|
|
Post by Lord Beelzebub on Feb 25, 2012 18:21:11 GMT -6
Lord Beelzebub shot his arm forward and stopped the Prop Shredder's momentum dead as now his claws dug into the opened wound as old as time itself. To think the wound hasn't closed centuries ago. To think it still lied in the same place as a blatant display of weakness. This was one of his many incarnations? One of many Lords of Devils? He didn't deserve the title and he didn't deserve to be fighting Lord Beelzebub. He should have been bowing. Beelzebub would make it a point to have Mundus kneel before this night was over as he dug his claws even deeper into the old wound to tear him apart piece by piece.
|
|
|
|
Post by Zira Firestone on Mar 2, 2012 17:07:36 GMT -6
After the hole in the ground was closed, Zira looked up to see hellfire heading her way courtesy of her father's Prop Shredder. Her eyes went red, not just the iris. Both iris and pupil faded away as her entire sclera went red, her palm held up to the flames which has just stopped mid-flight and now under the manipulation of the Firebird who absorbed it into her own body and then ran towards the two juggernauts in the sky.
If closing up Mundus' gateway to his demons weren't enough to steer his attention away from the fight long enough to lead these two out of Hallowton than avoiding direct involvement in their battle was out of the question. Zira lunged up into the air and as she passed between the two behemoths she unleashed the hellfire she was charging up to force both back away from the other before her feet returned to the ground below.
|
|
|
|
Post by Mundus on Mar 4, 2012 18:56:33 GMT -6
Mundus kicked his legs up and against Beelzebub's body, with a flap of his wings the Prince of Darkness pushed himself away from the other devil and defended against the hellfire from Zira with his sword as he looked down towards his daughter with shame seen in his eyes at what his own heir has become before he looked back to Lord Beelzebub.
"It seems they would wish to do battle with us."
|
|
|
|
Post by Sparda on Mar 6, 2012 13:37:06 GMT -6
"It's been a long time coming, eh, Master?"
Sparda's voice dripped with sardonic contempt as he glared up at Mundus. Zira was quite right; first and foremost, they needed to get this battle away from the town, or it would certainly be consumed in the carnage. Railroading both Mundus and Beelzebub, however, would be no easy task. Escalation of this fight was inevitable, it seemed...
Might as well escalate first.
"Let's find somewhere more fitting to tear each other asunder, shall we?" the Dark Knight growled, his voice lined with a guttural, stereophonic echo, as if some horrific inner beast had been speaking in unison with him. His eyes twisted much as Zira's had; his sclera deepened to a solid amethyst colour, his pupils thinning to inhuman slits, and the air itself seeming to become crushingly heavy as the demon called upon more and more of his long-untapped power. There always seemed to be more of it he hadn't touched every time he had to make use of it since its restoration.
Tonight, perhaps, he would learn his true limits.
Smirking almost maliciously, the demon banished his two blades in plumes of crimson flame and black smoke - then he was gone. He seemed to reappear between Mundus and Beelzebub almost before he'd moved, and behind them, a massive portal of black and purple smoke whirled into life that would take one miles across the continent, over the massive, barren sprawl of the half-melted Crystal Expanse.
Sparda reached out towards the two demonic deities either side of him. Out of nowhere, a pair of enormous disembodied arms materialised, forged of his gargantuan reserves of demonic power - and each pallid hand closed unmovingly around Mundus and Beelzebub's heads, squeezing with colossal force as if seeking to crush their skulls right here and now.
In the next instant, with this grasp upon his foes, the Legendary Dark Knight steeled his mighty resolve, thrust his arms forward, and hurled the warring gods through the portal.
And with a fleeting glance at Zira, he followed them through. |
|
|
|
Post by Zabuza Midareta on Mar 6, 2012 16:44:24 GMT -6
Drake was walking through the crystal expanse, in his human form, as a giant purple and black portal materialized in front of him. It scared his a little and he jumped back, dropping his book. He cursed aloud and bent back down to pick the book up, when it was in his hand he wiped the dirt off the cover and stared at the portal waiting for something to come through it. He watched and waited, but nothing happened. Drake got nervous so he started flipping through his book for some spells to get on-hand to cast at whatever came through the portal. He flipped open the book to page 79 where some of his basic blood magic spells were. He glanced at them remembering the signs he needed to make to cast the spell.
