Dancing with the crimson Devil (open)

[Rose]

His ice blue stare was cold, and hateful. The boy had been searching for days, just for one person. For a single woman who had escaped his sight, and vanished into the distance. Why had he not killed her the instant that the boy saw the running girl? Instinct kicked in. He wanted to ‘play with his food’, in some sense. He hadn’t expected the girl to hide so well, or be able to orb when injured. Now, after days of the little game, Kahani was tired, hungry, and annoyed. He was going to catch this woman, and drain her of the blood that rushed through her veins.

A wicked smile had curved itself onto the boy’s lips as he wandered silently through the forest. Her breath, low, and silent. his step? It had found just the right locations, just as if he had practiced them for hundreds of years, and practiced the art stealth. He could hear the beating of the girl’s heart, smell her blood, rushing through her veins. It was worth the hunger, all for the rush of the hunt. That little amount of excitement in your life, the bolt of excitement, all beating through your heart.

”Ere’ kitty kitty kitty.” Kahani teased while stalking forwards. Thrusting his hand through one of the bushes nearby, and catching hold of the woman’s shirt, he pulled her out, and smiled. ”Did you have a nice run?” Pushing the whimpering girl’s head to the side with the single push of a thumb, Kahani sunk his fangs into her neck, and took his share, leaving her lifeless body to rot behind him.

The boy’s outfit was dark, matching his surroundings as he entered the city. People were not roaming the streets by then, it had been far to late. About two in the morning, so he would guess, and there was not a soul to be seen. Obviously, there was not major partiers in this town, which would work to the boy’s advantage. It would make it simple to slink around unseen, and find a place to await the day hours, needing a new contract to carry on through the day.

[Oroan]

"So was that an assassination, or do I need to get ready to stick your head on a pike for that one?" Said a a feminine voice from a nearby ally. Kiara walked out, dressed just as dark, if not darker than the vampire.
Vamps, annoying buggers. She thought. Kiara had noticed this guy moving about, almost as if seeking something out. He had caught her eye because he moved like she did, a feline on the prowl, messing with it's prey.

Though her sword was sheathed, she kept her hand resting on it's hilt, ready to draw it at a moment's notice. She didn't have a contract out on this guy, this had been her own curious nature that had brought her along.

And like she did herself most of the time, this guy might have been doing this as a job, but she heavily doubted it, and Kiara didn't think that going around killing the more or less innocent public was something that should be able to slide.

[Ran'chir]

Dusk had passed...the nights sky had blackened with the advent of the new day just over the horizon. The light of the sun though had been hours away. Not far from the witching hour shadowy creatures filled to the brim with malcontent strode the back allies looking intently for bad consciouses and decisions of a more sinister nature. In a part of town were any one could get anything for the right price they vagrants slipped in and out of the shade cast by the starless sky. Amongst the human filth and vagrant nobodies a slim shadow seemed to fall from view molding and shedding it's mortal coil. Eyes of fiery crimson and a hood the figure stumble through those whom had given up on life. The drunks the rubes and those whom could not function in society littered the path, these though were the people she needed to come in contact with. The needy, or those whom have nothing were always the most willing to do anything for almost any price. Sadly this night though the cowards had replaced the cut throats and her offers were turned down. Her very discontent permeated the air giving it a deep reddish amber color. Turning and moving the soon to be dead within their own disgraceful dishonorable deaths, the emerald eyed fiend moved on. The royalty needed absolute trust in her and to do that an assassin was her only choice. But not just any would do she needed one whom she could prove was worth the edge of his blade and leather of his boot strap. She wanted an old salty dog with nothing left to lose, but everything and nothing to die for. Disheartened by her failure the hooded maleficent maestro of seduction dipped from sight for but a second. Black light consumed her form but this eerie light had with it purpose. Foot became talon eyes became like large black sunken orbs huge but ready to take in the night. Gaining avian black wings and the feathers of the raptor it took the air. Silence was its mating call, a lack of vocalization was its native tongue. With not even the sound of the brisk and wispy sound of flapping wings the black barn owl darted down the allies until it hit the street.

(Dark Magic School used cool down activated)

The scent of fresh blood carried for yards behind one. A being drenched in the ever encroaching back drop of the caste town, motioned as if he planned to stay anonymous. Well a being smelling of such blood could not be ignored so easily. Swooping down and land upon a sign the bird of prey turned him into the hunted. According to his smell he seemed as if he was more familiar with being the hunter. That however would not stand in her way a closer look an inspection of his person these things were needed to asses just how useful this one could be. Luxurious silky chocolate brown hair fell around his face freely and without any sort of effort. Though his locks fell around his face the randomness seemed to have a sort of order to it his hair curved round his visage in such a way that it completed his cheek bones. Eyes like fierce blue tinted light but paler than the moon seemed to drift on and out for ever, faster and faster she catch wind of what she was looking at. He was beautiful young and smelled of blood. All she needed was but one or two more clues and she could simply skip to the conclusion like she wanted to. Almost staring a hole through his body the dark eyes of her form seemed to grow and sink deeper and deeper into the black of the night. It was almost obvious she was no ordinary owl but then again she did not want to seen as an ordinary owl. About three feet in total height she was quite large for a barn owl. And though her feathers were black at the base the tips of them seemed to fade into a deep green color. Her talons griping and tearing into the sign she perched upon seemed to be slowly fading in color while under the grasp of her emerald talons.

