[M/R] Eternum: Of Gods and Demons

[Death of Korzan]

Rated M/R for Blood and Gore, Sexual Content, Bad Language and other.

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OOC

Combrogia

“Oh for the God's sake will someone get me a status report?!” Boar skull yelled. A smaller figure, a 14 year old boy, considered a young man in Combrogi customs ran into the tent that held the hulking Governor.
“They're slaughtering us sir, warriors of pure brute force, we can't hold them!” The boy had tears streaming from his eyes, one of his arms was missing and bleeding, the red liquid rolled out of the ruined stump left behind and stained the fur skins that had been placed on the floor as 'carpeting'. “What do we do my lord?!” Boar skull looked into the pitiful eyes of the young teenager and cradled his head in his huge arms.
“Tell the men to retreat, we shall hide in the Forest, I will hold the way. Go.” Reaching for his Totem-pole, Boar Skull looked out at the Tent, only to be welcomed by the sound of war horns, the screams of dying men, accompanied by Feral roars, the clash of steel and the sound of running feet.

Stretching his arms out to the ground, Boar Skull closed his pale white eyelids and began to chant. Vines began to wrap out and entangle themselves first around his thick fingers, and then all over his arms, stopping just above his elbow. The Vines began to draw themselves out of the earth and soon they looked like snakes wrapping themselves around his arms. When formed, they had created a huge casing around his hand; Boar Skull stretched out his hands and 5 extremely sharp thorns shot out from each large, hard finger that had been created. “Lovely.”

The scene was horrific, the other tents were on fire and 5 huge men covered in odd looking armour stood, looking at the scene, drinking Combrogi mead looted from the bodies of those they had slain, and counting Imperium gold in their hands. Realising that the situation was hopeless, Boar Skull silently crept back into the undergrowth and began to make his way to the Rendezvous point he had set. None of the barbarians noticed he was there, but they had surely made an impact on the Combrogi, who they had noticed...

Boar Skull arrived at the Rendezvous point only to be met with combat, the last 70 of his men had been caught in a fight at this point. Swords clashed, hammers smashed and people died. There was no sign of the young boy from earlier, but Boar Skull had no time for the child other than to hope for the best. Leaping into combat, Boar Skull's glinting hands span wildly, catching armour and ripping it to shreds, giving a distraction that allowed his men to attack and fall back. A large enough gap was made and Boar Skull called the forest once more. Asking his most trusted men to guard him, Boar Skull closed his eyes and attuned himself with the wild. The Trees began to shake, and powerful thorns began to stretch around the enemy group, trapping them. Every time one of them would try to make a break for it out of the boundary, a sudden smack of a tree branch would push them back into the herd.

Eventually, the whole group of them were trapped, they would get out of it eventually, in an hour or so, but that would give Boar Skull enough time to get out of the Eastern Forest, which was now lost to an unlikely enemy...

Hercine

Hercules looked down at the map, his bright ozone coloured eyes glinting down at the papyrus map in front of him. A woman had given him it, that was all that he could remember. She felt repulsive, she angered Hercules when she had touched him, he felt the fury of Zeus and the hatred of Hades and the angst of all the minor Gods who had been pushed into the shadows by the grander, more powerful primary Gods. “We will attack here, and here.” He pointed to a rather large citadel, and a rather small mining and blacksmithing village. “By attacking this town we will cut off their military supplies and we can restock ours, then we shall hit the kingpin first, this land shall be Greek...” Hercules looked up into the sky, hoping his father was smiling down at him from the sky. “Someone get Leonidas for me, we have much to talk about!”

Namor and the City of Emor
The Legate stood, his arms crossed and his head facing the sea. The Coast was nice, the water was blue, but the Roman legion would not sit and wait whilst he watched his father's domain, time was of the essence. He took it upon himself to wake the troops, they had a long few days ahead of them, and an even longer few months to destroy the copycat Empire, and the fake Emperor they had in place.

