HoS-KinndredAffairs

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Shadows began to whisper through the decades of torment which surpassed them. Vague ideas and ideals sprung from one another grasped at the feeble minds of those therein its twisted holds.Thoughts led to actions, and actions in turn to reactions. Moments pass unadulterated from one another. The Span of which though was just as meaningless as the rust upon the great chains. A screeching emphasized the utter desolation of the collaborating mass that was its halls. A great expanse began orchestrating the extrinsic expansion. A rotation began from this central point as if the great essence of the complete puzzle was turning upon an axis. The screams of the populace fueled it further, it was only a matter of time before the great walls expanded to their fullest for the moment. A mock of human suffering overwhelmed the walls coating them thick in visceral staining their structures on an infinitesimal proportion. Such was its cause. The soul’s, sins, and experiences. Growing it had evolved carefully nourished by its children The maze folded upon itself; Once, twice, thrice. A figurative priest began to tend to those under his mass, such knowledge he held for them, such love, hate, pain, pleasure. Experiences beyond and before the virus of life. And such was the way, such was the solution. Now locked away in a pocket The maze grew enveloping the darkness of all whom find its solution and seek out its secrets. The fallen one Leviathan Twists its eternal sight locked upon its children. Few had rose to usurp his throne, None had survived, now all that was left was his trusty Engineer, The Hell Priest; and the Gash for which he ruled. There was a secret song in the center of the realm, And its sound is like razors through flesh. He was here to turn up the volume; to press the stinking face of humanity back into its dark secret heart. He looked up from the fountain,the same emotionless expression pulling the edges of his leather beaten face. The Box within its hand ow held anew its form changed with every alteration from the Hell Priest’s volition. He watched the others enter around him, their aesthetic appearances impressed him not, only the diligence of the box before him. A few knocks sounded in his presence and he all but ignored them focusing his intentions, as the obsessive manner of Leviathan fueled him forward. He had to open the gates, bring forth his brethren so they might teach this domain anew.

A half turned expression crosses the face of the Hell Priest The offering he gave to the shadows claimed not the rot, claimed not the delicate flesh of putrescent. In a voice light like the air and chilling much like a voice talking through the void of death it would answer. “A body and mind broken supplies a new generation of learning to apply. An empty shell, That is the state of your hell stuck in the present surrounded by your own darkness it swells. Such a sweet beat so sweet, the suffering of the mother, the cries of the fetus. The shouts of the father, The heresy of the priest.” The small thing, for lack of a word seeing its guts leak, and its inner juices run down the span of a clawed hand begins to coo as it seems to adjust within his hand as if the pain was comforting it. The veins protruding from its ear moved to and fro dripping a dark essence not entirely of physical, or psychological relevance. In a realm of such it was neither. It opens its mouth exposing an orifice darker than the abyss. It begins to cry in hunger and so it chooses to begin to sate its hunger. Its veins extend toward the face of Fides and launches at his eye sockets. Its mouth begins to open wider it seems as its mouth opens darker and darker as if it were eating; feasting upon the darkness around it. As this occurs an odd sensation of warmth begins to envelope the area, the sweet smell of honey carries around the Hell Mother, Her head jerks to the side relieving a large snapping sound. The hell priest turns toward the hell mother and extends his hooked blade. He slashes her body vertically from navel toward her feminine parts. The first thing noticed was a pair of skeletal hands as if its own bone structure was ripping itself out of its unholy vulva the next thing to birth itself from this cesarean slash was a skull, though it looked far from human, in the place where there should be eyes was nothing but teeth, in place of a tongue was an obviously phallic looking organ sitting there erect. The torso follows, it was fully fleshed, though it appears as if ever six inches the torso was wrung one-hundred-eighty degrees. This chimeric beast begins to choke. Its skeletal arms begin to drag itself toward Fides, the cries of the baby seeming to call it quicker and quicker. The original form of the Hell mother leaned backwards as if scared to approach the baby. It was literally dragging itself from the insides toward Fides. “There is a secret song spiraling down the center of the word, a symphony of sensations, an orchestra of flesh, An overture of experience. I’m here to turn up the volume; to press the stinking face of morality back into the darkness from which it came.” The mocking Fides repeated his words back to him only as they spoke the last words they seemed to morph into what could only be described as zombie care bears Their stare almost as evident as the songs sung, They matches in tone and cheeriness as the elven small faerie folk that previously was taunting him, at each verse they sung it seemed they were pulling more and more at the shadows that covered Fides. Moving the labyrinth around them it would only be a matter of time before Fides would shift again, and when he did the Priest would intervene to orchestrate his dark mass.

Fides would ponder the child's comfort as he listened to the hell priest, his words rang true, the Sinn was not accustomed to things grasping deeper concepts. As such fides would grasp the child with a renewed vigor, the force should be enough to crush the child but Fides doubted that would be the case, but he saw quickly that the cruel and macabre ways of the realm had a merit and truth all their own which was altruistic. The infant's attempt to feed may well have been slaked by the next offering of the Sinn, a bottle, an opaque black in color, filled with a thick viscous fluid. To the Sinn this substance was known as “Silver Wine” and was a delicacy of sorts, offered as a mild apology to the priest in a fashion. As the gaping maw of the infant opened wider fides would quickly insert the bottle, the fluid made of fermented damned souls. More often than not these things were intangible, but as a Visser Fides was capable of a rare craft, known to some as soul forging. That is to take a soul and form it into something physical. In this case the silver wine. The darkness the gaping maw of the child reminded Fides of home, the embrace of Caliga, his god. God of darkness and sin. If the child continued its assault upon the Visser he would allow it, there was more than enough darkness here to maintain this manifestation as well as to feed the child, it had also sparked a curiosity in Fides, as most things could not feed off shadows, and he did have some interest into what the child would become. Of course the odd birthing of a new being drew the attention of the Sinn as well, it was displeased to see those creatures again, a low hiss of sorts escaping the form as they birthed from the creature that had emerged from the mother. Fides was forbidden to initiate combat though he was in a fashion already attacked, but with so much more then actions this was a battle of something deeper, and physical attacks would prove little, if anything. Those small beings and their jovial nature had such irony in this place, so much so that despite their being as annoying as they were Fides could not help but laugh at them, as if some private little joke for the Visser. Its attention turned to the priest now as it gave a nod acknowledging the words and the wisdom within. Its chorus of whispers speaking once more in hissing unison “the sins of the flesh….sweet as they may be priest are no longer my own, the emptiness you perceive is indeed ours, though it is a gift, not a curse. We are so exquisitely empty it simply defies the logic of most...so empty in fact that our presence consumes the inspired. Those who think themselves dark have no idea the claims they profess, such things are commonplace...it seems though you may have an understanding of what it is to be dark...what it is to sin….the magnificent freedom that comes from casting off the dogmatic law of man….repugnant thing that is "

A realm of souls, left not to imagination, a growl deep within the care bear stare progressed with the feeding of the small child. Flesh; rotten and decomposed spans the short area between the Hell mother and her visceral soaked transformations. A crying thing sat there its head liquefied its mind begins to swim the vast liquids taking the profane offering into itself, growing, swelling. The pressure placed upon it revealed its physical limitations. The moments of truth come and begin to fade, dark cessations of time spawning darker thoughts, darker beings. A church bell tolls in the distance. Its sound piercing through the songs of the bear creatures. The ticking of a clock is audible next like one winding the gears of a timepiece. The bell tolls a second time only to bring with it another brief moment. the Hell priest begins looking toward the top of the section they had found themselves in. The bell seems to grow louder. “We are more alike let me show you,”. The presence of Leviathan radiates through the small child, pleased by the souls fed to its vessel. The Bears then explode, leaving behind mute skeletal beings dancing around. They begin to enclose around Fides, instead of attacking him they seem to be flowing their own branches of darkness into his umbra as if they were essentially trying to alter his makeup from external sources. This would not appear to be of a means to cause him submission, but rather would be more close to a boon granted by the great prince leviathan. A mark of Discord placed upon the visitor. A mark of Resonance entitling him to fuel the prince with his own deeds. The hell priest speaks again, “Your gift has been accepted. And your souls repented before the lord of the labyrinth. Purged or grace you are now More than Sinn, You are divine."

Both God and Fate are fickle beings, The Fallen born as Malachi knew this abundantly well. Threads of black and white shredded through the Demon’s eyes as he twisted and tumbled through a void empty and filled to the brim with things not even his immortal mind could comprehend, his wings were useless, bound beneath this human shell by the warded runes on his ankles and wrists, the true chains beneath his corporeal ones. Then he stopped, dangling in the air, his white and black hair cascading down his shoulders and his turquoise eyes taking in his surroundings before falling on green grass. Malachi found himself smack dab in the middle of a large field, a far cry from his apartment home in New York, wondering whether he was truly alone, or if his bond-brother Emrys had been dragged here as well. “Is one of my brothers behind this? Rafael or Castiel? Or is it Azazel and his machinations, the smug bastard, stealing my wings and leaving like this for millennia wasn’t enough?” Malachi thought, swearing in any human language he could come up with as he stood heavily upon the grassland. At a distance of what looked to be 100km there was a dense forest full of trees of all sizes and were almost like curtains to the woods, covering the woodland area from wandering eyes and leading men and women to enter to satisfy their curiosity. Seeing nothing else at any distance away from him, the devil named August made his way into the forested brush. “I should find some shelter, I am likely to be here for a while longer.” He said to himself, ruminating on the situation he found himself thrust into.


