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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Demonreach Date: July 21, 2016, 1:10 am
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'How unfair...' He murmured.
So, now, he was stuck with the clown. A cage did work both
ways...
He grinned, his sword slipping to meet Charade's own.
Demonreach's sword twisted slightly, the blade slipping
underneath the opposing sword ever so slightly to use as
leverage to push it up and away, with a flick of his wrist. This
would send Charade in a rather overbalanced position and allow
the roundhouse kick Demonreach threw towards his opponents back
to land.
As Charade would dodge and move away, knowing the opponent to be
rather adept at finding a way out, the sand dome would lash out
with spikes of sand; constantly keeping Charade on the move. If
they hit, they hit, but it was more of a bid for time.
He could already feel the air changing, each breath sweeter than
the last. Demonreach was a bit surprised, but such a madness was
clearly only contagious and not natural. Much like Demonreach's
own descent.
Charade would only be hurting himself.
'I've always wondered what madness tasted like... A bitter
descent into sweet obliviousness.' He laughed, a deep bellow
that eased the tension in his body. His head tilted to the side
as he stared at his opponent, the laughter becoming a small
chuckle as the smile spread across his face, threatening to
split it in two.
He released the second warding on the sword.
The dome buckled just slightly, the air thicker and slower;
light seemed to bend at the sword, began to be pulled towards
it. The dome was the only area that was affected; the toll of
the second warding being released making itself known upon the
dome as it began to shift in odd areas. The area of effect was
ten times than before.
The light being pulled into the sword became trapped within the
purple-metallic blade, the gravity it put out condensing the
light; steadily it began to heat up, the temperature in the dome
rising at a slower rate. With the trapping of the little light
that remained, it became a lot darker as well.
Demonreach pondered leaving, but knowing Charade, the maddening
foe would merely follow. He didn't understand half the things
that came out of his opponents mouth, but there was no way he'd
be bested by some cartoon. He pushed his hair back, shaking his
head; allowing his breathing to even out, his body relaxing. He
could feel the effects. Instead of fighting it, he embraced it.
The realm seemed to skip; as if a glitch had been found in the
fabrics of this realm.
Outside the dome, one of the pillars began to pulse more
violently before stilling itself. He could also feel the energy
of Dems rising greatly.
Inside the dome, the sandstorm continued its attack against
Charade with sand spikes that threatened to maim and damage,
though never any killing strikes. Demonreach would whip his
sword about, sending waves of air towards his opponent; though a
rare case, he'd through in a wave of gravity to add some more
fun. All the way, he danced on his "island", laughing carefree;
the voices slowly beginning to start; the double vision didn't
so much matter the ever darkening dome. That, and his Kuros eyes
allowed him to see in the darkest of nights with the help of
air. This perhaps aided Demonreach in his sword strikes against
Charade, feeling the way his opponents body shifted against the
air currents allowed for a more accurate strike.
He needed to finish this so he could finish Dems, before either
became any more of a problem.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Dems Darkfire Date: July 21, 2016, 10:16 pm
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While darkness consumed the inside of the dome, The outside
world only grew brighter. While the area that Demon and Charade
had now been placed in buckled and change, They could only
question what was going happening on the outside but both would
feel the tremendous spike in power as Dems prepared himself.
The clouds that dotted the sky began to pull towards a single
point, darkening and condensing as they enveloped a shining
light in the center of them. In the center of the clouds
appeared a singular beam of light, aimed for the top of the dome
and encased one foot of the blackened material in a golden glow.
The trees around the abandoned fort began to sway with an
increasing breeze that threatened to uproot the weaker ones and
cause the full adult trees the creak and groan in pain as the
storm only continued to rise.
In the clouds above the maelstrom, Dems rested himself, his eyes
closed and his head bowed slightly as he muttered prayers to the
phoenix god within him. His prayers were answered with the
phoenix call bringing forth the many colored spirits that
followed the Golden Phoenix. These colors now mixed in with the
darkened clouds. The lines between the swirls turning many
colors, becoming brighter and brighter as they entered into the
center. The Lesser gods that lent their power this day brought
forth more spirits, the life forces of the many creatures and
plants that they controlled. Dems' power only continued to grow
as his wings extended further out from his back, his aura now
encasing him in his own ball and thickening to the point where
dems himself was almost invisible to the natural eye. Tattoos
took their place up and down Dems' arms, the thirteen roses
unfurling as they pulsed with the required energy to use each
and every one ten times over.
The first thing Charade felt, though, was the twist of his blade
up and away from his body with a flick of Demon's own sword.
Charade was caught unaware this time as the kick landed to his
back and sent him stumbling forward into the darkened abyss.
This kick would nearly send the mask of charade away from his
face, but luckily Charade would catch it and place the remains
of the mask back onto his face. Charade shook her head he
chuckled. "No no. You're not ready for that party yet." But once
again, Charade was caught off guard from his stumble and a sand
storm spike would nearly land a blow directly to the temple of
Charade.
He yanked back, narrowly dodging what one might have considered
a killing blow to an actual person. But instead the spike
knicked his mask and shattered the remaining tatters. "Maybe you
are..." Just as the next spike was about to strike something
deflected it away. And while Demon was released his second seal
and caused darkness to envelop the area, he may not notice the
sudden lack of sandstorm around charade. The spikes deflected
from one side to the other as Charade released his own sickening
laugh from the darkness.
While Demon's sword attracted light and extinguished it The
remaining light in the dome would all but vanish into nothing.
"You're right.. A cage does work both ways, doesn't it?" Without
the porcelain white mask, charade became nothing more than the
darkness itself, a blackened shadow against a shadow of a realm
cast in the darkness. Just then, He felt the power of Dems spike
and chuckled, his voice now reverberating through the void so it
was indistinguishable and unattainable from which direction it
came.