The green in her overall color scheme was about all that could be seen while her black feathers tended to be hidden in the dark ebon caked night. Standing parallel to the boy the owl the owl cocked it’s head to the side to gaze at the boy and as he walked so did the owl upon the ledge it appeared to be following him slightly. It was rare for owl to simply sit atop signs even at night in this strange occurrence she placed her faith. The boy would have to see her and from there she could better judge just what she was dealing with and if he was good she could simply snatch him up and user in her next plan to gain just what she wanted from the crown from the people in this castle town and after that the rest of the region. She was patient she was filled with vile guile and these things would be the blade of her doubled edged knife. With him in the mix she might be able to get closer and the closer she got the shorter the blade of her knife had to be metaphorically speaking. Almost laughing in her head she went through this huge thought process almost letting her attention fall of the young man she had been just pondering about…her age was really beginning to get to her if she could get lost in her own head that quickly.

This all until another youth stepped out of the shadows. With a wicked silver tongue she belittled the the man whom she suspected of being a vampire. Well the girl had proved the old owl right but she had come at a rather inconvenient time. The young man was indeed of use to her but this one was uppity and righteous even if she was an assassin she would likely be to conscionable to do as she wished. Youth was a flame which burnt far to hot for the old soul. So instead of jumping in immediately the owl sat back and watched as the trenched coated youth held her hand firmly to her blade. Life and death would hang just off the tip of her blade. With a simple unsheathe of the blade it seemed like it could be done with. Or that's just how she seemed to talk. Her confidence was almost enthralling, if it was not simply just to soon for her to be making taunting remarks. Her eyes icy blue like the frost in the first gleam of the dawning sun. Her long raven hair accented her features quite well for one so young but...still these things were not important now. What was important would be the very next word for that word would be bathed in blood.

[Rose]

The stars were shining bright in the seemingly endless night, twinkling like diamonds. The mountains thrust towards the sky like emeralds, leaving the nearly black green to show it's outline. the peeks of the snow capped emeralds were hardly able to be seen by the human eye, but seen just as clear as day to a vampire. Trees speckled in the distance as Kahani's eye scanned over the town, his back leaned to the second story wall of a building. An ice blue irises of his eyes reflected his surroundings, picking up what he was seeing in a see-through glaze.

The boy's brunette hair fall loosely around his face, but seemed to hold it's position of curving around his cheeks. The boy's skin was a pale tan, standing out against the chocolate brown that made his hair. The smell of blood had not clung to him, but rather to the forest beyond city walls. He hadn't cared if someone saw him stalking through those fields, but rather let any passerby's see him, but not hear. All that could be heard were the small whimpers of a woman, and the final squeak of her life. Amusing? To Kahani it was. He had done this so much, that it had just become a game, playing with his food.

The boy's arms had crossed, and his legs set out freely as he sat on the roof. He was able to smell an owl like scent floating through the air, as long with a girl's. The steel of her blade, it was strong. He just let a crooked smile grow to his lips as the boy lightly closed his eyes, and awaited her visitors. He was old enough to pick up these 'trends'. People that were out that late, ether were stupid or hunting one of Kaharini's most wanted. his face was not known, but rather it was his pattern. Playing with his victim, and that he was said to be a tall dark figure. usually, the boy had his cape on, but now? He had ruined it with a little fire mishap while practicing in the forest.

"So was that an assassination, or do I need to get ready to stick your head on a pike for that one?" A deep laugh from the bottom of his chest rose into the air as Kahani opened his piercing eyes. "That depends, girl," He began while scanning her over. She was ready to pull her blade, but was she ready to be engulfed in flame? Or to have blood magic used on her? Her body out of her control? Well, it all depended on how much energy the boy wished to use. he was known as the Devil's messanger, killer, assassin, slave, so many names. He was granted the blood magic for a reason, but generally, he didn't use it due to the pain it brought to his body.

"Who are you? And when will the owl come to us?" The boy pushed himself from the surface below, and stood, his crooked smile staying strong upon his pale pink lips. The boy had a strong look, one that at first glance you would never guess his personality. The personality that was changed so dramatically in his past. He had gone from his mother's perfect son, that was hated by his mother, to the perfect soldier of the kingdom, to the perfect killer. A single man's past, something that was hated by all. Usually, it was far to had to do such a thing, but rather one would find another way to deal with the pain. This person that the boy had created, was his.

Lowering his hands, and sliding them into his pockets, Kahani tilted his head lightly to the right, and began to pace around the girl, watching her reaction carefully. "Most are not as stupid as to get so close to me, you know?" He rose his right hand, and watched as fire began to dance in his palm, shifting it's colour with the heat and content that was burning was changed. Once the flame had grown to the size of his palm, it froze, becoming a block of ice that fell to the shop's rooftop, and shattering with a single touch. "And why do you two come, madam?" The tone in his voice was almost teasing, as if he were making fun of this girl.

His eyes shifted to the owl for only a moment, and then back to his main amusement. The girl. With his intense eyes staring to her, his step slowly growing closer with every circle, the boy grew to only be about seven feet or so away. He was dangerously close to a striking distance, but that wasn't a bother to him. He had been in much more pain than a simple stabbing through the chest before, the boy had been nearly dead. His breath was slow, steady, and unheard. His step was silent, practiced over the many years he had practiced it. All in all, he was a threat to any, hence his position on the Kaharini's most wanted list.

