Tears of Blood; Screams of Corruption(open)

[Saasha]

Kissira relaxed and let her mind settle for a brief second. It was all she needed to regain her control and strength and from the looks of things she would need it. So many demons still left and the nexus was still growing. Not only that but the bastard had some tough grunts reforming. From her vantage point she was able to see most if not all of the field. She laughed, field? It was just like back in her apprentice days; trying to cut down opponents that didn't like to die and hoping in vain that she would walk away. Only there was one difference- she was stronger now.

She was not worried about the source for now, the fool seemed to have things under control for now, her attention was needed on the horde that was growing right under her feet. So they couldn't be killed unless they were atomized eh? That would get too tiring too quickly and she wouldn't be able to be of any help after a few mass raptures. Another way to incapacitate them with out killing them and adding to the problem.

She kept her perch upon the roof top and lit up a small ball of black lightning and was about to unleash it upon the masses when she remembered that there was one other upon the floor. Silently she hoped he would listen to her warning. If not, the he deserved what was coming next. Her aura crossed the expanse instantly and licked at his ear with a palpable touch. Not hard enough to startle him, but enough to get his attention. After the touch, a soft voice would whisper within his mind. The only words it would utter were, "Jump. Jump high." then fade away into the breeze.

Not waiting for him to think about it, she unleashed the black sparks from her hand. At first they simply fell towards the ground harmlessly. But as it neared one of the demons, it was drawn to it like it was water. The spark lit up its body and it convulsed and writhed before all movement ceased. But the assault did not stop there, the stray spark caught the next demon in line and got the same treatment. On and on the sparks raced through the field below, turning the once lively ground into nothing but a garden of statues.

[Cap'n Failz]

He staggered, dropping to one knee, momentarily exhausted from the energy expended in the Voltekka. He took a handful of deep breaths to steady himself, and then he was up once more. The energy expended by the technique was great, but nothing that he couldn't cope with if he did not use it continuously. Already his strength was returning and his exhaustion rapidly fading. The Tekkaman transformation fortified his entire body greatly, and even that great expense of energy was only a momentary hindrance.

He split his Tekk-Lancer in two and grasped each half by the grip, and launched himself forward, slashing viciously. The results were even worse than when he had hurled the entire lance just a short while ago, leaving a swathe of butchered demons in his wake. But it seemed to only serve as an annoyance than anything that might be called a permanent solution. He was afraid inwardly, but he did notice that ones completely destroyed by his Voltekka remained that way. It was a good thing to remember.

And then he felt something. The initial touch made him start in surprise, so sudden was the touch, but mostly it was the fact that it bypassed his armor entirely. But the voice that came next was what truly grabbed his attention.

"Jump. Jump high."

He reacted instinctively. The jets on his back flared to life and he leaped up, streaking several meters into the air. He looked down to see that he had been none too soon, seeing the lightning lancing through the demons below. He cast a glance about and saw the source of it, shaking his head in amazement. "If that doesn' beat all...." He dropped down to land heavily on the roof of a building adjacent to the woman who had cast the lightning. "Nice trick!" He called, as amicably as he could.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side!" he added, before leaping back down from the rooftop and right back into the fray, lancing with a heavy slash that carved a brutal gash through the ground, tearing up a massive chunk of it. A swift kick sent it flying, raking up a great crowd of demons and breaking over a much larger figure of a demon.

[Sparda]

"It can't be..."

The look etched across Sparda's face, gazing in the direction of the encroaching darkness from within the castle, could only be described as abject horror. Countless demon souls poured forth from gates at the far southern end of Hallowton territory, each and every one of them immediately recognised as a denizen of his home world. He'd know those auras anywhere. But there was one amongst the horde that utterly dwarfed them all, a power of vast proportions, twisted and corrupt yet also instantly recognisable...

It was himself.

He vanished through a portal, stepping into the city to join the battle. With Revelation in hand, he rushed through the streets, taking on Blades, Msira and Hell Prides alike. The nostalgia was very much unwanted. All the while, there was no determination upon Sparda's face; only that same horror. The very fear he had expressed to Arix just the other day may have come to be.

