cyprus
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You got it all wrong, I donʻt hate you. Im just not necessarily excited about your existence.
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Nov 27, 2014 10:22:54 GMT
Post by cyprus on Nov 27, 2014 10:22:54 GMT
On this particular late night, a HellHound was lazily lounging out upon the roof of a tall skyscraper. Even though it was invisible to all mortals unless of course their timers hit 00:00:00, it preferred the high reaches of these such wonderful manmade structure. Tonight, the HellHound was just waiting for one of her targets timer to hit 00:00:00 she would then have to lope on down there to collect the soul. A perfect midnight snack in her case, just thinking about such a delicacy made the HellHounds mouth water causing her tongue to habitually lick her lips, running the massive tongue along the wicked 5in canines. Relatively, she was good at keeping under the radars of the Orders but sometimes she loved to cause mischief and disorder in the Courts. Thinking to herself, as she rested her massive wolven head upon her paws, one crossed over the other, as she looked down upon the streets below, it amused her to watch the ignorant humans walk around down there like dust balls meant to be swept from the face of the earth, after of course she devoured their souls. She thought she might have fun later on tonight and cause trouble after her ʻmissionʻ. As the gentle wind of the upper atmosphere tugged at the tips of her fur, she bidded her time.
After a few hours of casually watching the busy streets many and many of stories bellow, a sort of internal timer began its countdown within her mind ~120...119...118...117...~ . A sinister grin creeps upon her lips baring her long 4in canines into the still night air, reflecting off the white light of the beautiful city full moon. Slowly rising from her heavenly perch upon the skyscraper, fine black powder fall from her fur and float upon the graceful caresses of a gently breeze. Beneath the thick fur was nothing but weathered muscle and sinew, already accustomed to strenuous work. Taking a paw step forward to the point her claws hang from the edge of the skyscraper the HellHound looks down easily spotting her target. ~99...98...97...96...95...~ ticked the timer as se stopped a certain male. He was different from the rest, in her minds eye of vision she saw numbers floating just 3inches from the top of the males head....the timer mimicking the timer in her head ~81...80...79...78...~ Stretching out the massive 34ft wings, pitch black with neon green dipped on the fringes and metal bracers upon the joints, she flares them out to full length before literally slipping off the edge of the skyscraper. Plummeting to the ground bellow.
Right before crashing into the dirty cement sidewalk of the streets, the HellHounds wings flare open catching the wing and slowing her decent as the city nighttime air caressed every exposed inch, and yet still the impact was enough to shake the walls of nearby buildings. But these ignorant and stupid mortals hadnt the sense to notice. The only person who seemed to noticed was the Male she was tracking. Around 5ft 6in, dressed in a business attire as such; had stumbled backwards and gasped in fright upon seeing the HellHound ~35...34...33...32...31~ ticked the timer in her head and the numbers above the males head. She merely took a step forward, causing the male to let out a panicked yelp as he scrambled into the road. ~15....14...13...12..11...~ She grinned again as her demonic senses picked up the roar of a Thunder-Box (A.K.A car/truck) racing down the street. Like a deer in the head lights the male looked up at the last second as she casually sat at the edge of the sidewalk grinning as she watched ~4...3...2...1....BLAM!~ You could probably guess what happened next. While the bloodied car sceetched to a halt she trotted over, avoiding all the mess as to not leave a trail and collected her rightfully earned soul and lopes off into the still air night. No one noticed her through all this, behind her the driver of the car had got out dialing 911 and checking upon the dead male, no use of course to anyone.
The Hellhound slowly picked its way through the back ally street ways, less traffic for her even though no one would see her, but for the most part preferred isolated areas for fast travels on paw. Her vibrant neon green eyes tiredly look on ahead as she licked her lips, her stomach fill and hunger sedated for a while after feasting upon the delicious soul. A lovely death if you were to ask her, a bloodied mess which was an accident. Of course she wasnt the cause of death so technically she didnt spill blood, she was merely there to make sure everything was in order for the death, the time, the place, the cause, the victim, etc etc, on and on. And also to collect the unfortunate soul that was doomed to die. The HellHound trudged its way to an abandoned warehouse factory on the far outskirts of the city, the abandoned areas. The Bad Side of Town. The place were mothers forbid their children to play and grown men shun in fear. To her, it was perfect. Secluded from the rest, quiet for not a Thunder-Box roar would be heard. The HellHound trots its way up a fire escape stairway before slipping into a broken and shattered window halfway up the crumbling building, slipping into its dank and musky embrace.
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Nov 28, 2014 8:52:47 GMT
Post by Kaotic on Nov 28, 2014 8:52:47 GMT
He slowly watched the hell hound descend into the window and slowly began to approach. "A hell hound? Well..that is interesting. I will have to see who the master is..and what rank it is."
