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Post by Sparda on Sept 28, 2012 11:54:10 GMT -6
Even at the sight of the girl's broken corpse, Demetrius didn't dare let himself relax. In those moments, at least, she relented her grip upon his mind and he had it all together again. While the surrounding crew looked on, not sure whether or not to start cheering, the pilot merely narrowed his eyes and reined his influence over the Nightmare back in...
Then the blood rose.
Demetrius' jaw simply dropped. No creature the Nephilim had been tested against had withstood anything close to the power he was outputting right now, and this thing was getting back up like it was nothing! There was little he could do to disperse the wave of thick blood that rushed past him, crashing its way down the surrounding streets and knocking whole buildings to the ground with its force.
"Fall back! the pilot snarled into his intercom, heard by all the remaining units in the area. "Establish a perimeter in a six-block radius! I want this bloody monstrosity contained!" Face darkening, Demetrius stared at his console, meeting Legion's gaze and not wavering. He couldn't afford to fall back now, not with her getting out of hand like this. If he didn't stop her, no one could... He steeled himself, and the Nephilim braced its foothold against the oncoming wall of writhing darkness and the wave of blood.
"Enough."
The surging mass of darkness and blood parted, breaking around the mech like mere water against rock. It was leaned forward, rifle lowered, left hand out to its side and a massive, searing blade of holy power extended from the emitter upon its forearm. This lance of hallowed power raged with even more force than the sphere in the air that continued to bear down upon the child from below. The Nephilim stepped into a forward lunge and swept its arm diagonally downwards, swiping down at the artificial Arashi with the enormous, superheated blade.
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Post by Legion on Oct 2, 2012 21:38:48 GMT -6
They didn't relax. They dare not allow that familiar sense of relief to sweep through and relax their bodies after everything they have seen the demon child walk away from. A siege of holy energy that would have put many like her into an early grave, did little to halt the latest Vulture monstrosity that was Legion. Every day the General found new ways to stun people into silence. First, with killing one of his top agents to prevent him from sharing information with the enemy. Second, with experimenting on his own soldiers and forcing them to work for him beyond the void into death. And now this. A child monster. Was there no lengths the good General wouldn't steep to to achieve his goals as being the strongest nation on Genesis? His men didn't think so and they all knew that in the eyes of the General they shared one thing in common. Every single one of them was expendable and could be replaced at the drop of a hat. There was little room for favorites in the eyes of the Vulture.
Even still they stood what little ground they could amongst the city's streets drenched in blood. The soldiers here knew what would happen if Legion was allowed to past through them to the other sectors. She would lay waste to each sector one by one, causing the great metropolis to tremble and fall before sending her terror out to the rest of the continent... the world...
The realms...
Not unless they stopped her here. Demetrius charged towards her from within the Nephilim with purpose. His mind and body focused on bringing an end to the nightmare in his path. Time itself seem to have slowed down as he made his advanced, Legion's eyes growing dim, no longer possessing the red glow as he got closer. Now possessing an abyss reminisce of the First Aspect. The source of his nightmare. When the great holy blade came down to pierce her flesh, the realty itself tore apart as if made from a soft piece fabric. Bringing him to a world of chaos. Everything was covered in blood, the sky itself like fire raining down upon the guilty and innocent alike. The tower over the horizon opening up and releasing a terror incomprehensible by man as the screams echo across the burning sky, the undead bursting out of the river of blood and climbing on the back of his mech. The mask of the First appearing in his vision in a close-up, those haunting never ending black eyes staring into his very soul. If he turned his head the mask would still be upon him, the same should he close his eyes. There was no escape as a loud roar erupted in front of his position, a larger monster made of bones and human flesh arose from the river of blood and slammed his hands into Nephilim. Ripping open the cockpit to expose Demetrius to the final days of existence. Its mouth opening, darkness leaking out looking to consume him before everything disappeared. The peaceful blue sky up above came into his view. Clouds passing by led by the direction of the wind. For the first time in his life Demetrius could see the beautiful morning's sky in his home. A blessing disguised in so much darkness. His body finally relaxed, finally able to release a breath of fresh air as a strange sense of serenity came over him at the exposure of nature in a city blinded for so long. But he would come to notice that he was on his back... the cockpit torn wide open...
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Post by Sparda on Oct 4, 2012 14:22:56 GMT -6
Any composure Demetrius had had when beginning his charge, any determination that this petty freak couldn't hold him off forever, was quick to melt away when he stepped straight into the nightmare waiting for him. The mask... That damned mask filled his vision, the abyssal pits behind the visors boring into his very soul. Willingly, and perhaps foolishly, he stared straight back - a final show of defiance against the primal force that now haunted him.