deviousmiskreent07/09/2019
Kali was a strange kinn. For one she was much smaller than her brethern, standing at about 9ft, as well as a lot denser than most. Her manifestation preferances were in fact a sort of .. tactic. The denser and smaller her form, the easier it was for her to draw and direct magical currents and energies through herself. Magical energies that were required for many of the things she enjoyed doing. Like summoning creatures and demons and whatnot from other realms. It also aided in her forging abilities, but that was not its purpose today. Today, mana ran through her manifestaion and was bound to her will to summon a fallen. She had no name and thus no control over which one was pulled through the void, but for her purposes .. just about any would do. -continuing-


deviousmiskreent07/09/2019
She had carefully laid out the stone circle, engraved the proper runes and bound it to her will with a drop of her own umbra. Whatever landed in the bounding circle would essentially be trapped unti she released it. Satisfied with the runic and umbral protections, she muttered the words of the summoning as she had thousands of times before, and waited. Sometimes it took awhile, sometimes it was instantaneous. Sometimes ... more than one came through, never had a summons failed. So she smiled as the creature fell out of the void and onto the circle of stone. (She speaks exclusively in latin but i do not have access to a translator atm ) "I am not one of your brothers, so I would say not" she replied to his question of how he had gotten there. And then he seemed to pick himself up and head for the woods. Startled, Kali looked down at the bindings and cursedto herself ... as a newish Kinn she had failed to make the proper adjustments to the runic workings. Well ... you live you learn. If the man turned towards her voice, he would witness something startling. -cont-


deviousmiskreent07/09/2019
This woman did indeed stad at just over nine feet and appeared as a solid manifested shadow. Her form was completely solid black witb the exveption of white scarring around her eyes ... of which there were three. The other starling feature was that she also appeared to have a total of four arms, and six horns graced the top of her head. She wore a strange outfit, also black, that appeated to be a long slitted skirt and bikini like top. A necklace of silver bejeweled skulls graced her throat and other glittery adornments draped her waist and one set of her horns, a dark inverted cross sat on a long strand of rosary beads that draped and wrapped about her upper left arm. Pure, unadulterated evil flowed off her form creating a sort of pulsing shadow that danced about her, shrouding her almost in a light fog. She stood silently then, contemplating the fallen, and her own mistake. --done--


Yasumaru07/09/2019
’Heh such machinations afoot, none of which my own… these mortals are frivolous with their constant needs and wants, in these last five years Valeska Trade has double in profit margins… oh the amazement it brings me, yet alas… I want something new, maybe a trip to France will spark interest in me again.’ With that state Melphasia though not alone, a set of briefcases were held within his hands, clothes perhaps? Or something else in nature. Either way a mystery nevertheless to ones observant eye, ’Just gotta put these away and then were off.’ The mocha skinned male with lilac hair who was none other than a daemon in human guise held his eyes closed as he took a long sigh within his penthouse suite atop of the building he owned. Though that all changed as he opened his eyes for them to come across the void, ’Oh for fucks sake, this again… Why me of all things, I just wanted to go to fucking FRANNNNCEEE!’ He thought to himself as his heart pumped rapidly, being sucked into the endless night of this rift, this portal of sorts that had a strong grip of pulling him through, ’Who the fuck’s doing this… What power, to pull me with such intensity… Heh least I brought you two with me.’ He’d state in thought as he was nearing the end of what seemed like a long journey, yet what seemed to happen next was bit of what one would call a rough landing, more like up shit creek without a paddle as his hands lost grip of the cases that were now falling behind him. [c]
“For fucks unholy SAAAAKKKKKEEEE!!!” Was what had been shouted, possibly loud enough for both parties to hear, it could be heard as a muffled sound from the other end of the summoning portal, it seemed not only did one person come out from the same place, though now another? This might or would be an interesting fascination for the tall woman of shade if she took notice. However instead of being summoned right within the circle, a rift or tear opened in the sky and it looked as if it spat out a being resembling closely to mortal, yet from the height of three stories it was falling it be highly doubtable. A large gap of space between the woman shade of nine feet and the male of six feet who seemed to be walking away, crashed onto the ground leaving a crater of three centimeters in the ground, kicking up dust. However what was amusing was that two silverish metallic cases fell from the sky in the exact angle, ’Oh… fuck m-’ Melphasia stated in his head, not finishing his sentence as one of the cases smashed against his face, opening up to reveal a gun with two barrels, a flintlock of sorts with several varieties of ammunition, the other case hit his stomach, knocking the wind from his lungs as he laid there which when the case opened was a blade, a sword of sorts that was forced, a tuning fork perhaps? “Ow…” Muffled and pained was the sound that came from his voice, yet as he moved the case out of his face and off his body, sending the sword to the ground along with the gun and ammo boxes, when he opened his eyes he found himself in a grassey plain, trees and wilderness around him, he slowly rose to his feet and looked around.[c]
“My word, what fresh hell have you stumbled into this time Mel…” He’d ask himself, the male was wearing a pair of black dress slacks and a slate grey sleeveless buttoned up shirt with seemingly black leather vest hugging his slim figure, he’d slick back his lilac hair as his off color peripherals of goldenrod and jade gazed upon the new realm, yet his eyes focused more to a male who was trailing off, though felt the presence of another, he closely facing towards behind him, “Are you the one who summoned me?” He was addressing the oddity behind him without giving her a sole glance yet he couldn’t help but shift his head to the right of him, his golden hue being the first to take in whom he was looking at, he’d catch a glimpse of a large shadowy figure taken up as a woman’s appearance, being nine foot she have a severe height advantage over Melphasia in the body he inhabited yet Mel could easily surpass her in height if he truly wanted, though was comfortable in the skin he was inside of already.[e]


Vultia07/09/2019
Vultia stood within her home, the new rosary held in her grasp. Her features hidden from sight by the shadows that shrouded her and hid the lines of her robes from the views of the lower beings that clustered around the now powerful being. Recombined to create a more powerful being, Celatain submitted to her Father, the one known as The Evincar. The silver ruins that glittered across her neck corset showed her submission, but only to The All Father and her Father. She has yet to have met any of the others… Keeping to herself since she was made whole again. That is, until she felt someone playing not to far away. Another being made from Umbra, who seemed to just.. Call forth and not control? Vultia was unsure of what was transpiring, but her own curiosity caused her to fade from home and swiftly make her way towards the new beings, one she intended to meet herself. Ranging a bit over 13 feet tall in her true form, Vultia towered over most beings, as she normally always has. Her silver gilded eyes roamed slightly over the trees as she flowed through the shadows that danced and played among the trucks of the trees.
As her she reformed not far from where the other Umbra being was at, Vultia was a presence to be noticed by any around. The whispers that swam around her was soft sounds of terror and the screams that wracked from within her spoke only of her strength in keeping so many in control. She watched as what seemed to be two beings were pulled through, but not controlled. A slight mistake? Vultia was unsure of what the smaller being was attempting to do, and she found that she cared very little. She stepped forward, the dense black shadows dancing around her as she moved silently and with ease. She moved into the field of view of the others, and at the moment, all they would see is a large being, neither male or female whos very presence could cause one to shrink away. An embodiment of sin, evil if you will, who relished in finding more and newer ways to cause havok on the lower beings she encountered. The spread of black from her feet enhanced the screaming around her, and the withering souls that splayed out in the darkened pool spread out a bit over three feet from her in a clear circle. Those who strayed to close… They would begin to relive their past sins, only in techi-color, and in much greater detail than they remembered. As well as making the want to repeat said sin much much stronger.

July 10, 2019

Malachi the Shackled07/10/2019
As Augustine made his way towards the forest, he felt in the very pit of what could be called his heart, a pulsation inferon of cinders and ash which pushed his demonic essence through his veins, he felt the presence of a being behind him. The feel of the energy was familiar, familiar to that void which he fell through, the worlds that brought him here, perhaps this being was his way back. It didn’t feel angelic, thank his Father for that, but neither was it demonic in nature. It was similar though, similar enough that he could feel both sin and dvinity emanating from the being he had yet to see, and so he turned, whipping around on his heels to see a sight that made him feel cold, an impossibility for the fiery fallen. The woman was larger than any he had ever seen in the human world, with skin as ebony and absorbing as his own in his true demonic form. Immediately assuming, he thought she was some sort of demon, the horns fucking were usually a dead giveaway. But no, he was wrong, he would have known if it were a demonic entity, and the feel of this person was completely off. “Hey! You! You the one who brought me here?” He said loudly, so that his voice would cross the distance between them. He felt another bleedin demon not a but a few feet away, cunts are fucking everywhere. “Hello and hell no, if you’re here to take me back to Hell you can tell Azazel and his fucktoy Beelzebub that he can go ram himself without me there.” Upon seeing this arrival he left back in the opposite direction and made his way back to the woods.

