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Post by Sparda on Feb 22, 2012 12:50:10 GMT -6
Madness.
This was how he described to himself the horrors that must have transpired in this forsaken corner of Isafaro; whole buildings gutted and destroyed, roads caked over with pools of dried blood... and not a single trace of human life.
But it was a familiar breed of madness to him. This darkness, this inexplicable evil... He had encountered it before. It hung in the air like the pervasive stench of death that had met his nostrils miles away. There was something about this sense of tangible malevolence that he had certainly encountered in the past.
In fact, he had done battle against it after it had defeated two of his friends.
"So you're back." His voice echoed hauntingly in the silence of the night. Looking about himself, filled with both sorrow and anger at the scene of indiscriminate destruction that surrounded him, the Legendary Dark Knight sighed heavily.
"Off your leash again, eh, No Life King...?" |
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Post by Dracula on Feb 25, 2012 9:33:28 GMT -6
((Might be a good idea to PM me next time. I almost didn't see this.))
Crimson eyes stared towards the silver-haired man in violet from behind round yellow sunglasses as his facial expression remained neutral for the time being. From the shadows he stepped out in his trademark outfit made complete by the red trench coat and hat atop his head. Both the Joshua and Jackal resting cosily in the pockets of his trench coat. The other man spoke to him almost casually and familarly but neither his face nor voice were familiar to the Crimson Enigma. He was also aware of the title that no one else in Genesis knew yet. Either it was someone he has long since forgotten for not being important or there were other incarnations of himself scattered throughout space and time. The former was probably true but it would be enriching to learn it was the latter.
"I presume you've come to avenge the worthless lives lost here. I wonder, you're not affiliated with the ones who tried to save this place before are you?"
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Post by Sparda on Feb 25, 2012 15:57:14 GMT -6
[ I'd actually intended this to be a stand-alone post declaring my interest in this confrontation; of course I'd have contacted you if I'd wanted to thread with you. But while you're here, care to continue? ]
From within the veil of madness came its uncontrollable source... and the Dark Knight smiled grimly.
He turned, regarding the crimson-clad nosferatu, and tilted his head. He could tell the vampire thought the two had never met, which meant it was a version of Alucard which was not the one he had encountered in Dominion.
"Not directly, no," came the demon's response. "But I know a senseless massacre when I see one. This chaos you wreak, for no reason other than to exercise your power... It cannot be allowed to continue." |
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Post by Dracula on Mar 2, 2012 21:22:45 GMT -6
((Oops. Sorry. I'm ok with continuing.))
"And you have come to put a stop to it, save the world, hero?"
An amused grin flashed across the No Life King's face as he eyed the man from head to toe but still didn't enter a fighting stance or reached for any of his weapons. He stood perfectly still, amused all while studying his potential opponent. It would soon become clear if Sparda wanted a battle he would have to make the first move.
"You have a name, Hybrid?"
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Post by Sparda on Mar 4, 2012 5:48:06 GMT -6
[ Then it's a duel! Pistols at dawn! ]
Such infuriating hubris could only belong to the No-Life King. It was fortunate, then, that Sparda was confident in his ability to shut the vampire up.
"Sparda," he responded simply. Behind the nosferatu, the shadows seemed to move and contort. "Let that name burn in your mind as you die."
Without warning, the Dark Knight struck. A great skeletal hand lurched out of the darkness from behind Alucard, spindly fingers tipped in wicked claws, and swiped at the vampire's head, seeking to decapitate him where he stood. In the same blink of an eye, the demon himself was looking down Luce's barrel at the Spokesman of Insanity, and a hellish bark rent the silence as a bullet of condensed demonic power roared forth from the weapon. With the force of an artillery shell, it bore down upon the assailed vampire... |
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Post by Dracula on Mar 5, 2012 14:30:54 GMT -6
Alucard ducked underneath the skeletal hand and spun around to his left to evade the shots from Luce, Joshua raised and aimed towards the hybrid as the wall behind the vampire was blown apart, chunks of it flying past the No Life King as he fired six shots total from the Joshua with perfect accuracy towards Sparda's main body.
