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  1. It was expected not to see Jack O'Neal during the performance of Kimiko Sakura after calling her music boring. As well as the fact that he didn't find her to be that much if a great entertainer. It could be interpreted that he didn't mean any of those words - maybe he was too offended by the sudden discovery that Kimiko had his magical ring of power. Whatever it was, Kimiko would never find out since Jack most likely would never talk about this again. He rested well during the night and when he woke up - he found himself staring to the window. He couldn't forget last night's failed rodeo. At first it was meant to be just a purpose of finding something to entertain him for the night. He imagined waking up in the morning inside Kimiko's bedroom with her laying naked by his side. But as soon as he saw that ring - that ring held so much meaning to him. It was incredibly significant. What frustrated him the most - down to his very bones that ached by the mere thought - was the lack of knowledge as to how and why Mall's Ring got into her possession. Who was this patron? How did they find it? Why couldn't he remember... this was frustrating. It didn't take long for Jack to simply get out of bed. Hours passed by quickly - Jack didn't walk out of his apartment. He only ordered the necessary food for the day and pay up the prices. He wondered why he was considering this. Why couldn't he simply walk into that inn, with little to no care in the world, and take Mall's Ring by force? Then the thing that he also hated the most came into his head. His voice of reasoning battled against his voice of hatred. Thoughts spawned in his head and they said that he was better than that. He wasn't some kind of evil doer. However, he was no hero either. Not by appearance as he wore no cape and not by soul. He sighed as he sat and laid back against the couch. Maybe he was against telling her his past because he must have hated what he once was. Even then, he was no better than he was in the past. A lot of blood was shed by his two hands alone. He couldn't say that he lost count of every single soul he slain. He knew the exact difference between guilty people and innocent one. Unfortunately, both the like have been slain by him. Whatever after life awaited him - he would accept judgment at hand accordingly. Now he just realized that he had some sort of emotions inside of him. He shouldn't lose hope of himself but he didn't know. This facade that he always has on his face is simply tiring him out. Living for so long is just a curse. Three thousand years and he hasn't even lived most of his seeming immortality. Whatever was pushing him to do this was clearly working. O'Neal sat up and made his way towards the bedroom. He was wearing a pair of boxers or something equivalent to short pants. But his top was naked, his chest was bare as well as his back. He rocked a very muscular built that showed little to no body fat. While he had quite the pleasing body to stare at. It wasn't unscaved by any means. Deep scars from previous battles and wars evidently showed through. One might say that his body was an work of art. Resembling beauty and perfection at its peak but with much pain and experience. Jack opened the doors of the bedroom and he didn't take long before he had his clothes back on. He swiftly made his way out of the apartment, while not forgetting to lock the door. In a blink of an eye he already was outside the establishment inn. He sighed once again and took a shortcut towards The Silver Dragon inn. When he arrived Kimiko was just outside - holding an umbrella. It must have been because today it was another hot day. One usually wouldn't wear all black during the day. But Jack wasn't your ordinary fella either. So he rocked it like he owned it as he approached Kimiko Sakura. He was about to say something in the lines of "Let's get over with this already," but he didn't. Something felt strange about him as he opened his mouth and casually greeted her. "Hey there, Misses Sakura," he gave her a genuine smile, "today is quite the hot day, isn't it?" he asked as he reverted his gaze towards the sun but he didn't stare too much into it, "well if you are ready. I'll walk you towards a park with plenty of shade, maybe we can get something to eat down the line," he said, "I have quite the story to tell you," he smirked as he shoved his hands into his pockets and began to walk. If Kimiko did request for them to stop and get something refreshing to eat during this hot day, he would have compiled without any objection. If she wouldn't have - then Jack simply continued to walk with her for a few minutes. Soon they see the beautiful front gates of the park they would be visiting. There was no doubt that Jack in his freetime had the tendency to do a bit of sightseeing. This was the place and it already greeted them with cool and refreshing shades from the tall trees that surrounded the place. His pace was casual and he wasn't rushing by foot. He slowly walked while he looked forward. He would then for the first time since they walked open his mouth and speak up. "Have you ever heard about the saying of... " he looked at her as he continued, "if you can't do anything about it then let it go. Don't be a prisoner to things you can't change?" he asked her, while he looked away and continued to walk. His expression was neutral but gave no feelings off just yet. "If I'll be honest - back when I was still - being the old me. I didn't know what that meant," Jack spoke, "I believed anything you do is with your own hands, words, mind and logic. However, there will be times where people will find your words to be too hurtful even if they are true, and even if they are just being honest and meant no harm. Times where maybe your mind failed you because you're emotionally too weak to take anymore mental punishment from life anymore. Or your logic isn't logical to people who simply are too full of themselves - think their logic is more logical while yours is simply defected. That you are not worth their cut or time. I can go on and tell you just how much I've experienced over the three past millennials. But I'll start with my most significant of them all," he said. He sighed as just in that brief moment - there was a speck of sadness in his tone and expression. "Let's begin with the Trials of Mall... " his voice proceeded to sound like a story as he explained it to her. Flashback... 2619 years ago... It was a time where Jack Morpheus O'Neal didn't know better. He was the posh Demon Prince that had domain over his father's dimension. People call it hell, others call it the demon's dimension and many more names. But he knew it as simply being called Genovia. A simple name with no real meaning to it - it only served as the name's place as its meaning. Genovia was unlike any other dimension, the ground was surely rougher, more hostile than that of the physical plane of existence which was known as earth. This was no place for mere mortals - this was the place where every demon dwellved in their version of paradise. Out of all of the demons his father had in his army - Jack had the most luxury of a said paradise. He was in his father's castle, resting in his bedroom with women lying on the floor. He had a smirk on his face, his eyes closed in bliss. His bare chest exposed while his lower body was covered by a thick blanket made out of expensive materials. This was the life of Jack when he was a Prince. But today - today was the day where Uncle Mall would come back to Genovia. The Trials of Mall would begin. He will be testing Jack's skill and worthiness. His nephew was cocky as ever, he thought he will succeed the trials. Little did he knew that it wasn't the case. The Demon Lord heavily insisted on Mall making the trials harder than ever. The Purgatory was given access to Mall. There he would have free roam to create any sort of trials. Mall was Jack's relative Uncle - so they were family. It was hard to not maintain a certain bias towards his nephew but not this time. He will be harsher than ever. Eventually the Prince thought it was time to get out of bed. He didn't want to make his uncle wait for too long. He quickly got dressed and he made his way down the palace until he spotted a bold yet young man dressed with an outfit made out of robes. He was wearing golden gauntlets, as well as a golden belt. The magical energy that was radiating off of them were truly incredible. It was without a doubt, Mall who was waiting in the palace's hallways. Mall turned around as he spotted his nephew twenty steps away from him. The man smirked upon seeing him. "As I live in and breathe," Mall said, "look at you, Jackie, you've grown," he teased Jack slightly. O'Neal rolled his eyes at his uncle teasing him before the two were fairly close. There was a clear height difference between the two. Mall clearly being much taller than his nephew. However, that didn't stop him from seeing how much Jack has grown and matured. Hopefully he did mature but this visit shall tell him everything he needed to know about him. Jack crossed his arms when he shifted his weight on his right hip and arched an eyebrow as he looked at Mall. "Nice to see you too, uncle," Jack greeted, "I trust you came because today is the trials day, correct?" he asked. Mall chuckled and shaked his head. "You really are straight to the point as your old man said, aren't you?" he rhetorically asked as his fists gently rested against the sides of his hips. Mall was probably the only one in the entire realm who was allowed to call The Demon Lord an old man. Maybe because Mall was his younger brother - after all he also was entrusted in training some of Genovia's best demons, The Demon Lord included as well as his prodigal son. "But to put it simply, yes, I've come at the request of your father. Today is the day, you get a chance at my powerful ring, kid." "Always," Jack replied with a witty tone, referring to his uncle calling him straight to the point. It seemed that even then he was blunt and straightforward as ever. Something that Kimiko would also learn in the future to come for this Demon Prince. When Mall mentioned that in the trials he will be partaking, the reward was Mall's ring - his light grey-ish eyes lit up in content and interest, however, he soon spoke. "I mean, that's great and all but I'm already immune to magic," he said. Mall laughed out loud, "no you aren't," he bluntly stated, "you are resistant to it. If you complete the entire trial you will get my ring," he mentioned, "but to simply inform you as to what my ring can actually do, kiddo. It's really easy to follow. It counters any and all magical attacks and redirects them tenfold back at the attacker," he proudly explained, "not even your super-dad can shake it." he smirked. Jack heard about the infamous Mall's ring and its capabilities but he never thought he will be trialing for it. What did his father have in mind with him anyway? Jack sighed. "Okay, okay, so how do we start the trials then?" he asked curiously. "We'll go to purgatory," he stated. His eyes widened when he heard his uncle mention the purgatory. It was a place of suffering - a place for the damned souls who did pacts with demons in their life. The Purgatory was made by The Demon Lord and it is no place for the weak minded. Jack wasn't afraid of many things but that was an exception. The place could even tear and rip demons apart. It was a sort of a prison for them, should anyone think of dethroning the current king. He audibly gulped as his bravado suddenly faded and he acted a bit more cautiously around Mall. "Alright..." he said, "but how can you even access it?" he asked. "Oh, your old man gave me the key to it," he smirked before he opened the portal to the purgatory, "don't worry kiddo, it has taken me months of preparations. Of course, you're not the only demon I'll be testing it on but since your dad was so keen on strengthening your abilities. I was sure, whatever, I'll take my nephew through it and help him out." Jack's eyes glanced at Mall as if they were the equivalent of two headlights of a car. "He did what?!" he asked, almost perplexed about what he was hearing. It was far from the truth. His father knew that his son was too spoiled and he needed a lesson. The Trials of Mall would serve as a conduct to any demon in his army - to be trained throughout trial and error until they are unbreakable. Perhaps it wasn't the greatest of ideas to test it on his own son. But since he was already powerful due to him being his son, he thought he could take it with ease - well not literally but he had faith in him. "Alright, you ready?" Mall asked as the portal opened and before Jack could even think of answering that absurd question the portal sucked them through... The Trials of Mall The First Realm - The Sin of Wrath The ground was burnt, coursed and scorched. The air was thick and toxic with many poisonous gasses. Jack didn't know a lot about The Purgatory. The only thing he knew it was the place where his father would sent damned beings as punishment for whatever they have down to wrong him. But that was about it and much knowledge on it wasn't found in the library of knowledge, Jack sometimes visits to read some books through. Of course, they reading only served as some personal gain. Still, there was no book that wrote about this damned place. When the portal teleported Mall and Jack through - they would see the devastating almost apocalyptic, hell-like place. There were many mountains surrounding them, they were all crips and black. It was the most blackest thing he has ever seen. The ground was burnt and scorched, the air wasn't breathable but it didn't cause any side effects to a half demon such as him. He looked around the place to get a clear view of where he was. He couldn't put what it was and there wasn't a sign where it said welcome to the place of... whatever the place was called. There was also a levitating moon that was slightly cracked underneath its radius, lava or something of the sorts was pouring out of it. This place contained much hatred, violence - a lot of wrath. He could sense it as it coursed through his veins and body. It was an unsettling feeling to be here. If he was a coward he would have most likely asked his uncle to turn back. However, he wanted that ring, with it he would be virtually unstoppable. The only thing that stopped him - it was Mall's trials which already he could tell, would be a very large pain in the ass. "Where are we, Mall?" Jack finally broke the silence as he looked at his uncle. Mall had a smirk on his face as he walked a few paces away from Jack before he turned around and glanced back at him. "I welcome you to The Trials of Mall in The Purgatory!!!" he enthusiastically claimed, as fire erupted from some cracks, lava pouring out while magma shot out of the ground. "There are seven circles to this damned hell. Make it through all of them, and my ring of power is yours kiddo!" his voice went sharp and cold. "This is the first realm of the purgatory. The lair of the sin of wrath - something you are very familiar with I reckon." "The Sin of Wrath?" Jack asked, "I bare no such sin - in fact I bare no such thing. This is preposterous," he shook his head in disbelief. The man before him suddenly narrowed his gaze at Jack. His facial expression somewhat frowned as his relaxed nature suddenly changed into a much serious one. He approached his nephew and closely looked at him. "Listen to me kiddo," he mentioned, "The Trials are unique for each individual - when I was shaping the purgatory. Your essence dwelves in the seven deadly sins, to which you are guilty of committing. Willing, unwilling, knowing or unknowing," Mall stated. "This isn't some kind of game, Jack, take it serious. Because if you fail, you will die here!!" he declared. Jack eyed his uncle with a very intense glare. It was then that his supernatural presence and aura became more noticeable to Mall, to which he only could smirk briefly. "Fine, I'll complete your trials," Jack said as he walked past Mall and made his way well into the realm. The further he got - the more he could feel the anger and hatred. Wrath was pouring in and out of this place with such high intensities. It always managed to keep the half-demon on his toes. He didn't know when something would crawl out and attack him. It was clear to him that Mall could not interfere with whatever he will be facing. At last, he found himself to be standing in front of a temple of sorts. It looked like a large fortress made out of obsidian. Lava poured through in some places as sort of a designers choice. He wondered just where they were but he didn't want to ask Mall. They entered the fortress only to be greeted by a giant demon with horns and big wings. His armor was made out of obsidian and he had a blazing big obsidian greatsword. He was sitting on his throne of iron. He was expecting them. Jack and Mall stopped in their footsteps as the demon opened his mouth to speak with his fellow guests. "I welcome you to Wrathkeep's Fortress," the demon declared, "Jack Morphes O'Neal, Son of The Demon Lord. Today you face your first trial under me. The Sin of Wrath." The Prince looked up at the demon who talked to him. He was the sin of wrath and the one he