Dancing with the crimson Devil (open)

[Rose]

Kahani used all of his concentration on his ice magic as the other hand was sealing his blood magic. Suddenly, once he was done sealing the magic, his ice abilities were stripped from him momentarily, causing him to look up to the woman. It wasn't an unknown fact, she was hideous... Well, obviously to him anyway. His shining eyes shifted from the woman to the beast, who was lingering in the air at that point. His legs pushed him off of the ground as if landed upon the ground, shaking it violently. The boy landed, falling to the ground as it ground began to slow from rumbling.

Quickly bringing himself up from the ground, and slipping his hand into his pocket, the boy shuffled through a few different gems, finally wrapping his fingers around a large ruby. His eyes shifted up to the large beast, a crooked smile lifting up upon his lips. He looked to the witch as the necromancer stalked towards him, making the boy lightly step back, and watch as she lifted her hand. His lips lost the smile as she spoke, making his eyes jolt over her, studying what the woman was saying.

“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,” He fiddled with his gems as the woman spoke, causing him to narrow his eyes, and instantly grow a large smile. He knew what he was going after he last amount of words. “Must have been half daft to think a vampire could deal with the likes of a Loa…The High Lich Belldam…now before you serve me crawl like a worm from a bird.” Pulling out the ruby, the boy held it up, and nodded. "Have fun."

Slamming the blood red gem to the ground, shattering it, blood began to seep from where the ruby was thrown. A great force rushed through the land, holding with it the feeling of hell itself. Kahani jumped back quickly, bowing to the arising beast. No matter how much the boy didn’t want to do this, what was needed to be done, was needed to be done to arise to victory against his opponent. Right now, he was in control, but the boy knew that with the spirit loose of his master, he was still in great danger.

Four black claws pierced through the dirt, ripping it apart the landscape, bringing the crimson fingers through the land. The beast’s large hands pulled through the hole, grasping onto one of the buildings around it to pull the beast up. First the overly sized arms, then the beast’s head. It’s snout was long, and teeth pointed to a razor as if opened it’s bright red eyes. The creature brought itself out from the ground fully, towering over the woman’s creation as it stood on all fours. The beast’s muscular body was hidden by the veil of night, only it’s eyes really being able to be seen as they came to a bright shine in the night. It searched the landscape, and found the necromancer. A wicked smile, just before it turned to face Kahani.

”You held me away in a gem!?” it roared to the man as Kahani looked up. ”Yes master, I kept you safe, and now you need to do the same with me.” The creature’s bloodshot eyes darted back to the woman and her beast. Slamming one hand down, and swaying it’s raisered tail around to swipe at the large demon, the creature from hell began to bend the blood that hand now covered the earth around to encase them in a magical tomb. The crimson began to glow, giving plenty of tainted light within the location. Kahani lifted himself up, and laughed while crossing his arms. ”I played with yours, now you play with mine.”

A large, echoing roar erupted through the air, shaking the earth with it’s intensity. Digging it’s long claws into the earth, the creature stood, stretching it’s limbs and lightly pulling away the souls in the location. Souls that were trapped around, even the ones that had pulled through Kahani before, they all pulled to the Demon, it devouring them as they came in contact with his skin. ”Who are you to try to take my servant from me lich?” The voice echoed through the town, the beast lowering himself down slightly to listen to the woman.

Kahani leaned to the wall of glowing blood as he watched his master unfold all of this in front of him. Right now, he had absolute control of the blood demon. The single Demon that was feared for so many centuries, was now in his control. It was a given that he was proud of himself, but he knew that there was something wrong about it. The way of his forgotten past, it was screaming to him to stop, just as it always did before he mad a kill. Just as it did before he took on the powers of blood magic.

The boy had grown slightly weakened from using the magic, and what it did to himself. The effects would kick in later, but for now, the magic was still activated, making his literally feel nothing. No feeling of touch, nothing. The only thing that he was thinking was how this was so delightful for him to see his master again. He had him in his possession for so long, but now to see him in battle, to see how powerful he could be, them man was highly amused by this. To see true power, true power to him anyway, it was amazing.

