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| [Graded]A Love of Blood; Inquisition: Emily | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 1 2015, 05:27 AM (715 Views) | |
| Morti | Feb 1 2015, 05:27 AM Post #1 |
Embodiment of Pandemonium/Aspect of Sacrifice
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Zeph moved swiftly through the thralls of Trillium. His parasol attached to his hip, and his hands stuffed into his coat pockets. He had decided to keep his gloves on, despite them, now, soaked with blood. Things had become complicated unnaturally fast. A single moment, influenced by rage and he had changed everything. Awakening on Earthland, he had made a vow to walk through this world silently. To observe, but not to influence in any way, and that should have been easy. There were so many beings in this world, the act of one should have gone unnoticed, as he had for so long, but then he screwed up... Or perhaps he had fully opened his eyes to what this world really was. A lie. As he moved, Zeph, doing his best to keep from drawing attention, skirted by a large group of soldiers, being followed by civilians that carried anything that could be used for a weapon. A few even carried signs. Saying things like "Return to Hell," or "Demon Blood is Tainted Blood." These things merely showed Zeph that this Inquisition was having that exact effect on some humans that he had feared. Their fear of another invasion of demons had lead this countries leaders to begin an Inquisition to uproot the demon worshipping cultist out and flush them into the open to be dealt with. While many stuck to looking for the problem, many used this as an excuse to focus on the demons that resided with Fiore instead, acting as if they were the true source of the problem. Humans, for the most part, were such weak beings to be influence by fear in such a way. This was one of the very reason why his father, Lord Zeref, had deemed the unworthy of their world, and driven them to extinction on Incendia. With that said, though, Zeph began to understand why Lord Zeref did what he did, and with that in mind, Zeph had acted, killing those that had tried to target demons. Zeph would not walk through this world in silence, but would, instead, scream at the top of his lungs that he was a demon and he would kill those that threaten him and his kind. However, Zeph needed allies, those that would fight, and/or kill at his side. As of now, there were few that he knew that would stand with him, but he knew one woman in particular that would be more than happy to make blood run like rivers with him. A woman, that had been happy to kill with him once before. Turning off, he came to the Triple Ace Inn, quickly slipping inside before another mob came down the street, this one actively looking for anyone who might be a cultist, or a demon, to string them up and kill. Once inside, Zeph approached the innkeeper, slipping his a few jewels, stating that he was looking for a woman about so high with the red hair like his own. The man was hesitant at first, but eventually informed him of what room the woman was in. Zeph hurried up the stairs, quickly locating the room. Stopping for a moment, he took a breath, removing his blood stained hands from his pockets and rapping his knuckles against the door. He would wait for Emily to open the door before he would speak. "You interested in having some fun?" |
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| MoonlitRain012 | Feb 2 2015, 03:40 PM Post #2 |
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The knock on her door interrupted Emily’s elaborate game of stabbing. She’d been weaving her dagger in intricate patterns around her fingers, leaving minute marks in the soft wood of the small table in her room. The redheaded killer was sure that only one person knew that she was in the inn, but precautions were necessary. The man’s voice sounded like Zeph but one could never be too careful. She moved quickly to a standing position and slid Blood’s Tear into its sheath before slipping one of her throwing knives into her hand. She adopted a stance that would launch the blade with terrifying accuracy if anything untoward looked as though it might happen before she called out. “The door’s unlocked. Come in!” She tensed up in readiness but when she saw Zeph stepping into the room she relaxed and put her throwing knife away in one slick movement. She smiled at the demon and spoke calmly. “Well, well if it isn’t Zeph. I figured it might not be too long before you came calling. What sort of fun did you have in mind?” She folded herself into a chair and pulled her knees up to her chest, hugging her arms around them as she regarded her companion with a green gaze that was predatory, even just sitting and relaxing. Everything Emily did could have the air of a praying mantis observing its dinner. |
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| Morti | Feb 2 2015, 07:51 PM Post #3 |
