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Demon Heart[x3]
Makyo Star[x10, C.]
Devil Trigger [x12]
Demon Lord [x18]
Demon King [x24]
Darkness Form [x30]
x1 Kurotatsu (Longsword), Sword of St. Nick
Mortos' Mansion (50%)
Dojo (25%), x2 MA School
x 1 Support Capsule
x 1 Kili Scanner (Advanced Scouter)
x 1 Senzu Bean (Demon Fruit)
x 1 Energy Capsule M (Kuroko)
x 1 Energy Capsule Z (Laezi)
x 1 Galactic Dragon Radar (Laezi)
Enhanced Spacepod (The Reaper), Enhanced Spacepod (The Blackbird)
Second in Command - Laezi [75%]
Special Squadron (Seid [75%], Kuroko [50%], Delphi [75%])
Baku [25%]
"Ding Dong the Bitch is Dead!" one of the Demon Lords cried out with glee, with hordes of their followers storming behind them. They flooded the skies as they headed toward the Royal Palace. Demon Lord Mortos was a well-respected fighter and lord in the Demon Realm. He inspired fear in all of his subjects, and ruled his portion of the territory of Makaii with an iron fist. He kept all of his subjects in line. He was the Demon Lord who commanded Heizen's former clan (before it's untimely slaughter by the Jackal Demon). He had long, red wings that stretched out a span of five feet. His skin was colored like blood. He was truly horrifying. Large horns on the top of his head like antlers. He was a large seven foot goliath of a Demon, and he wielded a giant scythe empowered with hellfire. In the Mortal Realm he was responsible for many depictions of "The Devil" for his appearance. He was feared as a bringer of death among the lesser beings. Even some of the Saiyans feared the day they would have to challenge Mortos in single combat. He always hated Nakiya's family and their rule of Makaii. Hiding behind their magic, their manipulations, their inventions. He respected only strength. The only way to rule was by force. If you had to hide behind tricks and others you had no right to survive.
"Finally my time has come. I am to take what is mine from that wicked woman. Ahehe. Pitiful. I still can't believe it. She left children to rule the realm?" he muttered with a loud, hearty chuckle. "I will see it that Makai becomes mine- when I turn them all into dust," the Red Reaper said with a wicked smile. Mortos turned to his ace, Volcara. "Indeed my lord. Nothing will stand in our way," Volcara declared to his master.
Volcara was Mortos right-hand man alright. He specialized specifically in attacks involving the use of his hellfire. His skin was constantly surrounded with a blaze of fire due to his volatile ki. Though he was not yet at the realm of the Demon Lords power.. he was pretty close. Each of the Demon Lords usually kept these warriors around as "Aces" or "Champions" to fight on behalf of them at tournaments or other festive occasions. Or in the case of a war over territory - they would fight right alongside them hand in hand. Unlike Mortos- Volcara did not usually go into battles at full power - there was still much to be seen from him and his capabilities. He was brutal and he would not let anyone of them survive if he could help it. Murdering kids, women, wounded: it was all the same to him. Life was only precious because it could be taken, and he loved to take it from others...
"Curses!" the other Demon Lord cried from afar. Of course Mortos came here with the same goal as he. He had always wanted the throne for himself. Demon Lord Fenos was also a Demon with a focus on Hell Fire, though he was far more controlled than Mortos or his champion. "Mortos being here is going to make this extra difficult. His power is frightening, and his mercilessness even more so," Fenos muttered aloud. He stood in silence for a few moments as he tried to process this new development, before until deciding it wouldn't matter. "Thankfully we're taking a more subtle approach, right, Basaran?" the powerful Demon Lord called to his champion, before cracking out a smile. Mortos held an advantage in raw strength over them, but Fenos was far craftier and far more strategic. His forces were also more powerful as a whole, while Mortos hoarded most of his power to himself. "We'll let them make the first move. And if/when the time is right... we will take the throne out from BOTH of their noses, hahaha," he chuckled with a low, raspy tone to it. He truly was a devil.
"Of course my Lord. They won't even see their ends coming," his champion muttered. Basaran was a more brutal, melee-based melee warrior Demon. He wielded both a sword and an axe at once -preferring the sweet sensation of cutting down his foes with his hands and his weapons. The sword in his hand had better reach, but the axe was best for cutting down his foes and had a little more power behind it. His skin was like charcoal, with the inners filled with lava. Unlike most aces he was artificial. He was made by his Lord and he would serve him until death allowed him otherwise. Until then he would just keep on as he was - enjoying cutting down his foes and killing whoever he had to kill.
The Royal Palace would soon be under siege. Who would protect Nakiya's successors, if they could not protect themselves?
[WC: 823]
OOC: PM me any questions you might have. Let the Story Event begin xD
The thin bodied creature stood at one of the tallest points of the roof upon the old palace. A while bellowing almost dress like clothing flowing behind the creatures body. Dark locks of hair as well as the young looking demon that a waited its beloved Cerulean master and the demonic lord that had twisted it into what it was now to return. Moving alone once the call was heard and sent to the hidden kingdom. The lovely delight one of the few without the God Lord having the ability to still traverse into this realm. It's purple hair flowed softly as agile and lithe legs held balance on tiptoes at the very edge of the highest point of the decorative roof of the demonic lord.
Arm's crossed as dark eyes watched with a coy expression towards the growing force. Licking its lips hungrily if not seductively as it felt great joy in the coming wave. Hands rubbing down its own bodies sides as a shiver echoed up its spine. As if a call of war and battle lust for the coming pain and death to wash over them. The chance to please the masters along and seek private reward perhaps from it. Like a childish eerie echo its giggle would push beyond the darkness and devilish mists of the demonic realm. Arms expanding off to its sides open after lifting off the soft cloth that molded perfectly around the ambiguous form of its body. As if welcoming the threat with open arms to arrive before it.
"Its making me close to bursting with such anticipation.~ Please don't keep me waiting from afar... It hurts to wait for you so.~" Biting down on its lips so hard a small line of blood trickled down its jaw and dripped lightly from the chin. Sucking the blood from it's own lip as it waited for others to arrive of the delectable games to truly begin. Its energy swirling beyond as a bacon of power that stood stronger even among the best of them.
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No one in the Palace seemed overly worried about any possible uprisings. In fact, the new King, Vulpeca, had taken several precautions against it. As they spoke his beautiful bride to be and the new Queen of Makai was closely guarding the palace, wuite literally keeping it within her grasp. The Demoness had taken on her true form, a rather large flying Serpent, and had coiled herself around the palace's tower. Her eyes and her sense of smell was so precise, she would be able to catch anyone that approached with malicious intent.
