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・・・】 God: Baal
・・・】 God Slayer: @Fierach
・・・】 OOC: Thread


Lava bursts and flows over the cracked ground; terrible heat covers Baal as he stomps forth towards the encampments freckling the area. He swings his mighty sword in confusion, flicking lava and debris against rock and sand. Surrounding him is a growing wall of flames.

   
         
     

 

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Upon wings of fire, a silver star fell screaming out of the sky.

As he neared the ground, James pulled up hard on the controls of his hoverbike, reining the powerful machine in and leveling it out over the blasted landscape, humming along at a pitched pace. His heart sang to be riding again. James had a motorcycle a long time ago, a favored vehicle, but it was destroyed in one of the many attempts that had been made on his life over the years, and it had not been replaced up until now. The Order of Force Majeure researchers and scientists outdid themselves, not only successfully reverse-engineering the Kadian personal transport craft they had recovered in the ruins of the Harrowing, but added to it as well. Although much of the original's graceful lines had been sadly destroyed, the compensation was an increase in durability, reliability, and performance, perfect for an elite organization like the Force Majeure to conduct fast raids and travel.

The vehicle's powerful engines roared as James gunned it, and he streaked towards the flaming behemoth in the distance.

Baal would no longer blight this world when he was done with him.

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There wasn’t much to chronicle about the beginning of the encounter between Daemonslayer and Deity. There Baal stood, aflame in all of his glory, but looking somewhat stupefied at the comparability small mortal who came before him riding a strange mechanical Pegasus. There was no heroic pose or challenge. The Daemoslayer didn't even state his name. All James did was point at Baal him and give him a chance to surrender peacefully and remove himself from the mortal lands, and return to his pantheon in the ethereal realm, far away removed from affecting the daily lives of Men. The way James said it made it more akin to a demand of course.

Baal, as a response, swept his flaming sword at him.

And thus battle was joined.

It was a blow that might have sundered mountains, yet James had no intention of matching strength against the god. He was still upon his hoverbike, and he hit the throttle, twisting the machine out of the way with a wave of flame in its wake. Goading the maddened god on, he led Baal away from the encampments the fire god had been approaching, towards an even more desolate part of the landscape. The less chance for collateral damage, the better... besides, as powerful as James was, a deity was not something one dealt with lightly. As always, the Daemonslayer had a plan.

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Had it been a race, James would have far outpaced Baal on his bike, god or not. Instead the Daemonslayer danced just outside of the fire god's range, goading him. A few fireballs were artfully dodged, the vehicle kicking up ash and dust in the wake of flame and fiery maneuvers, and James replied with taunts. Baal grew ever more angered at the insults the mortal threw his way. If Baal had been in a right state of mind, he might have realized he was playing into James’s hands, but even at the height of his power, before the mind-poison took hold of him, the fire god had not been known as the most introspective of beings.

Eventually, James lured him over to a predetermined spot. When it came to fighting non-mortals, James often "played dirty", although in his estimation, there was nothing inherently unfair about using everything in one's disposal against deities. There were gods, and then there were gods; Baal fell in the former estimation for the Daemonslaye, not a true god, but certainly dangerous and powerful enough he could be considered as such by most standards. True gods could never walk the mortal earth, they were far beyond that of a human, they were intangible beings, abstract concepts, the dark corners of mortal psyches given life as cunning mirrors. To rise to be able to best such an entity would be to become a god themselves, to abandon their mortality in favor of... something else.

Many sought that something else. Most believed that it made them greater, be in in power, influence, immortality, or other such benefits. James knew better. He would never rise to such a height to defeat a god. 

He sent a coded signal on a transmitter. A few seconds later, the sky cracked open as the Imperator Bellum tore open time and space and reshaped the clouds with its sudden presence, warping into the area. It stayed at a safe and far distance, but launched a swarm of black dots at Baal, although none of them were actually targeted at him. As they closed with extraordinary speed, the dots resolved themselves into the appearance of giant, black crystal spikes, studding the landscape. A few more moments and they would resolve themselves to be a giant ring, hemming in both god and mortal. Nullification pylons, created from the melding of Order of Force Majeure antimagic magetech, and black exalta crystals from caverns touched by Whispernight. They would greatly weaken Baal's overall power.