will be testing. Jack turned his head slightly around to look over his left shoulder - only to see that Mall was now gone and it was only him and the sin of wrath. He looked at the demon as he spoke, "what do they call you, wrath?" he asked, "also try as you might but I've committed no such sin," he shook his head dismissively. The Sin of Wrath grinned as he looked at the half demon before him. Of course, arrogant as they get he was. He had so many sins latched onto his being. "They call me Tollmen, The Sin of Wrath," Tollmen presented himself, "however, you halving. Your claims bear no weight on the truth. They are empty words. I see through you, Jack. You have committed the sin of wrath a long time ago and you still do," he declared. "Prove it," Jack crossed his arms, his tongue and tone were sharp as a blade, his glare was threatening at best. Tollmen shook his head before he extended his left hand and from it, a holographic, almost surreal projection spawned before the prince. Jack seemed to be familiar with the projection as he could see a scene reveal itself to him. It was many years ago - how long he didn't know exactly but then his memory struck him. It made him hiss in pain as he rested his palm against the right side of his face as he kneeled down onto his right knee. He hissed more and more - he was by now grunting audibly as the scene played inside his mind. Jack found himself somewhere else now. He didn't know exactly but the room seemed to spin around him until it stopped. Before him there was a burning kingdom in hellfire and black flames. People were running in many different directions. Innocent people screaming and yelling in pain and suffering. The knights of the kingdom all slaughtered. The warlord that resigned inside was also dead and before all of it stood a very familiar figure once again. It was none other than Jack himself. He was bloodied - not by his own blood but rather by the innocent and guilty people he had slaughtered. "What is this?" Jack asked. "Ts... ts... ts..." Tollmen shook his head, "you really don't remember do you?" he asked, "or is it because you don't want to remember?" Jack's neutral expression changed that with hatred and rage. His teeth tightly pressed against each other as he looked around him, yet the demon of wrath was nowhere to be seen. He remembered this moment in his life very well. The kingdom that he single handedly took down was not without reason. They were damned - they were evil people who deserved death. He could have felt their stink of evil from miles away and still get a bad taste in his mouth. But that wasn't the sole reason as to why he unleashed his fury upon them. "How do you know of this?" he asked. "Oh, but I know everything about you, Jackie," he said with a sing sang tone, "every single sin you committed. This was no exception but I'll tell you what I know. Your mother died a few weeks later before you slaughtered them. You were furious that your father didn't save her - for some unknown reason he let her die. He never explained it to you. He just said she died of old age. Of course, I know the truth but I don't want to spoil it just yet," he grinned, "besides, it isn't my place to mingle around family business," he chuckled briefly, "nevertheless, with your furious heart you let waste upon these people." Suddenly, tears began to built around his eyelashes. He missed his mother for so long. She wasn't there to wish him goodnight, or to read him one of his favorite stories... he could never feel the love of his mother again. She was the human side of him - she loved his father with all of her heart. That is why he is furious with him, why didn't he save her? He claimed before that he can save people from dying so why did he let her die?! Jack growled at this point, tears dripped down his cheeks but he couldn't let go of the rage he had inside. He would do what he did that day again, it changed nothing. "They deserved it," he spat out of his mouth. "Nothing justifies their means and ends, I helped the world by getting rid of scum like them," he said, "what difference does it make anyway?" he asked. Tollmen wholeheartedly chuckled with a very sharp yet deep tone, "oh Jackie, it would always matter. Your past always matters - this is why you can't let go of it. You let these memories destroy your soul. You let out your anger on people who didn't deserve it. Sure, their Warlord was a scumbag but not the children or women - they were innocent. And now, I will let you relive that moment over, over and over again until you realize that her death had nothing to do with your father as well as those people who you have slaughtered, oh dear Grim Reaper," he calls out. Then Jack's consciousness was taken into a different realm of reality. He was reliving his memories once again. Now he was outside of the kingdom he would let his wrath upon. He walked towards the gates and he unsheathed his most powerful weapon - The Alblack Sword. He would fail the trial once again as he did the same abominable acts as he did them in the past. Then everything went on a repeat, he was teleported back right before the kingdom which was still intact. Jack frowned and his anger once again overwhelmed him. Then he repeated - again, again, again, again, again and again. It felt like he was stuck there for an eternity. His real body was standing in front of Tollmen who was sitting on his throne, red and black electricity surged through Jack's lying body on the floor as he yelled and screamed for hours and hours and hours until his screams went inhumane. Why did his mother's death affect him so much? Why couldn't he simply let go! It is supposed to be easy at a point in one's life but not for Jack - he couldn't. He loved his mother more than he loved his father. He wanted her back but now it was all too late and as Jack's mind was breaking apart he was on his feet, tightly gripping his locks as he laid before the gates of the kingdom which he will destroy once again. Tears dripped down his cheeks, he needed to turn back but what was the way out of this predicament? Was this Jack's fate? To be forever tortured by his first sin? For a eternity? Out of nowhere, Mall walked towards his nephew. He glanced at the gate and the kingdom he destroyed in his past, he whistled as he was slightly impressed by it. Mall looked down on Jack who was lost in his own world without sense. He sighed as he nudged his side, "you still don't get it do you?" Mall asked, "your mother would have eventually died. She was sweat, caring and kind. I never thought anyone would love your old man. I met her - she was a beautiful and strong woman. But you need to realize something, Jackie, your father - as powerful as he is. He could have not saved her." "Now you have two options here, Jackie boy," he said as he glanced at the sun setting. "You can either stay in here for eternity and get tortured or simply let go of the damn past," he was silent for a moment as he waited for Jack to say something but he didn't say anything. Mall sighed and he patted his back, "well, it is up to you now," he said as he stood on his feet and walked away. For a moment there was just a brief silence as Jack stopped crying and blaming himself. His eyes opened and he rose his head back up. He needed to let go and forgive himself and his father. In the end, his mother would not have wanted for him to bare such an enormous and tremendous guilt. He slowly stood back on his feet and he stood there, with his back straight and in complete silence. His expression was hidden by his long black hair that hid his eyes. He slowly turned around while he tightly clenched his fists as he walked simply away. Back in the realm of wrath - Jack stood on his feet and glanced back at Tollmen who seemed to be surprised upon this discovery, "oh so you finally let go of that guilt, interesting," he muttered, "but there is still a slight problem in your way out of here. You will have to kill me!" he declared. Jack summoned his scythe and he threw it at the demon which sliced him in half - just in a blink of an eye as it returned back into Jack's hand, "pathetic," he mumbled under his breath, "unto the next trial, Mall," he turned around only to see Mall standing proud with his fists placed against his hips. He simply smirked and he lead the way towards the second realm... Back in the Present... It became apparent to Kimiko Sakura that Jack's story was more so divided in multiple sections... From what he has told her, he had to undergo the Trials of Mall that would challenge him and his personal inner demons. Those inner demons were the seven deadly sins. His first sin that he ever committed was the sin of wrath, something he had been struggling to maintain ever since his mother died. Now, he doesn't even appear to have one spack of wrath in him. It was clear that he successfully completed the first of the seven trials Mall had him undergo. When his story ended they would stop towards a beautiful fountain while birds chirped in the background... the scenery looked benevolent. And then if Kimiko would pay attention, she would see Jack with his hands in his pockets with a slight but genuine small that donned his lips for that one moment. His eyes appeared to be at their fullest content as he stared at the fountain before he turned his attention to the woman he was telling to story. "Now you know that I'm a Half-Demon, as well as the Son of The Demon Lord and The Prince Demon of Genovia," he said. "The reason why my kind is so rare, it's because there are few occasions where my kind and your kind ever fall in love," he mentioned briefly, "my parents were an exception and they truly loved each other. Hence why I'm here talking with you about it," he obviously stated, "even so, I couldn't bare the death of my human mother. I loved her too much to simply let go," he sighed as he closed his eyes for a moment. He took in a deep breath and he exhaled as he opened them back up. Suddenly, his eyes didn't glare at her with so much intensity like they did before when they first met. "There are six more stories I have to tell you but this one should be enough," Jack mentioned. "So, Kimiko Sakura, do you believe me or not?" he asked.
  2. To put it simply - Jack was a man that cared little about what people thought of him. He didn't like to call himself old but he has lived through many things, that simply managed to make him unbothered by the unpleasant stares, the people that worked in the Silver Dragon establishment, gave him. They must have been her all time fans, so much so, that they could practically do anything for their approval. But who was he to judge anyway? He remembered there was a time where Jack was renowned as someone worth cheering on. Still, that was a very long time ago and things have changed. What seemed most unsettling was Kimiko repeating his name in such a way that eluded him into believing - that this woman did not believe him. Last time he checked, he made sure he was himself. So to see this happen for the very first time...it was unexpected to say the least. "Well yes, I don't bounty hunt every time. I merely do it for fun now." He said reassuringly until she continued and said that the last time he introduced himself was a beast slayer. How insulting. Not that he was a beast slayer, since he would kill magical creatures ever now and then. But it was insulting because she didn't believe him. This woman was playing a very dangerous game with this Half-Demon. He didn't have a hot temper per-say, however, he had a very low tolerance when it came down to people, insisting that he was a liar. He never was - he never will. This was the utmost of disrespect. Perhaps it was her way of getting back at him for wanting a night with her. A smart play on her part. She clearly wasn't stupid. A bit ignorant maybe, since she was playing around without a little care or thought on what he could do to her - of what he could do to this place. "None sense." He smirked, his eyes closed while he shook his head. "Phonies that steal my name for fame - would have not known about Mall's Ring." He stated. "You can't read that in the magazine, I'm afraid, love." His smirk continued to grew. Checkmate. What was her play? Would she dismiss his truthful statement? There certainly wasn't any article about him having such a ring. Even if there was - the private information he shared with her. It could only be received by the real deal. And last time he checked - he was the real deal. It was obvious to Kimiko Sakura that Jack wasn't someone who liked to beat around a dead bush. He was straight to the point, ready to get down to business. It's an attitude he adopted for specific reasons. He merely has gotten bored for useless chatter. The best approach was straight to the point. Her comment made him chuckle briefly. "No, I am not." He stated before she continued once again. She then threw a slight low-blow towards Jack, saying that it was refreshing to speak to someone who was not sitting there because of what his little voice between his legs told him to do. Jack lifted a slight left eyebrow. "Little voice, you say?" He asked. "Well, it isn't like you can handle that little voice between my legs anyway." He would throw a comeback at her back, letting her know that his guard was up and that nothing really would take him by surprise. To add more to it - he let it sink in for a moment or two before she continued to talk about her shedding a bit of light on the ring he seemed to know so much about and was intending on getting. "Oh please do tell." He nodded his head while he had a sip of his drink. "I like stories." He said with a deadpan tone. His interest suddenly vanished as she opt to propose something to him. What again? Can't this woman stick to the point? There was only one proposal and she denied it. They weren't going to make any deal here. He had no obligation to tell her how she obtained that ring of his. It was none of her business. It belonged to him - that ring was calling onto him. The sheer power that radiate off of it. The ring accumulated so much magical power from Jack in the past three thousand years - or was it that long ago? He couldn't remember. "I don't care about your patron or if your work would continue to dwell. Your music is boring anyway." He stated drily and as much as it was hurtful - it was the truth that came from his mouth. He didn't enjoy it, too ornamental - less melodic. "If money is the problem. I have more than the fortune to give it to you. Just so you can spare me your boring proposal." He said, as he shifted in his chair. Jack leaned forward, his arms resting onto the table as he looked at her. "Listen here, little girl who thinks she is a woman. I didn't keep my life a secret up to this point - only to have it be revealed all to you. Just because your so ignorant to believe that this ring, doesn't belong to me." His tone took a slight stern approach. It was clear now that he wasn't playing anymore. No more fun personality. She swiftly responded with that it wasn't stolen. Of course it was stolen. There was nothing in this world that would make him change his mind on that statement. However, he let her speak as she said that it came into her possession two summers ago. So she had this ring for quite some time now. Damn, how could he let such a valuable piece get away from his possession. Mall would be so disappointed in him. This man she spoke of gave her this broach - so this was the patron that supported her. She didn't gave him any names which was mildly frustrating at best. What bothered him the most was that she spoke the truth. So ultimately, if he unleashed his wrath upon her. It would be for nothing as she wasn't responsible. He didn't want to hear anymore of this. But his creator didn't thought of inventing a shut and on function into his ears. If he liked it or not - he listened to her. He knew where her patron was. He was in the Port City of Abrias. If he only had a map of this damn place. He hated the fact that he needed to discover this place. Nevertheless, he would do it on his own. This woman was no longer worth his time. "A stolen gift." Jack said as he looked at her. "I think that's the word you are looking for." He stood up as he looked at her. "And no." He shook his head when she asked if he satisfied one of his fantasies for the night. "You haven't been satisfying at all. Perhaps you are a great entertainer to these humans. But if comes down to satisfy supernatural beings - like me. You simply won't make the cut." His voice was sharp and right to the point. "I'll be here tomorrow after your performance. I'll take you for a walk and I will tell you how I got the damn ring." He suddenly changed his mind. "However, think nothing of it. The only reason I decided to change my mind is that since you are a human. You won't live even a hundred years to tell the tale." He said. "Until tomorrow, Kimiko Sakura." He spoke as he took his leave quite swiftly. He didn't want to be in this place for any longer than he needed. He then disappeared out of the establishment and walked into the street. He needed to stay here for the night. So he needed to look for an inn that had rooms to spare. His search didn't end without fortunate, as he found just the perfect inn he could stay in for the night, until tomorrow morning came.