Though, the reason why the hell hounds didn't just rip the male to shreds was beyond him. That beast...could it have some...sense of balance? That kill he witnessed from a street corner...was balanced and natural. That and well planned and thought out. He couldn't help but smile as his head looked the fire escape up and down, his neon like dark blue eyes of his scanning around. He could hear the chains dragging from the hell hound. He could pass through dimensions with ease. He wasn't sure if she had returned to the fourth dimension at that point.(The place known as hell). He locked his eyes onto the window he had saw the demonic hell hound pad into. His hands entered his black pants pockets, he was wearing a black tuxedo with a blue tie. His white hair fluttered lightly, as he rose to his tip-toes and his body began to ascend towards the window. His black blazer fluttered about as he hovered above the ground for awhile, peering into the window that this mystical animal wandered into.
"Hmm..." He thought, as his neon orbs scanning the dark entrance his prey had taken. Though, he didn't think of her like that at all. He actually, wanted to examine the beast, he had not seen a hell hound other than cyberious...and he was a complete dick. He tried to take his damn food all the time, and when he told the over sized hydra-Chihuahua to sit the hell down. The bitch laughed at him...now he was out looking for a new pet...because his old pet, Cyberious...somehow ended up chopped up into pieces...and a meal to the attractive pagan god Akri. She was hot...anyways. The mission at hand was buy himself a new pet...but, of course. You couldn't just buy them. you had to simply kill the owner and BEAT THEM INTO SUBMISSION. Which was not a problem to Sparda. He enjoyed....any type of fighting. "Win or lose? you always gain something..." Was his motto and he lived by it well.
His body slowly rotated forwards until, his head slowly maneuvered upwards, his eyes straight ahead, as he slid his body into the window, his eyes acting as radars. His body was dimensionally aware of everything, basically, so. The element of surprise was not on that of the beasts side, though. He would act surprised if it came down to it. Though, the element of surprise could work if one moved fast enough. His senses didn't really sense high notch speed....yeah.yeah. Every power has to have at least one defect. He thought. It made sense to him. Though, he was prepared for any attack....sort of. His blade on his back, that was a t like flesh everything but the two meter blade was. Though, it had a 6 feet flesh rope that was secured around his waist, and had a blade at the end of the rope, that was a foot long and curved. He also, had a black sawnoff shotgun on his left hip, and a white MPK on his right.
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cyprus
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You got it all wrong, I donʻt hate you. Im just not necessarily excited about your existence.
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Nov 28, 2014 23:04:35 GMT
Post by cyprus on Nov 28, 2014 23:04:35 GMT
The overpowering smell of Brimstone and smoke wafted around inside the massive wear house as a light breeze for the wind outside gently shook the hanging metal pieces from the rusting walls. The HellHound had slipped to the lower recesses of the building, preferring the darkness and silence it had to offer. Taking padded steps down the stairs in the stairwell, the HellHound slowly trotted into the darkness, she chose to remain with in the Human World and sometimes shifts between the Shadow Realm, a place some would call Limbo, but flat out refused to return to the ditches of Hell, it was quieter then having to listen to the constant cry and pleads and begs of the damn when your trying to sleep a 3am! After having a successful kill tonight she puts off the mischief making for another time because for now she seeked rest and comfort for her weary mind. Dust particles lift and swirl around in the dank and musty air of the wear house as she happened to absentmindedly flicked her bladed tail around behind her.
With every step the chains gave a soft rattle and banged and scrapped along the cemented floors. The large chains which one strangling was wrapped around her neck bites into the flesh and fur while some where embedded within the HellHoundʻs forearms and back thighs, the flesh scabbed and grew over the chains. Oddly enough lighter chains were draped along her massive wings but did not really hinder her ability for flight but was up on the list for the most annoying thing ever but eh....ya get used to it after about the 5th century. The truth of the fact is she was more or less masterless, mostly by choice and flat out refused a master to begin with...as you could guess not many would even bother with trying to win over this HellHound for a pet simply because she killed them all, devour their souls, stain her fur with a bit of blood, splatter the guts on the walls, use their spines as a new addition to ʻarmorʻ, and nom on their skulls as chew toys. The latter she much enjoyed doing. For the time being she had no worry as no one, mortal or immortal knew of her nor her residence. And she much loved the secrecy of it, no one barging in claiming she shall be their pet and such, but try and fail it always ended with her having a full stomach while what left remains of the person was scattered along the floors and walls.
The HellHound finally made its way to the lowest level of the building, 3 stories below ground. It was a cold and damp place but quiet. She made her way over to a corner by two walls, to where a large pile of torn and shredded clothing from those poor fools who tried to take her on and failed, paying with their lives for their mistakes.Due to the fact she considered this place as safe refuge and no one would be able to see her unless they were doomed to die she had no reason to be wary...plus she was plum tired from walking from one end of the city the other and back again in one night. Stretched out upon her side, her back pressed up agains the wall, the HellHound lowers its head upon its paws, right paw crossed over the left with her head lightly resting upon it as the bladed tail lazily strewn across the floor and the massive wings folded up neatly down along the HellHound spines. Her vibrant neon green eyes slightly dim as her eyelids came to a close, even though she might be thought of as sleeping, her ears on the other hand were working over time, constantly flicking forwards and backwards, picking up the sounds that only resound around when you a relatively alone 3 stories under ground.
