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    Trinity
    Trinity

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    Post by Trinity 3rd September 2019, 2:07 pm

    1451/7000 WORDS
    Trinity
    I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

    It was almost too easy.

    Lots of big things had been happening in Thana’s life recently, and she was more than ecstatic about it. She recently received news that the Magic Council of Fiore had deemed her a Coming Storm, supposedly some title that was given to dark wizards that were on their way to making names of themselves. It was probably meant to be some kind of derogatory term, a way to alert legal mages and magicless citizens alike about dangerous people they should keep away from. But for Thana, and -- she assumed -- anyone else that had ever done enough to bear the moniker, it was definitely a compliment and source of pride.

    What was even better about it was the fact that the Magic Council was still trying to figure out who she actually was. They knew of her, and had gotten some rumors about what she looked like but the problem was they only knew a singular facet of herself. No one in the country had yet to connect her to Aeron or Trinity, the two other “people” that used this body. In either of their guises, she could walk down the street perfectly fine and not have anyone give her a second glance. Granted, she wasn’t quite infamous enough yet for people to recognize her dark haired for either… but that would soon change.

    Today, there was a very special press conference going on at the hall of the magic council. Some political delegates were going to be making a statement regarding the country’s approach to dark mages and how to handle them. For the most part, the country’s leanings were that evil wizards need to be put down and treated like dogs, or thrown away and forgotten in prison. There was even a new guild fully approved by the Magic Council that had every legal right to kill dark mages, and not as a last resort.

    However, the speaker for today’s conference was advocating for a somewhat controversial stance. It seemed this man, a statesman by the name of Archibald VanderBeld, wanted to promote a heavier emphasis on reforming imprisoned criminals in the hopes of giving them a second chance at being productive and trustworthy members of society. It was a compassionate and worthwhile notion. Certainly there were a number of criminal mages in the past that had learned to leave their nefarious ways behind in lieu of more conventional lifestyles. But like in all things, Thana sought to sew chaos. She lived for anarchy, and when she saw an opportunity to disrupt society and bask in some limelight, she took it.

    Currently, she had taken on the guise of Archibald’s personal assistant, a petite little woman with long blonde hair, striking green eyes, and an overabundance of cleavage. A pair of delicate spectacles sat on her nose, and she wore a tight fitting outfit that consisted of a black, high waisted pencil skirt, black nylons and heels, and a crimson blouse who’s buttons were currently opened just enough to give quite the tease of her chest. Clipped to her collar was a picture ID bearing the name Felicity Bates, and she carried a briefcase in her hand.

    Not a single person questioned her identity as she passed through the back halls of the offices behind the auditorium where the actual conference was to be held. Her magic allowed her to look exactly like the real Felicity, who was currently shoved into a custodial closet where Thana had snapped her neck and taken her belongings. Someone was sure to find the body eventually, but by the time that happened it would probably be too late to stop her from what she planned to do today.

    Even those who knew the real Felicity were easily fooled. Resting around her neck was a necklace with a purple gem hanging from it. It was a beautiful piece of jewelry, but not so flashy as to draw any kind of suspicion. Despite this, it was no mere jewel. The item was actually an amulet that she had acquired at some point which held certain magical properties. One such ability was that it gave her glimpses of memories and knowledge regarding whomever she looked upon. As such, she was able to learn enough about those who engaged in conversation with her to successfully ascertain the nature of their relationship to the woman they believed to be Miss Felicity Bates -- or at least, enough to help her keep up the ruse without setting off any doubts.

    After nodding to a Rune Knight that passed her in the hallway, she stepped up to Archibald’s office and knocked on the door. “Senator Vanderbeld?” Thana called, her voice a perfect mimicry of Felicity’s. Without waiting for a response, she opened the door and stepped inside.

    “Ah, there you are, Felicity. I have been trying to find you.”

    “I apologize, Senator. I was indisposed in the little girl’s room.”

    He nodded his understanding and looked back down at his speech, the papers of which were strewn a bit about the desk. “I’ve read over this probably a hundred times to make sure I’m pitching this as best I can, but it still feels like people are going to pass me off as some kind of… criminal lover.” Thana was really only half paying attention to him at that moment. Her slender fingers had reached up to stroke the gem resting on her collarbone as she searched the man for any information regarding their relationship to each other.

    What a surprise, an airy, disembodied voice whispered in her head. Flashes of memories races through her head, giving her images of the two of them seeing one another day in and day out in the office, always working, always professional, always focused on the tasks before them. You managed to find the one politician that isn’t corrupt in some way.

    I know, it’s such a shame, she thought back to the voice inside the amulet. I was at least hoping for some kind of office affair scandal. Maybe I’d have given the man one last lay before he dies. A pity.

    She smiled. “Everything is going to be just fine, Senator. You’ve come this far thanks to your ideals and conviction. The people will hear what you have to say, and even if they disagree they will know your intentions are genuine.”

    Archibald smiled back at her. “Thank you, Felicity. I appreciate that you’re always here to keep me grounded when I want to freak out.”

    “It’s my pleasure, sir. Are you ready? The conference is set to begin in just a few minutes. We should start making our way to the auditorium.”

    “Yes, I suppose we should. Very well.” He neatened up his documents and stood, walking over to a mirror to make sure his attire was straight.

    Thana collected his speech paperwork. “I’ll double check that everything is set up properly for you and meet you backstage.” He nodded dismissively to her as he undid his tie to fix it, and Thana slipped out of the door.

    It didn’t take her long to reach the room, where her badge was checked and she was allowed access to the stage. The room was already filled with the dull roar of seated civilians and reporters that had come to bear witness to the statement. Almost all of them ignored her. State and Council officials tended to appear on and off of the stage getting things prepared, so her presence was of little consequence.

    The podium was a simple item fashioned out of wood that had a couple of shelves in it for storing things one might need during a speech. Thana set the papers of Archibald’s speech on the face of the podium where it would be readily waiting for him, and tucked the briefcase in one of the middle shelves. Then, she went out of her way to make sure there was also a glass of water for him on one of the shelves as well. Once that was done, she took her station at the side of the stage next to the steps leading up and waited until the senator approached.

    The crowd hushed as a different delegate eventually took the stage and announced it was time to begin. The man gave a brief summation of the reason for the meeting before introducing Mr. Vanderbeld and inviting him on stage to give his speech.

    It was time for the fun to begin...
    Please forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.
    IVYLEAF33



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    Mythal Ragnos
    Mythal Ragnos

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    Age : 36
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    First Skill: Kami No Ken Sutairu O Taosu
    Second Skill: Kingdom Darkness Embodiment
    Third Skill: Soul Stone/Trickster's Illusions

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    Post by Mythal Ragnos 7th September 2019, 3:54 pm

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    Mythal wasn’t sure if this was going to result in a riot or not.

    It was almost all hands on deck when it came to this particular event. Several higher ranking Rune Knights had been asked (or rather ordered) by the Magic Council to act as security for the coming press conference. One of the political delegates with ties to the Council was presenting a new, more social constructive idea for how to deal with dark wizards. This Archibald VanderBeld believed that even the worst criminals could be reformed into upstanding, law-abiding citizens. His regiment wasn’t just targeted to people who had caused minor disturbances either; he earnestly believed that even hardened murderers could be saved.

    It was… a really innocent way of looking at the world, in Mythal’s view. While he did appreciate the enthusiasm that the statesman had for the process, he believed it came from a worldview that had never dealt with the muck. Like most politicians involved in the Council and it’s proceedings, VanderBeld was most likely a noble or inheritor of a family name – after all, a surname like that wasn’t befitting someone in a lower class. And perhaps he didn’t put himself on a pedestal because of his upbringing but he certainly didn’t understand how the world worked. Either that or he was horribly misunderstood. Criminals could be reformed, of course – Albafica was one such example of dark wizard that had corrected his ways. And the Darkness King wasn’t personally above giving second chances. But to focus solely on the capture and reformation of criminals was dangerous. It paved the way for several more intelligent parties to abuse the system to avoid capital punishment. And there were those that didn’t deserve it.

    The Rune Knights as a whole seemed split down the middle over the subject as well. But that didn’t keep them from their duties and when the Magic Council brought down an order, it was meant to be followed. Mythal had been one of the unfortunate few to be singled out to participate – apparently Serilda’s duties were required elsewhere and he was to take the lead on the event. It was something he had thought to argue against – not because he felt he couldn’t handle the task. But between the two of them, Serilda had the more… well-behaved Seal.

    Mythal shifted slightly from where he stood, sliding over his shoulder to his back so he was leaning outwards against the doorframe. The constituents, reporters, delegates and other such important figures were walking about the area, talking excitedly to one another. It was actually a bit of a relief to be looked over by the masses for once – it was probably because he was sporting a regular Rune Knight outfit. He’d found a simple yet fitting uniform that matched the rest of the general Knight populace, essentially blending him in with the rest of his soldiers. It was a ruse to keep anyone that may have been overly chatty, or perhaps worse, from noticing he was the one in charge. With the hat pulled down and his hair pulled back underneath it, he didn’t even resemble the normal Mythal people were used to seeing.