  3. Cagliostro glanced at Nica as he took his hand and shook it. However, Mr. Universe didn't give him just any glance - it was a very 'I see through you' glance as they shook their hands. Certainly, Cagliostro was the only Fourth Wall Breaker in this - what would one even call? Battle? Essentially, but he wasn't the one doing any battles. He glanced towards his left as if he was staring at someone. That someone was the reader of this thread. He could see the viewer, heck he could even sense the writer typing the keyboards as he wrote this very same sentence. This was one of the reasons why the beings from Infinity Requiem couldn't stop him. There was no way to kill the very conduit through which the writer, interacts with their creations. His left eye squinted while he continued to glare, before he spoke. Words that wouldn't be even fathomable to Nica, if he wasn't the same like Cagliostro was. "Very good with the writing, mate. A spitting and completely different image from me? Very original." His tone molded into a dry humoress question, that resembled a sarcastic ankour. "Oh yes, I see you there, sitting down, writing the interaction of Cain. Make sure to wear the brownie panties, Amenities, 'cause shit is about to get down." Time seemed to stop whenever he broke the Fourth Wall, everything going white and black, as he spoke to the audience. Mr. Universe relinquished his grip from Nica's hand as the two went back at watching the fight unfolding before their eyes. So far, there wasn't anything that Mr. Universe hasn't seen before. Both of them, didn't have a grasp of what each of them were. Cain appeared to be one who used his brains instead of his fists, while Esperan Prime used his strength to get through tough situation. This was ultimately a battle between intellect and strength. However, Esperan Prime wasn't just about brone, he was about intellect as well. Perhaps, this battle would peak Cagliostro's interest anyway. But then everything seemed to stop as Cagliostro looked back at the viewer. "What do you mean on a level greater than Mr. Universe and Nica Sora?!" He asked the writer. "I'm The Fourth-Wall Breaker, you doofus. I put Deadpool and Cosmic Armor Superman to shame with my ability of breaking the fourth-wall!" He stated, as he crossed his arms, and then looked way. Cagliostro then concentrated on the fight that occurred before him. He had some suspicions about the plain field being on Cain's favor. Esperan Prime needed to work quickly before it was too late, then again nothing could stop him. He knew Esperan Prime was holding back...but for what reason? Did he still believe he could reach out to Cain with just mere words? "Oh, goddamn this Superman rip off!" He yelled in exasperation, as he leaned down and suddenly, furniture spawned underneath him. Cagliostro made himself comfortable in his arm chair. His right leg cross over the other, while his arms were crossed. His right index finger, tapped against his bicep while he seemed to get bored and frustrated way too quickly. "Come on, do something, you idiot." He sighed under his breath. Meanwhile, Esperan Prime appeared to be encountering some minor difficulties. Only now he became aware of the hostile environment he found himself in. The crystal red crimson rain, it wasn't something natural of this dimension. It was Cain's doing. He didn't pay much attention, because he was still narrow minded. He wanted to get back to Shadya, and he was trying to reach out with words to Cain. Nevertheless, it didn't work. His words didn't reach out to him. He full on ignored them. Only then, Esperan realized the trillions of threads that separated him and Cain. The Proto-Distar glanced up, he could see the line of network attached to him way before Cain would have made it noticed. He walked right into his trap. Esperan's glare moved back down, as he eyed the red haired man. Even at this incredible distance, Esperan could see him, he could very well see him. It was clear that he didn't want to face Esperan, and his initial attack was dismissed, due to the unpredictable nature of this place. He needed to change the environment. Cain wasn't fighting fair. He couldn't. He was a man, wearing the skin of a god, while Esperan, on the other hand, was a god by default. Perhaps not entirely, but he was no longer a man. Reality changed as the Adamantium puppet's spike ram through his chest, but nothing happened. The only thing that remotely happened was the puppet's adamantium horn breaking completely, shattering into pieces by his indestructible body. "Please, you are just wasting my time." Esperan declared as he appeared to be unphased by this, mostly because he wasn't. The strings stopped him essentially, from moving at high speeds. A nuisance, one that Esperan would get rid of immediately. Alas, Nica spoke to Cagliostro saying that he heard something. Mr. Universe looked at his copycat by tilting his head slightly. "Well, no shit." He said. "Esperan pretty much said how much of a burden his powers are. But your ginger head over there, didn't want to hear them. Honestly..." He looked at the audience. "Being able to so-called quote on quote, delete words, is just absurd writing. Then again, we have Space Jesus over there who can do pretty much anything he wants so...let's see how absurd this shit show is going to get." He said as he continued to watch the fight. "Also, Nica..." He points out. "Esperan did not teleport, he flew so fast that it seemed like he teleported. God, get your facts straight." He rolled his eyes. Saying that the miraculous network of strings wasn't going to be an issue, was clearly an understatement. However, here was the mistake Cain made. Esperan immediately realized the psychic lines that laced with blood magic encased him. The fate of having his every ability removed - alas the mistake was that Cain could even strip essentially a God away from an immeasurable power. The strings would glow red, brighter than ever. It was at this moment that despite Cain's care of Esperan, and supernatural bravado. He really had something to worry about. The power radiate off of Esperan's body, increasing again and again. Nothing in existence is able to take away infinite possibilities and capabilities of power that Esperan Prime had. For his powers were vast as infinity and neverending like eternity. Esperan Prime's glare changed, his expression frowned. His hues stared into Cain's very own soul. "It is time to correct this embarrassment." His voice was heard, through the trillion of threads all the way to Cain. The very fabric of reality began to change and take shape into whatever Esperan Prime wanted. His words this time, they could not be deleted, they were heard, the voice of god spoke to Cain. The network of lines soon began to fade into nothing but dust, it freed him from this prison Cain so shamelessly tried to encase him inside. Mr. Universe seemed to be over the edge of his seat as he watched how Esperan Prime effortlessly got rid of this issues as he shaped reality into whatever he wanted. Everything warped by his liking, the figment of his imagination began setting itself into reality. He corrected Cain's previous world. He made it better. Where there was once a bloodied sky, there was a bright and blue beautiful sky. Where the grass was stained by red crystals. It was all replaced by beautiful, tall and green grass fields. The sun shined ever so brightly in the distance. As the trillions of threads were just gone. The Adamantium Puppet, was however, not erased from existence. Not yet. However, he was nothing more than just a giant behemoth. "Now, things are starting to get interesting." Cagliostro commented, while he looked at Nica. "What? You thought only your ginger head can warp reality?" He chuckled. "Oh boy, don't get me even started." He said. "Now you." Esperan Prime called upon the Behemoth. "Allow me to end your suffering." He stated as he flew towards it faster than light speed. His fist tightened, as he punched right through the adamantium body. The ground beneath them shakened, as he busted right through the so-called indestructible material. A theory he tested and proved wrong. Now, the God glanced at Cain as he levitated off of the ground. He looked at Cain. "So be it, Cain." Esperan calls. "If you want a fight. I shall give you one." He declared, as he flew towards him at faster than light speed. Esperan's right fist was aimed at Cain, ready to punch his head off.
  4. There was one thing that Jack Morpheus O'Neal despide most in this world and those were thieves. The ring she had it belonged to him, he remembered he used it once upon a time...a time that he surprisingly forgot about. How did he lose this ring in the first place? He couldn't have been drunk, it is impossible. Alcohol doesn't work on him. Due to his demonic side, but still the thought of having a stranger, let alone a human being, who he quickly depicted as one, due to him sensing it, have a ring of such high caliber mystical power...it was unsettling. He could bet his entire fortune that she didn't even have the slightest of ideas what that ring was. Yet, she dismissed the question rather quickly, as if it wasn't his own business. A person that cared, would have asked how that is true. How unfortunate that this night might not turn the way he wished for it to turn out. Life...always so unpredictable, always so disappointing. In his view, he didn't care if he asked a stranger about such things. Her identity was to little importance of him, he knew who she was. Kimiko Sakura, an entertainer, who so happened to have a magical ring of great power. "For you, maybe." Jack adds, while shifting his weight onto his right side. He brought his arms above his chest, crossing them as he looked at her from above. Even when she was sitting down there, the height difference was as night and day. Jack appeared to be that burning sun glancing down onto earth. He being the sun and she the earth, in this metaphorical comparison. His light greyish hues glanced at her with an indescribable heated glare, his upper lip slightly shifting but his perfectly shaped white teeth were not revealed just yet. Jack simply watched as the person before him, called upon her friend. He seemed to be a little bit worried for this woman. There must have been something between the two - a friendship of sorts, who knew, he didn't particularly care anyways. However, she assured her friend she was alright, and then she told him to bring a drink for him and her. So it seemed that Kimiko took his request of a drink. But then - Kimiko stood up. The height differences were even more clearer to him but what was also slightly unexpected, was that she appeared to be blind? Her show of being unable to find the woman's arm that came into her aid lead Jack to believe she was. Jack smirked, his right hand placed onto his right hip, his lips curling into a smirk. "Well, here is something you don't learn in the magazine." The words he spoke were most confusing towards Kimiko and the woman who helped her. Perhaps, Kimiko may identity what the half demon meant, but alas it was a long stretch that he did not believe she would. In fact, he wasn't aware that she could see auras, while in contrast to Jack. He could see every aura as well as the physical and spiritual world without being blind as she was. The woman helped her walk towards the other table which Kimiko sat down and motioned over with her hand for Jack to do the same. Telling him, that he could have a seat while labeling him as a stranger as well. Of course, he would take her offer, he wasn't disrespectful. Besides, he must have been a lucky guy, as she made such high exceptions for him. Jack drawed the seat back and he sat down across the table. He was facing her while his arms rested onto his lap. She talked how about how she doesn't entertain on nights before a performance, but he appeared to be the exception. As he originally predicted. Jack's lips curled into another smirk, however, it didn't radiate cockiness this time. "Lucky me." He deadpans, before he continued with what she said. "Retire? So early in your life? You must have a fortune." The serving woman came quickly back with Jack's latest drink that he had as well as Kimiko's. He gave the woman a nod of his head. "Thank you." He genuinely said, before his soft fingers wrapped around the glass. He brought it up to his lips as they parted, he let the liquor enter inside his mouth, before he gulped down a sufficient sip. He then placed the glass down and glanced over her. Unfortunately for her, there wasn't a 'on' and 'off' switch for Jack's supernatural aura that radiated off of him like the blazing sun. She would always have that feeling - of being devoured or watched at. Kimiko Sakura then spoke eventually, saying that he had her at a disadvantage due to her not recognizing him. He didn't want to mention it, but certainly in his mind he was going to mention of how could she? If she couldn't even see properly. And it wasn't obvious for Jack that she was essentially faking it. Then again, why would he look so deep into it? When he couldn't be bothered by it? Alas, she didn't want to stay strangers with him. As she mentioned, he wasn't her typical frequent visitor to Silver Dragon. "Alright, I shall indulge in your game." Jack said with a confident tone. "I'm Jack Morpheus O'Neal - son of the Demon Lord and a part time bounty hunter." His words left his mouth with relative ease, as if he has been doing this for quite some time. She was unbeknownst to him being around three thousand years old. One point in his life, he simply stopped bothering to make acquaintances with people. Boredom was a frequent thing that always came back to him - biting him in the damn ass for some inexplicable reason. "I recently came in this city and then I wanted to entertain myself." He said. "Hence why I came to the Silver Dragon. Because, I've heard about you." "But it seems you are not going to indulge in my fantasies tonight without a doubt." He stated. "You see, boredom has been a frequent thing in my life. My plans for coming here were simple, however." He paused as he looked at her for the briefest of moments before speaking again. "Once I saw you having that ring...let's just say that things have changed now." He said. "It belonged to me once." He wasn't going to explain her his entire life story that he barely even remembered, but he knew he had that ring. It was his. "It is called the Ring of Mall. It originally belonged to my father's instructor, Mall the Omni-Magical. He could use magic unlike the world has ever seen. It then was past down to me, I earned that ring through trial and error until I succeed my trials. The Ring of Mall grants the user protection over magic and counters it ten fold back at the attacker." Clearly the way he spoke was believable that he knew what he was talking about. "I don't remember how I lost it....and I don't remember giving it to you either." He said. "So tell me, sweetheart. How did you obtain it?" He asked.