The creature had a certain aura about it, sending even the happiest of people, to plummet into what was a feeling of darkness, and hopelessness. Now, Kahani was known as the bringer of this. It didn’t affect him due to the contract that he had signed. This feeling, it now brought him comfort, happiness. Brushing back his brunette hair, the boy looked to his pants, which had been pushed into the crimson to mid shin. The blood had become a sea, trapped a little over a foot over the ground to make the demon’s advantage greater. With the more blood, the more it could force into one’s body that was already dead, and the more it could control it. The beast, it and it’s servant. They would be known as one of the most feared duos, and in the kingdom, they were known as one to avoid at all cost, only for one to think that the would destroy the world some day… Which they wouldn’t. The two needed the world to survive.

OOC: ((Sorry for how bad the post is, I am just kinda pushing out a post here. x.x so ya.))

[Oroan]

All these summons in such short order. This is going to get a lot bigger than just the three of us. Kiara thought with a dark expression on her face as she shifted her blade to block the incoming strike. It glanced off her blade and impacted with her right shoulder, sending her back where she rolled to her feet to face this interesting construct. She was fine, but her coat and shirt were both torn from the impact.
"Lousy flesh beast." She muttered as the necromancer made some crack about reanimating her.

"We'll see about that." She said quietly, not wanting to split her attention too much. There were beasties being summoned left and right, and one of them used the wound she had inflicted as a weapon. Kiara gave a small chuckle.
"Not a bad way to spend one's evening." She said as she darted back in, going for a swipe to her foe's left leg. She kept on guard for counter attacks, perfectly willing to shift to defense rather than get nailed by an attack. Though if she did land her strike, she would be running past as she struck, not staying there for the leg to do something weird.

She wondered if forcing this beast to pull that trick or something similar with it's other limbs might start causing it and it's summoner problems. After all, it's reaction would have required a draw of energy. And Kiara was willing to bet that if anything, she could outlast the necro by sheer stubbornness.

[Ran'chir]

With victory almost within her grasp the blonde now almost skeletal lich prepared to use the dark magic she had been storing to cast her next curse which would for all intensive purposes bend the young looking vampire to her will. Through peeling of the flesh and flaying of the bone she hope to coerce her prey into her services up until the young vampire pulled out the final stop which was contained with a single crimson jewel. With Farenth almost exhausted in terms of how long he could perform spells in this plane and she was not sure how long she could continue playing her game and casting spells with the intent of leaving the vampire unharmed. If she would continue she would have to unleash her aura and send the vampire into the dark ages with spells grand in nature as wells general size and scope. The only problem with that idea was just what it would do the town around them by then there must have been people stirring from their sleeps to see the display of vile magic being cast just below their windowsills. If she continued to cast spells and make a bigger ruckus she was likely to garner more unwanted attention which could lead to her discovery. If her true identity were to be made public knowledge the next course of action she would have to take would be obvious and thus she would have wasted her time. Every living thing in the town would have to be turned into walking rotting ghoulish undead fiercely loyal to her. That would be a wasted consolation prize and she needed the people of the town and it’s king for another reason.

Scales talons and lashing tail, all things she witnessed as the vampire displayed to her his master. Strangely though she was not sure how the vampire could summon a powerful demon to this plane for powerful demons stayed on the other side where they could do no harm. Her lord her master was trapped upon the other side to prevent the dead from rising from the graves as an army which would destroy all whom would not agree to serve the great Loa. This intern gave the lich insight as to how powerful a caster the demon before her was. Though it was several stories tall it had a power which felt familiar to her for it was similar to her own. She being no longer human and a lich only by definition meant that she could perform a few feats she was sure would surprise her now double enemy count. Though she could take her true from as a powerful Feline Loa she figure that would be far too taxing on her part. As she stood now her arm engulfed in black tendrils of black magic she stood and looked as the beast with it’s tail reached out and struck out at her companion. Being as prideful as he was the Spirit pulled his hands out of the ground and with the hand form his back and the hands which he used to summoned the disembodied limbs of the dead bellow the pair, he attempted to block the tail coming at him. Sadly though for the large shadow entrenched demon Farenth had lasted as long as he could in the mortal plane and hand become intangible for he was quickly returning to the other side. With a smile upon his crocked maw the bore tusked demon let out a small but stinging chuckle for her knew that tail whip was about the best the other demon had to offer.”As Servant of a Loa you know…you can’t fail to execute the plan…even if it means being killed?” The bore tusked spirit asked as he glanced down upon his master without receiving an answer.