    To be fair, he hated it. He was far more comfortable in his own clothes. But given the choice between being noticed and not, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make. He glanced over at the main room, where the statesman would shortly be making his presentation. People were starting to slowly work their way towards the doors, in anticipation for the coming conference. But not as quickly as one might expect – it seemed the promise of hor d'oeuvres and idle chitchat was far more interesting. As he scanned the room, he heard the materialization of magic before he actually laid eyes on the figure that was Lux.

    “Look at you all snazzy and dressed up. Bet Serilda loves a man in uniform,” Lux said, rolling his tongue in insinuation.

    “Not the reason, Lux but thanks for the unnecessary comments,” Mythal responded, uninterested in the Lightbringer’s antics.

    “It’s cool, I get what you’re going for.” And with that, the Seal waved his hand over himself and changed his outfit to that of a perfect replica of a Rune Knight outfit. It would have been convincing if he wasn’t incorporeal. A few people stopped chatting to look over at him, their quizzical looks amusing Lux. He tipped his hat gently to them. “No need to panic, sirs and madams. I am the ghost of Vice Commander Admiral Roland of the General Commanding Squadron. Let’s all have a good time, talk down those pesky dark wizards and then all go out for milkshakes!” The small group nearby grumbled to one another and moved away, flashing glares back at the Lightbringer. Lux turned to Mythal and giggled. “See, I can play the role too.”

    “Ya know, yer the last thing I need right now, Lux,” Mythal growled shaking his head. “How about you just go back into your hidey hole before I force you?”

    “Yeeesh, your panties are knotted today, pal. All that anger and angst is gonna do a number on your body. Well, my body once I get my hands on it.” Lux stood there for a moment longer before he flashed out of existence once more, leaving Mythal alone.

    But the Lightbringer didn’t exact retreat to where he lived. In fact, he had quickly moved himself out of the Darkness King’s eyesight and started to wander the back halls. More Rune Knights were posted back here, all along the doorways and entrances. Upon seeing Lux, most of them rolled their eyes and kept up their positions. At this point, they knew the Lightbringer was more of a pest than anything else – a talking mouth that had no bite. But they weren’t the ones he was looking for, despite his outfit. No, he was far more interested in finding this supposed statesman that had this ridiculous agenda.

    Saving dark wizards. Saving humanity all in all but trying to save the enemy? He simply couldn’t understand it. If they were the enemy, then they had to die. It was moments like this that Lux was reminded why humans were such pitiful, broken creatures. They had all these lines and rules and laws that they tell you not to cross and when you do, there’s supposed to be punishment. But this new guy wanted to not only give them a slap on the wrist, he wanted to help educate the lawbreakers on how to be better and not break laws. “Like giving a crying baby candy,” Lux mumbled to himself. No matter the case, Lux had every intention of trolling the man until he got on stage. It wasn’t like anyone could actually stop him. Plus it would be hilarious if Mythal got in trouble for that.

    But no one looked… statesman-y enough. They all looked like staff workers or Rune Knights. As he came back from the way he came, he noticed one woman preparing the podium. That had to be some kind of personal assistant right? Probably the man’s side piece, if he were to guess. “Hey sugar tits,” Lux said as he approached the blonde assistant while she was preparing the stage. “I’m looking for… uh… damn, what was his name again? Senator… Arch… Archi-blah blah Van WeinerBelt. The guy making the speech. Where’s he at? I have.. uh… I have an important message from the Grand Viceroy of the Rune Knights,” he explained, tapping the metaphysical badge on his lapel. “I’m a Rune Knight. The ghost of one.”





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    Trinity
    Trinity

    1 Year Anniversary- Player 
    Lineage : Avatar of Ataxia
    Position : Warlord of Madness
    Faction : The Luminous Covenant
    Posts : 321
    Guild : Divine Calamity (Co GM)
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    Post by Trinity 20th September 2019, 5:32 pm

    3096/7000 WORDS
    Trinity
    I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

    She turned at the podium when a man addressed her, and found herself facing what appeared to be some sort of ghost. Or at least, that’s what the man claimed he was. He might very well have been able to sell the lie had it not been for Thana’s cheat card.

    He lies, the voice told her. After a pause, he added in a curious tone, Interesting. Very, very interesting.

    Don’t keep me in suspense.

    This creature is a Seal of the apocalypse. A nephilim. He is not a ghost, but a being of pure light. He shares a soul with someone named… Mythal Ragnos, who appears to be the Rune Knight general that is running security today. Lux… Lightbringer… he’s a sucker for praise. Ego is through the roof.

    Thana smiled up at Lux, a genuine look of interest and pleasure on her face despite the fact that most women likely would have reacted poorly to his mannerisms -- particularly the use of the name “sugar tits”. But not Thana, no. The way she gave him a careful eye up and down his form and the mischievous little smirk on her face would entirely give the impression that she found him quite captivating. “Now, why would the great bringer of light need to reduce himself to hiding among us lowly mortals?” she asked him in a low, quiet voice that was sure not to carry past the two of them. The microphone on the podium wasn’t on yet, so the chances of their conversation being overheard was slim to none.

    The voice in her head spoke up again, continuing to feed her information that she had no right to know. The man she shares a soul with… he wants complete control over the man’s body. He has a plan in place to betray him. Darius flashed a couple images and thoughts into Thana’s mind.

    Her smile deepened. “Oh, Lux… you naughty, naughty man,” she breathed. “You’ve crafted quite the scheme to possess your host’s body, haven’t you? And when it’s yours, the rest of the universe will be at your fingertips.” Thana bit her bottom lip a little, barely suppressing her giddiness and slight arousal at the complete chaos the man represented. A quiet hum of a giggle bubbled up from her throat. “Oh, I do look forward to what you have in store. If you succeed, I hope you’ll come find me… I’d absolutely love a front row seat.”

    She turned momentarily back to the podium to make sure everything was in order, straightening the paperwork of his speech and ensuring he had a glass of water available among other things. “As for Senator VanderBeld… why don’t you leave the pestering of him to me? I think you’ll quite enjoy what I have in store for him.” Once she was done, she moved to leave the stage but gave Lux her attention one last time. Holding his gaze, she subtly moved as if to touch him, and he might be surprised to find that for some reason she actually could. Her hands very lightly slid on either of his sides as she stepped almost right up against him with a devious little smirk on her face. “You just go find a spot with a nice view.  Relax, enjoy the show, and don’t worry...”

    Her voice was barely a whisper as she looked up at him. From this close there was no mistaking that her eyes definitely changed color. Vivid emerald eyes had turned to a bright amber gold. “...your secret is safe with me.” She winked at him.

    In a blink, her eyes were green again and she stepped away from him, letting her fingers trail across his stomach as she walked past him off the stage. She was all business as she walked toward some of the government officials that were gathered there and talking amongst themselves, having easily slipped back into whatever persona she had clearly usurped.

    When the time came for the senator to give his speech, he took the podium with as much dignity and poise as any politician was bound to give. The audience was silent as Archibald greeted them and got into the beginning of his speech. There were a number of camera crews set up with lacrimas to record and broadcast the event. The senator started with a brief history of crime in Fiore, detailing with statistics the back and forth rise and fall of crime and arrest rates over the decades, with special attention to the evolution of wizard guilds and of the Rune Knights.

    Overall, a lot of it was positive. He seemed to be in favor of how the Rune Knights were operating, both before and after the change in staff due to the terrible events of Era with the Crimson Fang. He expressed his faith in the organization’s attentiveness to their duties, and knowing that they strove to make the best out of each situation as it came up. But the heart of his message came to the dark wizards themselves. Currently, the fate for most of them was simply to be shut into a prison cell never to be seen again outside of being granted a pardon or proclaimed innocent after due process. However, Archibald felt that there was more that could be done to address these criminals past merely locking them up.

    Thana smirked softly to herself where she stood off to the side of the stage with many other officials. Finally, he was starting to get to the good stuff. She really could have done this at any point, but it was so much more poetic to wait for him to get to the heart of his speech. The Avatar of Ataxia wanted the people to hear his message. She wanted him to proclaim before the eyes of the entire country the mercy and compassion that he stood for, before she inevitably brought everything to a literal crashing halt. The anticipation filled her veins with excitement, but somehow she managed to find the patience to wait.

    “Not all those who are convicted are beyond growth,” the senator told his listeners, carefully flipping over to the next page of his speech. “There are many criminals that are more than deserving of their sentences, and I’m not naive enough to believe that all of them can be convinced to turn away from the roads they’ve chosen. But if even a few of them can learn to respect life and law, should we not endeavor to foster that growth? If only a handful of them can find it in themselves to turn from the lives they knew and to reintegrate themselves into society as citizens that respect and uphold the virtues of our country, should we not grant them that opportunity to try? Should we not be constantly aspiring to be better?”