[Oroan]

Kiara was interested to hear this person actually laugh at her comment. Apparently she wasn't the first person that had felt he needed a thorough beating. Though the fact he actively laughed gave her the feeling that it wasn't just bravado, this guy was likely worth being wary of. She had taken down a fair score of people like him, mostly because they had the wrong impression of her. She was starting to think that this guy might be a little different.
Granted the challenge would certainly be fully welcome. She thought. She didn't happen to fail noticing that odd owl, but she could spare the attention just at the moment, and therefore didn't even bat an eye, keeping her gaze on her quarry.

He inquired as to who she was, this brought something of a grin to her face.
"You can call me Kiara, and I'm not sure about the avian." She replied letting her grip tighten on the handle of her blade. She wasn't letting herself be allowed to slip up here. This one was clearly a dangerous foe. She had encountered several, beaten most by simply playing dirty and not giving her foes much of a chance.

The vamp started playing around with one of his abilities as he circled her. Kiara felt that was a foolish choice, he had already given her an idea of at least some of his ability, while aside from the fact that she was a swords woman, she had given away nothing about her abilities. Her slayer title wasn't used in conjunction with her name, as far as other people knew, Kiara was just a sword wielder and nothing more.

The little bit with the ice was interesting, but then the vamp made a mistake, a very foolish mistake. He shifted his glance as he was moving. Drawing her weapon by pulling it down and through the open side of her sheath instead of pulling it out traditionally, Kiara slammed her weapon onto the surface of where she stood, the impact making several cracks and sending dust to fly up around her, obscuring her from view.
Let's dance. She thought as she pushed off with one foot, darting to her left while pulling loose her sheath and flinging it at the vamp.

Kiara would really just be waiting for his reaction before she made her next move. She was little more than a paid killer, but she detested those who hunted down defenseless people for nothing more than fun. Sure the guy needed to feed, but to go about it like he did, it was really disgusting as far as Kiara was concerned, at least this guy would have a proper challenge from her if he was wanting to play the game of life and death.

[Ran'chir]

Still trending the ledge still shifting the through the shade of ebon banking on the blackest of night’s blinding haze to keep her from being to notice able. She listen as the two shot challenges and boisterous comments about each other. Their Hubris was disgusting, but it was not without its uses one of them would likely strike down the other and whichever one that was would ultimately be the one she offered a bargain. The young man’s confidence was especially interesting, he thought himself invulnerable to the young woman’s attacks and so his predatory nature caused him to encircle his victim he was even nice enough to give a small display of just what he could do. His magic seemed to focus on the two main paths of the mage fire and ice. Such duality only served to weaken him but she would leave that part out until she needed him to remember his place. Secretly the old owl hoped the vampire would win the fight. For vampires were dead and there for necromancy was just so powerful against them luckily for Ran’chir necromancy was one of her most prized talents. Seeing that there was indeed going to be a fight Ran’chir knew that just before death one of them would attempt to run and she was not likely to let that act of cowardice occur.

Ignoring their inquiries as to whom she was the old witch took it upon herself to prevent any runners from fleeing the scene by adding an executioner. Her cold disapproving antagonism always stood ready and posed to strike out against the cowardly and the weak of spirit. With a lift of feather and an extending of wing the ebon owl revealed in the power she could muster. Eyes like infinite black pools began to burn emerald illuminating the rest of her circular and rather blank face. As his circles got closer the girls grip upon the hilt of her blade tightened in a flash she would be ready to unsheathe her weapon.Keeping with the flow of the action Ran’chir thought to herself about whom would be the best to call to her side to aide her in her task of assessing which fighter was indeed the strongest and most talented in their craft…Killing. With her wing span revealed she prepared to summon her monstrous companion to the field of battle very few could run from the force of the Wild Allon Farenth. Knocking up some dust the woman made the first move Know this could be the last move for one of them Ranni quickly rushed through her preparations so that she may bring her companion to the field of battle. Hacking as if choking upon something bulbous and slimily the owl head seemed to just back and forth for a moment. This was until violently from her colorless beak erupted a singular ring of dark almost black blood.

Drawing with her feathers a few simple symbols she hoped to show the others just what she could do. Harshly she swept her hands down and slammed the symbol into the ground just a second after the woman finished her attack. The blood became as light as it traveld down and though it looked like the light would hurt those whom it touched it would not. It was simply light even if it looked threatening as it dropped down from over head. With the mark of Farenth blighted upon the ground it would be no time until he was ready to leap in from tearing a hole through the very air as he arrived. Valued for his powerful necromancy Ran’chir planned ahead incase she needed to bring the dead to life to serve her will or the will of her servant. More likely than not the damned ghouls would obey Farenth for he never liked to relinquish his control over them to her. For only a moment silence fell upon the castle town something was prepped to occur but he macnations of fated deemed it appropriate to silce the other sounds of the night. Not a cricket chirped not a drunk howled…there was simply the obscure but still almost audible sound of compete disheartening silence. Unable to see through the dust if her venture had been successful the mighty and calamitous mistress of the damned dashed across her sign and leaped off and to flight stopping just above the dust which clouded her vision.

