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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Demonreach Date: August 24, 2016, 7:59 pm
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Demonreach shook his head, 'Death was never meant for him. As
for my name, I shall keep Demonreach, as it is the only one I've
ever known. Perhaps, though, you may have a suggestion?'
Eon felt the scythe being pulled towards the ground and let,
easing his grip so that the movement went unhindered; hopefully
throwing Dems off-balance just a bit to ruin the fluidity of his
next movements, which were well placed in avoiding the kick.
The scythe acted as a pivot, Eon lifting himself up to land on
the opposite side; the weapon pushing itself into the sword,
throwing the wave off its intended mark, with the back of the
scythe blade. The force of the strike would send Dems' arm and
twist his body in that direction, leaving Eon with a clear view
of his back. The scythe blade would twist and come back towards
its wielder to cleave Dems in two. As this was happening two
spires of earth rose on either side of Dems to pierce his
ribcage. As well, Eon held an open palm seething with Raizen
energy towards his opponents back; as the strike would near, the
palm would turn forward so that the fingers pointed at Dems,
thus would allow Eon to pierce the flesh.
Two more walls of earth of similar size rose on the edges of the
first wall, though at an angle. The tops grew to reach each
other so to form a half dome.
Eon's body was between Dems and the opening of the half dome.
The scythe's rubies continued to glow with each movement. The
alternate forms body began to shimmer, thought it was hard to
notice when looking directly at him.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 25, 2016, 9:45 pm
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Charade chuckles and shrugged his shoulders, staring down at the
Eon’s move. “That’s… What he was looking for… As for your name,
that is something that will grow on you as you age in this
world. Before long it will cast aside as if it was never you. As
you grow further.”
Dems was extremely hard to throw of balance, his wings furrowing
to keep him from moving forward with the loose grip of his
opponent and kept his perfect momentum as he avoided the kick as
he had planned.
As Eon attempted to disengage Dems’ strike, Dems growled and
rolled with the attack. His wings spread and in seconds became
coated with the millions of feathers that seemed to spring up
from the ground underneath his feet. Dems spun himself in a
circle as the scythe came towards him and ducked beneath the
spires, bowing his head to avoid the scythe as his opponent came
forward for his strike. The Feathers would rip through the
spires beside him as Eon came forward for his back, he would
instead be met with a forward facing opponent.
Dems snarled and then let loose. The chant was but one word as
he lifted his own palm towards his opponent’s stomach and spoke
in a long dead language. It was loosely translated as ‘Finish.’
The earth itself stood still as their bodies suspended in time.
The ground sunk around them as in Dems palm formed a ball of the
rawest form of phoenix energy. The ground would crunch under
them as a pea sized ball turned into a golf and then further as
a Golf turned into a baseball and then the slick grin would
spread across Dems’ face as only the fourteenth rose vanished
from his arm and a beam of raw power was released towards his
opponent at point blank. It began the size of a baseball, but as
time returned to normal speed it quickly expanded, opening at a
180 degree angle from the palm of his hand and firing a wide
enough cylinder to completely shroud the beast Eon in his height
and continued out.
It only took a few moments, but as his attack finished, Dems
would close his hand and grin, the light returning to the land
as the skies brightened with a massive ball now forming in the
sky, a ball of the same energy he had released at his opponent.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Demonreach Date: August 30, 2016, 7:47 pm
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Demonreach merely nodded, 'Perhaps. I truly wonder...'
Eon released the scythe, the weapon suspended in the air by his
opponent as his body moved to the left quite a few yards to
avoid the beam of energy. The scythe was at his side once more
though it merely hung around him, spinning and swirling as if
with a mind of its own. Eon knew he couldn't compete with the
ball of energy forming above them but he didn't need to. Not
yet, hopefully not ever, as he would seek to end it.
Demonreach chuckled. 'Seems Dems was hiding something truly
fearsome, but see how Eon is still confident? Perhaps a front,
true, but the Eon Spirit has never had reason to fear and even
know, I doubt it finds that emotion within it. See how he is
unwavering? Indomitable.'
