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The Culling; Open
Topic Started: Sep 19 2009, 03:34 PM (290 Views)
Mazohyst
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Something didn't feel right, Mazohyst felt compelled to leave the safety of campus. It wasn't like his usual urges, he didn't feel compelled to commit acts of violence and brutality like before. No, this was certainly different. It was like a gentle luring whisper, an ethereal voice beckoning to him. Not just him though, the whispers call out to others as well - those with darkness in their hearts.

The voice held seemingly dark implications and undertones to it. Mazo, after all, is at least somewhat familiar with the workings and traits of demons having battled several recently, as well as ones in the past. He's no expert on them but he had a suspicion that agents of hell were somehow involved. The agents he was used to fighting? Perhaps, but he had his doubts. This feels somehow different.

As soon as he steps on the grass Mazo is instantly hit with an unnatural gust of wind. The wind whispers softly in his ear, ethereal voices warning him to turn back. The earth itself tells him to flee, but Mazohyst stands defiant. His actions speak louder than anything he could say at that point. The wind subsides, understanding his willpower, and he moves onward towards what he assumes is the source of these anomalies.

The ebon-haired male passes various statues and monuments. He passes rows upon rows of graves, several statues appear to look at him. A large white statue of a man mounted on a horse appears to look at him, it's eyes seemingly wander as he passes along. An angelic statue, head hung low, seems to condemn him for his actions. Even the inanimate fear this place, but the calling is strong, as is his will. Yet he continues, trudging onward, heeding the call.

His weapon hung from the back of his hips, it clanked with each movement. The teenager had been lead to the entrance of a large mausoleum. The structure was startling ornate, various towers, pinnacles, and spires jutted out from the top. The front featured various arches and at the corners were demonic-looking gargoyles, jaws opened, and their tongue extended outward.

"How pleasant."

It was likely that Mazo would not be the only one here. The voices, or whatever they were, called not only to him but others with hearts of darkness. Such creatures are quite entertaining to lure and manipulate.
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Is there darkness in Emerald's heart? Is that what called her to the cemetery? The answer is simply that the line between a shadowed heart and misguided, albeit violent ignorance. Paranoia surging urges with fear. Fear of losing touch with the senses, fear of losing valuable and necessary skill. Fear of being killed for being unprepared. It is not natural for someone always in danger to feel at ease.

Yes, something unnatural draws her to the place. And yes, it tells her to turn back. But the contradiction is lost on her. Curiosity was a dangerous but fun impulse to follow.

Through a path, headstone after headstone after headstone. Ethereal beings cast their appearance into white rock, hands pressed together, staring forward and yet not; she stops for a moment. Staring at it, the unnatural feeling of judgment washes though with its own level of certainty. It's difficult to ignore, but more intriguing than anything else. Her fingers brush along the base and she moves onward. Follow the trail. The further one falls, the more difficult it is go climb out again. But a challenge is more fun.

No, sometimes she doesn't understand the whirlwind of emotions that can kick about, but it's better that way.

With quiet footsteps along the path, Emerald felt the pull subside lightly when something came to view. An unfamiliar mausoleum, one that she was surprised never to have noticed considering the time she spent at this place. And she wasn't alone in this. Surprise, surprise.

"Mazohyst." Amber's friend; the boy with similar features. Since learning both those facts he was difficult not to recognise. The interesting name was one not to forget, she was sure. Hands behind her back, fingers entwined together. Seemingly unarmed.
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Silent footsteps approach Mazohyst, the graceful steps of an assassin no doubt. The raven-haired male does not hear these steps but his mind's eye instinctively activates, his range of sight suddenly expanded to a full view of the world around him. He momentarily focuses his attention on the mausoleum before him, it's design was truly disturbing and bizarre. However, he quickly averted his attention on the approaching girl. Mazohyst quickly identified her as Emerald, a friend of their mutual friend - Amber. For a moment, Mazohyst kept his body facing the mausoleum, his back was briefly turned away. 360-vision, remember? Out of courtesy and respect, though, Mazo turned towards her as his mind's eye shut off.