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Post by Sparda on Mar 20, 2012 14:58:56 GMT -6
Each shot from the nosferatu's enormous handgun was met by one in return from Luce, and six metallic pings rang shrill through the air as each one of the Joshua's enormous rounds was plucked away by each of Sparda's equally expertly placed counter-shots.
Smirking, Sparda squeezed the trigger three more times, so quickly it seemed like only one shot had been fired. Sounded like it too; the two follow-ups to this extra shot had been fired and were following their predecessor before it had even left the barrel. Crackling with demonic power, these three united rounds roared forth towards Alucard...
Then vanished. The tiniest puff of black and purple smoke had appeared in their flight path and they had disappeared through it, a miniscule portal opened by the Dark Knight. Its other end was behind and slightly below the No-Life King, and the three rounds departed silently from it, their new trajectory flinging them at a diagonal towards the vampire's lower back. |
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Post by Dracula on Mar 22, 2012 2:25:01 GMT -6
The bullets blasted open Alucard's lower back and blood came spilling out through the night air and painted the floors red as the vampire fell backward onto his own injuries and a puddle of his own blood. The vampire laid there for a time until the silver rays of the moon shined down upon his corpse and the blood poured back into his body, the wounds created by the demonic bullet that has gone all the way through, healed over and the vampire raised himself back up to his feet and drew the ebony black 13mm Jackal from his trench coat unloading a barrage of seemingly endless .454 and 13mm bullets across night's sky as they raced for the hybrid's flesh.
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Post by Sparda on Apr 7, 2012 14:23:56 GMT -6
Back on his feet as if nothing had happened. Entirely as expected. And here, of course, came the straightforward retaliation; the vampire doubtless saw no need to escalate yet. Either that, or he was simply too bored at the moment to bother.
So far, he was looking just like the one Sparda knew.
Sparda backed off and lowered his guns. No need to fire again yet. Instead, his very shadow came to his defence - each enormous bullet fired at him by Alucard was sliced out of the air by a thin blade of darkness that rose from the ground around Sparda's feet, moving as quickly as the bullets themselves and disappearing as suddenly as they had come. To an outside observer, it would look like the hail of shells was simply exploding two feet or so in front of the demon's body.
In the midst of this onslaught, the counterattack came. Two more great tendrils of darkness rocketed forth towards the nosferatu. One curved upwards, its tip splitting in two and flattening into a pair of curved, scissor-like blades that lunged at Alucard's neck and snapped shut, seeking to shear his head off. The second dipped low, clinging to the darkness of the night itself and staying almost out of sight. At the last moment, it sprang upwards at the vampire, splitting into five wicked points that elongated to skewer his heart, shoulders and hip joints. |
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Post by Dracula on Apr 7, 2012 16:28:43 GMT -6
The No Life King's own shadow burst to life and collided with Sparda's, wrestling it into the ground between them and rendering the shapes useless by overwhelming them in strength. Alucard's red eyes kept their gaze upon the silver haired hybrid with not so much as a minor change in his expression. Neither showing excitement nor boredom as his lips part.
"You haven't been a vampire for long, have you?"
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Post by Sparda on Apr 9, 2012 13:30:57 GMT -6
Sparda watched with a modicum of surprise as Alucard's own shadow sprang up from around his feet and clashed with the demon's, overpowering it with relative ease. When the nosferatu spoke, Sparda realised what he meant; this shadow manipulation was, after all, a vampiric ability, one of many Sparda had inherited from the fragment of Amoura's soul he absorbed from Revelation.
"You catch on quick," the Dark Knight remarked. "I confess, these powers are not as mature as yours, but they're only a fraction of my arsenal."
Smiling briefly, Sparda holstered his guns. Escalation, it seemed, was quite inevitable - and in such situations, he made sure he was the one to escalate first. He extended his hands a little to the sides, and around them, clouds of water vapour seemed to form; quite impossibly, in fact, since the night wasn't cold enough even for light frost.