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Nov 29, 2014 0:20:46 GMT
Post by Kaotic on Nov 29, 2014 0:20:46 GMT
Sparda Jr. Was not really phased by the smell of brim stone. He was more or less used to it. He was hiding his competence as his body floated up, and turned the opposite ninety degrees clockwise. This made him stand straight up. He landed upon the ground without a single sound. His eyes scanned around the warehouse. He didn’t know what kind of hell hound he was dealing with just yet. Though, that was all in the surprise he supposed. The thrill of not knowing his
opponent’s ability. Though, he realized he was incorrect because he had not sensed the scent of a binding meaning this beast was master less. Though, looked down and could see the beast on the lower floor it was only, because he was a high rank among demons, and the had dimensional prowess. That meant he could see among all dimensions, in between or not..though, he could only visit the hellish dimension and heaven like dimension. He didn’t want to get in a fight, on the top floor though, only because he wouldn’t want to damage the beasts home. In fact, he would only serve to call upon it when he needed a soul that was far to weak to for him to deal with himself. He had basically, taken out the ruler of all hell hounds, where they all stemmed from. Cyberious. So, the chance of him even having to break a sweat was very unlikely...though, the unexpected always happened. He was more or less more curious of him meeting a new creature then the battle itself.
You see, Sparda was always so curious about anything that steamed from hell. That was because that is where he came from. His mother had that type of attitude always so curious, and amazed to the different things and creatures that satan creates. The overall essences of creatures...what they liked what they did, what did they feed off of. That was things he wanted one day to record about every type of creature in the planet...and then move on to other planets and realms. That was his goal...besides saying goodbye to his mother who was rudely taken away from him. He mentally, sighed as he stopped on the second floor steps. Each step he had taken was utter silence. His powers, and overall presence reduced to nothing by himself to not alarm the creature. He thought he could just talk over a deal, he was willing to feed and pamper this creature if it wanted. Though..he had never got the chance to have a legit pet...since, Cyberious was such an asshole. He cared naught for the deceased dog. He only cared for this new pet that he wished to gather in his collection of things that he held dear. He had another philosophy...love all...kill evil. Weird considering he was a demon huh?
He stopped in the middle of the second floor steps leading to the final floor of the warehouse. His essence inside his body shifted, and as did his body. In a light flash of blue. He was then transported to an singed seat that was directly parrel to the beast at hand. He could see it clearly and he must say...he was HIGHLY, impressed. The beast was not only massive, but beautiful in it’s own way. It kind of set the motion for all hell hounds it’s wings were extravagant, and the way that it’s ears pricked about was simply...adorable..Though, the beast would be alarmed by his light. It couldn’t sense his power just yet, he had the power of an human being and just before he had arrived he managed to manifest a timer that was at Zero above his head. He would be seen with his chin on both his hands clasped together. He would appear to be starring right at the beast with his neonic blue eyes. If she had been to hell any time recently? She would know who he was...and that attacking him was not the best option...for anyone. Though, he starred at her from a distance. He was so fasinated by her, he literally, realized he had been day dreaming and blinked a bit as he watched the creature seem to be sleeping. Then he uttered a word. “Adorable....just...adorable..” his voice seemed to come from everywhere though as he spoke.
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cyprus
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You got it all wrong, I donʻt hate you. Im just not necessarily excited about your existence.
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Nov 29, 2014 2:15:18 GMT
Post by cyprus on Nov 29, 2014 2:15:18 GMT
The HellHound had lightly fallen into a doze when the male had first begun his decent into the lower levels of the building. The darkened fur rose and fell with each breath she took but for the most part was silent. Contently stretched out upon torn and shredded clothing.
Promptly from the light flash of light, she stirred causing the accumulated dust around her to billow outwards in big puffs. One lazy eye slowly rolled open revealing the vibrant neon green irises of the HellHound, staring intently upon the lone figure over on the other side. The HellHound held no concern for she was certain the male couldn't possibly see her, as she casually lifted her massive head from her paws yawning, the silver seal upon her tongue briefly showing, as she then licked her lips. She was curious as to how the male just happened to be here alone and laid there regarding him. Although she was, for the most part, not frighten of anything but when the male happened to mutter his words it caused her to slightly jump not expecting him to speak at all. The fur like scales upon her shoulders and upper back slightly raise in alarm as she glanced around the room thinking perhaps her was speaking to another being within the room somewhere. Upon seeing no one, the HellHound thought the male might have been speaking to himself out loud but regarding what? She did not know.
And now that she thought of it, she couldn't gather any energy signature readings emanating off of him, which rendered her even more perplexed. Her head tilted off to the left as her ears flicked forward causing the three metal bands embedded within her ears to chime out a soft four note tune. Although it seemed such a useless endeavor to anyone else it was like another 6th sense, if you will, to her and it was to minuscule to even be considered a threat.. The metal rings where like the sender and receiver of a sonar system which was attuned to picking up energy signals of other beings. The energy waves ripples outwards from her ears towards the male but fail to rebound back towards her which set her facial expressing into confusion. Even though the male was able to conjure up a 00:00:00 timer above his head she knew that that timer was not correct for here he was still moving, well more of speaking. Thinking to herself that she was not made aware of this males timer death or another HellHound had failed their duty. She merely observed the male from her spot on the floor studying his movements and still trying to pick up any energy signatures from the male.
