Tears of Blood; Screams of Corruption(open)

[dmc89]

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A shadow fell over the southern area of Hallowtown. This seemed to be where the least destruction was and where everyone else was now living, those that survived from the ruins that was... it was a perfect place to start. A large, bi-pedal, quadra-winged demon clad in dark armor landed upon the streets. A few sparks of black lightning and a sudden flash and the creature now looked human.

Silver hair was slicked black... to reveal his slightly tanned skin. The tails of his black trench coat danced lightly with each step as around him his aura began to seep out causing chaos and corruption, inflicting it upon the weak minded humans. This was far too easy... and rather boring...

A black transparent ring appeared circling around him before it morphed into individual phantom swords. Demonic arrays began to appear around the area and each of them were peirced by a phantom blade, breaking the seals and unleashing torrents of demons, demons from his realm. The skies darkened suddenly, the moon growing closer to the city and morphing into a large, twitching and quivering eyeball as a Nexus which empowered Himself and his demon army began to encompass the area. The humans beginning to be attacked and fed on. Not only killing each other, but also being killed by the demons...

"Let us see... what this world has in store." He mused to himself as The Legendary Dark King stood midst the chaos.

[Linx]

As the demonic forces spread, one figure stemmed the tide. Crimson eyes flashed with barely contained rage as a series of explosions rocked the demonic ranks, buying enough time for at least a few of the civilians here to escape. Twin blades leapt forth as the man strides forth, threading his way through the demonic forces towards the figure of the demon leading them all. A feral snarl issue from beneath his crimson hood, and his twin scimitars seared through demonic flesh as he used it to make the demons turn where he wanted them, not bothering to finish any off, just keep his path clear. As one charged him he raised his boot, stomping it in it's face, using that to launch himself in a flip over the demon to come down with his blades spinning as he twisted himself in the air towards the demon king, ending in a sweeping spin before the figure that would leave him with several gashes that would burn his skin. Assuming he chose not to respond of course.

If he did, the elf before him didn't care. He'd be ready, he'd face down this demon like he had so many before him. "You are not wanted here demon, begone back to the pits which you spawned." he snarls out, his twin scimitars moving with blinding speed as he launched into a furious assault against the demon, lightning crackling along the blade with enough energy that it would give the demon a good jolt, enough to make his limbs spasm at the very least.

[dmc89]

"How foolish..." The elf was too busy being focused on his target that he forgot about the demons he hadn't slashed through. The Legendary Dark King simply leaned back and took one step to the side avoiding Tyrion's flurry of attacks before a good portion of his army's ranks descended upon him. The King himself only leisurely walking away.

[Saasha]

It hit her. It hit her hard. A disturbance that nearly rocked her from her seat- something was very wrong... It left her sick to her stomach how strong the feeling of dread and panic was within her mind. "What the fuck?" She reached out a small bit to the outside world, only to be met with what felt like a smack in the face of fear. Pure terror in it's true form. Something was very, very wrong. Without another thought she seized her saber, tossed her sword over her shoulders, and bolted out of the door. Reaching out far in front of her, she scanned every corner of the area as she ran. Shadows, bricks, the odd cat. Nothing so far, but that feeling... it suffocated her.

All of a sudden she skidded to a stop. What was she doing? This wasn't even her city- world for that matter. Why did she feel the sudden urgency to stick her neck out for people she didn't even know? A sigh followed the thought. That had been her former mind talking, the one that would leave all of these people to their fates and not even look back as she calmly walked out of the city. No that was no longer her, that was Reira... Her aura suddenly lurched forward nearly pulling her with it and jerking her from her thoughts. Screw it for now, she needed to hurry.