July 11, 2019

deviousmiskreent07/11/2019
Kali was still in the process of inspecting the runes and markings of her summoning circle when the Fallen (Mal) chittered at her in common monkey tongue and then turned his back on her to walk away. Considering the concurring events, with yet a second demon falling from the sky, one she wasn’t even quite sure had been summoned by her circle in the first place, and the arrival of another kinn, her attention was split and the Fallen was likely to get off easier than he would have . . . maybe. Her head tilted as her three eyes took in the visage of the one that had fallen and landed with somewhat of a loud splat and the clatter of his weapons cases (Mel). She blinked slowly and reigned in her displeasure with the situation, one of her shadowy tendrils reaching out across the lands to wrap itself around the Fallen’s (Mal) ankle. Unless he had some sort of protection or something to fend off the utter darkness, the tendril would wrap about his ankle and pull him back across the field toward herself. He was the one she had wanted, he would be the one to get the brunt end of her attention. Not that the second demon would be bereft of her interrogations as yet another tendril would leash itself around his ankle as well. The tendrils would do more than tether the two of them to her, but would also begin to invade their minds, again, unless they had some kind of protection against such violations. -c-
She was looking for information on weaponry that could further her purpose, and the dismissive and flippant attitudes of the two demonic beings has already begun to grate upon her nerves. They were loud and spoke unnecessarily and out of turn. Her attention was stolen though by the other of her kind that appeared silently in her field of view. Kali could hear the screams of this one’s manifestations and the further noise irritated her, she herself kept her manifestation virtually silent. The souls within her dominated to the point of near mute. She could tell that this one was older than she, and possibly more powerful. Kali would pull all of her manifestation in on itself, her form becoming more solid as the other kinn approached, less foggy, and as a way of keeping her abilities to herself in a bit of respect for the larger kinn. She bowed her head in acknowledgement and went back to what she was doing with the two demons. -c-
“Ego sum illa, qui vocavit te, et tenetur vos ad hoc planum, loqui vestri responsa ad quaestiones meo, et ego dimittam vos ut vestrum negotium, negare me et vos mos perceptum paenitet ipsum esse “
(I am she who has summoned you and bound you to this plane, speak your answers to my questions and I will release you to your business, deny me and you will learn to regret your very existence) she told the two of them and waited for their replies.
(done)

July 15, 2019

Yasumaru07/15/2019
Melphasia continued to take his stand, looking upwards at the female figured creature of abyss, ’A Darkling? No… If it were I'd sense it, this thing is different… older, what fresh pit of hell did you come crawling out from?’ He kept to his thoughts yet as he did his head shifted to the direction of what seemed to be male, though was he? He smelt rather odd for one, he’d watch as this male went and blatantly mouthed off the creature they both were looking to yet soon his direction was shot at Mel, words that slowly confused him which he couldn’t help but interrupt, “I’m sorry but who in what version of hell are you talking about, Azazel? Beelzebub? I am not a hellion, so do not mistake me for something out of the fucking bible.” If there was one thing Melphasia disliked more than where he was now, was being mistaken for a disgusting demon, the larger conception was that there was a double meaning behind the word Daemon, one yes meant demon though the other meant was a divinity or supernatural creature between god and mortal… Which he more was in tuned and close too, “Remember that for next time.” He’d state in the guise of Marquise, the lilac haired daemon of off colored eyes then returned his focus towards the ink colored female with what resembled horns, ’Could this woman… this creature be in relation to them?’ He’d ask himself in thought however as he did he’d lift his sword in his left hand while in his right was the gun.[c](edited)
Mel watched as his presence was ignored at first, given to the being who had a loud mouth and was spouting off like he we’re in charge. He’d however remain silent until those eyes of hers were now dawning on Melphasia, he could sense the displeasurement that was flowing from this beings persona, he let a calm sigh escape his lips as his grip to his weapons were kept firm in his hand, even though he had no belief they would cause this creature harm, it somehow gave him some sort of comfort from within himself. Yet as this went on he noticed as a tendril of abyss matter sprouted from the dark creature resembling a woman and was heading for the male who in all retrospect of his hairstyle had a skunk esque design. Melphasia was rather distracted by the strike against the male that he himself was rather caught off guard. He’d feel something rather cold coiling around his ankle before being dragged on his back and brought closer to this woman of darkness, wincing as he felt a sudden pressure being placed upon his mind, a place this being would regret entering.[c]
(Within Melphasia’s mind)

Penetrating the confines of Melphasia’s consciousness or the cortex, this being would find it somberly quiet and nearly riddled with darkness. Endless voids from the farthest the eyes could see, one would eventually wonder if Mel had a brain let alone information. However the sense of knowledge was there yet just not within this creatures grasp, perhaps not allowed in the first place? But whom could do such a thing? The longer she tried looking for the information the harsher the strain would be placed upon her as the darkness residing inside him was old, possibly primordial to a given though not of his own. The inside of his consciousness would feel voider than usual. A second presence would bring itself into existence and so would another. These beings within him would tower into unfathomable extents, titans perhaps? No… the sights of gods would play to this beings invasion. One to the left took on the form of a female appearance yet her body was drenched in night and filled with the stars of the galaxy, her eyes white as the snow and her long hair flowing down her back, the being however to the right was just as colossal and taking on the appearance of a man drenched in ebony, his eyes taking the same as the females.[c](edited)
Nyx, Primordial Goddess of the Night: “Qui audet taint mens nostra puer, relinquere simul et nos oblitus hoc mishap vestrum, sicut vobis calcandi super tenui glacie. Tantum de causa, ego loqui ad vos in hoc sermone est confictarum vos in intellectum nostrum.” Her voice carried and resembled that of a queen, powerful and alluring, yet all the more demanding in cold yet threatening command as she looked down upon this invading creature from within Mel’s mind. (You who dares taint the mind of our child, leave at once and we will overlook this mishap of yours as you tread upon thin ice. The only reason I talk to you in this language is to amuse you in understanding us.)[c]
Erebus, Primordial God of Darkness: “Relinquere sanctum nostrum puer animum ad hoc, semel aut grovel ad misericordiam potestate nostra, sicut et nos mittite e vobis, hoc est, locum non enim creaturae, ut te, Kinn. O et nos quid tu, nostrum genus, bona crux crucis transeat ante, id est, entia, sicut et nos, autem, quod tendunt ad pungit, maxime cum nostra spinis.” His voice boomed even without the power of yelling, the darkness seemed to trimble however to his sound, cold yet devilish but icy to the touch, even in the pitch ebony of void that enveloped his body one could see he was strong, resembling an Adonis of perfection. (Leave the sanctum of our child's mind at this once or grovel to the mercy of our power as we throw you out, this is no place for a creature such as yourself, Kinn. Oh and we do know what you are, our kind, gods have crossed pass before, it is beings like us however that tend to prick the most with our thorns.)[c]

(Outside Melphasia's mind.)(edited)
Melphasia did not look so good, his skin took on duller tone, his eyes looked exhausted and his mind felt like it were one fire at this point. What felt like minutes was like hours on the inside of his mind and he wasn’t sure what was going on besides the fact that this being was trying to probe his mind for something, but what it was he had no clue. He’d clench the handles of both his gun and sword as he was tethered to this creature but also to the mouthy shite that opened his mouth to get us stuck in this situation, yet as he took notice of her he saw to take notice of another of these beings drew near, he became silent as this one now towered the already dark womanly figure only this time this one took on neither gender to be identified as, though the screams weren’t helpful as they pierced Melphasia’s ears, a slivering amount of blood trickling down both lobes but at the same time he took note of one of these creatures taking on a solid mass, the smaller of them, ’Damnit… my head… is killling..’ He thought as a droplet of blood ran from his right nostril, yet even through the noise he could hear her speak, ’Ugh… fuck my head, wait… is that… Latin… someone that speaks it… perhaps they are… intelligent.’ He looked up to the one that spoke and responded,[c]
"Ego sum filius Nyx et Erebus, Primordiales Deus et Dea Tenebris et Nocte... est nomen Meum Malphasia, etsi ego quoque ire per nomen Vor'Rathos quod meum est verum nomen. Ego erit interrogata si cessare tua perseverantia in animo est, sed accipiens a theloneo in me, et ego sum certus vos non congregabo respondet aliquis ex cuius mente est, conversus ad mush, et non dico vobis?" His latin was smooth spoken and quite fluent, as if the language had never died from where he resided, yet it seemed what was going on within his head he was unaware of if the creature were to take notice of that on her account though at the same time he was trying to reason with this being in giving the answers she wanted. (I am the son of Nyx and Erebus, Primordial God and Goddess of Darkness and of the Night... My name is Melphasia, though I also go by the name Vor'Rathos as it is my true name. I shall answer your questions if you cease your persistence upon my mind as it's rather taking a toll on me, and i'm sure you cannot gather answers from someone whose mind is turned to mush, wouldn't you say?) [c](edited)
(From within Melphasia’s mind)

Nyx & Erebus, Primordial Goddess and God of the Night and Darkness: These two massive presences in Melphasia’s mind just stood by and waited for a response from this creature though one of two outcomes through these parents would happen, either the creature ceases willingly or Nyx and Erebus will take action and forcefully throw this Kinn from their sons mind and show forth the might of their power. Through overhearing the threat placed upon their son along with being tethered to this Kinn they were ready to take action, two of which like before only now with an added objective, one to free their son’s mind from this creatures invasion and secondly destroying the tether that keeps their child at close whims with it though at the same time heard their son speak and were profound to hear him explain who's child he was of though had nothing to say and just awaited.

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Vultia stood back a bit, her head tilted slightly as she remained cloaked in the shadows away from the others. She heard what each being said, even as the others began their own versions of what was going on. And Vultia did notice that the younger Kinn went to pull the two unknowns towards her, however, the one seemed to have something more to him. Not that Vultia could put a name to, just something different. More, perhaps would be the better way. Even as her thoughts melted into his mind, she shushed the screams of those within her to a mellow backround noise. She sensed voices, more than one, but less than that of the lowest Kinn. Vultia tilted her head as she was able to “hear” more than anything of the threat that resounded from within. Unsure if the threat was to her, or towards the other of her kind, she merely inclined her head, but kept her thoughts close enough to listen in, so speak, before she spoke outloud towards the one male. “Should you wish for us to leave your thoughts and mind, then perhaps you should answer our questions. You are more than meets the eye, and our wish is to know what it is that sleeps within you.” Vultia moved slowly forwards, almost gliding along the ground, her size having no affect on how she moved. Her robe almost seemed to flutter as she drew closer, and the strange shadows that danced around her were visible to the eyes of others. Her silver gilded eyes spoke of eons of knowledge, more so than most. At her feet was pitch black, but a withering pool of Umbra. As she moved closer, it would be easier to see if she was male or female at that point. Her stature held authority beyond that of a mortal understandings. And when she spoke outloud, the chorus of millions upon millions of tones and voices mixed and mingled within her own, each held in check with an iron will that the soul of Celatain kept in check through sheer will power. “You were dragged into our home, yes, but since you are here..” She gestured, a small thing only, and the shadows that clung to her moved, slithering along from her and wrapped around the male whos mind had spoke the threat. “We wish to know more of what you are, where you come from. Speak, being, for we know that you have the ability to do so. Tell us of what kind of beings would be brave enough to make a threat towards of our kind.” as she spoke, the male was slowly brought closer to her having switched hhis placement so that he was right side up and what blood had been on his face drifted down the other way.

