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| Topic Started: Jul 22 2009, 03:42 PM (158 Views) | |
| Mirix | Jul 22 2009, 03:42 PM Post #1 |
The Insatiable
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The day was coming to an end, the sun beginning to rest along the horizon. Twilight engulfed the land, bathing all before it in a beautiful amber hue. Though the hustle and bustle of the day was beginning to die down, the streets were far from empty and abandoned. Mirix wandered the innards of another unfamiliar cityscape, sticking to the main roads and thoroughfares without a care for who might take notice of him. His eyes darted from place to place like an eager tourist, taking in all there was while making note of the layout and wondering how it would all look bathed in flames. For a while nothing caught his interest and he travelled aimlessly, waiting for some outside stimulus to trigger his desire to act out. It took another fifteen minutes before this occurred, his grin widening, eyes brightening as he approached the structure of his curiosity. As he crossed the threshold, his presence was immediately felt and the yellow candles that lined the entrance flickered as if hit by a brief gust. He stopped after entering the grand nave, eyes moving over backs of pews which were sparsely occupied by parishioners and then shooting forward to spot an empty cathedra. Movement in his peripheral caught his attention and he turned his head, idly eyeing a young, ornately dressed female whose nose was stuck in a brown, leather-bound bible. She didn’t notice him at first and Mirix’s eyes narrowed as he hissed between teeth just loud enough to garner her attention to which she lazily raised her covered head. The priestess’ eyes widened at the sight of the demon, for it was not hard to make such identification, and she froze momentarily, not truly believing that such an entity had breached the sanctity of the hallowed building. Her wits quickly returned to her and she made a motion to run, but was cut short as red clawed hands gripped roughly around her throat, her own going to clamp against his wrists. This proved a hasty mistake and she jerked her hands away as the blades from his gauntlets cut into her palms. The priestess choked while being pulled close to her attacker’s face, the fear that wafted off of her feeding the demon’s amusement and pleasure. Before she could react, his tongue darted out and licked her face, tasting her with a long, slow and wet trail from jaw to hairline. “Despicable creature! You dare taint these hallowed halls with your presence and assault a servant of Order?!” The sudden booming voice, accompanied by the slamming of a rather large book upon a pedestal caused what few people who sat within to jump and turn in their seats to stare dumbfounded at the scene presented. Mirix frowned, though not at the words spoken to him. With a flick of his arm, he tossed the priestess behind him towards the exit, not watching as she tumbled towards the door. “I come looking for piety and find only a blasphemer and his whore!” He responded, his voice bellowing to echo throughout the cathedral, disregarding the presence of all others. “I cannot taint that which is already darkened by the unexcused sins of the righteous.” The Bishop was stunned into silence, something that only brought a dark echoing laugh from the intruder’s throat. The demon began to approach, walking slowly between the arcades towards the Bishop, eyes glimmering silver. Most of the few who were inside scurried towards the exit when the demon strolled by, while others were too startled and afraid to do much besides hide beneath their seat. By now the demon’s target was chanting, old eyes burrowing into the demon’s glowing silvers as his voice began to crescendo. When the demon was close, he threw a hand forward and from the vaulted ceiling a searing pillar of light crashed towards the ground. Mirix cooed approvingly as he glided backwards to dodge the powerful blast of light, the heat of which singed various parts of his clothing and left a black scorch mark on the marbled floor. His grin only widened at the surprise on the elderly man’s face as he once more continued forward. The demon wouldn’t give the Bishop a second chance at attacking him however. Immediately he lunged forward, bowling over the pedestal and striking the Bishop’s shoulder with extended claws, forcing him back and slamming him down into the ornate cathedra. “You’re an amazing bass, Father…” The demon whispered, eyes a blaze of silver as he nuzzled affectionately against the elderly man’s cheek. “Sing some more for me!” He demanded before viciously tearing the claws embedded in the man’s shoulder downwards to rip the flesh and pull a bloodcurdling scream from the Bishop’s throat. |
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| Forgotten | Jul 22 2009, 04:47 PM Post #2 |
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The nameless one had come a long way to see this city. This place, she had been told, was a capitol of goodness and education. A mortal fortress prepared for war; but also a place of beauty. Still, she had the feeling that something more was telling her to go here. There was something troubling in Morrim, and the angel got the feeling that it was her duty to find out what. Her bare feet navigated the streets of the city for most of the day. From the poor and sick in the hovels of the city, she had found that there was a church of the light in the better end of town, that did nothing to help these poor people. Feeling that perhaps there was a side to the story she had not yet heard, the angel decided to seek out this church. Twilight was upon her soon, as she walked about the streets. Finally the building came into her view, the white painted church with symbols and trappings she knew and recognized