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  1. These weren't mere run of the mill heroes he had added to the vast tapestry of tortured souls he had grown accustomed to. A curious interference severing some of his tethers and causing animated corpses to lose their leashes. A whistle from their abhorrent master causing the rest of the tethers to be released; the undead becoming far less sedated and clawing their wretched fingers against the solid shields of their defenders. His influence over them broken and only adding to their collecting defense. The unfortunate soul however, used up a great deal of might in mitigating his master's work. The wave of terror this unleashed might brought upon was nearly as potent as his displays at Last Chance. He could feel the disguise wane and crack as eyes of putrescent orange broke through the surface of his face as he tasted upon the monk's terrified chasms of immeasurable sorrow. The cataclysm of mountainous rocks cratering the grounds around them as ally and foe were crushed alike. A shadow visage slashing behind the 'necromancer' and splitting a boulder in twain; each chunk hurtling into the grounds on either side of his stride as he made his way toward courageous prey who dared take his loyalty for desperation. The blur of movement behind him vanishing amidst the continuing hoards. Pillars of magma snaking forth and consuming his unholy horde in terrible ashen agony. The form Kru'Gorah had taken beginning to creak and groan as bone broke through skin; the terror he was breathing in as such destruction laid waste to the monastery. The bandit shaking off this wave of over-stimulation and raised his blackening hands; his disguise was failing because his body's natural response to it's food source. If all he had to do was keep any evidence of his faction out of this then perhaps he could put some of that cunning he had learned from Dredge to work. The blackening hands reducing to bony fingers that produced a terrible visage. The head of a billowing dracolich firing from the flesh sloughed hands of the bandit and careening into the dirt; it's snout plowing a cascade of corpses and dirt into the volatile snakes of magma. Vito' eyes catching the uprooting of ground scouring the earth next to the caster; an attack launching from their side flank as the ground gave way to something that split into one of their shields and reeled back with unnatural strength. An attack from multiple sides as the bandit focused upon the dracolich advance from the front. A squadron of bandits attempting to take advantage of this opening despite the danger of the magma; The dragon freezing the corpses and earth into a frigid mass that wrught massive pyres of steam. Kru'gorah knew that he would have to keep his physicality in check otherwise he would be made out and fail his god king, but they could not credit evidence of his involvement based solely on the work of...his tail could they? The tail a wide spaded masterpiece of destruction with metallic, chitounous material making it's guillotine edge a deadly adversary. The tail continuing to hide underneath the bed of blood soaked earth as it flung forward again and rammed into another proud shield. "It is easy to fight for those already dead; To protect those still alive brings true dread" He cackled with a strained voice of choking restraint, a weak body such as this beginning to crack at the seems against his corruption. The bandit snapping his leg bones back and swinging a heavy kick into the dracolich's skull and smashed it against the wall of ice it was creating; shattering the ice into a razor hail that created a concussive wave around the snakes themselves. "Am I not what you train for? An ultimate terror smashing upon your door? what are YOU WAITING FOR?" @Rabbit
  2. Soul eater is one of my favorite anime of all time; Stein is the source of all my madman archetypes, Absolutely count me in on this I literally have a scrap book somewhere full of weapon and Meister ideas. I've resurrected and am so pumped, I'm torn between either type so pick your favorite and I'll follow suite cause both are too good
  3. The shift from the searing dessert to the skin biting winds attempting to assault both his body and spirit were a testament to the wintered legacy Shawnee' lands had accrued. The distance of the hut only half a mile more, yet the blizzard continued to blanket blinding white snow. Sikko' footfalls growing more labored as he was forced to kick through tumultuous snowfall. A frigid ten minutes passing before he started to see this hovel in greater detail. A worn exterior of wind stripped wood with an oval shape that betrayed it's initial size. The thickly woven goat fur door standing nearly twelve feet tall as the hut itself nearly doubled that. The thatch that made up the roof seeming to buffer much of the wind and so as Sikko approached this bizarre hut; he was able to adjust his vision. A lantern providing a beacon against the quickly approaching dark, swinging on a hook next to the door itself. Sikko nearly being crushed by the door as it swung open mere inches from his frost bitten form. Heat pouring forth from the interior as though it were a furnace. A massive wolven greeting him with a brusque "I could smell you a mile away, You hairless ding