Kissira drew her saber, the hot plasma heating her hand slightly, a feeling she had missed a bit. The black lightning within it's core crackled and hissed as the cool night air pulsed against it. Not a good as the cold steel of a sword, but it was good enough for now. She didn't bat an eye as she spied the source of the disturbance and boy was he a sight compared to the shrimp that spoke so evenly to him. Tch, something told her that this guy, whoever he was, wouldn't be deterred by a few 'Leave now's. No there was only one way to deal with things like this, but the minions would have to go first. Or whatever the crap they were...

She flipped her blade into a reverse grip and ducked under the first strike thrown, spinning on the ball of her foot and rising again, cleaving through the being's torso cleanly up the middle. She never stopped her progress and even speed up when the beasts began to descend upon that idiot. She reach a hand out and sent all of her anger into the air. She could feel their body's through the force. A.. unique experience to say the least. With a slight jerk of her arm, they flew from him. He was on his own for now. She now had her own problems.

She reared back to avoid a swing at her face. A simple wrist flick of her saber and the arm was no longer an issue. She reeled and jumped using a creature's chest as a spring board. Around her left hand, black sparks of light began to crack and his, gaining in power as she rose up. Finally, she let out a small grunt and unleashed the pent up energy straight at the crowd. Stream upon stream of electricity poured down upon them in cascades of black, dropping her target circle like flies. When she landed she had a nice clear circle of bodies surrounding her. A small smile crossed her lips... oh did it feel good.

[Cap'n Failz]

He had been idly sitting by, lost in his own thoughts when it started. And he knew just from the entrance the strange.....creature made that it would lead to nothing good. And just a few moments later he was proven correct as things started going to hell. The insignia of his System Box glowed briefly on his forehead as he pushed himself up to his feet. He didn't really have any personal stake in keep this place safe, but.... There were innocent people in the crossfire of all this. And that was something he couldn't stand.

Holding up one hand, the signature green glow of his System Box flashed through his fingers. "TEK-SETTA!" And with his well-used battlecry, the quantum energy that heralded his transformation erupted around him. Skin and bone split and stretchedand shifted, metallic armor tearing through his flesh and encasing him in the sleek red and white of the Tekkaman transformation's armor.

He swept his Tekk-Lancer from the air as it launched from his back, and spun it in his clawed fingers so quickly it was all but invisible. Tekkaman Blade had taken the field once again. And he leapt into the fray immediately, his initial strike hurling his full mass and superhuman might against a singular demon, his lance slicing it clean through and the quantum energy imbuing it desintegrating it in one blow. He was immediately set upon by the rest of the innumerable creatures, however.

"Crash....." A green glow permeated his entire armor, his claws glistening wickedly. His eyes flashed warningly before he erupted with a deadly sheathe of green energy. "INTRUDE!" And he exploded forth, desintegrating the demons nearest him with the destructive energy and looped abot, soaring straight up. It was a small handful destroyed, amidst the countless hordes below him.

"This doesn't look good at all...." he muttered to himself. But he swung his Tekk-Lancer in a quick circle, tucking it behind his back, and readying himself to dive back into the fray. Then he noticed someone else carving his way through the creatures. He missed most of what was said, but he distinctly caught the word "demon" amongst what was said. And that caused him to do a double-tale in surprise. But he just shook it off and readied himself once more to dive back into the chaos.

He paused when he saw the one who had spoken get piled on by many of these "demons", and was prepared to lend a hand in whatever way he might, when something odd happened. The demons mobbing him were....thrown away? As if by invisible hands they were all suddenly ripped forcefully away and flung across the area. It surprised Blade greatly, and he scanned the area for a moment before he was struck from behind.

The blow did no actual damage, but it knocked his Tekk-Lancer from his grip and staggered him and, caught off-guard as he was, sent him falling to the earth below where he landed with a dull, metallic whump. He was immediately active, rolling to one side to avoid a blow that impacted the earth, claws raking across where his face had been a second before. His clawed fingers lashed out, grasping onto the demon's chest and using it as an anchor to both haul himself up and as a makeshift projectile which he hurled away and into a crowd of other demons, bowling them all over.

