voice speak calmly in his head.”Going to cut me down just like those in Akane you did relish such a bloodbath” it taunted  as Sol gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on his sword before he rushed and aimed to slash the demon thru but as he got close suddenly an image of a young child from the resort flashed thru his mind and he suddenly pulled away at the last moment and came skidding to a halt a bit behind the demon.”What was that it shouldn’t be popping up right now” he muttered to himself.

The Demons around him were now forming a circle so he could not escapes or gain help as they looked on in glee as their higher up was now toying with the dragon in their eyes. Sol turned to face the mind demon again his eyes glaring as Makavir pulsed at him.”I know Maka I” he was cut off as he  suddenly heard more of the people from Akane screaming at him and the voice spoke again.”Your brushing them off so casually considering what you did then again they did do this didn’t they.” It mocked before the demon forced another image into his mind this time of his beloved deceased queen Amoria and how her body had been horribly burned and her green lifeless eyes had looked at him in death as if to say why. Sols eyes  suddenly slitted further and his eyes seemed to glow in anger as he let out a loud growl. His sword started to pulse rapidly as if to warn him but his anger kept climbing until the blade finally let out a holy pulse to force itself back into its sheath and then vanished into the shadow portals Sol commanded. The dragon could only growl loudly as the demon decided to dig deeper into his mind with  its abilitys and caught the memorys of Yuiisai and Aguya and  twisted the knife deeper into the dragons mind.

“and to think this will be your future” the mind demon said as Sol suddenly saw an image that haunted him and instantly made him freeze, it was him holding the dead body of Yuiisai and Aguya and what made matters worse is he was holding the knife that had been used to slit their throats and he was smiling viciously in the image which made him instantly shut his eyes to try and get it out of his head. The demon instantly took advantage and suddenly shot out a spine of bone from its finger which ripped right thru Sols throat and sent him sprawling to the floor struggling to breath much less stop himself from bleeding out. He gripped his throat as his eyes stared at the demon with hatred burning in his eyes. The demon decided to get one final jab in before it felt that Sols life would end. “Rest assured we will put those two to good use as tools and weapons for our army and for wiping our enemys” it mocked before Sols body went still as if he had died.

“Enough of this crap”

The voice had come from Sol but his throat was still… Wait the wound had started to close in his throat as  the dragon suddenly started to rise again this time shifting and reverting to his real height and age but his skin was pale white and his hair suddenly shifted and started to gradient from black to red at the tips and he gained black scale like patches on his body as well as red markings and as he fully stood the dragon opened his eyes to reveal not red eyes but blazing orange ones before suddenly a  vicious look appeared on his face.”You seem to enjoy pushing people and making them writhe in pain from their past but lets see how you fare when you cant kill or torture your target” the entity said before the demon tried to pry into its head but all it found was images of itself ripped apart brutally and in some of them eaten by said entity.

“what….Are you” it asked suddenly hesitant before in an instant the entity had closed the distance   and no distracation could stop it before it suddenly had the creature  head in a vice grip  and the entity suddenly grinned maliciously.”I am then end of all things I am Omega and The Darkness that claims all at the end of the Journey my name is Nox and I am Death” the now Named Nox said before he proceeded to start slamming the mind demon into the ground each time causing a crater to form and get bigger as he mocked the demon with each slam.”COME ON YOU WERE SO CONFIDENT A WHILE AGO WHERE IS IT NOW. DON’T TELL ME YOU CAN ONLY GET YOUR KICKS  TWISTING MEMORYS YOUR NOT EVEN THAT GOOD AT IT!” Nox Mocked  as he was starting to leave a bloodstain as he kept slamming the body into the ground. After a few moments he let go if the pile of mush that was the remains of the demon and he turned in the direction of where Mars was and Nox Smirked before he headed in that Direction  using his vessals claws to rip thru the demons separating him from the second seal.”I do think its time I say hello to my brother again” Nox snickered as he was enjoying being out and able to stretched his legs for once.

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Ruvel listened to his summon translate what was being said to him and nodded, he understood that the other agreed that Sol had indeed been stupid in his hasty actions. They knew nothing of this enemy or their abilities so rushing in was just moronic on so many levels as for all they knew this could lead to a trap, he took a mental note to have Sol disciplined for such reckless behaviour as it not only put Sol himself in danger but those who were there to help also, within that note he also made another one to yell at him for being foolish at the end of this task and one final one to have his IQ tested because he thought he had to be as thick as two short planks stuck together with stupid glue for pulling such a stunt. Ruvel started to talk once again allowing the summon to translate for him once more 'Our summoner says that his pride has once again clouded his judgement and must be dealt with as were you can all look after yourselves and there are no non innocents here, this will not always be the case and so must be corrected as soon as possible for everyone's safety...' The summon sent to the keeper of virtue 'Our summoner suggests perhaps sending him for a psych evaluation and if you would not mind perhaps knocking some sense into him when you have a chance.' he said calmly knowing that he couldn't blame his summoner for reacting in such a way in his own race such actions would be heavily punished.

Even though the other two seemed to have dashed off Johann would have been able to hear the conversation from the elder void prince given how he communicated with people. What caught the elder prince off guard was another voice within the master of runes and dear friend to his young summoner, it wasn't exactly unnerving to him but it wasn't overly pleasant at the same time; to him it seemed like it was almost like Barthenz but magnified by an unfathomable number that was all he needed right now. He had the suspicion this was going to take a lot out of his young summoner and with how small his body was and just how fragile he was at this age that it would take a lot less to push him over that point where it would be dangerous for him. All he could do as his current chosen guardian and translator was to do his best for him and prevent him from getting to far over that mark but that could be a little hard given the circumstances they found themselves in at the moment. For the moment Ruvel held back just watching what the others were doing but more importantly the way the enemy moved, he was well aware of his own weaknesses and how it meant he would have to choose his battles more than he usually would. He was starting to believe that this was the wrong task to have accepted but then how could he have imagined that it would have been this bad, well that and he couldn't allow innocent people be harmed further as once they where done here then there was a good chance that they would head to the next area and the next area turning Earthland into their own paradise.

That thought made the youth shudder something awful, he didn't want to imagine the world at the feet of demons. He knew that dark guilds would likely enjoy it but then he came to the conclusion that dark mages were most likely wired strangely as they would happily see the world burn without a second thought. He knew some like Dahau had warped senses of honour but that was an entirely different kettle of fish entirely. Ruvel spoke to Shindara about the strange tone that Johann gave as he spoke, the void prince summon could only sigh as he knew that this would be a can of worms that there would be no returning from as his eyes went to his summoners left ankle, he knew the golden runes that sat there and what they marked but in formed him that it was nothing to concern himself about at the moment as they where in a hostile environment knowing that the blonde haired youth wouldn't argue with him on the matter. Ruvel nodded knowing that Shindara was right that was something he could enquire about at a later point wither he remembered or not would be a different matter completely. Watching the keeper of virtue attack made the youth take a step back a few steps to the point he almost fell over some stones, he had never seen the other act in such a manner and he had to admit it scared him but he understood in such a time such actions where needed for the greater good.

For now his eyes changed now to the only member in their group that wasn't from his guild curious about the magic that he used, it had been a while since they had seen each other that was for sure. Shindara checked over the area only to confirm what the spirit mage had said informing the one he was with allowing Ruvel to take in the information the best that he could before he spoke and allowing Shindara to contact the three others on his behalf 'My summoner says not to hurt the humans if possible they are still innocent and if the demons are defeated then there's a good chance that they would return to whom they once were; though in honesty I personally have no idea if they will remember any of this once that happens or if it even works that way.' Shindara sent with a thought filled tone, he knew that his summoner meant well but what he was asking might not have been possible he just hoped that if it came to that point that he could accept the fate that awaited the humans that had fallen to the darkness of the demons. Hearing himself being directly being spoken to as Mura started his dreadful task the summon blinked and translated every word directed to him and his summoner 'It is indeed us?' he said with a slight confused tone as he had no idea who the other would be expecting given where they where right now, where they expecting more company? 