After all, like any good and truly nasty individual, James knew it was much easier to beat the shit out of somebody after dragging them down to his level.

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The pylons worked their arcane wonders. Each spike brought forth a fresh howl from Baal just from being driven down near him. Each black pylon was as a herald of doom as he felt his divinity slip away from him, his powers becoming reduced in strength. Nearby, James was not immune either. While the null spikes were calibrated to deal with beings of immense magical and supernatural power, he felt his own abilities being dampened, smothered like an guttering flame.

James didn’t really mind. Take away his powers and the Daemonslayer was still one of the finest martial artists of his time, with a body forged like steel, tempered with iron discipline and surpassing will. Fighting giant monsters as more or less an ordinary mortal was half the fun for him some days.

Baal still had some teeth though. The maddened god unleashed another blistering wave of flame, this time wide-spread over an area. It dispersed into a hailstorm of molten shards, aimed to strike at the Daemonslayer nomatter what. Despite the Knight's best efforts maneuvering the bike, skimming it across the blasted plains, molten shards of energy splattered against the sides of the vehicle and damaged it, threatening to eat through the vessel's armor plating and melt the volatile engine workings underneath through half a dozen holes. With a growl of annoyance, James cycled down the hoverbike in an emergency stop, sliding it across the plains in a cloud of soot until the stressed metal stopped screaming at last, and climbed out of the cockpit, bringing his spear along with him.

Time to do this on foot then.

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It was an brutal fight, if one-sided at first. Maddened, the god knew little of strategy, hammering away at the Daemonslayer with powerful, wide swings, with James being knocked away with almost every strike. He was covered in ash and soot from rolling across the ground, and his body ached, but the discerning warrior could see the Master Knight was still breathing in a deliberate, controlled manner.

He took ukemi with every flight, landing easily and rolling to avoid the brute of impact damage. He was solely focused on defense, blocking every blow solidly and bracing for impact, and felt Baal's strength weaken greatly from what it had been at the start. The ebony spikes ringing them drained the godling's potency even as he vented more strength attempting to crack apart the impudent mortal challenging him. Soon, the Daemonslayer began to mirror the god’s form, changing the angles of his defense ever so slightly to lessen the force and deflect the blows instead. The time for counter-attack would come quickly as the parries came sharper, and his spear came closer to striking a return against Baal’s arms when the god roared in fury and leaned back to exhale a mighty blast of flame. It was keen to turn the mortal to ashes.

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James prepared to jump to avoid the blast. In moment he would be able to see an opening to counter-attack, such creatures often were vulnerable around the mouth, and the Daemonslayer counted on it. Thus, when Baal suddenly swiped the flat of its blade from left to right instead, the Daemonslayer was almost caught off guard. He was not able to brace himself against the strike in time, only bring up his spear, and the sheer force behind this blow was unlike the others, knocking the Master Knight clear away as though he were perhaps a child's favorite ball. 

The Daemonslayer skidded away almost a dozen meters before he managed to recover, pounding the ground with an elbow to interrupt his motion and twist himself onto his feet. Baal had not closed the distance, but it was now that he unleashed his breathe, a mighty ball of fire that was larger then a battle golem. The ball of fire sped toward James, intent on incinerating him. 

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The fireball would be intercepted by cascade of water, held tightly together as a shield. The crystal clear liquid hissed and foamed into a spray of steam as the grand fireball attempted to push through, melting away like ablative armor, absorbing the fury of the strike. The Daemonslayer smiled. He didn't even need to look to know who had just aided him, but he looked for her anyway, Selene Belfreid, a Knight of the Zodiac, a steadfast warrior... and he would admit to himself, the woman he loved.

@-Lilium-

Coming up behind him to his side, the beautiful blonde knightess breathed slowly and deliberately with the effort of creating and holding the water shield, but she returned James's look all the same. 

There were no words needed. This was part of the plan. To lure the mad god in,  weaken him, and make him commit. If there gad been overwhelming force arrayed against Baal from the start he might have fled, but now he was fully engaged with James, and now Selene as well. Fear would creep into his heart, and now Baal sought to buy himself time, taking another deep breathe to spew a carpet of fire onto the ground before him. 