"Allow me to demonstrate."
With a pulse of pale blue light and a series of loud, crystalline cracks, the dual axes of Karyos materialised in Sparda's hands. It had been far too long since he had last called upon the immense power of these elemental Devil Arms he had collected. With a casual gesture of his right hand, Sparda set this great power to work; the air around Alucard's feet cooled instantly, felt even through his boots, and almost without giving him time to react, writhing pillars of unnatural ice sprang up around him, entwining around each other to imprison the demon. As suddenly as it had appeared, the hollow pillar of ice collapsed inwards, its inner walls closing around the vampire to crush his body from all directions. |
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Post by Dracula on Apr 10, 2012 0:38:53 GMT -6
Alucard took a step forward and faded through the ice, allowing it to collapse in on itself behind him as both his guns were no longer in his hands, his hat and sunglasses vanished as the trench coat on his back fell over his shoulders and he wore it more like a cape as his arms were now free of it.
"You were better off with the shadows."
The Crimson Enigma continued walking towards Sparda, slowly. Pulling the wrist of his gloves on his hands as the area around them began to darken, reaching the point to where even the city lights could no longer shine through it. Red eyes surrounded the hybrid's position, all staring down upon him as Alucard cracked his knuckles and smiled.
"Now I'll show you how real vampires do battle!"
Alucard body faded and all that remained in his place was a pile of clothes as a fog covered Sparda's feet, his legs and then reached up over his head until he was consumed by it. The howling of hounds heard all around him as he was trapped by the Baskervilles. A single hellhound burst forth from thin air within the heavy fog and came at Sparda, red eyes staring him down like the larger eyes all around them, teeth bare and drool falling from its mouth as it closed in to rip the hybrid apart.
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Post by Sparda on Apr 24, 2012 12:55:21 GMT -6
Sparda stood unmoved, unsurprised by Alucard's avoidance of his attack and unphased by the unnatural darkness that descended upon him. He cast an almost bored glance around at the innumerable slit-pupilled eyes that emerged from the black to stare balefully upon him, while a thick grey fog rolled across his form and the hounds were unleashed.
The first that came at him drew his gaze; a steel-clad, unwavering resolve set within the Dark Knight's cerulean eyes.
He gave a confident smirk.
And the dog promptly exploded. Sparda had vanished from his position in almost the same instant a blazing flurry of slashes ripped across the phantasmal hound's corporeal body, utterly cleaving it asunder. There was little left of it but a shower of ice particles as the Dark Knight brandished his crystalline axes, looking around at the shifting mass of disembodied eyes that stared him down.
"That wasn't your pet, was it? I do apologise." |
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Post by Dracula on Apr 29, 2012 4:48:54 GMT -6
The familiar split in two, then three, and finally four as now four new hellhounds emerged from the one that was destroyed coming at him head on while a large pile of familiars dropped from the air upon the Legendary Dark Knight's skull threatening to crush him flat where he stood while he was still busy with the one he thought he had destroyed.
"That wasn't your body, was it? I do apologize..."
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Post by Sparda on May 12, 2012 12:12:29 GMT -6
Familiars from above, and a quartet of hellhounds from the front. Sparda took a moment to look about himself, a detached curiosity upon his face, as he readied his axes once more.
"So much fodder..."
In an instant, the space around him dropped to a temperature so unnaturally low that the concrete, familiars and hounds' vaguely corporeal forms, and the very moisture in the air snap-freezed.
Under a hundred degrees below Celcius, the Dark Knight sustained his body with his inexhaustible reserves of demonic power, his great axes shattering the frozen foes around him as he almost danced through the darkness, stepping deftly between his victims. The thought to snatch away Alucard's familiars for himself crossed his mind, but a worry about what might happen to him as a result stayed his hand from stealing these fallen souls.
"Keep them coming if you so wish," he taunted the shadows, knowing his enemy to be lurking amongst them. "I could use the practice." |
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