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Nov 29, 2014 2:54:18 GMT
Post by Kaotic on Nov 29, 2014 2:54:18 GMT
The demon offspring watched the creature's confusion. She was obviously, perplexed by his ability not only to hide his energy completely, but his timer as he watched her eyes travel up to his timer and back to his form. He held the same expression, and did so without even blinking his eyes in a low starring sort of manner. Though, it was one that could melt ice. He was more so examining her. Her sonar system was impressive. He noted she had all the assets to being the most amazing hunter of souls he had ever seen. He had to figure out a way to avoid the fight for now...as he was still getting his eye full. He had not decided if it was a female or male until, he looked about her without moving his eyes or a muscle with his dimensional prowess.
"And quite the beautiful femalian creature.."His voice once again rang from all directions. He thought it was time to talk to the creature. Though, he never moved his cheek bones raised in a genuine smile that was given to the creature as he slowly leaned up and his back cracked which had enough kinetic energy to create dents in the wall behind him, and the chair under him shattered completely. That being kinetic energy meaning though, she could probably sense it, she wouldn't be able to tell he was a demon or in fact anything but a powered human, because the kinetic force held nothing but regular force. He was now standing and adjusting his blue tie as he looked at the beast.
"You're magnificent, I am Sparda juni......", stopping in mid sentence he realized....that his name would give away what he was. He huffed in frustration with himself as the numbers above his head dissipated as he still held his energy to a low. She would know his name...but, she wouldn't think it was true. He had only recently, escaped from the Void, and the message he had sensed had not reached anyone but the major guards of the void who weren't hell hounds. He waited to see her reaction, still looking upon her.
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cyprus
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You got it all wrong, I donʻt hate you. Im just not necessarily excited about your existence.
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Nov 29, 2014 5:30:13 GMT
Post by cyprus on Nov 29, 2014 5:30:13 GMT
The HellHound casually remained relaxed seeing as other then for the things mentioned she saw nor noticed anything to be worried about over the being in the corner. The bladed tail made a grand sweeping gesture moving up to her side as she exhaled a heavy side sending dust particles and other small debris to be casted into the still musty air of the cold damp room.
The moment the males voice rang out once more, the HellHound leaped...well in her case rose up to her paws but considering her size was unnatural even for HellHounds...her motions would seem quick to the minds eye of the males perspective. The cemented floor beneath her trembles to her sheer size and the power behind the muscles that wrapped her animalistic form. Once the HellHound rose to full height in front of the male it was clear she was massive, a full grown human male barely reached her elbow, as the tips of her fur seemed to vibrate on tips with raw energy but clearly this energy level for her was bellow average as it radiated around her. Of course it was a hell of a wonder how she managed to slip into the ware house without crashing down a few walls or two. The HellHounds lips pull back into a snarl but she makes no sound now clearly knowing the male was referring to herself, the HellHounds long 6-8in canine fangs being bared towards the male. Her long tongue slides out running over her pearly whites as she intently stared at the male, prepared for fight or flight if need be. She was always one to enjoy a good fight and delighted in it but seeing as this male had some how snuck up upon her while sleeping she was more or less dazed from sleep. The bladed tail whipping around in the air behind her constantly hitting the back wall behind the HellHound presenting newer chips and scratches into the old crumbling walls dirty surface.
The HellHound indeed felt the male energy but yet something about his energy levels still seemed off to her and was still perplexed to how it was so.The HellHounds vibrant neon green eyes peered into his, even from this distance she was able to do this successfully, as she read his soul but only parts of it was easily accessible. ~For the eyes are the windows into the soul~ The aura that was ebb and flowing around the HellHound suddenly changed along with her reaction and demeanor. For in that split second she analyzed the males soul she saw he had no ill mannered intent towards her. The fur like scales upon her shoulders, neck, and lower back slightly settle back into place as her muscles release tension. The HellHounds solid gaze lightly soften upon the male as she watched him. Even though she seemed calm and relaxed one should not mistake her for being as so foolish to let her guard down.
The name the male presented to her held no significant meaning. But seeing as to the males reaction when he had cut himself off in his mid reply the HellHound thought of it as suspicious but paid no major attention to such a small detail...for even she would be wary of who knows her name and history of such behind it. To her names where held high power and control over beings. Of course she had a name that she uses to give to people when they ask but she had another name...that if anyone was to gain knowledge of it...that the mere utterance of it would bind her to that one person. But knowing this name is like a baby trying to recognize its own name. She had a long time ago found that name that could bring her down but she was certain and sure to keep it from anyone and everyone. She made a point to forget it. These thoughts raced thoughts her mind as she merely stood there studying the male even more cautiously now then ever.