[dmc89]

((this post isn't anything too important, this is just so me and Ross can duel one another without anyone else getting ignored.))

Sparda's aura reached out fully across the already transformed terrain when suddenly he stopped, his head turning ever so slightly as he saw a man among the skirmish, it was like looking into a mirrored image of himself. A half smirk crossed his lips. 'interesting... let's see what this one has to offer...'

In that instant, the good Sparda would find himself off in the distance somewhere on a terrace facing towards the destruction. "Tea? if you're anything like myself... which I'm betting you are, you do like tea, correct?"

((This post continues here.))

[Linx]

Tyrion grins as the swords blink into being, weaving two seperate spells into one as he flew. A burst of energy swept out before him that would shatter any magic in front of him, be it the swords, the platform Sparda stood on, or any enchantments on him. The second was a simple battle teleport, Blink. Short range teleport that put him above Sparda his momentum dropping him down faster on him, as twin scimitars poised to drag deep gouges down his back, sending electricity thundering through his system. With the new darkness encroaching, it wasn't a simple shock that would spasm his limbs as he had been using before. This time, there was enough voltage to turn the average person into a pile of soot and charcoal. Already the darkness was flooding his system, and ruthlessness was beginning to take control.

[Saasha]

Kissira allowed herself a sideways glance at her complimenter, her lips set into a solemn line. Now was hardly the time for chatting. She nodded in acknowledgement then turned her eyes to the source of their issues. It was high time this was ended, there had been enough chaos for the time being and, to be frank, this killing was getting old. She gritted her teeth as her lips curled at the corners, disgust clear on her face as the Force flowed around her, carrying with it the feeling of fear and terror that the people of the town were feeling. Not only that but the void pockets that signaled the arrival of death and agony grated her nerves like steel on glass. It was a horribly, sickeningly good feeling. Her eyes began to glow ever so slightly at the remembrance of all the times she had relished in invoking those emotions... and that is why this man would die. Especially now that she knew where he was from.

The Forced gained speed as it swirled around her fingertips as her emotions began to rage, fueling her power and making her aura visible for the first time. The black tendrils slithered about her feet, over her shoulders, and down the walls. It poured out from her being in a waterfall of darkness that curled around her limbs, caressing her and urging her forward, assuring her that it would obey her every command. The tendrils shot forward without any warning, pulling her along so quickly that it would appear as if she had teleported. Now a safe distance away, she stopped her advance, but her aura didn't. It continued to race forward. The soft, winding tendrils now appearing as solid spikes- hundreds of them.

But this was just appearances, they were meant to distract, they would do no actual damage but would well conceal her actual intentions. All the while, she gathered the existent Force inside of the being's body and bent it to her will. It obeyed most willingly as she opened her palms to accept the raging tides of her power and push them to do her bidding. Just as the spikes would reach within a threatening distance, she closed her palms let out a vicious snarl, putting all of her emotion, all of her rage, all of her control into making him shatter from the inside out.

[Cap'n Failz]

He mentally cursed at himself for letting himself be distracted with idle commentary. These weren't his friends, this wasn't his home, and the odds didn't allow for him to not take this seriously even for a moment. He clenched his free hand into a tight fist, as a flickering green aura began to glow around him. It grew more and more intense before flaring up with a surge of destructive energy. He leaped from the ground, hovering for a moment as the aura took on the shape of a massive bird. "Crash....Intrude!"

And he cut a swathe through the demons in his sights. The ones that had been paralyzed were easy targets, and he plowed through them, desintegrating and atomizing them with the destructive quantum energy surging around him. In just a few short seconds, everything within several meters had been utterly vaporized and Tekkaman Blade himself shot up to hover well above the ground, surveying the scene below so as to better plan his next attack. What he saw stopped him short, however.