  5. "All this time I had known. The weakness of your colossus was always in front of me. The infinity symbols. I was only prolonging the inevitable." Morgan Morton spoke through the speakers of The Scarlet Devil. But why would someone resist the urge of finishing a fight so quickly? Perhaps, The Devil's Advocate enjoyed a good fight, the thrill of it. Or it was a complete and separate reason as to why he had this fight moving for so long. It only took him one try to realize that the infinity symbols were Ramesses' weakness. However, what good was a fight if it ended quickly anyway? The Scarlet King glanced above him, he saw the giant white behemoth falling down on him. He flew away from the Tian Titan's reach, letting him fall from heaven back onto earth. Morgan watched through the display as Ramesses' lifeless body finally settled down. Now, there was only the mighty Scarlet King and this mage person, who he cared little about. He didn't know why he gave him such an offer. Still, Morgan knew a little thing or two about doing business. The last time he checked, it didn't revolve around killing your customer. Perhaps, he was too afraid of facing The Devil's Advocate alone. He didn't judge him however, he was fully aware of his deadly capabilities, in and outside of his mech. Barbatos glanced at the golem who was roughly the same size as he was. He was just making sure if there wasn't a second round, because Barbatos was just getting started. Morgan had unleashed the wild soul of the Great Duke Prince, Barbatos. Of course, the automaton wasn't satisfied with its prey. It was too easy, once Barbatos unleashed his true power, it was over for Ramesses. Morgan could see the soul of the living Ramesses, alas Barbatos was still hungry for a feast. And as it faded out of the physical realm into the mystical one. The Scarlet King simply absorbed Ramesses' soul and devoured it. This should be sufficient, perhaps with this, the Great Duke can finally rest, for now at least. Nevertheless, he wasn't high above the sky, as he could see Cain. Barbatos' red boiling crimson optics emitted raging steam. He eyed the sorcerer with great distaste, before he fell towards Cain's direction. Why was he falling? It would soon be revealed as Barbatos landed right in front of Cain. The ground cracked underneath the mighty feet of the Scarlet Devil, rocks and dirt jumping into every direction, without rhyme or reason. Barbatos' optics glowed with so much potent rage, he started down at Cain. Like a God would look down on a man. One fell strike...everything would end here and now. Barbatos lifted his right arm that held the great giant mace, he lifted up so high, it was above him before he slammed it down...but was it on Cain? Perhaps it was intended to harm him. But as the mace slammed into the ground, the dust exploding into their faces, and after it settled... Cain would see he was mere meters away from Barbatos' mace. It could be taken into account as sort of test, the Duke Demon trying to test if he would break under such circumstances. However, Cain didn't seem to break, perhaps not on the outside...maybe in the inside. Barbatos stood still as Cain raised to an eye-level with the Scarlet Devil. Morgan glanced as Cain seemed to fascinate the great machine that stood before him. And then he spoke about payment, payment was not enough for Barbatos, he did not care about such materialistic things. The only thing he cared about were souls. Souls to feed on and satisfy his lusting and never-ending hunger for them. That was the curse, the punishment, the Great Duke of hell burden upon his mechanical shoulders...how pitiful he had become. The cockpit however, suddenly opened up. The Devil's Advocate stood tall, his arms crossed and he was still connected with Barbatos. He eyed Cain before he opened his mouth to speak. "Okay, ginger head." He spoke out. "What are you really doing here?" He asked. "I mean, you didn't come here just to quote on quote 'hire' me." He said. "Besides, why should I believe you? For all I can know you could be lying. Anything to just save your skin....because, your behemoth right over there." He pointed at Ramesses' body. "Tried to kill me...kill us." He placed his hand on his chest, referring to him and Barbatos. @amenities
  6. The Trickster God looked to his right, as he saw a form materializing from nothing but a speck of a shadow. It didn't take long for him to notice that this unexpected being, was Cain's very own representative. However, there was also another thing that most beings wouldn't notice. Not if they were Fourth-Wall Breakers like Cagliostro is. This manifested being appeared to be a spitting opposite of what Mr. Universe was, such as being a depressive pallor, as well as a direct juxtaposition against Mr. Universe's robust, one of a kind stature and humorful cheeks. He appeared to be silent, his appearance resembled the likeness of the ginger-haired duelist that was fighting Esperan Prime. Cagliostro crossed his arms, as he turned his attention at this being. "Who're you supposed to be?" He asked, with slight confusion in is tone. He also appeared to be very slim, with a white suit and black tie, that wasn't as flashy or eye catching like Mr. Universe's priceless costume made costume. Alas, it didn't take long for this being to speak, mentioning that the ginger spell caster, was Cain...right, he knew that, of course he did. Apparently, he was also the last of his race that was unfortunately killed by its own greed. They were called the Shaman of Fear...very spooky, right? Not really. However, who was he to judge right? It's not like, his Multiverse didn't have threats that scared even the bravest of heroes...including Gods even. To name a few such as Zydus, the Distar of Destruction. And then...the nightmare of all Godly beings, Oblivion...that Devil, he was sent on a self-imposing mission. He was responsible for killing Esperan Prime, which at the time was thought to be impossible, but it happened. Nevertheless, they didn't know Esperan Prime was a transcendent being, so eventually he came back, stronger than ever before. Of course, he was killed eventually like all things in his reality. However, The Trickster God hoped, Esperan Prime had what it took, to defeat this being called Cain. Mr. Universe listened in well, as Nica spoke about Cain wearing the skin of the God Alignak. He wondered what kind of god, as he arched an eyebrow. "God Alignak, huh?" He asked with an interested tone. Then he went on about talking, stating how Cain has gotten started already, and that must have meant he was in a fine form today. Even so, Nica didn't take long to define what that meant, as Cain seemed to be ready to devour another God...delete another Entity, Concepts...then words? That was absurd. It made The Trickster God chuckle whole heartedly. "Well...I don't want to say much but..." He glanced over Esperan. "But his kind can naturally create and destroy Universes, Reality, Concepts, Laws of Physics and so on and so forth." He mentioned as a grin donned his face. He looked back at Nica with a proposition. "Hey, what if we made a bet?" He asked, all of the sudden. "We'll have to come up with what we win, if any of our boys win." He said. "However, I need to know if you are going to be in this or not." He extended his right hand, ready for a handshake if Nica was up for it, his fingers sprayed in a relaxing state, waiting for the response. Nonetheless, Cain didn't seem to reply back to Esperan Prime's taunting manner. He wanted to get done with this, as soon as possible. But as his reality manipulating powers took control, changing the matter of the adamantium, he immediately noticed. Cain was a spell caster. His eyes narrowingly moved in attosecond, watching the spell being casted upon the Adamantium Beast, it became clear that it was immune to matter manipulation now. This Cain...he fought dirty...he did not like that. Still, he had not the time to deal with this nuisance. Cain didn't look away from the scroll, Esperan Prime soon had began to realize that it was the thing that powered this magical creature. When the Adamantium Beast lunged forward with its feet at Esperan. Just like his eyes moved in an attosecond, so did he. It felt like as if he teleported away from the Adamantium Opponent, but that wasn't the case. He moved faster than the eye could see, faster than light, blurring speed and teleportation into one. Esperan Prime appeared before Cain, the towering Proto-Distar glanced at him. "This is not some kind of game!" He retorts. "I fight because I have to...it isn't a choice...this.." He lifted his right hand and curled it into a strong fist. "It is a burden, be glad this is not yours." He declared as he sprayed his palm in front of Cain, from it, cosmic energy exploded out of his palm, a big beam ray came at Cain. @amenities
  7. Boredom... That is what he felt, complete and utter boredom. It was unbeknownst to him as to why he always found himself in these kind of situation. Was he cursed with a bad omen that he didn't know of? That most certainly wasn't. How could he know though? Well, it wouldn't take him long to notice the bad side effects of a curse that was bonded onto him. Bolder beings have tried doing that and the stories haven't ended well for those who have tried. Either way, he knew he wasn't cursed but then what gives? It must have been life, most definitely. Otherwise, he couldn't explain this situation. He always was in this current predicament. Jack O'Neal, the Son of the Demon Lord was deep in his thoughts. He ordered a drink, that was definitely not tea. It was something spicy, exocit. An expensive alcoholic beverage. His table was located far in the back of the establishment inside the Silver Dragon inn. How did he even find this play you may ask? Well, it didn't take long for him to just give a quick notice around the City of Karousel for famous places. This one was particularly very famous, they also told him it had great music too. The music performed was from this lady who would come in every once in a while and perform on stage. Her name was Kimiko Sakura and the reason he was here, it may have been, due to the fact that he might have taken some sort of interest to her. Then again, what kind of women didn't he take interest on? Indeed, he was some sort of womanizer. But he treated women with respect. It wasn't like he wanted to use them. He would essentially, in a while or so, find a lady that was simply overtaken by his genuine and natural good looks. He always had this supernatural aura whenever he was in a room or with someone. Jack's aura inspired dominance and complete confidence. There wasn't anything that he was too insecure at and even if he was, he usually tends to be good at hiding it. Still, truth be told, there wasn't anyone who resisted him. Was this handsome devil thinking he could do the same with Kimiko Sakura? Most definitely as he looked forward to see what she was made out of. There was also the fact that he was looking forward to pass the time with something he could do, of course. He has been roaming this world on his two feet for about three thousand years and he was sure he would roam it for three thousand more. However, he didn't know. That was one part of himself he wasn't sure about. Was he immortal? Would he outlive everyone he ever meets? There were so many questions about his current longevity. From his early days, he was given the nickname of "Immortal Jack" because he never seem to physical age. His physical appearance and condition always remained on his prime time. It kind of made it extremely hard for him to potentially settle down and live life till the end of his lifespan. But he couldn't...how could he even? He didn't know if he had an end. He also didn't want to look into his future. It was for certain possible, one way or another he could cast a spell or go to a witch. Even so, Jack wasn't someone who would cheat his own inevitability. Simply put, he loved surprises, no matter what they hold for him in the end. He would certainly do almost anything to be entertained. These several three thousand years have left him...quite emotionless per-say. He wasn't who he was once, he didn't know why and he is looking for some way...some power...something essentially that allows him to bring his older self back. Nevertheless, it did not matter as Kimiko Sakura used her instrumental and with the strings she was tapping, caused the notes to create musical sounds. He could sense the magical aura within the musical sounds. If he was going to be honest, he didn't enjoy her kind of music. It wasn't really his flow or rhythm. Then again, everyone had their own tastes in music. Once she finished playing, he was somewhat thankful as he finished his drink and paid for it by leaving the payment on the table. Jack stood up and walked away from his table, casually passing by everyone. Without a doubt, his supernatural aura may alert Kimiko of his sudden appearance as he crossed his arms and glanced at her. "Hey there beautiful." He spoke with a charming tone, giving her a mischievous smirk. "How about you and me go for a drink? What do you say? Kimiko Sakura-" He suddenly stopped as his natural light grey eyes, who had the same supernatural dominance, changed into something more serious. He wasn't laid back anymore, he quite tensed his overall lean but muscular body. His black outfit surely made notice of that as he glared her. "Where did you get that ring?" He asked her. @DarkHorse
