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Post by Thane on Sept 16, 2007 13:59:25 GMT -6
Thane has to pull away from Regent as he incinerates due to the dark matter energy whipping at him. "I can't get close... The discharge is too great..." Thane barks in frustration as all he can do is watch in fear as Regent burns. Malice begins to squirm as Thane yanks it free from the pillar in his frustration. The black chain whips about.
With a quick flick Malice dives down and enters the blaze. it grasps the blade but before it can yank it free the magical chain begins to melt as the blade starts to draw power from it and Thane as well. The blinding pain experienced by the chain is mirrored in Thane's face till the hound can't stand it any longer and he yanks it free of the torrent of dark energy.
"AAARRRRRGHGHGHHHH!" Thane bellows from the combination of the pain and his torment of being able to do nothing. He slumps to his knees and holds the distorted end of his precious chain in his smoking paws.
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Regent
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The Regent of Darkness
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Post by Regent on Sept 16, 2007 14:16:20 GMT -6
Regent begins to crumble from the intense heat and draining power of the blade. Before long he is completely charred and all that remains of him are embers and burning bits of charcoal. As the blaze subsides the floor has been glazed from the incredible heat melting the surface and glassing it in place like a large distorted mirror.
The charred remains of regent crumble away and the transfigured blade tilts under it's own weight. Then, when the burning flesh can no longer support it, the blade breaks away from the smoldering embers of Regent and crashes to the floor with a deafening crash. The heavy blade shatters the glazed tiles and all is deathly silent.
The blade looks much different now. The pommel, handle and cross-guard look more originated from hell and all are now jet black. The wickedly curved blade shimmers in a dance of dark matter energy that is both beautiful and frightening. No movement emanates from the weapon now and all is eerily silent with the sickly sweet smell of barbecue lingering in the air.
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Post by Ciel on Sept 17, 2007 12:11:57 GMT -6
Ciel shrieks and shadows out to Thane when he fell to his knees. "Oh Master Elite, I am sorry..."
Looking to the angelic blade as it clattered to the floor, Ciel tried to scream, but found she couldn't. Nothing would come out. She hid her face in Thane's huge shoulder and hid her eyes.
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Post by Thane on Sept 18, 2007 13:19:29 GMT -6
Thane is in shock at how quickly things have turned for the worst. His red eyes blink blindly at the chain in his grasp and Ciel now seeking refuge in the black fur of his shoulder merely adds to his confusion to the surreality of what he is feeling.
Malice writhes restlessly like a wounded serpent in his paws, she is still reeling in agony and all Thane can do is watch in horror. His mind is as blank as his stare when he fixes his gaze upon the ash that once was Regent and then the twisted blade lying still in the broken glass shards that once was the ballroom floor.
"noooo..." He whispers in silent rage.
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Post by Ciel on Sept 19, 2007 14:27:15 GMT -6
Ciel still can't bring herself to look and continues pressing her face into his giant shoulder. She tried to close her nose to the ripe sick smell and couldn't. She tried again to scream and found that she couldn't. She did not know what to do at this moment.
She squeaked out, "Is...is he gone Master Elite?"
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Post by Thane on Sept 19, 2007 16:28:00 GMT -6
Thane leans into Ciel as she asks the inevitable question. "I... I... It would appear so..." Is all the hound can spit out. The chain slows it's writhing as the metal begins to harden again. Though distorted to nonrecognition the damaged links of the chain still function.
Thane still reels from the pain and his energy levels are low as he sways about trying to keep his balance. Malice limps back around Thane and the hound looks blinking at the blade. His eyes stray toward the ash pile that once was Regent. He can't help but think that must be the shortest reign ever for a ruler of Hell.
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Post by Ciel on Sept 20, 2007 16:22:08 GMT -6
Ciel supports Thane as best she can and in her shock begins to pet his furry shoulder. She tries to busy herself watching Malice slither hither and thither, and her eyes stray to the blade.
She begins to pull Thane back from it and begins to whimper. "Please Master Elite...let us leave it here..."
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Post by Thane on Sept 21, 2007 9:31:16 GMT -6
As Thane tries to regain his composure he is perplexed. Ciel leans against him in an attempt to keep him from investigating what happened to Regent. "No Ciel..." Thane says as he gently grasps her shoulders to ease her off him. "I must know for sure." Thane rumbles. He tries to stand as the splitting pain spurs him on. He snaps to his feet only to stagger into Ciel and nearly dragging them both to the floor again. He leans over and rests his huge paws on his knees.
"I must know..." He repeats as he shuffles over to the large burnt out shell that once was Regent. The hot glass beneath his feet crumbles from his weight as he approaches the incinerated corpse. As the hound reaches out to touch the husk the searching cracks from the glass spread to the body and the husk fully crumbles before Thane's very eyes. The charred flesh erupts into billows of ash as it falls to disintegrate into nothingness.
Thane's ears flatten as the ash enters his nose and makes him sneeze uncontrollably. When he is able to catch his breath he snorts, "Friggin' figures as much." The look on his face is grim and solemn.