    He gave a slight pause to let his words percolate in the minds of his listeners. “They are criminals, but they are also people, and people are capable of maturing if given the right environment and encouragement to do so. We are all guilty of crimes. The severities differ, yes, but do we not all have our pasts? How many of us learned to overcome them and to push ourselves to become better people? At the end of the day, there is no true difference between us and them except that many of us were given chances to do better. I believe in my heart that the people locked up in our prisons are just as deserving of that chance. Not all of them will take it, but we should not condemn the few that are willing to rise above their base natures and condemn them to rot with those who are beyond redemption. These are people who need discipline, yes, but more than that they need our help. They nee--”

    Archibald did not get to finish his sentence. The podium exploded. It wasn’t enough to bring the whole building down, or even to harm anyone sitting in front of the stage. The blast was little more than five meters in width, but it was strong enough to completely eviscerate the senator. Before anyone could even get the chance to scream in terror, the first few rows of viewers were sprayed in a mixture of debris from the podium, and blood and guts from the man who had just been pouring his heart and compassion to the masses. By the time the smoke cleared, all that was left of the man on stage was the bottoms of his legs, the rest of his body having been quite efficiently blown to smouldering bits.

    Absolute chaos erupted from those in the room. Hundreds of people scrambled for the doors in a desperate attempt to escape what had just become ground zero for an attack. Agents of various news agencies quickly hopped into live reporter mode, the cameras soaking in the anarchy and feeding it live to those watching from their lacrimavisions at home. Panic and dread saturated the air heavily, and the roar of the crowd was deafening.

    Thana chuckled quietly to herself, unnoticed amidst the hysteria. The small detonator in her hand was casually tossed on the ground where it was trampled by the oblivious throng. Step one had been quite the success, and she wanted nothing more than to revel in the shrieking and terror. The bloodlust surged inside of her, but the job wasn’t quite done yet. Quietly, she slipped into the packed crowd and moved toward her next objective...
    Please forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.
    IVYLEAF33



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    Mythal Ragnos
    Mythal Ragnos

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    Age : 36
    Mentor : Nessa Cordelia Lux (Former)
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    First Skill: Kami No Ken Sutairu O Taosu
    Second Skill: Kingdom Darkness Embodiment
    Third Skill: Soul Stone/Trickster's Illusions

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    Post by Mythal Ragnos 24th September 2019, 10:40 am

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    Had Lux been on any type of guard at all – or perhaps if he had more of his power back – he may have been more wary of the girl at the podium. Invulnerability had treated him to quite the decent handicap when it came to dangerous situations, save for the single time that Mythal had been able to manhandle him. But to this day, he hadn’t found anyone else that could lay a literal finger on him or truly understand his existence. He had been explained to numerous Rune Knights within the headquarters but there was still an air of almost misunderstanding. Probably because the God Slayer refused to put any more than the bare minimum of explanations out there.

    But some random chick that was a minister’s assistant? She shouldn’t have mattered or been informed in the least bit. If anything, the Lightbringer was waiting for the girl’s face to contort and for her to scream. Then the rest of the room would turn and stare at him and he’d try to explain it away and then Mythal would be forced to intervene. And during that commotion, Lux would have time to slip away and find the senator while the Darkness King made a decent ass of himself. So it came as a bit of a surprise when this woman did not scream but in fact looked up at him with a smile that could curdle dairy. Was she amused? Even the basest of women would have been insulted as his words.

    But before he could even think to question her, she spoke – spoke his literal existence to him, like they were old friends. If his blood was capable of chilling, it would have gone frozen right there and then. Who was this woman? How did she know him? Was she another Sealbearer? It seemed impossible, given that he would have picked up on such nonsense the minute he was in the room. He quickly glanced out towards the crowd, now thicker with bodies than before. He didn’t have enough power to make this woman disappear without notice and that was a bigger show of drama than he was ready to handle.

    If his blood was already ice, then it nearly went permafrost when she continued, apparently amused at the prospect of a plan. One that he had kept in the deepest recesses of his mind, one that he had only begun laying seeds for in an offhanded, almost casual manner. His eyes widened slightly as she easily pulled it from his mind and used it as a means of teasing him. Granted, she seemed all too delighted at the prospect, given the way she grinned, giggled and bit her lip at him. Was she actually… aroused at the prospect? Lux knew there were insensible humans out there but he hadn’t met one that was so depraved to date. She wanted to see what he was capable of, when his plan went into fruition. A strong part of him still wanted to dash her guts over the wall to protect himself. But another small part of him was actually… entertained. Interested. Maybe even curious to what such a show would entail.

    He remained silent as she took one last moment to check the podium and assured him that giving the senator a hard time was already fulfilled. He didn’t miss the devious treble in her voice as she spoke of it, a line of venom that only the most practiced would be able to pick up on. She turned to him and approached, making to put her hands on him. A humorous move and he was actually ready to laugh the minute her hands passed through his body as easily as fog. But of all the things that had happened in quick succession to shock him, feeling her hands suddenly touch his sides was the top of the list. A quick shade of utter shock rushed over his features as she leaned in close, trying to swiftly adjust to this new sensation. She told him to find a spot to watch and, as her eyes flickered to amber, she assured him that his secret was safe with her.

    With a parting wink, she assumed her ruse once more, departing past him with a trailing of her finger on his chest. Then like that, she was walking off the stage, the mortal woman that apparently was blessed – or cursed – with knowledge and abilities only few could. He turned slowly to watch her go, his eyes trailing over her body now with more study than disrespect. As hard as it was to believe, he actually had a shred of respect for this woman, in spite of her aggressive touching and confident words. That and her ass was downright popping – even if he didn’t quite have the drive most mortal men do, he could still appreciate a fine piece of art when it was presented to him.

    But she clearly had something nefarious planned. In his excitement, he zapped off the stage and appeared next to Mythal, just as the brunt of the crowds were beginning to file in. “Mythal, you will never guess what just happened—“

    “Oh gods, don’t you have a corner you can go and stroke your ego in?” the Darkness King grumbled, doing his best to stick to his duties of ushering people inside.

    “No, listen. There was—“

    “Lux, shove it!” Mythal hissed fiercely at the Lightbringer. “For once in your goddamn life, cut the shit and stop annoyin’ me and e’ryone around you!” It seemed the God Slayer had reached his breaking point with the Seal, having dealt with his quips and paper bullets for some time now. There had been plenty of times that Lux had some shred of decency; showing almost empathy at Mythal’s duties and leaving him be. But apparently that moment of time was gone and Mythal was having none of it.

    Lux’s words fell silent as he stared the God Slayer. After a moment, he scoffed and put on a small frown. “Fine. Shutting up.” The truth of it was, he had no problem telling his host what had just happened. While a part of him was more than curious to see what the woman had planned, his excitement over her very existence was far more important – at least to him. A person that could read him and touch him? That was worth talking about. But it seemed Mythal was going to have none of that and frankly… Lux wasn’t sure why he was trying to say anything. It was almost borderline doing the right thing. What had the Darkness Slayer even done for him, other than disrespect him, insult him, admonish his very existence? While a completely strange woman had been courteous, respectful and even flirtatious with him. Almost like she wanted him to exist.

    So why should he ruin her plans? He glanced back over at the stage, unable to see her but now sensing her with more awareness than before. “Your secret is safe with me,” he repeated her words, an angered but wicked smirk pulled on his lips as he stepped away from Mythal. He set himself up near the corner of the room, easily merging into the crowds despite his ghostly looks. From here, he could see the stage fully and without hindrance.

    Once the speech began, Mythal was able to relax… if only slightly. Several Rune Knights were posted near the backstage area, in case anyone decided to make a run from the rear or even from the front. Though as calm as he looked, his senses were still prepared for someone to do something stupid. And now that Lux wasn’t bothering him, he could focus properly. The senator’s speech was about what he expected – paying tribute and respect to the workings of the Rune Knights and other officials. Slowly but surely he moved towards his intended message, the reformation of the criminal justice system. He never made such bold statements as that but his intent for offering alternatives to punishment may as well have been their own bill. It was full of brevity and strength of conviction… but slowly the words began to drain from the God Slayer’s attention. There was a sensation in him that he couldn’t quite expel. Not quite a knowing but a feeling that something wasn’t right. As his focus shifted inwards, he felt a connection he hadn’t experienced before. It wasn’t dark – in fact, it was the epitome of light. But it felt wrong, warped and malicious. It was the connection between him and Lux.

    Why he was feeling it now, he couldn’t say. But as he focused on it, he could feel the Seal’s emotions. Anger, pride… but amusement and excitement as well. The giddy, stomach tumbling feeling of waiting for something amazing to happen. As his eyes refocused themselves, he looked over at the Lightbringer. He was leaning against the wall; a wicked, expectant grin plastered over his face. Awareness hit him nearly as hard as the sudden pressure from the podium disintegrating but not nearly fast enough. He was pushed back a step as the stage erupted in a quick detonation, leaving nothing but ash and viscera. The senator was gone – dead before he even understood what was happening. The first few rows of the crowd had been painted in his ichor, the utter shock of what had happened creating a terrible moment of silence.