Meanwhile, there were guards stationed outside the palace, platoons of soldiers at the ready, and Vulpeca himself guarding the very throne he knew many of the nobles would try to take. While he wasn't worried about them suceeding, this show of force was necessary. He felt that even with Nakiya gone, the Demon Realm needed to be reminded who it's true rulers were. The Devla family had ruled over the realm for centuries, and it would stay as such with Aya as it's Queen.
Vulpeca sat in the throne, his fingers tapping the arm of the chair impatiently as he listened to the ongoing reports of the world outside the palace walls. It seemed all of his precautions were warranted as Lord Mortos himself intended to raise arms and claim the throne. Vulpeca gave a scoff as he listened to the report, telepathically alerting Aya of the intrusion.
<It seems Lord Mortos will be hitting the front gate. A powerful move but not the smartest one. Stay by the castle my Queen, your power will be needed when they get a bit closer. Let the Nobles lead our loyal clans first. > He instructed Aya who responded with a simple acknowledgement.
At the front gates stood two vampires, both nobles of their respective clans and once competing clans. They now stood side by side, putting their differences aside in favor of working together against those that would oppose their Queen, the old and the new. They knew better, much better than to think Queen Nakiya was gone for good... Even if she was, there was no one with the ability to oppose the Devla clan.
"You sure you don't want to give up and join your brother in servitude? Honestly wasn't he the last one to stage a coup like this Kieran?" Asked the blond haired Vampire, a smirk playing his lips as he looked up to the darker haired one who just rolled his eyes and scoffed.
"My brother is an idiot and a fool... I still don't understand what game he's playing at with the Demon Queen, but you'd better stay out of my way Sera. I've got a Clan name to repair with this battle." He taunted, now causing the blond Vampire to huff as he withdrew his sword, pointing it towards the oncoming assailants the ready.
"That's SeraFIN, moron... damn it I hate you." The blond Vampire grumbled as his partner just laughed, mimicking him and drawing his own sword. Together, the two would start to chant, magical runes appearing around both of them,, bolstering their strengths and that of their kinsman that prepared themselves for the oncoming battle.
<All of you, hold nothing back! As your new King I command you to fight for the honor of the Devla name~! There will only be Royal blood to inherit the throne if our Queen was not to return! Our rightful heir is Queen Aya Devla! Fight in her name!> Vulpeca projected his thoughts to the minds of all those who served the throne. There was a loud cheer from the troops outside that awaited their orders.
"Hear that?"
"Oh yeah, ALRIGHT! FIGHT! FOR QUEEN DEVLA!" Kieran cried out, a blue hue coming over his sword and the enchanted symbols floating about him. A powerful wave of energy burst towards Lord Mortos' forces. All those that served the Vampire clans charged forward, ready to engage in battle as well.
Nori, resting in a little medical pod inside of the palace, would just slowly open her eyes. Everything coming into view slowly, a blurry cloud clogging her vision. Her head was aching and her ki sense was shooting off like crazy, what were all these powers nearby? The last thing she remembered was going to the demon realm through the portal but after that, it had only been the pod she was contained in really.
Days, no, months of rest were all hitting her like a storm as she shoved open the pod without even letting it drain first, causing her to fall onto the floor in front of her, the medical liquid just splashing out and pooling on the floor alongside her. Getting up like this was hard, not walking for so long made it troublesome. The girl would look at her hands a bit shakily, her bare form slowly rising from the pool in a fierce wobble, sort of coughing a bit as well.
"What... has happened... Jarvis, Nakiya...?" she would shake more, her eyes darting around for a pile of clothes, and soon enough finding her older clothes, not much like her royal garb at all but she didn't much mind, she needed to wear something and these were practically made for her. It would take her some time, no longer being used to muscle movements, everything being a bit tightened but nonetheless usable, the girl slipping and falling a few times before being fully dressed, even her cannon laying there for her to be strapped to the back of her outfit as it hung, but no longer needing it aside from some choice attacks.
"Need to... get out of this place... what are.. those powers? None of them are familiar... definitely not those close to me.." she would hesitantly try to read out two of the larger powers outside but was not able to discern them at all. There were some other huge powers all over the place but some of them felt more familiar, most specifically the power of Vulpeca made her feel a bit more confident but the others, were a bit more hard to place, if all of these were enemies aside from Vulpeca, then they were vastly outnumbered.
She would slowly but surely climb out from the depths of the laboratory, slowly getting back all of her feelings and movement as she slowly made her way to the regular castle grounds, slowly making her way to Vulpeca's power coming from the throne room, but soon halted feeling two other powers that were more notable than the small armed force standing outside. The cheers and roars from the troops outside made it all so clear that these were people still royal to her friend, the Demon Queen, and apparently those powers outside were all too realistically an opposing force.
"Dammit, for all the times to wake up, why now?!" Nori would mumble to herself in frustration before pushing her way passed the two nobles in a sort of uncaring way. Sure, the two of them were stronger than her, but that was only for now, and the immediate second that she made it outside of the front gate, she would take flight, going straight upwards till she was flying far above the castle, her vision darting around to see all of the forces that came. No matter what she did, this was going going to be an easy fight, but at least she could lessen the blow of such an army with a little preparation, as she decided to transform before their very eyes, yelling out loudly as her body first started glowing a bright purple color, her aura expanding outwards, the Majin mark on her forehead burning as she then exploded into an aura of gold.
Once her transformation was complete, she would look down and stare out over all of the forces, slowly holding her arms out at her side. "FEAR NOT, THOSE LOYAL TO QUEEN DEVLA! FOR I SHALL DEFEND THIS CASTLE WITH MY VERY LIFE. I SHALL NOT LET IT FALL TO ANY OPPOSING FORCES WITHOUT MY OWN BLOOD FALLING FIRST!" she would shout out over the castle, trying to let it ring out over the entire area, it wasn't exactly an elaborate speech, but she was hoping that her power and words would at least draw the attention of those stronger forces to all focus her down, if she couldn't hold the fort against these opposing forces she had to hope someone else was going to help them all. But without much else in mind, she would slowly breath out, focusing raw strength into her very being, lowering her speed but not too much to lessen her own upper hand.