dongs are gonna freeze if your not prepared for shawnee." The wolven a race that existed primarily in the high ice caps of Shawnee; Giant humanoid creatures that used their wolf attributes to survive this harsh environment and even thrive. A primarily selfish people who did not rob nor pillage, but nor did they treat outsiders well. The well being of their tribe always paramount. This wolven stood nearly as tall as the door frame with the pointed ears perched at the top of her head being squished as she stood in the threshold. The giant adorned in a sleeveless breast-plate of black wrought iron and greaves of the same make. Her fur peppered black and grey with swirls of white that curled up her arms and perched at her cheeks. Her muzzle contorted in a cheshire smirk as her potent blue eyes scanned him and his companion over. "Well shit, I can't let your ass freeze out there so come on in." She said, turning around and sweeping her tail so that it cleared the snow from her porch, closing the door when he entered. Warmth started to seep into their bones as though it were a cherished spirit returning to it's body. the interior cozy and staggering in it's scale differenct from many inns and stops he had made elswhere on his journey. A single table with chairs with a pot of fresh stew just put out to cool. A fireplace in the back, crackling with hungry flames as the wolven threw another log on to keep the flames bright. A large singular bed tucked into the corner with a chest and a single shelf for belongings, a small stove with a single cabinet making up the kitchen. a freshly carved rabbit hanging off to the side. A ladder leading to a second floor fused to the wall just to the left of the entry way. "Ever since those black hearted fucks tried to destroy this place, ive been stuck out here in the watchtower...making sure nothing shady goes through this pass. The only thing I get out here are stranded horse hitches freezing their asses off!" She grumbled, sighing as she sat in a chair with a wooden groan, waving an idle hand over to the fireplace "Go sit over there and get yourself warmed up dumb-sicle. Names Rivana." She said with a snort, continuing to stir the stew. "So what the hell are you doing all the way out here anyway? Most people steer clear, mostly now 'cuz of the damned legion shitbags."
  4. Smoke had filled the sky and nearly blotted out the sun overhead as bandits raged in broiling massacre; town's folk suffering at the hands of bloodshed with only their incessant screams to be heard. Their heads being held aloft amidst their very loved one's still vying for escape from this fresh hell that had been released upon them. Heroes of all kinds answered when their senses were assailed with the terror and desperation that clung to the air. Kru'Gorah had felt stunted in their time of transformation; A war machine without war is useless after all. it was only when this plan had come to fruition did he feel that surge of purpose ripple through his very existence. This was what he was made for! He was not allowed to show his presence, least of all his tail...but he would not rest of his laurels at such a chance for pure, untainted carnage. Kru'Gorah disguising himself under the guise of these bandit marauders,and keeping an eye on particular heroes whilst combating the common rabble. Dredge being confronted by two forces that seemed to overestimate their intuition; their was a desire to protect his lord without fail...yet he knew Dredge wasn't helpless in the slightest. His focus instead was on the group of naredowells who were managing to manipulate the earth and cut down their forces with a surprising amount of gunfire. The bandits being dropped atop the very bodies they were creating in a vicious cycle of carnage. He loathed guns, they were a vessel for hollow confidence for in the face of true terror...one's own will was the only worthwhile tool. it appeared he would have to demonstrate such. One of the bandits amidst their line of fire beginning to sprint ahead of the enraged charge, landing ahead of the group and seemingly directly in their line of fire. A bandit dressed in the pelts of a cheetah and adorning a smile that showed far too much teeth. Kru'Gorah could feel the terror in the air and it was almost becoming too intoxicating for him to contain this restraining form. This was going to be quite the delicious challenge for him Vito and Bellicose seeing this strange bandit raise his hand to the sky and with a flourishing bow, cast a tumultuous barrier of sickly orange energy that caused their last volley to ricochet back into their very own firing squad. Corpses now being made at their very feet as the bandit rose to his lowly height of five feet and clicked his heels. The barrier dimishing and being replaced by a sprawl of orange threads that squirmed their way into the bodies the deceased victims. Their bodies beginning to creak and shake as they were lifted onto their blood soaked feet. He did no know who could recognize the curse that plagued his speech so instead...he would just have others speak for him. Women and children beginning to animate with shaky foot steps and wide swings from their arms as their heads rose with dead weight to look at the group of heroes with glassy gazes "You will join us if you