as symbols worshiping the light. The angel drew closer when she felt a sudden chill. Her eyes widened as she looked upon the church knowing instantly what could have caused her to feel such a thing, she wondered if they really had been ignoring the poor and needy of this city for far more grave reasons than she had believed. The sudden screams of people and the feel of holy light having moved within told her all that she needed to know beyond this. To any angel in her state, fear should have been present. To fight a demon, with her powers as limited as they were, was a grave risk. Particularly one that was already holding its own against a follower of light, even if his power was weaker than her own. However, the nameless one had spent far too long alone in darkness to let fear cloud her when she was needed to help those who sought light's shelter. The light had kept her safe thus far, why would it abandon her now? Light be with me as I go about your will. She prayed silently before taking the remaining steps towards the building. Just outside the doorway, she heard the command of the demon to the elder. As her feet crossed the threshold, she clasped her hands together and loosed one long melodious note. A soprano that seemed to resound with her own musical chime inside her voice. The slight jingle from the bits of chain on the shackles at her wrists and ankles, seemed to mingle with and help the tone. She held the note as she walked into the room her bare feet padding against the stone floor on her way halfway down the aisle way before she paused letting the note fade. Her aura filling this place and countering the aura brought on b the presence of the demon. She was hope within the darkness. "Does that satisfy your ears?" the hooded woman asked, her gray eyes taking in the odd garb and form of the demon before her. Not having noticed until after she said it, that the creature did, in fact, have a particular stress on ears. She did not come with weapons blazing, as always attempting to offer a peaceful end before the violent route. The nameless angel was not far from ready, however, to draw her blades and combat this foe if necessary. |
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| Mirix | Jul 24 2009, 12:00 AM Post #3 |
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The religious leader arched his back as he could little more aside from oblige the bloodthirsty demon’s demon. With a haggard breath and tear jerked eyes of dying light he slumped defeated into the cathedra. Crimson dripped from Mirix’s fingertips as he pulled his hand away from nearly severed arm of the Bishop. He smirked at the wound, casually debating in his mind whether or not he’d rather just tear the appendage off. He tilted his head at his victim, feline ears drooping, and pouted. “Awwwwre…. You may be old, but you haven't gone soft yet, have you?” Just as he put one of the bloodied digits to his mouth, the tiny hairs on the back of his neck prickled. His expression changed immediately, dropping the sadness and becoming much more alert. His nose twitched, the scent he was picking up immediately recognizable; there was someone here. His eyes narrowed at the bishop and he grinned devilishly at him without turning around. “Your savior is here…” As if on cue, the solitary note filled the air, to which he couldn’t help but wince. The melodious voice of an angel, while music to the ears of simpleminded humans, was like the grating of steel on steel to this particular demon. Mirix stood to his feet as the angel sang, keeping his back to her and allowing his hand to drop idly by his side. He could feel her aura fighting for dominance with his own within the cathedral, but he held his ground enough so that there was at least an equal balance within the structure. When she finished and asked if he were satisfied, he sneered to himself as his glowing eyes fell onto the Bishop who was now looking beyond him at the angel with a renewed sense of hope. The demon turned to face the angel, a placid grin upon his features, finding her to appear simply as a humble looking hooded woman. Despite her appearance, her being there sent pleasant chills down his spine. Mirix wasn’t bothered by this in the least. The fact that there was an angel here actually excited him and he bared his fangs. “You’re completely out of sync. Get out of here before I re-tune your face!” |
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| Forgotten | Jul 27 2009, 02:51 PM Post #4 |
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The angel smelled the blood and sympathized with the pain of the injured and confused priest. Surely, he was not the purest of men; but he was a lost sheep that could easily be guided back towards the light. He had not strayed so far that the light would abandon him. "Children, leave this house, this kind of darkness is not one that can be met by those with wavering hearts. This house has already been made weak by your faltering. leave, seek forgiveness, and find the path again." The angel spoke looking about the room at the others before looking back at the demon who bore his fangs and had replied in a manner typical of lesser, more rash demons. His attire was bizarre and foreign to this world and his many eared body was a form she was unfamiliar with. He was probably not of Lerfeor. "Dark one, this place would welcome one such as you if you were to forsake your evil ways. Clearly you have come with intent to harm and desecrate. I ask you to leave this place now, or I must force you to leave it. This house must be restored to a place of light." her voice was not threatening, simply firm and commanding. Even demons deserved the chance to leave without harm, no matter how much she doubted he would opt to do so. The sense of utter blackheartedness emanated from his eyes and twisted smile. The angel would be ready to strike at a moment's notice, even if her hands were not yet on her weapons. Standing firm, she waited for him to react. |