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Quickly, Zeph moved into the room, closing the door behind him. He was not at all surprise by her reaction, slipping away a throwing knife that she had had in hand and ready to use on whoever came through the door. Thankfully, she verified who it was before she decided to put it between his eyes. If it had been anyone else, Zeph would have given them a scolding, but such an act was expected of Emily. Securely, and quietly, he closed the door behind him, ensuring that no one had been following him. Turning to Emily, he began to peel off his gloves, "The only kind of fun worth bringing having, the kind with a lot of blood involved." His voice was as dead as usual, eyes have open, but a small sadistic smile pressing his lips. It was not often that he enjoyed violence, but something about Emily reminded him of home, and thus, awoken his true demonic nature. The need to see blood run, the life force of another leaving their body, brought unparalleled joy to his blackened soul. Although, now, he was spilling blood in the name of his cause, he knew that such a thing would not be necessary for Emily, but he was aware that he should at least let her know why. "You must've heard the decree, initiating the Demon Inquisition? Well, while those goody-two shoes light mage guilds, and those self-righteous knights, are out playing hero, trying to hunt down the cultists, I find myself in a profound position," He was being oddly talkative for once, and he did not like it at all. However, this was not something he could just summarize with a few words. "The foolish kind's decree has caused me great trouble, as now many humans are targeting demons. Fear has taken hold of the masses, so I must kill them in order to show them what happens when they react with unneeded fear. They want to be scared of demons, than I will given them reason to fear." Finally, Zeph pulled off both gloves, moving over and placing them on the small table in the room. "I figured, you would enjoy helping me spread this fear, and kill those in our way." |
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| MoonlitRain012 | Feb 5 2015, 04:45 PM Post #4 |
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The mention of Zeph’s plan sent adrenalin surging through Emily’s veins. There was nothing like the prospect of violent and deadly bloodshed to stop the soul-consuming ennui that plagued her most days. She ran her tongue along her lips in anticipation of what might come next and her hand unconsciously slipped to the hilt of Blood’s Tear. She smiled in her cold way at her demonic friend and spoke. “I would certainly enjoy spreading the fear. There’s nothing like a little fear to make me smile. Just tell me what you need to do and where I need to do it and I’m there. Those few cultists that got to experience Blood’s Tear just didn’t quite do it for me.” She could already imagine the delicious pleasure and release that she’d get from slicing apart anyone that stood in her way. It made her shiver in a frisson of excitement that most humans reserved for physical lust. Emily had never really understood human desire but she did understand the way that the prospect of violent murder made her feel and she could never get enough of that. She eagerly turned to Zeph and asked, “So are we going to get started right away? I can’t wait!” Edited by MoonlitRain012, Feb 5 2015, 04:46 PM.
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| Morti | Feb 5 2015, 08:51 PM Post #5 |
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It was good to see Emily so excited for what was going to come. He knew that all he had to do was just give her a direction and tell her to kill everything and she would gladly do so without hesitation. In fact, she simply could not wait to begin playing with her dagger. It was so very good to see that there was at least one human that he knew, that would not be influenced by this idiotic Inquisition. With the same blood-lust in his own eyes, he unlocked his blade from the parasol and pulled in free. Placing the parasol next to his bloodied gloves, he looked to Emily. "We will begin the game right away, do not worry. The name of the game is Kill the Inquisitors," As he spoke, he eyed the woman, wondering what she was going to say. "Rules are simple. Kill everyone; Inquisitors, Cultists, and anyone else that happens to step in the way. For some reason, humans thought it a good idea to target my kin," He wiped his split-blade on his sleeve, getting rid of what was left of the blood on his sword. "We demons are not too fond of those influence by fear in such a way, now are we?" His question made it obvious, in his mind mind, Emily was one of them. She was not a human, not in the slightest. She was everything that it took to make a great demon. Finishing with his blade, he set it down in order to strip off his coat, which, at this point, needed to be tossed out as it was filthy. He had seen much of Fiore with that coat, being one of the first possessions that he had received when he first awoken in this world. They'd seen good times together, but it was time to move on without this coat. Beneath his coat, Zeph was wearing a sleeveless white shirt, with a red hem, and a high, tight collar. "Blood will like a river." |
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| MoonlitRain012 | Feb 6 2015, 03:59 PM Post #6 |