do not prostrate yourselves" A boy no older than nine chirped from scarred lips "They let us die" Spoke a woman whose head was held aloft by only a few remaining tendons "Will you bury us under our killers?" Spoke A burly man with his stomach splayed across the cold ground A row of these undead puppets now beginning to march ahead of this charge, absorbing bullet fire and continued to bombard them with whispers of regret, sadness, and despair. The bandit marching behind them with a grin that nearly touched either of his pointed ears. His eyes burning the same orange glow that tethered these poor souls to his will. The tethers beginning to connect with their dead comrades as they too started to sputter and shake, rising from their self inflicted wounds and grabbing at their compatriots with hollow moans. One of these puppets lunging his bayonet forth in attempt to spear the tabaxi. @Rabbit
  5. Shawnee had experienced a fair share of tragedies such a short time as the terrible faction known as the Legion Of Doom had befallen it's frozen landscape, heating it's frozen air with warfare and massacre. The forces being repelled when the neighboring clans were forced to work together against the innumerable odds. The truce among them fracturing as all ice eventually did in Shawnee. The Rime-Wind Clan the strongest voice in their pursuit to unite all clans in Shawnee so that this tragedy does not happen again. A race of wolven giants that used the frozen mountain tops as their home; A hearty people if not prideful in their strength and size. Istravi, their mystic and chief attempting to maintain their truce under the banner of their Kalikotus Festival. A festival where they celebrated The Kristal-Kotus who gifted them their lives and the very snow capped homes they thrived in. Each clan having their own beliefs, yet all worshiped The Frigid Goddess and so It was Istravi' belief that they could hold the festival with promise of a truce; each clan giving their strongest warrior to perform in their harshest tradition; The Trial Of Frostbitten Bones. It was a tradition the other clans could not deny and so both The Urumon Tribe and Hask-Hisk with many other smaller tribes agreeing to hold a collective festival for the clans of Shawnee. A Kalikotus Festival to be remembered. The Clans converging in the frost shocked valley between two vast mountain peaks where the glassy surface of the ocean spanned toward the horizon. A gathering of hundreds of tribesman and women of both human an inhuman races were beginning now as the gargantuan Rime-Winds kept vigil on any infighting that would inadvertently break out. Each tribe having their own encampments that mingled with others as relations were still tense after the bloodshed they had experienced from Dredge's forces. Bonfires and torches beginning to dot the festival landscape and light up the twilight night around them as the twelve foot wolven sat in a formation that created two colossal lines. Their drums beginning to resonate across the festival as Istravi, who was strangely much smaller than her kin, brought her voice soaring above the drums so that they all would hear her. "Hear me! Uromon, Hask-Hisk, survivors of The Legion' devastation, and beyond. We are united here by The Kalikotus Festival under our goddess of a thousand winters. It is by her frigid eye that we are all here, enduring through countless conflicts." Her voice calling to them, stirring their pride and worship. Collective cheers resounding against the steady drum beat now underlying her voice "Through the trial of frostbitten bones, we shall all find common ground and unite under traditions entrusted to us by our ancestors, for those of you who are younglings fresh to our customs may I say welcome to what is hopefully a newfound tradition for future generations to come! The Trial of Frostbitten Bones calls the bravest of souls from our clans and families, to fight a primordial force entrusted to The Rime-Winds by The Goddess ourselves. Our champions shall fight, stripped of all weapons and armor, against the element that has nurtured us and pushed our limits all our lives...You shall face an ancient water elemental with only your training and wits to see you to victory, It is a harsh trial I know, one that has cost me two of my sons...but it is the shawnee way. There can be no held punches when our own home strives to see us frozen, killed, and broken every single day...May this be a festival to remember my brothers and sisters! If we endure together than we shall prosper together!" A vitality surging through the clans as they roared cheers at her stirring words. The festival commencing in full swing now as The Wolven acted as the ever present guard toward unknown forces. Two at either peak overlooking the festival grounds as they kept their eyes peeled with several continuing to roam clans and make sure no disturbances occurred. The trial would soon begin and unbenknownst to Istravi...A new champion would emerge. @TheElementHunter
  6. Absolutely! Forgive my lateness, i finally have my schedule on track and if your still interested I am still pretty excited! You never followed up with any details so I was worried if you had given up on the project or decided a different direction. I can drum up the thread if you like!