Hearing the next words that came out of the spirit mages mouth Shindara had to agree with, he could feel the inner struggles of the ones whom seemed to be under the control of the demons. The elder prince truly felt for them but there was nothing that he could do for them, they were not his responsibility nor was this the void so he had no duty to protect them. His duty and responsibility was to the youth he had a contract with and that would always come first, he did however want him to get hold of his ability to place a glamour up once again so that the light that he gave off didn't keep hurting himself and his younger brother Amuul, he wished he knew how his cousins could stand it so he and his younger brother would be able to learn to some extent at least. Both Ruvel and the void prince watched as Mura quickly took down some of the mortals that seemed to be aggressors, at least on this occasion but there was still that worry that things would escalate to a point of no return. From what he remembered from the many lectures Barthenz had given him that casualties should always be expected in war, to Ruvel that didn't excuse things that could be avoided as all life was precious. Ruvel was about to move towards another area so he could get a better view on things but then his train of thought was interrupted when he heard yelling coming from Sol's direction only making him sigh more wondering what the hell was going on now.

Shindara began to explain everything that had been said externally between the demon Sol seemed to be fighting and the keeper of vice himself. In Shindara's personal opinion the demon was an amateur as a true master of the art would never allow their victim to know that it was an illusion, he pushed to far and instead of breaking it had, had the opposite effect which ultimately would end in the demon's demise 'What a cretin, he deserves his fate for such a flawed approach.' Shindara said with a sigh shaking his head feeling ashamed to have the same type of abilities as such an ignorant being that allowed their inflated sense of ego get in the way. Ruvel looked back to his shadow asking what had been said and was told exactly what Shindara had said and why, Ruvel could see the elder void princes point in the matter and commented back that hopefully Sol would learn a thing or two from his enemies flaws with a small shrug. He was about to ask something but was shut down by his summon once more being told just like with Johann that would be something he could ask at another time as it was something that would need more than a few minute explanation and so nodded headed towards an area that the others had yet to get to. When he got to it his dual coloured eyes looked around the area, he couldn't help but shudder as the ruins reminded him somewhat of the place he was forced to call home. Shindara reminded him that this wasn't his place and he was stronger than that, not to allow himself to fall to such thoughts.

This encouragement allowed Ruvel to calm himself as he dashed in to the ruins of the area and hop between two close buildings getting to the roof he jamp from roof top to roof top until he was in the epicentre of the invasion, kneeling he brought his hands together almost as if he was praying a tomb made of bright light quickly expanding to cover the area. Shindara winced being within it but so longs his summoner's shadows remained he wouldn't be hurt by it so he was at least glad for that. 'You have around ten minutes maybe less before this protection becomes an attack and it will affect you all' he warned them all showing they had to get things sorted before Ruvel let the attack off 'Oh and this protection can only be hit so much before it is set off and will become attack' he added to the warning but almost like it was something that he had forgotten what this could do, not that anyone could blame him this was a light magic and he wasn't ever around when it got used for good reason.

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When suddenly the Seal found himself side by side with Mura Kensho, the mage of Fairy Tail and the Alliance of Independent Guilds who had seemed to support their endeavor, he turned, facing him, the maniacal, crazed smile still broad on his face. "Oh?", Mars cocked his head towards the Wizard Saint, finding the offer most amusing, his competitiveness awoken, mingling with his growing lust for demonic blood in any case. "Very well, mortal. I accept your challenge. I shall slay the 4 on this side, but ... to make it fair, I shall have their lord as well.", Mars, of course, talking about the big boss, the seemingly insurmountable presence of extremely demonic energy in the battlefield's midst. "Whoever reaches their mark first ... wiiiiins", the emphasis on the last word returning it to a bestial growl once more, the bloodlust in the Second Seal flaring up alongside the burning aura from his carmine pupils, contrasting the ink-black sclera in his eyes like a roaring flame. The little competition between the Saint and the God, or rather, the Seal, of course, was about dealing with the multitude of very distinct enemies who were far ahead, deeper within enemy territory, yet their energies still clearly perceptible, the onslaught of murderous auras radiating out. It was hard to miss, really.

"Alastor, Ifrit, Orcus. It seems the mortal has set its sights on us", The voice simultaneously rang out through the heads of 3 of the demonic generals, answers following promptly. "Oh, about time things get interesting. I have been waiting for a challenge, hehe ...". "Don't get ahead of yourself, Ifrit. Phenex, your master requires you alive. Do not forget your mission". "I do not care about a mere mortal. I will stay with the Lord until he decides his time to intervene has come". "I am duly aware, but what kind of general would I be to turn away from a challenge? Oh, here he comes. I'll have my fun with this one", the demonic general of the demon lord's army spoke before the voices fell silent. Mars, in the meantime, had shot forward at Mach speed, the sound barrier breaking with its characteristic crack, a cloud of dirt and dust thrown up from the dry earth in his wake. He ignored the mortal slaves and the minor demons alike, they were all nothing more than pawns in a game of chess anyway, heading for the big fish in the fry. He had been made a very ... "interesting" offer, after all, and one that was connected to his favorite pastime as well, ... hunting demons.

Coming to a swift halt before the creature, Johann, or perhaps rather, Mars in the God of Ishgar's body, stared at the grotesque abomination with broad grin, looking at what appeared like a bloodstained, twisted monstrosity of vaguely avian nature, markings and scripture adorning it's partially skeletal, bone- and feather-covered body and horned head. It seemed like the demon had already partaken in slaughter that had lasted for hours, days perhaps, no doubt gleefully ravaging the Cursed Lands and leaving destruction in its wake, judging from the foul stench of decay and the omnipresent, sweet scent of fresh blood around its large form. "And so, the challenger arrives to face his fate", the high-pitched, almost playful voice seemed to ring out in the Seal's mind with flowery tone. "I am Phenex, General of Demons in the army of our Lord. Rejoice, mortal, for you will be granted the honor of having your life taken by none other than me! I-", his sentence immediately cut short by a projectile of steel, needle-like in appearance, which had manifested in the Seal's palm and was launched at the creature. Evidently, Mars was not interested in conversation with his opponent. No, anyone with even remote insight into the mind of the Seal would be convinced that, in fact, the opposite was the case, and would always be the case. His mission was to hunt them, to destroy them. He had no time for idle chatter with this kind. The demon, however, was quick, quicker than his appearance would make him out to be, and the avian abomination simply outmaneuvered the attack, dodging it with an agile dash to the side before coming to a screeching stop across the cold, trampled ground of the battlefield.

"You insignificant amoeba! You dare threaten me, the great Phenex? One of the demon generals of the mightiest army the world has ever seen? You will pay for your insolence! I will-", the shrill voice would echo across the plain before being cut off once more, the Vice President hosting the Second Seal pouncing onto the demon once more, his clawed hand reared back as he jumped at his opponent with unprecedented speed, the ground scattering into a cloud of dust where the Seal had stood just the blink of an eye earlier. Phenex, however, seemed to be not lacking comparable, if not better reflexes and speed, raising up one of his bony arms in time to block the strike with the darkened claws of the Seal, the crazed, grinning grimace of Mars, for perhaps a second or two, coming to stare into the deep, eyeless sockets of his opponent's skull, two dull, glowing red orbs returning the stare before dashing back, his eyes locked on the demon that, through his actions, had awoken not just the Seal's curiosity, but also his seemingly endless lust for combat. "Ohhh ... a wooorthy opponent amongst the paaawns in someone's gaaaame?", the Lord of War would cock his head to the site, the growling, demonic voice clamoring from the God of Ishgar's mouth. "Fine. Then yooouuu shall beee ... my preeeyyyy". Of course, the Second Seal was not just referring to Phenex, but the 3 other demon generals as well. They were his for the taking, and he would not tolerate anyone's interference.

A broad, toothy grin showing row upon row of canine teeth, the Lord of War drew back his arms in anticipating excitement, his irises bursting with magical aura that radiated outward, giving them still the appearance of burning charcoal. The demonic presences all around served only to intensify the Seal's hunger for blood, whipping him into a frenzy that was, to this day, unparalleled within the creature. Something within him reacted to the demonic, harmonized with it, resonated with the deeply unholy power, the blood coursing through Mars', and by extension, Johann's veins, beginning to boil with the overwhelming disdain he could no longer contain within his form. Oh, this would be a fun brawl for sure.

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Word Count Total: 3.454 / 6.250

Okay, it appeared that the big ones - the 10 larger demons that surrounded the big show - were taking actions on their own. That was brilliant, because then it would just be easier for the group to take them down individually. Mura simply shook off the magmatic presence around him with a single stroke by his spirited katana, in which he was exposed in front of several demons who wanted to avenge their fallen. He had to approach one of the ten demon links himself in order to draw out the big demon, but it would take a while before that happened. The demons were furious and losing confidence and courage, while Mura’s smirk only raised a little more by Johann’s words of acceptance to the challenge. This should be enough motivation for the God of Ishgar, so he could consider the demon links pushed to a corner with such a power on his side.