Ranni was not likely to answer his question but she knew what had to be done she had to execute the plan even if it meant she had to sacrifice for it to be done. Martyrdom was not a high priority on her list she she sought end the fight before any would see and or get a chance to interfere. Seeing how the beast like demon had consumed all the souls she had summoned she knew it had the power of maybe close to a thousand men within it. This was quite a mistake for he also had the sin the corruption of those soul within his body. With the blood like prison forming around her and her servant fading into the abyss things on the outside looked rather bleak for her but in her own mind she had already one. In her right mind Ranni would never absorb affect souls for they were still affected. Allowing the chains attached to the souls which flew through his servant to fall into her hands Ranni looked upon the fool hardy demon with a foul grin. Because she would need to cast a curse on multiple souls Ranni though to herself about crushing the locket which she used to hide her aura. With it crushed she would have access to a majorty of her spell power and she would have the power to send her souls out as weapons. These powers enticed her and drove her to a point of climax she would have to show them what she could do before they began brag in their sadly misplace hubris. Though the Demon had a powerful aura to humans and other weak creatures of the flesh it would be nothing more than a lantern to her as so as she made a move to crush her locket. With the chains in hand she looked up upon her new prey and allowed a childish but girlish giggle slide out from between her thinly spread grinning lips.

Holding her hand to locket for a mere second the Lich caused it to suddenly contact and become crumbled and broken. The golden gleam of the locket then became tarnished a though the item had suddenly lost its luster. As the deep almost pitch core of the locket spread the time piece became as ash and it was no longer of any use to any one anymore. As the color of the locket faded to deep vomit green color so did the air around her. The air by her side not only filled with the miasma from before but with an almost black glow. It was the color of intense excitement she had been enjoying he battle before but it was not quite so clear as it had become then. With her black aura passion and excitement and her chains hidden through the green smoke of her chokingly potent chemical cocktail she prepared to instead curse the large demon before her. If it were smart enough to take in souls used in spells it was smart enough to know how to live with damn near a thousand souls ripping at its flesh daily. With a brisk clap of the hands she prepared for the next step. The clap caused the smoke which would at best suffocate them seeing that they were now in a closed room condensed into a more liquid like form. Black like the color of the sky in a starless night, the liquid would be used as a black tether to seal the spell into effect. Smothering the chain in the liquid caused it to take on a much more vile appearance like the chains which held back the hounds of hell she they grew scarred and ugly. Almost Mephistophelian her fiendish appearance matched the rankness of her soul. “To this flesh I Bind THEE!” Placing her other hand upon the chain sent the dark magic through the chain which connected to large scaly demon before her. In a flash of hellish delight the Demon Priestess cackled as the soul chain she had been using shattered and the souls became a permanent feature of the demon. If he wanted more souls he would have them for all eternity as they picked the flesh off his bones.

Now with a being cursed she saw the battle as over. What more could be done then condemn one to such pain. “Yes I want your Servant and I am sure you will hand him over willingly in time for you have taken his punishment for him, you are such a gracious master, being willing to shoulder his curse for his sake….” As she spoke those words she watched as the spell began to take effect. At first it would be one soul but with time it would become many and he would be consumed. The first soul consumed by her curse hastily emerged from the demons flesh without harming him but once it had to go back it that would be a different story. The soul floating just above the demons head then began to quake violently as it took on the form most appropriate to serve her will. Gain a skeletal frame the soul quickly began to look for more human than when it started out. With a human frame it then tore from the air a black fabric like substance from the ether. With that the skeletal soul then grew a malevolent aura and a taste for flesh with claws created from dark magic and necromancy it was poised to become the bane of the now in her mind defeated duo. Now with the spell beginning to work she saw no reason to continue to battle. Seeing how the curse she had put in to affect needed her blood, necromancy, and some knowledge of dark spiritualism she figured she was just about done. Beside she had used up all her blood to cast the spell. So she needed time to put together the chemical cocktail she called blood to remove the curse if she wanted to. But she was trapped within the blood prison. This too was handled by her moments ago. With a snap of her fingers her body began to rot away and decay. As it did she smiled for her opponents would be stuck attempting to figure out what had happened to her for a few seconds.