The darkness only deepened And as it deepened, the madness only
grew stronger. Demon had embraced the madness within him and
while he sent sword strikes through the air he would find
nothing at the end of them but the abyss. Chuckled came from
every direction as Charade himself skirted through the darkness,
nothing more than the creepy shadow among the bedroom. The
unattainable boogieman in the back of the closet. Even if
Demon's eyes could see in the darkness, Charades figure would
still be nothing more than a blended blur.
Just as the night could not get more stranger, Eyes opened
through the darkness. The dome now filling with the gaze of
thousands of eyes, lining the walls of the dome itself, moving
with it, pulsating with it, as if it had become the dome itself
in essence. Charade now simply stalked in the darkness. Though
Demon had embraced the madness. The madness had not done its
full work on his being. For now, Charade only remain hidden and
wait.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Demonreach Date: July 22, 2016, 12:23 am
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Demonreach laughed, the sapphire-azure eyes glowing with that
madness that he embraced; savoring that sweet flavor as it
inflated his lungs. His body trembling with the excitement; the
madness tinged his laughter, echoing within the dome.
He could feel the opponent stalking him; this only served to
excite him; served to push him further within that madness. The
voices, the small hallucinations...
He didn't care.
The normally humble aura around him exploded in defiance; a
beast finally unrestrained. A hand grasped his face as the
laughter only redoubled in its efforts. The aura that fought for
dominance with the gravity and Charade's madness had an entirely
different feeling to it than before. A lot more dangerous,
perhaps, but the lack of malevolence would put one off.
The third seal and final released itself.
The sword crumbled, the purple metal blade turning to ash as
heat as intense as a sun consumed the sword. Demonreach released
it, the tip -a pure molten metal held together by nothing but
the gravity of the core- just barely floating above the ground.
Getting a brief moment of clarity as he pushed that madness
back, the pillars of sand collapsed into the ground, forming
around the dome. The black mist that coated each pillar
remained, pulsating with energy.
As the pillars formed beneath the sand dome, reaching fifteen
feet deep in the earth. He used the gravity that was a hundred
times stronger than before to condense the now sand sphere to
the sword itself. Both fighters would be suspended due to the
lack of gravity, as well the air within was suddenly no longer
available.
He kept condensing it smaller and smaller, the heat rising to
the point of plasma and the heat continued to rise exponentially
until it finally became too much and collapsed.
As he was doing this, his free hand reach into his pocket and
pulled it out; the Null Space vortex within expanding and he
slipped inside as the implosion took place. He didn't get to
witness the beauty of it, given that Demonreach doubted he'd
survive that kind of blast at such close range. Charade would
perhaps fair little better. All three opponents had speed that
surpassed most fighters in any case, but Demonreach made sure
this attack hadn't taken too much time to detonate.
The moment he left the implosion happened as he was no longer
able to contain it.
Each black mist pillar had also vanished as he escaped the
destruction about to ensue from the black hole that now reigned
supreme upon their battlefield.
The black mist had dispersed back to the Void reality, taking
the energy with it; Demonreach having stepped into the Null
Space and then to the Void to assimilate the energy each pillar
had been able to contain in the brief moments before he had
released his attack. He blamed the madness that he had jumped
the gun but hopefully it hadn't been for naught.
In any case, he wouldn't be surprised all that much if his
opponents were still alive. Still, as he stepped back into the
Null Space, two shadows hung over his shoulders much like wings
only far more oddly shaped.
And so, he stepped back into the battlefield with the two
shadows; standing atop a fallen tower, watching the destruction.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Dems Darkfire Date: July 23, 2016, 1:39 am
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Charade clung to the darkness that enshrouded them, the many
eyes watching over the area for him as his opponent accepted the
madness into his heart and after a short while, became fully
enveloped in the abyss himself. Charade could see the shift in
his opponent.
The maniacal laugher spilling from his lips, the sudden eruption
of power and the massive shift in aura from his opponent.
Charade smiled from her hiding spot. “About time… I was
beginning to think you would never cut loose.” Charade cracked
his neck from one side to the other. “I was growing bored.”
Temperature, the loss of gravity, everything changed from the
inside and Charade reacted in her usual manner. The Gravity was
no contest for Charade, he remand flatfooted on the ground,
watching as the first climax to the match was taking place.
“I like where this is going…”
Charade folded his arms as the earth around him whipped into a
storm and entered the sphere in Demons hand. “I think I’d like
this show better from another angle.” And after she uttered
those words, Charade himself was pulled away in an instant,
drawn into the power sphere with Dems high above the area below.
“We’re about to have a problem.” Dems chuckled as he withdrew
his sword from the sheath and pointed it towards the ground
where Demon would be about to release his full destruction.
“What’s new… I sensed it. That type of energy. I have sensed it
before.” Charade nodded in agreement. “Kaos.”
Dems growled and nodded back. “You got the escape plan because…”
Dems’ aura flowed away from him. It pulled into the blade and
soon after the entire force around him followed suit. The skies
cleared and phoenix’s called as they entered the blade. They
brought with them all the life forces they carried and the trees
around the area wilted away and ashed into nothing. They fell
away into the ground and soon the massive forest became nothing
more than a burnt wasteland. Soon Dems’ sword would burn with
more energy than he had seen in a long time.
As the process finished on Demon’s attack Dems felt the massive
suction of the implosion and then the even stronger pull of the
void that opened up. The implosion itself caused Dems’ bones to
creak in defiance as his wings pushed against. Charade, being
caught off guard by the beauty of a black hole forming before
him, lost his hat to the swelling void. His hair flittered down
over her shoulders and waved with the massive force being drawn
down. “Pretty.” Dems growled in disagreement as he felt his own
body begin to collapse and take damage from the immense pressure
now being opened before them.
“Charade… we’re not all like you..” Dems’ said through gritted
teeth as Charade stared in bewildered amusement. “Ohh.. what?...
Ohh yeah. I keep forgetting we put you back into a physical
body.
And with that, Charade laid a land on Dems’ shoulder. “You got
everything, right?” Dems nodded, unable to do much more than
keep himself steady, becoming easy now that Charade clasped him,
but still losing feathers and bone from his exposed wings.