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Emily was fascinated by the way that Zeph referred to her along with “demons” as a generic term. She had never considered herself anything other than human but it had to be said that she found very little in common with other people. In fact, she was more inclined to enjoy dissecting them and putting their insides outside of their bodies than actually trying to interact with them or understand them. Now she was being given the opportunity to go out and do what she did best. She smiled broadly at her demonic companion. “I’d love to play that game! You’re right, though, we aren’t at all fond of people influenced by fear like that. They deserve to see why it’s better to be like us. We’re the ones who end up having all of the fun anyways!” She was already prepared for the slaughter with Blood’s Tear in easy reach and her throwing knives ready for release with only a minimal amount of motion. She would go out along with her dark, deadly friend and prowl the streets for whatever blood she could spill. She glanced over at Zeph again and spoke. “Just show me where to start and lead the way. I’ll take it from there!” She drew the razor-edged blade and ran her finger down it. It split the flesh open and a small drop of blood sprang from Emily’s flesh. She watched it roll away and imagined how much more crimson would decorate her and the weapon by the time this was all done. |
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| Morti | Feb 6 2015, 05:55 PM Post #7 |
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He was, almost, glad to see Emily going along with being referred to as a demon. It released tension from his body, that he had not even been aware of. The idea that he was among his own was not one he had often, but it was nice to feel. With that in mind, he picked his blade back up and turned to the door. Turning the knob, pulling the wooden away from the opening, there was a sudden rush of noise, that had not been present when he had arrived in Emily's room. Glancing back at her, he gave her a wicked smile, "Let the games begin." It would seem that his presence had been enough to draw attention. The Innkeeper he had tipped in order to find Emily's room, had run off to find Inquisitors the moment Zeph had disappeared from sight. This resulted in, not only, a few Inquisitors waiting for them on the first floor, but also a large mob of angry citizens, thirst for the blood of a cultist, or in this case, a demon. It was so pitiful, that it was actually kind of funny. They, with no power to speak of, thought that, by grouping together, they can do whatever they want. These people had no idea what kind of nightmare that they had just stepped into, but he and Emily were going to gladly show them. "Like sheep to the slaughter," He murmured to himself. The moment his boot hit the ground floor, it was like it was the sign to the crowd to become even wilder. They reeked of fear and group fueled madness, truly this was a riot complex. "Go Emily. So them what it means to hunt a demon," He spoke, his voice as dead as always, but this time lined with powerful malice. He took a single step forward, before the first Inquisitor rushed him, demanding he place down his weapon in the name of King Stefan. Zeph's response was a sword through the man's chest, tearing through the flimsy armor he wore. "All will perish before me, I am Zeph Erez, King of the Burning Plains and Last Son of Zeref. If any of you survive, you will do best to remember this!" Ripping his sword out through the man's side, Zeph dashed into the mob and began to attack everyone close enough. |
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| MoonlitRain012 | Feb 8 2015, 03:48 PM Post #8 |
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The intense melee of the crowd of bloodthirsty citizens would have overwhelmed most people, but the chaos was like a drug to Emily Winter. Here was a chance to react without consequence, at least not consequence that was inevitable, and to do what she did best of all. She smiled broadly and slipped a throwing knife from it’s holster into her hand. A man with a plank of wood fashioned into a crude club with a nail in the end came rushing towards her. It was clear that once Zeph had struck, the crowd had no compunction about attacking them, so Emily let the throwing knife loose and watched it bury itself in her assailant’s throat with a thud. He gurgled, gasped and fell to the ground. The redheaded killer scooped up the knife and sheathed it as she was confronted by an angry teenage boy who howled in rage at her. She smiled and stomped her foot on the ground as she drew Blood’s Tear. He swung a machete at her but found himself dropping into the crack that Emily had opened in the ground. He stumbled and the black, serrated blade that she loved so much slashed across his throat and opened up a crimson gout of blood. The boy shuddered and staggered, his ankle making a sickening crack as it twisted in the split in the earth, but he felt no more pain. A more serious looking woman with a proper sword detached herself from the crowd and rushed Emily with intent clear in her eyes. The redhead faced her calmly and parried her attack with the black knife. It was smaller but the killer had learned how to use it well. However, she decided to even the playing field and poured magic into the ground around her attacker who found herself sinking into a thick morass of mud that sucked her in and held her back from a full attack. She grunted and tried to move forward but was cut down by Emily who rushed past her and dragged Blood’s Tear over her throat again, ending the struggle easily. Looking across at Zeph, she shouted. “They’re paying over here! What about there?” |
