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Post by Lysandor on Mar 1, 2008 9:59:15 GMT -6
The words hit a sore spot in the Fallen, but Lysandor reigns in his temper and stands his ground.
"If I were the coward you claim I am, unable to stand for truth and thinking only of myself, then why am I stripped to bare skin to defend my Queen?" he asks quietly. "Are these the actions of a coward, to stand alone against the Host?" Lysandor glares at 'Priest', moving ever-so-slightly closer. "You speak of posturing and vanity, but I was not the one who sent ten human men on a hopeless, suicide mission, nor was I the one who chose this fight. You are so arrogant in your certainty that you are so much better than a Queen that you fail to see the danger you have placed us all in by intentionally breaking her tenuous hold on control. Are you sure that your arrogance will not damn you and all you have come with?"
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Post by Regent on Mar 3, 2008 17:32:55 GMT -6
Regent is startled when Ereskigal is removed from his presence. He calls out to her but she is gone. He backs out of the Void for a moment to see what has transpired. He sees Lysandor speaking to Priest and he sees the elite stalling for time. He reenters the Void seeking out Ereskigal. He enters her mind again but still she is still gone... at least the darkness has not taken over as the absence of consciousness is disturbing but the darkness has not won to take over her mind.
Regent backs out again, Here she must battle for herself, he must be prepared to strike should she become lost in the darkness forever.
He brandished the dark flame sword as it withdraws from within him. he looks to the standing form if Ereskigal in the swirling blackness. the looks into her eyes that are blank as of yet. "Please forgive me... child." he whispers to her and places the tip of his blade hovering still and true over her heart. He readies himself before her to drive the twisted blade deeply into her breast should the darkness awaken within and overtake the young queen.
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Post by Narrator on Mar 6, 2008 10:50:30 GMT -6
The darkness becomes agitated at Ereskigal's resistance to chase her thoughts to oblivion. Desperate it attacks Ere in the dust. It slams her down and tries to smother the young queen in the soil. "Let go... I have won. You are beaten. All your thoughts are lost and now you are nothing without them!" The darkness screams as it tries in desperation to make her forget to hold on. The darkness begins to fade from her mind as the darkness struggles in vain. and soon her strength is not enough to hold the queen down anymore.
Priest shakes his head no to Lysandor. "Enough. I will discuss this no more with you sinner. Remove him Hamenthal, I grow tired of his futility." within a flash the giant angel steps from around Priest and grabs Lysandor's blades in his one giant bare hand. The metal glows white, the steel turns to butter and melts quickly away. The other hand moves even faster and in a def move, he snatches the elite off the ground by his throat. Hamenthal's face still a blank stare as he looks on to Lysandor struggling to breathe from the giants grasp.
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Post by Ereshkigal on Mar 6, 2008 12:49:24 GMT -6
Ereshkigal looks at the darkness her face peaceful and still.
"I am exactly what I need to be. There is nothing left in me but the will to control you. And that is all that matters." She pushes her darker half off of her and stands up still looking down at the single thought she clings to. The young queen smiles glancing at the darkness.
"We'll have this fight again. But for now, it's time to go back." And she opens her eyes.
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Post by Lysandor on Mar 6, 2008 12:54:12 GMT -6
Lysandor is too shocked by the melting of his blades that he's unable to dodge the bigger Angel as he grabs his throat and pulls him off the ground. He gags involuntarily when his air supply is suddenly cut off and has a short second of panic. Lysandor keeps his head, though, and begins to dig the clawed fingers of his bracer/claws into the sensitve pressure point in the Angel's inner wrist, trying to tear and sever tendons, nerves, veins, anything, to force the Angel to relinquish his hold before the Fallen passes out.
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Post by Regent on Mar 6, 2008 17:34:56 GMT -6
In the blackness Regent watches as Ereskigal struggles within. When her eyes open he remains steady as his electric eyes peer into hers. He dives into her mind for the last time and he is very happy to see that the child queen still remains. He withdraws again but his blade remains poised to strike.
"Ereskigal De Lucifer... Empress of the darkness... The tide of battle has crashed against you... and it appears you have merged victorious... Tell me... my young queen... what has become of the darkness?" He demands softly should what he had seen been for trickery and the void madness resides in her stead.
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Post by Ereshkigal on Mar 6, 2008 17:54:31 GMT -6
Ereshkigal looks at him, mildly quizzical, for a moment. She doesn't see the semblance of the man standing before her but something else which registers in her mind before his words do.
"A terrible beast....so you woke up. That's nice to know." Her tone is somewhere between amused and relieved. Then she blinks and meets his eyes, spring green to electric and smiles, albeit tiredly. But she looks much more like her old self now.