Nori: 184,838 Majin True Super Saiyan(x21): 3,881,598
[PT-1] [Royal Presence]: With her Majin Boosted Ego, alongside her position as Queen of the Cerulean Empire, Nori pressurizes her body in a way to punish those who do wrong to her Caesar's empire. The downfall of this pressure is the slow down that comes with it, making it more useful against much weaker people who need to be punished. [+x2/-x3 No stamina cost, Takes at least 2 turns to deactivate]
Royal Majin True Super Saiyan(x23/x18): 4,251,274/3,327,084
She had been trying to recover rather deeply for a while on now. The loss of her mother had been a huge loss to her. Aya had done good to have helped around so much. She cared for her..sister in ways. She was glad for her, she was glad of what she had been doing. She only wished she could grow stronger herself, stronger in ways she still just couldn’t grasp. Without training from her mother, she had been lacking in skill with hand to hand fighting along with newer variation to her techniques...she missed her so dearly. She just wanted her back, she wanted her back, and she wanted her here with her. Training with her again. It just wasn’t the same without her. The others when they sparred with her always felt like they were holding back, she couldn’t stand that. At least her mother would beat her senseless if she didn’t hold her guard. That may have sounded cruel, but it was truly a good way to train. A good way to learn on what to avoid in the future.
When the alarms of invasion were approaching, she was quick to get up on her feet. If these demons thought they could topple her mother’s line of succession, her claim. They were sorely sorely mistaken. She didn’t want to reveal her own full power yet, while she wasn’t near strong enough to fully injure one of the more massive power levels, she didn’t hold a doubt in her mind that Vulpeca could handle them. She needed to lessen the numbers of these lower troops. The fewer numbers there were, the better personally in her own mind. She couldn’t bring herself ready to attack. no , the infantry were simply distractions, things that would lower her power more if she were to fight them first, no rather she needed to attack the two stronger powers first. Not the strongest of the group no, but simply the second strongest of the groups. Her mother’s teachings have neglected to fail her so far, surely they wouldn’t be ready to do so yet. She waited on top of one of the towers, she could stare right into her sister, Aya’s eyes. Family..the demons were her family..not these demons attacking them..no they betrayed family..Aya..she looked so much like mama...she was family..family protected family. Just like that Nyxosa would begin to let the darkness flow into herself as her crimson hair shifted to its pure black color and her skin becoming lighter in tone. “Aya...I won’t let them take Mama’s throne. Even if it takes everything i’ve got..I won’t disappoint mama.” Nyxosa would simply promise as she gazed towards the incoming army.
Slowly she gathered the darkness from this land into her attack, she was forming her Darkness Omega, she didn’t release it yet no, but she wanted to have it ready for as soon as her target was in sight. Those who fought to destroy her mother’s history would soon face erasure themselves.
WC: 537 Charging [OT-1]Darkness Omega PL: 74,217 HW ON Weighted PL: 18,554 Comfort of Mind (x8) Trans PL: 148,432 House Bonus: 30% to self gains
The Kold Demon sorcerer blinked as he felt a surge of powers around the castle before looking out through a window to observe the events surrounding him. "...Perhaps I've spent just a little too much time in my own studies." he mused before he snapped his fingers, his vampiric demon maid-slave following behind him as he left his chambers. He could feel that one of his Marked minions was here in Makai, and she was already moving to engage the enemy.
"It's been a while since I've had a chance to stretch my own muscles." Abzerute mused as he glanced around, a note of confusion written across his features as something was missing from the scene, or more particularly, someone. "Where is Nakiya? You'd think she'd be here to defend her own title from this wanna be usurper..." the Sorcerer inquired as he approached the throne room where he found Vulpeca sitting in the throne. The fact that the fox demon familiar was sat there gave the Kold Demon some ounce of concern, although he could feel the smirk radiating from his enslaved demonic maid.
"...You knew something had transpired didn't you?" he growled, clenching his fist slightly which in turn caused Mircalla to drop to her knees, clawing at her throat as she fought for breath. "Y-You o-ordered n-no dis-disturbances..." the vampiric demon gasped before Abzerute released his telekinetic grip on her. "I'll have to reword my commands next time to ensure this... error doesn't happen again." the Kold Demon growled, forcing the girl to her feet with a snap of his fingers, the Mark on her forehead compelling her to obey him.
He sighed before calling forth a sphere so that he could observe the battle through the eyes of his now active minion, the Cerulean Queen herself Nori, which in turn would allow Vulpeca a front row seat to the coming conflict as well. Her power was registering at just over four million units, rather impressive for one who'd not seen any combat for quite some time. Although what was one to expect when the Mark he'd placed on her forehead was encouraging her down the path of the Legendary Super Saiyan? He hoped she'd at least last long enough to reach that level of power, Athren had been close but sadly he'd been slain before his true power could be unleashed.
As he observed the battlefield to come through Nori's eyes, Abzerute quickly discerned who was leading this assault, and couldn't help but chuckle to himself. His Legendary Super Saiyan was more than twice the power of the fool trying to attack this place. He "whispered" into his minions mind a simple instruction, one that she was no doubt already contemplating, but at least now she'd have a proper target. <When they attack, cut down the fodder like a scythe through wheat, then erase their master. Show them that we are not to be trifled with.> the Kold Demon whispered, the Mark's power enhancing his telepathic suggestion to the girl, whilst he also supplied her with an image of who the enemy commander was.
Demon Heart[x3]
Makyo Star[x10, C.]
Devil Trigger [x12]
Demon Lord [x18]
Demon King [x24]
Darkness Form [x30]
x1 Kurotatsu (Longsword), Sword of St. Nick
Mortos' Mansion (50%)
Dojo (25%), x2 MA School
x 1 Support Capsule
x 1 Kili Scanner (Advanced Scouter)
x 1 Senzu Bean (Demon Fruit)
x 1 Energy Capsule M (Kuroko)
x 1 Energy Capsule Z (Laezi)
x 1 Galactic Dragon Radar (Laezi)
Enhanced Spacepod (The Reaper), Enhanced Spacepod (The Blackbird)
Second in Command - Laezi [75%]
Special Squadron (Seid [75%], Kuroko [50%], Delphi [75%])
Baku [25%]
[Well shit. Didn't know this many people would be around and with such high power levels. Obviously had to do some creative thinking to keep this adventure scaled so you guys don't just... one-post all these NPCs x.x
I'll try and assign you guys each one to mess around with for organization sake to keep this story pretty organized. Obviously you guys can still coordinate with each other, but this will point where your focus is supposed to go x.x]
Mortos had expected this conquest to be challenging, a worthy battle for him and what little forces he had remaining. But he hadn't expected Nakiya to have so many allies after her death. The Red-Winged Reaper could feel the numerous powers from afar as they all rose up to defend their fallen queen’s legacy. Such loyalty, such devotion to a wicked woman. He wondered what sort of trickery she must have used to stir up such feelings. For some it was not even their fight.
Some of the people in this realm did not truly belong here, but were loungers from the other realm. A Saiyan, a Kold Demon - they were unwelcome here. And yet with their powers they dared to defy him and help those imputent bastards keep their power. And he would make them pay for interfering in Demon business. The Red-Winged Reaper held a special interest in the Saiyan. She was not like the others. A real, bonafide threat. Mortos smiled with glee as the Saiyaness powered up into her Super Saiyan form - the Majin Mark emanating from her power. It only made him want to grind her meat into dust that much more. Especially with that mark he so heinously recognized.