Charade nodded back and then sliced reality with his blade,
dragging the two into the spaces between space and time.
“Well that was close..” Charade Looked to dems as they floated
among the vast white void, as if in the white space one would
see in cartoons if the entire universe would collapse. The
infinite nothing allowed both men a reprieve from the attack and
Dems growls evolved into a cruel sick tone pursing through his
lips. “He’s just as much of a nuisance as our first fight. That
has not change. But we underestimated his abilities. And you
drew out something sick within him that even he hasn’t seen in a
long time. I don’t know if that is good or bad.” Charade
shrugged at Dems. “I’d like to see his full potential before I
strip his willingness to live from him.” Dems snickered as his
sword melted in a pool of metallic feathers, every breath
exhaled from Dems’ lungs causing a stir of shimmering death to
swirl around him.
“You seem ready for round two of this. I’m sure he’s standing
smug on the battlefield by this point.” Dems shook his head. “I
felt him escape into something. So he’s possible less scathed
than I am.” Dems flitted the handle of his sword and rose more
of the feathers around himself. The energy still stored up in
his blade, ready to release and empower their master one hundred
fold. “I have enough to summon it or to release something much
worse.” Dems reached his free hand out and pulled the Hellfire
cannon from thin air. “I think we need to make an implosion of
our own. Just to make an impression.”
Charade nodded. “If you must.” Dems flipped the cannon open and
loaded one shell into the chamber in particular. “This one’s
been waiting for something special.” Inscribed on the side of
the round was the name Kenneth.
“I’ll take us back right to when he appears and we can get super
serial on his ass.” Charade flitted up his shadow dagger and
then clicked the lighter and struck steel against flint. This
summoned a spear into his hand, a dragoon’s lance encased in a
soft burning blue flame.
Dems placed the cannon on his back and drew up a pistol from its
holster. “Feathers first, then Bullets. Then the lance.” Charade
nodded and chuckled. “Three… two… one…”
Just as Demon would re-enter the battlefield, a rip in time
would appear behind him. A flood of energy suddenly washing over
him as the feathers ripped through in a tidal wave seeking to
tear their opponent to ribbons in an instant. Hidden in the
feathers where the rounds of the Jackal, a wicked weapon armed
with rounds able to pierce the flesh of the most resistant
creatures of their reality. Charade had even said ouch once
taking a round from this weapon. And then, as if melded into the
tiny shadows of the feathers as they caught and reflected the
rising light of the world after the black hole had released it
from its grasp, came charade. And he got up close and personal
with Demon, The Lance aiming a lunge straight for center mass of
the back of Demon.
Even if Demon dodged, the feathers would follow like a swarm of
bees and continue their assault on the man, all the while hiding
charade in their rank, striking with the lance as he could. The
last thing to step from the portal was Dems himself, a swarm of
Glinting black feathers surrounding him as protection as he
orchestrated the symphony of clanking metal and death before him
with a wave of his hand the hilt of his sword.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Demonreach Date: July 23, 2016, 3:59 am
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He had a moment to notice the lack of presence within the realm
before the space/time rip behind him.
The energy he felt was overwhelming in its intensity and
Demonreach laughed, that brief moment that was allowed to him.
As the feathers tore into his body, the strange energy from
earlier came back, the realm "glitching" once more.
Instead of a flesh and blood Demonreach, it was replaced with a
Demonreach that was made from pure energy. This was his Truth
Form.
In this form, Demonreach is only a few inches shorter than
originally but his skin is completely gone, being replaced with
white and gold energy. This form increases Demonreach's energy
by 300%. Two sets of horns can be seen; two protruding from his
forehead and two from his temples; white and gold wings are also
created in this form. His body is slumped forward and his
fingers and toes end in claws; both upper and lower canines
protrude from his mouth which is black to the point it seems to
suck in the light around it. His eyes are a glossy white with
gold streaks and near-invisible vertical pupils. His demeanor is
much like a wolf, a predator, and his movements can be deceiving
as they seem sloth-like as he prowls, though it is a much
different story when he is on the move, hunting, as it were.
He could feel the Lance pierce his body, feel the intense heat
that suddenly thundered into him, threatening to cook him alive.
But he was a pure energy form, no organs; no flesh; nothing. A
dangerous form to assume given his opponents, though it was a
necessary risk. The heat was slowly going away as the energy
within began to slowly overwhelm it with its own heat.
It had paid off on "saving" this form earlier.
However, one moment he was directly in front of charade and the
next he was a hundred yards away; though he stayed in front of
them. His body was facing them, this time, staring with black
eyes that were bottomless. Charade would either be pulled with
him or not; if the Lance remained within, he'd pull it out,
casting it aside.
The realm, already strained since the implosion, began to alter
under the intense concentration of energy that was Demonreach.
The two mist shapes shifted onto the ground, becoming more
humanoid; one was the size of the True Demonreach while the
other was much shorter. Speaking of True Demonreach, there was a
noticeable decline of power coming from him; his energy-based
body dimming as it poured energy into the black mist forms.
The first, taller one revealed Demonreach; though with a few
holes in his body. Silver blood leaked from each wound, though
the grin was maddening.
The second, smaller one had the characteristics of Demonreach
but there was a pure malevolence, a menacing darkness that oozed
from this one. This Demonreach was the Eon Form.
In this form, Demonreach's height is around 6'4, still
muscularly lean; his knees are bent backward and his features
are have a more dragon-like quality. He is colorblind and mute
while in this form. All tattoos are gone, but his left arm
sports what would be burnt rose petals that wrap around the
appendage and down into his hand; this can be disengaged from
his arm, though it is connected to his finger and be used as
whip with a small effort of will. His skin is harder than
dragonhide and has a rubbery quality that helps against various
forms of attacks.
These two forms were tremendous with the power the held and
could dish out, reality warping around their bodies; the realm
seeming to groan with the strain.