"We are one and in accord- me, my dark self, and I. And you must be the Regent, which I suppose makes sense. Shouldn't we be killing heavenly things?" She asks tilting her head to one side.
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Post by Regent on Mar 7, 2008 12:31:44 GMT -6
He smirks for a moment as he realizes she is the queen. He lowers his blade to his side and reaches his hand out to take hers. "I am the Regent, the beast of the apocalypse, it is grand to make your acquaintance my queen." He says with a deep bow to her and kisses her hand softly. He lifts his head and his eyes turn to the side.
He releases her hand and he smiles full at her again. "Your loyal servant is in need of assistance. With time and proper education, you shall grow into your powers of the darkness. With the void as your ally, there will be very little that will escape your ability to create, alter or do. In time, you will even be able to leap through space and time like it never existed..."
With out warning Regent disappears from before Ereskigal with a mighty thunder clap and a blast of lightning. The giant angel holding Lysandor by his neck suddenly lurches and lets Lysandor go from his grip. His look changes to one of great distress. He drops to his knees and his hands reach for his belly that now protrudes like he is to give birth.
A black flame blade shoots forth from his chest and quickly dissects his massive body from throat to navel. Blood streams from the wound like a high velocity spray and he crumbles over onto his back as he falls over backwards. The black fiery form within him remains where the angel once stood as the husk of the giant ignites from the dark flames. The body is consumed to embers of blackened ash as it burns away from the black fires of Regent's form.
Regent then turns toward his queen and bows very theatrically. "... and nothing in creation will be able to resist your powers of the darkness."
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Post by Ereshkigal on Mar 10, 2008 18:16:46 GMT -6
Ereshkigal claps softly her eyes glittering evilly and her lips quirking in a smile.
"Very impressive, and clearly effective."
She glances at Lysandor to make sure he is in no immediate danger and then the writhing darkness begins to drag four struggling figures to her feet. Her eyes go from Regent to Priest behind him and she arches a brow at him before looking back at Regent.
"And do you have a use for these?" She asks as casually as another might ask about some old worthless trinkets.
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Post by Lysandor on Mar 10, 2008 20:25:41 GMT -6
Lysandor falls to the ground in a heap, coughing and gagging from suddenly being able to breathe once more. The ice burns against his bare skin, and when he starts to slowly push himself to his knees, he leaves behing thin layers of skin. He looks up to see Ereshkigal standing with another man whom he has heard enough about to venture to guess that he is the Regent. Lysandor slowly rises to his feet, turning to keep his gaze on Priest, frowning at the faint recognition that thrills down his spine.
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Post by Narrator on Mar 11, 2008 10:50:43 GMT -6
Priest looks very shocked for the first time in this whole ordeal. he steps back from Regent and he looks to Ereskigal. "Defilers... The beast... No... this cannot be... The anti... Chr... No! This situation has become more complicated... the apocalypse? No no no... it is too soon... you should... slumber." He stammers as he tries to make since of the situation. "I must warn Raphiel... This is not over yet Ereskigal. luck is on your side tonight but luck can't save you... forever..." His last word escapes his lips as a whisper. He realizes he is out matched. The angels in the queen's grasp are finished. He can only retreat and warn his master of what he has witnessed. He turns his back and launches into the sky like a shot to return to heaven.
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Post by Regent on Mar 11, 2008 12:13:49 GMT -6
Regnet's eyes narrow to the priest as he stammers. When all is said and done Regent looks to Ereskigal. "You must give the darkness it's due... It has become one with you and now you must feed it to sustain its power and subdue... its... your... desire for carnage. Do you not hunger? Feed upon their golden flesh. Devour their essence whole... or piece by piece... however you desire."
He looks to Lysandor and he nods. "Well done Elite, thank you for buying the precious time we required. You look frosty allow me to assist you Champion." Regent extends his fiery hand to Lysandor and his black fingers touch, then painlessly pierce his skin. Instead of scorching heat, subtle pulses of warmth wave over Lysandor like tropical ripples in the air. Each wave bringing warming pulses through him to help warm him up some. "I am Regent, and you have provided a grand service to the empire tonight... Yet I know not your name, tell me my fine elite, grace me with your name so that I may praise your deeds properly."
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Post by Ereshkigal on Mar 11, 2008 12:50:26 GMT -6
Ereshkigal smirks as the last angel flees. She rolls her shoulders and murmurs. "I am hungry..."
The blackness draws inward enveloping the angels- some very nasty popping and ripping noises emerge and one long howling scream cuts off suddenly in a liquid gurgle. Then there's only Ereshkigal standing in the street, in plain black clothes, looking around for Ciel.
As soon as Ereshkigal sees Ciel laying in the street she's moving, slipping and sliding over the ice to her side. She falls twice and hardly seems to notice, dropping to her knees hard in front of the devilcat leccubi. She reaches out and pulls Ciel into her lap.
