- Xiolan:
Ability: Gives the user the ability to summon Xiolan, also known as Evil Angel. She is able to fly, trick, and serve as a shield. Xiolan is forced to obey every single of the users command, and cannot act independantly. She may be classified as an A-Rank summon.
Usage: Allows the user to summon the Evil Angel Xiolan. She is capable of flight, and may also carry something with her as she does, but no more. She is able to trick NPC's and make them do her bidding, or rather the bidding of her master (works on NPC foes as well). She may step in the way of a spell to make sure her master does not get hurt, and is able to withstand 2 A-Rank attacks ( 4 B-Rank, 8 C-Rank or 16 D-Rank), and after she receives maximum damage, she disappears. Xiolan is also a very powerful melee fighter, but can not use magic. Lasts 5 posts, usable once per thread.
Steigmaz had forsaken his contract with the gods, he knew that his power was feared. He stood looking over the lake here in clover town. His eyes giving off a magnetic pressure. He had evolved to a state beyond all comprehension, and his life-time partner in crime had been loyal to him without sway. To fool the gods, he had to use skill. Today was the day that Xiolan would be free from her torments, and replaced by a fragment. Her spiritual shell being nothing more than an empty husk vessel, and her heart would blacken. She would be Steigma's.
He had flicked his wrist and her body began to erect from spiritual energy. Bowing for a moment she looked at Steigmaz. "Master?" She awaited her orders. "Ah, Xiolan, I grant you the permission to release yourself from your vessel. Destroy your own body and present to me your soul-self. Make it instantaneous." He spoke calmly to the female before him, his eyes dead locked onto the lake, he never once looked at her directly. Therefore he didn't observe the extreme nervousness upon her face. She had been basically ordered to kill herself, in a painful manner even. What tragedy.
"I am only kidding, do not obey my earlier command. Simply lay upon the ground. I wish to make us one." He knew that these words would be misconstrued, and it was for that very reason that Xiolan's reaction caused him to smirk. He finally looked over towards her, and her face was a bright crimson, as if all the blood in her body focused deeply within her. Nodding, she lowered herself to the floor. "Is that all you request of me master?" She stated for a moment, not wanting to look at the man. He had absolute control here.
The time had finally come. He turned towards her, from within this abandoned building, and walked towards her, letting her body be completely under him. He knelled down fully and straddled her. His eyes focused upon her own, and he leaned downwards. "You're mine. Do you understand this?" He asked her in a serious tone, obviously giving her the right to respond. "Yes, Master." He licked his lips for a moment and spoke once more. "Do you wish to be free?" He asked her, giving her the permission to answer freely. "Yes, Master." He lifted his hand in response. Staring.
"I knew you wished to be free, but there isn't any way to grant you this. Instead, I will make sure that you serve no other again. You shall never be abused by many again. Your soul-shell, shall be theirs. But you, you Xiolan, you're mine." He spoke these words in his native tongue, confusing the female for a moment before a mighty sword materialized in his hand, a look of horror stretched upon her face for only as moment as it plunged into her sternum. His hand upon her head, he drew out her essence. Before sealing the rest within. He looked below him, a husked shell remain. With the task done, he arose. Leaving the abandoned building, the husk fading back into its prison.