    But then came the chaos. Everyone was running everywhere, trying to escape through any means possible. Acting as quickly as he could, Mythal turned and kicked open the door to the hallway, creating a siphoning point for the river of screaming men and women. At the same time, he snapped his hand out and cast a dark wall in front of the stage, cutting off the scene of the crime from the hungry eyes and cameras of the reporters present. “Knights, seal up the exits on the ground floor. No one gets in or out unless I say so. Find the people that were in the front rows and take them to private rooms to get cleaned up,” he ordered over his iLac. He didn’t wait for confirmation before he summoned some of the shadows from the wall to well beneath him. He fell into it and focused the exit point right beside Lux.

    The Lightbringer was chuckly softly to himself when Mythal appeared, stepping out of the wall beside him. His humor was quickly cutoff by the Darkness Slayer’s hand rushing up and pressing against his chest, flattening him against the wall. The anger brimming off the Darkness King was palpable, his power even stronger than it had been in Vintermyr. Anyone that could sense magic within the entire building was sure to feel it… and yet Lux had the pleasure of facing it head on.

    “What did you do?!” Mythal demanded, hissing between clenched teeth. Lux didn’t answer, staring back at the human with almost disinterest. When Mythal pushed him a bit harder, causing cracks to form in the plaster behind him, the Seal grunted. “What did you do, Lux?!”

    The Lightbringer cocked his head slightly, looking skyward in the half-hearted attempt to look like he was thinking. “I just did exactly what you told me, pal. I cut the shit. And by doing so, you’ve now got ninety five percent of a dead senator. Don’t worry, I’m sure there’s still time to save his legs,” the Seal said with a wicked grin.

    If this had been Lux, he would have owned up to it. He wouldn’t play coy about it. But he did know something. “Who did it? Tell me!” Mythal insisted, his fingers pressing against the spirit’s body dangerously.

    Lux chuckled softly as he shook his head. “Sorry, Mythal. But I believe someone mentioned a corner I should go stroke my ego in. Frankly, I have a few things I might be stroking now,” the Seal said with a cackle. “But if I were a bettin’ man, I would look for someone with just the most spankable ass.” And then, in a flash of light, Lux disappeared.

    Leaving the fuming Mythal stunned beyond words.




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    Infamy Empty Re: Infamy

    Post by Trinity 25th October 2019, 7:13 pm

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    I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
    This poor being of unfathomable power and infinite existence completely balked as she opened her mouth and began to talk to him about a great number of things she shouldn’t have known about. Thana had clearly sent him into a very well controlled panic, one that she didn’t need Darius to explain to her. It was written all over Lux’s face in the way he stared at her in silent shock, his brows twitching in confusion and ire and curiosity. He couldn’t say a word to her in response, his wariness only further increased when she proved that she was actually capable of touching him.

    It only served to excite her more, truth be told. Few things worked Thana up more than the reactions she got out of people with her invasive and aggressive antics. No one would ever appreciate the amount of self control it had taken for her not to take things a step further and plant a sensual kiss right on his lips before parting ways. However, two things stopped her. For one, she was so captivated by the idea of his very existence and the manipulative plans he was working on that Thana honestly wasn’t sure she’d be able to stop herself from doing more than just kissing him. As enticing as that would have been on any other day, she was more focused on finishing the task at hand first. But secondly, she could also sense from what Darius was telling her that kissing Lux right now might push the envelope just a bit too far past what the Seal would have been able to handle without exploding in some fashion. Though that also sounded like fun, she wanted to pique his interest and not scare him away.

    So she simply left him with a few things to remember her by, as well as probably dozens of questions that were surely wracking his mind. He was gone by the time she made it off stage, run off to wherever he’d decided to go after their encounter. Would he tell on her, she wondered? A part of her was certainly on alert for Rune Knights to track her down and demand her arrest, but it never came. No matter how he felt about what had just happened, it seemed Lux had decided to let her have her fun. She’d be sure to reward him for that thoroughly someday if he ever gave her the chance.

    As the masses shrieked and rioted for the exits, Thana made her way toward one of the cameramen with one of the many news companies that had been present. No matter what people had to say about reporters, they were certainly dedicated to their jobs. While everyone else was making a run for it, the reporters and their crew dutifully stayed put and kept the cameras rolling, knowing that disasters were the number one rating booster out there. Without stopping, she clubbed the cameraman over the head and knocked him out, taking the camera with her. She was then funneled out of the room with everyone else to the area where everyone was being kept waiting. No one was allowed to leave, but that was fine. She wasn’t ready to leave yet. The fun was only just starting…

    She had sensed the surge of power that belonged to the general that Lux was connected to, even caught a small glance at the Seal being confronted by the man on her way out of the auditorium. Mythal had obviously picked up that Lux knew something, and it was just as clear by the angry way that the Lightbringer was being manhandled that Lux wasn’t telling. Thana smirked to herself and kept moving.

    Using the chaos to her advantage, she slipped past a door when the Knights were too busy trying to keep the crowds under control to notice her. The door lead her to a set of stairs that she took up to the next floor above the large foyer where everyone was now gathered. The second floor was connected to a bunch of other hallways and offices, but it also had a large area like a balcony that overlooked the downstairs. Thana panned the camera on the screaming masses, knowing that it was still providing a live stream for viewers back at their homes and probably on a few of the lacrimavisions that were littered throughout the building for today’s event.

    “All of these poor, poor people,” she crooned from off camera, her sultry voice lilting into its built in microphone. The crowds below wouldn’t hear her, of course, but anyone catching the broadcast on a television would pick up her voice loud and clear. “They came here today to hear a message, a plea to do more than just lock dark wizards away but to help reintegrate them back into society. A worthy ideal, to be certain. But Senator Vander Beld, as much as his heart was in the right place, overlooked a very important fact…”

    Thana turned the camera toward herself. She had reverted back to her true form, showing long dark hair and amber eyes that seemed to burn like embers through the devious, almost vixenish look on her face. “We don’t want to be reformed,” she calmly informed the watching public. “Why would I kneel to a body of government and submit myself to the dull existence of a common citizen, when I have enough power to live freely? To do as I please? If someone is going to change their way of life, it can’t be forced on them, they have to want it… and we don’t want it.”

    A cruel smile tugged on her lips. “The senator’s death was a message… to the Rune Knights… the Magic Council… to anyone else that thinks to stand in our way. We don’t want your mercy, your compassion, your pity. And those who are foolish enough to try, well… let this be a lesson about what kind of response awaits you.”

    A ripple of power pulsated from her, encompassing the innocent civilians still trapped in the building below. They lurched in unison as their lives slowly began to drain, leaving them feeling a bit weaker than normal. As Thana set the camera down on the ground, the lens poking through the bannister where it would have a good view of everyone below, the people began to turn to try and find the source of the drain. What they would find was Thana hovering over them, a great pair of angelic like feathered wings sprouted from her back keeping her afloat. But she was no angel.

    Suddenly, the ground turned inky black. Grotesque figures like horrific ghosts began to crawl out of the floor by the dozens, reaching out with their hands and trying to capture people. The screaming began anew, this time heightened as the public realized that they were now being actively targeted by a dark wizard that had already murdered someone in front of their own eyes. The people were packed like sardines in the building, unable to do anything but scramble and trample over each other in their desperate attempt to get to safety.

    And the whole while, Thana merely giggled to herself, biting her lip in anticipation and wondering how she wanted to torture and kill these people next...
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    Infamy Empty Re: Infamy

    Post by Mythal Ragnos 7th November 2019, 7:26 pm

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    This wasn’t over. Not yet.

    Mythal was angry, there was no doubt about that. His magic surged enough that anyone with a decent sense would pick up on the stronger vibe, even if it wasn’t his full bolster. Was he just angry at Lux or was he angry at himself? Truthfully, it was probably a mix. He’d been put in charge and now the senator was a fine red paste all over the stage and floor where he had been presenting. And while Lux had zero excuse to not tell him who was responsible, there was an understanding that he had pushed too far. The Lightbringer was an easy target because he was constantly at odds with the Darkness King. He consistently spoke against him, made snide remarks and veiled threats… by now, Mythal was more used to having Lux as a punching bag than anything else. Yet this time had been different. What terrible luck was it to have it be now…

    But he couldn’t worry about that. Time was ticking away for the perp to get away. What had Lux said before he disappeared? Someone with a spankable ass; that wasn’t going to help Mythal very much. His attraction to humans was so limited that finding anyone with an ass he could appreciate would be rarified. And chances are, they wouldn’t be the one who caused this mess. He spun away from the wall, his eyes trailing over the heads of the people as they filed out of the room. No one was sticking out of course; why did he expect anything less? He was half-turned and ready to check backstage when the crowd dissipated enough to show off someone on the ground. A man lying flat, unmoving. The Rune Knight general practically leapt from point A to point B, squatting down and turning the man over onto his back.