She stayed for only a second for with a few seconds she heard the roar of the beast she had deemed appropriate to summon to her side to do her fighting. Darting back a bit she hopped to avoid where the beast would likely land. As the ethers twirled around within the air it was clear something big was about to happen, the owl had given away with her sudden panic about being in the area of the symbol that ground zero was the center of the symbol. It was like a bull’s- eye and any one standing in the center was liable to become triturated dust and chunks of body parts. Seeing how her guts were precocious to her she moved for owl guts needed to stay in her and not be splattered along the walls and beaten stone path way. With an audible rip the ether tore and a single taloned scaled arm ripped through. Farenth was on his way and it would only be a few more seconds before she had her pawn upon the broad ready to move according to her will. Wiggling it’s four digits the arms seemed to be reaching for some thing about ten to twenty feet of the ground. though what it could be that it reached for escaped conventional wisdom.

[Rose]

"You can call me Kiara, and I'm not sure about the avian." Kahani's eyes directed towards the bird, and back to Kiara. She was a young one, filled with youth. Did he know her? Well, no. Did he really want to? that question's answer was as well no. For the matter of fact, he thought nothing of knowing anything about her. her family, friends, he would kill them in a heartbeat as well, if he were hungry. But as of the moment, Kahani had decided that he wasn't going to kill the girl. For this single time, he just wanted to toy with someone, and vanish, only to return later and tease their minds. It was something that few had the talent to do, tracking down a person. They usually just kept to themselves, or went through a long process of gathering information about a single person, pulling out the details. Where they would go, when they would be there, how could they make the biggest effect, all things that were necessary, if you didn't have the talent of running into people when you were thinking about them. Luck? Why yes, it was. His voice was formal at the point of his next sentence, almost charming, swaying. "You may call me, The Devil's Assassin." If she knew anything about the most wanted list, the girl would know that he wasn't a force to be toyed with, especially if he felt threatened.

The single moment that he had moved his eyes to the ground for an instant, the girl began to pull her sword quickly, giving Kahani the single moment that he needed. To glance up, and take in the girl's smell, to puck up her heart beat, and to get her heat signal. Slamming her sword to the ground, causing dust to rise into the air, thickly covering the two, Kahani offered a smirk. She had just made this a lot harder on herself. The girl's sheath plummeted towards the boy, causing him to pull back quickly, and feel the nick of the hard case brush against his hair. Landing on his right hand, and pushing himself into a back flip so he came to stand again, Kahani's eyes focused on the dark figure in the dust. "I wasn't going to kill you, but if you continue this..."

his sentence cut off at the smell of tainted blood. The bird, it was a necromancer. Much higher inelegance than any normal owl. This owl, it was there for the dead. It was a strange feeling, but the boy could feel the blood as if it were a part of him. Instantly, his breath stopped, and all of the boy's attention grew to the blood. A swift lift of the hand, and this blood was scattered through the lands. Bending of blood, only blood magic could do such an evil thing. Necromancery, it was used to toy with the spirit, something he was immune to. For his soul, it did not lye within his chest. His soul was locked away in a contract, made by the blood demon himself. The blood demon, it was a feared creature, nick-named 'The Devil' by Kaharini's inhabitants. His magic, was older than the realm itself. It was studied for years, but only obtainable by one way, the magic was granted to you by another who had already had it.

his eyes directed back onto the dark figure as Kahani's breath rushed back into his lungs. The cold air, it always hurt after even the smallest amount of time withholding the magic. "I don't need this shit right now..." Pulling out one the the precious gems in which he had held a soul in, the boy lightly felt the gems, testing what type of power it held. Air. Perfect. He didn't have the time to take the dust in, so he needed to see. With two large threats to his life, Kahani wasn't going to mess around. Calling upon some of the power within the gem, he blew away the dust quickly, and slipped the gem back into his pocket. Freezing over the slight burn mark that was left on his hand from using the gem, Kahani went back to glancing between his opponents. A swift movement of his arm, and the boy had thrust a small throwing blade towards the owl, and stared to it in the distance. "You fucking move and I will kill you to girl." His words were obviously pointed towards the girl that went by the name of Kiara, rather than the owl.

[Oroan]

Hearing the name of the Devil's assassin, Kiara couldn't help but grin. She lived for a challenge, and the rewards that they offered. To take this guy in would give her both. Apparently the little stunt she pulled had an effect, but not as much as she had hoped, granted now that she knew who he was, she wasn't really surprised.


Then things got interesting. The vamp was starting to mention how he hadn't planned on killing her.
I have the feeling that's bullshit, he wouldn't feel like killing me at the moment. Sh thought. Though he was cut off as he seemed to sense something. Kiara could tell it wasn't a ruse and let herself notice other things around her a little more. There was an eerie feeling in the air around them. She had seen this type of thing, nasty magic that one didn't wish to tangle with unless they had serious cajones.

The owl was the source, and the vamp realized it as well, pulling out an odd gem and it became dust, clearly absorbed by him. He had just pulled a stunt Kiara wouldn't have let him pull under any other conditions. He attacked the owl with a throwing knife, and made a threat to Kiara.
"Cocky scumbag." Kiara called back as he blade was brought up at the ready. She moved toward the Owl.
"I was about to suggest a truce, but I guess it's whoever kills the birdie first." She said.

Kiara wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea of someone butting into her little feud with Kahani. But there was something foul in the air, and Kiara was between to people who were clear threats to her, one who had decided to screw up a good time. As far as she was concerned, that owl was dinner.