  8. There was a brief moment of silence, as Amos’ eyes had a good look around the place he was in. It didn’t take him long to realize where he was. In a different pocket dimension. Amos didn’t know what kind of trickery the Trickster God, Cagliostro did this time. However, it was slowly but surely getting on the Distar of Strength and Hope on his nerves. He was having a date with his wife. He didn’t know how she was feeling now. Probably, she was scared of her life. It was completely understandable if he was in her place. He’d go in every inch of the Multiverse to find Shadya, but he knew one thing that Cagliostro won’t hurt her. The sky was bleeding and pouring billions upon billions of red crystal shards. He slowly lifted his head upwards and extended his hand forward with a sprayed opened hand. On it, rested a small red crystal on the tip of his palm. Amos examined the substance, while the crystals did not pose any harm to his body. The only way he noticed them, was due to them, giving him light taps across his frame. Still, that was about it. However, the scattered particles that salted and landed around him, would soon be brushed off. He didn’t want to have them on his body. Not because he thought he was too mighty to be touched, no. They seemingly didn’t look pleasant to the eye, and it was somewhat obnoxious. He wondered what caused this sudden phenomenon. Was it due to the place or due to Cain? He couldn’t tell, but one thing was sure. He had to defeat this Cain person if he wanted to go back home. The crystals continued to make their presence as they scattered like particles over the endless fields of grass. They felt like it was a curse of some sort, and it radiated off of that person who was Cain. Cagliostro simply watched, as the crystals did not lay one particle on him. He simply willed it not to be, it was best not to deal with him. Once Amos asked the mysterious person, he didn’t bother to share his name with him. Then again, Amos didn’t share the same courtesy. So expecting such hospitality would be hypocritical at best. Cain simply announced himself as a guy, however, Amos knew that it wasn’t the truth. It was far from it. He also wondered if Cain knew who Amos really was. If he did, then why was he still here? Perhaps he was too arrogant to admit defeat, or maybe Amos was greatly underestimating his foe. It was something Amos didn’t want to do, so he shrugged that prideful thought immediately out of his head, not this time, he thought. It didn’t take long for Amos to sense the dark deeds within the atmosphere. Amos understood that he was going up against someone, who clearly has a dark past. The familiarity between Cain and Zydus were quite similar, however, Zydus was more imposing, dominant and quite the bastard to fight with. Nevertheless, he was gone but even in this Pocket Dimension, Amos sees oddities that remember him of the Distar he slew. “Are you responsible for causing this rain?” Amos asked, as he lifted his eyebrow. He waited for a reply but Cain didn’t seem to be the chattery type. Out of nowhere, an exact replica of Cain appeared beside him. It was twice the size and was composed out of adamantium, the virtually indestructible metal. A theory, that Amos will put to the test with no doubt. There was no hair on the beast, but rather a porcupine of great spikes. Cain moved away and withdraw a roll of paper. He wondered what that was. Amos thought that maybe this person was a mage of sorts? He has faced mages before, so anything that Cain came up with wouldn’t be something he hasn’t seen before. Mages have the same tricks, nothing new to them. The creature seemed to be lifeless at best, it waited for something. Amos assumed that this adamantium creature was the puppet and Cain was the puppeteer. “You don’t want to do this,” Amos said with a neutral but warning tone. “Maybe, we should talk this out.” He mentioned. “We are being both played by Cagliostro here. I do not know from which speck of reality you belong to, but you are not from my world.” He stated. It wasn’t bold of Amos to assume that Cain wasn’t from his Multiverse. He, in fact, knew he was not apart of it. There isn’t something that goes unnoticed by the Distars. Virtually nothing, so his statement was as truthful and as clear as a crystal. But Cain did not listen or heed to Amos’ warning, due to the fact, that the creature sprung towards Amos at great speed. “You better watch out, Amos.” Mr. Universe adds as he flies up in the sky, but he didn’t leave Amos without his signature cackle. For Cagliostro this was amusing at best, he sensed that he will have much fun with these two. Something he looked forward to, indeed. The seemingly God disguised as a man turned towards the creature. He noticed how big the creature was. Just the head alone took up about a one-meter radius. And by the looks of things, it tried to impale Amos with its spiked head. A sound strategy but a foolish attempt as the beast would suddenly stop in its tracks once it appeared to have potentially ‘hit’ Amos. What really happened was the following: The Creature was stopped by Amos’ hand that landed onto its forehead. If Cain attempted to have a power search throughout Amos, he would soon realize that his strength was incalculable, while his powers were immeasurable. Amos didn’t flinch, not even one bit, he stood his ground while he held the head of the creature. It was as if this creature didn’t bother him. Nevertheless, Amos wasn’t in his human form to be exact. He wasn’t Amos anyway. The God of Strength and Hope appeared, manifesting his form. Esperan Prime’s presence made itself noticed. Upon first glance, the God seemed to appear like a tall all-black muscular figure, until upon closer look. One would see that he was like a living universe, with multiple stars going throughout his body, there were even nebulas here and there. Esperan’s chest illuminated with a big bright light-blue star, as well as his eyes, back, and forearms that had the symbol of a star. “Really?” He asked, unimpressed by this. “I understand you are just getting started.” He mentioned, as suddenly the creature began to change its matter. The adamantium shifted, the molecules and atoms changed their designation. The creature began to melt, and soon evaporate into a gas, and then the creature was gone. Esperan lowered his right arm back down as he stared at the man. “But I’m not your average joe either.” He stated as he walked towards Cain slowly. “Of course, adamantium wouldn’t have worked on this guy.” Mr. Universe cackled as his voice was suddenly booming and loud. “Listen up ladies!” He glanced at the viewers, who were watching this battle between two powerful beings. “On to the right corner of the ring, we have, Esperan Prime, the Proto-Vestal, one who is believed to be the only being to have the powers of the true and only God. He stands about six feet and four inches weighs around a hundred and ninety-five lbs. He is the Symbol of Hope, Strength Incarnated, Jesus of Infinity Requiem...Esperan Prime!!!” His voice echoed. Mr. Universe would allow for Cain’s representative, if he had one, to present himself before the Trickster continued. “And with that out of the way.” Suddenly his voice took that of a complete similarity of Michael Buffer. “Ladies and Gentlemen. LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!!” @amenities
  9. What does one do with their eternal life? To have only lived for about three thousand years and still be bored? Even having your own emotions slowly stripped away due to a facade, you've been wearing almost your entire life? The answer, wasn't a simple one. It was different with everyone who was essentially immortal? One may think that this handsome devil-ish person is immortal. The fact, still remains uncertain if he is or not. It was a mysterious enigma that hung around the man's head, for everyone who felt daring to investigate just who the hell this guy was. Even so, he has made quite the name for himself. Perhaps, being the Son of the Demon Lord, does that to you. But if he had to recommend that, he wouldn't. There were things he needed to do, to keep him preoccupied and not suffer the ravages of boredom. At times, he even believed that immortality wouldn't really sound boring. If you initially had something to do, a goal to reach. The name of this fella was Jack O'Neal, with quite the mysterious past that he doesn't want to talk about so often, if at all. His aura and presence alone, is enough to strike anyone, as being quite the dominant and charismatic person. The reason as to why, it is not so easily known. Maybe because he was a mix and mash of both Human and Demon Blood, maybe that was one of his powers, or maybe that was who he was. Anything could go, as long as there was a reasonable explanation. He has been through many places, and experienced a lot of things. Sometimes, not even he could explain them. But the experience stuck there with him, in his soul if you will. Jack was searching for something that may catch his attention. Something thrilling, something that got his blood boiling in the mist of the night. That is where, he heard about an establishment called Ouroboros. It was ran by a Succubus called Calypso. Already, he imagined it to be an establishment that had to do with a lot of sexual desireful people. He even thought, it was a strip club, he didn't quite knew. However, he wanted to see it for himself. Besides, if the place was fitting to his taste. The fellow Half-Demon Prince would have quite the night, if he just met the right conditions. He certainly was interested in this Calypso person. Even though, he did hope she was more than your regular Succubus. Why the sudden expectation and standards? Well, Jack wasn't ordinary, not at all. Once he found his way towards the establishment, the Guard let him pass through and he was inside. That was relatively quickly and quite easy. At first glance, the place looked to be quite the joint. Everything was fine and dandy, the Waitresses were nice looking and then there was a stage where specific individuals could sing. He stood six feet and three inches tall with an lean frame, yet, he didn't appear to have a core weak. On the contrary, it was quite strong by itself and muscular ripped. Essentially, he was too supernatural to believe he was just a regular human. Not at all. The people inside the place, didn't seem to be struck by him as someone bulky. However, his stature and overall expression, was somewhat intimidating, if you were to poke a fight with him, after all he was quite the nice guy. The Demons inside the place, would already feel a sudden, drastic and dramatic shift in power and presence. His supernatural aura was incredibly presentful, however, quite indescribable. Jack had a smirk on his face, that alone, left anyone with the impression of him being extremely confident with a bold demeanor. He also had quite the devilishly handsome good looks on his, pale but yet attractive complexion. However, does were just the foundation of his overal presence. The icing on the cake truly were his natural light grey hues. They were so welcoming but mysterious like the ocean's mist. By now, the only attention he'll get was the good kind. He didn't seem like someone who wanted trouble. But rather, he seemed like someone who wanted to have fun for tonight. And when Jack meant fun, he really did mean it. Every. Word. Of. It. He didn't take long to walk towards the barset. Once he was there, his radiating presence would make the barkeeper turn their attention towards whoever that was, which was Jack. He leaned in closely, as he rested his hands on the bar counter. The man came in already when Calypso's main man was on stage, who would happen to be the guy on the stage singing. "Hey, there beautiful." He greeted the succubus that was the barkeep. "I have a few questions, I want to address first." He stated. He leaned in some more, as he casually pointed at the man who was singing. "Do only employees sing on that stage?" He asked. "Because I'm interested on performing. And my second question is, if Calypso is with us today in this establishment?" He confidence spoke through his tone, his eyes heatedly eyed the woman, as he waited for a response. @Djinn&Juice, @-Lilium-, @Shatter
  10. Infinity Requiem Universe In the City of Los Angeles, a couple was walking down the street. They were holding each other's hands, the male holding her left hand and the female holding his right hand. Judging by the fact that they wore wedding rings, they were happily married. Amos and Shadya were planning on having a date today. There were no interruptions allowed, it was just the two of them. She wore something casual but also appealing for her husband. Her unnatural electric yellow hair was in a tight bun, due to her long hair, essentially it puffed the back of her head. She was much smaller and narrower than Amos was. He was more muscular and masculine between the two, that much was sure. They appeared to be the perfect couple, he was good looking and she was especially very attractive. It has been a few years since Amos managed to defeat Zydus, who had all the powers of his Twelve Distarian brethren. Amos showed that not only, he is the strongest Distar in the Multiverse, but also he demonstrated that he can summon the power of God at his will, whenever he needs to do so. However, there hasn't been much fighting, and it didn't require his attention. That is why the Protectors were a thing. To protect the world from crime and evil-doers, while Amos was dealing with reality breaking and Multiversal threats. "Hey, babe?" Shadya turned her head and asked her beloved. "Yeah?" Amos looked at her. "Let's go to the park." She said as she leaned in and gave his lips a kiss before the two changed their direction and walked towards the Park. There was nothing really special about the place, it had trees and green grass, with a fountain in the middle. A nice path where you can walk upon and sit down by the benches that were scattered around the place. The two walked and didn't have any bother in the world, they were walking for a few minutes before Shadya felt a bit playful. She remembered, this was the park where the two used to play, tag your it. It was the day where she admittedly fell in love with him. Even at a young age, her love for him was undying and it will always remain like that. She looked at him and grinned playfully before she pushed him and ran off. "Hey, where are you going?" He asked as he gave chase after her. All he could her were her giggles as she continued to jog before she got behind a big tree. "Babe?" Amos asked, as Shadya heard him coming from her right, until she didn't hear anything anymore. This left her a bit puzzled as she ran in a circle and she didn't see Amos anymore, she panicked slightly as she stepped back and looked for him. "Amos?" She called out. "Amos?!" She was panicking even more. "Where are you?!" In a Different Universe The man was shot out of a portal and landed into the ground with a heavy thud. He grunted ever so slightly as he looked up. At first glance, he didn't know where he was, let alone that he was in a different universe all together. Amos soon realized that something was wrong, as the blonde man stood up and dusted himself off. He found himself to be in area with an endless field of grass with a beautiful blue sky and a few clouds here and there. The place seemed like a beautiful scenery, that much was true as he walked, not knowing where he was. "Where am I?" He asked, as his senses were taking a bit longer to comprehend where he was now. Behind him, appeared a costumed man with a purple suit with black and white shoes. He had a cain in his hand, and a distorted face. One part was covered with a half-yellow mask, and the rest was just a red. He also wore a fedora hat, which was also purple and had a black