"No, no.. Ciel! Wake up! Please..." She's whispering, her face pressed to her lover's hair, so no one can see that she's crying.
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Post by Lysandor on Mar 11, 2008 14:55:44 GMT -6
Lysandor watches as Priest flies away, frowning to himself. He turns to Regent as he's addressed, and his amazement is impossible to hide as Regent warms him. The chill retreats from his limbs and body. Lysandor looks him over, in part Elite suspicioun, but part wonderment.
"I am Lysandor of the Elite," he says, his voice still hoarse from being choked. "There is no need to praise my actions, I did what was necessary to protect our Royal Wickedness and Lady Ciel." His gaze goes to the street, stopping at Ciel's fallen form with Ereshkigal holding her close. Part of him wants to run to Ciel's side as Ereshkigal did, but he remains where he is. Lysandor turns back to Regent with some relucntance, but he continues. "Had you not arrived when you did, the battle would have taken a turn for the worse. Their leader was too well prepared for my liking."
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Post by Ciel on Mar 11, 2008 23:26:40 GMT -6
Ciel is laying in Erishkegal's lap. She barely hears her love calling her name and she's moving the slightest bit. Her eyes flutter open, but her breathing is very slow and she's shivering like mad.
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Post by Regent on Mar 12, 2008 13:02:53 GMT -6
Regent removes his hand from Lysandor though the heat continues to pulse through him and slowly dissipates. "Spoken as a true Elite Master Lysandor, though that does not negate the fact that your selfless acts are indeed exemplary. A trait I have come to admire from the champions of hell's legion. I simply do as you, a desire to protect and serve. You are correct in this angel's thoroughness, and he shall return promptly with thousands more of his kind to finish his task with much more... dedication... to succeed. " He pats Lysandor on the shoulder with a hearty congratulation. "Our task of protection is far from over tonight Master Lysandor. Let us see to the safety of our Queen and Lady Ciel to make a tactical retreat while we are still at advantage to do so."
Regent glides over to Ciel and Ereskigal. "Our little one suffers from a mild concussion and requires rest. I do not wish to hasten you my queen but we must be on the move. Our host will return promptly with his master. Soon this place will be swarming with the enemy. This time they shall take every precaution and most likely seek to overwhelm us with vast numbers, on top of bringing their very best to swiftly dispatch us. Our victory will be for naught if we do not take advantage of our current fortune and retreat to shelter immediately"
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Post by Ereshkigal on Mar 13, 2008 10:52:54 GMT -6
When Ciel's eyes open up Ereshkigal visibly relaxes, pulling Ciel closer to do her best to warm her up. When Regent speaks to her she jumps a little- startled out of her tight focus on Ciel. She turns at looks at him, there are dark smudges under her eyes making her look more like a raccoon than a fox, and she nods.
"Yes, I have a place that I've been using to study and sleep. It's far enough away that they won't be able to sense us from here. But I don't know if we can get there before they come back." She manages a faint smile at him.
"We can't exactly take a cab you know. And I'm not going to be able to open a portal right now... Do you have any more tricks up your sleeve, big brother?"
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Post by Regent on Mar 13, 2008 11:56:49 GMT -6
Regent nods to Ereskigal. "Indeed I do... However they may not like it so much as it can be very -disturbing- to those who are not of the void." He stands tall as he motions for Lysandor to approach them.
"How far exactly is this hideaway you speak of, and in which direction? The more accurate your coordinates to its location... the better."
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Post by Lysandor on Mar 13, 2008 12:39:27 GMT -6
Lysandor nods, acknowledging the truth in Regent's words.
"Thousands of heavily armed, highly skilled warriors, all specifically trained to dispatch of our unholy Hordes," he says without enthusiasm as he looks to Ereshkigal and Ciel again. He's relieved at Regent's diagnosis of Ciel, and though she's beginning to waken, concern for her still eats at him. He hangs back as Regent goes to Ereshkigal, keeping his attention keep for any signs that warriors of the Host have returned. When Regent motions for him, he approaches, retrieving his last dagger and sheathing it as he does so.
"The faster we leave this area, the better," he says. "In this case, we should focus on the destination rather than the journey."
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Post by Ereshkigal on Mar 13, 2008 19:05:31 GMT -6
Ereshkigal sighs and lets her last memory of flying back to the place she's living float to the top of her mind where Regent can easily see it.
Here
There's the feeling of wind first, the drag and lift of it against skin and feather then cold and she relives the flight. The memory resolves into a birds eye view sweeping over and across the city to a tall building with great big glass windows like empty staring eyes. Then the view sweeps up the sky and ends in a dizzying swoop onto the gravel strewn roof.
"Will that work well enough?"
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