Once more, Demonreach spoke, 'This is a great strain on me;
keeping all these powers at bay; each independent in their own
way of thinking. I shall honor you with this, in remembrance of
times past.'
While he spoke of strain, there seemed to be none evident in any
of incarnations of Demonreach; though it was there, in his
voice; in his movements.
Everything seemed to die around the normal Demonreach, who was
giving off nothing and seemingly everything. As if all the
powers he had and those of his two counterparts seemed to
possess were fused within this one body. His body purged of the
Life within.
'I am Life and Death, the beginning and end of all things. We
have only ever had to use our Death once before, but since you
seem to eager to please, I shall reward you further.'
The voices intertwined with each other, breaking the air with
the thunderous echo; the grass decaying and the air growing
stale and brittle; burning to breathe it in; the air stinging
the eyes of those watching. Death radiated from the one body of
Demonreach, though encompassed both other bodies.
Death was coming from above, his own hands wrapped in Infinity
energy; aiming towards Charade.
This is can be described as parasitical energy; whether it hits
the opponent directly, or lands on their clothing or weapon, it
draws the natural energy from said clothing or weapon, which
would leave said items deteriorated. Should it hit the opponent,
it will eat their skin and seep into their veins, spreading as
it draws their life-force into itself, making the drain even
stronger and faster.
Death pointed his fingers to a point, keeping the arm muscles
relaxed as he flew to towards his opponent at alarming speeds;
the air moving away from his to further increase that speed,
stacking behind him to propel him forward even faster than that.
The strike was more aimed at Charade's arm that his body, aiming
more to maim.
Even should Charade avoid this, Death would drop to his knees
and, planting an arm upon the ground, he'd twist his body around
to kick the legs out from under his opponent; his legs as well
cloaked with the Infinity Energy. However, even after the
initial kick out, his body would keep spinning, his legs moving
in a pattern indiscernible to any eye, no matter how they could
keep up; these would keep Charade at bay lest he fall victim to
a strike that would cripple him; his other hand joining and
using that arm as well, pushed forward his momentum to another
level of speed as he spun in a vicious circle of flailing kicks.
Pushing off, he would move towards Charade in a scissor kick
that would strike the ribs, breaking them and puncturing lungs;
but even if the blow landed, it was light to touch despite the
bone crushing force both legs carried and with that light touch,
his legs would move away from Charade's body lest he get any
funny ideas.
Landing on an arm, he would swing his legs backwards in a kind
of cartwheel that would allow that arm to fly upwards, sending a
wave of that Infinity energy towards Charade in a vertical
sweep.
Still, Death kept coming.
After that wave, his body was suddenly lurched forward at super
sonic speeds and even past that, his fists creating small sonic
bursts as they aimed to strike the man's chest and (hopefully)
injured ribcage, further increasing the punishment that was
already inflicted. Each strike after the first initial one
increased in speed, doubling each strike until it seemed there
was just a huge fist striking at the whole torso of Chaos; his
own body weaving in and out in a pattern that made little sense;
the strikes also entering a maddening pattern that would appeal
to Chaos's own nature, though given there was no essential Order
to the patterns, it would be hard to deconstruct and pick apart.
Each strike would leave small amounts of Infinity energy on
Charade, which would seep into his flesh and eat away the energy
within his body; Death purposely controlling it so that it would
leave him alive, just useless.
Truth joined Eon's side to stand against Dems.
While a tougher nut to crack, it would be just as easy to end
the fight quickly, especially with these two forms being as
powerful as they are individually, never mind using that power
together. Despite it all, Charade would have it easier.
They stared at Dems briefly.
Truth and Eon raced around Law, darting in dangerously close
before darting back, gauging the reaction of Dems and the
blades; testing it by using small, condensed balls of air to
strike at it. They rose pebbles to boulders of earth to throw at
Dems, testing durability and reaction time; how it defended
itself; the volleys of the varying sizes of earth were also sent
at varying speeds.
Even as they bombarded Dems with their puny efforts, puny by
their means given their relative strength, they were summoning
forth the fire of their Dragon Form. While the realm may be able
to withstand another form of Demonreach's, it was doubtful it
wouldn't crumble from the effort of bringing it forth and the
fight had already started.
Within moments, during their bombardment, the two forms opened
their mouths and released a torrent of Dragon's Fire; a fire and
heat so intense the oxygen seeming to catch fire all around it,
further expanding the flames as the torrent(s) seemingly came at
Dems from all directions as they moved from place to place,
weaving in and out, creating a magical display of control of
flame that moved with its own mind as it sought to destroy, to
purify, the threat. The earth caught flame, scouring the earth
around the three fighters; even going so far as to melt the dirt
to glass that would remain superheated for hours yet to come.
They whipped the air into a frenzy next, allowing it to dome the
Fire around Dems, the constant stream of oxygen bringing forth a
lack of as the Fire fed and fed and fed upon its natural fuel;
the heat and flame becoming too intense as to create lightning,
striking the glass, causing strange and exotic shapes to form
from the strikes. The flow of air bringing forth the clouds in
the night sky, condensing even them to make them heavy and fat,
spilling over with rain. None reached the combatants as the
intensity of the Fire evaporated it.
Still, they kept fanning the Fire to the point lightning was
near-constant, that plasma started to form from the heat and
flame; said plasma would attempt to cling to Dems, though it
fell indiscriminately from the dome of Dragon's Fire; globs of
it sticking to the 'walls' and swirling within the flames,
joining with other globs before growing too heavy and falling as
well.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 13, 2016, 12:32 am
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Charade’s facial features lit up, crimson glowing eyes flecked
with turquois, as he felt the lance bury itself deep within the
form before him. But something was off. Flesh did not melt away
as it normally would with a physical opponent. No, what was
before him was something more… energetic. Charade laughed, his
ears ringing with his own cackle as the form took flight away
from him.