The Sorcerer had gotten involved in affairs far beyond him, and he would pay for that. Mortos began to chuckle as his minions engaged in their warfare. “Very well,” he said aloud across the battlefield. “It appears you won the wager, Volcara. It appears I’ll be needing him after all…,” he declared. With a snap of his fingers one of the lower minions found themselves obliterated on the molecular level from the magic sigil that had been placed on them.
They were all worthless pawns to him anyway. About to die in the upcoming battle most likely. They served him because he gave them no alternative. From the remains of the vaporized minion came a beacon of light summoning his finest pet. He recalled the tale of its capture under the Makyo Star. All of his lower minions had been forced to transform under the Star to increase their strength and help him acquire the massive beast, as it could have killed him in a fight by himself.
A mighty black dragon appeared in the skies above. It would do as an opponent for the powered up Super Saiyan. It’s scales covered in orange blotches, its ki black outlined with dark red. It was a mighty creature that would give the Saiyan some trouble. Distracting it long enough for Mortos to focus on his other targets. He himself powered up to his maximum- having felt the little girl’s form she would do as food for his scythe.
The mighty Dragon charged ki in its mouth, a black orb charging from its mouth before a mighty beam met the Saiyaness head-on, hoping to vaporize her completely. Its power was like a cataclysm waiting to be unleashed. It would not be easily tamed, even by this Super Saiyan. How well would the Corrupted Warrior fare against the mighty Demon Dragon known as Megilania?
Mortos in the meanwhile swung his mighty scythe hoping to cut down the strange creation with a broad stroke. Hopefully it would tear into flesh, and begin to mow the peasant down!!!
[Megilania is a Demon whose been suppressed into only Demon King (A Dragon-esque form) via a mind-control device by Mortos. 340,909 x 11 = 3,750,000 PL. Launching OT-2 Dragon Cry (1,875,000 PL) heading toward Nori. 2/4 Stamina remaining.]
[Mortos has transformed into Devil King Mode (2,688,888 PL). He used ST-2 Ritual Summoning to summon a Demon Dragon from a safehouse in the Mortal Realm on a distant world. He is an INT Equivalent MA study. Delivering 403,333 PL Melee Attack toward Durendal. 1/3 Stamina remaining]
Down below the minions charged at the front gates hoping to decimate Nakiya’s foot soldiers. With their claws and their fangs they ravaged the little minions hoping to tear them apart.
Mortos had sent Volcara to lead them, who had been reserving his power until a worthy adversary made himself known. And so soon did he feel not one, but three such contenders show up. The two Vampires, and the girl. They would do… nicely. Volcara smiled as he powered up into his Full Demon Power- his fiery aura blazing as the Demon Realm had empowered him into a Legendary Warrior worthy of such resistance. With a single hand a fiery beam of ki rushed to meet the Vampire’s own and overwhelm it. He would not let the Vampires or the girl crumble Morto’s minions. “Come, all three of you,” he whispered into their minds with his telepathy. “I will burn you all to ash…”
He chuckled loudly in their minds, taunting them so.
[Volcara has powered up to his Full-Fledged Demon Form (720,000 PL) and fired OT-1 Hellblazer (180,000 PL) toward Kieran's OT-2 of 100,000 PL. 80,000 Damage heading toward him. Volcara will be challenging the two vampires and Nyxosa...] [25x 10,000 Demons are each Melee Attacking all 50x 5,000 minions of the Vampire Clan (Since they are 50% over in PL they get to attack twice ergo they each attack 2 minions. 500 PL Damage to each one if they don't block or dodge.]
Off in the distance Fenos and Basaran had been waiting and watching, keeping their power levels suppressed as they waited for the forces to gather. When they struck they were going to strike them from the side, and go straight for the Dragon Queen herself. Their reinforcements had arrived. None knew of Fenos goals or his presence even. Fenos did not want the throne for himself, but rather he was serving someone much bigger than himself. Someone much bigger than Mortos. And their presence would make Nakiya’s successors tremble in fear. “Perhaps Azazel and his champion will show these fools what real power is…” Fenos muttered to himself with a chuckle. He could already feel their powers approaching fast. Unlike Mortos and Fenos they were not in their transformed states. They had no reason to be. They had been outside of the realm of Demon politics for sometime, but with Nakiya’s family’s decline they would see themselves on top. It wouldn’t be long now.
However he sensed something else incoming. Some other presence, a lowly Demon coming to interfere. A wild card player. “Aye I recognize this signature, master,” Basaran muttered with a chuckle. “It is Heizen, Malokai’s former pet. Perhaps he has come to join in on the fun.”
“Oh? Does he serve Mortos then?”
“I very much doubt he serves anyone right now, my lord.” he said with a grin. “He’s not exactly known for his loyalties.”
[Basaran and Fenos PL's are suppressed (ST-2) to 20,000 each. Though their armies can be sensed with their miniscule power levels lol. Reinforcements will be available next round for them before they make their move.]
Heizen was flying as fast as he could, a dark blue trail of energy left in his wake as he flew at maximum velocity. It was the first time he could feel such a surge of power levels in the Demon Realm. Someone was making a power play for sure, and he would be damned if he missed out on all the fun. Likely the news of Nakiya’s death had started a revolution, a power vacuum that would leave the Demon Realm in quite a pickle as a chain reaction of violence would break out. As ambitious souls stepped out into the shadows to claim what was not theres. But Heizen wasn’t coming for the throne. He knew one of the players, and he’d be damned if they succeeded. He was coming for something more low-scale, more personal.
He was coming for Mortos himself. Whatever side he had to be on to lay his forces to ashe - he would see it done.
[Heizen's heading toward the battlefield. Will be available next round to aid everyone. His PL is 83,521. No Weights Bonus in this thread lol.]
Durendal with open arms smiled up at the angry amusing souls. Demonic creatures that lusted for power which in turn brought a form of lust brewing deep within Durendal as well. The thing robe or dress like clothes clinging to Durendals body which made the sword creature appear rather agile and lovely as it didn't seem to fear but only smile maliciously at what came before it. Licking along its lips as the desire like demonic will infused into its original being brewed heavily within its heart. The racing sensations within giving a deep pleasure that tingled throughout its entire body like before such battle.
Its figure one that could distill desire within most if not all it desired. A ambiguous form designed to draw the eyes of others in want and desire. It chuckled being what kind of warrior it was. Flashing into the shape of a sword as lightning struck within the dark crimson sky. The scythe only cutting air at first near the floating blade briefly. But still catching the blade along the lower half of the blade slicing into metal bellow. The sword that quickly turned to mist and vanished shortly after. The blade had been so much thinner and smaller then the full body of the demonic blade. But the scythe had still landed a good strike upon its mark.