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Nov 29, 2014 6:41:58 GMT
Post by Kaotic on Nov 29, 2014 6:41:58 GMT
|~|-[The Notation of Spada]-|~|| The fact that she failed in recognizing his name was more than good news. It meant she was not of Cyberious’s blood. Meaning she was either an experiment, or a lower level hell hound. He wouldn’t need to reveal his powers for this meeting instead, he took a step towards her, holding out his hand with nothing but sparkling happiness in his eyes, soul reading was a very basic technique...and he would teach her more. He made sure that was visible in all ways he could’ve blocked her out. Though, he left his intent wide open. He had now real intent on hurting her.
He began to speak again. This time he wanted to make sure he phrased things right. He didn’t want to hurt the female...mainly, because he had strong values against hitting women. (GO MOM!) anyway. He wanted more than just her as a pet. He needed a companion..and before he tried to force her into submission, without like....tearing her apart. He wanted to know exactly how to go about this, rather than using sigils, and forcing her essence into a binding, with a few simple hand signs. He would be using the order of Hell. and unfortunately, she was an hell hound...emphasis on HELL.
“Hey...I am Sparda Junior. I don’t wish to hurt you...but, you already know that don’t you? I am looking for...a companion. I am trying to free my brother Vergil from the likes of a titan, and my brother Dante from Hades....who we both know is a stuck up arse..if you have met him then you do, if not? Then you don’t. I don’t wish to combat you..I would only like to have you join me on my journey...but, be warned. If you refuse? I will bind you, and yes. That means there are numerous numbers of ways of binding you, and i happen to know all of them.”, his voice was calming but serious.
His eyes watched for her response. That being the case he let none of his energy even begin to leak out. Though, he again, allowed the kinetic energy to be the only hint of his prowess. Which, was far from an accurate statement, and given that she didn’t know the origin of his name meant she would have no clue on how to guess it. Though, if things turned into combat he would show just about 5% and start from there, he ripped Cyberious apart with only 15%. So, he didn’t want to risk harming the female. It would be a flips and submission game for him, as he wouldn’t even ball up his fists.
That was because of his serious respect for women or the female race in general. He waited for her response, though as he did so. He scanned about with his dimensional prowess, just to make sure there weren’t any of his followers around..he had noticed that he was being followed and didn’t want to put her in any harms way.
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You got it all wrong, I donʻt hate you. Im just not necessarily excited about your existence.
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Nov 29, 2014 7:48:53 GMT
Post by cyprus on Nov 29, 2014 7:48:53 GMT
In the instant the males intent changed she immediately sensed it and became alarmed. She had trouble on picking up what intend he was considering but vaguely sensed it was for essence. The fact of essence was a laughing matter for her since she had no essence, or in other words no spiritual essence or much less a soul. Why do you think she ate souls so damn much!? For this HellHound was mostly different from the rest, she was actually created, not born, by Four Major ArchDemons and the moment her tiny heart barely begun to beat, she had both her heart and soul devoured. Pulled from her body by clawed hands and greedy minds then tossed to the pits of Hell like trash not cared if living or not. She in fact did survive for when the Four ArchDemons created this Hound they each gave a part of them or a fraction of their powers to her and also she was of Demon species. The HellHound was definitely not as low on the totem pole as most demons or hounds for because she wasnt even on the Classification Sheets of Demons, she was her own rank, an outcaste to the caste system and the only one of her kind.
The HellHound politely and curiously listened to the male speak, her ears pricked up interestedly as her eyes remained locked upon the male. When the male introduced himself as Sparda, the HellHound slightly dipped its massive head in acknowledgment. She commended the male for his gallant efforts into wanting to help his kin. Her tail wagged in eagerness at the mention of old friends, Dante and Vergil, for she had indeed met the Old Timers when they was journeying through the layers of Hell back when she was under reign of that jerk, Satan. And had accompanied Dante and the Poet, Vergil through the middle layers before having to run off on an errand. Hades was a constant supplier and demander of souls, she made a mental note to fetch those souls Hades had to offer her later on, and so was in partial contact with the God sometimes.
At the mere notion of mentioning the horrid word ~Bind~ the soot and ash darkened fur of the HellHound fluffs up making her appear twice her normal size as the fur like scale stand on edge and bristle with hatred. The multiple chains from the days when Satan held reign over her, the first and last master of this particular HellHound, tremble with the surge of raging energy that seeps from the Hound and swirls around her. The sound of metal grinding on metal resounded throughout the room as the 8in long carbon fiber steel and diamond dust claws slowly unsheathed from her paws. Yes yes we all know hell hound have no metal like Wolverine XMan style but hey! When you get to be 170centuries old ya get bored and also learn to add upgrades to your body, especially when you have the pain tolerance of a HellHound ya can get a little too overboard with it. (Kids dont try this at home.)