With her body all but gone her opponent had the choice to stand and look at the grievous injuries inflicted upon one of them. One of them was curse to have his flesh peeled for all of time. And as her skin shriveled and bones became as dust she could not help to with the last of her lips smile just before she became as nothing. Though the human effort were in vain they were definably admirable for she attacked and was injured but still willing to continue the fight. She was both fast and nimble and this allowed her to gracefully with a few long strides remove the left leg of her prey. Her fierce night colored hair only served to reflect the killer intent of the night. Staying to herself and battling beside the massive summons of her other opponents would do her great good. Unable to stand upon one leg the hulking mass of flesh began to lean just before fatefully falling to the side where the leg was taken. As putrid flesh hit the ground with an audible thud one thing could be determined she had successfully made the monster immobile for a moment. From the wound just as before tendrils emerged but this time not to attack. This time they instead turned on the beast it’s self, and began to chop of pounds of lumbering flesh. As the flesh came off a shape more human could be seen coming forth. From the arm wound the tendrils also crave the body into a more human shape. As this process continued the body parts from the ground which were summoned by the lich’s summoned began to creep and crawl and make their way toward the mass of flesh which seemed to assembling it’s self into something new. Seething and exhuming a noxious odor the hunks of flesh seemed to be mounding into something else for the human woman to deal with. As the flesh pieced itself together though far more tendrils sprouted from the back of the beast’s flesh and they aimed directly for the woman as the shot out and into her direction.

[Rose]

This woman, she did indeed how exceptional power. It appeared that some of the souls that had entered his master's body were not completely destroyed, for one had arose above him. A chain led up from the demon, apparently it was supposed to hold him to the woman's powers. It didn't. The demon pulled his hand up, moving blood to slash the chains, and engulf her length. It creeped up the long chain, and began to climb onto the woman's hands. It was a given that the demon was greatly injured by the soul that plummeted down at him with great force. Yet, the beast had encountered this before. When living in hell, you learned how to do things as the sort.

When one was a master at blood magic, there were many times you encountered angered souls. A low growl arose from the beast's chest as it looked up, and grabbed the skeletal frame. "And this time, you die."Squeezing it's soul crushing hands, the Blood demon chanted a few small words, eliminating the soul from time, and space. It's now angered eyes directed to the woman, who was now deteriorating into nothing. Yes, she was strong. But not as strong as a god of the afterlife. A large hand outreached towards this woman, and just before it was to touch her, stopped.

Kahani, still standing in the encased pool of blood had held up the gem while panting. "Your time is up, spirit." With the holding of a spirit, the body would come when it was wanted, and go back when not needed. In this case, it was about to go back. The body sinking into the ground, and the spirit returning to the gem, Kahani's shield around the three fell, as did he. Knees in contact with the dirt below, and hands resting on the stained liquid, Kahani began to laugh. It wasn't just any laugh, but a hysterical one.

"You lucky litch! I can't have my master out for long!" He hung his head low, coughing as he struggled to laugh. To him, she had lost this battle. The only way that he was able to summon his master, was because of the simple matter of his holding the spirit within a gem. Himself? He did not summon his master, but rather the enchanted gem had done the work for him, slowly draining his life away with every minute. Pushing himself up, the boy brushed his hair back, staining it a light crimson, and smiled. "Until we meet again."

A light bow, and an outreached hand, the boy blew flames to hide his location, and vanished. Down the ally, into the forest, and to the nearest creek to disclose his scent. He wasn't stupid, the boy knew what he had to do to get away, and in this case, he knew that if he were to stay, he would have been killed... or worse, controlled by the woman.

((Okay, I didn't want to get us worked up about this, so I made him run away. xD and it is a terrible post, I am sorry, I was in the middle of school when I typed it. x.x))