He, too, had to do his best. The Battle Control was remotely controlled by Kyuken and Zirconis, his two trusty spirit pals, but in the meantime, Mura heard the call slash warning from the blonde Ruvel lad; he had a protective spell ready, and it would set off some kind of wide-spread attack in less than 10 minutes. As awesome as that would be in situations like these where you had to take down armies in haste, Mura was troubled by the time limit. He had to hurry, and he had to pull himself together… it wasn’t exactly new to him, no no, but it always put some worry in his head to think that what felt like a light-based bomb was about to set off could envelop him if he didn’t hurry. That was a prowess to be expected from another Wizard Saint… he felt envious of their potential. Both Johann’s and Ruvel’s.

Mr. Terumi was the only guy that Mura didn’t recognize. He must’ve been a WFTC associate who rivalled them all in magic prowess, and he resembled Johann the most in many ways. Mura’s Battle Control was swinging around wildly, cutting through every hostile demon trying to jump or catch him off guard in vain. As relaxing as this type of combat was - he literally had nothing to do - Mura remembered Ruvel’s words and decided to advance towards one of the bigger demons. And that required some preparation…

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Yup, this was the Underworld. While Kyuken’s soul suddenly harbored Mura’s body all alone contra when they both shared the body like always, which broke down the Battle Control and restored it into a purely dragon-esque form with dragon heads for gauntlets and wings - Mura’s soul had travelled into its very core where his magic originated. He found four doors; a green door with emerald decorations, a bluish door with metallic decorations, a gate enveloped in vines and molten rocks along with steams of water and a gate with ferocious monsters’ heads stoning out as statues along with the faces of dreadful inhabitants immortalized on the marble door. These gates usually represented his gates to Magic and how Mura had categorized them, and they also served as direct links to knowledge hidden within his magic. This one, specifically, would contain knowledge about these demons if he was lucky… and that was his plan to find out in order to ready himself for whatever demon general wanted a piece of him.

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One of them was deemed mentally unstable for a demon. Mura decided to face that one as he eyed the two tall WFTC wizards and their respective opponents. Those large demons must’ve been intrigued by the battlefield… shouldn’t Mura try and go for the big one… nah, he promised. He should at least keep his promise if he didn’t want Johann’s darting eyes on him.

Upon landing on a cracked part of the surface that spread out on the deserted field of all the events, Mura slowed down and began walking towards the figure. Sol’s and Johann’s magic could be heard in the distance, but Mura’s eyes were all on one of the more unnerving, minor builds of the ten demon generals; despite lacking the titan sizes assumed earlier, this one just planted an unsettling feeling in the shaman’s heart for a brief moment. This one was called Beelzebub if he remembered correctly, and Mura had never encountered a demon like this one before. That didn’t matter much, because he knew how to approach killing machines through experience over several years…

Beelzebub turned around to eye the Wizard Saint who approached it with an intention to fight. That much was clear given how Mura grabbed his cloak and flung it off just to let it flap away in the wind. “Well, salutations. Let’s keep the honorifics at a minimum, demon-san…” he greeted in which a growl was returned, “And when you meet Hades down in the Underworld, say thanks from me.” The demon cracked its tube-like head and hissed: “Make no mistake… you’ll be the first to fuel my belly.” Sort of like a monster from a horror movie, its movements were at first vague and very imbalanced, almost robotic. Then, it took up speed and suddenly darted towards the shaman.

Purple dots lit up on Mura’s left side from shoulder to belly button. A helmet manifested above his head, lifted down by transparent hands until it sat firmly on his skull and turned the Onmyōji invisible in front of the demon general. It had to brake its tracks before trying to sniff out his presence, stampeding the floor with rage by the sudden maneuver. Its roars were definitely louder than ever heard before. “COME OUT AND FACE ME!!!” it roared in anger, but Mura took his time sneaking up behind it and readying a Halo Blade attack onto its back. The demon was taken by surprise as auric energy escaped its body by the spell of his. It was forced forward and landed on its head, rolling a few rounds before braking on the floor and having to pick itself up slowly. The aura lost from its body made Mura’s somewhat detectable for a moment, though…

WC: 1029
TWC: 2598 + 1029 = 3627

Now out of the confines of his restaints in his vessel the forth seal instantly shifted from seemingly wild to calm instantly, his face went from fierce to bored and calm as he eyes shifted across the enemies around him and he cracked his neck slightly.”Much better its been a long time” he said more to himself then to others as he suddenly made the shadow portal kick out his holy blade. Despite the blade being made for Sol since Nox inhabited him he had access to the blade as well and the blade glowed a brilliant blue as it sensed no anger at all from the Horseman of Death. Nox moved towards another of the demon generals that was approaching Ruvel and as some of the lesser demons suddenly stepped in front of him. Without even changing his expression the Seal suddenly slashed forward fluidly cleaving the 3 demons before him into two pieces each before flicking the blade to the side and making the blood splatter from the blade to the ground leaving the crystal like blade pristine again.

The demon general turned his attention towards Nox before it smirked. It easily stood at 9 feet tall and held a what looked like a cross between a short sword and a cleaver before speaking.” Huh I thought the runt covered in light would be the easiest target but I wont turn down an easy meal in front of my the great Gulara” it said as Nox simply looked at the monster. It was taller then him for sure with a large belly but it was easy to see muscle under it as well and the demon seemed rather full of itself.”That blades puny I bet my sword can break it with ease then we can march forward and take over the rest of this land” Gulara said as it suddenly swung its blade down aiming to cleave the fourth seal in two. However Nox suddenly brought his sword up and easily blocked the blade with his sword not even taking a scratch and the cleaver sword taking a nice ding in the edge. The Seal looked at the General with bored and unimpressed eyes.”Your overinflated sense of purpose overrides your common sense” Nox said his tone matching his look as he held the blade steady.

“you act boastful thinking its going to scare or impress someone but the simple fact of the matter is I don’t care, to me your no different then anyone else so I offer you a moment to consider how insignificant I find you” the Horseman said with disinterest in his voice.the demon Gulara felt its pride become hurt and enraged that such a small creature would write him off so simply.”YOU ANT I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO BY A LESSER BEING!” it roared taking another swing but Nox was ready, he had formed a spike of godslayer poison as he raised his hand up and while the demon swung to the side the Fourth Seal brought it down and caused a massive curtain of black poison to drop down and engulf the general which made the swing stop midway thru and as the shadows lifted Nox didn’t even look as the general was brought to a knee by his attack but suddenly the fourth seal felt pain as the blood of the demon had suddenly levitated and shifted into needle spears which impaled the possessed Vice President. While Nox took a step back his face however had not shifted it remained impassive as the seal kept his emotions in check.

“Ha I got you Bastard how do you like that, gah why do I feel so muddled?!” Gulara asked as the poison sank in and Sols body slumped a bit before Nox started to pulled the blood spears from his body.”Are you finished I have better things to do that to babysit a child throwing a temper tantrum?” he asked his tone still lacking interest and the wounds on his body closing though the damage remained.”But..But how you were impaled in multiple deadly places no human or creature should have been able to survive that” the general exclaimed before Nox Sighed exasperated.”to explain to you would be a pointless waste its time for you to go back to the shadows” he uttered before he suddenly shot forward and slashed at Gularas legs and caused the demon to drop to its knees and it wasn’t even able to react due to the poison coursing thru its system. As it hit the ground it suddenly felt two more slashes on its arms severing tendons and causing the general to let go of its blade and for both arms to drop lifelessly to Gularas sides.”so this is as far as I go” it said before Nox delivered another slash that severed the demons head from its body and then flicked his sword to get rid of the blood before moving towards the generals and Mars Location. As he got closed he heard Mars getting ready to go wild and declared the group his prey as Nox resisted the urge to facepalm at his fellow seals antics. “Mars Don’t play with them and get this done quickly” he said simply as he impaled a demon behind him. The Fourth Seal was not here to enjoy himself and not to play around. He was awake but he wanted this finished so he could talk with Mars and perhaps find out the situation concerning the others. For now it seemed he was in a warzone and he had no choice but to deal with the situation at hand and the sooner this was finished the better in his opinion.as a few more demons surrounded the Seal Nox simple glanced at them and he readied his blade once more, so far it seemed that Mars and Mura were both doing well taking out the demons but they needed to finish this fast or Ruvels magic was going to hurt everyone on the battle field.