She was not one to go down so easily without at least a skirmish and she flat out refused to be binded and have a master reign her again. To one sensitive like she was to energy levels, one would notice a gathering of energy beginning to build up around her, not yet at full power but clearly itching to get there. Her lips curl back into a snarl as she growled lowly, even though it was a soft growl the sound vibrations vibrated in the cemented walls of the building. Her ears flicker forward causing the three metal bands embedded within her ear to chime out a four note tune. This time the returning energy waves gave the slightest hint of impression there was more then just him here...but where she had no clue. The HellHound thinking the male had set up an ambush upon her quickly took the defensive side flaring her massive 34ft long wings out and growls louder, threatening anything that came near her, the HellHounds bladed tail whipping around in the air furiously.
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Nov 29, 2014 9:21:10 GMT
Post by Kaotic on Nov 29, 2014 9:21:10 GMT
|~|-[Totem poll of demonology.]-|~|| ARCH demons were what they called arch demonic entities...His father was a grand demon, known as Sparda. An arch angel that followed Lucifer...not Arch demons who are just spawns of Lucifer's essence. So, she would in a lower ranking upon his scale of power...and essence lies in power...and energy...and now that he saw her began to use it. Everything had an essence...though...it wasn't your soul. It was more of your choices, your feelings, your overall powers, what generates your powers. Everything had an essence...unless, you were a golem. She was not an golem. She had powers, and she had a body that had parts to it.
He watches her fur bristle and he watched her demeanor change. Though, he was not amused. Not at all. Not only was she trying to fight him...but, she was young. He could tell she knew his two brothers...he could tell by her tail wagging. He narrowed his eyes in irritation. He blinked twice and an B appeared in the air, and a small portal opened on the wall and began to spin slowly clockwise. The energy that was from the portal was that of an ascended being. That being Sparda Jr. Someone on such a high level he exceeds demonic nature in general.
The power from the portal was enough to rattle the whole building he was at 1.52%. His narrowed eyes upon the beast that lye in front of him. His white hair blew from the power from the single portal. Though, he was merely waiting for the next sigil to appear. That being the case he gave the best one more warning. He wasn't going to draw his blade, he didn't want to hurt this female...but, if she refused to surrender. He would bind her against her will. That is going to be EXTREMELY painful. They both knew this, but he was afraid , she was one of those types who just thought she was inferior to no one. The truth was everyone was. He was inferior to his father, and to some demons he knew.
She needed to be taught when to submit. It would save her a lot of stress. His left foot slowly maneuvered forwards. He took one step. The force of his placement took a wild effect the kinetic energy, the force behind such a simple action, was enough to blow the wall behind her out of the foundation and across the abandoned work site outside, that and the ground infront of him, the cement of the building. A summary? Everything in front of his step was blown back tons of feet. His power revealed to his 1 and a half percent. The reason he was so strong, was not only his blood...but his dire training. Gravity chambers...battling legions of demons. Spar's with his father. He adapted to every fight.
He could take out both of his brothers in his normal state, and he felt good about it. He spoke to the beast, who he had purposely, left out of the force wave. His eyes had never left hers, her green emerald ones that shinned, he hoped she got the hint. A fight? Is not one that she wanted....though he could train her no problem. This was not the way to go. Not when things were so intense in the demon and celestial world.
"Don't do this to yourself. Just calm down, and agree to my terms. I will be a good partner to you. Not a master...unless, you make me bind you. Which is something you REALLY don't want. Trust me it hurts like hell. I will fight you...but, you won't like the outcome. You can't win every battle.", spoke of the same sentence his father gave him before he was sealed into the void...he really cared for all life...and hated hurting it without reason. Though, he stayed firm.
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cyprus
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You got it all wrong, I donʻt hate you. Im just not necessarily excited about your existence.
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Grimly
Nov 29, 2014 10:23:23 GMT
Post by cyprus on Nov 29, 2014 10:23:23 GMT
She remained undaunted by the males display in power by the simple shock wave as she stood there on edge, the tips of her fur quivering. ~Calm Down!?!? CALM DOWN!?~ These words screamed in her mind in rage ~Who are you to tell me what to do!? I Am Cyprus! I Have NO MASTER!~ the HellHounds eyes blazed with fury upon the male. ~How dare this male show up in here like this! Like the world owes him!~ bright sparks of red flint swirl around in the HellHounds irises slowly gathering in number until the vibrant neon green coloring was blotted out with a deep bright red. The shiny claws etching at the cemented floor as she clawed into it. ~I wont submit to anyone again!~ her thoughts snarled out in her mind. ~I do not care if I am seen lesser then most for go ahead and underestimate me! It allows me to tear you down faster......~ The HellHound didn't think the male would be able to read her thoughts but they were clearly expressed upon her facial expressions.
Considering they were 3 stories below ground the wall didn't blow out of its foundation nor across the abandoned work site but instead sent cracks up the cement wall a shatters it. The creaking of old timber, rusted metals, and crumbling cement fill the air as the wear house building trembles and begins to collapse in on them. The HellHound shot the male a deadly glare as if replying to the males comment of "You can't win every battle" ~Watch Me...~ as she shook out her fur sending sooty black ash to fall out into the vibrating air. Even though the ash seemed of no ʻmagicalʻ properties, it swirls madly around the massive HellHounds form to the point where it blocks her from view of the male. Chipped and cracked off pieces from the ceiling being to fall as the building beings to crumble atop of them. If one was attuned to energy they would notice her presence here and now to be in the center of the swirling mass of black sooty ash. then as if the entire world had become silent for a mere moment and went *POP!* before returning to its loud state, they would notice she was no longer there. The whipping ash then soon settled upon the ground in a puff of Brimstone smoke.