Appearing not far off standing upon another tip of a roof fixture. Tip toes balancing on the head of a malicious looking gargoyle. Arms crossed as the little creature smiled with blushing cheeks licking along its lower lip for a moment as it observed the strange creature that lusted after such power. A long slice along its apparel down its chest towards is hip was seen bleeding as pale soft flesh was revealed from under the cloth. Fit and a soft agile frame to be seen. "Adorable... Such anger but no real guidance behind it. It's a little sad... I was hoping for more crushing power. But you failed to pin me hard to the roof bellow, Shame." Holding the back of its hand up to its lips as it chuckled lightly. As if mocking if not genuinely finding humor in the creatures attack. Toying with the creature for the moment having only its own desires and reasons to be here at the moment given the state of the empire and beloved master. Even injured as it was it didn't seem truly all that phased by the action. Bleeding lightly but the wound hardly seemed to cause much concern or it didn't truly seem to care.
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Seafin and Kieran would both glance back at the sudden approach of another high power level, one they didn’t actually recognize coming from their own forces? Had someone infiltrated them and was now going to attack them from behind? Damn this wasn’t good, but just as they began to assume the worst, the girl made herself known and walked passed them without so much as acknowledging them. Just who was this girl and what was her intent? Well, it didn’t take long for that intent to be made clear as Nori pushed herself into her True Super Saiyan state.
“Glad to have you aboard, miss Super Saiyan” Serafin called out with a smirk as his power level began to skyrocket in response to her own transformation. While his form didn’t change very much, he had become much more powerful as he tapped into his Vampiric blood.
“We have your back!” Kieran then cried out as he did the same, tapping into his Vampire blood to increase his power but only by a small amount compared to Seraphin.. That didn’t stop Volcara’s attack from completely overwhelming his own however, and Serafin was quick to speed in front of his comrade, swinging his own sword towards the blast and in turn overwhelming it, breaking it apart into nothing as the blade of air tore through it and towards Volcara now instead.
“Since when do you have this kind of power! What the hell Sera?!” Kieran complained as he charged forward behind his strike, aiming to close the distance between himself and Volcara for a follow up attack.
Seraphin just laughed loudly at that comment as his power was now even above Volcara’s own, though not by much! Didn’t matter, it would be more than enough.
“Like I’d tell you Kieran. HEY, UGLY, Don’t you know it’s rude to pick on little girls? Your fights with us!” Sera cried out to Volcara as he launched himself forward now too, leaping up above Kieran and swinging his sword towards Volcara’s neck, infusing it with ki to try and cut through his neck.
Seraphins transformed PL: 800,000 Kieran’s transformed PL: 400,000 Kieran’s blade Strike Vs Volcara’s blast = (OT2) 200,000 - 80,000 (Left over blast) = 120,000Pl left aimed at Volcara Seraphin used a melee attack vs Volcara for 40,000PL
Aya let loose a powerful breath of fire down on the approaching minions, tearing through the invading demon forces with ease. They were nothing though and really weren’t the real issue… the real issue where the nobles, the elites who actually held any semblance of power. She needed to ensure they didn’t win, but she also needed to protect the palace. As she began to let go of the palace, ready to go and aid in the fight, Nyxosa showed up on the tower next to her, causing the massive Serpents lip to curve up into a sort of smile.
<<Good, then make sure you kill every last one of those bastards that would dare to stand against us. They might be Demons, they might be our kin, but they deserve death for rising against our Royal bloodline. Just don’t get killed, Nyxosa. You are my little sister after-all. Hm… actually, I have an idea…>> In her serpent form Aya couldn’t talk normally, she could only project her thoughts to those around her. She let go of the massive palace and then flew her upper body close to Nyxosa, stopping so that Nyxosa would be able to get onto her back if she wanted too.
<<Want a ride? An aerial strike will hurt their forces tremendously.>> Aya actually projected a laugh in her thoughts then, showing that she was actually having quite a bit of fun putting these Demons down. She waited for Nyxosa’s decision before she let go of the palace, soaring off towards some of the weaker forces gathered around the palace, raining one fiery breath down after another in hopes of eliminating as many people as possible with every pass she would make.
Aya is heading towards Basaran and Fenos’s armies as they are the weakest ones Aya can sense. Aya is using OT-1 Evil Flame as an AOE attack, splitting up the damage between 10 weak minions dealing 64,467Pl DMG to those 10. -[OT-1] Evil Flame: A fire breathing attack with an exceptionally long range that deals heavy damage. [25% Damage]
Vulpeca remained seated on what was now his throne whenever Abzerute came walking into the throne room. Frankly it was pretty stupid of him to do as the guards immediately had spears inches away from his throat, stopping just short of impaling the kold demon and his vampiric maid.
“Abzerute. I haven’t seen you come out of your hole in quite some time, finally here to lend a hand yourself?” He asked rather impatiently with the kold demon. He was supposed to be a great ally of his masters and yet he hadn’t seen him in… well over a year to be honest. Abzerute kept to himself most of the time, wrapped up in his own studies and schemes which the Demon King didn’t like in the slightest. Whenever he disciplined the female vampire, Vulpeca’s eyes narrowed on him but he remained firmly perched on the throne as if he was going to make a statement to anyone else that entered.
“You shouldn’t treat her so harshly. Even Crowley doesn’t get treated so severely, even though he should… pull the leash too tight and it might snap." He warned him as his eyes then went to Mircala and rested on her rather… voluptuous features for much longer than he should have lingered.
Whenever Abzerute finally approached him with that crystal ball of his, the Demon King raised an eyebrow but curiously glanced over, seeing the fight unfolding within the ball as it reflected what was going on outside.
“Well that’s handy, isn’t it. Is that how you’ve been keeping an eye on things while keeping yourself locked away? I can’t say I trust what I see, considering you didn’t even know of the Demon Queen’s death until there was already an uprising to claim her… my throne.” Vulpeca corrected himself, still trying to wrap his brain around the fact that he was now King of the entire Demon Realm. Sure that had always been the plan in the end, but he hadn’t expected that to happen for at least another century…. WC: 1109
Nori would smirk and look onward over the battlefield, the multiple forces corrupting her body all at once making the bloodlust be unending. She was a corrupted form of super saiyan, enhanced in power but darker in mind. She had drunken the demonic water from this world and became closer to demon than her original self. And not only that, the mark upon her head, branding her a Majin warrior burned all too clearly, making her just chuckle to herself as she heard the Sorcerer, Abzerute, speak into her mind. "That is easily done, I swear not a single one of them will get out of this alive, for they have dared to attack my friends claim, something I MYSELF helped her obtain. And with that, I will destroy their master as well" she would chuckle to herself as she slowly pointed her hand forward, a bit of energy building into her hand before it would disappear.