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| Mirix | Jul 30 2009, 10:38 AM Post #5 |
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His eyes didn’t leave the angel’s hooded form as she told the scattered groups of mortals to leave the church. The demon didn’t understand why she was letting them leave; it would be so much more productive to simply wipe them out. After all, there would always be more humans, they multiplied endlessly. “Harm and desecrate?” He asked her, sounding offended and raising a slight brow at her words. Mirix didn’t appear to react at all to the angel’s threat of the use of force; he hadn’t the slightest feeling that she was anything of a danger to him. Perhaps an annoyance, maybe, but certainly not something he should be even the slightest bit worried about. “You’ve got me all wrong…” His toothy grin widened to near maniacal proportions as his posture changed, voice purring, another claw going to his lips to be cleaned of crimson fluid. “I am merely the instrument of divine retribution.” He chuckled low in his throat at that thought, which he figured could possibly be true if one thought about it. “Surely you understand that.” “This place is overrun by the vermin and I-“ The demon’s ears twitched as he sensed movement from behind, having completely put the Bishop, who was now attempting to stand, out of mind when the angel had appeared. With a casual movement that didn’t skip a beat he whirled around. His claws glistened for a split second before their entire lengths tore across the Bishop’s throat, sending a spray of blood and flesh across the cathedra and pulpit. The action was fluid, quick and merciless, all but severing the man’s head from his body. Mirix turned back to face the angel, his action being fast enough to not cause even the slightest pause in his sentence, “am the exterminator.” |
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| Forgotten | Aug 3 2009, 04:56 PM Post #6 |
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The angel saw many escape, as the demon lilted his filthy lies and twisting words. She had been about to speak on how the divine was not about retribution; but forgiveness, and grant him another chance to leave, However, suddenly, before she could stop him, he struck down the bishop, the only mortal who had not managed to flee the place yet. Guilt struck her, at the loss of another life she might have been able to spare; but she knew, if she had truly been able to save him, she would have. If he perished here and was punished, it was because he had passed his chances for redemption and allowed this house to fall to evil far too long. Still, the loss of a life was a sad thing; but she would have time to mourn him later. There was a demon to be dealt with now, and she needed to be focused on this target. "The light does not send it's agents to expunge the fallen, until they have refused all chances for redemption. You know nothing of Divine Retribution; but you soon will!" The angel's blades raised as she took a stance to fight the demon. Then she loosed another note of her angelic voice while moving to slash at the demon with one of her wind and fire wheels. Her other blade ready to move to her defense against whatever attack this vile demon might use in retaliation. |
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| Mirix | Aug 5 2009, 09:58 PM Post #7 |
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The demon could see the guilt on the angel’s face and he smiled at how the Bishop’s death affected her. Why was she so attached? She didn’t even know him and he would’ve died sooner or later anyway. Was she going to be upset whenever a human kicked the bucket? The angel should’ve known that you can’t save everyone and that in the end she would fail miserably if she planned to save even the majority. He shrugged at her words, not caring at all for what she had to say. “That’s a pretty lame pick up line…” He told her with a sympathetic look on his face while scratching the side of his head as if she had said something quite embarrassing. His lightly colored eyes were focused on her as she prepared to attack him. The demon didn’t appear concerned, or even really aware that the woman had it out to cause him harm. His posture was relaxed and though he too had it in his mind to cause the one in front of him grievous injury, there wasn’t a hint of such desire shown in his expression. Mirix avoided the slash; jumping back to land crouched on the cathedra, balanced easily with a boot on either arm rest. “You missed.” He said with a smirk. The demon then reached beneath himself to grab the Bishop’s legs before yanking him out from the chair and flinging the corpse of the man straight at the attacking angel. |
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| Forgotten | Aug 12 2009, 08:25 PM Post #8 |
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The angel's attacks were evaded by the demon; but her momentum was not slowed. She charged after the demon who attempted to mock her and was soon faced with yet another audacity of demon kind. However, she was not shocked or slowed by it. She had faced greater demons, who tried far more vile tactics, in days long past. Moving with fluid and well practiced skill, the angel ducked low and continued to step forward as the corpse passed over her. She turned as she moved so that by the time the corpse had passed, she had moved up the steps and added the momentum of her spin gave her greater speed and thus inertia behind her horizontal arcing swipe with one wind and fire wheel before she leapt into the air and spun three times quite rapidly. The wind and fire wheels making a vertical arc closing in tighter on the demon's location. The over all effect was a maneuver that allowed her to evade the body, close space to deliver a horizontal swipe, which the demon would probably leap over; but in so doing still be in range of a strike from her blades. However, the angel was apparently well practice din form; but rusty in application, she had made a slight error, if he managed to evade, or take one of these strikes, she was still going to collide with the cathedra and probably knock the ostentatious chair over backwards. ...Oh bother.... |