From this god-touched surface, the flames began to dance and rise, pulling themselves up on limbs of burning ash. A small horde of fire elementals rose to face James and Selene, who both simply readied their weapons and advanced into the oncoming storm without fear.

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Selene cut through the elementals, her sword a silvered blur traced by cerulean light, evidence of her magic displaying potently along the blade's edge. Her attacking form matched the creatures in their nebulous nature, dancing in and out of reach, slicing through fiery limbs and riposting into their vaporous bodies before twisting the sword free and scattering the remnants with her shield. James was at the front of the murder as well, following his own pattern or rhythm, or seeming lack of. One moment he laid into the elementals as though a berserker, striding through fire and flame, hacking and slashing like a warlord of ancient legend, the next saw him piercing a throat with a thrust that was as light as a whisper of wind. The elementals plunged in on him, seeking to smother him enmasse, but he was no longer there. With speed unmatched, the Daemonslayer flanked them on his own trail of flame, darting out through their encirclement through an opening only he could see. His artifact spear orbited him in a deadly arc and scattered the phantasmal summons as surely as he would’ve if they were more tangible creatures.

The two fought close to each other, but not back to back, for they were beyond that. They were possessed of a trust, born from long days fighting together, long nights dueling the other, and cherished dawns in each other’s arms. There were few that James trusted to be besides him in a murder-make. Selene Belfreid was one of them.

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A few of the elementals assailing the duo closed in, attempting to get within effective range of the Daemonslayer’s spear. One of them attempted to grapple with him and render his weapon immobile while the others flanked him with blades of flame in their hands, but he was a masterful combatant ready for anything. Letting go of his weapon, James smashed the elemental with his fists as surely as he would have if he’d been wielding a mace, picking his spear right back up as it dropped to scythe it around and ward off one of the elementals. Reversing the strike, he slammed the other end of it into the head of another, dissipating flame, stunning it long enough for him to simply just pounce on it and drive the blunt end in with brute force.

The last elemental closed in from behind, only to halt and shatter into a thousand embers as a shimmering sword tip burst from its chest, revealing Selene behind it, having dispatched her group. “Saved you again!” she crowed, eyes twinkling with battle fervor.

I knew you were going to do that” he returned readily with a chuckle. James was confident and skilled enough that even when she thought she figured something out beyond a shadow of a doubt he could make her have second thoughts, and doubt her very eyes. The knightess puffed out her cheeks, looking cross. This man… he was so infuriating, and yet she couldn’t help but be drawn to him. It was an old song and dance between now

With the last of the flame elementals cut down, James advanced toward Baal, his weapon pointed down and out to his side and anticipating Baal's next move. Selene hung back this time, drawing upon her plentiful water magicks to cover his advance. He was the sword and she was the shield.

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With Selene guarding him from the worst of the enemy’s spellwork and watching his blindspot, James attacked fiercely. Baal roared in fury as his casting was interrupted. He had been relying on his summons to buy him time, but now he was being forced to fend off furious strikes from the Daemonslayer’s unnatural spear. His signature ability was hampered, requiring much more effort and concentration then he was used to needing to gather his power, and the mortal’s strength and speed only seemed to have increased in contrast to the Fallen Seraph’s own diminishment.

It would have been a frustrating thing for any mortal to experience, the sudden change in strength of a foe whilst being sapped of power, the ignoble feeling of one’s body not responding as they knew it could. It was a feeling magnified in the breast of a demigod. Each strike exchanged saw its madness becoming more tempered, like worked steel on a forge, and Baal began pressing back against the Daemonslayer. A sharp riposte almost took his head off, demon mask and all, while the man's retreating thrust almost cored into his guts. A wave of flame flared forth from Baal's sword, only to be crashed upon from both sides by a flood of water. Selene's work, undoubtedly, and James launched himself out of the cloud with a fresh strike at the demigod's head.