The Emperor however, sat on a grand chair inside his home. Many servants catered to his needs, when a page burst through the door, his arm missing. He was only about 14, but he was tall, either Nord scum, or the blood of the Combrogi ran through his veins. “What is it page?” The Emperor barked, his second chin wobbling comically.
“My lord, a status report, Eastern Combrogia has been taken by the unknown warriors. It seems Mars has taken pity on me. The attack on Korzan was successful also my Emperor, he is apparently dead.” The Emperor sat up on these notes, his eyes locked with the young boys.
“What of the Governor?”
“I do believe he is alive my lord. But 430 Combrogian soldiers were murdered.”
“Any news from Hercine or Southern Namor?”
“None sir, the other enemies seem to have quietened down.”
“Not for long I do not think, this does not bode well.”
“Sir...a lady, she saved me.”
The Emperor looked at the boy, his face contorted with curiosity, and fear. “What did she say.”
“Nothing, she gave me this.” The Page pulled a black papyrus scroll out of his pocket, it was sealed with an ebony ring.

Your time is up, Emperor.
He has killed Odinsson, but now I must do my job
Things must be balanced, consider them so.
Continue your attack on the South if you must,
But killing such a pivotal member of History needs something equally important to happen to balance it.
Thanatos is gone, my son dealt with him, the plan is going ahead.
The souls have escaped and manifested once more, I think you know what I mean.
N


The scroll was signed with a large purple N. The Emperor's face was pale.
“Page...go...go and get me Decius. Round up any who he trusts, or anyone who wants to join him. I must talk to him.”

The Mages Guild

The Dungeons of the Guild were dark, filled with forbidden books. Water dripped in from the ceiling, drip...drip...drip...drip; Darkness hugged the walls and the room gave you the feeling that an ominous hand would reach out and tear your throat out. A lone man sat in the middle of the floor, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and saliva trickling out of his throat and dripping down his long beard. He continuously talked, babbling what would seem like nonsense, but was actually powerful, forbidden magic. Lessons were going on upstairs at the same time, and the man, a possessed Mage, was doing one of the darkest, most evil things that any Mage could ever do. There was a flash of bright light, and a doorway appeared, a doorway forged out of pure light. The door slowly crept open, and out stepped a man standing in a Tuxedo, looking exactly like Russell Brand, but with Red eyes.
“Bloody hell, the Mages Guild!” The man laughed, stroking the walls with long finger nails.
“I didn't summon you Hothian! Begone!” The Mage screamed, his legs creeping backwards and propelling his body against the wall; he had no were to go.
“Oh, hello there, I didn't notice you. Come on out boys!” On that note, several other Demons crept through, Hothians' agents of Madness. “You'll make a tasty snack.” Turning to the biggest of the Agents of Madness, Hothian winked at him. “Sick him boy.” The Demon rushed at the Mage.

The Screams were heard in the classrooms, the students exited, but they all felt something tugging at their mind, madness. They had to escape and get to Emor...

The Southern Wastes

The Sea was a canvas of water and icebergs, the ship had just set off from the Coast, carrying Korzans avengers with them. They were led by Captain Rupheus, who controlled the boat. “So, you'll be needed to go to Hercine to get a quarter of the bolt, then to Combrogia, and then the Dwarves have got the other part, and only then will you be able to get to the Sky God's kingdom. So I'll be dropping yee' off at the Hercinian mainland, we've got another few days or so, so sit tight maties!”

[Pharaoh Atem]

Leonidas

a messenger came looking for Leonidas sent by Hercules he went strait to Leonidas tent but he wasn't their so the messenger knew he must of slept in the sea again so he ran to the cliff over looking the sea and looked down and in between the waves crashing agents the rocks he saw Leonidas lying on the sea bed so he dived in and shook him and as Leonidas woke up he created an ice pillar under him and the messenger with then grow and lifted them both up to the edge of the cliff and as h they stepped on land the ice pillar diapered then the manager gave Leonidas his massage and Leonidas went to Hercules as he arrived the water was still dripping of his armor and he went to Hercules's side and said "it's a good day for a battle wouldn't you say brother so what's are first target do you have somewhere in mind?"