However, the being didnt respond. Almost as if daring her to do more than she has. With a mental shrug, Vultia reached out with the force of her mind and leeched into the males body. Seeping inwards, and reaching into the depths of the soul of this being. Twining her thoughts through his mind, she slowly began to rip his soul out and into her. Albeit, doing it slow enough that the process would cause the body to seize and the mouth of the male to scream. One of horror as he felt every single destructing second of the soul being pulled from him. With a pleasure only one of her kind could understand, Vultia made the process last as long as possible before absorbing the soul to herself. Adding yet another screan of despair to what sings around her. Just another voice that joined millions of others. With her lips pursed, she looked towarss the other female Kinn and nodded so that perhaps the other being would be more forth coming with the information she had demanded.

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Kali watched silently as the other kinn approached. She was able to tell this one was older than she, possibly more powerful. Kali was unfamilar with the other but as Vultia took hold of HER prey, she growled softly. In the time it took her to control her own temper though, Vultia had begun the process of ripping out his soul. "Well so much for getting the answers I sought" she said sarcastically in Latin. She made no move against Vultia though, Kali was new tobeing kinn and was still exploring what she was capable of, and she had no intention of risking herself over a single soul of a demon not even one connected to gods. Though it would have been a great opportunity to learn of what she sought. Well, mo matter, there was yet another possibility. She had gotten two for the price of one anyways, she just hoped this one would be more cooperative. But the specticale of seeing the soul rending process seemed to have rendered him mute. Kali asked her questions in many different languages, but the fear had captured his mind and no amount of shaking or threatening seemed to bring him back. "Well hells" she growled, her tendrils of umbric darkness pulling him closer to her yet again. -c-


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She reached up with all four hands, taking his face and neck into her grasp. Her third eye opened slowly, the deep onyx orb in the center of her forhead, one of her sources of power. With it, she gaxed into his mind, searching his memories and knowledge for any signs that he might know of any divine weapon that could be used against her pantheon. There ... there a tiny glimmer, a legend or story he heard once. Excited for the first time, she probed deeper, inadvertantly pulling his soul into her own pool while simply trying to take his knowledge. Unlike Vultia's kill, hers had been quick but not painless. The fear and anger he felt left his lungs in the form of a single terrified piercing scream, and then his form was still, and rapudly cooling in her grasp. The third eye in her forehead would close slowly, a dark smirk crawled accross her face. Finally .. somewhere to start looking. She reguarded the corpse within her hands, fingers flexing against its cooling flesh. Umbric darkness spread from her hands into the dead flesh of her victim quickly overtaking his form. Soon he was covered by a dark tar like substance. Strange and disturbing sounds came from the vorpse as it was broken down into a liquid state, dripping onto the ground within her circle of power and corrupting the ground within. "Nothing to waste" she whispered as the last of the remains were absorbed into the ground, her attitude cold, callus and uncaring as she gathered her things and broke the circle. She considered Vultia one last time, made a mental note to better protect her summonings in the future, and faded into the umbric darkness with her new knowledge. --d--