Drake took off his cloak and let it fall to the ground. He then dropped the book and covered it with the hood, and kicked some dirt on it to cover it, so no one would find it. He then looked up at the portal again to see a giant thing came flying through and ran into him causing him to fall down. When Drake stood up he looked at this thing and turned toward the portal to have another one, with a different form, come through and hit him again. This time when he stood he was pissed. He remembered one of the spells and used it to stand the things up using blood magic. "WHAT ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU-" Drake was cut off short by a third figure running into him from the portal behind his back, causing him to drop the masses of flesh and stuff.
He stood up again and summoned a blood sword in his hand. "OKAY! NOW YOU'VE DONE IT!" Drake screamed .
|
|
|
|
Post by grimmhallows on Mar 15, 2012 2:16:28 GMT -6
Grimm was reeling unconciously from his first attack this whole time; his face stunned, but he was hardly dead; more shocked. Shooting back to life, he quickly grasped at himself and shook out his coat. Seeing a small hole, he sighed with melancholic displeasure and recalled his scythe and gun to his side.
Looking to the gods now fighting, he called to them both almost taunting them into a fight with himself; his wide grin and smug stance suggesting an easy target.
"How the petty of gods fight amongst themselves! A charming notion to think that copies fight each other so feverantly to call themselves true!".
Grimm sighed and raced faster than he'd ever done before with his deathly scythe in hand; one moment on the ground, the next a small, almost unnoticable vertical light, then the blinding barrage of bullets blacker than night striking at both.
Grimm brought his scythe down quickly, once again far more quicker than even he thought possible, and aimed to cleft Mundus' right arm; the one that had fired the first shot.
"Stop being a nuisance and die already!"
And as he raced down blindingly to strike, several hundred Grimm's appeared with him, all bearing that trademark scythe.
|
|
|
|
Post by Lord Beelzebub on Mar 20, 2012 14:18:38 GMT -6
“So it would seem.”
The Lord of Darkness shrunk down to the height of six-foot-five-inches, a more effective size for the combat he was about to embark in while at the same time still towering over both his opponents. If they wished to stand in the way of the gods supremacy then so be it. The same people who tried to cut a deal with him would soon be cut down by the tips of his black claws.
The enormous disembodied arm came for his head, only to be ripped apart by Lord Beelzebub's sheer power in a matter of seconds. A prelude of things to come as Beelzebub allowed himself to be drawn into the portal regardless, the battlefield having little meaning to him as he waited for his opposition on the other side. What he got instead was a pissed off shapeshifter and Grimm launching a barrage of bullets towards his body. Lord Beelzebub wrapped around himself and acted as a shield deflecting the bullets before the wings unfolded and stretched out as Beelzebub landed firmly on his feet against the ground.
|
|
|
|
Post by Zira Firestone on Mar 21, 2012 5:32:06 GMT -6
The moment Lord Beezlebub landed on his feet would be the moment Zira came zipping out of the portal created by Sparda with the Force Edge raised and raining down upon the Lord of Demons with a skull shattering Helm Breaker as fire shot up from her fingertips and across the fingers wrapped firmly to the hilt of the demon blade.
|
|
|
|
Post by grimmhallows on Mar 21, 2012 19:28:04 GMT -6
Grey's own attack was continuing rapidly, more clones appearing and now racing around in circles after landing on the ground. A chorus came up, a small song now being sung rather hauntingly, and the Grey's began to shine; a song of the ancients.
A light began to form on the warriors fighting the gods, a ward against the choas that now ruled the sky, covering everyone from Sparda to Zira; Grey's one effort at a support role in this battle.