Charade would not let himself be drawn away from his position,
but would not allow his weapon to be torn away from his hand at
the same time. As soon as he felt the tug of movement from the
beast before him he flicked his wrist and the weapon returned to
its lighter form, flipping into his hand as he dropped to the
ground to meet face to face with the forming new sides of
Demonreach.
“Honor me then, Demon. For I am not thoroughly impressed just
yet.” Charade flipped the lighter into the air and summoned
forth an exact replica of Dem’s sword in the third release. The
blade hilt falling into his hand as his own swarm of darkened
blade flitted around him, rising from his cloak like a hive of
bees as he smirked to himself. He looked back to his partner and
nodded. “Dems, I think you know…”
Dems nodded in recognition of the words, his own hive still
protecting him as he spread himself into a classic horse stance
and focused on the remaining life he could drain from the area.
Dems’ power spread far and wide as his aura seeped into the dirt
and brought life from the deepest of realms. “Just a bit more.”
The earth cracked, fissures rising to the surface as it seemed
Dems pulled life from the earth itself, cracking it as it dried
up.
The skies darkened for more than one reason now. Demonreach had
released his most deadly form down upon Charade, and Charade now
drew no quarter. Eyes began to spread across the sky as thunder
roared defiance against the shifting night. The light cast from
bolts as they flickered from one cloud to the next only
illuminated the many different colored pupils that opened to
stare down on the battlefield.
Charade could sense the energy wrapping off this new form that
descended for his head, and she felt remorse for what she now
had to do in order to win. Death’s first attack was easy enough,
a simple sway of his seemingly boneless body repelled the attack
off to the side as he kicked himself off the ground to avoid the
sweeping of his legs, hanging there as if walking up an
invisible wall as he cackled.
“You just keep coming!” and Death did such, now pushing himself
off the ground to send flurries of kicks of the beast before him
as Charade did something very unsuspected. He planted his feet,
stepped in and as the first kick connected, even before the true
speed could be unleashed, Death would find himself unable to
move his leg away as it suck to a slimy liquid that suddenly
coated Charade’s body.
The infinity energy ate and ate and ate its fill so much that it
would rival the third circle of hell in its feast of this
material. But it continued to come, more and more, locking the
leg into its final place as Dems looked on. “You two are gonna
want to watch that.” As the other two prepared their attack for
Dems, It was already too late for the third form.
Charade’s shadows grinned as they watched, teeth bearing in the
sky as death was the only one close enough to notice the single
left eye growing a bright red with no other features to be
found. “We’re going on a trip in my favorite rocket ship….”
Charade followed Dems’ stance, his feet now spreading in the
basic horse stance as he began to glitch. And death would feel
the glitch, too. A sudden shudder of his body as if realms where
collapsing upon him. “Flying THROUGH THE SKY!”
As Charade screamed, Dems erupted with his famous anger, his
body flinging arcs of energy from his body as the waves of
feathers buzzed now like a saw around him. Charade focused on
the area he had captured death in and in a blink, the two would
seem to vanish from view. The area where they once stood would
collapse with a boom unheard of in any realm as Charade
collapsed every known universe and dimension on himself and on
death, hopefully dragging them both in what could only be
described as the universes greatest paradox. A seemingly never
ending battle where evert possibility of the fight between the
two played out in an instant.
In a blink they were gone, and in a blink Dems only grew
angrier. The faces in the sky silently roared their protests.
The storm growing worse as the other twins unleashed their
attempted attack on Dems.
They could test the waters all they liked, the feathers showed
no weakness to their assaults, defending and striking back as
they hurled their weak attacks towards him. They blocked back
with more ferocity every time, moving unearthly fast for such a
weapon.
Dems continued to roar as each strike broke against his defense.
His eyes burning red and gold as his wings began to drop
feathers from their lengths. Spread wide, as more feathers
flitted to the ground, the more new ones took their place,
regaining his wings as his features shifted to become entirely
more beast like the more energy he consumed. His fingers twisted
and contorted into clawed talons. His body growing patches of
feathers has his teeth sharpened to a razor fine point. His hair
cascaded back down his back as the show white locks descended
instantly from his head.
The blaze the two spewed from their maws began to surround Dems
and his guttural growl turned into a deep laughter. His voice
almost two octaves lower than it had been mere moments ago.
“Fire? Dragon’s fire… Against a phoenix?” He cast his head back,
his arms extending and rolling back as he continued to laugh.
The flames consumed his image, but the laughter continued to
echo.
But Dems would let their attempt to burn the phoenix. But to no
avail. His blades had absorbed enough energy to be reflective
against this futile try to kill a creature of the flame with his
own element. As they found no image of Dems within their sight,
something flitted into their storm, little slivers of gold and
silver bringing an odd light to the display as the lightning
cast their illumination on them.
Then, the fire broke. Cut and absorbed by something that had
inhabited the flames and drawn it in. Every last bit of energy
entered the leaves that now sliced plasma like butter and ate
it. When the dome vanished, they could now see a dome of
millions of feathers had formed its own protective area around
Dems and formed an outer layer that worked much like a Ferro
fluid attracted to the energy that had been created around them.
When the last of their attack had been taken in, the feathers
flitted away from one another, as if the magnetic pressure
holding them together disappeared. They returned to the swarm,
the massive hive now more energetic than ever.
In the center of the now falling skies of polished metal was
Dems, now standing with the dreaded Hellfire cannon pointed
towards the true form of Demon. Behind Dems stood a darkening
shadow, as if his own had rose up to life and joined him the
fight.
“Click.”
The trigger pulled and the Realm no longer spoke a word.
The lightning now cast its earie glow but no clap applauded the
spectacle taking place. No other word uttered from the lips of
Dems was heard as the round cascaded from barrel to target in
half of a blink. The round traveled between the two men with
enough velocity to pull some feathers from formation as it
ripped by them. The travel speed made death’s otherworldly
movements against Charade seem Childs play. But that was the
make of the Cannon. It was created for one purpose.