  7. It was as though he had fabricated his very own plane of existence, several maids milling around him as they replaced his overcoat with an immaculate suit jacket that gleamed with threads of pure gold laced into it's fabric. It was as though he had adorned his mantle and the staff all bowed as he passed before continuing on with their frantic duties. He figured that it would all be too much for Rain and there was a unsettling nagging inside him that told him this could cause an opposite effect of what he was trying to accomplish. Rain was praising all the staff that assisted in his acclimation and brought such positivity that they could barely believe these two were brothers. It was a nice change of pace and with Rain here it would certainly increase morale. Constantine would have pat himself on the back if he were inclined. The elder brother beckoned for Rain to follow him down a gilded hall with lavished curtains suspended across grand windows that were so clean it was hard to tell where the sill was. "I imagine it will take some time to get used to so I want you to take your time with getting familiar with the manor in acceptable increments. There will likely be wings that you will hardly ever enter, but I don't want it to degrade your health any further" He said, making himself clear with a stalwart gaze that could cut through ice. Such eyes impossible to deny. It felt infinite in it's length due to the depictions of golden dragons swirling around the walls, each in different eras, seeming to swirl around them like far more dangerous vultures. Constantine leading them down this hall and entering through a doorway resembling the agape jaws of a dragon; teeth lining each side of the hall with a snout acting as an intimidating awning overneath their heads. The eyes depicted as a brilliant gold. It was here that he then opened two smaller red doors. A vast bedroom being revealed to Rain that was barren, yet nearly half the size of the atrium. It was fully capable of holding everything he owned with enough space to spare as it had two floors of it's very own with a small set of stairs that led down to a den. Constantine giving him the second largest bedroom this manor had. It was coincidentally a floor below his brother's own. "I trust that this will be acceptable?" He asked for posterity, already knowing the answer A ring came from Constantine's pocket, and Rain saw for a moment his face scrawl into an expression of anger. This was a very important moment for him and he had specifically made sure that he wouldn't be interrupted. It had been nearly three months since he had fired someone and that streak was now likely to end. He flipped open his phone and immediately began to seethe through the receiver before a few concise words from the other end caused his expression to lose it's edge momentarily, putting the phone to his chest and looking at Rain "This is important so I will see you at dinner. Seven sharp. Get acquainted with your new home and ring the chord by the door if you need any assistance from the staff." He said before immediately leaving through the doors. Rain catching a few broken phrases as he continued the conversation "Finally...price?...certainly...buy it out...on my way..." Constantine couldn't believe he was standing before his childhood home, He couldn't believe that they hadn't ever tried to move out of this disgusting neighborhood. They hadn't tried to better themselves...not even once. It made him sick. He could feel unsavory eyes upon him just standing at the rusted gates, but the two security guards on either side of him would keep any ill will in check. He couldn't help but click his teeth in absolute derision as he forced his legs to move forward. A swift knock on the door caused the interior of the decrepit home to scurry and frantically move about. It pleased him to hear them squirm. It would make this all the more gratifying as the door slowly opened and for the first time since he left this wretched place. He and his mother met eyes and hers immediately widened. A myriad of emotions scrawling across her lecherous, bloated features before she called for his father who swung the door open the rest of the way. This was all impromptu due to the timing so all he was able to dress himself in was a double breasted suit with emeralds as buttons and platinum etched down the shoulders and hemming of his pants. It didn't matter as he still could feel the sheer