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Post by Ciel on Sept 23, 2007 13:51:52 GMT -6
As he grasped her shoulders, she turned her head from the smoking remains as well as the smoking weapon. She can't look and if she does, she'd scream and she knew it. Ciel's mind was racing again as Thane got up and nearly dragged them down. She sighed and said, " You are hurt..." but it did not reach his ears as he continued on.
As the body fell into ash, Ciel quickly turned away and covered her mouth and nose. Tears trickle from her pretty eyes as she turns away completely. Her arms snake around herself as she begins to walk away from the whole scene a bit.
"I cannot stay here Master Thane. I cannot...it is too much for me at the moment..."
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Post by Thane on Sept 23, 2007 14:23:33 GMT -6
Thane snorts more ash from his nose and wipes it off as best as he can. He sighs softly as Ciel looks like she will vomit and begins to slowly make for the Ballroom exit.
Thane stands slowly to protest Ciel's wanting to leave. He reconsiders for a moment and instead he turns back to the blade laying still in the shards. "If you must... Ciel... Rest on the stair, I'm taking this meddlesome piece of scrap iron and disposing of it once and for all. After his words escape his lips he reaches for the blade.
Thane grabs the hilt and he slings the blade up to grasp it firmer in his giant paws. "Lets see if it likes the lake of fire... or the Styx would make a fine watery grave for this cursed piece of... Thane's voice trails off as the blade begins to ripple in his hands. The vibrations begin softly but grow more violently very quickly. Thane eventually drops the blade and it sticks into the floor point down. Thane turns to Ciel and shouts. "Ciel.. RUN!"
Thane has forgotten his aches for now and in a heartbeat he has dashed to the stairs grasping Ciel on the way to make a desperate leap out should the ceiling begin to fall down around them.
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Post by Ciel on Sept 23, 2007 14:37:11 GMT -6
Ciel squeals as Thane grabs her. She quickly finds her feet and follows him.
"What is happening, Master Elite?" She makes for the top of the stairs and scrambled alongside of Thane as she dares not look back at the blade.
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Post by Thane on Sept 26, 2007 9:37:56 GMT -6
Thane bounds up the stairs like a gazelle. The whole floor is now quivering with the vibrations from the black blade. He stops at the top of the stair to look back once more. One can never be too sure.
His red eyes view the blade from the distance and as he watches, the blade is hovering in mid-air now. Slowly spinning in place, its dark magics surging forth like a deep space beacon. The shimmering metal of the blade dancing like a stream of light as it revolves round. With a giant shock-wave the blade pulses violently, sending Thane to his butt, while shoving he and Ciel against the stone wall of the upper balcony. The force is pinning them down for a moment.
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Post by Ciel on Sept 30, 2007 1:54:42 GMT -6
Ciel, being squashed between Thane and a wall, closed her eyes again, mewling. The force was making the pressure worse, but Ciel was beginning to get nervous.
"What is it that you see, Elite?"
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Post by Thane on Sept 30, 2007 12:34:14 GMT -6
Thane tries to relieve the pressure on Ciel by bracing himself like a barrier between himself and the force being released from the blade. Each wave becomes harder to resist and the stress against the tower is becoming more severe. At first small bits of stone begin to fall but soon large fissures begin to split the stone and Thane struggles against it not to smash poor Ciel into the stone wall behind them.
Thane answers as quickly as he can between his labored breathing. "The tower is going to collapse, the blade's pulsing is going to bring it down upon us." Thane groans.
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Post by Ciel on Oct 1, 2007 0:26:12 GMT -6
Ciel sighs and shakes her head. "Then shall we leave? I can shadow out, I would just prefer that you come out with me and I have not tried to shadow anyone out with me yet..." She groaned too as the pressure built itself over them more.
"We really should go and again, I will not leave you. Would you like to try my mode of transport?"
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Regent
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Post by Regent on Oct 1, 2007 10:46:16 GMT -6
As the pressure builds from the pulsating blade, the room begins to crumble at an accelerated rate. As debris falls from the ceiling far above fine dust and small fragments of stone rain down upon the ground. The black blade suddenly stops its spinning and the room begins to slow in time. The steady rain of dust practically stops in mid fall and the fine particles glitter from the dim light.
Suddenly a loud voice fills the air and startles you all. [glow=red,2,300]"I see you, Slayer amongst the stones, your place of solitude shall shield you no longer!"[/glow]
At this the Black blade slams into the ball room floor again. This time a large stone pivots from the ground and rises up to rest at a 60 degree angle to the floor. The stone appears to be alive as if a living statue writhes trapped in the stone, half exposed and half embedded it struggles to escape.
The blade begins to bleed a black fluid of liquid metal. The fine fluid slowly rains upward defying gravity. Each drop appears as black chrome as it slowly condenses into a giant shimmering column before the large stone slab jutting from the dusty floor.
[glow=red,2,300]"Clever as you have been to avoid detection, the time for the judgment of your misdeeds is at hand!"[/glow]
As the voice resonates through the frozen dusty rain the column congeals into a glossy black colossal form. Its face is void except for two electrical orbs floating in the absence where a face should be beneath the large hood of black liquid metal. The body forms black chrome armor as terrible as the figure with fire glowing beneath the seams giving it an omnipotent aura of red flame refracting eerily off the glossy black of the armor.