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Shindara watched silently from the shadow of his young summoner as it had seemed a challenge had been issued from the Fairy Tail mage to one of his summoner's colleagues. At this point he had to wonder if he was doing this because he had something to prove after what had happened at the tournament in Magnolia but a short time before. He still didn't understand why creatures seemed to find the need to fight but then he came from a realm where only the strongest survived so he guessed it was kind of like that here, then again he also then wondered about his summoners fate. Ruvel physically would be easily taken out by people and so that is why he had made contracts with many of the summons he had out of desperation, they had taken full advantage of this and sometimes given expectations of their contracts that no one in their right mind would agree to. Ruvel did indeed have a sharp mind but it was still the mind of a scared little boy who didn't want to return to the darkness of his past. Due to this bent over backwards to please the summons that should have showed him more respect than they did.

The elder prince had extremely acute hearing but given the noise and distance away he only picked up the odd word that was spoken here and there, knowing that Ruvel would want to know what was going on all he could tell him was that a challenged had been offered and accepted between Johann and Mura. This made the youth sigh as this wasn't exactly the time or place for such things given their opponents but at the same time he knew a little friendly competition never done anyone harm so was more than willing not to interfere with their fun. Ruvel had moved his eyes to what seemed to those in command of this hellish legion knowing if they were defeated then there was a good chance that the rest of the forces would flee. He was unsure if this would be what the elder men would want but at the end of the day they were there to do a job not to have a play date with each other, there would be time enough for that later when they weren't knee deep in demons and possessed humans from what he could gather.

He had noticed that while the demons where talking it hadn't stopped the elder of his three aces dashing forward to take first strike, it seemed like this was more his forte anyway, he seemed to love a good fight more so if it was a challenge. As he wasn't a warrior himself he didn't see the appeal but so longs the others were happy who was he to rain of their parade. That of course would change however if he found that they were making foolish or stupid mistakes that could put them in danger for no reason. None the less the youth could tell it was going to be one of 'those' jobs that was going to give him a headache sooner or later, so he just wanted it over sooner than it could kick in. He could only watch as Johann or the one he helped free within his body it would be more accurate to say thanks to his own fumbling around with the runes that had created the cage of the seal met up with the monstrously hideous demon. He didn't understand a single word that the opponent or the keeper of balance were saying to one another, the one thing he did know was the demon seemed to have built himself up and that would be his downfall as he knew one thing of his own second in command and that was he was no pushover.

Shindara with a bit of trouble heard what the demon called himself, title and all but managed and translated to Ruvel so he knew what was going on, the youth's eyes narrowed this surprised the elder void prince as this was a side he had never seen from his summoner. On asking him what was wrong Ruvel shook his head letting his summon not to worry it felt like something on an instinctual level. The elder prince had no idea what he meant by that but he felt like he shouldn't push right at that moment for answers, it could have been any number of reasons he was feeling like this such as the magic that had awoken in the facility, the arch demon that was bound within him starting to stir once more or the thing that had been sealed within him since before he was born. Whatever it was the summon knew it wasn't anything good and would rather not be on this side of the youth if he could help it. It was also clear to the youth the demonic general wasn't happy to be attacked, what was he expecting for them to stand still and let themselves be hit? Yeah that wasn't about to happen for any of them that was for damned sure, they were all strong on their own merits and they managed to get as far as they did because they decided not to be idle targets for the enemies that they fought.

His gaze soon went back to the fairy tail mage known as Mura, they had some interactions in the past but the mage was still somewhat a mystery to the youth and that wouldn't change until he could grow up so to speak and talk to him as a normal person. He had nothing against Shindara or another summon being a translator, just he knew that some people didn't want their minds invaded for any reason and he respected that, just right now that wasn't able to happen as much as he would have preferred it. He continued to watch from within his light tomb biting his bottom lip he didn't like the scenes that was unfolding in front of his eyes when it came to the possessed humans, he wanted to call out to the fairy tail mage not to kill them but at this point he wasn't even to sure if they where even human anymore. Even if they where there was no way to stop what was about to happen they had attacked at the orders of their 'masters' and felt his skin crawl as it to close to home for the youth. The elder prince picked up on it and tried to ease his young summoners soul but he knew it fell on deaf ears, he knew that it was understandable but it worried him as he seen the light in the light tomb created by the youth waver. He wanted to close his summoner's eyes but with so much light he would severely harm himself so couldn't even help that way. There was so much that he could do at this point as much as he wanted to do.

Closing his eyes he focused on Mura alone 'I am sorry for entering your mind spirit guider but this hits a little to close to home. He wishes to put an end to it quickly.' he said feeling the discomfort of the spirit user, to be honest he couldn't blame him he had no idea just how bad this was going to be for any of them. If he could buy more time he would but it would be ten minutes if they were lucky but it could be far worse if the light tomb took to much damage then it would set it off sooner. He knew if that happened sure it would be weaker but it would still be dangerous, to add to that he had just no idea the backlash it would have on his summoner as he had never got to the end point of using this spell as far as he knew. The void prince had placed his hand on the shoulder of his young summoner to help remind him he wasn't alone in this while he had been speaking to Mura and the fluctuation of the shield seemed to stop which gave little ease to the summon. Feeling the envy of the fellow wizard saint made the void prince chuckle a little as could be heard within Mura's mind as he had yet to widen his range once more though still very aware of everyone else around them. 'There is no reason for you to feel like that you know, you have your own potential that will show itself when the time is right.' He sent to the fair tail ace. It was true that he didn't have to do such an action he knew it would have been something he would have done for his own summoner had he felt doubt in his own abilities and wanted the mage to know he had his own strength that had yet to awaken within him.

Once he had finished saying this he had stopped focusing on Mura alone so he could once again communicate with everyone if needed, it was then he realised the conversation that had happened between Mura and the second seal and shook his head. Of course Mars wanted the big one he always enjoyed a good fight 'Just remember, his light magic is demon slayer meaning if you don't get to the general soon he will likely be hurt and you won't get to play as much as you'd like.' he sent to Mars unsure what would happen with the threat of his most wanted chew toy being damaged before he could get to it. Then again he had the feeling that the seal would just heal him if needed so he could get the most fun, after all it hadn't been the first time he had done it within a fight and with one of the people within their current party too. Then again that was a different set of circumstances but the seal of war wasn't predictable about what he would do if he couldn't get the fight he wanted the summon surmised, so that would be something interesting to watch one way or another. He just hoped that it wouldn't come to bite them all in the ass as pride always came before the fall but then he also knew that the seal wasn't prone to making stupid mistakes and with the bond with his young summoner he knew the seals counter part wouldn't allow any harm to come to his summoner which he was glad about.

As time passed on Ruvel closed his eyes concentrating on his own attack, he had no idea that this was going to tire him so much but the elder summon suspected something. The attack he was currently using was draining his life force if that was indeed the case then it would mean that every moment this spell was up it was taking precious time off his life. The thing is his summoner seemed so serene as if he knew something that the summon himself couldn't see and that worried him, he believed he knew his summoner inside and out but then he knew everyone within his range inside and out even if he didn't comment on it. Right now however it seemed as if their was a piece missing and it didn't sit well with him, only time would tell what was going on and if needed he would scold later but right now just wasn't the time with everything going on. His eyes went back to where the shaman had once been and seen how he had approached another of the controlling demons, after what had seemed to be a small conversation between the two the fight started it was hard to believe just how fast the two were going but he was witnessing it first hand it was definitely something to hold in awe.

The summon's indigo eyes went to the third male that was in the distance, it seemed like he to was like the second seal with another entity bound within them. He had to wonder just how many of these people were out there and feared if his summoner was also a vassal to one of these entities. His summoner was fragile and was within a world he knew nothing of and untrusting of it as if it was his enemy. He couldn't exactly blame him on that front as he didn't know anyone who could go through what he had in such a short amount of years and come out unscathed, still progress had happened he just hoped he'd continue going forwards and nothing would force him to revert. The summon's eyes went to the left ankle where he knew a bunch of unexplained runes sat, this was a mystery to even himself as his summoner didn't know what they were to him they had always just been. It was something to ask the second seal at another time he guessed hoping he would say it had nothing to do with the ones like him but he didn't believe he'd be so lucky for some reason.