difference in their status now and for the second time that day. He smiled. the smile nearly covering his entire face as his eyes ignited like ominous lights in utter darkness. "Greetings, Peasants. It is my absolute pleasure to inform you that I have bought out this property. I now own this skid mark and by extension...you" He said. His teeth all the brighter as he saw the surprise twist into realization and then horror. "Before those festering lips have a chance to sputter more lies; allow me to be clear. I am....a gracious god" He seethed, almost slathering himself in utter ecstasy over finally vindicating himself after all these years. It had originally been about rain...but much like all things...it wound up being about Constantine in the end. "You will be able to live out your miserable lives here without worry as I am now the owner of this filthy phylactery. The only rule in place as it stands is quite simple. You are too cut all connections with Rain. You will no longer take his money or his kindness. you deserve none of it" He barked swinging the door open the rest of the way as he marched into the home. the two backpedaling in complete shock at the sudden situation. The security standing guard at the door "Tell me...did you ever take him to any hospitals or clinics? Any medical foresight at all? Of course you didn't. So then tell me this...does it bother you in the slightest that he is dying? Don't answer that. Understand that the debts you have accrued under this roof pale in comparison to the ones you've gained from...unsavory sources. If you do not heed my stipulations...this shit hole will be your coffin. Do we have an understanding? Good. Now let us never meet again." He said, not bothering with their attempt at a counter argument as he stepped back outside. He laughed and it surprised him. He hadn't felt this good in ages. that was one loose end taken care of. A point of stress Rain will no longer suffer. The next point of stress was the more difficult one Ursula
  8. Hyphens are always fun to throw in If your looking for that tinkling sound Frac-Ture (adds a fun twist) Frac-tal is a bit far reaching but tbh when it comes to contintent names and the like My hang up is always the naming convention and I do think being called a Fractarrens or even get a celloquialism in there and refer to them as a fracture synomem like splits I'm digging the concept 😉
  9. She was a brilliant creature of destruction that managed in most terrains; the ocean giving her no fault as she launched her surprise attack without restraint; attempting to finish her prey off before he ever got a chance to counter. Her form had been flawless in it's effectiveness as her tendrils enraptured his form and wrenched him into her maw. It was unfortunate. She didn't recognize the creature she was attempting to consume...but he knew her quite well. They had both arrived in The Legion nearly at the same time and he prided himself on his skills of observations. The Djinn absorbing information on the members with twisted curiosity. Break and Nocturna a particular interest. There was wisdom in being wary and with such powerful beings converging under one banner...Wary was all he could be. The Dragoness possessing a wide array of capabilities that surpassed even her own kind. A one on one against her was a dangerous concept for one that didn't have a replenishing source of energy, but Kru'Gorah relished the fights that required to put his life on the line. She was nigh impossible detect, but her attack patterns when it came to her prey rarely changed. She tended to strike first and with intense lethality. The Djinn having seconds to react as he had called her out so intently. The maelstrom of frozen water swirling in a devastating whirlpool around him as he was gnashed in her teeth and slammed into a heavy iceberg; attempting to end the fight before it even started. Kru'Gorah immediately sinking his claws into the soft tissue of her nostrils so that he didn't get flung into the depths. His tail rattling into her vicious jaws and beginning to spiral into her throat; shredding any soft tissue it found and descending farther into her form as he acted as a demonic parasite and latched onto her with abhorrent desire. His maw snapped open and unleashed a hundreds of slithering demonic snake spears assaulting her vision and attempting to slither inbetween her scales and peel them back as he attacked her from the inside and out.