He retrieved his fallen Tekk-Lancer with a cable launched from his wrist and spun it into his favored grip, resting behind his back. "This is going nowhere fast...."

[Linx]

The elf grinned in reply. "Foolish? Perhaps. You shouldn't walk away from a fight." he spat, as the demons screamed in agony. His hand had flashed through quick sigils and a spell had sprang up behind him, a ward against demons. As they'd entered the area, their flesh would ignite, hurling them back into the ranks behind them and clearing more space. Another short spell brought him before the demon king once more, his blades flashing, sending up crackling lances of electricity as he pressed the attack once more on the demon, his crimson eyes flashing with rage. "I think it's more foolish to turn your back on an enemy, no matter how confident you are. It'll be your undoing." he growls out, trying to force him to draw his blade.

[dmc89]

For each demon they seemed to kill or destroy, more took their places crawling and mobbing out of the broken seals. The Nexus wouldn't let them fall so easily as the already killed ones seemed to piece themselves apart in a rather gory way looking disfigured but still all the more dangerous.

He turned swiftly raising a hand as the elf's attacks hit an invisible wall that looked to be cracking with each strike as the Dark King's arm began to glow with a burning black fire. "And you should realize that you're outclassed." Tyrion was close enough that he felt the ward, however a simple flux of his aura was enough to shrug it off. The wall suddenly shattered and the Dark King's hand shot out and back in a quick jab.

The fist didn't land at all, in fact it was never meant to. What shot out at the Elf was pure destructive rage in a concentrated beam of pain. "Now, Piss off." As he said that, black phantom blades materialized and surrounded Tyrion before closing the distance, searching to pierce him. The Dark Knight however continued his casual march.

[Saasha]

Kissira was on the move again, this time she decided to meet her attackers half way. Her saber hissed as it sliced through a particularly large being, but her strike almost didn't come in time as she ducked under it's lunging arm. The saber met unusual resistance as it flew through it. She ignored the sensation however as she reeled and found a couple of them swarming at her, she brought her saber above her head had back-peddled a bit, twirling her blade faster and faster, letting her own body spin with it to get momentum. When they were close enough, she extended her arms and pushed her blade through the group of four that had gotten a bit too close. She kept her blade moving as she tried to get her back clean of danger for the time being.

Her heart jumped a bit as a clawed hand latched onto her foot. Looking down she found herself to be held fast by a... reforming being? They were healing? She growled a bit and cursed. So they could heal... "Heal from this!" She brought her hands together in front of her face, saber still in hand. The woman shoved the Force into the large group of beings, rather into their bodies themselves, filling them and completely inundating them in her power. Her growl turned into a yell as she ripped her hands apart and with them the beings. They exploded in showers of innards and gore and there would be hardly anything left of them when the scene settled out. If they could respawn from near atomization, then she would worry.

[Cap'n Failz]

His Tekk-Lancer swept in a blistering arc, carving clean through the demons in his immediate reach. He sliced and tore them apart with just as much ease as he would any Radam soldiers, but they were capable of one thing the Radam weren't, as he soon found out with a chilling revelation. He spun on one heel, planting his spiked knee in another demon's face and practically blowing its entire upper half clean off. He swept down low and launched its lower half with a spinning kick into another crowd.

He turned, ready to leap toward the nearest target, but was only met with what seemed to be what he had taken for corpses pulling thmeselves together -- literally. It was a chilling sight that honestly frightened him for a brief moment, but he shook it off -- he couldn't afford to let his guard down. He drew back his arm and hurled his Tekk-Lancer. It spun forward like a buzzsaw, sending ribbons of blood and flesh in every direction. And in an instant, he was g one from his former location and had his lance in-hand once more, and behind him, along his lance's path, everything that had been touched by it literally exploded in a shower of blood and gore, sending sliced chunks and ribbons of flesh and bone all over the area.