Even Demonreach had to admire with some awe and wonder at the
mindset of his other form so casually attacking Dems as if there
were no world ending attack awaiting.
From the ground at Eon's right the sword from the beginning
reemerged, though it was without the seals that held its power
in check. Eon held it for a brief moment, allowing its power to
wash over him; as if renewing, giving some rebirth to the form,
but that was not it as Eon had barely used any of his magical
power.
He released it, the weapon returning to the earth though this
time, it would find the planets core. Within moments the effects
could already be felt. The earth was slowly contracting, being
pulled into its core. Earthquakes would soon be another trial to
endure, though Eon didn't lose any of his footing, and he
doubted Dems would with the wings. The foe would probably merely
fly.
However, even as Eon would going through these motions, the dome
completed itself, encasing Dems within it. This wouldn't hinder
the pheonix god overly much, Eon knew.
He stared blankly at the ball of energy above, frowning before
shrugging. Earth spires would be assaulting Dems, allowing very
little room to breathe, the dome increasingly hardening itself
and thickening. Another wall of earth rose as a kind of overhang
that covered the dome to prevent the feathers from helping too
much.
After a few more moments, if Dems hadn't broke the dome, Eon
would crush it; the spires of earth would puncture the hardest
of materials, thus rendering its prisoner a pincushion. Should
Dems survive that, the earth would break apart in his flesh to
infect the bloodstream that would clog up the vessels, to
destroy the organs within. After another moment, the overhang
would collapse onto the area of the dome, turning itself into
sand that wold swirl around the space in a dense sandstorm that
would peel away flesh and erode bone to nothing.
All the while Eon stared at the ball, pondering; thinking;
awaiting, as if Dems was some minor inconvenience.
Gravity waves began to coalesce around the Eon form, condensing
themselves around his body before dispersing to form around the
massive ball. These waves formed a barrier around it, the
gravity would pierce the ball in random spots, seeking its
center to collapse it from the inside by forming a void within
it that the ball would seek to fill, thus would also serve to
weaken it due to it needing to maintain that shape. Should Dems
make it smaller, it would only serve Eon's purposes and make it
easier to negate; any larger and it would be much the same as
Dems would have to expand more of his own power to break Eon's
hold of gravity around it. Should he succeed in collapsing it,
the resulting explosion, or impulsion as it were, would be of
little consequence to the Eon Dragoon.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Dems Darkfire Date: September 10, 2016, 3:26 pm
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Charade smirked at Demon’s words, shaking his head as he watched
everything unfold. “Yes… Still confident. But turning your back
on Dems like that…” Charade crossed his arms over his broad
chest as he rolled his shoulders back and took in the sights. He
relaxed a little as he chuckles. “His indomitable nature is
borderline ignorance.” Charade snickered as he felt the page
vibrate on its own, the story twitching.
When the Dome enclosed Dems, Eon would not see the massive smile
that flashed across the birds face as he folded his arms and
watched the beast before him turn his attention to the massive
ball. “keh.”
Dems shook the earth beneath him as he drew in a massive breath
through his nostrils. His fingers clenched into his palm. The
knuckles whitened under the pressure and then cracked each in
their turn as the Spike were turned away from Dems in their
turn, breaking under the swirling gold that flecked around his
skin. The Feathers rose from under foot, tearing up the ground
beneath him as Dems contracted every muscle in his body.
With a rebel yell that shredded the very air around Dems and
threw up clumps of dirt into the air as Dems sent out a
shockwave of Negate energies rippling through the field of
battle. Feathers laced with the Negate also flared out in all
directions, spinning on the x axis as if attached to a drill.
The wall seemed infinite, the blades turning in unison like cogs
as they flew out from Dems. The negate would strike the dome of
earth and the spikes still trying to penetrate his body and lock
earth bound powers for both parties and then, smashing through
the dome, the blades would twist through until nothing remained
but a cloud of dust floating in the growing winds and continue
on their path towards Eon’s back and everywhere else.
The follicles of dust dropped, landing on Dems and his
outstretched wings. Dems became pulverulent. Clumps of the new
form sand and muck clung to the beaded sweat from his body.