The teenager's lips curled into a slight smile and he nodded towards her in salutation. "Emerald..." He says. For a moment Mazohyst wondered why she was here as well. Then he recalled what she had said before and how she preferred fine, precise blade work. Perhaps due to their similar professions they felt a culling, a tug on their souls towards this place. Mazohyst ran his fingers through his hair, pushing some bangs out of his face in the process. He turned back towards the finely crafted structure behind him before he spoke again. "You felt it too, didn't you? It looks like it leads here. What exactly it is, I have no idea, but..." He paused, strands of hair fell back down over his face as he let his hands fall at his sides. "It's calling for us."

Mazohyst clutched the handle of his blade and reexamined the mysterious and malovelent-looking structure. For a moment, Mazohyst thought that the gargoyles grinned at him. The expression was that of a voracious beast waiting for its meal. The teenager raised an eyebrow and shrugged with a smirk before turning his attention back towards Emerald. "This place definitely is not normal, whatever normal is anyway. Either way - I intend to find out what's in here and what's calling for me." Mazohyst moves towards the doors of the mausoleum. As he pushed the heavy stone doors open a cold wind was expelled outward from the interior. His button-up shirt flailed in the wind, the white collars and black cloth whipping around. Meanwhile, his black shirt beneath clung to his body. Unaffected though, Mazohyst continued pushing the double doors until it was completely open.

Revealed inside was a blank room composed of pale stone. In the corner was a narrow stone staircase. The air within the interior is cold, chilling even. Mazo wasn't sure if Emerald wanted to come along to this journey to the unknown, but he felt she would. Either way, he turned his head back towards her as he approached the stairway cautiously. The pair would feel compelled to move closer and closer to it, almost like a magnetic pull although not actually a physical tug. "Feels like I'm getting closer to something. What it is though, I'm not sure. I intend to find out though, what about you?"
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"Emerald..."

She returned his nod with a faint smile. With pleasantries out of the way, they could sooner focus on solving the riddle before them; what had called them out to this place in the middle of the night?

"You felt it too, didn't you? It looks like it leads here. What exactly it is, I have no idea, but... It's calling for us."

"I could venture a guess as to why." Emerald said, recalling that odd feeling she came across when face to face with the praying statue. Judgment. Almost as if failing a test of life for heading in the inappropriate direction. "After all, what do we have in common besides the obvious?" A short, outward laugh. Almost haunting considering what dangers surely faced them.

"This place definitely is not normal, whatever normal is anyway. Either way - I intend to find out what's in here and what's calling for me."

"-Us." Emerald corrected, lightly. Then she paused; contemplating something. "Or perhaps there were more and we were the ones willing to throw ourselves in further. Or maybe the call was for you, and I'm simply in the wrong place at the wrong time." She mused. With so many open doors, she couldn't rule anything out yet.

She was a few steps behind, keeping back as he moved the heady doors to open the mausoleum. The gust of wind threw itself into her hair, tossing dark strands this way and that. She simply watched.

Inside now. The cool air was something she preferred for obvious reasons. It would serve her well should things turn to the inevitable. It had a calming effect on her, like a wave of relief.

"Feels like I'm getting closer to something. What it is though, I'm not sure. I intend to find out though, what about you?"

"I agree with you. Whatever it is must be in this direction. Force just shy of a physical push or pull." It was odd; she didn't know what to make of such a thing. It was not something she'd ever experienced before and so there was the struggle of which feeling to follow; curiosity or apprehension.
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"I could venture a guess as to why.""After all, what do we have in common besides the obvious?"

The raven haired teenager's lips quickly form into a smile, he smirks slightly at her comment. Mazohyst had his own suspicions on what was calling them, though it certainly was not a benevolent force, of that Mazohyst was certain. He wondered if this was that masked demon's doing, however this felt quiet different. As far as Mazo could tell this was not his style and thus, not his doing. If it wasn't Nowhere Man then who or what exactly is it? The answer is something Mazo, and seeming Emerald, were intent to find out.

"-Us." "Or perhaps there were more and we were the ones willing to throw ourselves in further. Or maybe the call was for you, and I'm simply in the wrong place at the wrong time."

An interesting perspective, definitely a possible one as well. Mazohyst smirked as he spoke, "Or maybe we're the only ones crazy enough to enter." His tone was casual, as well as humorous though also a little haunting considering their line of work. There aren't too many complete sane assassins after all. "Either way, we're here and it seems no one else is, except whatever it was that beckoned for us."