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Guest_DarkSoul54: - Gets up to put the book back but finds an interesting yet rather ancient book on the shelf-
TharenBlackBlood: --Seeing the amount of people in the shop he hesitates--
Guest_DarkSoul54: - - Walks up to the counter and spots the “assumed” shopkeeper- - “Are you keeping this old book as a relic or is it just there for someone to notice?”
SaintSebastian: Thallos turned to the sound of the other man's voice, noticing him pointing out a dusty old tome. He craned his neck and squinted at it to try and make out the title from where he was. Elvish runes... Of course it had to be elvish. Of all the incredible advancements elves had made as a society, a script that was easy to read from across a room was not one of them. He quickly moved over to inspect it, a pout forming as he scanned the words. "Oh this... This isn't anything extraordinary, sir," he answered, "It's an old elvish novel. A customer wanted it translated so I dumped it on one of my students for extra credit." Thallos flipped through the pages briefly, catching only a single slip of paper with some words translated into common. "Seems he hasn't been making much progress," he remarked, before handing it back to the man.
Guest_DarkSoul54: “Hmm. What exactly is a n elvish rune?”
TharenBlackBlood: ----He eyes the young man reading, deciding that he is fully engrossed, Rook carefully brings out a sealed box. And by sealed it really means sealed it has a metal latch and many many paper seals in neat handwriting plastered all over it. The box is long but not necessarily big, about the length of one's for arm from elbow to closed fist, and about as wide as a fist.-- '' it's a nasty Bugger I can tell you that right away. I had to put all the seals on it in order to carry it safely. I've been carrying this thing around for about 50 years, typically I don't think much of it, but I have been meaning to get rid of it, I just.. i just never found a safe place to do so. It's a blade that speaks into your mind. thus the reason I put so many seals'' (( when the box is opened there's a blasting sense of blood magic emanating from the blade))--
SaintSebastian: Thallos returned to his workstation to finish filling out his other customer's package of herbs. Only a few more to go and he made quick work of it. "It's simply the letters that text is written in. Elves have their own rather... flowery script. I loathe reading it, hence why it became homework for someone else," he answered back while gathering a few materials to work on Rook's salve.
OrderOfGashes: A singularity compossed of no less than three million souls would expand its umbral tendrils. It began to envelope the entirety of the shop inspiring a search throughout its interior. A voice both whispering and shouting would creep through the various cracks of the window panes; the door frames, "Nos non potest venire, ubi non sumus invitati. Erit vobis aperire portas tuas et grata nobis, aut erimus proiecit perdidit in ventos?"(We may not come where we are not invited. Shall you open your doors and welcome us, or shall we be cast away lost in the winds?) Its words were spoken in the ancient speach of the Kinn though strangely as the words were spoken they seemed to be echoed in all dicernable languages until eventualy they would appeal to the common tongue.
Guest_DarkSoul54: - - Looks around the shop for a moment, having the feeling of being watched- - “Does anyone else hear or feel that?”
GavlynofSidhe: A gentle breeze would sweep through the crowded shop, the tinkling of a bell though the door remained closed. The scent of the meadow would be readily apparent if one was sensitive enough to notice. All these ques were a clear ushering of the faes presence. From below a table in the main lobby, the floor would seem to open up and pulling himself from out of the void-like depths would be a slight and fair-headed man. He grunted as he slinked the rest of his visage out of the hole, which promptly swallowed up as if it had never been. He grit and winced, clearly in a state. Moving onto his knees the fae attempted to sit upright, only to rack his noggin on the underside of the table. It shuttered violently, clearly knocking over the ink well atop. He braced and grasped his head urgently making a very pathetic whimper. "Aiteann!" He cursed, rubbing his head continuously as he manuvered carefully out from under the table and into the dim light of the room.
SaintSebastian: Thallos sat himself back at the workbench, scattering his tools hastily on the surface as his customer unveiled this mysterious object he'd been speaking of. All his attention quickly turned to the blade as he leaned forward, chin resting on his hands, eyes shining with an eager gleam. "Oh that is... very unsettling indeed," he replied with beaming enthusiasm. He was overwhelmed with curiousity over the sorts of things such an item would have to say. However that thought was cut brief as some sort of voice interrupted. At first it seemed foreign but slowly the hexsmith could make out what it said. Since it was asking for entry, he figured it wasn't the blade in front of him. >>
Guest_DarkSoul54: - - Turn to see the injured person- - “You ok over there?”
Guest_DarkSoul54: “Hey do you have anything about hunting....creature?”
Guest_DarkSoul54: Creatures*
SaintSebastian: He reached out and took the liberty to slam the box in front of him shut, just in case whatever was asking to come in was interested in it. "Apologies, I did not expect this day to be so... occupied," he said to Rook, "I'm am incredibly interested in what you have here, but I need to answer this. It'll just be a moment." Thallos turned his head to the empty space in the foyer, pondering how to access the formless, otherworldly voice. It wasn't the first time he'd communicated with such entities and because of that he tended to err on the side of caution. Though if it was being thrwarted by his wards, there wasn't much there to be cautious about. "The door is open to anyone unless you're here to steal. This is a shop, friend," he replied with an uncanny air of casualty.
SaintSebastian: And just as one otherworldly entity requested entry, another appeared. Faefolk, Thallos guessed by the distinct stir in the air. He hardly batted an eye as a rift delivered another being into his shop. Many of his customers had very interesting ways of entering despite having a perfectly functioning door. That wasn't the core of his concern however. It was that spilled inkwell soaking into a beautifully worded page of incantations written by his apprentice. Perhaps he should have stored that somewhere less... destroyable. The shopkeeper decided it best to let this individual sort themselves out before making chatter. Besides, he was already dealing with a disembodied voice and a customer with a cursed blade.
OrderOfGashes: "Te honorem nobis benevolum. Talis moribus erit non ire, ignorabitur nobis." (You honor us with your welcoming. Such manners shall not go unnoticed to us.) Again the voice would come this time from behind the door to the shop. The singularity would collect itself and act upon the physical planes Collecting such things as shadows and darkness to pull itself a vesse for a form. Despite its immance presence the pleasent smell of almonds flowed freely from it. and a Strong sense of reverance emitted from every inch of the thirteen feet that its form held. The pressence of this being if one might call it such woulld ebb and flow with an odd mesmer of sorts in which many would find themselves admitting to their darkest intention and actions as one might do durring a communion. The Kinn no longer chose to speak from its mouth but rather had the extention of its umbra commune with those present. " I wish to gain knowledg from your experiances and learn all that s unknown." smoke-like tendrils gripped heavily to its form as it cross over the threshold into the shop. And just as it did so the heavy envolpoing shadows seem to become consumed within itself. The only source of discernable light that emmitted from it would be thirteen opalescent gems bound in a string that he grasped in his left hand, at the end of which a large rosary dangled enlayed with silver an black jet.
GavlynofSidhe: The fae seemed to quickly compose himself, turning akwardly on his boot heels to look at the man addressing him(Darksoul54). His ears twerked gently picking up the common tongue used and expertly adapted his speech though a slight accent graced it. "Ah, ouf me? I been better lad. Tanks fer..."He rolled his arm and hissed, "Tanks fer the concern. Was hopin' fer a pint, but this not lookin much like the Ol' pub." He frowned, rolling his shoulder again. On his back were perched two tattered looking protrusions from each shoulderblade. Like someone had taken a large magnifying glass to a pair of butterfly wings.
Guest_DarkSoul54: - - Walks over to the injured person- - “Yeah, ‘cause that kinda looked like it hurt...a lot.”
SaintSebastian: Well that was certainly not something Thallos saw every day. He could either spend an eternity wracking his brain with the details of the incomprehensible entity standing in his doorway, or he could multitask. "Bit of a hefty request you have there," he replied as he began to grind down Rook's salve into a paste calmly at his workbench, "If it's knowledge you seek, there's a surplus of scrolls, or you could linger around. There's plenty of things to observe just by being here. Never a dull day in this shop as much as I yearn for one."
NightmareMoonemerald: /me Focus. The only thing that Amelie could think of at the moment. She needed to focus. She stood in a forest this morning, not too far from the land of Azureth, having the assignment to find another beast, and bring it back for her boss to faun over. Arms outstretched, feet pointed in different directions, and the bow standing still above the ground; her eyebrows furrowed, as she felt the tug, the sudden snap and soon her arrow would take flight. Soon, but not yet. The Stag was beautiful, with full antlers and just quietly eating the grass without fear. "You're mine, beautiful," her soft pink lips utter, her hazelnut eyes glimmering with concentration, her eyebrows furrowing just a bit more, but before her finger could let go of the piece of metal..."Amelie!" That voice. That screeching, annoying tone that sent angry shivers through the young hunter's body, allows her finger to wobble, and the sound of the wind soon shot in her face as the arrow took off from its commander. The target was invisible to the arrow's eyes, as it flew over the animal, making it run off in another direction. A harsh and frustrating groan fell from Amelie's lips, before turning a death glare towards the annoying young man who distracted her bait. "What is your problem, Gildon?" The man that had shouted the hunter's name, pulled a frown as they ran up behind her, an apple clutched in his fist; which he noisily took a bite out of. A set of light pale lips parted, and a retort was given; once he finished swallowing; standing at the side of the Huntress, “I'm sure you're the one with the problem, Princess. You didn't manage to catch a single thing today." Punching the man in the arm at the response, Amelie rolls her hazelnut brown eyes, "I had that Stag right in my eyesight and you know it. You're such a douche." She turns her gaze back to the spot where her arrow disappeared to; her long dark brown hair flipping a slight hit to the man's face, who could only snort with amusement. Her tone dripped with annoyance, as she kept looking for the sight of her arrow, shielding her forehead with her hand to keep her eyes from the sunlight that peered through the trees above. "You're going to pay for this, one way or another." The man chuckles, giving the apple another bite, as his sharp blue eyes took in the sight of his companion, enjoying her annoyance. "Oh I doubt that highly," he spoke in that deep accent of his. "Whatever." With another eye roll, her hand fell from her forehead, just as the Huntress let out a frustrated sigh. “Out of all the people I need to deal with…” She turns her sharp eye on the man, who flinched falsely at the expression she gave. “Why don't you help me find my arrow that I just lost?” Gildon gives another snort, "Oh, what for? You have plenty of them right here," he taps the bag of arrows on the woman's back, making her smack his hand away, her hands now landing on her hips. "Now." Holding up his hands in surrender, he began to walk backwards, making his way towards the area of where the arrow had fallen, "Fine, fine, you win." Sitting down on the ground, she took out a piece of cloth, and began wiping the bow clean. If she didn't have to hunt today, she could have gone off to find Drakken and his band of helpers. They could have given her more time to practice her arrow shots until noon. “He's probably having fun with Lin in the Korian without me. Ugh, why'd I have to get stuck with hunting duty?” A sudden cry of terror burst through the air, making Amelie stand to her feet quickly. She caught sight of her partner running out from the brushes of the trees, with three wolves on his tail. He held the arrow in his hand, and was doing his best to out run them; but was having trouble, since he was slightly limping. Amelie darts towards him, as he holds out the bow, and in no time she shot the arrow towards the leader of the pack, hearing it whimper and fall in defeat. The other wolves back down, dragging their leader into the deepest parts of the forest. "Thanks. I owe you one. Ugh." Once she put her arrows and bow back, she slaps the idiot across his head. "Nice going dummy. I'm going to need some more arrows at this rate. I think I saw a shop not too far from here." Gildon rubs his head, giving a soft chuckle, "Hey, I'm not the one who shot an arrow, and happened to lose it." Rolling her eyes, she takes his arm, and practically drags him along down the dirt road. Once they got to the shop, they find that it's in a wooden building, making it all more rustic. Inside wasn't what they were expecting. It was like out of a book for the two of them, the place was not only clean, but held everything they could have imagined they would need. Gildon took to the left to go look through some trinkets, while Amelie took to the front of the shop, hoping to find the manager there.
