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Post by exu on Nov 27, 2014 3:17:34 GMT
The High level demon, which was that known as a Marid..wandered about the mile in radius forest clearing that was surrounded by heavily dense trees and vegetation. She had radiating purple eyes that could be seen at least thirty feet away. She whistled a Gallic tune that seemed to echo from the heart of the forest itself. It was her power that seared around her and through the area. She wore a black dress that curved with her hour glass figure, and that popped out at times that it came to her breasts, or rear that seemed to be carved perfectly from her shifting ability. Her breasts a 32D, her legs smooth and led up to her amazing arse that slightly wiggled with each step she took. Though, it was on purpose. She hated being in human form, but she also, enjoyed it at times. She stopped in her walking motion her eyes gazing into the distance, her dress flowed to the ground leaving a shadowy path behind her. She had a veil over her head, her arms slid crossed and to opposite shoulders. A light sigh escaped her pink lips. She missed her master...it was a bad time that...he was killed in the persian war...to save her? a demon...a Marid at that...that was so stupid...so irritating...so damn attractive..and sweet. She missed him. She looked down; very lonely exsistence indeed...she was freed now..what to do..what to do..
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Post by sereto on Nov 27, 2014 5:11:28 GMT
A gentle and subtle breeze blew it's way naturally through the air, carving its way trough old oak trees and brushing by stone and wood like a whisper in the wind. Deep within the forested area, there was a human male, sitting cross-legged and straining his eyes closed. To what appeared to be his attempt at meditating. The shadows off the trees and rocks alike wavered over his fit form, the wind causing the objects to move along in the sunlight in what seemed to be a ominous dance. The male human was 6"3" in height, quite tall for the average human male. He had muscle around his body but not so much so to where it was bulging out like balloons or so. He had finely cut dark-brown hair which moved with the breeze at times if the wind caught up strength at times. Around his head he wore a black western style hat, it seemed, helping provide some clarity from the winds annoying breeze blowing, which would occasionally disrupt his focus on the meditation. Around his torso was a silk made black shirt that hung some what tightly against him. Around the shirt he wore a leather duster coat, which was embedded with multiple wards of protection so that way in case he was attacked, the wards would drastically increase the dusters protective stats. Around his legs he wore what seemed to be regular blue jeans with a few holes ripped here and there in the fabric. His feet were covered by black combat like boots, military issue it seemed. Around his left leg, strapped to it was a Bowie combat knife, the huge blade glittering slightly as the metal hummed silently with a strange power. In his third attempt to meditate his frustration was growing quite quickly and he needed to do this one thing...just this one thing...then the job was over..but till then, he had better get to meditating.
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Post by exu on Nov 27, 2014 5:23:28 GMT
Slowly, lowered herself to the ground shifting her body into a crouching position. She looked over the ground as the breeze blew about the scent of a male. The marid was slightly interested but her attention turned more to the ground..there seemed to be a slight rumbling to it. That and the fact power radiated from it, that made her essence quiver was both mouth watering and terrifying. She wondered if it was the male that was somewhere in the forest, though she highly doubted it. It smelled of demon energy, and....Wrath. Once, she sensed that she shot to her feet, her body then lifted itself in a jump her legs coming over her head, her panties and shorts covered her nether regions from being exposed as she landed soundlessly on her feet from the surge of power she felt. She began to back away slowly...A demon that had a sin was strong enough..but one with Wrath as a sin? That one could decimate cities of angels...and easily take out some of the highest level demons. Though, she was confused...what would be causing such a power surge..surely, it was coming form hell...how could she be able to sense it? Was there a battle going on? Another war coming? That was not good..she sighed as she held out her left hand slowly, which seemed to gracefully outstretch completely from her body, her lithe hand opened slowly facing in front of her, as a light surged in the form of a line that danced across the surface of her palm and went from the ground to her head. That purple light then burst in a white light of a flash leaving behind a silver metallic staff that radiated purple aura from it's base. She had to be ready...she just hoped...it wasn't after her..then her attention went back to the other person in the forest. Could he feel it? she wondered..
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Post by sereto on Nov 27, 2014 5:37:39 GMT
It seemed as though hours went by, possibly days for the male. The meditation just wasn't working for some reason. Usually he would be able to instantly close his eyes and 'poof', be in a trance like state. But for some reason, today his psyche was off somehow and he could feel his spiritual being, shaken by some unseen force. It was like this since this morning, in fact, but he never took direct thought to it. The job he was trying to accomplish was for a faery, for which he owed a debt to. He knew as well, that if the debt wasn't paid by a certain time limit, the faery he owed it to would bring a fury unlike anything he would've seen before. Gulp. A silent sigh escaped the mans slightly chapped lips, bringing his right hand to rub his eyes back into focus from the dream like state. He was never going to accomplish anything unless he figured out why his psyche was jumpy and nervous. As he was about to stand, a sudden force of raw power hit him like a wave or tsunami, knocking him almost completely off balance and making him fall to his arse. He caught himself but just barely as the power he was feeling right now came from the north-west. What the hell was it? What ever it was, it was big, powerful...and downright terrifying. Once could tell he was terrified because his body wouldn't stop shaking. He was frozen with fear, a ancient primal feeling in his brain shouting at him to flee the sight and take cover...but with what? He fought the urge to run and stood fast, slowly rising. He would not allow such power to waver him like that...but he knew where his limits were set...still...he was down-right curious now about what had just caused such tremendous power to surge forth like that. Thing was, that not many normal folk knew about him, he was a Wizard. He being of greater intellect and control of power and energy. Usually this meant he should've known what caused that power surge..but he had no idea. Instead, he had to do what he most feared at the very moment...look for the origin.