Mazo wasn't too fond of the chilling air within the interior of the stone structure. He found it neither pleasant nor comfortable, thought it made him slightly apprehensive. Temperatures tend to drop when around creatures and spirits of the nether, excluding the occasional fire-spewing monster though.

"I agree with you. Whatever it is must be in this direction. Force just shy of a physical push or pull."

His hair shook slightly as he nodded in reply. The violet-eyed male tilted his head towards the stairs and slowly moves towards it. The heavy stone doors behind the pair slowly closes with a quiet rumble. The stone room becomes pitch black. Mazo holds out his left hand and concentrates the flow of energy towards there. He could feel energy flowing through his veins, crackling like electricity until it actually becomes like electricity. The violet-colored lightning covering his hand is held there in the air, Mazo uses it as a torch to light their way. The energy causes the room to become illuminated in an amethyst glow. Mazohyst exhales deeply as he moves to the first step. "No way but down; down the rabbit hole," he says with a laugh.
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A strange sound from behind caused Emerald to turn her head slightly. She watched the stone doors close slowly, draining the room of all light with each movement. Then there was darkness. Frightening to most, of course; the strange calling to a cemetery, being closed in a mausoleum, stuck in darkness. With what small detail she could make, Mazohyst seemed clearly unaffected by it. That was good. Heightened sight does little to help with no light source at all, but some things were still able to be picked up.

Seeing his outline, Emerald reached forward slightly, a hand resting on his back to ensure herself of his location. Mazohyst found a way to form a makeshift torch, and suddenly the room, small cracks and all, flow with light. Emerald moved towards the stairs now, the almost gravitational pull strong in its direction.

"No way but down; down the rabbit hole,"

"I'm right behind you." She replied. She would simply follow.
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"I'm right behind you."

Without turning his head, Mazo replies with a quick nod. He wasn't sure whether or not the gesture would be seen, although it didn't matter too much anyway. Either way, the two were going down the stairway. Whether or lead to hell, madness, salvation, or freedom was unsure and unknown. Only uncertainty was certain here, it seemed. Nevertheless, Mazohyst continues descending down the cold, stone steps. His boots silently thump against the hard steps, his clothes ruffle slightly, and as he descended deeper and deeper into the unknown his cold breath became visible. Slowly, Mazo turns his head towards Emerald. He tries to think of something to say but his mind quickly blank, so he thinks of their commonalities beside their professions and physical appearance.

"So, uh...how long have you known Amber for?" His voice, although in its usual calm tone. is slightly strained with a sense of awkwardness. Mazo does not stop moving as he speaks, though is pace slowed a little.

A half-minute later and the two eventually reach the end of the stone, spiralling staircase. They find themselves at a hallway, long, cold, and made of stone. In the distance, a slight rustling would be heard. Mazo himself would not hear it, however Emerald with her enhanced sense of hearing would, but just barely. Mazohyst steps forward and raises his left hand higher. The violet-energy that emanted from his hand coated the hallway in an amethyst glow. It revealed several small piles of bone, they were crushed, splintered, and damaged. They definitely were in a mausoleum, although don't people usually have respect for the people they bury? Mazohyst was becoming increasingly cautious and suspicious about the whole thing. "Broken bones. Don't people usually have respect for the people they bury?" He repeats his thoughts. Mazohyst steps forward again, a small piece of bone cracks beneath his feet. "This place is...definitely peculiar, to say the least."

In the distance, although out of his range of vision in the darkness, something moves. The thing is definitely small, what it is exactly is (like the rest of this place) uncertain. The creature, whatever it is, would quickly disappear into the unseen and unknown.
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"So, uh...how long have you known Amber for?"

There was an awkward note to his voice. Emerald wasn't sure if she was supposed to initiate any kind of conversation in the silence as they moved down the stairs, so she hadn't bothered. The silence had been oddly comforting; it made it more easy to properly assess the situation. Nevertheless, she would answer his question. "Not too long, really. But circumstances caused us to become closer relatively quickly." She remained vague, not entirely sure she wanted to explain the fact that Amber had caught her right after killing two people. "How about you?"