The cause for her to back off her attack was from a beacon that caught her interest, making her narrow her eyes and watch it unfold. What had been summoned there, was something she never would have expected. She was thinking some attack was forming or the opposition would try to pool their powers together for some sort of last ditch attack. But no, the creature she saw before her was massive, and the Super Saiyan would clench her fists. "Change of plans... that things power is massive, it can match me most likely. I wont be able to take out those who are charging with this thing in the area, least, not without lowering my power to where it can easily kill me... as such, I will take that thing out and then proceed to wipe out the remaining forces." she would be speaking to herself, hoping that Abzerute was listening in, staring up into the sky at draconic beast with its mighty, intimidating aura.
Not only was it powerful, but it was already firing an attack at Nori. It seemed that it was already taking its chance to attack the Saiyaness and try to take her out of the fight. She wasn't going to go down so easy, however. She stared the blast head on, bracing her body and just waiting for it to collide with her. The power output to tank the blast was much less taxing on Nori's body than it would be if she tried to overpower it, she needed to conserve her energy, and to find an opening to destroy this beast. The blast would well enough hit right against her, burning part of her clothing and leaving scorches on her body, but she was able to ignore the pain. Both her training and her transformation made her basically a walking tank, being able to be immune to pain entirely at this point in terms of feeling it. Sure enough, it was bringing her close to not being able to fight anymore but she had no idea.
"Is that all you got, beast?! You're going to have to put a lot more effort than that, to hurt me!" she would shout to it, getting into a martial arts stance as she stared it down. She was ready for whatever else it had to throw at her.
[ST-1] Pure Resolve: The Warrior and user of this technique pumps their body up to prepare to take attacks head on, making sure to be the first one to truly take the front of the hit. The main use of this is to ignore pain for a while and make your bodies defenses cover more fronts, allowing your body to take hits for others for a while until your body is overtaken as well and the energy flows over.[40% Barrier, can protect up to 2 people.] [Can be freely raised up through ST-2 and ST-3]
1,875,000 vs 1,330,834 = 544,166 damage taken to Nori [3/4 Stamina Remaining]
Any thought could truly be tempting to one, for instance to Nyxosa, her temptation was the darker powers that coursed through her, a desire to master such powers and use them on those who thought they could freely harm those she loved. Her family, her sister. They were all her family now. All that was left. She wasn’t going to let the bad people take them away from her. This whole time she imagine the invading demons as the earthling who hurt her, the over worlders who had killed mama. She wanted them all to die, yet she couldn’t truly take them all serious. It was why she was still wearing these weight because despite how tough they all believed they were, they were nothing more than fodder ready to be destroyed by all of those who she loved, all of those she would die to protect. Her family.
That was when her sister made such a delightful offer, to work simply as a team. That very thought was what made her smile. Her sister was strong, much stronger than herself. It was why she deserved the title of queen and not her. Mother had always had them on so different paths set in stone, but together they would make her proud. They were perfections after all, they were made to be perfect. Nyxosa had the bonus of having an original mind yes, but her mother was the one who helped influence her, helped her find the dreams she desired. To make the guilty suffer. Suffer in the worst ways possible, She had to become a true goddess of her own people, the way to do that was to make the lower class fear her like they feared mama. The only way to make Mama proud...was to win! Something she was going to do...with Aya, her beloved sister. ‘Kin or not sister, the guilty must be punished...besides this? Mama’s training was far more serious than this. These demons couldn’t raise a spec even to her strength..surely we will easily destroy them.’ She would speak back to her sister through telepathy. Even as her sister offered a ride even she continued to smile, an aerial strike would indeed be more than helpful for all of them. ‘A chance to hurt the enemy? They don’t stand a chance against the Devla Duo.’ She would add with her own bit of laughter to the end as she jumped and floated on top of her sister’s back, still holding onto her ki, both to charge and to stay standing upon the back of her sister with her faster movements. All was quick and all was sudden, for once the flames were lit, she fire her darkness into the crowd along with her sister, Darkness mixing with fire as the skies rained with chaos from above, scorching already many of the armies below. Hopeless they were against the sisterly might, for nothing could beat truly a synchronized duo. More so for such..perfect creations
WC: 538 Launch tier 2 charged OT-1 Darkness Omega as an AOE into the crowd, blasting 6 10,000 PL Soldiers with 12,369 PL each Stamina 2/3
At least one of his Marked minions listened and did what they were told. Perhaps it had something to do with that version of the Super Saiyan form? Did it make them more susceptible to his desires? It was something that the Kold Demon Sorcerer would have to experiment with in the future, something that he was eagerly looking forward to if it produced the same kind of results as were being shown in Nori.
He returned his focus to Vulpecula's comments with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "It keeps her in line, and reminds her of who is the one in control." said Abzerute, although the Mark on her forehead easily kept both of those factors clear in Mircalla's viewpoint. The fact that she had willingly submitted to him in the first place when he had deceived her did not help massage her bruised ego. Mircalla noticed the long look that the Demon King afforded her, and gave a sly wink in return for his visual favour. Abzerute did sigh a little though when the current ruler of the demonic realm questioned the validity and usefulness of the viewing sphere.
"It does have its limitations, since I can only use it to view events outside of the Demon Realm usually, although it can be used to observe things through anyone that bears my Mark." he said, before pondering as to why exactly the death of the Demon Queen had escaped his notice. "As for how I missed Nakiya's demise, I can only assume my attention was focused elsewhere... Jarvis has been a bit of a busy bee in the universe, and trying to keep my agents from being erased in his vainglorious attempts at universal conquest and destruction has been a little time consuming." he surmised.
Nori contacted him, with mention of her having to change plans in order to deal with this behemoth of a dragon that she was now having to fight instead of her earlier orders. "Go right ahead Nori. Bring back its skull as a trophy for the throne room after the battle with it and its army are done. I'm sure the Demon King wouldn't mind a symbol such as that sitting above or beside his throne, as a warning to anyone else who would try to rebel against his reign." the Kold Demon suggested vocally and telepathically, so that Vulpecula wouldn't be suspicious.
Although given how thin the barrier between life and death was, he could only assume that Nakiya was preparing herself in the Otherworld, making ready for her return to the Demon Realm. It made him wonder if he could reach her telepathically. But that was a line of questioning for another time. Right now though, he had a siege to keep an eye on. If the enemy was utilising mercenaries that could rival a True Super Saiyan in power, then what else were they hiding up their sleeves?
Demon Heart[x3]
Makyo Star[x10, C.]
