Post by Kaotic on Nov 27, 2014 23:47:15 GMT
There was a brief shift in the pressure as Mode descended down the stairs..he huffed. “Why do i have to deal with this over powered child. That was the LAST thing i EVER wanted to do...this is complete and utter bullshit..” His accent was obviously, Slovak as he spoke. Mode was an ancient guard of the Void the sixth and final dimension, where dangers to life were kept. He though...had the very special and ‘high ranking’ (as his boss had put it) mission of pampering this child. He was now twenty five born 1989, march 3. Everyday on his birthday, that happened to be today.He went to get his mother and bring her hear to visit..This time though...he had received news that she had passed away. He actually, could care less what happens to any human being he was a demon after all. Though...this was the kids mother..the first born of Sparda, who could take both of his brothers at once and with two devil trigger forms he was a match to even the strongest of foes...even himself. He rounded the corner, as his keys jiggled as he saw the all black door made of a shadowy essence rip device. That contrasted greatly with the white walls. Mode was a seven foot tall, encased in red knight armor with an large axe, that had a hammer on the dual sided axe. His eyes were a pitch black. He was known for his immense strength. He had once subdued cyberious the three headed hell hounds with just one hand. Then why did he feel that shaky feeling as he neared the door to give this child the bad news...he was over 200 centuries old, seen way more terrifying stuff then a child break down mentally...why was it..that he felt like this child was going to like...obliterate him or something..pestilence, the abomination that lay in the quarters in front of him, was nothing more then a microscopic spec on the fabric of existence, he was the bane of his service. The sooner he could witness the obstruction of this child’s cocky ass attitude, the better. He suddenly, felt a shift in the dimensional current.
|~|-[RAGE from a deceased loved one..awakens...wrath..]-|~|| The son of the demon black knight, Sparda Jr. Heard his keeper slowly enter the building as usual grumbling. He was ecstatic. His mother was coming to see him again, and this time he would pamper her. He had noticed last year, that she was always so sad to leave him...she blamed herself..though, it wasn’t. No one could’ve predicted he would be an extremely powerful being that had to be contained..Sparda Jr. was an all dimensional being. His essence could survive on the first all the way to the sixth dimensional existences. There used to be 12 but, after the fifth demon war, the dimensions were pulled together in a nasty display of power by the Christian god, who managed to restore the peace momentarily. Now there was only six dimensions. 1st was the father and mother creators dimension...where everything streamed from. 2nd was the heaven like dimension. 3rd was earthen realm, the fourth was the hellish plane or home as he liked to call it. then the fifth was the void, where strong as people like him were kept to keep the balance...then there was the sixth dimension....think of it like this.
The 12 dimensions all revolved around energy and consciousness distribution...well, then they were smashed together and no longer was it about energy, it was about this thing called essence. Your essence, was what gave you life, defined your personality, purpose, thoughts, everything, but it was more of a spiritual aspect the result of the mother and father principle’s being smashed together, in a mating like dance, consciousness evolved, and changed to that of an essence. It killed 20% of the earths population, as well as demons and angels. But, essence was that like consciousness. Well, there was something known as a parrel rift in existence that was created during the merge and that was the sixth dimension. Only, monsters lived there...horrific ones...that do nothing but wander that area. Simply, because they all have one instinct kill anyone who is not there own, but it is not a choice...it is a permanent instinct, they are not aware of anything..they have no thoughts...just wander around and when there bodies feel something brush against them they devour it. No thought..no sensing...these are known as parrel consciousness. They have no awareness of the body or mind, no awareness of it’s surroundings it is an automatic GULP, process. They are like walking voids..they have this energy that they radiate that leaks into the other dimensions...which he happened to get a sword infused with that very essence.
The demons blade was called his kako. The blade was two meters long, the hilt though, the pommel?the grip? everything but the blade...was light brown moving, shifting flesh. The blade had a flesh like rope that was about 10feet in length, which had a blade at the end that was curved and immensely sharp. The exact material of the blade was said to be a metal known as kaiten which was extracted from between dimensions. The main reason it could cut virtually, anything was because of the parrel purple aura infused with the blade. The purple aura ate everything it set it sights on. That and when touched by anything other then his wielder it seemed to absorb things. Particles, atoms, matter. Though, it couldn’t eat biological things, it could eat energy, and magic itself. Just because it had this particle like void, that took in these things.. Which made it able to cut through the strongest of armors, even though it couldn’t devour armor....It could cut through two tanks worth of metal with ease. So, it could always chop up, the being. He also, possessed a black sawnoff shot gun which fired anti-matter bullets, by the guardian of the void, he had 20 bullets of those, and for his white MPK he had ten rounds of twenty bullets that were encrypted with symbols that could make angels and Demons perish with just one puncture, and wound them immensely with just a graze. Given to him, by the armored christ.
Sparda after he had finished getting dressed in his black tuxedo, because he had gotten Mode to buy him that ring of influence for his mother, so she didn’t have to walk anywhere. He wished he could be there with her, but he was a ‘danger’ to balance, or so they said. He stood by the door that was a wooden one, the door was different on his side, as was the appearance he had a nice apartment. That was filled with everything he wanted. He was 6‘2 with white forehead length hair. He had neon dark blue eyes, and a white but slightly tan skin tone. He had a lean but very toned build. He was not a bad person though...he was cocky but he got that from his father. He had got his heart from his mother.
His dark blue neon like aura pulsed around his body as he used his dimensional sense....Why was he coming here without his mother? Where was she...he huffed and narrowed his eyes, he could make out some of Mode’s thoughts. He narrowed his eyes as neon like dark blue lines cracked his skin, leading to his eyes, and forehead from his neck. his eyes glowed more radiant then ever. His fists curled up tightly, as his blade wrapped around his waist by it’s fleshy nearly indestructible cord, and he caught the blade by it’s hilt and reached up as his neonic, like dark blue aura surged from his body, his right hand gripping the blade, raising up slowly, then swiped across his hip to his left, the swipe creating a surge of a purple auraic slice. That broke through the door, with ease that was locked with an essence splitting spell that was now, ate up and singed, the aura slice came right for Mode. Who blinked in surprise as he slowly moved his left leg back, and to the right behind his right one, letting his body move in a tilting motion, as the slash WHIZZED right past his face. He looked up and saw Sparda jr, reigning over his head with his blade. He was in devil trigger...this was a problem~C~