The staircase ended at a hallway, as chilled as the rest of the place. The first step down and there was a strange sound; light rustling from a distance she couldn't quite pinpoint. The sound was muffled when Mazohyst took another step; blanketed. But as she followed, examining points of the room in its now violet glow, her attention was caught by the same thing his was.

"Broken bones. Don't people usually have respect for the people they bury?"

She stopped momentarily to kneel before a pile, fragments of bone and crushed, trampled skulls. "It makes it clear this place has been tampered with." She said, though that much they already knew. Another noise. A sharp, quick sound. Emerald turned quickly but in darkness she could see nothing. She could hear nothing. "Did you see that?" Or hear it, for that matter.
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"Not too long, really. But circumstances caused us to become closer relatively quickly." "How about you?"

Mazohyst remained quiet as she spoke, listening attentively not only to her but also his surroundings. This place, this mysterious place was causing the raven-haired male to become increasingly wary, and for good reason. His attention focused on the word 'circumstances.' The teenager wondered about what exactly she meant by circumstances. Then, he thought about his and Amber's own circumstances that brought them closer as well. Briefly, he imagined his first encounter with the winged girl, which also happened to be his first encounter with a certain trio of agents of hell. Mazohyst had changed a lot since then. He wasn't sure whether or not it had a lot to do with her but meeting Amber was a major turning point in his young life. Nevertheless, Mazohyst shook off the thought. It took him a moment to respond but after the thought finally evaporated he replied.

"Same as you," he begins. "Not too long. Circumstances? I'm guessing those situations weren't exactly sunshine and rainbows," Mazo smirks slightly. "Though, I can't say our (meaning him and Amber) circumstances were rather well...normal either. Demons tend to fuck up any possibilities of normalcy and peace. I'll leave it at that." Several quick images flash in his head, causing an almost dizzying effect. He recalled the swirling whirlpool of severed limbs lashing out at him and the trio of malovelent beings toying with him. Though, the images quickly faded as soon as he finally made his way down the staircase and into the hallway.

"It makes it clear this place has been tampered with."

"An excellent point," He replies as he steps forward, causing more bones to crack and crush beneath his boot. "Who, or what could have done this is beyond me. Whatever it is, it certainly does not seem benevolent."

"Did you see that?"

Mazo hears and sees nothing. Whatever Emerald had seen and heard was just beyond his visual and auditory range. His Mind's Eye ability had been turned off, and unlike usual it didn't flicker on instinctively. Either Emerald is paranoid or her senses were much more highly tuned than his. Considering that Mazohyst is paranoid himself he figured that it was the latter that is correct.

"I didn't see anything," He replies as he turns his head back towards Emerald. He activates his Mind's Eye, his vision suddenly expands beyond it's typical range. It definitely is not nightvision but it helped to a slight degree in the darkness. Mazohyst could see a bit farther, not to mention to his sides and back. It's truly an ideal power for a paranoid. Due to the activation of his power his eyes suddenly glow, they give off a soft violet glow momentarily. "I'll keep an eye out. Whatever it is, Emerald, I'm betting it's not entirely friendly."

A low growl echoes through the hallway. The sound was vaguely similar to a lupine or canine vocalization. However, it seemed highly distorted and unnaturally guttural. Mazo remains silent, not knowing what it was or whether or not it was a threat. He does as he had been trained to do in the past - stay perfectly motionless and breathe slowly and silently. He turns towards Emerald, his expression remains calm. The energy and light given off from his left hand is suddenly shut off, drowning the world around them in complete darkness.

Slow, ragged breathes echo just as the growl had. Following it, bones crunch one after another. A red glow would be seen in the distance. It's not just one single red object, rather it is four crimson-red objects that are seen. They are aligned as eyes would be only with another pair a few inches above the first pair. The thing turns away, the two pairs of red orbs are no longer seen. It moves away, the only way Mazo can tell that it does is that is by the crunching of bones beneath feet. The crunches become softer and softer until they are no longer heard at all. Certain that the threat had finally left, Mazo had raised his hand and reilluminated the duo with it's violet light.

"I can already tell," He speaks softly. "This going to be one hell of a day."