Fury burned bright inside Dems golden pupils and his body shook
with every breath he took as he flexed once more and stared at
his opponent. Dems would reach a clawed hand before him and
twist it in the air. The ball that seemed to maintain its shape
twisting around Eon’s attempted gravitational pull and flitting
around the pockets he had created to move to a new location,
free of the pull to continue to glow in a new spot. No mass was
lost with Eon’s attack, but now Dems was free from the bonds.
“Fekkenoths, come to me.”
And with his words the ball swirled, flattened and instead of a
ball, a portal formed. Dems slammed his foot against the ground
and grinned as it burst. The portal exploded into nothing more
than gold flecks that flitted through the air and towards the
ground. And from the flecks she spread her wings, the massive
bird taking the field miles above the battle as Dems eyes
fixated on the air around him, his pupils swam to catch a look
at his opponent.
Charade shook his head at the call and looked to Demon. “That
bird… It’s been a long time since he summoned that one.”
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Demonreach Date: September 11, 2016, 9:08 pm
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'I never said he was smart...' Demonreach chuckled.
The scythe would move of its own accord, swirling around
Demonreach in wide circle; the whip aiding the scythe in pushing
the seemingly endless waves of feathers. As the scythe moved,
the rubies glowed brighter and brighter, storing the kinetic
energy it would produce.
Eon looked at the bird, frowning, before shrugging.
He looked at Dems, an eyebrow raised, as if asking, 'Is that
it?'
He felt his earth magics being blocked, growling; a rather
disturbing noise that shook the air around him; anger glistening
in the bored eyes, dancing with excitement.
The form rolled its shoulders before it summoned a pillar of
fire around itself. Lost within the swirling inferno, Eon's
flesh melted and after a few moments, it dissipated. While the
form was still Eonic in nature, gold and white energy veins now
reigned on the body. It was a mix of both the Eon and Truth
forms. The prominent features of the True form, such as the
horns, revealed themselves moments later.
He made a gesture about himself, showing that he too can do
more; as if this twisted form offered something to combat the
bird.
But, despite the earth powers being unlocked, the sword
affecting the planets core is a separate entity of power outside
of Demonreach, becoming unaffected by the Negating energies
prior. The air around Demonreach grew colder and colder,
frosting over the grass in a small radius; his flesh taking on a
glistening sheen but remained mobile despite the temperatures
dropping so rapidly. Steadily, that radius grew as the
temperature continued to drop; Dems would eventually start to
feel the lack of heat in the air; the air becoming crisp and
sharp, almost painful to breathe in. Icicles would form within
the lungs of any mortal being, if they weren't frozen solid
outright.
The Eon/Truth form shifted slightly, breaking the blades of
grass. Air around him was frozen, the atoms no longer moving;
time itself slowing within the radius of Demonreach. He stuffed
his hands into his pockets, the scythe flickering around him in
idle motions, awaiting; gathering the kinetic energy it
produced.
He looked at Dems, awaiting.
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Re: A rematch to end all rematchs
By: Dems Darkfire Date: May 27, 2018, 6:27 pm
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Dems stood steadfast. His feet planted hard into the ground as
he watched another transformation take place. The loose dirt and
stones around him trembled as his skin began to redden. Flames
jumped from his skin as his eyes bulged forwards and a scowl
formed on his normally calm face. He narrowed his lenses. A
single purpose now burned into his expression as he slid his
left foot away from his right. He crouched as he extended his
left hand toward the darkening sky and his right towards the
earth that trembled beneath him two fingers pointed towards the
stars and three towards the core of the planet. The flames that
lapped through his skin now kicked up into a frenzy around him.
“He wouldn’t…” Charade remarked under his held breath. The
Masked man now leaned forward and stared in anticipation.
Charade had become visibly twitchy as he fixated himself at the
pages.
Dems had already been on borrowed time. He felt his connection
to the corpse of his physical life begin to pass through his
incorporeal fingers. The puppet had begun to reach its limit of
control. And the fight had only just begun. He had one last
chance to taste victory before he once more was lost to the
sands of time and his storybook closed once more to be forgotten
in the darkness. He closed his eyes, focused inwardly, and the
flames flooded into the skies above him. The red turned to gold
and the heat that cascaded against the freeze his opponent threw
forth vanished.