Guest_DarkSoul54: “I think I can find a book on that Elvic Runes you told me about, I’ll be back” - - He walks away to find that book- -
Guest_DarkSoul54: - - Notices two hunters in the shop, but focuses back on finding the book he wanted- -
SaintSebastian: Thallos remained wary of the bumbling fae off in the corner of his shop. He'd already destroyed one precious irreplacable object... in a shop full of precious, irreplacable objects. Hopefully he wasn't aiming to top that record. To keep his nerves in check, he focused on the project in front of him, mashing his frustrations into the aloe and lambsear in his stone mortar. Once again the bell rang, a sound he was all too familiar with today. Thankfully these two seemed relatively mundane in comparison to the thirteen foot tall shadow and the fae who crawled out of a portal under his apprentice's desk. "Welcome," he greeted the two in the doorway with a hint of tension in his tone as he mashed and mashed, "Let me know if you need help finding anything, or seek it out yourself. Just don't touch anything that looks cursed or painful to hold."
GavlynofSidhe: He was in the middle of waving his hand in front of his face to try and dispurse the black vapourous essence, it didnt seem to work. The reduction of the essence seemed to vaccum suddenly, causing a distraction in the fae which was too easy a task, and contain to a part of the room. He raised a brow in suspicion, but the pang in his shoulder brought his mind back to the current conversation. He looked back to the young man, " Aye, not a great addition to teh day but such is life. So where'd da pub go? I swear when I visited tis place aways back it was different. Now its lookin' a wee...broom closet library."
Guest_DarkSoul54: “Well, time has changed so where ever the “pub” is must’ve been destroyed...I guess.”
TharenBlackBlood: --Rook catches the shopkeepers attention holding the box for him to see before slipping it on one of the shelves underneath the counter. '' I'll be right back'' with that he moves over to the gentleman Fae. He greeted him, coaxing his attention '' your shoulder is it an impact wound or puncture wound? Either way I may be able to help you''--
Guest_DarkSoul54: “Hey, uh, what’s you’re name by the way, should’ve asked in the first place but, eh.” - - Gives up and finds a book about historic, evil creatures- - “Well, this is close enough”
OrderOfGashes: "Then watch I shall," It would find itself drifting around observing the various scrolls and books, none of which seemed to draw much interest for its presence. A portrait upon the wall of an eldritch horror inspired humor; it recalled a time in which they too walked the earth. A time in the past, or was it the future? a time in which it too stood there and watched them with eyes gaping staring them challenging the elder horros to blink. It regarded the Fae being and the other shoppers within before suddenly it begins to roar with laughter as if something quite humorous. "The Cenobites have been here haven't they?" The words carried at no one in particular almost as if it was asking the building itself. It stands in the corner and continues to survail all that was around.
Guest_DarkSoul54: - - Walks back towards Thallos with the book- - “Hey Thallos, you know anything about this?”
TharenBlackBlood: -Understanding that he's been brushed off, Rook makes his way back to the counter. As he passes by the large entity though, his attention is caught- ''You venture to seek knowledge like I do?''
SaintSebastian: ((heya, take your time. i don't mind people waiting for a moment to drop in))
SaintSebastian: Thallos' feathers raised tensely as he eavesdropped on the various comments being made from the other end of the store. Broom closet library? That overgrown moth had some nerve to be calling his shop anything of the sort... In his moment of agitation, he felt his consciousness flicker into pitch black for a split second. Not *that*... Not now. He inhaled sharply to center himself and continued to focus on his salve, which was doomed to be liquified with his heavy-handed work at this point. That focus was interrupted again by the man from the bookshelves with yet another to inspect. He briefly glanced at the title. "Read that one front to back. It's filled with glaring inaccuracies on a few subspecies of dragons. I plan to sell it for a discount if I ever get around to writing up a price," he answered.
GavlynofSidhe: He peeked curiously at the book title while the young man was talking, biting his bottom lip at what implicated a creature to be 'evil' and knew all too well what his kind was revered as in olden lore. " Oh uh...well ye can be callin' me Gavlyn, or Gav. Yurself?" He startled at the approaching elder, tipping forward on his toes and flexing away as if he were going to touch his injury " Ello! " He mustered before turning as if to hide the planely obvious singed wings. " Aha, a tick of all de above maybe? Its okay, really, tis just a scrap. Should see de oter guys." He flinched and his arm kind of just hung to his side, exausted.
OrderOfGashes: "There is nothing worth our effort other than knowledge, Gems and jewels are like ash and dust to us, Weapon and women are like a rotting carass . All that this world could hold that interests us is knowledge and tomes. Ancient wisdom that has long been gaurded, and the Veritas for which it stands," As its gaze falls upon the woodelf the being would be compelled to admit any such trangressions it had enacted in itself, the vcloser anyone would come toward its presence the harder it would become to resist. "Why do you not heal through embodiment, such is the nature of the most potent healing. Take from the injured upon yourself and let they wounds knit closed." he pused for a moment before regarding the wood elf again, "Do you have need for our services?"
NightmareMoonemerald: /me While Amelie heard the sound of a voice welcoming them inside, she expected that it could have been the manager of the establishment. Sighing deeply, she decided to go hunting for her new bow and arrows, since he was probably busy with other customers. Unlike her idiot partner, Amelie made some sense into the whole decor of the place, taking in what was in it, and who was present. Quite an odd bunch, she would think, as some of these creatures here weren't what she was used to seeing; even though she's been on adventures quite alot. Coming up to a small rack of bows hanging on hooks, she examines them closely, wondering if she should pick the cheapest or most expensive. Gildon, on the other hand, decided to scope the place out for more traveling equipment. From the scrolls, to the hanging keys, and shelves full of butterfly displays, he would have to admit, he's never seen a shop like this. Coming up to the table that had maps littered on it, he began looking over one that seemed similar to his old map that somehow got lost while he and Amelie were traveling. "I'm going to need one of these, and perhaps another compass." Looking around for Amelie, he quickly picks up the map and walks over to see what was going on with her. To be fair, she was the one who threw the arrow out of surprise. She should be used to his small pranks or short scares by now. Thank the Gods he wasn't working with Lin, or it would have been one nightmare he'd rather not live with. Amelie was much more fun when it came to hunting, and if not hunting, going on many adventures. Plus, he could be himself, instead of distant like the rest of the gang. Finding her near a display of bows, he taps her shoulder, making her turn to him with a small frown of thought. "Find anything you like yet?" She shook her head, "Still determining whether I would need the most expensive, or the most cheapest. These prices are high. We got enough coins in the satchel?" Gildon checked the brown satchel that sat on his right hip, and gives a small shrug, "Looks like we got enough." Taking herself away from the display for the moment, Amelie walks over to the area of bookshelves, now interested that maybe she could have a story or to read on their trip. Upon walking over, and taking out a tome from the shelf, she felt a dark presence of some kind to her left. She looks up to see someone talking to a dark entity of some kind. "Huh. Now that's peculiar," she murmurs, before going back to look at the titles. "Hm, wonder what kind of book I should get-" "Forget reading," Gildon interrupted. "How about this awesome map I found. It resembles the same one we lost in that river a few days ago." Turning to stare at the map, Amelie nods, "Huh. You're right. How much do you think this is?" Gildon gives another shrug, "Beats me." Looking far across the room, Amelie spots someone working with a mortar. "Let's go ask that fella over there. He'll probably know." They both walk over with curious expressions, "Excuse us, sir. How much for this scroll map here?"
Guest_DarkSoul54: “Ah,well, Gav you can call me Soul. And thanks by the way Thallos”
Guest_DarkSoul54: - - Goes back to seat, but spots those two hunters again, deciding to either make contact with them or not, soon chosed not to and goes back to sit and read the book- -
SaintSebastian: Grinding... grinding... just focus on-- Nope, more inquiries from customers, of course. Thallos glanced up from his work, appearing slightly frazzled by the very simple question being asked. He glanced at the map a moment. Were those for sale? He couldn't remember with *that* wretched thing shutting his mind off at will. He squinted a moment, his mismatched eyes narrowing in thought as he improvised a new price tag for the unfamiliar map. For all he knew, he was selling his apprentice's homework. Oh well, he could draw up a new one, surely. "I'd take ten silver pieces for that," he answered, sounding a bit unsure of himself but following through with the sale all the same.
XanderNemora: The door, solid as it was, almost too easilly opened. Not a creak or groan from it's frame and the light from within seemed to only extend so far as the frame itself. 'Interesting..' he noted to himself as he stepped within the port. The light was not offensive as was the case in most shops and inns around this part of the realm. Though in all fairness, he knew not where 'this part of the realm' even was. "Such riches..." he said softly as he approached a bookshelf. "Where is this place?" he said outloud, not to anyone specific. Through the books and things he could hear distant sounds of habitation but nothing particularly stood out to him. With the tips of his index and middle fingers of his left hand, Xander pulled from his face the 'dark lenses' which he used to keep uncomfortable levels of light out of his deeply orange eyes. The pale skin which was... In a glance... Porceline, flawless and dull. The tuft of hair which remained on his head was gradually graying and relatively long considering where he had just been. "I say.. Where is this place?" he called out again, slightly louder but obviously more irritated. "I dare say, I fear I am lost and am in need of assistance." his tone was starkly different than it was only a moment before. Those with high enough intellect would know it as a sign that this being was not to be trusted.
TharenBlackBlood: : -Understanding that he's been brushed off, Rook makes his way back to the counter. As he passes by the large entity though, his attention is caught- ''You venture to seek knowledge like I do?''
TharenBlackBlood: ''oh I don't need anything I just thought you might be interested in a few stories'' he smiles up at The Entity, his crow's feet and his laugh lines crinkling as he does so.--
TharenBlackBlood: --Rook tested the flash of the man's shoulder gently, casting assess wounds-
OrderOfGashes: "Stories? tales of the history of the monkey people are well known to us, however the origin of your kind, the first of the fae folk; that is stories we are willing to hear; abiet trade you stories in kind?" IT would regard the drunkard elf again, without disregarding the ancient in front of itself currently the tendrals of its claiginous essence would challenge the injured one called Gav, "Care for a meaningless battle of words; insults and jestings?"