[glow=red,2,300]"Rahiel... Arch Angel of Punishment, you have forsaken your birthright and have sought vengeance upon those whom you were sent to punish by holy righteousness. Forsaking your place amongst the Divine, forgetting he whom you serve, plunging into contemptuous self servitude on an errand of hate. These are unforgivable sins and since you have chosen freely to follow madness, I have no choice but to pass sentence over you, and with that power... I now condemn you to eternal servitude in HELL!"[/glow]
Having said thus the giants hand serges forth and plunges into Rashiel's chest. The former Arch Angel screams in agony before his condemner. Slowly he is plucked from the stone encasement by his heart. His form once graceful and fair becomes gray and silvery. His red hair so brilliant and beautiful becomes pure white, his eyes fill with the sin of his trespasses and become soul less black orbs filled with torment and hate. The broken bone in the nubs on his back, crack and splinter as new wings grow in their stead. Scaly feathers of black glass as obsidian replace the feathers of white and his wings skin becomes leathery black and thick. After his transformation Rashiel is lowered to the floor on his knees before this new form of Regent. With a whipping tug, Rashiel's black heart is plucked from his chest and it remains, still beating in Regent's claws.
[glow=red,2,300]"I have weighed claim of your heart and as long as I possess it you shall serve your punishment as my personal praetorian, to replace the one called Zarek whom you have thrown your life away in pursuit of and callously have slain." [/glow]
Regent retracts the blade from the floor in his free hand and brandishes it over Rashiel.
[glow=red,2,300]"Hence forth I strike you with the unholy blade and you shall be branded anew.[/glow]
Regent strikes Rashiel on the shoulder and the blade leaves a terrible gash. The dark one heals as his new silver flesh clasps the wound closed and scars over quickly and easily.
He stands slowly before Regent, agasp, head bent low as his white hair streams about in the still rain of dust, His voice dark and reverent "As you wish of me Mi lord, so shall it be."
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Post by Thane on Oct 5, 2007 12:07:09 GMT -6
Thane stands as the pressure eases off. As the epic event unfolds he stands in awe. With the transformation of the Arch Angel to fallen. Makes Thane edgy as his place in line for general just got the worst kind of competition, Arch Demon.
Thane calls down to Regent in affirmation to the Dark lord. "M'Lord is it really you... We thought you had been lost... stolen away by the blade and it's unquenchable thirst." The grizzly hound's voice booms through the hall and Rashiel winces a bit to the recollection of Thane's voice.
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Post by Ciel on Oct 6, 2007 17:17:14 GMT -6
Ciel looks up at the scene that had unfolded before her eyes and sighed. The transformation from angel to fallen had made Rashiel into something that she could easily feel better about. She eased back up from the wall and looked down to the Regent who had officiated the whole thing.
She curtsied to him from the top of the stairs and said, "Chancellor, I am overjoyed to see you. My fears are now abated. Is there anything that you would like us to do with it?" Her eyes glittered down to Rashiel's shaking form and she smiled wickedly.
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Regent
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Post by Regent on Oct 12, 2007 9:29:53 GMT -6
Regent stands looking down at Rashiel when Thane calls out to him. His monstrous form remains for a moment and then, with a swirl of black smoke and stone, he reforms himself to his former size. Though something is very different about him now, something as plain as day but not so easily recognized. The armor remains about his form but his face has returned beneath the cloak and helm.
"Yes Thane, fear not for it is I. It was not my intention to startle you both, an opportunity presented itself, and the results are... most gratifying."
He lifts the black blade almost lovingly as he gazes at it. His eyes look away at Ciel with a faint amount of displeasure at her words. Rashiel's heart bursts into flame and it burns brightly for a moment and is gone.
"This fallen is one of us now, please show him proper respects, he has earned his place here among us."
Regent looks to Rashiel and reaches out to touch his silvery skin. "Though we must come up with a suitable name for him... for Rashiel the Arch Angel you are no more."
Rashiel looks like Regent has rubbed salt into an open wound as he winces to the dark lords verbal jabs.
"Ciel my lovely. You will accompany Master Thane as escort to our new brother, be sure that he reports promptly to the barracks. There shall he be acclimated to the ways of the elite. We will make sure he feels welcome here."
Regent smiles a wicked smile as rows and rows of sharp teeth flash briefly like the deadly grin of a great white.
"I shall deal with you later my little bird."
Regent removes his hand from Rashiel's face. A visible mark was left behind in Rashiel's silvery skin, a dark shadow of Regent's hand remains down the right side of his cheek and around his jaw where Regent had touched him.
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Post by Thane on Oct 14, 2007 10:57:51 GMT -6
Thane stands proud and tall. "What about the portal?" Thane asks defiantly. "This creature has stolen away our Queen, now we are to accept him into our confidence unquestioningly?" Thane looks defiantly at Regent not believing his dogie ears.
Thane snarls at Rashiel, " I'll break him in alright... starting with his friggin' neck!" Thane's eyes burst into flame as he smacks his huge fist into his other clawed paw.
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