The mass of dark tendrils and spikes sent a shiver down his spine, almost as much the initial demonic appearance had. He was grateful all over again that, whoever this woman was, they were on the same side. He would not want to fight against someone who could pull off feats like that. He didn't want to be fighting against the mess he was fighting against now, either. For now, though, all he did was allow the energy sheathe of Crash Intrude fade to convserve energy and hovered there to watch the outcome of the attack.

---

He had felt the surge of evil and darkness in the Force. It had called to him, urging him to investigate, but he had resisted the pull, having other things occupying his mind. But at the feeling of chaos and battle, and above all death soon following...his curiosity began to gnaw at him. It was decided for him when he finally felt the stirrings of another Force-user. And then he had set his sights on the chaos visible in the distance.

And now he had arrived on the scene. He had silently observed for the most part, earnestly amused at the powers and abilities put on display. He purposefully shielded his presence in the Force from the other Force-user. He didn't want himself to be revealed so soon, after all. The display of attempting to break the one he could assume was the source of this madness with the Force was an interesting trick, to be sure. The amount of power it would require, from what he could sense, would be immense indeed.

Let us see how this fares.... He folded his arms before his chest and waited.

[dmc89]

He smiled as the elf's assault came fourth. Each swipe caused the Dark King to become irregular blurs that moved all around the Elf, each time he taunted his enemy while floating within the air. And that was when he felt it... a ripping at his presence. And his plan fully came to pass, he didn't bother resisting the force user's assault as he began to rip apart slowly, blood spilling upon the scene and spraying everywhere before the flesh and tissue dissipated into shadows, a laugh echoing his words on the wind.

"Let's Welcome Chaos." The twisted and corrupted fleshy ground began to churn violently, the remaining demons become absorbed and overtaken by waves of orange blistering flesh and devoured. The ground began to settle, Sparda appeared to be defeated but there was a small problem... nothing was reverting back.

Instead, The ground churned once more as large globs of flesh began to rise before bursting forth were seven powerful Demon generals. Each of Juggernaut class with a triple S rank. The Seventh one looked towards the castle before brandishing his mighty war hammer, "I'll take the castle, you guys can handle these fools. Be sure the ritual is completed." With that, the demon who spoke took a step and became a streak of red light that jetted straight towards the castle.

[Linx]

Tyrion grit his teeth as his opponent vanished into shadows, turning as his senses noted the new arrival of seven powerful demons. One immediately broke off as he touched down, dropping into a crouch with his blades in hand, glaring at the demons that had risen. "Fine. Six of you instead of one makes no difference. You're all going to die here." he growled out as he flexed his fingers around his hilt, holding his weapons tightly. He grips his blades as he begins stalking forth, power coursing through his body as black flames began to outline his body. "I'll kill every once of you. I will beat you down, make you beg for mercy and devour your soul." he growled out, turning into an all out charge as he began his assault on the demons gathered here.

[Saasha]

Kissira let her aura snap back into her body in alarm. She had enjoyed that too greatly. She didn't understand, she hadn't fought with this side of herself for near thirty years now. Since then she had still slain in the name of protection and peace, but why was it effecting her now? She was jolted from her thoughts by Samurai Jack's war cries. Guess this could wait until later. She created a thin barrier close to her body so that she could still move freely and ignited her saber again. Gah these things were uglier then Blargledurgans...

She followed after the elf but was careful to keep out of the way of those flames. It was not that she was afraid to be burned my them it was just that she did not want to waste her barrier on anything but those beasts. Her invisible barrier began to spark with another round of her black lightning. This time, it looked as if it were covering her from head to foot as she ran towards the beasts. But funny enough, one in particular stood out to her. She smiled to herself, she had to pick the one that looked the most put together didn't she? No matter, it would die soon enough anyhow.

She decided it was better to draw it away from the rest of it's little posse then to try and fight it in the middle of them. But how? Oh yes, be cheap. She reached out and used the Force to grab one of it's ankles and rip it backward. Assuming the thing had good balance, she didn't descend upon it just yet in case it didn't fall. Either way, her other hand was poised and ready to go. she was reluctant to get too close just yet. Not yet.