Dems had avoided aiming directly for either of the two forms. He
didn’t need anything close to a direct hit in order to score a
kill. The resulting implosion from the blast would rip anything
within ten feet instantly to shreds, tearing up the earth around
it as it pulled more matter and mass into its core. If they
still had their eyes on Dems at this point, if they had the
chance to turn once more before the attack. They could see him
mouth the words. “Just for you…”
Dems would not move from his position. He had been in many of
these blasts and he was used to the effects now. The suction
that pulled greater than any force beside the black hole he had
experienced, mass drawn into the blast as it grew and grew, the
fissures growing deeper as they ripped up boulders away from the
ground and towards the center and then… boom.
Sound returned to the realm in a massive sound that would blow
the eardrums of mortals for miles and deafen some of the
strongest warriors. The insane sound wave would hit first,
wrecking itself against a wall of feathers against Dems as the
wall formed a type of Phalanx. If the two forms where not drawn
into the molten ball of pure energy at the center, than he hoped
they would smash against his feathers as wave after wave of boom
struck against the shield.
The blast of condensed energy rolled out next after five waves
of sonic booms and ran over the land at such speed that even
dems could not hold his feathers against it.
The wall crumbled and Dems was thrown from his feet as the power
washed over his own body and cast him aside like trash. The
spinning blast throwing him yards away to the left of their
fighting ring. Dems would right himself with a flap of his wings
and land, hunkered down against the dead forest floor as his
claws dug into the ground and held him as best they could. His
body skidding even after the blast passed.
Even the air inside of the blast ring swirled with power and
angry energies meant to harm. Malice filled energies that struck
at both Dems and his opponents repeatedly for what seemed
forever before the wave had cast far out enough to subside.
Dems would stand up. His body mangled as he rose to a knee, a
soft cough coming from his lips as he rolled his shoulders.
“I’ll still never get used to that part…”
He smirked to himself as he stood fully erect and his feathers
returned to him. They drew some energy from his own attack and
Dems could feel the swell. He kept himself upright as he casted
shade over the battle field. “I hope that wasn’t all it took to
fucking kill you, you little fuck. Now get your dick out of the
dirt and lets fucking go…”
Somewhere lost in time, Charade floated with death in an
infinite white, their bodies separated now as he floated
together with the man. “Infinite possibilities…. It’s a strange
thing… Ya know… But unfortunately for you, I can leave this
place… you’ll just kinda be stuck like that… floating aint to
bad once you get used to it.” Charade looked over at his would
be opponent. Smirking as they glitched, an image of Charade
still stuck on repeat with the enemy as they continuously, in
their minds, went through every possibility that had ever been
created for their fight. Death would win, Charade would win,
they both would lose, and they would win. They both would go out
for a pint and forget the entire fight ever happened. They were
never fighting in some of them. Just there. Watching.
“I’m going back now. Maybe I’ll release you like the others. But
for now…” Charade tapped the side of her head. “I like watching
the possibilities.”
With that, Charade seemed to slice open the realm and suddenly
appeared behind Dems. The shadow that was there before now
taking shape as he stepped through the portal itself and became
once more material. “Well, you shot off the fireworks before I
got back… What an ass.”
Dems was quiet, his sword still in hand as he shook his head.
“You’re not supposed to be back yet… You can’t be for sure he
was trapped.” Charade shrugged. “How do you know? I might not be
here at all.” Dems grumbled and shook his head. “They’re not
dead yet.”
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Demonreach Date: August 13, 2016, 1:53 am
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Death stared blankly as his leg became trapped; as the Infinity
energy kept eating and eating, to no avail, as if Charade was
some bottomless pit.
Given what was about to happen, and had happened, Demonreach
would compare her as such.
As soon as his leg became entrapped, a black mist swirled around
Death; as the collapse happened, he was prepared; though it left
the leg alone until Charade had released him.
The black mist was Demonreach's Void Reality: a place that was
Nothing, infinite and depthless. As Death looked on the battles,
he allowed his own reserves of power to fuel the Reality, to
force it into awakening within the infinite possibilities.
Possibilities that ended up in various ways.
Various ways that would be the downfall of Charade.
Floating within that infinite landscape of battles and drinks,
Death settled his mind; watching each possibility, processing
them; the Void Reality consuming the losses and draws, even some
of the nastier wins. Slowly, each possibility became countable;
the Void growing fat with power from each realm and universe
that it devoured until only one was left. All things fell before
the Void, its hunger as infinite as the reality itself. The
reality fed Death the energy from the possibilities it consumed,
though it still remained fat with power, consuming all that
Demonreach wanted. If Charade were to interfere, she'd be
ensnared and eventually consumed into the Nothing that was Void.
The one that was left had him victorious over Charade, he forced
the Void open in that possibility and in the original, the two
conflicting realm's becoming another paradox of a sort as the
two attempted to merge together; each realm and universe trying
to sort itself out; to figure out where each reality met and
split.
The two Charade's would feel that tug of each reality, feel that
defeat from one and the "victory" from the other. Death had
merged with his "double", subsuming the energy from his
counterpart; though he suffered even so, at forcing such a
merging to take place; but the energy from the countless
possibilities kept him better off than what Charade would go
through.
Once Charade had left, Demonreach had the Void reality fill that
hole left behind by his opponent as she had left, separated
himself from it. As they were merely within his mind, an
infinite loop of differentiating scenarios, it was not that
daunting of a task. This was nothing to what his reality was.
As Death stepped into the "original", his body was overflowing
with the near-infinite power. This reality, as warped as it
already was, began to twist in upon itself even more so with his
presence and the other realm converging within this one. His
body only somewhat ravaged by the event.
The dead warrior looked upon his foe, 'Is that all?'
As the two were constantly moving around each other in differing
directions, Dems had some pretty accurate shooting; excellent
timing.
They felt the force of the blast sucking them in, even as they
ran behind Dems -using him as a form of shield- and changed
tactics a bit.