  10. His speed in the depths of the ocean was as unnatural as it was on land; His tail capable of creating strong currents behind him that propelled him without fault. The shape in the distance growing larger and larger as it seemed his quarry was now moving toward him. The water rushing passed Kru'Gorah beginning to boil and bubble as he grew excited. It had grown brave in it's fear. Courage and ignorance fascinatingly similar in their lack of foresight. The Lagiacrus causing the waters to quake and ripple as it barreled forth, aiming for something it unfortunately underestimated due to the size difference. Kru'Gorah seeing it's massive form now as it roared with reckless abandon. It seemed this was a desperate attempt at some sort of survival. His tail firing ahead of him and slamming into the oncoming behemoth; piercing one of it's furious eyes. Kru'Gorah reeling himself in at staggering speed as the deposed king of this ocean soared passed him. Pain causing the beast to lose sight of him and started to unleash a frightening display of electricity that thrummed through the water in attempt to remove the jagged pain from it's eye. The tail unrelenting in it's torment as it burrowed deeper into it's eye socket and caused the water to murk with it's blood. Kru'Gorah swimming underneath it as he tensed his fists and immediately relaxed them causing the spines on his tail to lengthen and grow additional blades, jerking his tail with savage strength now as his tail dug into his eye socket and against his gnashing mouth...sawing into his scaly armor as blood started to pollute the water as though an oil spill had occurred. He howled with absolute delight as he tasted the fear this beast had...It's fear was so lively and intoxicating. The water around Kru'Gorah beginning to boil and steam as the terror feast took hold. He could feel the abhorrent energy flood his system and strengthen his desire for further torture. The tail flaring with life and burrowing deeper into his skull as The Djinn slowly began to split it roughly down the middle. It seemed it's source of fear was another entity that had claimed it's...mate....something...large. A...dragon? Fear something the demon could extract information from and it seemed by the very hells themselves he had been graced with quarry far more valuable. It was running from her...Nocturna He didn't feel anger very often as it was an emotion derived from emotional compromise, but traitors to his lord and king of kings was something that managed to boil his blood. The second stage of his terror feast enrapturing his form now as he roared through the water as he called her out. If this pathetic beast was running from her then she had to be close. His upgraded strength wrenching forth his tail and sending it through the rest of the unfortunate creature with savage devastation. Gore and viscera swirling around him in a miasma of blood as his terror feast grew. The loss of Break was devastating to The Legion and it's strength. She was his most trust servant and she dared betray the order Break died for. The demon's tail swirling around him with increasing speed and causing a whirlpool to form overhead, bloodied by the lagiacrus' remains. The ocean's fauna scattering for miles as his terror feast was so drenched in hatred that he had all but lost himself to it. "YOU DARED BETRAY THE LEGION AND IT'S GLORIOUS CREATOR; INFINITE DESPAIR IS ALL THAT SHALL BE AFFORDED NOCTURNA, YOU TRAITOR"
  11. "Ahh yes, Alderose is not the type I would normally pick as my head butler...but he is the most exceptional applicant I found for the position. He comes from a long line of servants who have been at the sides of many grand kings and marquis alike" He had said curtly "Thanks aren't necessary. I don't want your health to deteriorate any further because of your lack of self care" A minor edge to his voice, knowing full well Rain would give the shirt off his back to those undeserving of such kindness. Constantine's mood tightening as he his eyes cast out his window toward the passing lights of the tunnel; undulating a yellowed glow every several moments or so. He had done some recon on a particularly dangerous target that had found his way into Terrenus. Why was A legion member this far? Hadn't they vanished after those events in Shawnee? He was lucky he had adorned this sensory earring; Any one of those psychopaths were dangerous and it seemed his information gathering had attracted one of the worst of them. He would have to be careful; under any other circumstances he would gladly switch to his night shift and collect the fantastic bounty on this 'Djinn' but he wouldn't risk the life of his brother against such a monster. It seemed he wasn't as good at hiding such nerves as he'd like as his brother's own nervous habits kicked in at the prospect of upsetting him in some way. "I'm just anxious; your the only one that has ever stayed at my home unpaid" He said; it wasn't a complete lie at least. The tunnel soon behind them as they drove across the darkened pavement; Rain eventually seeing a growing shape in the distance. Constantine turning off the main thoroughfare; A gate marked with 'CP' opening before them with fencing that seemed to span for miles; taking the elongated driveway up to a massive manor. Constantine smiling proudly as Rain saw for the first time the home of his brother. Constantine parking and stepping out onto the marbled paths. "Shall we then?" It was quite possibly the most beautiful and decedent mansion he had ever seen. White and gold splashing the exterior walls and columns as though they were carved from the ivory gods above. The Road widening to a red brick that lavished the path ahead of him, bushes with intricate levels of design dotting the sides of their path as they moved toward the front of the mansion.. A gentle wind picking up and blowing a few leafy green bits of nature along the wind currents. A row of maids and butlers greeting their master as he and rain marched up the ivory steps toward two massive pure gold doors. Both being opened soundlessly as Constantine showed him to the atrium. It was alive with activity as the staff continued to prepare for Rain's arrival, making sure everything had been cleaned three or four times before their master had arrived.