As if on cue, the duo would suddenly hear a soft ethereal whisper. It is unknown what it is said but the voice seemed rather masculine.
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"Same as you. Not too long. Circumstances? I'm guessing those situations weren't exactly sunshine and rainbows,"

"I'm sure you can imagine, quite the opposite." Emerald returned his smirk with one of her own. They didn't need to share specifics to understand that they both had had relatively unconventional meetings. Still, as he decided to go on, she couldn't hide the surprised look on her face. Lucky he hadn't been looking, her face hidden in the darkness. Talk of demons was one she didn't really understand. It was not something she had ever encountered before and, therefore, she could not be entirely sure that such things were real. But apparently they were.

"I'll keep an eye out. Whatever it is, Emerald, I'm betting it's not entirely friendly."

"They called us, remember?" She had said, more as a joke than anything else. But suddenly whatever light mood was in the room was drained by a low growl, ringing through the hallway. Emerald stood once more, eyes following the distorted sound. Nothing was to be seen, for the light Mazohyst had given cut out suddenly. Neither of them move, but Emerald's hearing followed whatever it was by footsteps and bone crunches. Then there was a red glow. Four, to be exact.

And then it was gone.

"I can already tell. This going to be one hell of a day."

And then the whispers begin again. "Have you ever experienced this kind of thing before?" She had to ask. It would be more assuring if he had, considering this type of, well, for now she supposed threat, was new to her.
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"I'm sure you can imagine, quite the opposite."

Mazohyst flashes a brief smile, but under the dim glow of his violet fist it was uncertain whether or not it would be seen. He turns his head back towards the (presumably) end of the hallway. The darkness was horrendously deceptive, Mazohyst wasn't exactly sure how far of a distance they had walked yet. Fatigue hadn't settled in yet, it wasn't even close to, so obviously they hadn't gone too far. But just how long is this hallway and what exactly is at the end of it? The was an answer that the raven-haired male definitely did not have. He touches the handle of his wicked blade just as a precaution.

"They called us, remember?"

"You're right, Emerald." The violet-eyed teenager replied.

His grip on his had tightened as the four crimson spheres revealed themselves. The creature lingered for a moment, it's breath was absolutely foul. From what he could gather the creature was a fair distance away, however that didn't stop it's noxious-smelling breathe to be picked up by his nostrils. It smelled like death; rotting meat and foul blood. Nevertheless, the creature suddenly passes and the duo keeps moving despite the ethereal whispers that call for them.

"Have you ever experienced this kind of thing before?"

Mazohyst turns towards Emerald with a smile, this time his expression is easily visible. "More than a guy my age should. Judging by that foul smell earlier whatever is here is probably the type to consume flesh, presumably rotten flesh." As if on cue, he steps forward, his boot crushed a severely cracked and aged femur. "Explains all the scattered bones too, it seems."

He steps forward, however he comes to a sudden halt as he sees a faint flicker of light on the ground. Mazohyst moves forward, the amethyst glow of his energy illuminates the object. He examines it briefly, though he makes no effort to actually touch or kneel beside it. "A cigarette," he says softly. "Wonder who, or rather, what was smoking it." The teenager turns to his left, the light coming from his hand follows. Mazo's violet eyes widen suddenly.

The character "shi" is written in dried blood. Beside it, numerous other words are written: morte, muerte, mors, mortis. Upon further examination Mazo sees red fragments of clay. His mind instantly makes the connection. "I've seen this before..." He speaks, turning back towards Emerald. "They all mean death. I don't know who or what did all this but whatever it is...it's familiar with me. Judging from my past experiences with this kind of stuff... Probably not a good thing. Still -"

Mazo's suddenly interrupted by a loud rumble and crash behind the duo. It was a fair distance away but Mazo could see it well enough. A wall had formed some twenty meters behind them. Mazo normally wouldn't worry about this type of thing but this wall was rapidly approaching. Furthermore, it was lined with numerous bloody spikes. Mangled, impaled corpses were stuck onto the rusty spikes. The wall rapidly approaches. Mazohyst laughs a little before he moves into a run.

"How cliche," He shakes his head as he runs.
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"More than a guy my age should. Judging by that foul smell earlier whatever is here is probably the type to consume flesh, presumably rotten flesh. Explains all the scattered bones too, it seems."