[Ran'chir]

Though the vampire ruffled some of the blood in her symbol most of it were light by the time he motioned to move it. With her symbol not compete though she would have to wait more time before her servant could be made to serve her upon the field of battle. Unsurprisingly she saw the boy spring to action when she began to take the offensive but, she did not expect him to need a refresher so early in the battle. The girl to her side seemed just as likely to want to take the owl down but she was not in any real danger from her as of yet. As if the bird did not see the dagger steeped in malice encroaching ever closer, but it did not move. Struck the bird was hurled back flipping reeling form the force of the dagger. As the bird was hurled backward it appeared to be losing feathers but gaining a gaseous black smoke. Almost instantly the bird grew about two feet and its last few feathers became as a cloak which obscured the witch’s features from sight. As always when out in the night and looking for things her more good hearted mild mannered alert ego could not she dressed in baggy black sometimes silk apparel. Ebon clad and completely covered from head to toe she made sure her more feminine features were hidden from view. Appearing as a black blob of fabric with feathers along the sides and around the which’s neck it pulled it’s am out from under the black cloth to reveal that she had moved her wing in the way. Now an arm instead of a wing she had much better control of her spell casting. Without removing he knife she gathered a bit of blood on the tip of her finger. At the tip of her finger the blood became light and with this light she traced what had been ruined by the vampire. With the symbol fully compete it was only a matter of time before the demon tore its way out of its home dimension.

Unable to cast another dark spell for a moment she did the very next best thing she would wield her soul as an even more powerful weapon should she find that she needed to strike out to protect herself. Seeing how she would likely not need that she simply pointed into the sky for all to witness the coming of her minion. With the emergence of a second hand it was now clear her pawn was about ready to step on to the field. The vampire had done little to delay her from her goal. Pulling itself from the ether a beast never before seen by the eyes of man gazed down upon the works of man in disgust, he held no love for even his master. From its dripping boar’s head it spoke, a noise which sounded a kin to metal being torn apart over and over again. Though it was likely a language to most it would sound like unintelligible groans and utterances because of the distortion cause by the voice of a demon. Ripping the air a sunder the beast tore its way into the realm of man it paraded it’s form about as a mockery of all of creation. Dark vortexes of swirling energies for eyes and hands like the mouths of sharks the beast looked as if hell itself. Pulling the knife out of her left arm she prepared to wield it with her right arm. Manaroth had not been called upon for quite some time but his expertise and wisdom could help her in her current endeavor she thought to herself as she spoke the same absolutely unintelligible language of her master to pawn. AS if responding badly to whatever she had said the beast promptly fluttered it’s four massive dragon like wings. Stirring up a strong wind the creature sought to brush his master off.

(summon cooldown Activated,Fareth duration 3)

Now angered the summoner looked upon the summoned with disgust before calling to the beast in plain tongues every one could understand. “Know your place ghoul and stand here and be counted as my minion or I will simply call forth the next demon and export your foolish self.” Upon saying this the beast responded with one thing. A simple gesture of the finger caused a single skeletal hand to emerge from the ground. This hand wrapped it’s undead grip around the ankle of the summoner. Unappeased by its actions against her the witch quickly pointed to the symbol still in the ground. Distressed by the symbol the creature then acknowledged her as its master and bent to her will a bit dejected. “As you wish High Lich Belldam….” The creature groaned it comment before simply dropping straight down. Knowing she could be crushed beneath the two story behemoth she jumped to the side. Rolling a bit as she cleared the path of her rather large friend, she knew I was about to be a long day. Know he could crush both his master and another human in the process Farenth could not help but attempt to crush Ran’chir alongside the woman in the black trench coat. Not checking to see if he had or had not managed to land on the other woman the beast asked for its task. Sliding her finger down the wound created by the dagger the witch promptly closed her injury before pointing out what she wanted her pet to do.

Pointing to the vampire the green glow coming from under the hood intensified. She would have her assassin one way or another and this was her preferred way. She had brought her pet to stand watch but to directly interfere with battle.”I don’t see why the two of you have stopped your battle on the account of little old me,” she jested playfully but her words held the scent of embittered resentment as if she simply spited for the sake of spiting. Snapping her fingers she called to her demon.”No one leaves this block,” upon saying this the hand from round her ankle let go before sinking into the ground once more. Farenth with all his great necromantic strength reached out into the air and took hold of something. With the correct grip the beast began to pull, as he pulled ghostly reigns began to appear. The reigns that held the dead to this plane became apparent and with a hand on these reigns the monster pulled forth hundreds of souls to surround them. Though a soul had very little physical weight to it they did wield a fare amount of spiritual power. Gaining a fierce emerald glow the summoner of demons quickly prepped for her next spell. Carving symbol into her left hand she released her blood as green fire. With a flick of the wrist she tossed the blade into the air for she needed it no longer. Clapping her hands together caused the same symbol to appear on her other hand. Taking her hands to her sides extended out war she lit the soul a blaze. In the air above the souls came blazing chains not unlike the reigns the demon had used to summon the ghost. The same chains appeared round the wrist of the black clad cloaked figure’s wrist preventing her from separating them. As long as she held her hands together her now soul barrier would remain in place around the three of them. “ Now duel you two and show me how your blood boils….”

(necromancy magic school cool down activated)

[Rose]

A blade plummeted towards the owl, sticking itself into the skin. Falling back, and spreading it's wings, a large cloud of black smoke lifted through the air, and the necromancer's true form appeared. It looked like a mass of clothing, but by the voice, it was a woman. "Cocky scumbag." his eyes glanced to the girl, and then back to the necromancer. He knew that she was summoning something, due to the circle of blood that was now completed. "I was about to suggest a truce, but I guess it's whoever kills the birdie first." Rolling his eyes, Kahani directed his attention to the large hole, torn in the dimension. Summoning? Well, if she was going to play that game, the boy could always use the blood demon's magic, and summon up the wrath of hell to meet to their fate. It would be fine with him.