Right now the elder void prince wanted to grab his summoner and just hide him, he wanted him to have nothing to do with seals or this horrid world but that wasn't for him to decide. It wasn't exactly like he could take him to his home realm, they were sensitive to light and his summoner was a walking manifestation of the element. He would place everyone in danger so until he could find a better solution he had to help him as much as he could, hoping those around them would protect him when they weren't around to do the task. That also meant dealing with seals however and that made the immortal anxious beyond belief. He watched quietly as Sol's side took over it seemed to be much calmer than it had the last time it had revealed itself but still it was a threat he wanted gone. He wanted to do it himself but his duty right now was to his summoner, he knew the youth wouldn't allow harm to come to the elder male that held position of one of the powers within his guild. It would leave a power vacuum for one, another thing would be that there would be to much paperwork and then they would have to explain the sudden disappearance. Where this didn't exactly bother him, he wouldn't be the one having to deal with the aftermath the others of his summoners guild would and that included his summoner himself.

He seen one of the general's getting close with some of his minions, he knew while the light tomb was up there was nothing else his summoner could do and he couldn't move into that much light, it would be like committing suicide. This was something he would rather avoid as he didn't feel like dying nor did he want his young summoner to feel the guilt of having killed one of his summons. Then there was the anger and who knew what else that would have come from his family aimed at Ruvel for doing nothing wrong. He and Amuul both understood the risks of becoming summons to a being such as Ruvel and had done it anyway because they believed he needed to know there where others like him in a sense. The even hoped that they would eventually find trust in people but even now that seemed a far off goal, then again he had opened up to three people even if it was barely it was still a step in the right direction. As much as the void prince held a distaste for those who were changed into his race he was glad that he was there, there was no way he could use his own abilities when there was to much light around. 'Thank you for the assist.' he sent to Sol though he could already feel the difference in energies. On hearing the yelling his eyes instantly turned back to his summoner as he flinched the shield yet again fluctuating he understood his summoners fear and wished he could console him but he knew right now it would just fall on deaf ears. It was then he moved his hands from his summoners back to his ears hoping to at least block out some of the noise of the outside world but had no idea just how effective this would actually be, still he needed to try.

As the fight between the fourth seal and the demon general continued, the void prince noticed that some of the humans had started banging on the shield, it wasn't exactly anything to bad at least at the moment but he could tell that they were being hurt by it. This left Shindara with only one thought, they were no longer human, they had been transformed into lesser demon at worse and at best they were possessed. Whichever way it was he already knew given their lack of thoughts the people they had once been were gone and ending them would be the kindest thing for them. 'Kill the humans too, the shield is hurting them it means they are demons or are at least demon touched. They will not return to who they were.' he notified the three other men keeping his summoner out of the loop as he knew that he would want them to try and find another way. Where this was an admirable thing it was currently a stupid way of doing things as it would put them in danger. By the time he looked up it seemed as if the fourth seal had already taken swift care of the demon general that had been encroaching upon the youth, that was one less thing that he had to worry about at least 'If you could take care of those banging on the shield, I doubt anyone wants this going bang before it should.' he said to Nox hoping that he would deal with the trash watching as the shield not only became stable once more but got slightly brighter, that only meant one thing and that was it had become stronger.

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The broad grin on Mars' face remained, his glowing oculars locked on the demon before him, his body barely able to contain his frenzy. He thirsted for the blood of this creature, the blood of all the demons on this battlefield, and this Phenex, as the thing called itself, would not be able to stop him. He would destroy them. He would destroy them all, kill them, tear them apart, scatter their bones across the Cursed Lands, destroy them where they stood. Nothing would stop him, nothing would-. His thought was interrupted by the demon now making his own move, the skull opening its beak. The magical energy within the monstrous demon general grew quickly, and, in what appeared like a few blinks of an eye, had already reached critical levels shortly after, Phenex releasing a blast of wind just a moment later. The Seal was ill-prepared, only managing to avoid the attack by momentarily maximizing his acceleration and reappearing towards the demon's flank, gritting his teeth as the attack slammed into the ground with impressive force, scattering dust and dirt high up into the air. The Lord of War had not expected perfection of magic to such a degree from the demon general. It appeared like, in his rage, he had underestimated his foe. Still, his goal remained unchanging. "Well, well, well, who's laughing now, mortal?", Phenex was quick to taunt the Second Seal. "Finally, you witness my true strength! Rejoice, mortal, for my power shall be the last thing you see before I-" "Shut up". Mars interrupted the creature, his brows narrowing. "What? How dare you?!". As mentioned before, Mars cared little for conversation with what he considered as lowly beings, unholy beings, creatures that contradicted the grace and light of his father. They had to be wiped out, not spoken to.

"I haaaave had enough of youuur incessannnt babble. Youuur time has cooome". Initially, the demon appeared like he wanted to respond, cocking its head to the side, but seemingly deciding against it, instead opening its beak and firing another blast of pressure at the Second Seal once more. The same strick wouldn't work a second time. Mars dodged to the side with his own mind-boggling velocity, the attack slamming into the ground again. It didn't stop the demon general from continuing. He shot out once, twice more, the first of the two crashing into a cliffside some distance away, rock and rubble falling to the barren ground, the other strike just striking true. The burst of pressurized air slammed into the Seal's side, spinning him around and twisting his arm with an audible crack of breaking bone and ripping muscle. The pain was sharp and immediate, but nothing Mars hadn't dealt with before, pushing on, to the general's professed confusion, surprise, and dismay. The mortal proved to be exceptionally obstinate, but how dangerous could he truly be? He was just a mortal mage, of course, and now injured at that. Certainly in no way a match for a demon general, Phenex thought. Still, Mars had gotten close, too close for the Phenex's comfort, but ... a blast from this close couldn't possibly miss, the demon releasing, in an instant, another blast, anticipating a direct hit and thus the end to the battle for the mortal facing him. And yet, the desired hit failed to occur. In fact, Phenex couldn't see the Seal at all. He had been before him just a second before, how could he just-

Phenex had no chance to react, Mars spinning around in the air just above his target, stretching his undamaged hand down, the runes on the extremity glowing in a deeply corrupted purple for just a moment before, with a massive crash, Mars unleashed a massive ray of darkness, the attack tunneling straight down. Unfortunately for Phenex, the spell obliterated everything in its path, destroying the demon general's upper torso and head, Mars coming to a grinding halt on the ground beside the creature as a massive spray of charcoal blood erupted from the demon's body, it's lifeless, limp carcass slumping over, unmoving, and now forever lifeless. "Oh? It seems like Phenex has been defeated", a voice rang out within the 3 remaining generals. "Phenex got what he had coming. He was an arrogant fool. It was bound to happen ... sooner or later. At least he got us valuable information". "Hmh. Seems the initial impression was wrong". "So ... who will face the mortal next? If none of you desire to step forth, I shall be the one to end his life and avenge Phenex". "Do what you have to, Ifrit". "Have it your way". "Very well", the last voice concluded confidently, Mars already on his way to his next target, dashing through the battlefield around them. The metallic shifting of weapons could be heard from all around, the ground trembling as hundreds, thousands of feet marched, the Seal still only having eyes for one foe, the next of the demon generals.

Ifrit, as the demon called himself, had taken position between what he presumed to be a mortal mage and his own master, the demon lord leading this army, to intercept the insolent fool who had pushed so far ahead of his comrades and finish him off once and for all. Oh, and finish him he would. When he would be done with the mage, Ifrit already anticipated it with glee, the other would be broken beyond repair, his mangled form begging for death. From the Seal's perspective, as he dashed through the horders, he would suddenly find himself confronted with another demon, though this one already had been more grotesque in appearance than the last one, a skeletal warrior standing before the Lord of War, flame and heat radiating from his body. The effect of the aura was considerable, Mars feeling the heat on the runed skin of the vessel despite being a good distance away. His interest was piqued. "Anooother challengeeer ariseees to face meeee ... saaay, demon, whooo might youuuu beee?", the Seal's own demonic growling echoed through the space between them, the skeletal head looking up from underneath the burning armor. "Greetings, mortal. You are the one who destroyed Phenex, I take it?" the voice resonating from the demon was hoarse, rusty. "My my ... he was truly an idiot for letting you pass. In any case, your rampage ends here, mage. Step forward and you will be incinerated to ash, but beg for your life and offer it to our Lord, serve him, and you will be spared. A fair offer, is it not?". Mars grin widened, his eyes narrowing. An offer such as this one was not just offensive to the Lord of War, who's sole purpose was to eradicate the demons he was facing now, no, it was humiliating. The sheer implication that there was a chance this prospect could potentially occur was an affront. No, the creature had to pay.