Something that consumes flesh; not exactly her usual target. In fact, it wasn't even close to what she normally dealt with. A whole new playing field. It didn't worry her really, it was more interesting than anything else. Going into battle with no background information was something she kind of missed. Still, it was reassuring to know he at least knew a little of what was going on here.

"A cigarette,"

His words reach her but she does not take them in. She was looking for anything else out of the ordinary besides that and the piles and piles of bones. The light may not be as bright where she was standing, but still, heightened sight allowed it to seep into every inch of the place. Still, nothing.

"I've seen this before..."

She moved the few steps to close the distance between them.

"They all mean death. I don't know who or what did all this but whatever it is...it's familiar with me. Judging from my past experiences with this kind of stuff... Probably not a good thing. Still -"

A rumble and a crash. They both turn at the same time to see what was coming towards them. A wall covered in blood painted spikes. He laughed, said it was cliche, and ran. And she followed. "A room of death," She called over the noise, "Perhaps our friends weren't fast enough." But no doubt they were.
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The raven-haired teenager smirks after Emerald had replied. It definitely was a room of death, obviously Mazohyst and Emerald had no intentions of joining the victims of the deathly hallway. The two make the obvious choice and run from the advancing wall of death in the only way possible - forward. The approaching deathwall and its deathly smell become closer and closer, the smell violates his sense of smell.

As he moves, Mazohyst thinks about the environment in which they were in. Okay, it was a hallway, right? The advancing wall would crush and impale everything all the way to the end, whatever exactly the end was. So, they'd be chased all the way to the end only to be inevitably crushed to death. He laughs a little to himself at the thought, it sounded a lot like some kind of twisted metaphor for mortality.

There would have to be some kind of alternate route though. The teenager recalled the bleeding red orbs that cast its crimson gaze upon the duo. Where had that creature gone? How had it escaped the accelerating wall of spikes and death? There had to be some kind of escape route, but even then they would only end up walking into the unknown, and possibly into even more danger. They'd trade off the massive, unstoppable wall for a mysterious creature with seemingly evil intents. The teenager turns towards Emerald, he's able to speak without panting or any other interruption. He has the body of a trained killer because frankly he is a trained killer, as is Emerald.

"The red-eyed creature must've hid somewhere," Mazo says, he pauses for a moment and turns his attention back towards the advancing wall. It was getting dangerously close, Mazohyst began to accelerate into a half-sprint. "It must've moved to an alternate route. So we sprint like hell, find that route, encounter whatever it is that howled earlier...or be crushed and impaled to death." Being crushed and impaled is a possibility for both routes. Mazo preferred the alternate a lot more though. "Keep an eye out for any openings."

He says no more. The teenager runs at full speed, the wall rumbles behind them and moves faster and faster. His hands pulsate with violet energy, it's erratic as he moves in a full sprint. He keeps an eye out for any openings of any sort, a den, an escape route, anything to get away from certain death.
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The advancing wall carried a particular smell about it. While it was not the greatest thing in the world, the closer or further it got meant the smell would increase or decrease a fraction. The difference was captured by her heightened since of smell. It was difficult to ignore the power of it, however, it meant she could track teir progress without having to turn around.

A quick assessment of the room caused her to determine that the previous threat was no where to be seen. So the obvious answer to that would be that there was a way out of where they were, provided said threat could not disappear, teleport or become intangible. She was banking on the first idea instead.

"Keep an eye out for any openings."

Amethyst light flows along the walls and floor evenly, but the wall ahead was approaching fast. The force of the wall behind them pushed some of what little air there was in the hallway along with them like another running partner. For the most part it followed forward, but up ahead flowed lightly to her side. And sure enough, the faded light source would illuminate a sharp corner for her within moments.

And when the time came, Emerald hooked an arm around his, paused and pivoted on one foot, kicking off around the corner and dragging him along with her.
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The approaching wall of death was just not ignorable, obviously. His sense of smell wasn't able to detect the shifts in distance, however the smell was terrible and repugnant all the same. Like Emerald, Mazohyst had no need to turn around either. His enhanced range of sight allowed him to view behind him, as well as nearly every angle around him. Though, his enhanced clarity that came in addition to his range was not enough to find an escape route. Fortunately, Emerald's eyes were capable of that.