  12. Kru'Gorah hadn't been so elated in quite some time, admittedly the time spent here in Genesaris had been used for building an alliance with The Kitsune's nation. He felt such pride acting as their emissary but he was at his nature a chaotic creature that yearned for the torment of anything and everything. This fight was a true release of his abhorrent soul; It was how he felt the most useful and most utilized. He was at his core...a weapon of war. The Djinn wanting to so badly reveal the third stage of his terror feast to his lord and master. He would see the true potential of the most dangerous weapon in his arsenal and understand! His flesh splitting with ghoulish fervor as he neared the pinnacle of his capabilities. This foe worthy of such an abysmal revelation. It was at this moment did he hear the voice of the supreme being and halted the transformation and attack upon The Cripple. Kru'Gorah exhuming from the ground and shaking the debris off his form; The wounds of the battle beginning to heal slowly as the terror that had been built up in his system was absorbed. His form skulking to his master's side where he continued to watch Corren with interest. He was dealing with Dredge now and the demon would only interfere if he was ordered to do so. His patchwork cloak rose from the floor and snapped to his body as though it were a second layer of skin; obscuring his form once more. Dredge gracing his servant with a compliment and causing The Djinn's massive tail to wage with reckless abandon as he laughed with what could barely be recognized as glee "Your words are too kind My Lord, I am merely acting as your most trusted shield and sword" He said, bowing graciously as Dredge spoke to Corren. The counter argument made by the intruder causing the demon to hiss, but remaining silent. He dared proclaim their glory had faded underneath Dredge's leadership. They would all be lost, diseased souls adrift a maelstrom if it wasn't for him. This one was brave to insult the very banner he was standing under with such falsehoods. Was it false? The doubt like an ugly splinter digging into his deepest recesses. He wasn't meant for peace or correspondence. The body count he had amassed was a testament to monster he was. He remembered the unsure, uneasy faces of the audience surrounding him at the town meeting. It revealed just how different he was outside a massacre. A new scent catching his nose and distracting him from such alien thoughts. It was something powerful...something...familiar. A grin splitting across his obscured features; It was The Kitsune. A goddess second only to his lord. She held such a sway in these lands she called hers and he found himself quite entertained in her presence. Her aura felt quite visibly now as she stood forth in the flesh with another familiar scent of what he could only assume was her ward. The Djinn letting Dredge and Corren continue their conversation as he immediately put into practice the routines he had started learning for their more...tame encounters. He approached the two of them and gave a deep bow; pulling back his hood as he greeted them. "This one is pleased by your presence your grace; Are you here to discuss those we seek to umbrace?" He asked pulling from his cloak a brick red tea kettle; two cups balancing atop his tail as they were presented before Akako and her plus one. "This is a beverage of my own creation; For guests who deserve such a celebration" He was still understanding the customs of other nations an civility as a whole. The demon pouring an opalescent orange liquid into the obsidian cups. The drink coming out piping hot strangely. "It is my first attempt at hosting without bloodshed, please enjoy a delicacy I call Mauldread" Any investigationg into the drink itself would reveal that it wasn't poisoned or tampered with in the slightest albeit it's ingredients unknown to this particular plane. It's taste sour at first before twisting into a sweet numbing sensation that cascaded down the throat and felt eerily narcotic. The taste aberrational and almost addictive in it's odd taste. @Akako Akari