Eon and Truth continued to hurl earth, but at the blast zone;
great boulders and slabs of earth that would break apart, sure,
but would add and aid as a buffer between them all. The Eon
could feel bones and joints creaking as he resisted the pull.
The Truth Form ran head long into the Eon, the pure energy being
becoming formless as it oozed itself around the Eon form,
encasing it in a shell; becoming apart of the Eon's body for a
brief moment.
The Truth form took the brunt of the attacks, as wave and wave
pelted against them; unknowingly, moving behind Dems had been a
relatively good idea given the way Demonreach's body was pushed
back even as he dug himself into earth. Not that there was much
left, given the black hole and now this.
The Truth form was sloughed away from the Eon's body, reduced to
nothing as it took the attacks head on to preserve its twin; who
still was ravaged: open wounds bled slightly; skin fell away at
certain areas.
Seeing the feathers fall away, even as he was sent spiralling
away from the area from the last blast, Eon let the whip that
coiled around his arm crack into the air to strike at Dems. The
whip, which was rather short, seemed to cross that distance with
some help from its owner; uncoiling like a snake and just as
deadly.
It would be at this time Death would return to utter his words
towards Charade, taking his place by his remaining body. While
Death looked relatively unscathed when standing next to Eon,
both bodies were bruised and battered; Eon leaked blood while
Death, being in a state of undead, did not.
'Shall we continue, then? Or do you need a breather?' Death
taunted once more.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 13, 2016, 9:33 am
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Charade could feel the time slowing, His body, even standing
behind Dems now sensed what was about to happen before. “Ohh..
You silly bitch…”
Dems had managed to avoid the whip with a deflection of his
feathers that managed to stay with him, but he was quite bruised
up. Blood stopped flowing soon after he stood but he was now
curious. “What the fuck did you do?”
Charade laughed. The sound seeped from her lips grumbling the
ground as the realm finally shook under the pressure of now
having three of the beast on the same physical plane. “He fucked
up…” Two shadows split from the back of Charade as he walked
forward towards the many forms of his opponent. As he took step
after step, the shadows formed, both laughing in the same sick
manner that charade was as he stopped around ten yards from his
opponents, the two images behind him forming up into two exact
copies of the man before them. All with the same abilities, both
with the same charges he had. There was not a space in the sky
that was not filled with the multicolored eyes. Trillions it
seemed gazed down on the battle field as Charades smiled, their
teeth glinting above as their featureless faces stared at their
opponents.
Death had brought the clone into this realm thinking it would
merge in the continuum with the other. How mistaken he was.
When the two Charade’s attempted to merge on the stream, they
reflected one another, much like the same two ends of a magnet,
and in being cast away from death, they faded into the shadows.
Death had denied himself the win on this plane by bringing
another with him into the realm. Time would not forgive the
offense of such a disaster. Father did so hate when the streams
where crossed. He could do nothing about Charade, the being an
immortal concept much like himself, but this death pretender...
who knows. Maybe the Father himself would deal with this one.
Those two not stood behind the original and giggled. “A
breather? You’re going to need an iron lung…” With that all
three flicked their wrists towards the ground, the shadow dagger
in one hand and the Hilt of Dems sword in the other.
The resulting eruption of feathers was nothing short of
spectacular. Intermixing now with Dems’ silver and gold where
Purples, Reds, and Blues. The storms, still rolling above cast
light on the eyes and the colors, creating metal fireworks in
the sky as splashed of colors waved one way and then the next.
The ocean to the sky like the hive it was and even Dems became
mesmerized by the show.
But quickly regaining his posture Dems gripped the handle of his
sword once more, chuckling in his half transformed state as he
began to seep the energy from his blade that it had stored.
“Phoenix blade… release…”
The realm twisted when Death had returned to take his rightful
place in this time stream, like a bad episode of some sci-fi
show, not it felt like the whole dimension had begun to spiral
out of control. All the stored energy from the attacks, all the
power of the dragon’s flame now pulled away from the feathers
and into Dems himself. The god became dense, his body sinking
into the ground as the world beneath him collapsed under the
weight of his consumption. A crater formed, the earth itself
bowing to Dems as all the energy was amplified one hundred fold
through his sword and fed Dems himself.
The arena would haze, glossing over with a golden mist, a
representation of Dems growing aura, before all combatants
vanished into a thick fog. Charade became almost unnoticeable
under the pressure of the thick miasma that filled the lungs and
clung sticky sweet to the bodies of everything and everyone. A
scan of the realm for Dems would find that he seemed to be all
around. His power could be felt across the entire battlefield
and such made it feel like he was everywhere. watching.
The battlefield seemed to drain the will to fight, seemed to
slowly seep the energies from the skin of all who were stuck
inside it. And if they traveled, would travel the world and find
that the man was now shrouding the globe.
Far from the battlefield, mortals began to wilt and fall dead.
Plants, Animals, anything with a small spark of life collapsed
into corpses and faded into dust as weaker things were unable to
live inside of the smog. While it drained and tugged life away,
it never seemed to end. Absorbed, no energy could be found for
nutrients from it and it only returned soon after, thicker. As
if more humid in areas where it had been removed.
Even Charade could feel the effects. His body willingly feeding
into the fog itself for he was his own infinite source of
energy. All three maintained focus on where their opponents had
been. But the charades would call out “MARCO!” as a joke in
order to try and find their opponents…
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Demonreach Date: August 13, 2016, 11:45 pm
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Visibility meant nothing to Demonreach, given his Kuros eyes; he
was able to see in all forms of light or darkness by following
the air flow. Despite the Charade's being cloaked in shadows
themselves, they still moved a certain way that obstructed that
air flow.
Same with Dems, despite his currently heavily shrouded self.
Death, despite all of the power that roared within, gave off no
sense of self; no presence or ego. Eon, however, did not have
that advantage, but all in due time.
However, both bodies became enshrouded by the black mist from
before; the Void cloaking them both, erasing their presence even
more completely. If they wanted to play hide and seek,
Demonreach would play.