”I don’t see why the two of you have stopped your battle on the account of little old me,” She had said while putting a soul lock on the location. He laughed at this, knowing it wouldn't hold him. The man's soul was wherever the blood demon had put it, before he captured it. So this little trap of the soul, it was just a joke to him. Stalking through the barrier, his twitching hands quickly making a few unrecognizable, for any other mage, hand signs and twitches. All the blood around him, was slowing down. The boy's spell, it was all to make the girl's, and the demon's blood slow to a dangerous speed.

{{sorry for the shortness, I am kinda out of it. o.o;;;}}

[Oroan]

Kiara rose an eyebrow at the transformation of the owl. It wasn't really surprising, but as far as she was concerned, anyone who decided to disguise themselves was a childish little coward, no matter what power was at their disposal. She didn't have long to star though. Looking up she noticed the being that was brought out by the summoning.
That's one big critter. She thought as it fell toward her. Leaping to the side, she rolled away from the impact point, sparing herself from being smashed into the ground. She could have likely survived the impact, though she wouldn't have been able to fight after it.

Then the witch had the gall to claim that nobody would leave, and that they should continue their fight. Kiara gave an easily audible laugh of disgust.
"Fuck you." She said, nice and simple. She wasn't exactly the most eloquent speaker alive. Then she felt the odd effects as her blood slowed. Kiara wasn't stupid, she knew about blood flow. She had cut open enough things to get the general idea, and that was all she needed. With her free left hand she clenched and unclenched, forcing the blood to pump itself faster. It wasn't a full fix, but she'd be able to defend herself.
"I'd rather take that beastie down, and force feed it to you." She added toward the summoner.

[Ran'chir]

Not surprised the young man laughed at her spell, they always did before they saw what the spell really did. The spell was an attempt to stop people from leaving the block, but the way it did so was not to physically prevent people from leaving souls could not do that. The only things that would be stopped by this barrier would be spirits with no bodies, with enough effort humans could push through the barrier. The souls had different purpose they were actually used as the beginnings to a trap. Stepping through the souls would have no affect on the physical body because it could not. Walking through the barrier unharmed proved one thing though; he had nothing to hinder him. She was slowly beginning to understand her assassin and the way he affected his world. Trapping effect of the spell was the shattering of the chains. Allowing a satisfied grin to cross her full black lips the witch of the dead saw her plans come into fruition. Fool hardiness, hubris, and pride were all like cloth armor to a strong cold and heavy grey steel blade. As she watched her assassin prowl the edge of the barrier she knew what had to be done. Whatever black vile spell he cast in a rage, whatever malignant ritual he saw to enact, whatever malevolent or pious deity he called master none of these things mattered all that mattered was the plan and she would see it through. The human next to her was good about not moving she made things all the easier, now when the barrier shattered the human would not get any of the intentional effects.

This plan was interrupted by the effects of the spell being cast by the dark haired young looking man. She could feel the effects of his magic but it was rather funny what he was attempting to do. If he had known whom he was dealing with he would have avoided doing that. Grabbing her chest Ranni went to play the part quite well she deiced this was a perfect gambit. Gasping for air Ranni took her first breath of the night. The vampire could slow blood flow all he wanted it meant nothing to a corpse. Falling to a knee she let a look of utter defeat fall upon her. This was to be a the perfect addition to her plan falling forward she let booth knees hit the ground giving off the illusion that his spell was of so powerful against her. Separating her arms to keep herself from falling face first into the soil caused the chains round her arms to shatter. This sent shockwaves of green flame through the rest of the chains which seemed to be about ready to do the very same. Luckly for the human girl she was inside the barrier she would be fine. And since her opponent had no soul in his possession the resulting explosion of soul energy would not hurt him. Unable to hold the reigns of the souls any longer the Grand demon let them loose. The resulting reaction was unmistakable a great flash which looked a lot like the glow of sun lit the small block up. Souls were left to fly and the energy pass through everything within the bounds of the block. The vampire before her would be unharmed but not unchanged.

Unable to act Farenth looked at the caster of the spell with disgust on his muzzle and anger on his brow. The little antic was in his eyes sad, and he would not be so kind as to feed into the boy’s ego as Ran’chir. He like Ranchir was essentially a dead body held together by souls and pure will power alone, Blood only needed to flow if one was alive and needed to breath. But unlike Ranni the demon replace all of his original body parts with Necromatically augmented body parts. This intern meant he did not have blood in a traditional sense flowing through his body. Sure there were trace amounts of blood but for the most part it was chemicals he could use to better enhance his necromantic powers. Reaching out with his fur covered talons the beast force entrails up into the air all the part of meat the people of the castle. All that did not consume in the day would be his weapon for now but with time his spells would become more powerful as he adjusted to the realm and its lack of available bodies. Snorting through the dark colored viscous semi liquid the nefarious sent of corpse rot filled the air, and with a flick of the wrist the demon with one hand constructed a being to his liking. Bone of pigs, guts of slaughtered bull all of it was fair game to him. Twisting the flesh shaping it with his hand he brought the construct down at his side to face the human. “Your High Lichness…it’s about time…” the demon muttered this but Playing along with her previous actions she did not respond. Falling forward on to her face she cover her hands as she prepared to spring the trap set by destroying the barrier. All she would need was a few seconds to cast her next spell.