Dems drew in a harsh, cold breath and released a visible mist
into the air before him. Charade shuddered. In one fluid motion,
He brought his two hands to their opposite points. A purple ring
appeared before the undead. When the two ends of the circle met,
the flames that rose from his body contracted and a golden glow
enshrouded his form, casting a truly godly glare from his body.
Dems brought his hands towards the center of the circle, stopped
half way through and then drew a red ring inside the first.
Perfect, flowing, without hesitation. Dems did not once doubt
his movements. When the second circle completed, the pages under
the feet of Charade and Demonreach wrenched forward towards the
open book of the fight.
Dems opened his curled fingers and from the center of his
drawing spawned a hexagon. Inside the hexagon a six pointed
star, each point touching a joint of the hexagon. The polygon
spun and extended out from the center with the star until the
twelve and six o’clock points touched the north and south ends
of the second circle. Everything pulled towards Dems as the
third step was completed. Anything that moved away from his
current position slowed or stopped in their place. The wild
feathers retreated back towards their master and formed a field
of deadly grass around their master. The blades glistened and
swayed with his movements. One second they pointed towards him,
the next way in every direction imaginable. The phoenix above
them had begun to lose its luster as it continued its flight,
unhindered.
Dems brought his hands to the center of the circle and clapped
them together and three circles appeared at the southeast,
southwest, and northern points of the star, three more appearing
inside the symbol. One larger one in the center and two on the
east and west X of the star. The two smaller circles attached to
the larger center one by two small lines. “Forgive me, for I
know not what I do.” The tattoos that adorned Dems vanished all
at once.
“No.. No no no.. No no no no no nononononononononononononono…..”
If Charade had ever shown one moment of emotion, it flooded from
him now. The pages around them kicked up and hung in the air
around them. The cloud of stories blocking their view from the
cityscape that was once around them. Charade found Demonreach in
the newly formed accumulation, grabbed his arm and spoke but
once. “We need to go. Now. Now Now.” The grip on his newly
enlightened friend tightened as Charade grew more rigid.
Dems weaved his hands out from the center of the circle and a
downward pointed triangle spread to the edges of the center,
small circle. He continued to wind his fingers out, forming
counter half circles to the northern most circle and down to the
southern tip of the star. As he reached the top of the symbol
once more he threw his hands out to either side, five symbols
appearing in each of the smaller circles. Dems opened his eyes.
The whispered words appeared in the space between the two large
outer circles. The words appeared and The Golden Bird shrieked.
The ear piercing noise the only sound to be heard for miles
before the form of the great beast plummeted towards the earth.
The words simply read ‘On the wings of the Phoenix, Under the
starless sky, I cast all into total oblivion.’ As the last
syllable passed through his opponent’s mind, the Phoenix would
fall between them, nothing more than rock and stone, a guardian
drained of its own power. The crash would send a dust cloud up
between them, the particles rising and then stranding still in
the air.
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Just on the other side of the storm of dirt, Dems took one more
breath and brought his index finger and middle finger of both
hands to the center of the formed circle. He touched them
together and released himself entirely. The combined energy of
his Phoenix and the pent up power that built within him focused
on one point. The physical form of his arms began to tear away
at the point of contact, a ghostly outline of his spirit
remaining in their place, his hands still locked to the center
of his creation.
The cloud of pages now took flight towards the one book they had
watched. Every story cried out at once as if they were an infant
snatched from the warm embrace of their crib by the shadows that
haunt them. Tendrils snaked from the source book and attached to
every single page. They pulled everything toward the one book
and each new page found itself neatly filed inside the source.
“Stories end…” Charade said simply and he pulled Demonreach
away, towards the edge of the roof, against the pull of the
tendril that had attached to his own left leg. He would not be
pulled to his death by one of his creations. ‘I almost regret
giving him that… but man is it beautiful’ He thought to himself.