Mars was ready to tear the demon general asunder, dashing forward only to be met with harsh pain a few steps in, immediately jumping back. His skin was burned in places, the clothing on his body displaying singed spots where the fabric had turned darker than the rest of the white. The heat near this thing, this monster was sheer unbearable. He would burn up before he even got close. This definitely was a nuisance. "Weeeell ...  a neeaat little triiiick you haaave there ...", Mars grinned with unchanged expression, promptly raising a hand. Within his grasp, a swirl of liquid metal materialized that took the shape of a long, needle-like projectile, hardening into a tangible shape before, with a downwards swing, it was released towards Ifrit at blinding speed. The demon's reaction was instant, swinging his sword. The swing was simple, yet released magical pressure that surprised even Mars, a sea of flame, a storm of fire shooting forth and meeting the projectile mid-air, the metal splashing to the ground ineffectually, liquified in but a moment. Mars grit his teeth. The aura of annihilation this creature commanded possessed a power that was far exceeding logical bounds. Still, if that was the case ... the Lord of War simply had to counter with his own, right? Raising a hand once more, a small crack would open up in the space above the demon who had noticed the shift of magical energy, looking up wordlessly. Within seconds, the crack would open up, forming an orb of pure negative energy above him, the black hole beginning to perform its purpose, sucking in the heat, the flame, the air and even fragments of the very ground they stood on, annihilating all matter it touched. This spell would take care of Ifrit's flame, and once that was done, it would be easy to simply-

Mars' thoughts were interrupted by a heavy fist slamming into his side, the Lord of War ripped off his feet and launched away by the massive force of the impact, the black hole promptly fading away. Mars, after a few seconds of skidding across the dusty dirt of the Cursed Lands, came to a crashing halt, rising up to lay eyes on the new foes that had appeared, the other two demon generals named Alastor and Orcus. "Looks like we came just in time to save you, Ifrit", the extremely deep, beast-like voice of Alastor spoke. "Like we had not learned our lesson after losing Phenex", the other, softer, yet determined voice of Orcus made followed up. Ifrit remained silent. "Come oooon, 3 agaaaainst 1. Is thaaat really faaair? Tssehehe ...".

Mars wouldn't be able to catch a break. With extreme speed, considering his hulking form, Alastor had rushed forward and driven his fist into the Seal's gut, slamming him to the ground. Following up was Orcus who had found his way over when Mars still damaged from the attack, the Lord of War's limbs freezing in place. "Bloood Magic hmmm?", he commented, his crazed grin on the demonic general calling himself Orcus. "This is your end, mortal". It was the only response Mars would get as behind him, a massive spike of earth would rise from the ground, piercing his chest in an instant without any chance of Mars or Johann blocking the attack, a splatter of blood erupting from the vessel's mouth and the open, gaping hole in his chest where his heart had been as the spike retracted back into the earth. The demon generals seemed satisfied with themselves, Orcus and Alastor turning to Ifrit. "Let's get going, we have a planet to conquer". For either Mars or Johann, this would be the last thing they would hear. The world around them slowly turned black, their vessel growing numb. "W-wait", the voice of the VP would weakly speak out from the vessel's mouth. "T-this can't ... be ...". He attempted to raise an arm to right himself, but the limb wouldn't move. Slowly, his eyes grew dull, cold and grey, before finally closing. Mars, Johann, the vessel remained there, lying in a pool of its own blood, unmoving, silent.

Dead.

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Beelzebub had risen up a little shaken by the attack, but Mura quickly noticed the demon’s defensive attribute; he had covered his vital parts in his shiny, nigh impenetrable skin like a turtle. The shaman simply rose his sword up once more, not letting this defensive technique slow him down in any way. The demon, however, found confidence in his ability to protect himself and thus bloated out: “You’re funny, little boy… but I can take your spells, and you’ll run out of mana.” It seemed as if not even spirit magic could penetrate his skin… so the defensive trait was extremely efficient in terms of magical resistance. In response, Mura spread out his arms in a sort of surrendering fashion - and I kid you not, Beelzebub fell for it! Watching the shaman symbolically give up or at least drop his guards, the demon leapt out to maul his head off. Not noticing that Mura was still holding both Harusame and Futsu no Mitama, the shaman moved inhumanly and found all the fleshy spots that the demon hadn’t covered in his impenetrable skin. In a flash, all those areas were cut to pieces with green, acidic blood splashing out.

The demon landed on its feet behind Mura in a defeated position, its knees touching the ground and full of exhaustion. It was defensive, that was its focus area, but it lacked speed, and Mura took the advantage of that. Minimal movement were sufficient to cut targets thanks to Kyuken’s influential sword skills channeled through Mura’s Spirit Bind Magic, so he could take the demon by surprise. Acid had hit the shaman’s face and clothes, and he got burn marks on his forehead, cheek, chest and right arm. The pain, however, was quickly pushed out of his mind as he still had to stop the demon from making a surprise ambush from its surrendering position.

It was in a very weak state. Clearly not nearly as strong as its brethren, this demon must’ve gotten here because of its skin whose defensive plus and advantage Mura quickly nullified before any of his own weaknesses were exploited. However, as he lifted up Harusame to land the finishing blow, the blade cracked from rustiness and erosion - a very bad time to break down, but Mura hadn’t taken care of Harusame for a while up until today. It… it shocked him. It scared him so much that he rapidly tried to bend it back with his metal magic, while Beelzebub simply laughed at him from his bleeding state. “R-Really? A rusty, weak sword of yours… t-the leader will end you w-with ease…” Mura found it too annoying at this point, usually unusual for a patient guy like him, and he cut off the demon’s tone permanently with a single swing by Harusame that burnt the demon’s soul away and sent it straight to the Underworld where the shaman’s ancestor ruled.

There were still a few minutes left. The acid had dealt a significant amount of damage, so Mura decided to heal that up. Since the big guns had entered the battlefield, he did notice a decrease in minor demons roaming around, and even their human thralls were standing away from the big fights. Mura’s black magic, albeit inherited, always emitted a terrible and accursed aura. Even though Mura had long taken care of its effects on his own body and soul, thus making the magic his own alone to use without repercussions - which took quite a while, mind you - he still smelled the aura’s scent of dread and dead souls. It was as if the very black magic itself was powered by the dead souls.

He heard the voice inside his head again. It was Ruvel’s familiar who was speaking to him ever so friendlily. Mura rose a smile and channeled back - yes, he knew how to given that Sorano used to communicate with him the same way: ’I understand…’ He then heard the familiar talk about Mura’s previous jealousy projected as a mere mumble, a thought passing by like many others, but still loud enough for the two of them to hear from that far. It was terrifyingly sharp heard of them, but also a tad awkward. He was assured by the friendly summon that his potential would show itself when the time was right, and he was needed to agree with that. It was the only way to deal with the impatient feelings of insufficiency, however. Things had gotten Mura used to spontaneous events that he had to align himself to, especially events that changed the entire picture of his reality. Letting things grow overtime was… something that he needed to accept as well. Was he really that impatient, though?

It was confirmed that Ruvel possessed Demon Slayer Magic, and that his charging spell would be strong enough to hurt the demon lord and cut his life short, preventing any more action to the Saints or the Sinner in the middle of the battlefield. Mura charged at the direction of the demon lord, but he had to pass by a lot of dust. This was where Johann was fighting two other demon generals, and Mura would’ve done smarter in lowering his speed, so that he could hear and process the words…

‘This is your end, mortal’

He didn’t realize the corner that his fellow Saint and God of Strength had been pushed to until it was too late. The dust settled only to invite Mura to a scene with a thick floor covered in blood and crumbled rocks, two demon generals having their backs turning at him as well as the dying breath of his friend in front of his feet. His eyes widened, and his feet transported him closer to the corpse as he laid a hand on his bleeding chest.

It was… such a futile action of Mura’s. The man was dead.

They did him dirty. Even if this was a war, ganging up was… and now a superior competitor of his, as well as a beloved friend and guildmate to Ruvel and Terumi was laying on the ground, his blood still pouring up from an empty shell of flesh and skin. It was simply unbearable to witness, and Mura had to stand up and close his eyes for a moment. Just a moment… to process the fact that he was dead. Johann Von Weiss had tasted death, just like the young shaman did years ago…


He… he would have to put that in the back of his mind. However crazy and lunatic that sounded like, why cloud his thoughts in the middle of a fight? Ruvel was still charging up his spell. He counted on the Fairy Tail Wizard too… he could only imagine what the young boy felt. His own feelings, however… yes, he had convinced himself. His eyes were still shut, and the generals turned their faces towards him to continue their mission. Mura’s back was now facing Johann’s corpse as he faced them alone, his own mind fathoming the halls deep in the Underworld. There, Mura was too as a mere spectral projection, holding what looked like chains in his right hand that led towards a darkened corner with runes and damaged tissue on the walls, as well as the sickening grunts and growls of a canine creature.