He turned in time to see another feat similar occur, as a large group of them was seemingly....torn apart from the inside. He stared for a moment against everything his combat training told him, before he shook off the surprise. He was out of his element here, and his next comment showed it: "This is ridiculous....how do we even fight something that can pull itself together like this?!"

It wasn't going to stop him from trying, even if it meant he came to unnecessary harm himself. Because so long as he and these others were the focus of the demonic aggression, there was a chance that some of those with no part in this could get away. And that was reason enough for him.

[Linx]

"Outclassed? Look around you old man, you've been outwitted." he says with a grin, exhaling lightly. Despite the furious onslaught launched at the demon king, they only served to mask his true attack. Etched into the stone around the demon were the marks of a seal. As Tyrion spun on his heel, lightning dancing along his form enhancing his speed, he swept low, brushing a finger along the lines and raising the seal around the demon. It wasn't just any seal either, it was the Seal of Ragnarok. Developed and perfected after years of countless research and testing, the Seal of Ragnarok was one of his ultimate traps, and the demon had stood right in it in his arrogance.

No matter how powerful the demon, Any assault he launched upon it would rebound upon himself twice as strong. It immediately neutralized any demonicly charged attacks brought to bear within it's radius, and the demon couldn't cross its boundaries. It had been carefully sculpted in Tyrions assault, etched deeply into the ground by raw lightning that even shattering the ground as demons before this one had tried to do wouldn't disrupt it. "I don't care about banishing you, old fool. All I want is your power." he growls out, raising his palms as he launched the second part of his attack, the Chains of Ragnarok. Chains lanced forth from his palms, seemingly made of shadow themselves, seeking to embed themselves in the trapped demons flesh. "Let's play a little game demon. Come inside my head." he says with a wicked grin. Should the Chains of Ragnarok successfully embed themselves into the demon, he would felt his consciousness being drawn from his body and through the chains into Tyrions mind, to battle him within his own home ground that had proven lethal to every demon before him, and his power would be absorbed for Tyrions own benefit. "It was pride that lead you here, and arrogance to this moment. Now, give me your power." he snarls out, crimson eyes flashing as the second circle leapt up around Tyrion to guard him from all outside interference.

[dmc89]

((At this point you all who are still fighting the swarms of demons can keep doing that))

He smiled some as the chains ripped into his skin. But as the absorption process happened, everyone could tell something was wrong... The being morphed into a showy demonic form, bright, glowing yellow eyes and a toothy grin greeted the elf as it began to latch onto the chains, dissipating into a vapor that traveled down the chains and into the elf with a dark, twisted laugh.

"Really? I'd never fall for such a farce." The real Dark King stood atop a black seal that seemed to be floating in mid-air. "So, who really fell for the trap in this situation?"

[Saasha]

The silver-haired woman groaned aloud at the scene. This was going nowhere. There had to be a way to get rid of this thing. She interrupted her thoughts to kill off a few beings with a furrowed brow. What was all of this? She had seen some crazy stunts in her lifetime but this was beginning to irk her in a way she had not felt in a long time. A clawed hand raked for her torso but she jumped back in time to only receive a small tear in her corset. She would keep feeling the rush if they didn't find someway to cut off those portals. Maybe... It was worth a shot.

Her body went into overdrive. An open palm, the creatures flew from her path. A flick of her saber they, fell at her feet only to rise again. Ok, no saber. She shut off the key tool and clipped it to her side again. It was a risky move but right now she didn't really much of a choice, she would need both hands for this. Kissira gathered the her aura under her feet and used it to launch her into the air, her silver eyes trained upon the portals below. Her feet landed safely on a half dismantled rooftop and she immediately began to focus on the portals.