    Thankfully he wasn’t dead – that would have made things that much worse. Was he just an unfortunate victim of the mob of fleeing citizens? A quick inventory of the man’s features and clothes told a different story. He had some equipment that a normal citizen wouldn’t have and his shirt was emblazoned with a symbol from a news company. A cameraman then but he was missing his camera. Mythal looked around for the shattered pieces of the camera, sure that it had been trampled. But there was no sign of it; neither whole or broken. That was suspicious. He got to his feet just as another sound caught his attention. Video screens were still operating just behind the scrim of the stage, though they had been filled with the sounds of screaming citizens only moments ago. Now there was something different… a woman’s voice.

    At first she sounded like a newscaster, relaying her sorrow for the events that had just taken place. But then there was the inevitable ‘we’ as she turned the subject on herself, remarking as one of the dark wizards that the senator had wanted to help reform. Mythal practically flew to the stage, tearing the curtain back so he could lay eyes on the villain who very clearly was boasting about her achievement. There she stood, smug and smoldering with the camera framing her dark-haired form. She spoke to the camera and to the thousands of viewers beyond with calm and collected thoughts. Her preaching was almost the exact opposite of Vander Beld’s; damning the thought of reformation and spitting on the former man’s thoughts and presentation. She even had the gall to smile at her own words, vile venom dripping from the corners of her lips as she spoke. This had been a message… to the Council… to him… to all of the Rune Knights. They didn’t want to be saved.

    And if her words and previous actions weren’t enough, she decided to punctuate her point with another example. Her magic extended off of her as the camera panned down to the people in the lobby, their forms jerking and slowing from the life energy that was taken from them. And from it came an inky plasma that covered the entirety of the ground. Monstrosities began to climb up from the pits of the spell, their wretched hands reaching for the closest person to grab and drag them into the abyss. The panicked cries from before were nothing compared to the screams that filled the lobby as people attempted to retreat with renewed vigor.

    Anger rose up quickly in Mythal, like a lava flow rushing to the surface of a volcano. His crimson gems seemed to crack and twist slightly, trying their hardest to form into a continuous spiral that came with his dark form. Indeed, he could feel the scratching fingers against the lenses of his eyes as his other side attempted to take control once more. Somehow he managed to keep him at bay while he erupted from the ground, the full force of his magic ebbing off of him like a suffocating fog. He exploded into the lobby with such force that the doorway he had blown through incinerated instantly. Darkness erupted from the walls all around the lobby, punching holes in the painted walls as easily as water through paper. The mass of darkness flowed to the walls and dissolved the barrier keeping the people inside, freeing an escape route.

    At the same time, Mythal was already bursting into action. Curse came forward, unfolding instantly into a full scythe as he swung low to the ground and cleaved several of the creatures in twain. Tendrils of darkness surged out from the walls, stabbing and battering the encroaching hands that emerged from the pool on the ground. The Darkness King created a platform underneath the crowds to lift them from the ground, giving them temporary sanctuary. With a great heave, he sent Curse soaring forward like a deadly bola. One of his tendrils snapped out and grabbed it, catching it at its end so that it continued to spin. Then, much like a mower, the tendril dragged the scythe all over the floor and cleft any limb or body that dared try and claw its way out.

    Black, smoky wings erupted out from Mythal’s back as he turned and looked skywards to Thana, his dark appendages a polar opposite of her vibrant angelic ones. “Message received,” he growled as his power pulsed once more. The wall of darkness he had created began to grow taller, rising up to the very ceiling of the room. Black growths began to push out from the miasma, forming into cylinders all along the barrier. Purple light began to compile within the holes, glowing brighter and brighter with each passing second. Mythal never took his eyes off of Thana as he signaled the culmination of his spell with a single statement. “No mercy then.” And with that, the cannons exploded, launching blasts of darkstarlight at the enemy. It was a full artillery barrage that held nothing back; even the building itself would be damaged from the onslaught.

    But with any luck, it would decimate the woman that had proven herself unworthy of shackles or compassion.




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    Infamy Empty Re: Infamy

    Post by Trinity 26th February 2020, 7:15 pm

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    I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
    Before she could even finish deciding exactly how she wanted to slaughter all these people, Mythal burst into the room, the pure form of fury incarnate. The building itself was absolutely shuddering under the pressure and weight of his power, drawing her undivided attention. This was the one that Lux shared a soul with, and there was no denying that she was going to be heavily outmatched by him in a fight. That knowledge only excited her to the point where she had already forgotten about the sniveling civilians as they once more trampled over each other in an attempt to secure their freedom.

    She watched as he loosed a full bodied scythe, swinging it around the room with limbs of darkness that easily cut away at the tendrils of her spell, her eyes fixated almost hungrily on him. So thick was the aura of his magic that Thana could barely breathe, her chest tightening. A sensation of heat trickled down her body, her nerves kicking into overdrive as he looked right at her and told her with near incensed ire that he’d received her message. He looked at her with such hatred, such passionate wrath, that her body began to tremble, but not from fear. No, it was anticipation that coursed through her veins, a violent desire to abuse him. To be abused by him.

    Neither of them looked away from the other as he charged his spell and informed her that he would acquiesce to her desire for no mercy. She made no attempt that he could see to brace herself for his attack in any fashion, whether to try to dodge it, block it, or counter it. All she did was hover there, bright wings keeping her aloft while her amber eyes burned onto his crimson ones, soaking in every aspect of his being. His words only sent her into a deeper state of depravity, and as he released his magic she had only one word for him.

    “Yes.”

    Darkness exploded from all around her like cannon fire, slamming into her body with such force that she couldn’t even scream. Thana blacked out entirely for a couple seconds, unimaginable pain her only existence as she fell to the ground in writhing agony, her wings disappearing into nothingness. It was anguish the likes of which she’d never felt before, like every single nerve in her body had been sliced apart on a microscopic level.

    It was complete and utter bliss.

    As the magical dust began to settle, so to speak, and her vision returned, pleasure raced through her body, leaving her wet and wanting. She openly moaned, but not from pain. Sitting up, she fixed her eyes on him once more as she gasped for breath. Her body was covered in cuts from his attack, her clothing torn to almost nothing, her hair a wild mess that would surely take days to comb out. Blood trickled down her face and her limbs. Already she was starting to show signs of bruising.

    And yet, the look she gave him was more akin to the kind he’d received from Serilda after a wild night of passion, like a woman worn from climax rather than a vicious onslaught of magic that by all rights should have killed her. Instead, she looked at him now with a dangerous and lust filled gaze as she stood to her feet, licking some of her own blood off her lips. “Oh, you and I are going to have so much fun,” Thana informed him in a tone that lacked any trace of sarcasm. She genuinely believed that this altercation between them was going to be an experience that left her pleasured more than anything else.

    A crimson mist began to fill the air, thickening it. While most of the civilians had managed to flee by this point, those who were left began to choke and gasp violently as poison filled their lungs. As that happened, Thana’s wounds slowly began to heal themselves to some extent. Her power wasn’t great enough to completely undo what he’d done to her, not that she would want that anyway, but it would at least heal enough that she could operate without being too greatly impeded. In a cooing, husky voice, she said, “I do hope you can sustain this throbbing intensity of yours. Few things are more disappointing than a man who lacks the stamina to keep it up.”

    She threw herself at him, but in a blink her form shifted into the body of a drider, her lower body a gigantic black spider while her torso turned gray in her skin with eyes as crimson as his own. The sheer number of legs gave her an instant and significant boost in speed as she raced right at him, looking to tackle him under her bulbous form.
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    Infamy Empty Re: Infamy

    Post by Mythal Ragnos 3rd March 2020, 3:43 pm

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    Whoever this terrorist was, something was wrong with her. In a better state of mind, at a point where his emotions weren’t running in a torrential tunnel of fury, he may have given himself pause right before he unloaded the full capacity of the dark cannons. There had been few before that had been excited over the prospect of fighting him, only a handful that had shown some kind of excitement over the prospect of punishment. But even as the beams of darkstarlight blasted out of the turrets and crashed down upon her, something felt wrong in his stomach. It wasn’t the action itself; no amount of guilt was going to try and weigh down his erasing this villain from the world. But it was akin to uncomfortableness with the entirety of the person he was looking at. As if the very existence was wrong.

    As his fury came to an end and the cannon fire gave way to eerie, haunting silence. He waited as the dust began to fall away, his magical senses already confirming that she was, in fact, still alive. She was tougher than she looked, that was for sure. As she came back into view, she looked about as badly as he expected. But she didn’t have the look of one in pain – in fact, it was a look eerily similar to one’s he had received from Serilda. Was she… getting off on this? Even as the blood trickled down her extremities and dripped to the floor, even as her skin puckered and darkened from bruises; she held the same, deeply, carnally excited stare. Her own viscera was swiftly lapped up by her tongue as she got to her feet, planting herself with new rigor. She spoke to him over the prospect of what good times they would have together. “You’ll be dead before I give ya a chance to enjoy it,” Mythal said simply, his eyes narrowing slightly.