Devil Trigger [x12]
Demon Lord [x18]
Demon King [x24]
Darkness Form [x30]
x1 Kurotatsu (Longsword), Sword of St. Nick
Mortos' Mansion (50%)
Dojo (25%), x2 MA School
x 1 Support Capsule
x 1 Kili Scanner (Advanced Scouter)
x 1 Senzu Bean (Demon Fruit)
x 1 Energy Capsule M (Kuroko)
x 1 Energy Capsule Z (Laezi)
x 1 Galactic Dragon Radar (Laezi)
Enhanced Spacepod (The Reaper), Enhanced Spacepod (The Blackbird)
Second in Command - Laezi [75%]
Special Squadron (Seid [75%], Kuroko [50%], Delphi [75%])
Baku [25%]
Heizen arrived at the scene where Fenos and Basaran had been expecting him with promptu grace. Stopping suddenly as he recognized the duo - the Jackal Demon stared wide-eyed with confusion. “Lord Fenos? Basaran? What are you two doing here?” he inquired, a slight tinge of fear reminiscent in his voice. He didn’t fear many… but he feared both of them, as he did all of the Demon Lords.
They were far above his league, and if they were here to aid Morto’s side - they would surely dispose of him for trying to aid Nakiya’s aires (albeit for his own selfish reasons). Heizen stood bare-chested as usual as he normally found no need for shirts or other such things. His black-skinned chest with a strange array of white lined and red markings plastered all over his body. He did not wear a shirt, but he did wear baggy purple pants to cover his legs and grey boots over them with the points being colored black.
He stood before them questioning them and his power swelling far beyond what they had felt from him in years past. Heizen immediately jumped into the Demon’s Heart - the power of the Demon Realm coursing through his veins as he stood before the two. “Do you two plan on getting in my way?” he asked with an annoyed expression. Fenos and Basaran collectively both laughed at the Jackal Demon. “Not to worry Heizen, we have not come here to interfere with Morto’s agenda or the resistance it has wrought. We have our own demands of the new King and Queen…,” he said with a sly smile. Heizen looked at Basaran, the rock hard demon whose face was as stoic as ever.
Still something made the Jackal Demon feel unease. He didn’t much care for these two, and he doubted either of them had good intentions for the new rulers….
Meanwhile Megilania and the Saiyan were in the midst of a fierce clash. Neither truly belonged. They were two champions from the mortal realm who sought to defend their masters’ claims on the throne with fearsome battle. Megilania’s energy wave met resistance as the Super Saiyan conjured up a small but efficient barrier to protect herself from the brunt of the attack. An explosion of smoke rang out from the clash of energies - the force of the attack contained with little collateral.
Megilania was the product of many raids over the course of decades. Cannisters of stolen, negative energy were amassed into this one creature across dozens of worlds and hidden away from Makai for this day. The day that Mortos finally claimed the throne for himself. When they first created the beast it’s power took all the Demon Lord had and his entire army of soldiers to subdue with the collar restraint. This was Morto’s trump card, and he would not let it fall so easily.
The Mighty Black Demon Dragon rushed at the Saiyaness hoping to ram right into her with it’s giant head butting into the tiny warrior’s body - potentially sending her flying across the terrain. It would make sure that she fell…
It’s master’s goals were important, after all.
(187,500 Melee Heading Toward Nori. You Got this Gurl. )
Mortos meanwhile was in the midst of engaging the strange Demon creation of Nakiya’s, the small yet fearsome little girl. The thin, small sized creature looked at him with a most eager expression, with a lust for battle that he would soon satisfy before bringing her to death’s door. Mortos would be sure to make her squeal. The Demon Creation was surprisingly well maneuvered - able to change form at will - though it had done nothing to aid her in dodging his attack. As the scythe launched her flying through the roof - the red Demon grinned with joyous merriment. His expression however quickly faded as the dust settled in its aftermath.
The girl was barely hurt aside from the blood-stained cut on her torso. Some of the lower Demons might find themselves tempted by the show of skin after that attack, their lust blinding them and ruining their fighting focus. But not Mortos. His pleasure came from the blood-soaked fierceness of battle. Everything else was secondary to him. He was a true warrior and a frightful sadist. Any screams that would be had this day would be from torture, from being grinded into dust.
Even now all he could think about was slicing her into ribbons and feeding her remains to his armies for supper. His hands trembled at the mere thought of it. “Fight back, pitiful pet! Show me your Former Queen’s fake creations aren’t as weak as her, at least!” With his wings spread he took flight once more - closing the distance between the two at speeds most of them couldn’t even comprehend. Swinging downward he drove the point of his scythe to pierce right into her shoulder. It was purposely meant to only drive pain - nothing fatal.
She didn’t earn death yet.
(Delivering another 403,333 PL Melee Attack toward Durendal. 2/3 Stamina remaining this round. )
The Demon soldiers down below the gates tore through the vampire’s minions, landing fearsome claw attacks across the skin of the lowly peasants. Cries of pain reeked out, but their superiors were far too busy to help them. Continue the demons did to overtake the Vampires, while their superiors fought Morto’s Champion - Volcara of Hellfire. His basic energy beam was quickly overwhelmed by the fiery beam, however a secondary attack came into play that wiped out the Demon’s energy - damaging him somewhat as he was forced to block the remaining damage. One of them… was stronger than he. He growled at this predicament. With the two of them ganging up on him… this was going to be a hell of a battle. The other attempted to slash at him with his newfound strength - but the fiery Demon wasn’t going to allow himself to fall so easily.
He let out a growl, his volcanic body shimmering as his ki charged once more. He let out a second Hellblazer - a burst of hot fire rushing to meet Seraphin head on and consume him. He had been training for this his whole life. To be a tool for Mortos to annihilate his opponents and grind them into dust. He wouldn’t lose to this trespassers. These loiterers. They didn’t belong here. He would make sure they were erased! "Stupid Vampires!" he cried out in annoyance.
They didn’t realize the forces coming from above to destroy them, over half of the army found themselves vaporized instantly by fire and dark energies.. Their screams echoed across the palace for all to hear in fear...
(Fired a second Hellblazer. This time at Seraphin for 180,000 PL which is supposed to intercept his MA attack. Tanked the first attack attack with basic ass MA. 120,000 attack - 36,000 block = 84,000 damage to poor ole Volacara )
(Remaining weak minions? 9 Poor minions.) )
“If all you want is to talk- then why bring a battalion, Fenos?” Heizen asked him with suspicion, his red eyes squinted as they stared him down intensively. He was nervous, but he refused to let it show in his demeanor or attitude. Fenos laughed at him in his demonic armor - mocking him as if the question was ridiculous or juvenile. “I didn’t come here to talk. But I didn’t come here to conquer. I’m here for whichever side benefits me best…isn’t that why you’re here, Heizen?” he said with a raised brow and wide grin. Heizen glared. “Actually- I was planning to be rid of Mortos once and for all…,” he responded honestly with annoyance in his voice.