Violet eyes widened suddenly as he felt a quick tug around his arm. The teenager was dragged, nearly jolted out from his previous position and into the corner where they were currently safe. The sudden movement had caused the light flowing from his hand to momentarily shut off. Mazohyst recomposed himself, he brought himself back up into a full standing position by using his sword to help lift him up. Not that the raven-haired teenager needed it, anyhow. Mazohyst places it back into its holster and secures it. The movement was quick, it took less than a second to do.

He raises his left hand again and allows his energy to flow through it. The light reveals a grisly scene - a dead body hung upside down by a hook through its back. The corpse was slumped over, it looked extremely dry. The blood had dripped out and down onto the ground below it, staining the ground with a deep reddish-brown color. The smell was pretty terrible as well. Mazohyst was able to crack a quick joke about it though.

"Add a few lightbulbs here and there and it'd be a great chandolier," He says, stepping over the dried puddle of blood. With his back still facing her Mazo speaks again, this time in a more serious tone. "Back there... I'd probably be dead if it weren't for you." The raven-haired teenager pauses for a moment and continues moving onward.

The duo would be greeted by another odd sight. A large pile of bones is sprawled out in the middle of a large circular room. A pale green light shines from the center of the roof straight down. The roof is ornately designed, it features intricate baroque-esque architecture and art. Numerous skeletons are painted on the roof, they display undead creatures flaying at the living for their flesh.

The pair would experience a slight sense of vertigo, the room seems to suddenly shift and spin. Again, they would feel a rumble as another solid door closes behind them. This time, however, it serves no other purpose than to trap them. Trap them with what, though? It is revealed when the pale green light from the room begins to slightly intensify. It reveals a bizarre sight.

Resting atop the center of the skeleton pile was a large, intricately carved stone. Engraved upon it are numerous beasts and skeleton designs, a reversed cross is crafted of gold and blends seemlessly with the overall design. Sitting on the throne was a large figure, it's size is difficult to judge due its heightened position. However, Mazohyst could tell that it was large. What it was was a large skeleton dressed in kingly attire and regalia. Its eyes glowed a pale green and in its hand was a mysterious dark orb. Due to the position of the skeletal king it appeared to be looking down on the two teenagers, the expression was cruel and condescending. It had a rather disturbingly wide grin, a lit cigarette was held in the hole left by a missing tooth.

The large pile of bones the throne sat upon shifted and moved. Four-eyed skeletal entities rose from the pile, their bodies were mishapen and distorted due to their mismatch bone structure. The bones didn't form together like a natural skeleton, instead they were all mixed up and mismatched. Their eyes glowed a fierce crimson color.

A skeletal beast featuring two pairs of jaws averted its attention towards Mazo and Emerald. Both pairs of jaws opened wide, the creature began to glow a fierce red from within. It howled loudly at the two, as soon as it did so more creatures of similar make-up joined it. Twelve in total charged down the high hill of death towards the pair.

Out of the frying pan and into the oven.
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The darkness was short lived in their little hide away; soon Mazohyst illuminated the space to reveal an upside down dead body which seemed to have the moisture sucked right out of it. Still, they walk past it like it were nothing out of the ordinary for either of them, because in truth the two had most likely seen far worse in their short lives.

"Back there... I'd probably be dead if it weren't for you."

"Given where we are, I'm sure the time will come where I'll need you to save me." In short, he shouldn't think much of it. She would hardly leave him to die in this place and for some reason, she was sure it was the same for him. The walk through the short corridor fell silent but soon enough they broke out into a circular room, decorated by a, for lack of a better explanation, an interesting centerpiece.

The door behind them closed too quickly to react to. She turned back, half expecting a sudden movement; for the circular walls to somehow close in on them from all sides. But no, it had simply closed. Far be it for this trap to destroy what was now waiting for them. The light grows heavy around a strange stone at the center of the pile. It was not enough to be distracted by, though perhaps that was the point. For within movements, disjointed, disfigured skeletal structures former before them, staring back with crimson eyes.

A howl; a cry for an army. And then there were twelve.