    The air around him began to darken, a blood red fog starting to seep into the atmosphere. He glanced around at it, taking a quick and sharp inhale of fresh air before it reached his own lungs. The choking and coughing from behind him drew his attention, as he realized several of the civilians had remained behind rather than flee. Whether it was morbid curiosity or they were injured from the stampede, he couldn’t quite tell. Either way, Curse flung itself backwards and began to spin wildly, creating a funnel of air. Its intensity was so strong that several of the people found themselves sliding along the flat surface of the floor and out of the massive hole he had created only moments ago. He wouldn’t be able to get them all – she wouldn’t let him. He just hoped that by saving just a few more, he was relieving her of extra targets.

    But the mist had a secondary effect; the injuries he had already placed upon her began to heal. They weren’t full closures but it would allow her to move and fight without being held back. He drew his gaze back to her as she addressed him in a voice that would normally make him uncomfortable. But his anger, freshly renewed by her antics once more, pushed through the twisting odd feelings of attempted disgusting flirtation and allowed him to focus. Curse came back to him, continuing to spin wildly as he circled him, much like a moon to a planet. Then she was moving, launching herself from the balcony with all the power in her possession.

    Yet she wasn’t herself anymore; no, her body flickered out of view for only a brief second before she became a literal monster. The body of a spider made up her lower half, its terrible legs expanding outwards and upping her movement a significant amount. Her skin drained of its natural tan and grayed out like a corpse as crimson gems opened up to meet his own. She came at him with the full intention of tackling him into the ground, apparently hoping that her newly-formed body would give her a boost in weight.

    It was a bold strategy. An aura of shadow ignited around him as she closed him, temporarily masking him from sight. And she would feel a body get hit by her form, hands pressing against her lower abdomen. It slid along the ground and out of the smoke, revealing that it was Mythal. In fact, it wasn’t even human; a shadow creature as horrendously nightmarish as the drider woman herself. It snarled behind the wrappings on its mouth as it pressed its claws into her form. And from the overcast shadows of the balcony emerged Mythal, literally popping out of the ground like a gopher from a hole. Magic was already compressed within his hand and he snapped it out, quite literally releasing a snap and sending a beam of darkness right at the back of Thana’s spider-form.

    As soon as his feet touched the solid floor, he was off once more – charging back into the battle. The Dark Guardian took a swing at Thana from the front, a cross meant to plant itself in her stomach. Mythal came in from the side, his gauntlet of darkness gracing his hand as he sought to slam it right into her ribcage. Curse swung around, the sharp edge of the scythe aimed for her back in an attempt to slice it open horizontally. The Dark Guardian melted into the outline of the Darkness King, cloaking him in an aura of darkness as he dashed below the drider body and pushed off the ground, sending himself upwards with an uppercut in an attempt to send her skyward. At the same time, he directed Curse to quickly change back to sword-form and come towards, its blade aimed for her chest so that her rising body would impale itself on the falling sword.




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    Infamy Empty Re: Infamy

    Post by Trinity 21st March 2020, 10:54 am

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    I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
    “Mmm, promises, promises.”

    If anything, his stern words about killing her before she had a chance to get any enjoyment out of his pounding her only seemed to incite her to further lust. Her blood cloud served as an ample distraction for healing herself back up, as Mythal quickly realized the danger that the remaining civilians were in from breathing it. He took the effort to throw his weapon out and spin it about the room, creating a vortex of wind to funnel the fumes out while she geared herself up to charge.

    As her monstrous body tackled her target, she found her vision clouded by an aura of darkness. She managed to push out of it, but only to reveal that Mythal was gone, replaced by a dark spectre of shadows that sent a shiver of delight down her body. Oh yes, she liked that form. It was exactly the kind of terror invoking guise that themed her own magicks. Thana wanted it. It’s claws pierced her abdomen and she cried out in pain that very quickly turned to pleasure. With a grin, she used the spectre’s own hold of her to pull it closer, and if it wasn’t quick enough she’d take a savage bite right out of its body.

    Mythal’s beam of darkness slammed into her back and she turned with a feral grin to look at him. As he rushed toward her with the Dark Guardian at her flank, suddenly she would appear to split into multiple copies of herself, each of them grinning and laughing even as they were eviscerated by the attacks. Finally, only one remained, falling from the ceiling toward Mythal’s blade and making no effort to avoid it. Curse slammed into her belly, and Thana giggled in deranged fashion before the duplicate of herself faded away into dust, leaving Mythal seemingly alone in the room with his guardian.

    But he wasn’t alone. Her light laughter reverberated off the walls from seemingly everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Yet, her physical form was nowhere to be seen. “There is such darkness in you,” the voice observed about him seductively. “It’s no wonder you and that handsome Lux don’t get along. I’m honestly surprised he didn’t try to warn you what was going to happen.”

    It was all she was going to say about her encounter with the Seal of Light. After all, a promise was a promise, and while Thana wasn’t much for keeping those she was far too interested in Lux to betray that particular secret. “Mmm, but let’s see what there is to know about you…” Suddenly the world around Mythal would start to feel like it was bending and distorting. Shapes and figures and shadows would become hazy, almost like he had fallen asleep and stepped into a dream, causing a dizzying effect that would throw off his equilibrium if he wasn’t able to fight past it.

    There was an eerie pause as her voice went silent for a bit before her giggles started up again. “Oh, and I thought that little mage from Dies Irae had a sad history. This is just sordid. You killed your own father? Tsk tsk…” Her fight with Mythal had given Darius plenty of time to dig into Mythal’s past, and though her opponent couldn’t hear it the ancient mage inside the gemstone was feeding her all sorts of delightful information. “That’s no way to treat a parent. Oh…? Who’s Faera?”

    Darius fed her an image of a goddess surrounded by darkness and death. It practically took Thana’s breath away. “Ohh… I see. You’re her little pet, are you? But you’ve been naughty. I imagine she would be very, very happy with whoever delivered you up to her on a platter. You, or that woman of yours.” Thana would appear suddenly across the room that was still bending and contorting, but she no longer looked like herself. In fact, she looked exactly like Serilda.

    And she was completely naked.

    “Mm, now this is a fine specimen,” she purred in Serilda’s voice, a vile, seductive little grin on her face. Slowly, she started running her hands slowly over her bare body. “Oh, the fun I could have with this body. Just imagine how easy it would be for me to slip right into the Rune Knights and be handed anything I wanted without question. Or maybe I’ll just look into a mirror and play with myself for a while.”

    With a devious chuckle, she started to do just that, pale blue eyes locked on Mythal to see just how badly he was going to explode. She was already anticipating his anger, his hatred, longing to see him incensed with violence over the misuse of his lover’s form. Thana wasn’t trying to keep him from hurting her, no. She could already tell that Mythal was a man that wouldn’t hesitate to attack someone who merely looked like this Serilda woman. He knew the difference. But that didn’t mean that he couldn’t be pushed over the edge by the sight of another woman pleasuring herself for him in the stolen form, violating her honor and reputation without Serilda even being aware of Thana’s existence.
    Please forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.
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    Infamy Empty Re: Infamy

    Post by Mythal Ragnos 21st March 2020, 11:52 am

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    There was something to say about fighting someone with absolutely no fear. The impending death that awaited this terrorist – and there was little doubt that Mythal planned on killing her – seemed to only spur her forward in action. She wanted the punishment, she practically craved it on such a primal, carnal level that it was daunting to think of a way to truly make her feel pain and not enjoy it. But the Darkness King wasn’t thinking of ways of trying to circumvent her pleasure – he simply wanted to kill her dead. If she got a thrill out of it, he didn’t care.

    The Dark Guardian held its ground against Thana, even as she pulled it close to her and took a sizable bite out of it. The gaping wound festered with shadow and miasma, spraying out in the form of wispy clouds. No doubt the woman, with a mouthful of the creature, would be beginning to taste the raw, unfiltered corruption that filled every denizen of Kingdom Darkness. While it wouldn’t be toxic enough to kill her, it was like to give pause and leave a bad aftertaste. Over a course of time, it would probably make her feel like she’d caught a pretty nasty bug. But even with a good portion of its body missing, the Dark Guardian was firm in its resilience.

    Once Mythal acted, the woman seemed to split into several copies. That didn’t keep him from swiping his sword and launching his fist at the clones in an attempt to find the real her. And as he descended upon her, piercing her stomach with Curse, she only seemed to giggle maniacally at the action before she faded into nothingness. She’d used some kind of spell to enchant herself out of danger and leave distractions for him. For one so callously desiring pain, she sure was quick to duck for cover the minute she was put into real danger. That and no doubt she wanted to make this last.

    The Dark Guardian faded off of Mythal, evaporating into a cloud of darkness. The Darkness Slayer remained alone for the moment before the woman’s laughter echoed out of the walls around him. She chided him over his ‘darkness’ and compared his attitude to that of Lux. Crimson orbs scanned the room as she revealed what he had already suspected; Lux had run into her and the Seal had opted to keep the content of that meeting to himself. Lightbringer or not, he was going to be punished for this – Mythal would ensure that. She turned her focus to Mythal, as if she was about to start a line of questioning that would get her nowhere. But instead, his world started to slip. The ground seemed to shift from side to side and his head felt like it had been pulled into a vice. He hissed and grabbed for his forehead, fighting back against the strange sensation. His focus was released momentarily and the darkness within bashed itself against his mental walls, causing his skin to crack over the left side of his face. Fragments of his flesh hovered centimeters, even inches above his face, revealing a pale skin beneath.