[Cap'n Failz]

He was surprised to see that whatever the woman had been up to seemed to work.....sort of. The seeming leader of this mess had been destroyed, but...something was definitely wrong. He couldnt' even begin to keep track of what was going on as things changed and then there were seven distinctive demons standing there. One of the left almost immediately for a castle in the distance as little more than a streak of light and he cursed silently, about to go after it, before realizing that one demon was likely infinitely less dangerous than six others that seemed similarly powerful.

He turned back to the six demons below him. Scanning the crowd of them, he looked for the one that seemed as if he might have a chance against it. He finally settled on one that remnded him of the minotaur from ancient myth. Steeling his mind, he closed his eyes. His armor surged with a sudden influx of power, before it began to swell and tear like paper. New spikes erupted without warning, the entire armor became much more defined and angular, looking much more sleek and radiated power dozens of times stronger than it had previously.

And then, in an eyeblink, he was gone. The movement was so fast it seemed like teleportation, but it was pure speed: at near the speed of light, he dropped to the earth and shot forward. Observant eyes would notice a streak of light and a small crater being gouged out of the earth as he kicked off of it. He collided with his chosen foe with a single punch, carrying all of his momentum and incalculable strength behind it, hoping to at least knock the demon away from its fellows to get it on its own and even the fight somewhat.

---

At the revelation of the six demons, Revan scoffed with a mixture of amusement and disgust. He dropped the shield that cloaked his presence in the Force and strode out. This was getting tiresome to watch. He observed the six as he strode forth, and saw two already being accounted for. He settled his eyes on one that reminded him somewhat of himself with the way it was so hooded and concealed.

He flicked two fingers on his left hand, and his lightsaber flew into his grasp and ignited. The violet blade glowed at his side as he strode boldly forward. He lifted his free right hand up, reaching out with the Force. His aim would be to grasp the one he had selected to deal with and lift it from the ground, before sending it hurtling into the nearest building like a cannonball. All the while he would remain striding toward it, unobstructed by anything in his path.

[sebastian]

This was completely unexpected. That was the only real description he had for what was going on here. One moment; he'd been in the Hellsing manor, polishing the silver. The next moment, he'd gotten the strangest sense, as if something was pulling him toward the town itself. And then the uproar came. Even from inside the mansion, he could hear the screams of people and the sounds of buildings collapsing. It sounded like a war zone. Well, he technically was in a war zone... So... An active one. With a sigh, put put down the platter he'd been polishing; and laid it carefully down on a table along with the cloth. He'd have to come back to it. He still felt drawn outside, and he wanted to know why. The demon within seemed to be restless. He wasn't sure where Integra was, but he'd know through the Contract immediately if she was in danger.

The butler left the mansion via the front doors; closing them carefully behind him before proceeding in the direction of that pull. He leaped over the front gate rather than opening it, starting to feel a sense of urgency as the sounds of battle intensified. He was soon in the area of the town where he became aware of the reason he was so drawn to this place... It was utter chaos. A sphere of power had appeared, and he could see countless minor demons swarming around the area. He was able to watch as seven huge demons make their appearance, just as one left in the direction of the castle. The eyes flickered to pink for a moment as he felt a rush of concern for Integra. If she was located anywhere but the mansion, she was in danger now. He closed his eyes, searching his very conscience as he tried to pinpoint her location through the bond on the Contract. But this giant nexus was interfering. He wouldn't know where Sir Integra was unless she was attacked, or if she summoned him personally to her defense.

Sebastian opened his eyes, which had turned pink again and remained; the slit pupils seemingly floating upon a raging see of the color. The pull of the nexus was growing more powerful with every step he took nearer; and he took note that 4 of the demons were already being confronted. He sighed under his breath. He was not under any direct orders at this point to take on the beasts, but it seemed he had no choice. Besides... Integra's ultimate goal was was to defeat the two armies which were threatening Hallowton. By fighting this demon army, he would be assisting with her dream; just as the contract details dictated. But he would be fighting fellow fiends of hell; and he was fine with it. As as a demon himself, he sheltered no fondness of others; particularly this species of which his was superior to. He actually hated them all.