band go all the way around the hat. His tie was also red with a yellow shirt underneath his costume. "Where do you think, Esperan?" The voice asked behind Amos. He turned around quickly, only to see the anomaly which called himself Mr. Universe. He was known by the Distars as Cagliostro. Even to this day, Amos didn't know how to get rid of him. He was completely different and completely other. The thought of how he was created was incomprehensible to someone like Amos, unfortunately. "Cagliostro?" He asked. "What have you done?" Mr. Universe chuckled, as his shoulders shifted up and downwards with his cackling laughter. "Me?" His hand sprayed open on his chest. "I haven't done anything...well, it isn't something you can't handle." If Cagliostro had a face on his vivid face, he would have smirked mischievously. "Don't worry, once you're done. You can return back to your Wife." He nodded his head. Amos bumped his hands into two strong fists, his knuckles already cracking from the sheer pressure of his grip. "I've ridden the Multiverses off of Zydus, only to have you be another threat?" He scoffed. "Cagliostro, you are playing with things you do not understand. Where am I?" He asked. "Tell me. I demand you that you do!" Mr. Universe rose his right index finger up. "Patience, is key, my friend." He said with a grin. "But, alas, I'll tell you." He sighed. "You are in a different Universe all together. One that is not initially connected with our Multiverse. I've been working...I suppose. And I found something to entertain me once again." He mentioned. "Essentially, you'll have to defeat that bugger over there, to get home." He motioned with his cain at the person in the distance, who was Cain, well little did Amos knew who that person was but Mr. Universe, he knew everything. He was the one to step them both up after all. Amos glanced in the distance, as he sighed softly. "I do not wish to destroy this world, Cagliostro." He said, as he looked up at him. "Oh you silly. You will be merely destroying a useless Pocket Dimension. The pests that live in this 'Valucre' world will survive. Don't worry about it." Mr. Universe said reassuringly, as he nodded his head. Amos lifted an eyebrow. "The what now?" He asked. One small detail Mr. Universe forgot to mention, was that he initially is a Fourth-Wall Breaker. So he immediately knew what Universe they were in. He sighed. "Right, I forgot." He mentioned, referring to himself that Amos wasn't a Fourth-Wall Breaker. "Don't worry about it. Just fight and we'll get over with it soon. You are the strongest there is, after all." He amusingly laughed to himself. The man rolled his eyes as he walked towards Cain. Right of the bat, even when he was in a different Universe. There was no fear inside of Amos, only hope and an overwhelming sensation of strength. Once the two were at a noticeable distance from each other, but close enough to make conversation, Amos asked. "Who're you supposed to be?" He asked. @amenities
  11. Morgan essentially forgot about Ozymandias, who was originally fighting against Ramesses. Now, he was just standing beside the rotating infinity symbol which Morgan initially attacked. There, he learned that it was Ramesses' weak spot. It didn't take long for him to realize what was happening, as he had Scarlet scan Ramesses' system one more time, to find out that the Tian Titan was indeed alive. He was silent during the match-up. There wasn't anything to be said that hasn't already been said. Morgan knew what he needed to do, and if he defeated this Ramesses character, Cain will recruit him it seems. He didn't know what Cain's plan was, however, he was sure about one thing. That he will find out about it soon enough. The Scarlet System showed that Ramesses was being controlled by cain. Which was 40% of its composure and the 60% was the Tian Titan's program. Cain must have some sort of same abilities like Morgan has, either that or he controlled the Titan's mind. It didn't matter, in the end, because Morgan knew he wasn't going to lose. There was no chance in hell he will allow such a thing. Perhaps, he wasn't sure how he will win, but he sure as hell was sure that he won't be losing. There were a few close calls when he boldly sped up towards Ramesses, he saw the attack coming. But, speed was something Ramesses lacked. Even without the safety-mode, Ramesses appeared to always have that disadvantage. And now, with the Demon inside of Barbatos released, it was only prolonging the inevitable as the strength of Barbatos, increased tenfold. The sudden series of infinity symbols that appeared out of nowhere, around the Tian Titan's body haven't been unnoticed. Someone as perceptive and spatially aware, as Morgan, couldn't miss it. Very clearly, it was a way on how Ramesses was healed. But if he unleashed the electromagnetic launcher again towards Cain, Ramesses would simply take the hit once again. Perhaps, it may seem as a handicap at first for Morgan, but he could use that to his advantage. Thus, he would take damage beyond repair, costing the Titan's armor and the ability to fight anymore. Morgan watched how Barbatos' mace slammed hard into the gigantic vents of Ramesses' mouthpiece. It tore his entire maw away with the jagged and traumatizing force. Clearly, the weapon was too fast for Ramesses to handle. He wondered in that moment, what would have happened, if he used his katana. Probably Barbatos could have slashed through Ramesses' head clean. It was more of a nit-pick depicting his decision, as the attacks continued to hit and land on Ramesses, causing much damage on the Tian Titan's body. The mace was so close in decapitating Ramesses, but he managed to dodge it and narrowly make Morgan miss Ramesses' cranium. However, the mace was embedded in the top of the chestplate. He easily removed it, as Barbatos was positioned right in front of the destruction he caused on Ramesse' mouth, as the downward swing of Barbatos' mace finished, Morgan saw the giant speaker, with the front smashed away by the mace. Even with them damaged, there came the timeless mage's words that told him to do it. Quickly, he noticed how Ramesses' arm attempted to wrap around the lower half of Barbatos, with the mace already lodged out previously. Barbatos smacked Ramesses' arm away from him, before he pointed with the electromagnetic rail gun at Ramesses' already damaged head. There was no last words, nothing came out of the speakers of the Scarlet Devil, as there was a chain reaction inside the barrel before it fired another destructive beam of plasma energy, at this close range. Ramesses' chances in dodging this thing were low, very low. @amenities
  12. [----Basics----] Name: Amos Gómez Aliases: Esperan Prime, The Protector, Humanity's Symbol of Hope, Distar of Strength and Hope, God of Strength and Hope Alignment: Lawful Good Affiliation: The Protectors Home: Washington D.C. Race: Proto-Distar Sexuality: Heterosexual, Straight Gender: Male Marital Status: Single Age: 50 years old Apparent Age: 32 years old [----Physical Appearance----] Voice: Smooth, Pleasant, Genuine, Strong. Eyes: Green eyes Skin: White Height: 6 feet and 4 inches Weight: 195 lbs Build: Muscular, Ripped and Lean Hair: Short blonde hair Accessories: A serpent tattoo that curls all the way around his right arm. Appearance: Amos doesn't strike as someone intimidating, his stature and pose while muscular and dominant. He isn't someone that wants to inspire fear through his body language. At first glance, he appears to be nothing but a innocent soul that wants to do the right thing. However, he can be imposing and intimidating at times, depending if he chooses or not due to him, know how to enact his body language. [----Personality----] Demeanor: Amos is a good man with a good heart but sometimes it is hard to be a good man in a world that doesn’t deserve him. He isn’t your typical boy scout either but he stands for fairness and social equality among people. At first, he may seem like a distant guy that you find a hard time approaching but once you get to know him. You would see that he is quite the softy with a golden heart. However, if he feels too good, fair warning, he will tease you and joke around in kidding with your way. He never really means anything he says when he teases but one should not take him lightly when he is serious because he means every word. Amos has been taught to treat everyone the same, no matter race, color, and religion. While he has these good traits of his, that doesn’t mean he isn’t a flawed person. He does sometimes stray into the revenge path and can be cruel, it’s not that he willingly does it but as a kid, he had a lot of rage issues, so he tries to keep them in check. It is as if a demon is manifesting inside of him that sometimes takes control when he loses his cool. Nevertheless, when pointed to the right path Amos will rise above himself for the greater good. While he is no wisdom person, he knows a thing or two about life. [----Powers and Abilities----] Proto-Distar Physiology: Esperan is one of a kind cosmic entity or deity. It can be said that he is a Demi-God but his abilities are succeeding that of them, including his own Distarian kind, who’re truly Gods. The difference between Alpha-Distar also known as simply Distar, and Proto-Distar is that the Distars were naturally born Gods. A Proto-Distar is achievable if one is close in becoming a God or simply is chosen by the Distars and grants that user a significant power boost that allows them to achieve Godhood. What makes Proto-Distars so dangerous than Distars is that their nature is unpredictable and Esperan has far succeeded any of the Thirteen Primordial Distars, including Zydus himself who was believed to be the strongest being in the Multiverse next to The Almighty, The God of The Multiverse, The Only Omnipotent One. Just like Distars, Esperan is a Transcendent Being, existing in a state of being free from the constraints of the material world. While Esperan wasn’t from birth a Distar, he was a human that was granted the powers of being a Proto-Distar, a born new god, thus overcoming the limitations of physical existence and also being independent of it. Esperan lives outside of Existence itself and his true form is not affected by anything and everything, not by time, space, matter, reality, causality, probability, possibility, absurdity, and all things and so on. What everyone sees in the physical plane of existence is his manifested avatar form. Esperan’s avatar form is physically and mentally beyond essentially all forms of harm, however, other beings of similar status can potentially harm him. His powers are incomprehensible to the outside viewers, for he is the only being in Existence that was able to use The Almighty’s Omnipotence, which is thought to be almost impossible. But it was proven because Esperan destroyed Zydus’s true form which is meant to not be affected by anything, but The God of The Multiverse created him and thus was able to kill him and essentially with this, Esperan can kill anyone and anything. While he can enter into the material plane of existence in his true form, even as a Proto-Distar that could be catastrophic, therefore a Distar is not meant to unleash their full form because the very fabric of nature, reality, space and time will tear asunder and annihilate anything and everything from existence itself for the literal embodiment is not meant to sustain or comprehend these complex godly beings. For he is immanent, as his true being is outside existence thus both independent and outside of everything that happens to his manifested avatar form. Esperan perceives existences in a completely different and transcendent way, he can achieve things that are beyond the understanding of every being, including the Distars themselves. Strength Infinitum: Esperan has the strength that increases over time without limit to how strong he can become and can increase his strength for essentially forever. This makes his potential for strength limitless and immeasurable, allowing him to perform any feat of strength in time. With training, Esperan has learned to control his might to help himself in situations that require greater strength. Absolute Strength: Esperan is able to go toe-to-toe and surpass the strongest of beings with nothing but the raw force of his physical blows. Any level of weight he needs to lift or move is irrelevant as his body can emit limitless amounts of force that can repel an object of any mass. With his ability, he can travel massive distances in a single jump, unleash strikes of unparalleled might, obliterate massive life forms with one hit, cause destructive quakes by smashing the ground, shatter planets with his fists, tear through space-time anomalies with his strength, etc. It should also be noted that he is immune to all powers that could manipulate, affect or rob him of his strength. Energy Manipulation: Esperan can create, shape and manipulate energy, the capacity to cause change: one of the most basic quantitative properties of a system, such as an object or a field of energy. Energy can be transformed among a number of forms that may each manifest and be measurable in differing ways, The law of conservation of energy states that the energy of a system can increase or decrease only by transferring it in or out of the system, thus the total energy of a system can be calculated by simple addition when it composed of multiple non-interacting parts or has multiple distinct forms of energy. Common physical forms of energy include the kinetic energy of a moving object, the radiant energy carried by light and other electromagnetic radiation, and various types of potential energy such as gravitational and elasticity. Energy Absorption: Esperan can absorb various forms of energy while removing it from the source, into their body and use it in various ways, gaining some form of advantage. Either by enhancing himself, gaining the drained power, using it as a power source, etc. Either temporarily or permanently. Energy Attacks: Esperan can release energy to attacks of various shapes and intensities, either projected, used as a part of melee attacks, etc. From huge rays of pure energy that can knock over or even obliterate dozens of targets, or slightly singe them. Energy Constructs: Esperan can turn energy into tools, objects, weapons and other items, create semi-living constructs, and create structures of varying permanence. Esperan has mastered this ability and can use it for almost any situation, creating anything he needs. Energy Resistance: Esperan is able to withstand various forms of energy, concussive, electrical or heat-based attacks. Time Manipulation: Esperan can