    She started laughing and spoke of a wizard from Dies Irae. But it was only to lead into her discovery about the death of Gren. His eyes widened in a mixture of shock and rage as he realized that the sensation had been her pulling information right from his mind. She then asked who Faera was, bringing forth a low growl from the Darkness King’s clenched teeth. It took her a moment to get the rest of the information, deigning to title him as a pet. She mused over how happy the Goddess would be if she were to bring Mythal to her. Or a woman of his. He sensed her return before he turned to face her, fighting against the world that continued to warp around him. But it wasn’t her anymore. It was Serilda, lacking any clothing and wearing the sick smirk that the terrorist seemed to relish in.

    She mocked him, running her hands over herself and admiring it. She then mused about what she could do with that body; sneaking into the Rune Knights and getting anything she wanted. She even remarked about using the body for her own pleasurable reasons and opted to demonstrate what she meant. It was such mockery that Mythal was having a hard time keeping his own anger in check, keeping a sense of stability within the changing world and keeping his dark self behind the wall. All the cracks in his psyche were pressed to their limits all at once and one had to give or else he’d lose them all. So he did the only thing he could do.

    He let his anger out. His right arm snapped out and sent Curse flying to the wall, impaling the blade in the barrier. The appendage remained out as magic began to form around his fingers and spread into a tangible form. At first it was only a handle but very quickly a long, sharp blade began to form and stretch out beyond him. By the time his magic had released the weapon to his grip, it was a full seven feet long. He looked at her, one half of his face wracked with his normal façade and the other half pale and gray. He stared at her with two different eyes; one crimson, one spiraling purple.

    The long katana twisted in his hand for a brief moment before Mythal rushed at her. His other arm extended outwards and Curse viciously ripped itself from the wall and spun towards him, landing in his open hand. Now duel wielding two massively different sized weapons, he began his assault, swinging the weapons in tandem and coming in from all different directions. His magic burned around him with such intense pressure that the real world itself was beginning to bend; the stone beneath their feet and above depressed from the sheer strength of his aura. He was letting everything loose that he viably could without losing all control. If his other half came out, there was no telling what kind of damage he would cause just to end this woman’s life. At least with Mythal still in the driver’s seat…

    It would only be Thana that died painfully.




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    Infamy Empty Re: Infamy

    Post by Trinity 21st March 2020, 1:25 pm

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    I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
    Oh, now this was just delicious.

    There was so much rage radiating off of him that it was practically a weight crushing her. He snapped, launching his blade across the room only to replace it with an oversized one made of darkness that was easily a couple feet longer than she was tall. His face had begun to crack like it had been little more than a mask, revealing another facade beneath that was pale and purple. She bit her lip in excitement, ready for the fight to come.

    I think you may have pushed this one too far, Darius mused from within the gem.

    That’s the idea, Thana told him without looking away from Mythal, the man continuing to build himself up for the next round of their confrontation.

    Darius continued. Noted. However, this man is much stronger than you are, and Ataxia can only protect you with so much chaos. What you have unleashed within him is something that even I have little to no information on. He will kill you.

    A crazed expression of glee turned up her lips. We’ll see about that.

    Mythal rushed her, wicked katana in one hand and his first sword in the other. He was brimming with unbridled power, so much so that the entire building was pitching around her. The blades swung with expert speed and precision, carving Thana’s flesh again and again as she was too slow to dodge the attacks, and not strong enough to fully block them. Her stolen form was dripping with blood until she was practically coated in it from head to toe. She conjured no weapon to fight back with, but being unarmed didn’t seem to bother her. In fact, despite how easily he was overcoming her she didn’t seem to be anything less than thrilled by the bloodshed, even though it was her own.

    She continued to build more wounds than any normal person would survive, like the sheer lust and desire for carnage continued to fuel her when she should have already collapsed from blood loss. Still, even through the haze in her mind Thana could indeed tell that she wouldn’t be able to keep this up for much longer. While death itself did not scare her, the more sane part of herself -- if one could call it that -- reminded her that there were still things she had to do that she could not if she died.

    One last push then.

    Tapping into her magic, the sounds of thousands of cries in agony pierced the air with such intensity that it created a physical pressure like a sonic boom. It was reminiscent of the death throes of an entire army that had been slaughtered on a battlefield, with every soldier slowly bleeding out in crippling horror as their souls were snatched into the afterlife. The sound was so loud and so piercing that it would be enough to paralyze most people in pain as their eardrums threatened to burst from within their heads.

    Altering her form, Trinity shrunk herself to the size of a pixie and zipped past Mythal, temporarily a much smaller target to hit with such large swords. Rather than simply retreat, however, she moved only so far as it would take to gain an advantageous distance where she could shift again, this time into a being much more grotesque than before. Her physique took on that of an over tall male, easily standing over eight feet tall but thing and gangly like it had been years since its last meal. There were poorly stitched scars all over its body, with only shreds of clothing covering its lower body.

    There was no face. Rather, there was a wrinkled and horrifying orifice with no eyes or nose that sucked in the air around it. Mythal would feel his power begin to drain as it siphoned off magic from him. The ground around them turned inky black as goo like tendrils reached out and attempted to ensnare him, trying to pull him down into its depths. With a hideous shriek, acidic black goop spewed from the orifice in a wide spray, sizzling and corroding anything unfortunately enough to come into contact with it to the point where anything living would continue to drain of life as it ate away at flesh and bone.

    Raising her hands, she fired off round after round of a black magic that shared nothing with the element of darkness. Each time Mythal was struck by it, should he not be able to get out of the way, he would feel his life and his magic power be sucked away at alarming rates. All the while, the lamented screams of the dead continued to shriek and rattle the quickly toppling building along with Mythal’s magic, and as some of the walls started to come down to reveal the outside world, he would see that her blackened tendrils extended much further than just the room in which they stood. The innocent people who had thought themselves safe enough a decent distance outside the building had found themselves also trapped by her hellish floor scape, most of them too weak and powerless to keep themselves from being swallowed into the abyss...
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    Infamy Empty Re: Infamy

    Post by Mythal Ragnos 21st March 2020, 3:30 pm

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    His assault was as bloody as they come. He had invoked all the rage that was boiling up inside of him and let it loose, having let a spew of hatred overtake him in lieu of causing further damage. He could feel the darkness inside of him wailing against the barriers, slamming ethereal fists against the shield that Mythal had formed himself. The dark side of his wanted nothing more than to be set free; to punish this woman for not only her attack but the bravado she seemed to have along with it. She had put herself on display before a camera, made herself a scion and a voice for those that wanted chaos to reign above all. She even had the nerve to take the form of Serilda and mock him with it, using the body as both a plaything and a hypothetical means of getting information and entrance. The Darkness King was beyond done with this psychopath and his inner darkness felt it, demanding to be set free and be the one that passed judgement.

    But Mythal had a long, detailed memory. He remembered what the transformed version of himself had done to Vintermyr. He could recall every moment of utter carnage and destruction and he could only watch as his other side had brought down a celestial rock from Kingdom Darkness to utterly destroy the icy home of the barbarians. Where Mythal had installed his own limits over aging and training, Dark Mythal had no such qualms about releasing everything. And here, in the center of Era, he couldn’t allow that. So he had let himself go, allowing his own anger to take the charge as he came down upon her, wielding blades from different realms. His swings were like poetry in motion, in spite of the wild fire that burned in his core. Slashes, stabs and swipes carved through her body like she was nothing more than a roast before the feast.

    And she took it. He knew she would – she had baited him for the sake of her own pleasure. But that didn’t matter to him anymore. She could get herself off on the pain all she wanted – he had no intention of stopping until she was nothing but fleshy ribbons and a puddle of gore. It would be hard to explain why he had taken such drastic measures in an official report but once the entire situation was analyzed and looked over, no doubt no one would question why he had chosen to put her down. Showcasing her ability to shift her appearance only further solidified that fact.

    She stood there throughout the assault, practically showered in her own blood and injuries seeping out fresh plasma all over. It was near when he began to swing harder, aim to carve limbs off, that she suddenly acted. The wails of a thousand voices thrown into pain filled the room, staying his arms and causing him to stumble backwards. He summoned his magic about him, using it as a buffer against the sound that could have very well burst unprotected ear drums. But doing so caused him to pause; to have to stand still and focus through the earsplitting noise. He barely noticed as she disappeared – or rather, when she swiftly shrunk down. She’d made herself smaller for the sake of slipping by him and for the moment, it had bought her precious time. If it hadn’t been for the sound causing him to halt his attack, she would have been sorely surprised that hitting a target, large or small, came very easily for the man who had trained with Curse for most of his life.