She focused on the thin string that connected them to their source; a thin line that needed to be cut. She closed her eyes for a moment to see into the portal through the Force- and they immediately snapped open again in fear and shock. What had she just seen... It couldn't have been... Her hands shook a bit at the images that shot through her mind again, but she finally pushed them out of the way and peered back in with shuttering breath. Her lips set firm, she began to drain the portals of their connection, trying to shut them down completely from the inside out. She put all of her power and control into this one moment, reaching out with her hands with tensed arms. With a loud bellow she swiped her hands violently across her chest, ripping the portals from their demonic source.

[Cap'n Failz]

Despite knowing his efforts were probably useless, he still fought with all the strength his normal Tekkaman transformation afforded him. His Tekk-Lanced slashed and ripped through everything in his path, scattering flesh, bone and blood on the ground and walls near him. It was gruesome work, but nothing he hadn't hardened himself against many times over. He spared a glance at the one who he could only assume was the leader of this entire commotion. And what he saw made him do yet another double-take. It was unlike anything he had seen before, but he only had a brief handful of seconds to stare before he was forced back into action.

He blocked a swipe at him with a scything blade, and kicked the offender away. Next instant, compartments in each shoulder opened, revealing a set of five green crystals under the sliding armor. Energy began to glow in the crystals and rapidly gather and flare into a compressed sphere of intense energy. He leaped back as a horde of demons followed him. "That's right....right into my sights...."

He spared a second glance at the woman who was fighting these demons and he couldnt' believe his eyes. What was she doing just standing up there?! He mentally shook his head; but he couldn't spare the time to help at the moment. Instead he turned back to look before him, just as he skidded to a halt, locking his boots to the earth and adopting a wide stance. The energy at his shoulders flared brightly, yearning to be released from its confinement.

"VOL....TEKKA!" He brught his arms out to either side and then, with a mental command, the energy was released all at once. It erupted in a fountain of raw destructive energy, forming into a massive beam just bigger around than Blade was tall. The demons in its path were instantly annihalated, atomized and blown away, and even those not immediately hit by the blast suffered burns and great damage as they were flung away.

He arched his back, and the stream of energy ripped up toward the sky, minimizing damage done to the city itself before detonating in a spectacular burst of green and white energy and electricity, most of which rained back down, wreaking further havoc and destruction on the demons there.

[Linx]

Tyrion grins as the power floods into him. Only a fraction of what he'd been expecting, but power was power. His eyes flash crimson and chains lance forth from beneath Sparda, rising to smash through his disc and strike at him. Not the chains of Ragnarok, but new chains of jet black controlled by his mind alone. As he did so, he tapped into the new power that Sparda's sliver of power had given him, launching himself into the air as he created a similar disc to that his opponent had been standing on, launching himself further. His scimitars flash as black lightning coursed along the blades, moving faster than the normal eye could follow. The exhilaration that always came with absorbing more power was thundering through his blood and he began to laugh as the darkness settled into him, seeking to tear Sparda apart and claim his full power for his own.

[dmc89]

The chains smacked into the seal Sparda was standing on but they were deflected. The Dark King himself took note at how the other broken seals were now cut off from his world... what an inconvience... no matter, he'd simply spawn new ones when the time was right. They still had much to deal with as far as the swarms of demons were concerned.

The eyeball in the sky that replaced the moon began to feverishly twitch and spasm as more and more territory of the city began to become engulfed in the nexus, the portion of the city that had currently been placed under the nexus had already began to change as the ground beneath shifted and churned, the fighters would find out it was now a orange, bubbling lumps of flesh that twitched and vibrated each time demonic blood was spilled upon on it.

It even went so far as to devour the corpses of the downed demons only to generate newer monstrosities. Bits and pieces of different demons sewn together into different horrifying creatures.

Sparda turned towards his encroaching adversary and a dark smirk twisted his features. The fool and set himself up, he was airborne and with no wings to guide him, his momentum was the only thing carrying him into Sparda... well... into Sparda's wall of Phantom swords that suddenly appeared just as Tyrion was a good three feet away from the Dark King.

You know that they say about that third law of physics... it's a bitch.