TharenBlackBlood: --Rook spoke to the entity as he warmed up the Magic in his palms to treat the injured fae.--
TharenBlackBlood: ''well depending on the different race of elves you talk to there are different stories to it different opinions''
OrderOfGashes: "I speak of those who existed before the division of races, the true Fae; and not about the dillusions that bred from their seeds."
GavlynofSidhe: Gavlyn watched the elderly elf mosey toward the smoke monster...thing. "Well then...tanks for the chat!" He muttered under his breath. Soul seemed to be inthralled in his books which was fine but he still was without a drink and in bad shape. Mostly sour about the drink part. But then it was as if time somehow folded on itself, the world manipulated backwards in time and he was standing once again in the slight defense, with the older elf working on his shoulder which stung unbearably, causing near tears. He tried to focus on what the smoke monster was saying but the twinge running up his shoulder and across his back was distracting. "Huh? ya want a feck with meh? Ouck watch it now ye old bastard!" He swung the insult unabashedly at the man helping him so dearly. He caught the tone of a female over the rambles going on, but was unsure where it came from.
TharenBlackBlood: "the Define Elementals? embodiments of the different magics?''
TharenBlackBlood: --Rook snapped his mouth shut realizing the jobs between the two and deciding he was going to stay out of it, instead he focused on the magic pulling in his poems the green light of it glowing in stark contrast to his weathered almond skin, he laid his hands on either side of the shoulder.--
TharenBlackBlood: jabs*
TharenBlackBlood: -- Rook begin to push the greed magic back and forth through the shoulder, the magic pulling bone back into place where would mend back to whole, the green tendrils also knitting back together torn muscle--
OrderOfGashes: "Now listen here ye knive eared piece of shyt!! I'll headbutt ye till there's nothing but a butt left," As he would begin his racially charged attack in the same moment his voice would address rook, "So where is it the injury goes, the pain, and destruction, when you heal in such mystical arts?" He would readdress Gav with a more egregious tirade of vulgarity. "If you move any further with your piss-stained pubic hair you call a wig I going to wreck your shit so hard that you won't even be able to walk with your limp dick!"
TharenBlackBlood: ''hmm? well as far as the magic for it goes it's very... unique... This type of healing magic is very much like a form of time Magic? A reversal of sorts. It doesn't make you any healthier than you were before the injury, it just undoes the injury''
OrderOfGashes: "But where does it go? nothing simply ceases to exist."
GavlynofSidhe: He tried to remain calm though it was bloody hard when touched by the magics. Something about imbued forces always made him ansy. As the man worked his craft he grunted and groaned like a child, using the 'polite' conversation with the smoke being as a focal point " Oh ya? Tough words for a wandering fanny puff. Betcha I open a window and ye'd float away." He bit his lip again and squinted as the movement of bone took his breath away momentarily.
TharenBlackBlood: ''well where do you think the property's curse injuries come from? The same well of magic that the injury goes to. It's a balanced and redistribution''
OrderOfGashes: "I'm gonna shove my foot so far up your shaven perfect little ass that your breath is gonna smell like shoe polish! i'm gonna flagellate you with my fuckin' beard! i'm gonna build you a pair of runic mechanical balls and use surgical precision to sew them to your groin where your manhood ought to be just so that i can kick 'em with my iron fucking feet, you twat!" He would address teh healer next, "I believe using any variation of time magic splits your percieved existance. Shrodingers cat is dead and alive as they say, but i digress it is difficult for single planar beings to comprehend the existance beyond their linear awareness."
TharenBlackBlood: -he finishes up the last push of magic through the shoulder before deeming ready to test. he lift the arm and moves it through several rolling motions-
GavlynofSidhe: The fae growled at the flung insults. This being was too good and in his state, his mind wasnt with it. This magic was powerful and with one last !crack!, it felt like he could breathe again. He rolled his shoulder this way and that, amazed so that he lost his train of thought. "Goodness me that be a fair bit better" He said softly, before snapping to look back at the smoke creature " Be honest, yur just lookin' forward to playin wit me love bits. I mean ya talkin bout em enough. How bout dis, I piss in yur mudders grave and ya can lick up ta dribble." He winked and gave a belly full giggle, stretching his arms this way and that, fully in a better mood from the healing.
OrderOfGashes: "if you try anything nasty with the bitchboy over here, i'm gonna take your fuckin' arrows, and shove them in between yer polished fingernails! i'm gonna take that bowstring of yours and string you up by your fuckin' foreskin until gravity gives you a botched circumcision, and play it like a fuckin' violin! i'm gonna color that little pansy green skirt red usin' yer fuckin' bone marrow! you better believe you're going to wish that you were never born, 'cause i'll make it seem like you never were, ye atrocious fuckin' boil on the face of reality! i will--" It pauses for a moment before realizing what was spoken. the fact that it had no mother rended the insult very...pointless to it. "Do you eat your mother's ass with that mouth?"
GavlynofSidhe: Gav winced, not at any pain reminant but the very cutting nature of the shadow beings words. His grin stretched for miles though because it was in his nature to find the hilarity in any situation " With a glass of milk!" He belly laughed once more " Ya got me sir, ya got me. I tink dis burn will last alot longer than that lame arm did." He crouched and then jumped up, stretching his legs with a bounce or two. " I say sir but what even are ye? A cloud? A ...demon?" He said with some hesitation.
OrderOfGashes: Being called a demon insulted Him far more than anything else that the elf had spoken. IT took a few moemnts before it decided to answer. "We are a Visser of the Order of Veritas. Demons and Gods are beneath us mere dilusions of the Truth, To put in simply to you. I am birthed from the Darkness that gave will to creation. I am the Child of the deep darkness, the eternal void. The only Perfect one."
GavlynofSidhe: "Ah! Gotcha. So demon it'tis." He jested, but in the same token his understanding of the infinite universe was very limited. He reached out in a haphazard notion, to poke a slender digit at the wafting aura of the being. " I get teh darkness part, but are you really trying to say you are above gods? Order of Veritas...sounds like a cult more than omnipotency." His last remarks were poised with a lifted brow and a smirk.
OrderOfGashes: "The Gods are playthings to us, I am tasked with the priesthood, Veritas is Truth, and many of those you deem as god or gods are envenomed with lies. Lying is one of the thing we areincapable of committing." It would begin to laugh at the sensible logic placed upon the elf by the confides of its limited awareness. "There is much you will never understand, such is the way of this world, Don't try to think to hard, you might injure yourself again."
GavlynofSidhe: He knew, he just kneeew that there was an insult in there somewhere. However, he was still in recovery and was in no condition to throw down with this intagible creature. Gavlyn shrugged it off just to be safe. " Ya know Id be more impressed if ya could conjure up some ale instead of this cult talk." He attempted a straight face, crossing his newly mended arm with the other and tapping his foot.
OrderOfGashes: "You want drink? The Drink that we drink will render you a boiling puddle of putrence, But we could provide you an elixir more befitting of your mortal form. Yes...we employ you...drink, imbibe, become drunk before us, and tell us your darkest acts." The Visser would Extend his hand Summoning forth the primia matera of his umbra condensing its form to one quite toxic in chemical profile to the majority of the mortal races. conjured forth in a manifest was a large obsidial cask containing 1.3 metric gallons of dwemer whiskey. Unfortunately, the high toxicity of Dwemer Whiskey has driven most trade in this substance underground (no pun intended) among the surface races. While dwarves can become quite drunk off the beverage, humans tend to respond to it by either passing out, going into a coma or simply dying on the spot. While several kings have considered declaring the drink illegal, so far none have done more than remind the dwarves of the weaker human constitutions. Fortunately for humans not possessed of dwarven gullets, the bright green color and pungent aroma makes it difficult to mistake dwarven whiskey for the human equivalent. Father Jimmy MacGrennog of Dorial described the odor of Dwemer Whiskey as highly reminiscent of kerosene and dead bodies. Lord-Father Kurtain Ironhammer of Dorall described the same brew as lightly refreshing if somewhat oily with a definite coal smoke aftertaste. "Will you drink, or continue to meander what little wits you have left as you lay beaten like a small dog?"
MrRenPresley: *Cass came into the shop and waa instantly hit with the smell of strong liquor. What reputable establishment smelled of booze? Something wasn't right. But he tucked his wings in and ducked through the door so his height would not cause the horns to knock against the entrance. "Is there anyone here who can help me?" He asked aloud. For now assuming a timid demeanor. But there was always a hidden steel in his eyes.
Zeru: During his travels it was quite easy to run out of supplies that he may or may not even use. Most of the time any kind of actual magical artifact or medicine he came across was saved and given away at a later date, but actually seeing a shop available surprised Isamu decided it was at least worth a perusal. He caught the back of a winged man enter and hmmed quietly to himself. Entering after he did he moved to the side and apologized quickly to him for brushing past him. It was quite full of different items, almost worried him about bumping into something he didn't want to. As he hadn't heard the man speak he busied himself about looking around, though he seemed to be paying very close attention to everything in the shop with sharp glances.
MrRenPresley: "I have a certain puzzle box I wish to sell. Maybe the buyer isn't here. I certainly sense him nearby" Cassiel was adamant in his resolve. The sudden timidness had given way to a strange and horrifying darkness."Is anyone interested in my wares"
OrderOfGashes: "The shopkeep has left for the day and we stand here guarding the goods, I could attempt to be of use to you, but have no authority to handle or sell any such materials contained within this establishment." The Visser would regard the winged being with scrutiny. It did not take koindly to beings of angelic heratage as they were an insult to his order, as to keep appearances up and ettiquete proper he would motion to the chairs and to both of the new commers. "I am sure the shopkeep shall return in due time if you all would like to take a load off your feet and relax in the time being do so...."A puzzle box.. I would gladly purchase such an item, from whence did you recieve such a relic..." The Visser seemed to be rather interested specifically in the puzzlebox as there was very little items he foundhimself desiring in the shop.
Zeru: Now darkness? That was enough to catch his attention, but probably not in the way the man was hoping. Isamu turned and glanced over his shoulder at him. "Puzzle box? Those sure do often spell trouble... Now why would you want it off your hands so desperately I wonder? Could it be cursed? I might know someone who can get rid of curses if that's the issue." He had heard of such things, heard lots of stories that made him want to keep a solid distance unless seeing to it professionally.
MrRenPresley: "It came to me as it always does. The last owner had no use for it. And thus I must find a new owner." The Angel sat in the chair and put on his bartering demeanor. Ready to do business as he sensed he was close.
MrRenPresley: "Well now Sir. I'll put it simply. I care not who leaves with the box. You or him. But that the right price is paid for the box." He smiled." You see. It is not hands that call us. It's desire."
OrderOfGashes: "I am familiar with Leviathan, calling."
OrderOfGashes: "Prove to us what you have is not a cheap mockey and i shall be willing to purchase such a relic."
OrderOfGashes: *mockery
GavlynofSidhe: Quiet startled at the abilities and the unforgiving pungent odor of the conjured ale, the fae took a step back. " Ya tryin ta get on my good side aintcha lad." He adjusted from his recoil and leaned towards the essence, trying to place if he'd ever partaken in it before. Just as he was going dip a finger into the dwarven brew, an interuption of customers stalled the interaction. He took the moment to try and pick up the vat of ale, struggling admisted their conversation.