manipulate the time in the general area or a specific target in various manners, the basics revolving around accelerating, slowing, stopping and even rewinding or looping. The range of area that is affected by Esperan is proportional to what he sets it out to be, it can be on a planetary scale, spatial scale, galactic scale, universal and multiversal. Esperan can also affect the entire space and time continuum as a whole, thus making him the supreme being over Time and Space. Since time exists and flows within space, the two are interrelated, and by manipulating time, Esperan is basically distorting space proportionally. The effects of this relative distortion can vary, such as controlling the time of a mere object or person may not affect the space they reside in, but to twist the time-stream of a region of space can cause the area itself to warp. And so due to time existing in the entire Multiverse, manipulating it can affect it on a grand scale. Time Energy Manipulation: Esperan can manipulate the energy of the flow of time, allowing him to condense time into a quasi-tangible form and energy while also utilizing it for more physical usage, as opposed to simply controlling time itself. This includes constructs and firing blasts of temporal energy. By controlling the energy of flow and time, Esperan can force time to move and stop at various rates, ride the flow to teleport through space and time, concentrate it into a gateway through time and Space-Time Rifts. The fast currents of time energy can be even used to deflect attacks at amplified velocity, and, at higher intensities, can cause victims to disintegrate due to the physical body being unable to keep up with the flow of time. Meta Space-Time Manipulation: Esperan can manipulate the space-time continuum of every reality, whether it be a higher dimension, a parallel universe, a dream world, etc. He is able to bend, distort, and alter the very fabric of existence anywhere and everywhere to his desire, even locations where time and space don't even exist. This includes the boundaries that separate the different worlds and planes from one another, which can be utilized to reach cosmic endeavors. Such as combining timelines, merging worlds and locations, even switching and replacing things between dimensions. In essence, Esperan is able to exploit anything within the confines of The Multiverse for his benefit. Absolute Intelligence: Esperan’s intellectual faculties transcend virtually all other sentient beings in his Multiverse. Said faculties include their mental capacity and concentration, mental calculation and computation, cognition and competence, with and ingenuity, memory capacity, mental perception, mental focus, thought processing, learning capacity, deductive reasoning, visualization, analyzation, composure, instinct, awareness, knowledge, creativity, intuition, mentality, etc. Reality Warping: Esperan can create, shape and manipulate reality just by thinking about it, while weaker beings are limited to what is already considered “real”, Esperan being the strongest Distar, can make changes from nothing. With his power, he can alter something as tangible as physics and The Multiverse to something inconceivable like logic. Reality-Level Manipulation: Esperan can create, shape and manipulate layers and levels of existence, including conceptual and metaphysical levels such as levels of dreaming, thought, subconsciousness, and higher consciousness, etc. All the way down to the base and foundation of reality itself. Reality Energy Manipulation: Esperan can create, shape and manipulate the pandimensional, interspatial and ouranochronal energies which power and stabilize all of known existence. As the dynamic force of permeates metaphysical and even omni physical reality, this enables Esperan to interact with the megastructures of possibilities and probability, manipulating and utilizing alternate timelines, infinite dimensions and accesses different and iterations of the cosmos sequestered throughout the underlying of realities. Cosmic Manipulation: Esperan can create, shape and manipulate cosmic energies to produce nearly any effect he desires, including the molecular restructuring and transmutation of matter, the manipulation of matter across space and time, the creation of force fields, creation of inter-dimensional portals and vortices, telekinesis, and cosmic awareness. Cosmic Energy Manipulation: Esperan can create, shape and manipulate cosmic energy that's drawn from stars, planets, galaxies, etc. Absolute Condition: Esperan has a supreme mental and physical condition. His, strength, speed, durability, stamina, agility, endurance, dense tissue, reflexes, senses and etc, are vastly superior to that of all other lower beings of caliber, except that of a Distar, because through history there have been more powerful Distars, and Esperan is the strongest Distar in Distarian History. His abilities if applied to the lesser beings are often if not always absolute levels of abilities, that are incomprehensible. Invulnerability: Esperan is invulnerable to a high extent, being the most durable out of the Distars. Only specific weapons that were created to harm Distars or Distars that are on his level of power can stand a chance in possessing harm to him. Regenerative Healing Factor: Esperan can rapidly regenerate. In other words, he can recreate lost or damaged tissues, organs and limbs at a fast rate. Esperan is generally in very good physical shape as his body is constantly reverting to a healthy state, granting him nigh-inexhaustible stamina and vitality. At his highest level, he can regenerate not just their cellular tissues, but also his DNA, undoing genetic mutations and breakdown, as well as maintaining one's youth by extending telomeres. This also gives him immunity to diseases and infections, undoing any unwanted symptoms, as well as providing a form of self-sustenance, foregoing the need for oxygen and food intake. Omnilingualism: Esperan can speak, write, understand and communicate in any language, including computer codes, languages they have never heard before, sign language, lip-reading, illegible words, and backward speech and writing with litter or no training. He can also communicate with non-human animals and read body language. Toxin and Disease Resistance: Esperan is immune and resistant to all sorts of poisons, toxic drugs, toxicity, and diseases. Power Sense: Esperan can sense the presence of powerful beings throughout the Multiverse without any limitations whatsoever. Semi-Immortality: Esperan can never age and as a result, he stays young forever and never suffers the ravages of aging. Because of this, he always will be at his best physical prime, while also being immune to aging abilities, such as Age Acceleration or Reversal. Nigh-Omnipotence: Like any other being in The Multiverse, Esperan is a Nigh-Omnipotent one. The reason is that there actually is a God that is all-powerful and nothing can overthrow his strength. However, he is one spot lower than The God of The Multiverse, and third, being Zydus whom he defeated. Power of God: Esperan is essentially the only one that can tap into the powers of God and achieve omnipotent level feats which allowed him to destroy Zydus’ true form which is impossible. Should Esperan ever need to tap into the powers of God, he will and eventually win the inevitable battle that would fall in his favor for nothing can defeat the unlimited, limitless, incomprehensible and no knowing bounds, strength, and power of The Almighty God. Flight: Esperan can fly at faster than light speeds and achieve even greater speeds than that if he pushes himself, being in a place almost instantly. Hope Embodiment: Esperan is the living physical manifestation and personification of hope and gains the ability to feed on the hope of everyone and everything including himself. He can convert hope into energy and use it as a full source to extend his own lifespan or as a weapon. He essentially never ages and can be immune to death unless certain conditions are met. Strength Embodiment: Esperan is the physical manifestation and personification of strength. He gains the ability to feed off of the strength of others or himself in order to get stronger. He can aslo induce large amounts of strength to others whether physical, emotional, mental, or spiritual. [----Esperan Prime Form----]
  13. The electromagnetic beam that had been shot by Barbatos' Rail Gun was intercepted by Rameses, saving Cain and the Infinity Symbol that was initially Morgan's intention in blasting it all the way to hell. However, it was certainly fascinating to see how Ramesses landed in between Barbatos and Cain, taking on the full destructive beam that ended up costing the massive machine's entire hand, which blew apart. Morgan chackled slightly, enjoying the fireworks he created, unintentionally however. This much was sure, that Cain was the source of Ramesses' power. While Morgan sat inside Barbatos' cockpit, he had his arms crossed while his right leg swooped over the other. His fingers gripping the chin of the helmet, while he was thinking. He pressed his lips together as he had a sudden epiphany. Was Ramesses alive? Could it be that this entire time, Barbatos was fighting a mechanical being that was taking orders from that floating man with the infinity symbol? Much was sure, that this Ramesses being was not partially mechanic but more bionic, so there must have been some techno-organic biology in his physiology. "Perhaps, if I get close to it I may be able to take control." Morgan thought to himself. "If it has any technology in it. I should be able to do so." He stated, while the fighting was going on. He was a good multi task person, while he was facing off against Ramesses he was thinking about something else entirely. Like how to take Ramesses down as fast as possible, or what his weak spots were. Barbatos glanced at the eyes of Ramesses, the Scarlet Devil's hues glowed in a bright green, as Ramesses began to talk out of nowhere. The words from Ramesses were uttered from audible loud speakers. Morgan paid attention the Titan as he talked. "It was just as I thought. He is alive." He stated as he heard the offer, if Morgan defeated Ramesses, this Cain person would ask if he could join. Probably he was talking about an Organization of some sorts. It wouldn't be a bad idea, however, the cost would be tremendously high. Morgan didn't work for anyone and his paycheck, surely didn't come cheap. "Well, duh you dingus." Scarlet spoke out of the blow, as her shell appeared by materializing out of nothing seemingly. Morgan glanced at the shell. "The hell you came from?" He asked. "Back into your spot." He stated. Scarlet sighed exasperatedly. "Just so you know, you won't be able to take down that behemoth with just blunt force alone." She adds before she disappeared again. "No shit." Morgan deadpanned. The Devil's Advocate turned his attention towards Ramesses, but before he could say anything. The Behemoth slapped Barbatos off of his feet. Thankfully, Morgan had the fast reaction time, so Barbatos blocked the upcoming blunt force attack with his forearms before landing onto the ground. The claws of his feet digging into the ground as the back wings of Barbatos stopped the Gundam from going any further back. Scarlet was right, he couldn't simply take on alone something with force, when clearly, Barbatos was at a disadvantage when it came to size. It was one of these instances that size didn't really matter. Well, at least not for Morgan as he knew that Barbatos wasn't fully revealing its original capabilities. He glanced at the safety switch, there was no other way. He had to turn it off and allow the data to source in and out on him. He partially didn't care about this deal. Morgan just wanted to kill Ramesses and be done with it. Suddenly, he turned the loud speakers on and Morgan Morton spoke through them. "Alright, Cain." He said. "I'll kill your toy. Just know, that my paycheck, doesn't come cheap." He stated before closing the speakers back off. Morgan took a deep breath, his lungs filled with air before he exhaled the air out. His hands around the control system shift in position, locking his initial grip around the controls with a tighter hold. He unlocked the safety mode of Barbatos. Doing so, it allowed Morgan to have more access to data and the nanomachines that coursed through the cord that was connecting the man and the machine together. Barbatos' hues' color changed into a bloody crimson red as the engines trundle at a faster pace. "Alright, Barbatos." He spoke to the machine. "It's time to hunt. We can't afford to hold back." Barbatos' wings spread widely as he hunched forward, like an animal even as the exhaust thrusters ignited with flames. The Scarlet King reached out for his large blunt mace weapon, slamming it onto the ground. There was a brief moment of silence, much similar to a western stand off but instead of being between two people, it was between two machines. "Let's go, Barbatos!" He calls out as the Gundam dashes forward, the wings igniting the thrusters as he flew towards Ramesses faster as the Gundam hopped off the ground with incredible speed. There was something different now, something entirely. Barbatos' speed increased tenfold, he was much faster than before. If Ramesses had a problem keeping up with Barbatos' safety mode on, then perhaps this was it for the giant behemoth as right in a blink of an eye....Barbatos appeared in front of Ramesses. The Gundam swung the giant and thick mace head towards the Giant's face, should the land hit. The impact would be tremendously stronger, than Barbatos' previous attacks, almost enough to fully jerk the Giant's head back. Morgan worked quickly, as used the controls. The man becoming even more spatially aware with innate senses. Barbatos popped the rail gun immediately and blasted the electromagnetic beam into Ramesses face before quickly vanishing and flying around him. Once he was behind, he dashed forward and slammed the mace on Ramesses' back, before pulling the mace upwards in a slashing manner as Barbatos quickly flew away once again, and appeared up in the sky. He was far up, above Ramesses even as the Scarlet Devil glanced at the behemoth. Barbatos' left hand spread opened with his rex claws, inside his palm, there were hellish black flames manifesting into a large ball. He directed his hand towards Ramesses before throwing the hell-fire ball at Ramesses, should it be successful and hit Ramesses, there would be another earth quaking explosion as Barbatos flew towards him in a diving position. Once the Scarlet King was in close proximity, he held onto the mace's handle tightly before slamming it against Ramesses' head with all of the power he could muster into one strike, as he used also the thrusters to add to the weight of his attack. @amenities