“So you came here for revenge then?” Basaran called out to him with a chuckle. They all knew Mortos was the reason that he was enslaved. Heizen stared, though he said nothing. There was no point after all. “I see it more as removing an obstacle from my path,” he replied back, his eyes sharp and menacing. The Jackal Demon then sensed two massive approaching powers, and that settled his fears. So they had been noticed. Good. Some help to get rid of these annoying pests.
The Queen and Nyxosa were coming. He hadn’t met the former, but he had just recently met the little girl recently. Their powers were great. Fenos could also sense them approaching. “...You… you weren’t chatting with us! You were stalling! You were LURING them here!” Fenos shouted at him in accusation. Heizen’s face was passive. “So what if I was? Were you not doing the same with your reinforcements?” He answered back, his face growing more merry with a wide, cocky grin plastered on his face. With lowered eyebrows and a menacing scowl Fenos flew upward and let his power show itself. It wouldn’t be long until Azazel came. Hopefully they wouldn’t take too long.
“Basaran! Watch Heizen! Make sure he doesn’t ruin this for us!” he shouted. Perhaps they wouldn’t see a reason to suspect them. At least that was what Fenos thought.
Heizen was determined to ruin that for him in any way possible. He never cared too much for him either. With his black aura intensified - Heizen squeezed his fist as he raised it toward the air. Releasing it - the Demon let off a mighty explosion which destroyed half of Feno’s minions in an explosion. Nyxosa would likely understand that it was a signal meant to mark them as enemies. “URGH! You fool! What have you done!” the hard rock Demon said to him with annoyance. He charged at Heizen with a combo swing of his sword and axe - a horizontal slash that cut into Heizen’s torso and a vertical of the axe that dug into his shoulder. The wounds weren’t deep - but they did hurt immensely. Wincing in pain, but forming a weak smile on his face, Heizen stared down his new challenger with a most fearsome defiance. He’d see them all dead.
The lot of them were no good anyways.
(Heizen used Volcano Explosion 124,876 PL on 6 out of 15 20,000 Minions. 9 remaining. 1/3 stamina for poor Hei-san)
(Heizen also tanked a OT-1 Hard Rock Smash special which is 75,000 - 12,487 = 62,513 damage to Heizen. 187,240/249753 Health remaining )
Durendal looked up with light amusement. The ambiguous form only seemed to shift lightly within its silky clothing as a light chuckle escaped the creatures lips. Even as blood leaked from the wound and lips it seemed to encourage if not entice the small thin framed creature. Durendal had no intentions of glory or its own victory here simply to aid and provide some entertainment. Raising its hand lightly as thing fingers quickly energized and fired out a strong blast just as the tip neared this time. Allowing energy to push back and burn forwards to launch back towards the scythe and try to shove it back and some burning energy at the demonic powers before it. "You really aren't very nice are you.. Heheh don't play with others well no sir not at allll." Chuckling lightly.
-1 Stamina - Using [OT-1] Bullet blast: - 25% Charge for 681,815 vs 403,333 with 278,482 Remaining heading at cha. 2/3 Stamina remain
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“I’m not sure how much you’ve let her progress, but shouldn’t she be out there helping the others?” Vulpeca asked of Abzerute in passing, averting his eyes from Mircala as she acknowledged his lingering gaze. It was as if the fact that she noticed him turned him away from gazing at her too long. He focused instead on the images of what was going on outside, his heart in his throat as he anxiously watched their forces battle. He desperately wanted to be out there helping but he knew that the throne itself was the trophy they were after…. And while he should be leading from the front, he was needed here.
“Well, for what it’s worth I appreciate that you’re still here, loyal to our Queen. I could use your insight, what do you think of our chances to hold the fort? Is it possible for you to mark some of the enemy forces and force them to work for us instead?” He asked curiously as he watched both Aya and Nyxosa raining death down on the enemy forces. It looked like everyone but the vampires were having success against the incoming forces. Vulpeca was sitting on the edge of the throne, looking as if he would be ready to leap up into action at a moment's notice.
<You got to train with her..? Like, physical training?>
Aya asked curiously, her eyes shifting to look up towards Nyxosa, pausing in her assault on their enemies for just a moment. It wasn’t like Nakiya to actually ‘train’ in the traditional sense… her mother hated fighting, she hated being touched by anyone she thought wasn’t worthy. She had only ever trained with her mother once before when she was very little and that was because Nakiya knew she couldn’t actually hurt her. She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.
A little bit of smoke shot out from her nostrils as she huffed, returning her attention below her. The two were doing a pretty good job suppressing the smaller demonic forces.
<All of you listen up! This is your final chance to submit to your Queen! Bend your knee and you will be spared! If you dare to stand against the Devla family we will show no mercy! For example, this is the fate that awaits those of you that don’t submit!>
Aya projected her thoughts to everyone around her, ally and enemy alike. She made sure that they wouldn’t be able to push themselves into her mind in retaliation however. To prove how serious she was being, she dove down into the thick of Mortos’ remaining forces. Her energy started to swall up around her massive body, bursting into flames around her in a large bubble that suddenly burst out from her body in a hellish wave of fire. As Nyxosa was directly on Aya’s body, she was spared the fires wrath. The rest of the minions though, well they wouldn’t fare so well.
Used: ---[OT-3] Dark Inferno: Aya builds up power within her own body, creating a fiery crimson energy around herself. She unleashes this power around her, sending flames out in an orb around herself, burning away at anything within 40m around her. [Deals 100% damage] 2,578,699 PL AOE Stamina: 0/3 Seraphin had leaped up into the air to add a bit of extra power to his swing only to be met with yet another blast of hot fire. Being in the air, he wasn't as nimble as he normally was, and while his sword would start to disperse the flames, they would soon consume the blade and engulf the vampire completely, knocking him back into the mass of fighting demon's and vampires. He would land on top of one of the vampires with a groan emitting from both of them.
"Damn it... I hate him but I won't let you get away with that!" Kieran cried out as his blade began to glow with vibrant crimson energy. The hilt of the blade extended as spikes shot out into Kieran's hand, the blade itself turning red with it's wielders blood.
"Just die already!" He cried out as he swung his sword towards Volcara with all of his remaining energy in hopes of ending this quickly.
Seraphin took the hit from Volcara and is currently dazed, 2/3 stamina Kieran fired an OT-1 Bladed strike towards Volcara for 100,000PL Now at 0/3 stamina
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