Zeru: Now he had a better idea of just what might be in that box and he moved close enough to observe, but far enough to keep quite away incase this were to go as south as he feared it could.
MrRenPresley: *He spoke no words. Merely the box itself. He of all people knew what he had. The energy of the box alone was evidence enough.*
OrderOfGashes: "You are at the door way of dreams dark miracles, solve the box, turn the key." The Visser stares at the angel and shakes his head, "What meaningly price must you recieve for such a relic?"
MrRenPresley: "The price is simple. But never paid in cash. Even if it is purchased with money. Do you desire it or no?"
OrderOfGashes: "We know of it and covet it, Thought the experiances it teaches are lost upon us, for we re above they. Those whom come forth, those who great, For the Hell priest is known to me as is his order. The Order of The Gash." [breaks the fourth wall via ooc and points at my username]
OrderOfGashes: "Will you give to us the box, or shall you be compelled to solve it yourself, such fickle things mortal desires are."
MrRenPresley: "Maybe you did baby. But not who it's meant for. We each play our part, no?" Cassiel's laughter was an insane drum. The drum the heralded chaos. "Then you know me as qasiel, yes? And you know why I'm here."
MrRenPresley: "Happily do I give the box to it's master. He alone has paid the price in full" he put the box on the table and slid it to the man.
OrderOfGashes: "Sic narro nos totus" The Visser would grab the box rapidly beggining to disasemble its finer workings. Piece by piee it was taked apart only to be reassmbled in three differant sturctures, The first was in the configuration of a heart, The second that of a cube, and the third and finally a fruit. "Do you want to meet your masters?
Zeru: If that box was about to come open here in the middle of this then Isamu decided he'd rather not be right in the middle of that. Backing off to a far corner he sat down and crossed one leg over the other, still watching without shame but keeping his distance at the very least.
MrRenPresley: "I know them all too well. The real question is why have all these people gathered?Mayhaps introductions are in order?"
MrRenPresley: "Only now do the gathered fools run"
OrderOfGashes: "This sin't for their eyes."
MrRenPresley: "You're right. Nor is this my choice anymore. You know the rules. What it means for the three to be brought together."
MrRenPresley: "But ah will they see regardless."
OrderOfGashes: Dark wanders danced as if in twilight for the moments preceding its arrival. A dark grimace plasters his face. “Names are too valuable to be given freely. Do you wish to enter a deal to know my name?" The silence of which was terror as the first strike of a bell tolled in the distance. It was a calling signal, one few have the invitation of joining. A dark presence contorts itself feeding upon the torment, the pleasures, and the hedonism of its surroundings. The bell tolls once more a loud thumping is heard Its origin seemed to come from within a mirror present in the hexsmith's shop.
MrRenPresley: "Name your terms"
MrRenPresley: The Void calleth. Let us not drag out theatrics"
OrderOfGashes: "You wll swear fealty to my order, To my lord, intandem to your terms with Leviathan"
MrRenPresley: "I have no qualms. The other side expects this. You know my loyalty when I serve."
OrderOfGashes: "I am also in agreement. I shall regard You lord as my Father before I has."
MrRenPresley: "Come and transform this hateful pleasure seeking flesh. Strip me bare of all I hold dear. Make me a truth that cannot be denied."
OrderOfGashes: It was then that an image began to form in the mirror. Its flesh was virtually white, it's hairless head ritualistically scarred with deep grooves that ran both horizontally and vertically, at every intersection of which a nail had been hammered through the bloodless flesh and into its bone. Perhaps, at one time, the nails had gleamed, but the years had tarnished them...As for the rest of its appearance, it was much as it had been depicted in the etchings and woodcuts of demonic listings for millennia: the black vestments, the hem of which brushed the floor; the patches of skinned flesh exposing blood-beaded muscle; and the skin tightly interwoven with the fabric of his robes...It looked like a creature that had lived too long, its eyes set in bruised pools, its gait steady but slow. But the tools that hung from its belt—an amputation saw, a trepanning drill, a small chisel, and three silver syringes—were, like the abattoir worker’s chain-mail apron It wore, wet with blood… It begins to walk forward, the reflection that was until it places its hand upon the mirror itself. It begins drawing upon the mirror in the blood collecting from this freshly committed act. The characters were strange, nigh unreadable; It began to seep through the mirror. The glass begins to crack and just when it would have shattered the bell tolled a final time. The blood and reflection seem to vanish. The Hell Priest makes his presence known, his gash would shortly follow him. “Down the dark decades of wonder, fleeting moments, dark wonders. All lost memories…Flesh is all that holds true, There is no good, nor evil, only the Flesh and the patents to which we submit them.” He exits the mirror and walks toward the center of the shop. “Pride is temporary, The Pain is forever.” The box sat there poised in his hand, Its soothing chorus twisting and twisting with each passing second. It was nearly completed.
MrRenPresley: "Anyone on a solely third dimension should leave. If you still are able."
MrRenPresley: "Greetings hell priest. Ever ready for your work." He simply stepped forward. "Always best to start with the desire that called you loudest."
OrderOfGashes: The Visser regarded the Hell-Priest with disgust, such a form of flesh was offensive to its form, The Hell- Priest looks upward at the one tasked with finding suitors for the box. "It has been declared that a witness was needed to be called forth. between you," The Hell Priest gestured to the angel, "And them," He gestured at the massive shadowy pressence. "As such I will oversee this transaction between this Visser, of the Kinn of Sinn, and you. Comense."
OrderOfGashes: .It too begins playing with a box at this moment. The further he get in solving i the more distorted its tune became. The souls of the damned cascaded off the reflective surface of the box, each lacquered face Of each person searching for their greater experiences He twists its center frame, A loud shifting was heard. The box gets realigned by reversing that move. The shifting stops. The Hell Priest stops playing, “No more puzzles, no more boxes, no more games,” the sweet scent of licorice strikes its nose. He presses the central circle of the top face down. The sound of chains many of them come from the box in its hands. It lets it fall to the ground. Its final configuration in process. The darkness around itself it felt a breathing. The forces of the realm itself began to fade and strengthen. The box situated in the center of the room now would begin to move on its own . The image of a dread beast claws its way over its designs. The sound of chains grow louder and with it The hell priests voice. “So eager to play, yet so reluctant to admit it. A fair examination of the box would show that it was starting to syphon itself into this realm. The labyrinth shifts more, and the opens further The darkness begins to become syphon within the box causing the walls to begin to bleed around them. The labyrinth was expanding further into the space of the Sinn, The realm of leviathan grews taking up temporal space and altering much that was around. The Mass of the Hell Priest walks out from a doorway behind the it. “I am the way,” He begins to conduct his mass of flesh, their symphonic wales of pains and pleasure melting into one. He points to the inverted crosses upon the walls and begins to make their shape within the air. “In the name of Filth, Pestilence, Lust; Leviathan hears your calls, Your screams are his prayer and he cherishes everyone,” it raises up the saw and present it to the masses, “This saw is the saw of affliction, Bones, jaws, genitals all know its tender licks, its severing gashes, such is the embrace of Leviathan,” it produces one of the many nails that protruded its skull. “We have Such sights to show you, Such pleasures and knowledge unheard of. “The Primes have awoken,” The Hell Priest chuckles as it felt the force very similar but in its own regards very different to his master Leviathan.”The Primus of Sinn stirrs again. The box upon the ground growing every few seconds it seemed to be expanding the space within the confides of The Sinns realms many entryways from the Labrynth appear lining many floors of the realms. “It has already begun,”
MrRenPresley: "And so I shall walk and feel as I always have. Pleasure is pain. Pain the most exquisite pleasure. I shall walk and remember"
MrRenPresley: "Oh great devourer, great levitation. Who devours all without prejudice. Your servants wail out and cry to hear the truth of your caress. The tenderness you bestow upon the worthy. Come and caress us with your unyielding love. So that our appetites may be fufilled."
MrRenPresley: "You there in the corner. Why are you still here?"
OrderOfGashes: The Visser would watch unphased at the orchestration of viscera around him, IT was nearly time for his terms to be set. He would do something rather rare and address LLEviathan from his own mouth. "O magna Leviathan de Tannaim. Ipse qui venit, ante genuit me mater mea. Qui concessit munus ad patrem meum. Venio colligere a te reddi debitum." [Oh great Leviathan of the Tannaim. He who came before the birth of my mother. You who granted boon to my father. I come to collect from you the payment due] The hell priest stares lidlessly at both of them before declaring out loud. "The terms have not been satisfied Visser."
Zeru: Isamu, who's writer definitely didn't forget and leave IMVU running while doing something else whoops, was at this point probably busying himself with something all on his own. Flicking through a book or two and paying vague attention to the dark happenings in the corner. When directly spoken to he seemed a little bit startled and looked over again. "Oh, sorry. I'm more or less trying to find out what kind of plants exist in the nearby areas since this doesn't appear to be good for purchasing right now." Sure he didn't seem partciuarlly enthused with the darkness surrounding everything, but he also didn't seem to be very worried. "Don't mind me, carry on with your- ceremony? Not sure I follow."
MrRenPresley: "Then tell me Leviathan. What terms will satisfy?"
OrderOfGashes: The Visser turns toward the angel and announces. "Nos vocantur Kænyx primus ut Caedis, Caedis Acervus" [We are called Kænyx First to Murder; Caedis Acervus] The Hell Priest spoke freely to the angel. "The terms of you and this Kinn's agreement. have not been satisfied" Kænyx stared at the presnece of Leviathan and waits for a responce.
MrRenPresley: "Dear visser. It's simple. You kill me or I kill you. Don't do suicide"
OrderOfGashes: "Kill us?" The Visser stared at Leviathan as if it was a stupid child. "You threaten us in your own realm? You know the rules of our order we might not strike lest you make the first move, If you are feeling froggy jump."
MrRenPresley: "I have already attacked. I know all too well what the terms are. I have done this as many times as you."
MrRenPresley: "If I must make a show of it. You know I do not hesitate."
MrRenPresley: "But since you seem content to wait it out. Let me help move things along." *He changed into something truly monsterous. That no mind could describe or comprehend. To look was to go mad. To look away was to deny madness that had come. It fell upon the visser and in a few moments gave him eons of consideration. When he finished the visser was no more."
OrderOfGashes: "Huuubrisssss!" The lies spoken before the visser began to fuel him as such profan trangressions thus inspired his umbra to ascend. "What can you, a prince of hell, lord of flesh and blood, lord of desire and pain, hope to accomplish against us? You are as insignificant as the dust beneath our feet. A fallen Lord, a forgotten lord. You hold no power. Even here relying on empty puppets to enact you will." The visser points at the Hell Priest, "You are above them all"
MrRenPresley: "No more. It is done."
OrderOfGashes: The Visser laughed at Leviathan as the first motive was made. In the span before an instant The visser rended no on, but all 13 million souls from the realm surrounding LEviathan, And from them devoured the very labyrnth itself."
OrderOfGashes: "You are not worthy of us,"
OrderOfGashes: "Sic Narro Nos Totus,"
MrRenPresley: "So say we all"
OrderOfGashes: The Visser in Turn would pressure all 13 millions souls it rended into the Hell priest as a boon. For it truely was the only being that held The Visser's Graces.
OrderOfGashes: [Sorry to cutt this short, but i have to sleep and get up for work in 5 hours.]
OrderOfGashes:
MrRenPresley: "Then it is done. And I needn't worry any more." ((Had fun.no worries))