A huge gate opened up in front of him. It was grey, stoned, and the writings on the frame spelled ‘Κέρβερος’. Once the gate was opened, a three-headed dog the size of a truck leapt out and took no pause nor hesitated an instance in the heat of the battlefield to maul the heads of Alastor and Ifrit, ignoring the fire demon’s fiery flame and Alastor’s massive bull horns as it flung their yet live bodies around like ragdolls. They began throwing spells at the creature, and it fought back even more ferociously. They were taken by surprise, now having to fight a being born and raised in the Underworld, not having seen the enlightenment of day and night skies until today. It was their share… Mura was charging by, his helmet rendering him unseen by any of the demons as he approached the demon lord himself.

An altar had been raised up from the ground, the same stone structure as the dry earth beneath their feet, to hold Johann’s body above the surface. The shaman felt such grief to have lost a strong friend, and Fiore would feel even greater grief to have lost their God of Strength…

WC: 1425
TWC: 3627 + 1425 = 5052

Nox just kept cleaving thru demons with little effort,using the holy blade that Sol had on him and proceeded to bisect a few demons before he suddenly heard a voice in his mind from one of the twins protecting Ruvel that they needed to kill the humans too since they were being hurt by the shield and that meant they they were either Demons or Demon touched and that meant no way back for them. Nox merely nodded and he rushed at the group of humans around Ruvel and were banging on the shield and the Fourth Seal slashed thru the three of them with one quick slash before he saw the remainder suddenly shift their attention to him and leave the light shield alone. And Nox heard the group begging him to spare them and they they had no choice.”We cant stop or we will die we have to kill you” one said while another rushed at the Seal and he side stepped him quickly.”You know we don’t have a choice we had to listen” they said before suddenly being cut off from saying more as Nox plunged the blade thru the slaves back and thru his heart in one go. The slayer then quickly turned and slashed thru the stomachs of 5 more slaves before fluidly bringing his blade up and slashing their throats. As they looked at him with pleading eyes and one that managed to avoid the slash had managed to speak before dieing.

“why? do you feel no regret for this at all?” they asked before Nox shook his head.”Why should I feel regret everything dies sooner or later your time came up early, now let death guide you to your fate” he said simply as he severed the mans head and then turned to speak to Shindara.”That should keep them from the shield for a while though…Hmm” he suddenly saw that Mars was dealing with three demon generals before suddenly the group gained the upper hand on the holder of the second seal and managed to impale him with a jagged spike of earth before it reatracted and suddenly mars and Johann would fall to the ground and Nox would glance back towards Shindara.”Don’t let your summoner know what has happened I will investigate” he explained as he headed towards the area to hopefully find out if Johann was still among the living. However before he could even do that he suddenly felt the ground shake and he then saw why he had felt such a tremor. A large demon was approaching and even as he came into view Nox could feel the magic power emitting from this creature, however before it could do anything the fourth seal suddenly got a sinking feeling in his gut and he glanced towards where Mars was at and something wasent adding up in his head. As a seal he shouldn’t have gone down so easily let alone to a group of demons like this. Nox felt that pit in his vessels stomach grow deeper and he felt the urge to bolt from Johanns body and get as far away as possible.

Despite how they were faring except for Johanns accident Nox was tempted to stay put and keep fighting some of the demons but the nagging feeling he was getting wasn’t going away and he decided it was better to heed this then to ignore it and pay for it later. He turned and dashed away from where Johanns body lay and trying to put as much distance between it and himself as possible. The Seal cut thru most demons in his path and humans not bothering to even try to be merciful as he cut his way thru the army. While he didn’t look winded Nox was having trouble covering distance as more and more demons got in his way as he was rushing away from the body of his former team mate. He could sense something bad was about to happen. His dash was stopped by another demon general stepping in front of him and blocked his sword with a halberd.”ugh I don’t have time for this” he said as the demon spun its halberd and caused dark water to emerge.”Huh from the looks of it that halberd is enchanted with either tainted water or godslayer water either way Im not in the mood to get hung up dealing with you” Nox said as he suddenly lashed out clashed his weapon against the halberd again this time the two fighters ending up in a stalemate as they clashed a few more times only to not do any damage at all. Each time the strike caused the water to splash him and the fourth seal could tell by the smell that it was tainted with poison though thankfully it would not cause trouble for the Seal or his vessel.

“why are you not dropping from my poisoned water spear no one survives even a drop of its poison” the demon questioned before Nox glanced at him with minor irritation in his eyes.”Its because my vessel is immune to many poisons a mistake you wont make again’ he said as he suddenly snapped his fingers and caused tendrils of poison to suddenly sprout from the ground and grab onto the demons limbs before Nox captilized on it and he severed the demon generals hand from his body and caught the halberd before hurling it into the demon face silencing him once and for all. “now I need to keep moving I have a very bad feeling about whats going to happen soon” he muttered as he reached the far end of the battle field where Johanns body was as far away from him as possible and even then he could still see the leader of this invasion still approaching the center of the fighting intent on finishing them off soon.Nox worked on slaying many of the possessed humans and demons so that numbers they had to deal with was severely shortened.


wc- 1,011
total wc - 4,059

Spell:

The elder of the twin princes had been watching everything that had been going on, he had been the one chosen to be the guardian to the young summoner and his translator. This hadn't seemed like a difficult task until they got to the task at hand and realised that it got a lot more difficult for him given that the most effective magic on this task would actually deal an unknown amount of damage to him due to the element imbued within it. The only safe place for him right now was within his summoners shadow but then he knew there was little he could do to help as his own abilities needed shadow, right now he was surrounded by light. He did have a farther reach than what one would expect however he would still have to get through the field of light to use it and there was no way that this would be possible for the void prince. He just hoped that with what was going to go on that when the shield shattered that if his young summoner tired that the others would be able to protect him while he could help him recover. It was indeed a worrying time for the void dweller but there was nothing really that he could do but hope for the best for now.

The elder void price already knew that a battlefield was in no way the best place for his summoner normally due to several issues, now however, it was worse due to the fact he was at current a toddler. A powerful toddler, but a toddler none the less. They knew that this was a bad idea but they also knew that their summoner had to make decisions on his own, for better or worse of himself it was the only way he could and would learn his limits, all they could do was be at his side if he faulted and help him back up along the journey. Then again he also knew that where his summoner was mostly a passive and gentle soul who wanted nothing more than a world of peace that he had a strong conviction on things, he was more likely to prevent Oykai getting on people's nerves while being a reaper than stopping the youth when he had his mind set on something. He seen this as a great step forward however there was also the issue that this could actually backfire as it meant he wouldn't know when to back down.

He didn't know why but deep within his soul he felt a storm brewing, it wasn't something that he could explain and it wasn't something that he could shake. No matter how much training or meditating he done it was always there, it had unsettled him and his twin as they had no idea what was coming they just knew that it would be something that would change how things were. 'Snow maiden, I believe it is time.' he sent to Seyuki alone that caught the summon off guard 'Shindara? What's going on?' she asked him her tone showing concern to the other 'I can't explain it, something is coming... as he is, we don't think he'll survive.' he explained back to her, for a long moment there was silence 'I see, I'll make the needed arrangements. I will say he should likely not go there alone, it will be painful, so let him rest after this as who knows what will happen.' she sent back before going completely silent to deal with the task at hand. He wished he could really say that this was him being paranoid but when they had a feeling like this, that was really never the case.

The fighting continued raging on around the young summoner who had entombed himself in light, which was growing ever brighter, his indigo eyes went to him unlike those around him the youth's mind had been blocked off to him which scared him in a way. It shouldn't have been possible but here he was unable to hear his summoners mind in any way, there wasn't even white noise which he occasionally picked up from others. It was people's way of trying to protect themselves from people invading their minds, problem was it was just more of an annoyance to him and his twin brother Amuul as they still seen everything they just got a bit of a headache. The eldest of the four had wards to protect himself from people invading his mind, it even pushed against their natural abilities, however, the three had sat down and had come to an understanding. Which routes they could take, tell tale signs that it was them so that he had no need to be alarmed and just how far they were permitted to enter, there was also the understanding that if they seen anything they weren't meant to that they would keep it to themselves which they had agreed to as this was their own rules anyway.