Seeing as she was in trouble while within the room due to the old building finally breaking down, she fled to the one Realm she could....The Shadow Realm. A perfect place for her, for the air was always cold and a forever black shrouding mist laid across this barren landscape. Most refer to it as Limbo....and Limbo is what it was for this was the plane between consciousness of the spirit. Where the lost lost souls roam, or in other names The Shadow People, Them, The Cold Ones....the beings part human and part hunger, greed, and the same shrouding mist. One must be careful when treading these parts as if a human that happened to be a Curve, a person able to travel between the portals linking between the Human World and the Shadow Realm, wandered in here and was found out by THEM? Well.....lets just say she didn't want to repeat the gruesome feat. She had quickly opened a portal from the Human World to the Shadow Realm, while she was inside of the mist back there in the room with the male, and simply stepped through it as it closed behind her as these portals rarely lasted long nor always transported you to the same place or time.
Upon disappearing into the portal, she had left the male to fend for himself within the collapsing wear house of his doing, for she didn't care about life. Hell! She was barely living herself! She had no remorse at the thought of leaving a being and promptly thought to herself as she trotted away from where the portal had left her, that perhaps after a few days she might return the that wreak of a ware house and dig among the ruins for what might be left of his crushed body and perhaps his soul as a bonus. The mere thought of his soul made her mouth water and her stomach groan in thoughts of a delicious snack as such. If the male did happen to survive and still be alive she knew there might be a chance of the male trying to track her down once more for even-stevens sakes? But she was being optimistic and thought nah...the male might not want to dirty his hands upon a thing such as herself....why bother with such a ʻlesserʻ being when he could find another and more powerful one?
Her growing instinct for find a soul and maybe a body to nom on to sedate her hunger overpowered her sense of fear from the male. She promptly trots off into a direction of where she felt might be another portal to take her back to the Human World.
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Grimly
Nov 29, 2014 11:07:47 GMT
Post by Kaotic on Nov 29, 2014 11:07:47 GMT
>The shadow realm...<
He had sensed he might've pissed the beast off. Though, he didn't mean it. So. Last minute he dissipated the portal and everything froze. A spatial lock. That cancelled essence from a single focal point. That would be hers. No portal. Infact, if her form was that of another? She would be reduced back to her normal state. He huffed at the amount of energy this required. He noted, that her emotions would be reduced to a calming state as well. He looked over the being that was now upon the still building.
"I didn't mean it like that...and yes. I can read your thoughts...I only wish to have you join my in companion ship. I don't want this to be a fight...sorry about this as well. I don't like using my powers against females in the first place..I shouldn't have said bind. I only, meant that as a way that i would get you. No matter if you wanted me to or not. But, surrendering to me is the best option right now...trust me. Once, we go see Dante and Vergil and rescue them? I will set you free....and i will give you all the souls in Hades possession when i slay him...think about all those wonderful souls. I can give them to you all. I want hades essence. Come on this adventure with me...Cyprus." He spoke to her, with a calm voice. He sat on the floor in front of whatever form she was in, one leg crossed over the other.
He realized he had been a tad bit, scary...but, that was only for his recruitment purposes. He knew he should've had more self control but, her anger was getting out of hand and quick...which, was not all that bad. I mean he had just appeared and threatened to bind her.. He muttered a soft. "Sorry, for the binding part..", once again. Before he crossed his arms, the focal point still nullified by his portal which acted as a reverse nullify. That sent the opposite wavelength into an essence at that point, thus by nullifying it. He hoped it wasn't to late.
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cyprus
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Grimly
Nov 29, 2014 11:39:40 GMT
Post by cyprus on Nov 29, 2014 11:39:40 GMT
The HellHound had found herself unable to pass through the portal she had conjured up and turned around snarling upon the male before oddly enough she found herself being overwhelmed by a sense of calmness but yet the lingering traces of hatred and anger nip at the fringes of her thoughts. Naturally anyone would be highly pissed off if this happened to them. Due to the males power she was forced into resorting to a weakened state form. A form she rarely dwelled in.
The HellHound slowly rose off the floor having to dwell within this form which was humanoid but carried on the demon and hound traits clearly. Dwelling in this form she was about 5 feet and 6 ¾ inches tall weighing around 125 lb. Intricately designed tattoos wrapped around her whole upper right side of her body; the tattoos curved up around and under her right eye and down along her neck to her shoulders and ran around her right arm and hugged down to her waist. The HellHound wore a slim black long sleeve shirt that only covered her upper chest and not her stomach, that loosely hanged upon her slightly broad shoulders as the sleeves came down to her wrists opening up a bit. Clicked, or more like melted, into place along the females spine was a Klingon Batʻleh. The wicked and curved blade was clicked into her spine a certain way as to make the points/tips of the blade jut outwards like long metal spikes running down the center of her back. A long silver chain ran up over her shoulders and crossed over her stomach, the end of the chain hung down over the right side of her hips almost touching the ground. While a smaller and lighter chain wrapped around her neck bitting into her flesh but she seemed oblivious to it. The HellHound wore baggy navy blue denim jeans with multiple pockets and had three silver bands around her right ankle with the middle band stamped with her tag number.