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| Morti | Feb 10 2015, 10:47 PM Post #9 |
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The only way to truly describe Zeph's movements was to say that he was dancing with his blade. He moved through the crowd, turning, swinging his sword, feeling it tear through flesh, never standing still. This was his masterpiece, this was his talent. An artist, only in this one regard. Blade spilled from the wounded, trailing behind his sword, spraying into the air. His movements were concise and flowed into one another. Never was there a hint of hesitation, nor regret as blood splashed onto his smiling face, eyes burning bright. This was what he was, this was what he had forgotten. Humanity had blinded him to the true joy of killing. "They are my dear Emily, and they will never stop!" He called back, only a moment before his blade came to a very sudden stop. Blinking in slight surprise, he looked beyond his sword and found what was in the way. A very large axe had gotten in the way, and the one wield. The man was fairly large, hulking in comparison to Zeph's own form. The man was gruff, more likely some kind of laborer, probably a lumberjack or a miner. Regardless, he was the only one that had truly gotten in his way so far. "You're going to regret stepping into this city, you demonic piece of shit!" He growled at Zeph, muscles flexing as he tried to push Zeph back. Though this man's own strength, Zeph jumped back in response, regardless. He studied the man for a moment, before he responded to his statement. "Seventy-three." "What?" The man asked, slightly taken aback by this sudden change in Zeph's demeanor. Before answering, the orange eyed man stepped off, rushing at the gruff one. Coming up on him, Zeph unleashed an onslaught of slashes, slowly increasing his speed with each one. His opponent, at first, blocked with no problem, but as the attacks came faster and faster, it was apparent that he was struggling to keep the pace. "In this city, since the decree, the citizens of Trillium have falsely accused and killed seventy-three demons. You have spilled the blood of innocence, blood of my kin," Zeph's split-blade, at this moment, cut straight through the handle of the man's large axe, with a downward slash. Stepping forward, his weight shifted to bring the sword slashing upwards, "The moment that blood was spilled," The blade cut through the man's chest, taking his ear off in the process, "your fate had been sealed." Zeph watched as the man fell to the ground, laboring to breath as blood began to quickly soak his dirt covered shirt. Looking down at him for a brief moment, he spoke one last time, "I am the realization of humanities greatest sin. I am your Harbinger. You have reign over all others without consequence for far to long, and that ends now." Stepping over the man's body as he bleed out. The wound was not incredibly deep, and if he received medical attention, he would survive, most likely, but would no longer be the man he was before. Come Emily, there are more to feel our blade outside." |
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| MoonlitRain012 | Feb 13 2015, 03:26 PM Post #10 |
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The press of the angry mob was all of the provocation Emily needed to continue her attack on anyone who came within range of Blood’s Tear. The serrated black blade had now taken on a sticky, shiny coating of coagulating blood as she skillfully tore apart anyone in her path. She didn’t care how much damage she did or even if she killed them. It was enough to maim, butcher and incapacitate and if life was taken along with it, so much the better. Another semi-skilled fighter threw himself in front of her with his own dagger drawn and she made the familiar ‘come on’ gesture and as he ran at her, she sidestepped his thrust and wrapped the soil around his foot with her magic. He stumbled and she stabbed him through the back of the neck. He made a horrific gurgle and a gout of blood spilled from his mouth as he died. She jerked her knife free and charged deeper into the melee with Zeph. There seemed to be a shift in the crowd but she was too busy dispatching some other hapless attacker to pay it much mind. The clichéd red mist had descended and she was lost in an orgy of violent murder that she wouldn’t be turned from. She’d go on in her rampage until her lust for blood had been sated. It would take a very long time for that to happen, so for now, she continued on dispatching whoever crossed her path. Edited by MoonlitRain012, Feb 13 2015, 03:26 PM.
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