The other two males had all the protection of a run down shed with a busted and a rusted lock, he had to wonder how people could live in such a way, this was a realm with people like them, granted they may not have been as strong and could pick and choose unlike them but still it was a terrifying thought. It was one of the reasons they taught their summoner to guard his mind and even guarded it themselves for added protection, of course there was more to this as they knew fine well their summoner couldn't lie and with the large secrets he had to hold thanks to the guild he belonged to and the company he now had seemingly inherited. They came to the conclusion you aren't lying about things if you don't know about them and so this was the defence they put in to protect their summoner and the things that he held dear to him. His own thoughts had been interrupted as his own mind was touched by the shaman of the group, he had no issue with being spoken to this way as it was common within his home realm, speaking via your mouth was seen as strange and unnatural after all. 'You are strong, stronger than you yourself even know and it is this strength that has you protecting your guild and those within it, your home and those of this land. Never forget this, never sell yourself short, doubt breeds weakness...' he informed the other taking a pause for a moment 'All it takes is one second of this and those you care for could pay the price... sometimes this price is a steep one.' he finished glad he could help the other feel some guidance though had no idea just how much it would help him in all honesty.

It seemed like his words seemed to have done some good as the spirit mage seemed to strengthen his own convictions once more, this was a good thing for the void prince to see in another. It was a trait he hoped everyone that entered his summoners life would have, the youth put on a strong front to the world but this was but a mask, in truth he was fragile and one wrong move could make that mask crack and fall revealing the truth behind it. A young scarred boy in a world he knew nothing of and trying to adapt to it because it was expected of him but was crumbling under the pressures of the expectations of his new reality and the wants of others. It was no surprise that he hadn't opened to anyone because he honestly didn't know who he could trust, most wanted something from him and if they didn't they were telling him how things were going to be. Cirven had groomed the youth to take over the company and guild knowing his true age, but he hadn't given his summoner enough time to grow into the new world that was now his. He still hadn't learned how to be a child or teen and was being thrust into being an adult.

The conditioning that the youth had thanks to his upbringing was barely scratched, all it was training from his adoptive brother Cirven and some of the summons, lessons with other summons, learning what was expected to running the guild and company. Then if he wasn't doing any of that he was away on business for the company or trying to make the world a little brighter, it made them a little concerned as there were times they knew he wished to return back to the facility he knew as home. This place tortured and abused him made far more sense to him than what he was now given thanks to that conditioning, he didn't see this as Stockholm syndrome as the youth had entered that place far to early in life to remember anything of his life before that day but then he knew he was challenging the memory as details faded. No, he was acting more like an animal that had been born and raised in captivity that had been set free. He lacked the natural instincts he should have while instincts he really shouldn't have had taken their place, it made an unusual paradox now he thought about it. His summoner was actually quite a passive person, yet, he had been placed in a position of power where he had to act like he was a well adjusted young man; even that was before the magic council had even bothered to give him his title just adding just more pressure to him.

Their was so much going on in the battlefield, several of the demonic generals laid dead the mortals that they had possessed hadn't been released from their fate, instead when their master had died they two ceased to live. It was indeed unnerving for the void prince but he managed to stand his ground if for no other reason than the fact he had no where he could really go at this point. The spell had grown brighter and it made him worry because he knew his summoners secret, the true reason why his magical presence could never be felt. In truth the child that he guarded was unbalanced as he had no darkness within him, without that darkness there would never be balance and without balance well there was no magic, not for the youth anyway. In truth what he was using when he used what others would consider spells was his life force, this is why when he over extended himself his eyes glowed, why he coughed his unusual blood and got badly sick, he stripped years off his already fine life thread with every spell he cast. In honesty he had no idea if the youth knew this or not, it had never come up in conversation and those under contract done their best not to pry into things. This however might be one of the things they would have to pry into, thing was they had no idea if it would do good or bad if they brought it up and he knew nothing about it. It was definitely a difficult situation that was for sure.

The prince watched silently as Sol made quick work of the ones attacking the shield, he could tell that each strike was creating strain on his summoner but there was nothing that he could do to help or strengthen him right now, he was standing in alone in a realm that could take his life at any moment. 'Thank you for the aid' he sent to Sol once again knowing that this wasn't going to end well before long, even if the shield went off early he knew it still held some power and would still do damage to those around especially classed as unholy beings. Shindara's eyes now once again looked at Sol as he spoke about not letting Ruvel know about what just happened, he couldn't help but sigh shaking his head 'That was not a wise thing to say out loud, it was foolish!' he said his tone harsher than it normally would be as he conveyed his message to the dragonic male his summoner's eyes opened before he had a chance to get his hands across his eyes to try and hide what had happened from the youth "Soz zaezayirdh aey-" The young summoners eyes went wide glistening golden tears of light started to fall, even from the distance he was away from everyone, he could see the elder male that he grown fond of being around.

It was then that something inside the youth snapped, he couldn't bare the sight he seen in front of him, he had lost to many people already he couldn't lose him too. His blonde hair got longer and turned white his, his dual coloured eyes turned crimson yet held a silvery hue to them, his ears lengthened his fingers turning into claws. Around his body silver runes could be seen forming as if meant for some unknown purpose, purple mist coming from him, the clothing the youth was wearing also changed from every day clothing into that of a durable cloth and leather fusion. As he stood he was no longer was that four year old child but a fully grown adult male, the previously golden tears vanishing leaving blood like stains under his eyes. Shindara was now frantically trying to get a hold of his cousin Demi as she would likely be the only one who would know how to calm what would happen after this, he was hoping that because that this was done when his summoner was a toddler the aftermath wouldn't be to bad, but this had been the first time he had seen the entity that lay chained and dormant within the youth's spirit show himself.

The first thing that he done was released the light that the tomb had gathered within it, he done this by clicking his fingers, the tomb started to crack before shattering into shards. "Erase..." he said simply, with that one cold word the shards burst out in all directions hitting friend and foe alike, of course it would hurt his allies but then they didn't have the darkness of something unholy and so where it would do damage to them it would be in noway fatal. The three demons that would be standing over Johann's dead body may have not been killed due to the fact the attack not gaining its full strength but it was more than enough to get them to back off from the body of his friend as they yelled out in pain. The now young man walked forward having activating one of the guild spells, to his knowledge it had been the first time that this had happened but he hadn't been with the Keeper of Vice that often on jobs so say if this was indeed the fact. Either way, this time he would be using it to avenge the one who lay dead on the floor.

He moved forward though not using any kind of magical aura, the air around him was not only heavy, but it was angry, it wanted to not only kill those who had hurt the elder male but made them suffer for years to come. "You. Made. A. Mistake." he said a cold heartless grin appearing on his face "Let me educate you." his voice was still dark but held a kind of twisted joy within it, it was like he was about to gain the greatest pleasure out of whatever was going to happen. "We all ready took out one of you who thought they were tough enough to take us on at once." one of the three bellowed before laughing with the other three, it was clear they were injured a smug look appeared on the males voice "He was human... I am not... now..." he stopped in front of them "Come at me with every trick you have, I would be disappointed to take down inferior demons without as much as breaking a sweat." he said his hand going to his arm his shoulder rolling it a little. "Shindara, leave he wouldn't like you harmed." he ordered with that the summon left without a word. As shindara left Ruvel made a distinct set of very quick, very precise hand movements keeping his eyes on the three demons, they laughed not realising what had just happened. For the moment it meant nothing and he knew it, without a word he dashed forward aiming at the demon in the centre first before dashing to the left and right of them. Each time he landed the first hit he left a red marking identical to the one he created in the air.

It was true that Orcas had landed a hit on him and it had pushed him back a few meters and left a red mark on his cheek "Not bad, not bad... my turn." he said laughing once again dashing forward without another word he began a vicious assault on the demon that had struck him. With each blow the others also took the hits, his fist was breaking the skin, sickening cracks in the three happening. He was taking the hits without issue that they landed on him only returning them back further. With one final punch the three collapsed. "Pity..." he said though the blood crimson eyes changed to be dull before once again becoming dual coloured, with a small breath he fell forward changing back to his child like self, he had given everything he had to avenge the one before him but still he feared it wasn't enough 'I'm sorry... I tried.. please forgive me' he thought glistening glowing tears falling from his eyes as he lay their shallowly breathing. What other had done he wasn't ready for and so took a giant toll on his child body.

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