  13. Alderose had given his name with kindness and grace as was the custom for those who served The Primrose name, giving his master and Rain his farewells and assuring everything will be taken care of without issue. The staff continuing the packing without fail as Constantine left them to their duties. Rain seeing Constantine's custom darling a few times when they arranged sibling get togethers, but has rarely ridden in it himself. It was as luxurious as he could've imagined with a constant cool temperature and soft black and platinum trim leather seats. The windows tinted with a magi-tech display that showed the weather reports, news, gauges, and assorted other widgets. Rain noticing the smallest of smirks upon his face as he was asked a question. It seemed Rain was rather pleased with this arrangement and it didn't interrupt Constantine's plans in the slightest so it was already turning out cherries. "I have my schedule today pushed back into the evening so thus far rather well. I hope my staff have been helpful and kept your involvement minimal? Moving can be stressful and neither of us need anymore" He said, running a finger along his cheek in thought "You'll find no trouble incorporating your work and daily routines in the manor" He informed Rain, figuring that could be a point of issue. It had all been so hot, the fear, the terror, the blood, and The Legion itself. His new life with burgeoning purpose had been sweltering with enlightening heat. He had bathed in the blood of the innocent not only to help The Legion' cause, but to baptize himself into this new family for good. He truly believed that Dredge was to be the prophet of this era. Hell had become A dull place where killing brought only business or pleasure. They didn't fear death when it was only a minor nuisance that would be remedied in only a few agonizing months of recovery. It was all too hot there...Too hot to care for anything or anyone, too hot to fear...to had to feel...true terror.He had believed that the world of the humans was much of the same; these creatures possessed a terror the likes of which he had never tasted, but their world was corrupt all on it's own. They cheated eachother, killed eachother, robbed eachother...they were as self destructive to themselves as they were to the rest of the world. He didn't find enjoyment in being an observer to the demons that already twisted their lives into debt riddled hells sputtering about households and businesses like misery diseased cockroaches. He needn't do a thing really and it seemed as though hell had finally runeth over. He, however, had found an interest in the sins that they coursed themselves with. He could indulge them. The Djinn possessing the incredulous ability to grant wishes. He could give a man millions of gold pieces, but unfortunately he would either suffocate or be crushed by the sheer weight of such an amount. It was hard to question such lofy deals when you were but a commoner seeking to survive. Desperation drew them into his trap easier than he had expected. Kru'Gorah hadn't fed on such regret and horror, and it was a miasma of joy and purpose. They were here to be fed on. Their corruption was a tool for those who could manipulate it! How could he have been so blind? They were a gift from the chaos eternal. A true a mighty god that knows only the endless infinite. He roamed the lands to continue on his now reverently holy mission. He would spread the sickness of despair and terror so that chaos may grow and bloom. It was impossible for him to believe that another predator to these masses would ever surface as he did...but he had found Dredge. A prophet holier than he...one he would instead embolden all he can. He live vicariously through his newfound god. It was the first time his world had ever gone Cold. That was what it was now...all around them, suffocating the lands and it's creatures. Kru'Gorah had been planning in their hibernation, preparing new toys and breaking new ground for The Legion' reputation. He was eager to put them into action. He was eager to avenge the death of his favorite pet...to find the one who had encompassed terror and survived, watching from his stoop high above as a curious vehicle drove underneath his perch. One possessed a sickness of the heart that didn't merit much value in terror...but the other...reeked an arrogance that couldn't be denied. Rain seeing Constantine's head shift toward his side's window as his knuckles turned white against the wheel for only a moment. Something catching his attention as they moved through a low lit tunnel. A strange thing to see for a man who always seemed uninterested in his surroundings.
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