(oh and something i forgot to mention in my CS is that Leonidas axe and armor are made of a rare metal that is very strong and doesn't rust)

Thor and Rogue

where in the middle of a battle with the imperial forces lead by Governor Boar Skull they where pushing his men back with ease as Thor was just running in with out thinking as always smashing everything in his path with one hit from his strength combined with the power of the Hurricane Hammer any shield would brake apart sometimes braking the arm of the man or woman holding it then he just hit them in the face killing them with one blow and his sister by his side shooting out blots of lighting from her swords striking down anyone in her path as they moved towards the main camp they herd the sound's of the enemy retreating as Governor Boar Skull tried to holed them off Boar Skull closed his pale white eyelids and began to chant. Vines began to wrap out and entangle themselves first around his thick fingers, and then all over his arms, stopping just above his elbow then Boar Skull stretched out his hands and 5 extremely sharp thorns shot out from each of his finger's as the vines killed 5 men Boar Skull ran to the Rendezvous point only to be met with combat, the last 70 of his men had been caught in a fight with a number Vikings then Boar Skull's glinting hands span wildly, catching armour and ripping it to shreds, giving a distraction that allowed his men to attack and fall back A large enough gap was made and Boar Skull called the forest once more. Asking his most trusted men to guard him, Boar Skull closed his eyes and attuned himself with the wild. The Trees began to shake, and powerful thorns began to stretch around the enemy group, trapping them. Every time one of them would try to make a break for it out of the boundary, a sudden smack of a tree branch would push them back into the herd but Boar Skull did not know their was one who could control the wind with juts his hammer and shield so Thor span his hammer over his head and summoned a powerful tornado around him and the rest of the Vikings blowing away the tress and their vines then as the tornado diapered Thor Rouge and the rest of the Viking charged at Governor Boar Skull and what was left of his men

[Azazeal849]

The sun was climbing steadily higher above the Namorian capital, but the thick stone walls of the larger villas took some time to heat up, meaning that legion commander Decius Marcius was pleseantly cool in spite of his armour. The curved steel bands that circled his chest, back and shoulders slid neatly over each other as he moved, backed by a jacket of supple leather. The plates were hardened by smithing techniques copied from the dwarves of Dun Moriga. The circular clasp at his shoulder that secured his imperial-blue cloak was embossed with the numeral XVIII and a lightning bolt - the insignia of the Fulminata, the Thundering Legion. Decius Marcius was not a tall man, but he was an imposing one, with a hooked aquiline nose and piercing eyes beneath the military-cut fringe of his dark hair. Stepping out onto the veranda, his severe look was softened by a smile that deepened the premature wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. In the middle of the mosaic-tiled courtyard, his 8 year old son Marcus was brandishing a wooden sword at their house slave Attaxius. Marcus had his father's eyes and his mother's curly hair, and his sandalled feet pattered on the tiles as he weaved around Attaxius. The slave was pretending to be a Crocolyke, coming at Marcus with hooked hands and big lumbering sweeps of his arms, and Marcus was laughing as he dodged out of the way. His younger sister Diana, also with her mother's brown, curly hair, was cheering him on.

"Need a hand, Marcus?" Marcius grinned as he walked over, holding up a hand for Attaxius to pause. The commander's young son turned as he heard his father's voice.

"It takes teamwork to take down a Crocolyke." Marcius explained, "They're slow but they're also very tough, and they'll squash you like a redfruit if they catch you. Hey Diana, come here." His six year old daughter obediently trotted over, holding the hem of her dress. "Do you think you could be a legionary?"

Diana shook her head, her curly hair bouncing around her shoulders. Marcius pulled his blue-crested helmet out from under his arm and placed it on his daughter's head.

"How about now?"

Diana giggled, pushing back the oversize helmet as the rim fell over her eyes. Pointing her to stand on her brother's left, Marcius knelt down on Marcus' other side, bringing himself down to his son's height.

"You keep your shield up," he said as the three of them faced the patiently-waiting Attaxius, "And while your friends are jabbing it in the sides to distract it you hit it, WHAM!" He punched an imaginary sword towards the house slave's stomach. "Right in its soft underbelly. That's how you kill a Crocolyke."

He stood up and clapped Attaxius on the shoulder, who grinned and went back to menacing the two children. Leaving them to play, Marcius crossed over to the other side of the courtyard, where his wife was sitting in the shade and smiling as she watched their son and daughter.

"Where's Aurelia?" he asked her.