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Baal slipped aside at the last moment, the balelight spear scouring a gouge past his face, and the being instinctively recoiled from it's touch. A slayer's weapon indeed, the spear was more than capable of piercing the hardest armor or the toughest hide, and harbored powers that allowed it to harm even a demigod. The volatile being brought his sword around in a curving arc as James landed, the Daemonslayer ducking under and deflecting the strike over his head with an angled parry using the rear of the spear, the head of the weapon snaking out from the other side in a low thrust as he twisted around. 

The head of the spear pierced into Baal's thigh, drawing a fresh roar of aggravation. Both hands gripped onto his sword as he brought it down in a cleaving blow that could've split a mountain. Withdrawing his weapon from the wound, James danced away from the powerful, yet telegraphed blow, his footwork flowing to the side, weapon up in a guard to defend against the inevitable follow-through as Baal followed through and lashed out. The Master Knight blocked the blow dead on, the sheer force of it sending him skidding two yards away across the ashen ground despite his preparations, or perhaps because of it.

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Even as James was pushed back momentarily, Selene took the moment to attack, leaping over the Daemonslayer with her sword outstretched like a piercing lance. Azure streams of power swirled from the tip of her blade as she buried it deep into Baal's chest, bypassing his guard.

Dealt a grevious wound, the godling reached up and grabbed her with his free hand, intending to pull her away and hold her for a killing blow. Unfortunately for Baal however, James already reentered the fray at that point. Tracking his swing with a killer's precision, James shifted the head of his spear into the path of the swing, cutting off the attack in its entirety as Baal attempted to follow through and instead wounded himself, his sword falling nervelessly from his slashed wrist. 

With a grunt of effort, Selene pulled her sword from flesh and cut herself free from Baal's grasp, adding the loss of several fingers to the godling's mounting injuries.

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Resilient to the last, Baal aimed another strike at Selene even as she freed herself. A direct punch even from the nerveless fist would have buckled armor and broken bones thanks to the godling's strength, but James anticipated the move and reached out to intercept, hooking the knightess back out of the way with the crossbar on his spear. She shot him a brief nod in gratitude before turning back to Baal, who seemed to now be exploding with rage and flame. With a flourish of her sword, Selene drew upon her water magicks, crafting a brilliant sky-blue spear, using her sword to form its core. The swirling magicks coalesced themselves into physicality as she prepared a final blow, while the Daemonslayer leapt forth first.

Utterly heedless of any danger from the erupting godling, James dashed forth and slammed the length of his spear directly into Baal's chest in a powerful pounce, bearing the maddened being down to the ground with the force of his strike. Crimson flames sprayed from the savage wound like blood as the Daemonslayer worked his weapon into Baal for a mortal blow, and he was prevented from retaliating or defending himself as new pain shot through Baal's extremities. Lancing out with her sword, Selene directed four constructs of what looked like phantasmic ice, impaling the godling's limbs and keeping him pinned down as the Master Knight delivered the coup de grâce. 

Placing an gauntleted hand over the once-mighty godling's face, Baal attempted to shrink away, but to no avail. 

"You don't belong here" James stated. Utilizing his own powers, his own sacred fire, the Daemonslayer then cast the banishing spell. Drawing burning runes in the air from the tip of his fingers, James drove the flaming lines into Baal's flesh, symbols of power, symbols that cursed the godling and made tenuous his connection to this plane of reality as a supernatural being.  With a final surge of power, the Daemonslayer exerted his unrivaled will, and exorcised the fallen seraph from his wounded physical vessel and sent him back to his true home, the plane of Eternal Suffering.

"Back to your Inferno, godling."

Edited by Fierach

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@Aleksei

@-Lilium-

With a combination of careful preparation, skill at arms, and tactics that could be considered quite unfair, James Eredas banished the maddened godling Baal back to the Plane of Eternal Suffering.

Where his physical form once lay, prone on the earth, the ground was so blackened and charred that nothing would be able to grow there for a hundred years. However there were prizes left behind, the vast armor of a titan of fire, three times larger then that of any mortal human, a suit of finely wrought primal alloy, the armor of Primus. Flaming shards of crystalline magic dotted the area as well alongside strange formations of ferro ore, and a bejeweled necklace with a ruby of fire lay encrusted on the aforementioned armor's breastplate. All of these would be salvaged by James Eredas and Selene Belfried. 

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