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Post by Kaotic on Nov 27, 2014 5:55:42 GMT
|~|-[The Arrival of the First born]-|~|| Though, the being had merely woken up he felt his powers as good as ever. He looked around to see he was still in these chains. "Time is up."He muttered, and with that the essence chains broke. He heard the alarm of hell ring through the entire hellish plane, vibrating even his own bones. He shrugged it off, as his right hand dusted off his left shoulder, then his left hand with his right. He wore nothing but brown rags to cover up his lower parts. His body was toned immensely, in definition but, he didn't have a lot of volume. He stood 6'2 his build was lean, that seemed to bond with his toned attributes as well. He stretched his body out, his tip toes supporting him, as his arms reached upwards. A loud POP!was heard form his spine and joints. The shock wave of that decimated the entired building he was 'trapped' in. The building crumbled and fell apart instantly, he step sided a few debris. His red hues observing the area, with slight disappointment. He had only stretched..he would have to conceal his powers...that would come later. Now? He had a job to do. He reached out his hand, and immense was felt among all the planes, the pressure shift was felt not only by the hell wanderers but, that of earth. He was not going to waste any time. His weapons found themselves hurling towards him. His blade that was about two meters in blade length with a flesh like grip and hilt that was slanted and crawled a few inches up the blade. That sword had a long flesh like cord at the end of the pummel of the blade. When Sparda jr. caught the blade in his hands the cord wrapped around him, the end of the cord was inhabited by a sharp curved blade with a darkened tip that was completely black. His Sarnoff shot gun that was all white attached itself to the cord, and his MPK that was all black followed. His white hair fluttered in the slight breeze his blue aura was creating, as his body exploded in a burst of that same blue, and he now had on black leather jeans, and a black tank top, his neon dark blue eyes radiated with power. He had on black combat boots, as he crouched and launched himself upwards, his body surrounded by his blue aura making him resemble a comet, he then burst through a sort of puddle like thing in the ceiling. The earthen crust departed somewhere in the dense forest and he rose out of it, dusting his tank top off, as he hid his power completely. Though, his mere presence shook the dimensional planes. He was here in search of companions, he needed some answers.
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Post by exu on Nov 27, 2014 8:56:23 GMT
The Female cringed deeply, at the pressure she felt. She lived across the planes, and this feeling was too much for her to bare. She began to fall, the world around her began to spin with a blur of motions. She couldn't understand or see or even think straight her body went numb as she felt her essence shatter. She hit the ground with a loud thud, her staff hit the ground beside her, and rolled back into purple energy that was restored to her and allowed her to crack open her eyes to see blue aura in the sky at a certain point. She groaned in pain as everything went black and her body began to shimmer and she was reduced back into a cloud of the liquid gas like aura of her essence which she floated towards that glow of blue which seemed to draw her near....it was strong enough to knock her back on the spiritual plane....it would be strong enough to completely destroy her essence...that is very odd...who could have this much power? How can they effect her in the way that they did? She hasn't felt this power since her last encounter with Sparda's first born...and he was just in chains then...if he had got out....wait...now that she thought about it...it was the same blue aura..damn...Sparda jr. had escaped.
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Post by Kaotic on Nov 29, 2014 5:48:38 GMT
|~|-[Old friends?]-|~|| The demon son watched the sky as he emerged from the depths of hell with a gracious sigh. His white hair flipping back as he inhaled the air deeply into his lungs, and was grateful that he didn't smell brimstone. His neonic blue eyes shivered with happiness.
"Such a beautiful day, upon the land of humans...it makes me miss my visits before i got notice of my powers..", he mumbled to himself. He stood up straight, popping his back with an long stretch, sending out vibrations of force throughout the land he inhabited now. That is when he saw it. The cloud of purple aura that slowly floated towards him. He then realized it was his powers that were just radiating. Though, he was curious to why this demons essence was so familiar.....it was purple..He could tell it was of the Marid ranks...He gasps and lowers his powers immensely, to the point only humans would get anxious around him, but that was about it.
"Exousia!", he calls out reaching out his arms, knowing that the form his power reaped her out of she would snap back into instantly.
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Post by exu on Nov 29, 2014 7:08:29 GMT
The female cringed as her resistance to the pull had failed her. She had been reduced to moping as her liquid like cloud was dragged to her old companion...the mere sight of him awoke her very essence and though, his power nearly made her sick to her stomach...the feeling from seeing her crush was more than enough to get her through that little wanker of a situation. She smiled to herself as he called out her name and gasped as her human form was snapped back onto her essence and her eyes fluttered closed as her form rapidly shifted and fluttered back open when she saw her teacher/crush.
"Hey, Sparda. Why are you yelling....I am so sore...", she murmured to herself, her head resting onto his chest, her entire body going limp as she faded into a more of a healing state. How did he get out? Were people after him? was he hurt? what on satan's name made him return to this realm....all these questions were along that of which drifted into her mind during her black out.
That black out was nothing short of a wonderful dream...she dreamed it was as it used to be...when he returned from his first escape and took her on as his apprentice... he had loved spending time getting better at fighting, and using her powers...then she was summoned by Shawn and fell in love...she blushed at the images that flooded through her head at that romantic human...she missed him...almost, as much as she had missed Sparda...almost...He had rescued her from a magician who for some reason thought it was funny to just attack her over and over....because she didn't understand her abilities...she was really new back then...and she thought, he was going to help...the magician didn't...but Sparda did...completely slaughtering the guy for no reason...kind of scary...but they talked and she just...fell in love.
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