Unable to stand the current situation the Demon began his attack he ignored the human after summoning his flesh minion to handle her . He made his move toward the vampire every step shaking the ground the beast had one intention in mind he would skewer the vampire on his tusk when he got his hands on him…”I could not care less what the Lich wants I will tear out your heart and add it to my body…Foolish human” though he was speaking to the vampire he placed them all in the same group for in the end he saw them as the same.

[Rose]

"Fuck you." It was sweet, simple, and to the point. Kahani let a crooked smile twist onto his lips as he heard the girl's addition. She was a fouled mouth one, wasn't she? "I'd rather take that beastie down, and force feed it to you." Rotting flesh, how appealing. Rolling his eyes, the boy walked through the barrier as if it were nothing, and offered a wicked grin as he pushed his hair back, revealing his eyes, and began to cast a quick spell. It wasn't having much effect, and he didn't expect it to. the human opened, and closed her fist, making her blood pump more, and so he released the spell on her, saving her the troubles.

This necromancer, she was an idiot. Falling to her knees, giving so much of a dramatic effect, he knew it was acting. Laughing, and releasing the spell, Kahani cast another one, one that he knew would even work on rotting flesh, or blood. Clenching his fist, the boy caught hold of the large demon, and the necromancer's body as the few soul spells thrust doing nothing to him. Then slowly opening his hand, the boy expected to hear the ripping of flesh, and discombobulating of the undead's bodies as the blood began to pull away from the body, slowly pulling anything out of it's way. "Your a lovely actress." The smile was gone from his face as the boy felt a drop of sweat fall from his forhead.

Suddenly, the ground began to rumble. Shifting his eyes around, he found the large demon to be charging his way, and angerly speaking. ”I could not care less what the Lich wants I will tear out your heart and add it to my body…Foolish human” The look of annoyance appeared on the boy's face as he continued his spell with his left hand, and rose up his right. "Your and idiot." Abruptly lifting his right hand, the boy set off a blast of freezing air, and magic. As his hand lifted, it froze the ground, and slowly came up to freeze the beast into a solid mass, if he so choosed to continue toward him.

The boy was anything but an idiot, that was for sure. He knew what he needed to do to protect himself, weather it mean exhaust himself or not. It was all in the mind set, showing that he was anything but perfectly normal. He became a vampire, sold his soul after losing his memory, became one of the kingdom's most wanted, and grew to master two of his skills. Although they had not seen all of his fire magic yet, it was most likely a gift from the gods that he hadn't. If he wasn't counting on this city, he would have already burnt this place to the ground in a matter of seconds.

[Oroan]

It seems like I'm tangling with things a bit nastier than usual. Kiara thought as the events blew by. Kiara didn't often tangle with things other than wild beasts. That was her job and it took up a lot of her time. Through it all, the only thing she noticed that affected her directly was the absence of that annoying blood spell, that had pissed her off. She was a bit lost as to what the third party was up to. She recognized necromancy and summoning well enough, and she had made a rather big beastie pop up to give them trouble. Through it all she grinned, Nothing invigorated kiara like a proper challenge, and toeing the fine line between death and life. This was one of those times.

Though apparently the beastie thought proper to go ahead and create a rancid little underling to deal with Kiara. She was rightly insulted.
"Alright then big and ugly. Don't think I'm worth it. I guess I'll cut this abomination down." She said as she readjusted her grip on her blade. Darting in, Kiara dipped her blade down, slashing up to remove this summoned wee flesh creature's left arm away. She wanted to get a feel for this little bugger as it might be more powerful than it looked.

[Ran'chir]

Her acting was likely quite bad but it suited its purpose while face to the ground she began her next plan the boy was quite talented in fighting the body through the blood. Her next course of action was to remove the boys advantage and gain the upper hand once and for all with her next few moves. Upon the ground she used the blood which now seemed to be unhinged in her body to create the boys undoing. Thick almost green and black liquids slowly began to drip from under the hood of the witch but instead cries of fear and or agony the sound of glee could be heard. Were before a green haze could be seen emanating from under her hood, as she began to stand the haze began to take on another color. Mannaroth had be summoned to aid it’s misters in battle pushing herself up from the ground the symbol below her gained color and luminescence along with a particularly pungent odor. As blood poured from bellow the hood The witch could be seen pulling reaching for her left glove with her right hand. Removing the glove along with all skin the witch began to show the two before her just what the power of necromancy could do. Though she was unable to do this by herself at the moment the power of Mannaroth allowed her to gain a small advantage the advantage of control over her own blood. Ripping back layers of skin the witch reveled the rather Mephistophelian skeletal form which hung bellow her false beautiful skin. Though the shape of her bone could be seen quite clearly against the backdrop of the night the color of it was an absolutely indiscernible hue, which seemed to give off a purely unholy horrific glow. With jagged raw twists in the bone and protrusions which seemed to project outward for no reason at all she harbored a new little power she would use to launch her next attack finishing the trap.