The demon moved toward the battle; knowing full well what was coming as the nexus once again pulled powerfully on his demon form. He could feel the power surging through his limbs. The demon pulled his right glove from his hand and tucked it into his pocket, before raising his left hand so as to take the tip of the forefinger of the glove between his teeth. With pink eyes glittering with purpose, he pulled the cloth from his hand; and dropped the glove in his right hand so that he could also place it in the pocket. Those who had known him in past knew one thing... When the gloves came off; shit was about to go down. Mostly because he didn't want to soil the perfectly white cloth.



The purple contract seal emitted a glow so powerful by this point; it was serving as a flashlight through the darkness of battle field, though he certainly needed no aid of light to see. He turned his attention toward one of the huge demons in particular; feeling a mixed surge of hate and rage. Upon first sight, he had thought for a split second that the many armed beast was actually Claude; as that hated butler's symbol was the spider. But no... This beast had only six arms... And the power it radiated was very different from Claude's. But that did nothing to lessen his unexpected fury. He had kept that anger bottled up so long... The anger that resulted from having his former master's soul stolen on three occasions... It was time for him to vent. And this demon, terrorizing the city his current master wanted to protect, would serve as his punching bag.

Sebastian seemed to float toward the many-armed demon, only vaguely aware of the many others as his focus zeroed in on his one target. A thin layer of shadows covered his entire frame now; traces of green demonic energy flickering about in the darkness. Every step brought him closer to the nexus, a new forceful pull on his demon. Sebastian hesitated for the slightest moment. If he moved any closer, his true form would come into being. And when this battle was over, Integra was sure to find out through reports all the details she needed of the battle... Including a description of her butler's actions and his change of form. But she had told him the day they made their contract that she wasn't unnerved by his true form; that she had already seen the foulest beasts of hell. But he still hadn't wanted her to learn of his true form's power so soon... He mentally rebuked himself then. Integra wasn't a child as Ciel had been. She was bound by contract to him; and knowing of his demonic powers would do nothing to affect the bond.

The demon stepped forward again, and the darkness of black fog began to roll off his figure in waves; distorting the air around him and concealing the details of his rapid change. A cloud of black feathers came into existence about him; swirling around in a nonexistent vortex. The only aspects about his form that anyone would be able to see clearly were the eyes and the still glowing Faustian symbol. His fingers elongated into talons, and he felt the fangs come in. The demon's mouth opened slightly as a sadistic grin took its place upon his face, a trace of amusement directed toward his target. Small-fry... That's all it was. The ground beneath his feet nearly cracked beneath his every step as the sheer force of his demonic energy came into contact with it. The seemingly infinite mass of minor demons who were ravaging this place scrambled out of his path; trampling each other in their haste. Not a single one could bring itself to attack the shadow moving through their ranks. He let them go, it was only the many-armed one he was targeting.

Sebastian came to a halt, standing a short distance away before the giant demon; looking up at it purposefully. Even in this form, he had full control of himself. That was yet another thing which made him different from other demons of his species. Most of them gave in to the mass of power, allowed it to consume them. But he, even with his already boundless strength being fed by the nexus, was still himself. The ground beneath his feet began to splinter as the darkness became opaque; spreading out and growing until it concealed both the giant demon and himself. No one would be able to tell what was going on within... The giant demon's own energy was being drained steadily into the mass of cloud, which in turn would be sapped by Sebastian himself. The sadistic grin widened.

"Well well... I would welcome you to our realm; but I'm afraid I can't allow you to wreak any more disaster." He said softly, his voice echoing within the clouds. Then he raised those long talons, and sprang into the air. He was aiming to rip through the three arms on its left side first; leaving his own demonic energy within the stumps as he passed would make regeneration much slower, if not impossible. As he found himself above the demon and began to descend from his leap, he reached out to remove the other there arms as well. He would make quick work of this being, and then move on to aid the others who fought against them. He had seen Tyrion facing off against his own demon. Sebastian planned on going to see if Tyrion needed help as soon as the many-armed demon was destroyed.

[Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns]

Araneolus
Mordeo

Tyrion was charging head on into a pit of nothing but pain and misery at this point. He wouldn't even get twenty feet near all six demons before the 8 foot Goliath stepped from their ranks and sent the most powerful wave of darkness in his direction. It was no average darkness, it was just simply the power he possessed and controlled the very aura of blackness itself. He dragged the massive axe behind him as he walked toward the Chaos Elf, the axe itself being nearly as large as he was decorated with hundreds of dangling skulls with chains through holes in their bone structure.

This demons foot steps rocked the ground cracking stone and breaking cobblestone apart, a ton of metal was all that it was. A soul bound to this armor that threatened to eat away at all the energies that the elf controlled now as it marched its way directly to him.

---

Sebastian would make two major flaws in his attacks. The first one was underestimating the sheer speed this demon possessed. The second was getting much too close for it to attack. Each pass would go unnoticed to Sebastian at first even as he tore through all six arms with relative ease until he would realize the demon had placed all six of the sharpened scales through his body. Araneolus wasn't like the others. He didn't need the nexus to regenerate at all, his innards were literally molten lava possessed by the power of a single entity. The regeneration process wasn't anything magical or power based at all, it was the lava that spewed out the wounds that solidified into yet another six limbs.

Araneolus however didn't wait for Sebastian to come around again. Instead it looked up at the sky where all six arms would move at speeds rivaling light speed as it tore scale by scale off its husk launching a machine gun volley of them toward the 'demon butler'. Hundreds of these objects moved at beyond the speed of light toward Sebastian until Araneolus was digging through lava. It had to wait for a while to regenerate more of its husk in order to launch another volley. However, it didn't stop the best from pulling scales from its body to fight with yet again. It was one hell of a-.......

[dmc89]

Top --> Kissira Middle --> Tekka Bottom --> Revan

The golden armored beast looked towards the ankle, he felt the pressure of telekinetic ability and this was going to be fun. Instead of fighting it, he simply allowed it to rip him into the air towards the adversary that so chose him, correcting his posture into a kick while placing his great golden blade in front of him like a lace, looking to spear his attacker.

---

The Minotaur like demon began to march forward, three of the five were already seemed quite acquainted with their battle partner. He would soon choose. And he rushed straight for the armored machined male clearing a quick path with his spiked war hammer. Within no time at all Ruricola was upon tekkaman and swinging his massive hammer with a massive roar.

---

"Let's hope you prove the least bit interesting... " The one that Revan had called out with the force was now behind him towards his left, cloak still up, he had felt the telekenetic power being used upon his and shifted himself within the lurking shadow to evade Revan's attack. "I am Umbrux... Yourself?"

[Linx]

Darkness engulfed the elf warrior as he charged, having set his sights on the demon who'd stepped forth. With a furious roar, he flashed out of existence before the wave could strike him, appearing above the towering juggernaut that had become his opponent. With a scream of feral rage, his form shuddered and seemed to burst as darkness erupted from his body. Gone was the elven king, in his place stood a demon. At only slightly taller than six feet, he was still smaller than his foe. His form was armoured and wings erupted from his back as his fingers elongated into talons, teeth extending into fangs. The corruption and power he'd taken into him from the Sparda doppleganger surged through his body and he roared out in hatred as he glared down at his foe. The only colour on him were his blood red eyes as he folded his wings, dropping into a meteoric dive against the demon below. As he fell, lightning crackled and gathered around his frame, before he became little more than an electric comet with all the raw power of a lightning storm concentrated on one target. And as quick as lightning, he aimed to strike the beast head on and smash through it in his blind rage. Empowered by the nexus in his demon form and from the power he'd gained from Sparda, his lightning shed it's own radiance to combat the encroaching darkness of the demon. Aside from the crackling surge of raw lightning, one other word could be heard repeated for those that cared to listen.

"kill. kill. Kill. Kill. KILL. KILL!"