  14. The Omenson noticed her annoyed tone as she asked him if he ever was in a good mood for formalities. In fact, he was, however, he didn't think his own Father would cast him out of his own paradise due to a fight. Perhaps, Magnus may have stepped out of line but casting problems out, never really did work out. Either way, Magnus wasn't look for forgiveness. He was looking for justification. Surely, the two could have talked it out and come up with a compromise but the man simply didn't want to listen. And now, he was cast down on Earth with a mortal that doesn't show respect or gratitude. "I do have good moods, yes." Magnus replied as he nodded his head. "However, now I don't have one." He shook his head. "What about you put yourself in my shoes and watch, how your father banishes you to a place you barely know." He stated, as he crossed his arms while looking at her. Certainly, he didn't speak with arrogance but he wanted at least some understanding on her part. When she mentioned she understood him, she stated that she was making sure she wasn't hallucinating or having a dream of sorts. So she clearly didn't believe him the first time. Of course, typically, humans always viewed themselves as the center of the universe. If they only knew how largely insignificant they were in comparison to the grand scheme of things. He looked down for a moment before his eyes reverted back onto her figure. She surely wasn't afraid of him, but she was quite disrespectful and unmannered in his view. However, she eventually shared her name. Her name was Araceli. It surely did sound like a beautiful name that rolled on the person's tongue with ease. Even so, he was still contemplating if he should call her by her name and not mortal. Though, it was a lot to ask for. Especially someone like Magnus who was quite prideful and had an ego of the size of a planet. Still, she didn't stop there as she stated that he will be staying with her and because of that, she had a few rules he had to follow, if he didn't follow them, then he would need a better human that could help him on his quest. Magnus sighed, as he dropped his arms. "Alright, let's hear...your requests." He said as he listened in on her. Her first rule consisted in him respecting the rules of her household. Magnus understood her to some point. Him trying to roam around her place and rule it was disrespectful towards her open helping hand, with much to his distaste, he appreciated. Although, she wished for him to respect her, in the end, it wasn't something he was incapable off. However, she didn't do anything as of yet to earn Magnus respect that she thinks she deserves. Sure, he would give her common decency, but respect was earned not given. And she had to do a lot of things to possibly earn the respect of a God. He sighed once again as he dropped his stoic shoulders in defeat, who was he kidding? He thought he was a God but he had no way of showing her the truth. Not without his weapon, and now he was stuck with her. Magnus slowly looked back at her, his expression completely changing. "Alright...Araceli." He said, she might notice he didn't say mortal even though, he forced himself to not say it. "I'll follow your rules." He nodded his head. "In exchange for information and a place to stay, just like we said." He mentioned as he looked at her, shaking his head to her question. "I have no questions." "Perhaps...one I say." He pointed out. "Where is your place?" He asked. "And how do we get there?" @Aleksei
  15. The Sky began to snow ever so spontaneously, the Cold Mountains clouded by snow clouds that were dropping snowflakes all over the land. The cold blizzard would ignite without warning, the Mountains filled with nothing but the snow and the sound of the cold icy blizzard. Then there was a stump into a pile of snow, the snow crushing under the person's heavy and big boot. It seemed that Jack wasn't the only visitor the Bath House would receive. After all, the place was essentially made to protect and house everyone across all places. No matter their backgrounds, but it seems that through time. People have lost the meaning of the place and now see it as a place to go to relax. However, this man, he wasn't planning on resting or relaxing in the soothing baths the place had to offer. It was, on the contrary, this man was on a mission and he came from a far far away land across this region of the area, into the Cold Mountains. His bulky and giant figure stood still like a rook as the blizzard violently moved in every direction, his cape that was made out of an animal's fur would swing drastically towards his right, as it was taken by the current that didn't affect the man. His brutish and tall form stood about six feet and nine inches. He was indeed a very tall and muscular man, his complexion is pale in comparison with the snow with his black short locks and trimmed beard, his eyes as hot as the sun in that amber-like color. The fellow Viking didn't seem to flinch due to the extreme cold. It virtually didn't bother him, as his armor plates hugged his body incredibly well. Designed to take the form and shape of his extremely tough and muscular body. His greatsword sheathed on his back, as he vaguely walked around towards the feeling he was sensing from afar. His name was Osvif Thorvaldsson, the Truth. He is one of the Ten Commandments. They were known as incredibly powerful individuals, Legends of Old myths to be specific, as they were thought to be extinct or disbanded, even so, it seems that Fate has brought Osvif on a path that would intertwine with Jack's again. The Warrior Viking stopped in his tracks, his amber hues gazed at the village in the distance. He sets his course and eventually enters the village. Some people gave him strange looks of shock, disbelief and even fear. Some knew who this was, most of them were elders and the others simply didn't care and neither did Osvif. It didn't take long for him to find himself standing before the Village's famous place called Sakure Onsen Bathhouse. His left eyebrow lifted slightly as he brought his hand and pushed open the door as the blizzard would open it shut. The people inside the establishment would see a tall and intimidating man. His aura was much different than Jack’s, his dominance inspired fear and dread as the snowy blizzard brushed through him. Osvif took a step inside the establishment and once he was in, his hand gripped the door and slammed the door shut. The expression on his face, he appeared to be an angry man, not someone you'd want to be on his bad side. His hues examined the place thoroughly, taking in bits of photographic information about the place before he walked towards the receptionist's counter. "I'm Osvif Thorvaldsson, the Truth. One of the Ten Commandments. I request that you show me the list of your recent costumres. I'm searching for someone and I believe that someone is here." He stated. Meanwhile, inside Gwen's Bedroom Upon Jack inspecting the room, it was apparent to him that Gwen had an oriental style of decor. Her walls depict great battles with oriental style demons and dragons. At the epiphany he smirked lightly, it reminded him of those stories he used to listen to when he was a child. Demons riding Dragons into battle with Angels fighting. Little did he know then that those stories were true in some way. Once you realize the world you live in, the line between what was essentially fantasy and fiction blurs together with the world's harsh reality. When she thanked him, he slightly reverted his gaze back at her, before she mentioned that it served a great use in entertaining the men she invited to her bed. His eyebrow lifted more just like her smirk grew, was she insisting that she had sexual contact and pleasure with these men? Most likely, however, he couldn't depict if she was a succubus or not. No, she couldn't be. She was different but didn't know what exactly. He never met a Demon like her, and much unbeknownst to her. Jack was on a mission, the fact that he was here, may have been by coincidence or fate who gave her the vision about him, was essentially important to Jack's journey. Even so, he played it casual and smirked back. "My oh my, do we have a naughty one." He mentioned before he briefly chuckled for a moment. "I do so wonder what these men could have given you in return, for a..." He paused for a moment as he clicked his tongue. "...pleasures one night stand." He dreamingly brought his eyes up, before shrugging at the idea of fantasizing, due to the fact, that it didn't interest him in a specific way. He could sense something troubling inside of her, it was clearly an annoyance that she felt. It didn't take long for Jack to realize as to why, due to him, barging into her room like that. While also making himself at home as she didn't have much saying there. Just like him, she was going with his chaotic flow. Gwen seemed to give Jack the time he wanted with her, to have a simple 'chat'. Even so, with Jack it wasn't just a simple chat, this much she would know because of his flirtatious personality. As he learned that Jack wasn't the first to feel at home in her personal chambers, he did wonder how many egotistic or prideful men she had encountered. Possibly many, while he couldn't depict her age quite accurately, she was old. Probably even older than Jack was, which entailed that she had experience and much knowledge. "Well, I surely don't feel like I'll be the last, but who knows." He shrugged indifferently, her feisty tone grew more and more and it was bluntly obvious that she was in such a mood. "Someone's feisty." He flatly remarked before he took a swig out of his drink. While the conversation progressed, Gwen found herself to be laughing at him boldly pointing out that karma was the thing that hit her in the back. Her laughter brought a playfulness on his lips. "Well, I suppose it is much better than being poked with a shtick." He winked teasingly, letting her have the imagination for that low-key comeback he came up with all of the sudden. Once she was back to her normal self or wasn't at least laughing anymore as she calmed down. She did recognize that she left him hanging last night, however, Jack wasn't particularly hurt by her leaving him hanging, no. Jack lifted his right hand and brought it behind his head, he rubbed the back of his head as he slightly laughed. "I'm not hurt by that." He said casually. "Sure, it would have been a wild night. Either way, I did use the sleep I had. Any further requirements of my body, would have tired me out greatly." He spoke, already thinking that Gwen would understand him and by this point, how wouldn't she understand him? After that, Jack reached with his hand towards his glass and took it in his grip, as he stood up while she challenged him to get to know her, if he could that was. He suddenly began to step around her room, it was spacious enough for him to do so. "C'mon, Gwen, you also have to work with me here." He mentioned as he gestured with his hands. "You can play hard to get all you want. However, even you will realize that it'll get boring very fast if you simply don't have fun." He said, as he brought his glass towards his mouth and had a sip, before he moved it out of the way as he gave her a mischievous smirk. "And from what I can tell, dear Gwen." He walked slowly towards her, upon being in close proximity with her. He placed the glass down and leaned slightly forward, he noticed how she put her leg over the other, thus revealing her beautiful soft skin, his eyes looked at her with some innate desire of her. "You are a person that likes to have fun." He stated. Behind him there was a stool that was in front of Gwen, as he sat down. She would notice that his radiating presence was more intense up close. "Otherwise, why play so hard to get?" He asked as he spread his arms slightly away from his body. "Why have this beautiful barset, if you are not going to indulge in such pleasures acts." He mentioned, he certainly had that devil-ish familiar vibe to him. Was he really not the son of Satan? Nah, he couldn't be, even so he did had quite the fantastic looks to him. If someone asked, he'd normally respond with that he had them from his mother. "Alas..." He rested his left hand on his left thigh, while his grey-ish eyes never left her heated gaze. "Just by looking at you, I can tell you are someone who is much older than I am." He said. "If you're interested. I'm about three thousand years old. I have been through quite a lot." He nodded his head lightly, his eyes reverting towards his drink as he caught it. His hand brought it towards his view, he slowly jerked it in circle, letting the ice cubes tap the bottom of the glass ever so slightly. "But, I feel like you have much more experience and knowledge than I." He looked at her for a moment, before he brought the drink towards his soft lips and had a graceful sip. "As you know from yesterday's little chat. I'm a Half-Demon, a incredible rare breed. Due to how unoften Demons fall in love with Humans." Jack placed the glass back down, his eyes passionately stared at it. That moment, when he was staring at the alcoholic liquid. It reminded him of water, much like his emotions which were all over the place. "Still..." His eyes reverted back at her, they had a totally different feel and look to them. "I'm not just any Half-Demon. I'm the son of Donorath. The Demon Lord of Hell." He said. "I'm sure you are quite familiar with him, every demon is essentially." He mentioned. "The paintings you have on your wall." He pointed with his thumb at them. "The Demons riding Dragons and whatnot. They aren't just for decor purposes. They mean something, they're probably stories of the old days." He glanced at them. "When Donorath was still a fighter and much more a conquer." He chuckled slightly. "Even so, something changed his mind and then a few years later. I came into the world." He stated. "So tell me, Gwen." He called out to her. "What are you, be honest." He rested his elbow on the counter, as he looked at her. "What kind of...abilities do you have?" He asked. "What is initially your story? Because, of course, I could talk about myself for countless hours." He smirked as he shook his head. "But, I wasn't raised that way. My Human Mother made sure I was raised a fine gentleman." He said, as he smiled slightly while looking at her. "So do tell." He nodded his head, shifting the circle of attention on her. @Eternity
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