"Inside with Hercinia I think. You're all armoured up - are the legions mobilising today?"

Marcius nodded. "If not today then soon. The Emperor has just summoned me."

His wife shrugged. "It's about time we sent a serious force south. Letting the Norse flaunt imperial order for much longer will start giving the other provinces ideas. There's already supposed to be some kind of unrest in Combrogia."

Lycinia Caelesta Marci was a shrewd woman of 25. Olive skinned like most Namorians, she had a soft, round face and brown doe eyes that completely belied the razor-sharp mind which lived behind them. Being the daughter of a politician, and spending a lot of time talking with the wives of other politicians, she knew as much about current affairs in the Imperium as her husband, if not more.

"And all it took was the Sky Men promising to fight half our battle for us." Marcius said sardonically. The 'Sky Men' were the Earthborn, the Imperium's mysterious new allies from beyond the stars. "Of the other legati I've talked to, most of them don't trust their technology or their motives."

"They're probably right, Decius." Lycinia nodded, biting her lip. The Earthborn were relatively few in number, but the strange weapons they wielded were monstrously powerful. Lycinia knew as well as her husband that alliances tended not to last when one ally greatly outmatched the other. It had been a long time since the Imperium had had an ally rather than a vassal state, and even longer since they had come up against a force more powerful than they were. The Norsemen from the frozen south might stubbornly resist Namorian conquest, but they weren't powerful enough to attack the Imperium in turn. The Earthborn, on the other hand, possessed weapons that could devastate a legion, if they so chose. The Namorian Emperor had been wise to ally with them, trading raw materials for military support, but Marcius couldn't help wondering when the alliance would turn exploitative; when trade of resources would become forced tribute. They would have to find a way to steal or copy the Earthborn weapons before that happened. The enemy of my enemy...dies next.

"Dominus." said a voice behind them. "Your escort is here."

Marcius turned to see Hercinia, another one of their house slaves, with his youngest daughter Aurelia hanging onto her tunic. He put the long term implications of the Earthborn alliance to the back of his mind. For now, they had to take advantage of their help and finally crush the rebellious south, thereby securing the Imperium's dominance and quelling the unrest within its own borders. He nodded to the slave, and then turned back to his wife.

"I'd better go." he said. "This insult of a rebellion in the south has gone on for too long, and it needs to be ended whatever it takes. And then we can decide what to do about the Earthborn while we sit back and enjoy the spoils of war."

"Half mine?" Lycinia asked, with a playful flick of her eyebrows.

"And half mine!" This cheerful desecration of basic mathematics came from Diana, who had seen Hercinia come in and had run over with Marcus to say goodbye.

Marcius laughed as he took his plumed helmet back from his daughter. "By Mars, I've got too many business partners."

Aurelia let go of Hercinia's tunic and toddled over to hug her father's armoured leg. "Come home soon, daddy."

"I will sweetheart." Marcius picked up Aurelia to cuddle her before handing her back to Lycinia. "I'll be back before you know it. You'd better behave for your mother, do you hear?"

"Yes, dad." Marcus and Diana chorused. Marcius bent to kiss his wife's forehead, before turning with a swirl of his blue cloak and striding towards the gate to collect his horse and meet the legion tribunes who were waiting for him outside.

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"Your Imperial Majesty, legatus Marcius of the 18th."

Marcius consciously straightened as he was announced and stepped forward onto the senate floor, leaving his entourage behind. Ahead of him was a short, rotund man in a white toga. To look at him, one wouldn't think that this was the most powerful man in Eternum. Marcius snapped his right fist up to his left shoulder before holding the open palm out towards the Emperor.

"Ave Imperator." he greeted him solemnly as he dropped the salute. "How may I serve?"

[La Volpe]

Kuronus Looked out over the valley he'd ended up too. it was lush and green, with plenty of game, and he saw a copse of trees he could use for shelter. Maybe he found a place to start new? He couldn't help but shake his shaggy head at the thought. A monster like him could only move on. He checked his gear, lovingly looking at his sword on his hip. Of all the things that had come and gone through his life, this sword had always been a trust worthy friend at his side. With a sigh, he started to make his way towards the trees he spotted from his view on the hill. He listened to the sounds around him carefully, picking out the birds from the small animals sneaking around in the underbrush. All the things around them were unique in there own way, and even though Kuronus was no druid, he could easily notice a few of the many differences natures creatures had to offer. The sound of snapping twigs made Kuronus freeze in his tracks, Slowly drawing his bow, Kuronus turned towards the direction while he carefully notched a arrow.