Not exactly fair.
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The mishapen skeletal creatures hobbled and limped towards the pair. While limping isn't exactly an effective means of locomotion the creatures were fast, almost unnaturally so. It was likely due to their seemingly demonic nature, although you can never exactly be quite sure with these kinds of abominations. Demons, inter-dimensional creatures, elemental wraiths, the lines between such creatures often blur with one another. Of course, it's not like it really mattered to the raven-haired teenager. If those creatures are a threat to him and his companions then will all inevitably receive the same fate. That fate, obviously, is oblivion or death. Whichever comes first, really.

At any rate, the creatures continue their mad charge. The skeletal mishaps were howling their blood-curdling cry and jumping erratically like hungry fledglings waiting to be fed. Mazohyst had no intention to become their meal; he was damn sure Emerald had a similar opinion on this matter. In a matter of moments they were within striking distance. They leapt in considerably great bounds all over the place; their sharply splintered appendages lashed out with furious intent.

A single violet strand of electricity arched from his hand to his sword. The violet-eyed teenager decided to keep them out of striking distance. Using the lifting capability of his powers, Mazohyst held his sword roughly a meter away from him. His hands fell at his side and a strand of energy arched from his body to his sword. Because he willed it so, his wicked blade was swung in sweeping patterns to fend off and slay the attackers. He cleaved a bone of one of the skeletal constructs. It was a femur as far as Mazo could tell; it was difficult to cut through but ultimately it was cut asunder. However, the creature that Mazo had attacked still moved, it was now reduced to a one-legged hop. Mazohyst kept swinging his sword at the bone constructs through use of his powers, he remained in a rather relaxed and casual stance with his hands at his side. He was conserving energy, it was only coincidental that he looked lethargic while doing so.

Of course, these monsters also leapt and dived towards Emerald. They would move from Mazo to Emerald then back then back again. Their attack pattern (if they had one) was very erratic and berserk. It made hitting them rather difficult. Plus, they would surround the pair and strike from several different angles. To Mazo, enemies like these are very irritating. Although, he kept his usual calm demeanor. It was imperative that he do so as he functioned best in combat when calm.

The raven-haired Mazohyst made sure to keep his Mind's Eye on. It granted a better view of things and a better range of sight. However, the erratic pace of the leaping and feinting skeletal constructs all around them was difficult to keep up with.

The battle rages on. Mazohyst had managed to cut cleanly through the spine of one of the skeletal beings. This caused it to crumble and fall like dominoes; however the upper body of the creature still moved. It would crawl towards the duo using only its misshapen, bony appendages. Mazohyst eventually found himself back-to-back with Emerald in typical back-to-back-badass-fashion.
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Of course, it was relatively obvious that Emerald had never had experience fighting something that should already be dead. It was confusing to say the least. With training in utterly destroying the living, with hearts and other organs as pin point targets, it was like throwing someone into deep water for their first swimming lesson. Nevertheless, it wasn't as if she had time to figure out what the hell she was supposed to do.

With little time to think, the first idea that came to mind was one she was willing to go with. Joints. Sockets. Spines. Smashing them in half was a good option too, had she the strength for it. But she always put more thought into fights because of the things she had at her disposal.

The erratic attack style did little for them in Emerald's case. She used her eyes, and the sound of their movements to track where they would most likely go next. Any slight shift was something she would pick up on. She used the first few moments of this random fight to learn what she needed to before actually doing something to diminish their numbers. Mazohyst may not have noticed the way she got the ice weapon in her hand. She didn't expect him to. At least the cool underground kept it stronger than usual. She struck at points in the spine below the rib cages with the point of her weapon, using enough force to slip a discs out. Not much of a warrior without their core. While it didn't stop them, it did slow them effectively.

Soon she found herself back to back with Mazohyst. An idea came to mind now that he was nearby enough. "Cover me." As cliche as it probably sounded, Emerald could think of no other way to say what she had. Without waiting for an answer, Emerald ducked down, her free hand against the ground and the other held her sword in case any of them got too close. With little time to spare, she worked as quickly as she could to chill the ground so she could freeze any bones touching it. It meant little movement from the crippled skeleton warriors, she assumed. And the others would be stuck for long enough, or even make the bones cool enough to become brittle. If it worked.
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