    With his defensive spell completed and providing him a layer of protection, he spun around to find her shifting yet again. But this form wasn’t some amalgamation of creature and her body – it was far worse than that. The monster that rose up was more masculine and tall – nearly as tall as the bottom of the balcony above. He looked frail and sickly, as if he had been malnourished for longer than anyone should even be alive. Its flesh seemed to have been haphazardly sewn onto him, as if this gangly piece of living leather was wearing someone else’s flesh. And rather than a formed face, there was just a pungent and disgusting looking orifice that reeked even from the distance they were at now. His magical aura seemed to bend towards the creature, his dispersal being quite literally sucked up into the gaping hole. The ground beneath him even warped; it was quickly overcome with a black ichor that spread throughout the entirety of the lobby’s remnants, with tendrils sliding out to grab at him. Was it something she had created herself or was this yet another spell created to mock him, utilizing what he had already used against her?

    It didn’t really matter. His energy took hold of him and created wings so that he could once again fly into the air. He reared himself back from the reaching tentacles and her, just in time as the transformed psychopath screeched and unleashed a torrent of black liquid that he had no intention of being caught in. He weaved through the air quickly, dodging grabs from the tendrils and from the spray that just seemed to keep coming. Her arms rose and from them came orbs of darkness, sailing right at him. At first he reached out, ready to absorb them into his body and resupply his own magical core. But at the very last moment, alarm bells screeched in his mind, warning him against the nature of the attacks. He managed to put up his guard once more but not before the attacks smashed against it, his magic shield cracking and melting into nothingness from the corrupted essence. He was pushed back against the wall as the building shook violently against the screaming voices of the perished. Pieces of stone fell all around him, breaking more of the building than had already been brought down. A quick glance through one of the open veins showed the world outside. Her attack wasn’t just here. It was outside, swallowing up the people that hadn’t had the wherewithal to fully retreat from the area. Observers were suffocating, grabbed by the tendrils and dragged into whatever abyss lay within the ichor.

    He had no other choice. Or rather, he was given no other choice. Mythal was stunned for too long that his grip on the wheel loosened and another pair of hands took over. His face fully melted away and gave way to the dark form, his hair growing swiftly down as his other eye twisted into a dark purple spiral. He roared, darkness exploding out of him in all directions and vaporizing the stones and the tendrils in the immediate area. His spinning gaze set upon her, snarling as his arms ignited in flames of darkstarlight. He began to punch into the blasts coming his way, sending the blasts back the way they had come so that they would crash into her own disgusting form. Punch after punch he delivered until he thrust through one last blast and stretched his arm out. Darkness of the blackest pitch came surging in from everywhere, stolen from shadows and dark rooms to become his clay. A bubble of darkness filled the entire area, leaving her blind to anything and everything.

    From the darkness emerged tendrils of his own that batted at hers, tearing them to shreds like wild animals fighting over a kill. A moment later, thousands of stars would appear all around Thana, burning to life in the darkness like a perverted night sky. A single bright purple light appeared above, flashing and releasing a torrent of darkstarlight right onto her. It would aim to press her down to the ground, wearing on her body and sucking the life energy right from her form. Mythal, within the shadows, waved his hand and the stars all around her surged to life. Similar to the attacks he had first shot at her, blasts of darkstarlight came surging down upon her, exploding against her body and in the area around her with such force that the building around them had more of its walls shaken loose. He let the barrage carry out his anger, his rage, his deep and resonating hatred for this disgusting example of humanity. And then he cut it off.

    “I am the darkness, you fool. And now I’ll send you back to it.” He shimmered unseen in the darkness, standing before her. His arm cocked back and then snapped forward, impaling the woman right through the sternum with the katana. Magic spewed out of his form, down the length of his blade and spread it over her form. It would burn and freeze and siphon off magic and life all at the same time. And then it would compile into the wound, expanding and glowing right until it exploded with such force, it sent Thana flying out of the darkness, into the sky and out of the perimeter of the city. Mythal watched her go, smirking as her body faded from view in the air. But before he could take too much pride in it, his body jerked and began to change back to his original form.

    The transformed Darkness King growled but it was too late. Mythal had taken back the reigns and with a hard jerk, he shed off the darkness and sent it back down to his core. The dome of darkness dissipated, bringing the world back to normal. The Darkness Slayer fell to a knee, panting softly as he took a moment to finally catch his breath.

    “Fuck…”




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    Infamy Empty Re: Infamy

    Post by Trinity 21st March 2020, 6:57 pm

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    I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
    He avoided the inky tendrils in the ground by taking flight, though it was of little difference to her. Thana knew that she was successfully devouring life and energy from many of those still outside, adding them to the pool of her harrowed souls that screamed and wretched in agony. Really all she needed to do was just keep him moving and occupied, so he would be too distracted to notice.

    For a brief moment it seemed that he was going to try to absorb some of her magic, thinking it to be darkness. But at the last second whatever intuition he had warned him of the danger and he pulled back, but not in time to dodge the energy. His defenses came up and then shattered, throwing the darkness slayer back against a wall that crumbled from the impact. A fortuitous strike on her part, but one that also unfortunately betrayed the true extent of her attack. Mythal caught sight of the people outside being sucked in by her magic, and it was the final piece of a dangerous puzzle that Thana had very much wanted to put together.

    Whatever the other being was, it fully took over Mythal in that moment. No longer was he half of two men, but rather a darkened version of him, cold, calculating, had taken the reigns. Both eyes were now a deadly shade of violet, his hair long. With a roar, his magic exploded from him at a level unfathomable to her, immediately destroying her area attack and evaporating many of the tendrils that siphoned life and magic to her. He was coated in some kind of dark flame, the energy of which allowed him to redirect her own magic back at her before she suddenly found the entire area swallowed in total, blinding night.

    Thana looked around frantically trying to see… well, anything. There was no source of light, no method from which she could sense anything in the dark cocoon which he’d placed her in. Suddenly, hundreds if not thousands of stars appeared around her, with a purple one above her head that pressed her horrific form down toward the ground. She grunted with the energy of trying to stay upright, slowing her descent to a crawl. At least, until the other stars came to life to batter her. Even with all she had sapped from the world around her, it hadn’t been enough energy to keep her on her feet and she crumbled under the literal pressure with a growl.

    Until suddenly, that energy was gone. By the time the dark version of Mythal had cut off his attack, Thana had lost control over her take over, reverting to her own form once more. Her body was trembling with anguish the likes of which she’d never felt before. Amber eyes stubbornly lifted to meet his gaze as he spoke to her in an odd voice, calmly informing her that he was darkness… and that he intended on sending her back to it.

    Before she could do anything, she gasped in shock as his dark blade impaled itself through her sternum and out her back. As the energy began to spread over her body, it somehow felt like it was both scorching hot and as cold as ice. She choked on a steady stream of her own blood as it rose from the depths of her throat… and then she smiled, her entire form quivering with an almost blinding euphoria that washed over her even as the final bits of his magic reached an explosive peak.

    “Perfect,” she whispered.

    With a violent cracking sound, Thana was launched like a ball from a cannon. She was barely conscious from any part of the trip, only vaguely aware of the sky as it rushed violently past her. How far she’d been tossed, the psychopath couldn’t tell, nor did she care to. Her mind was too busy soaking in her own perverted sense of bliss as she felt the cold, ruthless touch of death draw near. As her consciousness began to fade, the last thing she remembered as she came crashing back down to earth was an unfamiliar voice in her head that told her, “Not yet, my daughter…”

    Trinity didn’t know how she’d come to be on the top of a mountain, nor how long she’d been there. The small woman sat up slowly in pain. It felt like her entire body had been broken. She was frozen to the bone, most of her clothing ripped to shreds. Clutching her arms to herself, the pink and brown haired mage was horrified to realize that the hard packed snow around her was crimson red from her own blood.

    She burst into tears. Why? Why did this always happen to her? Terror gripped her as she drew her legs up to her chest and sobbed like a child in fear and torment. The gaps in her memory frightened her, especially when she always awoke to find herself in such daunting and disheartening circumstances.

    This was why she was always alone. Whatever went on around her, she couldn’t control it. She couldn’t even remember it. Just when Trinity thought she was starting to gain some semblance of normalcy, the slightest grip on stability, she always woke up covered in blood, far from anyone that might care about her enough to protect her. Sorrow gripped her heart in a vice so tight that it physically hurt her.

    And there was nothing she could do to stop it.

    So alone, shaking with fear, her body aching like it had been set on fire as the frigid snow threatened to freeze her solid, she sobbed and wept into her knees, thinking to herself how much better life would be if she just died. All the torment, all the confusion, all the horrors of her life -- past and present -- would simply cease to exist. She could be at peace, if only she could just find some means to end it all. Perhaps there were some that might wonder what happened to the friendly, silly young woman that had spent a brief fleeting time with them, but no one would truly miss her anyway. All she had to do was get up, walk to the cliffside only a few dozen feet away, and throw herself from it. But then again, maybe not…

    ...after all, she was too cold to move. It was easier to just sit there and cry.
    Please forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.
    IVYLEAF33



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