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Post by Ayen on Sept 6, 2011 18:03:53 GMT -6
The two halves of Ranko fell down to the cruel desert sand below but when Mariya would turn her head she would see The Crimson Devil begin to paste herself back together. The two halves reemerging with one another and healing over within an instance. Ranko stood up to her feet and spun around, swinging Kasul down vertically, sending a massive powerful surge of demonic energy towards the angel where she stood. |
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Post by lisa on Sept 10, 2011 20:04:15 GMT -6
Mariya turned around and held out her hand when the demonic energy came her way, beginning to absorb it into her as she charged forward. The origins of devils came from the angels, demonic energy in itself was just a corrupted form of angelic energy and in her role as death, Mariya walked a fine line between corrupt and righteousness. Using the light from the demonic energy Mariya temporarily blinded the Empress of Jherrazad as she appeared to her side and aimed her blade for Ranko's ribs.
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Post by Ayen on Sept 10, 2011 20:31:46 GMT -6
“Foolish girl!”
Paraphrasing the same words the angel had used to insult her earlier in their confrontation The Crimson Devil watched as the arms on Mariya’s body blew off, the arms and her weapon being lost within the desert sands of the empire as the energy from Kasul began to weaken her from the inside out. It was true that angels and devils shared a common ancestor but Kasul’s evolution took on a very different form from his brothers. The Angel of Death assumed that a simple energy blast from the demon blade would be safe, she assumed wrong, as the power used to drain the strength of gods and devour the life essence of sentient being on Genesis, was always there no matter how small the energy it produced from his mistress’ will.
Mariya was infected by Kasul’s power now, unable to stop as it attacked the bloodstream of her human body, as it attacked the life essence of Death itself and weakened it until it was no stronger than a mere babe. Seeing the weakness begin to take it toll on the angel The Crimson Devil saw it fit to finish this confrontation once and for all, to do what no one for the past two thousand years has been able to do. Hold victory over death. But Ranko would not stop there. The Crimson Devil would take the Grim Reaper on as a slave. A servant of Jherrazad. God was about to lose his Reaper.
Ranko thrust Kasul straight through the chest of the angel, finishing off the remaining strength that dwell inside her very being. Cold crimson colored eyes looking into hers as she thrust the blade deeper, making sure Mariya felt pain for threatening not only her, but Kasul and Jherrazad as a whole. It was a suiting fate that she should have to serve all three at once. Ranko held onto her so she could not flee. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Mariya was Jherrazad’s now.
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