With the apparition fading from his sight, he hesitated for just a moment longer, the energy blade dispersing while he searched for the child hiding in the darkness, before the monster she set upon him rose from the rivers of blood and grappled the mech with gargantuan strength. It held back his arms with two bulky, muscular hands, while a second set of bladed limbs hacked at the Nephilim's chest, cleaving open the front of the cockpit. Another tug against the mech's balance sent the pilot tumbling out...
The moment he came to, greeted by the early light of a sunrise that had not graced Isafaro in over a century, Legion sprang from the shadow. With a sudden lurch, the artificial Arashi leapt onto Demetrius, pinning him to the ground with unnatural strength and staring balefully upon him. Though he turned away, he could feel that demonic gaze scraping at his skull, seeking to pry his sanity from him as she had been attempting for the past minutes with her assaults upon the soldier's mind. He panicked and thrashed beneath her, overcome with a fear that had never struck him before - terror for his life as well as his mind - and desperately sought the leverage he needed to pull the .50 caliber hand cannon from his hip holster and blast her off him.
BANG! He didn't need to. With a mighty metallic crash, the right foot of the Nephilim slammed into Legion's side, violently shattering a number of bones and sending her tumbling across the courtyard. As the mech knelt over Demetrius, reaching down to grasp him in its free hand and lift him from the ground, he collected himself just enough to understand what was happening. The Nephilim's autopilot, when not manually toggled, had an emergency mode that would automatically activate it if the readings and biometrics of the pilot's control suit indicated that they had been forcibly removed from the cockpit. In this emergency mode, the Nephilim's primary directive was the rescue of the pilot.
Demetrius caught his breath, stolen from him by his fear, as the Nephilim bundled him into the open cockpit and returned control to him... As soon as he was seated, he turned and rushed from the courtyard.
"Enough of this," he whispered, his voice strained and cracking and his hands trembling. He spared a fleeting moment to deactivate his IFF and comms, going blind to the containment units' detection. The SUPPLICE cannons splayed outwards and their muzzles pulsed with light, emitting a powerful thrust to assist the Nephilim's boosters as it took to the air and sped from the scene.
Demetrius was through fighting. He had seen first-hand the kind of monstrosity General Vulture had thought himself, in his incalculable hubris, capable of controlling. He had witnessed the depraved depths to which the General would willingly sink in his bid to secure his ambition of iron-fisted rule of Jherra, and then Genesis. And more than it sickened him to his stomach that such evil could have been created by their technology, it terrified him that he had been so easily defeated. Even now, it was a miracle that he had escaped with his life at all.
Carried away by the stricken Nephilim, Demetrius turned away from the primal horror unleashing itself upon Isafaro - and didn't look back. He decided he would go to Kari, and seek amnesty there in exchange for his knowledge, services, and the Nephilim's great power.
Anywhere was better than the hell on earth behind him.
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Post by Legion on Oct 8, 2012 5:20:59 GMT -6
The mask that haunted his vision for what felt like eons finally washed away, and in its place a new tormentor who's eyes burned like fire at the corner of his vision as he looked away. Desperately wanting to avoid the glance of Legion that burned into his skull, bleaching the color of his hair and making it near white. Voices began whispering in his mind, the voices of Legion. He couldn't make any of them out but he knew the telepathic link was still opened as the mangled voices screeched through the depths of his mind. One innocent voice calling out for help among them, the human conscious of the demon child pleading with the man now at every bit of the creature's mercy as she was. Until the last act of defiance against his destiny was committed, not by his hand but the hand of Vulture's own mech unit that kicked her from Demetrius' grasp but the damage has already been done. While he may escape the city with his life, his mind would never forget the eyes of the demon child that laid upon him on this day.
With a simple kick to the side the mech had shattered the bones of the demon child, but Legion shattered the man's fighting spirit. No longer was he willing to put his life on the line for the General who ruled these parts. He'd sooner be called a deserter and a traitor and have Vulture's wrath follow him across the continent and the world than remain here and die at the hand of Legion. He would be the first of many. Demetrius the catalyst of what would become of the Crimson Vulture. First the hope of victory will die, followed by the will to fight before finally... the body, heart and soul would die. And after all of Vulture's men had faced what Demetrius did here today, there would be nothing and no one standing between her and the General. The bones inside her body reconstructed and Legion stood to her feet, eyes fixated on the horizon. Sector 12 was now a disaster zone and the rest of the city would share the same fate. The child's feet walked along the surface of the blood filled streets, like the Messiah did on the ocean during his time on earth. This was no mere act of destruction, it was an anointing of the ground. This sector belonged not to the Vulture or the people. It belonged to the Arashi. Shifted by their will and image. It was now a place with divine purpose and there would be no mercy for the men and women who dared to defile this now sacred place. To make it a lasting reminder of the Arashi's might, the blood began to build three bodies like one would with clay. The first, the second and the third Aspects now stood within the heart of this sector made entirely out of blood. The Messenger, The Will and The Destroyer. Their eyes would remain watching... judging... raping all who gazed upon them.
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