The Void hole he had opened prior was slowly sucking in the
mist, more as a passive type thing; even air and light became
trapped as the nothingness ate. However, it was opening wider
and wider, slowly Awakening within this realm. The power it gave
Death was being passed between the two, as Void ate it gave
Death more; as Death got more, the Void fed off of that.
Eon was left out of loop, though he already needed the power
boost.
Keeping with the original strategy, Death would attack the
Charades and Eon, Dems.
With the vast aura of Dems cloaking this world, and the fact he
had drained nearly, if not all, life from the planet, to detect
the nothing of both Eon and Death would be even harder.
Death fed off of this lack of life as well, relishing the death
that would lend him a greater source of power. Eon was still
Life, despite his form being different from the original
Demonreach, so he did not understand the other form of himself
too much, but did not let that stop him.
'Polo...' Death murmured to the Charade's, his voice oddly close
to the three as a sudden drop in temperature ensued. A ball of
black ice formed between the three that continued to drain the
heat from the air, growing colder and colder before it shrinked
to a pinprick and expanding within a second of it shrinking,
spewing needles that would burn upon touch. They would melt with
contact, wrap around the affected area, and as the puddle would
drip away, so too would flesh.
They hardly felt the pressure of the fog given that their bodies
were shrouded with the Void.
Eon sent condensed waves of gravity towards the heavier part,
perhaps the 'heart' of the fog -which would be where Dems lay.
This form was constantly moving to avoid any real accurate
counterattack but given the fog was made up of Dems' aura, he
knew that in itself would be hard to avoid, but Eon was on a
different level than any other form of Demonreach. Only light
could compete with him, but he reserved this movement of speed
to not alert his opponents.
Death, upon his attack, had moved behind the three but didn't
hold that position for long; he proceeded to detonate those
black ice spheres, which didn't use a lot of power; not that he
would feel any significant drain any time soon. But as he moved
and attacked around the three, he grew only angrier as the dead
raged at their own deaths; as the earth cried out. Soon, Raizen
energy came into play with the black ice spheres that would
merely just eat what it touched. He pondered adding Demi energy
into play as well, given the irony, but resisted.
Eon, as he moved and assaulted Dems with the gravity waves,
would move the dead earth in sync with the gravity waves so that
Dems would be attacked from both sides at all times.
Each movement the two forms of Demonreach would detonate sonic
booms, lending an added effect to the battlefield. Perhaps a
mistake that would help his opponents, but by the time they
would target that area, there would be nothing there.
The Void continued to expand with each passing second and as it
did, the realm became more and more unstable; the fabric of it
all slowly unraveling as the Void ate away.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 14, 2016, 12:45 am
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“Marco…” Charade would call back as the temperature fell behind
them. But before the ball could suck in too much, feathers
coated the explosion, casting aside the needles as nothing
dripped away from them but the liquid, and even that did not
make it far as the thirsty weapons lapped the pools for the
energy it had stored. The conversion more than instant as they
circled away.
“Imposter… you are only postponing the inevitable.” The
explosions continued and the feathers continued to cast aside
the liquid and convert, the three Charades now fanning out to
cover a wider area as the horde of feathers defended their quick
movements. Even when the feather were destroyed by the ice
spheres, the dark ice penetrating the metal every so often, more
blades rose up to take their place again and again and again.
“You are not long for this stream, faker. This is not your
place.”
The main Charade tapped his foot against the hidden dust,
casting a lasting ripple through the streams of time. The death
would feel the pull suddenly, as if he was being tugged back
into the sands of continuance. Charade would chuckle as he
tapped his foot again, this time to take steps towards his
opponent. “You have committed crimes against the continuum,
imposter! And now you must face the judgement of The One.”
Another stamp brought dust into the air as all three now crashed
their boot heels against the earth. It would begin to feel like
an internal struggle for Death, as if the former self he had
inhabited was trying to cast him back into where he had come
from. The internal struggle would be an uphill battle, as Death
was no traveler like Charade. But with his interruption of the
defeat of the charade of this realm, he had upset Time itself in
its personification, and Father would lend his strength to the
former inhabitor of the realm to fight off the intruder.
The Charades would triangulate on these ripples now created by
the struggle of the former Death inside of himself and then in
an instant, surround the monster in a whirling swarm of blades.
The weapons would cascade in from every direction towards the
one they deemed imposter, and slice at him, threatening as the
charades continued to stomp their feet, lending aide to the true
form of the realm while continuously attacking the false.
If Death would give in at this point, he would find himself cast
out of the realm once more, and condensed into a solidarity, a
point in time where nothing and everything existed all at once.
There would be no flashing of realms, just solace and peace
forever more. Unfortunately for the true death of the time
stream, he would also be drawn in as would be every realm, the
memory erased entirely. The time had to be righted, and the
sentence for this being was the solidarity.
But Charade hoped for more of the man.
Dems on the other hand, grew tired. His beastial nature winning
over his careful mind as he roared in defiance against this… eon
who released an onslaught against his person. The feathers did
for Dems what they continued to do for The Charades, cast
attacks aside, even if it meant their utter destruction, more
rising to take their place instantly.
And then, within a blink, Dems was gone, a sonic boom forming of
his own as with one flap of his wings he teleported in what
seemed an instant ahead of Eon and brought his hand forward to
catch the bastard energy by the throat. If he missed his grab,
Dems would bring his sword up in a swing, feathers coming
together to form the blade.
At this range, something new could be seen on the feathers if
they looked close enough. Tendrils. Tendrils sprayed out from
every feather, seemingly linking it back to the sword hilt in
Dem’s hand. If the blade landed their cut, Dems would tap into
their energy directly. If it struck the void, the tendrils new
better than to welcome this corruption into their midst. Though
the temptation of possibly tapping into his opponents’ infinite
energy sent a sharp tingle through all of Dems extremities.
‘No..’ a sharp voice spoke in his head, quelling the beast just
enough to stave its megalomania.
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