In one fluid movement, he spun on his heel, fully drawing the bow, and launching it into the brush where he heard the sound come from. Following the trail of his arrow he found that it had been a rather large rabbit that had spooked him. "Well i got food now, at least." He said with a sigh. Today turning out to be another boring day Kuronus thought to himself.

[The Bartender]

With a tremendous noice, XH010 which Ann called "Talos" flew over the roofs of the imperial capitol. It was an imposing sight to see the huge, golden-white machine fly in the cloudless sky, escorted by two support machines of the JRA, the Japanese Rescource Agency, but all personal from Japan also belonged to "The Rising Sun". The Ships maintained the energy support of the huge machine so it would be ready to be used whenever needed.
Anne-Marie Felicia Suwahara of Bayern or just Ann, a Earthborn with high status and religious power. She was a daughter of a German noble who had been married into a family of Japanese Politicans who were all great belivers of Ra.
After landing Talos, Ann left the machine in order to change her clothes. She was wearing a full body suit that allowed her to synchonize her nerves with the machines nerve-circuits and thus control it.

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Ann wanted to talk with the Emperor, not about the mission the actual erath government had, but that which the Japanese government had, recovering the teachings of Ra to Earth and remodel the religion of Earth. For this she had to meet with Ra himself and hear his words even better if he would lend her even some of his powers. This was one of the reasons why she was chosen to become a priestess, she had a strong body and will, that made her much stronger than normal women who would die due of the stress the work of a priestess causes.
"Sorry but the Emperor is just in a meeting, you must come later." A well-built man in a tunic said to her as she made the request to talk with the Emperor. This was something Ann didn#t usually hear, what she wanted was denied and that is something that annoys her the most. She didn't show and negative emotion;
"If you say so, it is not that important anyway so I will just come later again as ruling over a whole planet is not that easy." Ann said while using her talent of playing the role of a perfect lady. As the man turned away to do something else Ann turned to him and without any hesitation kicked the man into the lower back. She was wearing rather sturdy boots under her floor lenght dress which also rose up, showing the most of her white legs.
The kick itsef was so hard that the man staggered to the door leading to the throne hall and opened the door while falling to the ground. Ann walked over the man into the room;
"Good day to you gentlemen, I hope I'm not disturbing you..." Ann said while hiding her face behind a fan. In her other hand she held her katana. Her appearance didn't have any flaws, only the fact that she had just entered the throne room of the emperor who ruled half of the planet without permission made it a bit strange...

[Azazeal849]

Marcius spun round in a swirl of his indigo cloak, his ceremonial gladius finding its way into his hand at the same time as a dozen others in the chamber drew their own swords. The praetorian guards immediately moved to put themselves between the intruder and their Emperor, while Marcius' own knot of tribunes and centurion bodyguards remained near the door, watching Anne warily.

Nothing happened for several seconds, the newcomer's words left hanging in the air. She spoke the Namorian tongue perfectly, though with a strange, clipped accent. Still gripping his sword, Marcius regarded the woman over the fan she held in front of her face. Above the veil her eyes were almond shaped and slightly slanted – something that he'd never seen among the humans of Eternum.

Earthborn. he thought darkly. The Sky People integrated more women into their legions than was customary in Namor, and this one was clearly a soldier. She held a scabbarded sword horizontally behind her back with her free hand; the sword was narrow-bladed, but almost long enough to qualify as a polearm. Marcius did not like the implication that the Sky Men thought one of their legionaries could just barge into the Emperor's palace with impunity. He raised his sword a little higher.

“And you are?” he said slowly, when it became apparent that everyone else was too shocked to give voice. He paused for a moment, then ground his teeth and added: “My lady?”

[The Bartender]

“And you are?” he said slowly, when it became apparent that everyone else was too shocked to give voice. He paused for a moment, then ground his teeth and added: “My lady?”