The golden tendrils continued to spin from the open book. They
glittered against the light source of this realm as they cast
out like fishing lines and the sticky end of the tentacles
snapped to every page and every story that had existed or would
exist. They ravenously gutted the books that already existed.
Tore their pages from the binding and pulled them to its source.
Nothing would escape its wrath. Except Demonreach and Charade.
As they reached the edge of the building, Charade simply jumped
off into the endless void below. Without missing a beat, he
pulled a knife from his cloak and cut open a tear in the fabric
of the realm and turned midair as he passed through to beckon
Demonreach to now follow him further down the rabbit hole. He
let himself be swallowed the hole, the tendril breaking from his
leg as he crossed the threshold of safety.
Demonreach would be able to feel the tendrils now coming forth
from the book to claim him as their prize instead of Charade.
Dems felt it. He could feel the changes of the world already
happening. Condensing into one solid form. The dust ripped away
from between the combatants and once more showed Dems to his
opponent. He was still crouched. His arms were still only
ghostly forms of what they used to be as they held steady to the
sign. Strips of his own flesh tore back behind him, revealing
the shining golden spirit within. Half his face had stripped
away, but the endless gaze still coldly stared forward at his
opponent.
Each page that fell into the book changed the world around them.
Colors blended, trees appeared and disappeared. Images of people
they knew, and people they didn’t, places they had been and
places they would never go flashed in and out of view. The
Phoenix lands, The Dogs Inn Tavern, his children at every stage
of their life, Tabitha, Luna, Amaya, Kenneth, Wyatt and David,
Rilla, they all flaunted like true ghosts before them both. All
the while, the world only grew darker. The stars themselves
blotted out one by one. Dems could feel himself going through
the same changes. The Kid he was, the man he became, before the
madness, after the madness, each one flashing under the
remaining skin and over his own ghostly figure. The Phoenix
Realm, the Void, and the world around them all felt the same the
now. It was one.
The tendrils pulled the last of the pages into their master’s
story. The Book bulging from feeding on so many stories. But
slowly it began to condense them, fitting the words onto already
full pages as it simply compressed itself down further and
further. Words wrote over other words and stories became
intertwined no matter what they were. Every realm, every moment,
everything collided and finally collapsed into one single page,
a story still being written over all the others.
Dems became in tune with the single page and he knew it was
time. After what seemed an eon, it was time. Dems pulled his
fingers away from the center to the edges, and as he did so the
entire symbol changed. The circles encompassed everything, and
the inner words glowed with power as his energy flooded into the
outer rim.
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Dems pulled his fingers inward towards the center, and this time
the ring came with him. After the first six inches, Dems cried
out in pain, his voice cracking into many as he fell to one
knee. His body felt like it was collapsing along with everyone
and everything he had ever known. If the creature before him
felt pain, it was included in his torment. The Book folded in
half. Dems eyes never left his enemy, the sight only giving way
to his cause. Dems brought the outer ring closer to the center.
The shattered remains of his physical form simply fell to the
ground. His spirit now, bound to the edge of the circle by the
energies used and determined to finish what it had started
continued to crush. Both Spirit and body wreathed in wretched
pain. The book once more folded in half.
What remained of the zombified corpse rose up once more to
shroud the spirit and continued the final task. The circle had
reached the size of a quarter now and Dems looked on with single
determination towards his final opponent. There was no were to
run for them this time. No other moments existed but this one
final chapter in their story. A tear streamed down the one
remaining cheek of the corpse as he gave the best smile he could
and pushed one last time. The symbol vanished from their
existence, and so did they.
The book collapsed, pulled inward, and in a simple blink it was
wiped entirely from existence. The pocket created by the sudden
destruction of the matter sucked the realm into the oblivion
left in its wake and itself blinked from existence.
Charade appeared once more atop the golden gate bridge. The
sudden wind whipped his cape back it flickered in the darkness.
He took in a deep breath of the warm air and tugged his mask
off. Seconds later, he hoped, Demonreach would appear behind or
beside him. Charade cast his own eyes out over the landscape and
simply sat down, his left leg dangling hundreds of feet above
the world below, the arm with the hand holding the mask draped
over his knee. “Goodbye.”
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