She had to admit, she was surprised the male was so easy to reading her thoughts she couldn't help but look at him skeptically as her bladed tail slitters down her legs to wrap around them protectively. Again she patiently listened to the male politely resisting the instinctive urge the leap at the male and severely injure him here and now. The HellHounds lips finally slightly part in order for her to finally speak properly to the male "And......what if I kindly refuse? Such a generous offer? Would you still try to take me by force?" her voice held power behind it as she spoke sounding neither threatening nor submissive towards the male but more truly curious as to the males response, testingly questioning him. Would he be true to his intent? Or would the male turn tail at such a flat out blunt question? Would he lie and proceed to use her as her first and last master had done so? Would he bind her anyways or truly set her free afterwards?
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Grimly
Nov 29, 2014 18:16:53 GMT
Post by Kaotic on Nov 29, 2014 18:16:53 GMT
Her question was a damn good one. He wondered would he take her by force...he could always devour her essence. He peered at the female as she spoke with such politeness, though he sensed she was highly pissed at being nullified. Then he came to a brief realization. His mother? Wouldn't want him to just force someone as an companion. He more or less preferred a friend for this mission. He would have to wait for that though.
"I will kindly, let you leave if you really, don't want to help me. I apologize for the little power display..I just wanted to hear your thoughts on the situation", his Gallic accent finally, present. That meant he was finally, convinced. He would not kill this beast. Though, e was very battle curious. He knew that if she wanted to leave? He would allow her to do so of her own will. He wouldn't make her stay. Simply because he knows how being forced to do something sucks.
"I don't want to force you to do anything you....-", He looked down slowly as chains slowly erupted from behind him, he looked down as everything seemed slow motion, because of the instant shift in the atmosphere. He then realized they weren't coming for him. He leaped backwards, his hands gripping the Iron chains, heaving them backwards as he stayed in the air moving backwards wrenching the chains under and upwards. Then he saw her...
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cyprus
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You got it all wrong, I donʻt hate you. Im just not necessarily excited about your existence.
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Grimly
Nov 29, 2014 19:49:11 GMT
Post by cyprus on Nov 29, 2014 19:49:11 GMT
The HellHounds head was tilted to the side a bit listening to every word he spoke, and slowly a soft and slight smile tugged at the corner of her lips....something that was a rare sight for to be seen from a Hound. It wasn't a Imma-Eat-You! smile nor a Youʻre-Gonna-Die~ one either, it was more of a friendly yet cautious smile. The male had good intentions in his mission but it seemed those intentions made him serious to the point of demolishing everything in his way if he didn't have what he wanted. The HellHound couldn't help but give a small chuckle, inaudible to the male, as she had likened him to a toddler, when they have a temper tantrum. She was pleased with his answer to the question considering she was 99.999% sure he would have just taken her by force....to prove she wasn't always right in everything. ( -,.,- ) The HellHound slowly dips its head in acknowledgment towards the male "To admit? You truly surprise me with your reply......as you figured? I am not one who would submit just nilly willy otherwise I wouldn't be able to roam the planes freely?" Her head twitched to the other side "I will help? But not as companion. Not yet? I will just be a Number to your group....neither owned nor controlled by anyone. Free to leave when I wish and help where I find suitable."
She didn't need to see the chains to know something was up, she could smell it...smell that horrid iron stench. Even thought she was in such a weakened state she still had her unnatural sense at use. The instant the HellHound had figured out, due to the fact of this ʻslow motionʻ state (?), the male was in the air. The chains again...nothing but a flash of silver to her. ~Something is wrong~ Was it truly an ambush? But the chains appeared from under the male...so wouldn't it be him it was after? Considering she was still in this nullified state she couldn't take on her larger HellHound form nor could she conjure a portal out of here. ~F**K! Trapped! Trapped!~ though everything was moving fast her mind was quick as well. As she some how managed to leap back out of the way looking up at the chains.
She growled in frustration she was confined within a weakened state as such as the metal spikes jutting out of her spine tingle and vibrate with energy. Her vibrant neon green eyes narrow in. To Run? Or not to run? That was truly the question. None the less she had made up her mind to help the male, normally she would have left the male to his own devices but now seeing as she was also in trapped within the ʻline of fireʻ she had no choice but to help not only him but herself. The sound of metal grinding on metal resound throughout the air as 6inch long carbon fiber steel and diamond dust claws unsheathe from her hands as her bladed tail whips around in the air furiously. The intricately designed tattoos that wrapped around the HellHounds upper right side of her body pulsate a neon green light as the feeling of energy begin to swirl around her while little neon green and black specks flicker then die out around her right arm continuously.
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