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| Mirix | Aug 14 2009, 10:35 PM Post #9 |
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Surely by now the angel had her own thoughts and opinions regarding the crass demon. Though some of them were likely to be true, some were also likely to be false. Despite his appearance, disregard for life and general air of not giving a damn, Mirix was a very competent, smart and dangerous entity. The thrown body was simply a distraction; something to take away from the fact that he was indeed planning something sinister for the angel to fall prey to. She easily avoided being whacked in the face with the dead Bishop as expected and continued forward to which he playfully sucked his teeth in mock disappointment. The demon watched as she continued to approach and his light eyes glinted as he smirked to himself, knowing just how he was going to play with her. She swung one of her weapons at him and he avoided it, jumping up. However, at the apex of his jump, his claws reached behind him to grab onto the back of the chair. Just as the angel leapt into the air, Mirix swung himself up and over the cathedra, keeping himself close to the object in order to avoid being nicked by one of the sharp blades. He knew that the angel’s tactic would have her smashing into the chair and he was going to use that to work in his favor. Just when he was sure the collision was about to happen, he pushed himself off the back of cathedra, somersaulting through the air to land gracefully a few feet away. His right hand sparked with magical energies, a ball of oddly silver colored flame bursting into existence a moment later which was immediately launched forward. If all went according to plan then just as the angel found herself falling forward due to the overturned cathedra, the ball of flame would come and smash right into her. |
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| Forgotten | Aug 31 2009, 01:56 PM Post #10 |
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The angel saw his speed was slightly greater than she had anticipated as he evaded every strike. The realization of what was about to happen showed on her face as she realized her foolishness. Her arms began to move however, suddenly everything moved faster and pain seared from behind her. The next thing she knew she was against the wall, blood pouring from her broken nose which had been broken when the fireball smashed her through the cathedra and into the wall behind it. The angel chastised herself for her error and slowly rose to her feet wiping her face on the back of one arm and seeing the blood. This gave her pause... So... I really am a mortal... This is what it is to bleed... Thank you for the chance to know the pain of those belonging to the material plane. I will learn all I can from this time of testing, please guide me to fight against this evil, if it is your will, that I might return this house to it's former grace. Her realization had quickly became internal prayer. The angel turned to face the demon and raised her blades ready to continue to fight. "I will use this fight against you, to refresh my fighting skill that I might be more prepared to fight other evil after you." The angel did not move to strike first this time. She did not want to give him the chance to use her own momentum against her again, causing her to defeat herself. She needed to wait, be on guard, and try to play his game against him. |
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| Mirix | Aug 31 2009, 06:35 PM Post #11 |
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When the angel got to her feet, the demon’s eyes canvassed her face, a grin appearing on his as he admired the damage. The scent of the angel’s blood wafted through the air towards him and he breathed in deeply, a slight shiver going through him during the exhalation. Mirix didn’t make a move to exploit the female’s moment of vulnerability, though it was quite tempting to. Instead he allowed her to take whatever time she needed to accept the fact that she had been injured. Mirix hugged himself tightly as his angelic opponent finally seemed to return to the mindset of battle. He bent forward as she spoke, the scent of her blood sending continuous waves of lust through his mind. “How exciting.” he responded huskily, eyes shining as his head tilted to the side. A lecherous grin had formed on his lips and combined with the lust filled look in his eyes, told the angel everything she might have wanted to know about what degrading and immoral acts the demonic male was currently envisioning for her. Eventually the silver haired demon regained his composure and a slight laugh escaped him as he shook his head, thinking the angel foolish to assume she’d be victorious in this encounter. “What do you think?” He asked her then, referring to the damage to her nose. The demon began to walk towards her now, albeit slowly with his arms casually by his side. ”Much better now, yes?” Again he laughed a little, his claws extending just an inch more as he continued his approach. “Now that your nose is done, let’s see what we can do about the rest of that catastrophe you call a face!” With that demon lunged forward to make a false swipe towards the angel’s throat. |
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