Seeing how the boy had no soul to torment she would have to give him a punishment which would affect her for she was without a doubt more similar to him than he knew. With this in mind she prepared for him the curse of Four Fiends. This curse in its original use was designed to rip the soul of the victim apart over time, but seeing how the man did not have a soul to tear apart she would have to use the modified version which targeted the body. The boy had made one slightly small mistake earlier in the fight. He Let souls pass through his body thinking that it would do nothing to him, in the short term he was right that would not hurt him in the slightest. What it would do was allow her to call back the souls which passed through him to be used as the four fiends. Iniquitousness incarnate she ballowed her blood to be pulled out just enough for the Blood fiend to see that like her demon most of her blood was not blood in the sense that it was real red human blood. Though she did not have quite as much of the necromantic cocktail running through her it was enough to dilute some of the destruction of her body. In the end though ripping the skin from her arm allow the blood a place to escape. Letting the blood flow from her mangle and torn senseless arm caused it become thin but black as cole. In doing that she did have an extra little surprise Using Mannaroth she transform her blood into black haze of undeath to poison the immediate air around her. Dragging her unfleshed hand down her face caused her to rip and peel back even more skin allowing it to do just as the other blood from her body had done. This however was simply just for show for just as the mage wanted blood oozed from just about every hole in her face.”So this is what you call TRUE POWER……” she said to herself gurgling through all the blood.

“He wears his heart prinned to his tricks…his trisks are all that he knowns….s..Shot dr…own by strangers who glances can cripple the heart and devour the soul…” Choking through the blood she stumble forward a mutilated husk of what she was in the beginning.” With right hand she prepared to cast her curse but with her left she sought to destroy the boys little annoyance otherwise known as his ice natured spell. Lifting her hand she pulled winters grasp away from her beast like companion causing the rushing cold air to fly to her hand around a central silver colored jewel like orb. She wanted to make sure she kept the fact that she had been a master of ice natured magic under wraps but to prevent he boy from cast would feed into her image as an unstoppable beast of undeath. Now with nothing in his way the hellish infernal beast known Farenth was now free to do as he wished as he charged at the boy. Kicking his hind legs gave the beast a bit of air time before he lurched his upper body forward and into the so that it would hit the ground first. Just a few feet from the vampire he stood with his hands in the ground. Though he would be a sitting duck by doing this he most of the time he counted on the fact that he weight a little over a ton and a half. That type of weight would cause the ground to shake not to mention know the boy off balance if he did not move away from the monster. But this was just what the bore tusked monster wanted. From the cobble brick road came a multitude of hands, faces feet and a multitude of other corpse like parts. It could be clearly seen the beast had began the process of pumping the part from his own body. Though he had been affected by the vampires spell he did not show too much for it from his eyes he cried thin streams of what looked a little like blood. And through there was blood coming from his ears and tips of every finger it was clear the demon now did not have very much blood to pull form his body.

Now showing their true selves the pair lurched toward the vampire as all great zombies before them did to their prey. And as the Farenth pulled the bodies from the ground it could be seen that his back had began to grow and bubble just under the skin. At first it erupted blood a lot like what the mage had wanted to do in the first place, but this in its self was only practically because of the mage. Along with the blood came a bird like taloned hand. Upon forming it reached for something though at invisible at first still held great importance for the near future. Pulling bringing something closer it seemed to be pulling in a straight line through the vampire almost as if he was no standing in front of the beast. “Now is the time I ask of you will you severe me creature of undeath or must I curse you and force hand and take your servitude,” As she asked she approached extending her right hand and it’s single burning red eye toward him as if looking through him and his feeble attempts at a suitable defense. The symbol left behind her was not this time for the vampire this symbol was for the human whom she wanted to stick around for a bit till she could deal with her more personally. “Must have been half daft to think a vampire could deel with the likes of a Loa…The High Lich Belldam…now before you serve me crawl like a worm from a bird.” Around her a thick miasma clutched the air as it cause the bricks bellow her to rot and the buildings close to her to lose paint. As if burning the air her blood became something completely different than blood and therefore out of his control. Seething from her right hand though was the curse and all she had to do as to make it to her beast and she would complete the curse and slowly have the power flay his skin form the bone as painfully as she saw fit with the power of necromancy and darkness.

For the human la a slightly different path. For her, the hunter there was only the meat monster which stood at about seven or eight feet tall. Composed of rotting meats and left over part the monstrosity seemed more demonic than of the mortal realm. The symbol in her blood stood as a sort of revival point for the her body which she would come back to once she had sufficiently coerced the vampire. Even though she was not alive she could not handle being torn asunder for long in order to maintain human form she had to at least keep the body mostly whole. Her underling was meant to be a huge time suck for it was not put together with care and or effort. As she went to cleave the beasts arms to the wind it simply did nothing it did not attack nor did it defend it’s self from her assault. All it did was simply stand before her until she had taken most of it’s arm off. It was not until then that the beastie sought to retaliate in a similarly gruesome fashion. With it’s arm hanging by a limb it began to flail it around before from the wound erupted bone and other sharp implements. It had done like it was created to it stood like an idiot until it’s prey got incredible close, at this range it was highly likely it could with it’s limbs strike out at the target. The bone from the wound created did do something a bit more though, seeing how the girl did not run from this whole situation the duo fighting the vampire was sure she would be tougher than your average human and so Farenth planned for a surprise. The bone shot out attached to tentacle like extensions and with this new weapon the beast attempted to whip the girl for his wound he had received from her. Whipping her head round the Necromancer taunted the girl with a bit of truth and a bit of lies.”If you perform well I may grant you life beyond you mortal shell…” she planned to do so even I she preformed badly even if it meant she was a soulless husk of flesh.


(ICE Magic School used cool down activated)
(summon cooldown Activated,Mannaroth duration 5)