His voice was loudest of all, his 'dance' revealed as the centre piece of the whole spectacle, and a small. compact energy shield rasied around the choral dancers.
it looked to be a violent dance, the Grey's all attacking one another, strikiung scythe to scythe, but all in rhythm with thier partner, all the same attacks, and the same retreats. it was a beautiful thing; a dance to defy the gods of old.
"Tire ni de Shorcvasti,
Ne Bleg nah de stro,
For iva dee alev me core!"
And that was the last encouraging cry he gave before continuing his dance, though it's unknown what he actually said.
|
|
|
|
Post by Mundus on Mar 31, 2012 19:40:54 GMT -6
Mundus came out through the portal, having regained control of himself after being hurled in by Sparda, now smaller in stature as Lord Beelzebub before him. At 6'3 with his sword still in hand the Prince of Darkness cut through the copies of Grimm with ease and landed on the ground gracefully, turning back around to face the portal and awaited his long time nemesis to emerge from it.
|
|
|
|
Post by Lord Beelzebub on Apr 1, 2012 15:58:47 GMT -6
Lord Beelzebub took the full impact of the Helm Breaker but didn't so much as budge at the move. A terrifying roar that shook Genesis came out of the god's mouth, claws moved unseen tearing through Zira's clothes, her flesh. He showed no fear towards the Force Edge nor the power radiating off of the woman, who was no more than a mere child next to him. Lord Beelzebub assault on her was relentless and all with one goal in mind. To tear apart her flesh. The flesh of a mortal woman. The flesh that shamed him.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sparda on Apr 2, 2012 5:58:07 GMT -6
Beelzebub's wicked claws would not meet their mark. For every blow he swung at Zira, a great curved blade of darkness rose from his own shadow to intercept him, parrying with expert timing. At a moment when he was least able to defend himself, during another vicious swipe at the Firebird, one extra blade erupted upwards from the darkness, seeking to drive itself through the bottom of his head.
In the meantime, Mundus would not be kept waiting long. Through the shroud of the portal, his nemesis came; an apparition of horn, wing and cloven hoof. Through the breach rolled an intangible wave of force to herald his arrival, an aura so pervasive and ungodly powerful it warped and cracked the ice in the very deepest recesses of the Crystal Expanse through mere proximity.
Six wings unfurled, eyes ablaze with a power to rival the combined might of these two gods before him, the Legendary Dark Knight floated almost casually through the portal, leaving it to close behind him. Arms folded, he held fast in the air before Mundus, silently daring him to make the next move. |
|
|
|
Post by Lord Beelzebub on Apr 2, 2012 17:20:59 GMT -6
Lord Beelzebub was impaled from the bottom of his head up and through the top but where others would have been dead, he simply smiled and the blade that impaled him shattered into a million pieces on the ground and the god's wound was quickly healed as he spoke, “He doubts you.”
Lord Beelzebub continued his advancement towards Zira.
“See how he jumps to your rescue? Like a damsel in distress. He doubts your ability to fend for yourself.”
The Lord of Demon raised his tail as he spoke.
“HE DOUBTS YOU!”
Thrusting the tail to impale her chest as his booming voice threatened to shatter her eardrums.
“HE DOUBTS YOU!”
|
|
|
|
Post by Mundus on Apr 2, 2012 20:04:31 GMT -6
But Mundus made no move towards Sparda. Instead he stayed at his position in a defensive stance recounting how much time has passed since the two of them had stood face to face from each other on the battlefield in their true skin. Has so much time really gone by? Time takes on very little meaning when one is dead however.
"You have been clothed in human flesh for so long. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten what it meant to be a demon."
|
|
|
|
Post by Zira Firestone on Apr 3, 2012 12:11:09 GMT -6
Zira leaped back from Lord Beelzebub to allow the shadow blades to do their thing while her own weapon was at the ready for the demon-god to continue his relentless assault on her person. His words came as no surprise as the Firebird could see right through his lies and spun out of the way of his tail, releasing a wave of flames from her body amidst the spin to burn his tail to a crisp before slicing it off with the Force Edge.
|
|