"Me? I'm sorry, where are my manners? [Writer comment: manners, what manners?] I'm Anne-Marie Felicia Suwahara of Bayern, a daughter of Noble from Germany, Earth, Wife of a well-known politican and a priestess of the allmighty god, Ra." Ann said and clapped her fan together and revealing her face.
"Could you maybe put those sharp things away, we are all civilized people and someone could get hurt if you swing them carelessly." Ann said and smiled a warm, kind smile.
"I have something to talk with the ruler of this planet so I decided that now is as good time as ever." She said and put the fan inside the wide belt of her dress and walked further into the hall and passed right next to Marcius;
"Now, just tell your people to put their swords away, we are all friends aren't we?" She whispered into the ear of the man.

[Azazeal849]

Marcius didn't take his eyes away from Anne's as she brushed past him. He recognised the look in her eyes; it was one he had seen only in the gaze of his most experienced, stone-cold legionaries.

“Theoretically.” he murmured back to her, while behind him Cassius, one of his more empathetic tribunes, moved to help the dazed doorman back to his feet. “Though usually friends show a little more respect.”

The legatus stepped back and lowered the point of his sword slightly, looking to the Emperor as the latter belatedly found his voice.

[Epostle]

The lands hold no hope of salvation. Souls scream from being tormented. Fire comes up from the grounds while it’s torn asunder. The sky was black, filled with flames and lightning alike. Demons traveled the lands, looking for other victims to torture, and objects to destroy. This was the realm of Destruction. “These lands… this place… my body chills.” Gabriel said as he pressed forward to find that which he had search for. Over 3,000 years and it finally came to this. Gabriel’s final bout against the 3rd horseman. The demons lined up to take apart Gabriel, a foolish error that would end with their demise.

After 1,000 of traveling and seeing the tormented lands and slaughtering lesser demons, the higher up demons line up to get a piece of the warrior, Gabriel finally stopped and looked around at the demons. “Foolish demons, do you think you can truly beat me? I have come for your master, and I will slay anything and everything that stands in my way.” Gabriel began to draw his power and his rage. The demons let out a war cry and began to charge at Gabriel.

“One by one.” Two demons were slain at the instant with the draw of his sword. “Two by two.” Gabriel sliced 4 of them in half with a powerful swing of his sword. “Ten by ten!” Gabriel began to slaughter the demons by the tens, using sweeps and flourishes. “All show bow to my power!!!” Gabriel yelled as his death count raised to around 500 around this time as he made his advance. The bodies of demons littered the path, dismembered, staked, decapitated, and decimated, the demons did not last a chance. The remaining demons who had never known fear, stared into the mask of the one warrior that would bring doom to them all. As the demons called to retreat and began to run away, Gabriel with all his rage stated “DON’T YOU DARE RUN FROM ME!!!” As he then began using his energy based attacks to destroy them by the hundreds. Though being lower ranked, Gabriel felt no remorse for the genocide he began to commit against the demon legions of Destruction.

“Who dares embark upon my realm!” Destructions voice rang throughout the realm. The ground began to tremble as a terrible power began to emerge from the ground, followed by explosions from the ground as magma began to rise, fire began to spit into the atmosphere, and an entity that stood taller than a normal human appeared. “You don’t belong here, half-breed. How you made it this far is beyond my comprehension, but it will end with me, breaking your mind, body, and spirit!” The demon lord said as a smile came across his face. With a spear in his left hand and a shield in his right, he bashed them together, emanating spark of lighting and fire combined.

Gabriel felt the power of the demon lord. Never had he encountered such a power in his life time, but then again, it wasn’t going to be his last. “My pure hatred of you is what brought me here… 3rd Horseman. My father was one of the first to die because of your reign of destruction, so now you will be brought down like the pathetic scum you are!” Gabriel said as he raised his power and drew upon both of his swords. Gabriel swung both of the swords down and emitted his massive amount of energy to the demon lord.

“I now know who you are… son of Braiga… but true son of Odin… that power is recognized easily.” Destruction took note of Gabriel’s power and didn’t like what he saw. Gabriel was powerful to have made it to this realm and lived. He wasn’t going to let Gabriel defeat him though. So he took the privilege of the first attack upon Gabriel, jumping in the air with his spear ready to come down and strike through Gabriel’s heart. Gabriel then blocked the attack by crossing his swords where the spear was going to strike him.

“Damn… he’s powerful…” Gabriel thought as he felt his felt begin to buckle, his arms being completely overpowered by the pure strength of the demon lord himself. Gabriel however reacted by spinning his body by moving his right foot in a kicking like motion and caught the demon in the stomach. It forcefully pushed the demon back but did not phase him at the least. “Come on little half-breed. You’ll have to do better than that.” The demon said as his eyes began to glow. He then raised his spear and from underneath Gabriel, the ground raised as a spike. It raised so quickly that Gabriel has little time to dodge, so his right arm was ran through by the demon’s trickery.

As Gabriel saw the spike go through, he swore. The demon lord began to charge at him, going for another spear thrust. Gabiel, using his speed sliced through the spike that had caught him in his arm, ducked underneath the spear thrust, and used his sword, Hate, to stab right through the demons heart. The demon screamed in agony as Gabriel said “What’s the matter? You were cocky a minute ago.” Gabriel then charged an energy based attack in his sword, then released the energy, encasing the demon in Gabriel’s raw energy and shooting in a ray, blasting the demon 30ft away, not only putting a crater in the ground, but bringing the demon to his knees with a terrible injury to his chest. “Curse you son of Odin!!!” The demon screamed as he then tossed the spear at Gabriel, infusing it with his demonic energies.

“That isn’t going to work…” Gabriel said as he slashed the spear. Gabriel, caught off guard, then saw the spear explode into energy waves that surrounded him, tightened, and began to constrict Gabriel as well as take his energy. “You’re damned trickery, demon…” Gabriel said hastily as the demon began to laugh. “Not bad Gabriel, but not good enough. I would kill you here, but I want you to suffer even more, you pathetic wretch!!!” The demon said as he used the energies to create a portal to send Gabriel to another realm which he did not know. “So Gabriel… how does is feel to be outdone once again?” The demon said as he conjured his spear back to him, and then filling it with his massive destructive energies.

Gabriel, knowing his defeat was near, had his final word to say to the demon “Destruction… how long do you think you can keep me at bay? My wrath is forever, while your reign is not. Know this demon lord… if you don’t kill me now, then I will be back… and I will conquer you… and make you suffer…” The demon then smiled as he then had a few choice words for Gabriel, “I don’t intend for you to survive this next attack… DESTROY!!!” The demon yelled as he tossed the spear with its remarkable energies. The spear hit Gabriel directly where his mask is, cracking it, and erupting the energy as he and part of the energy went through the portal. The demon lord laughed, thinking that it was the last breaths of Gabriel.

Gabriel, being blasted through the portal, shot out as if he was a shooting star. The sky flickered and turned a red color as the destructive blast radiated over the lands. Gabriel’s body was falling fast. With a last conscience effort, Gabriel summon a barrier around himself to prevent some of the fall damage he was going to take. His body was aiming for what looked like a valley. He was falling near where it seemed to be something hunting off the lands (Kuronus.) “I… failed…” Gabriel said as he finally landed, sending tremors throughout the ground he hit and leaving a crater, resonating with energies no one heard of.

[La Volpe]

Looking to the sky, Kuronus saw what looked to be a falling star. He watched it from when it first appeared, to when it crashed, what he didn't see, was that it wasn't a star at all, but a person. After the shock wave passed from the crash, Kuronus grabbed his stuff quickly, and headed off towards the newly formed crater. As he neared it, a foreign feeling blasted him, as hard as a punch to the face. What the hell he thought, he couldn't help it but as he neared the crest, he barred his teeth and issued a low.. primal growl. His hand dropped to his sword hilt, as he looked over the edge, inside was nothing what he had expected.

It was a man.

"What the hell?" he whispered drawing his blade from its sheath. He sniffed the air the man smelt.... different.. something other then human. "What the hell are you?" he said as he slid down into the crater to investigate. As he neared he couldn't stop another growl from slipping out, the full moon would be coming in a few days. And his body could sense. Soon he'd be doing the scared run his father had tasked him with... and soon he would feast...