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Post by Zira Firestone on Aug 9, 2010 23:42:31 GMT -6
You know things are bad when the only safe haven is called the castle of “sorrow.”
Those were Ziras thoughts while piercing brown eyes narrowed over the castle in the distance. A blood red sky hung above the city as smoke can be seen rising up from the hellfire burning around the small land that occupied the castle. That same sea of flames were the only thing parting the castle from the main roads leading into an area controlled, by what Zira considered to be the lowest of demons, succubi.
The bridge, which paved the way for those who wanted to enter safely across the burning sea, was up. Zira couldn’t take a step forward without falling into the flames. The refuges here did everything they could to stay alive another day. To them the hellhole that surrounded every corner was far worse than the sadness they were forced to endure day after day thanks to the magic in that castle. A drawback to taking refuge in a former prison which is the land equivalent to limbo.
These people weren’t involved with the rebellion. They were the innocent bystanders who experienced losses of family thanks to her father, thanks to her. Zira knew none of them would recognize her face so being granted entry into the castle would be easy enough. However Zira was not here to enter the castle.
Zira was here to keep others out. At the sound of footsteps Zira drew Ebony and Ivory, spinning around on her feet and pointing the barrels of both guns at the approaching person/s.
“Who goes there?”
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Post by Delano Frost on Aug 10, 2010 2:54:45 GMT -6
Traveling was all that Del's life consisted off. Every morning he gathered up his meager belongings and would walk, foraging for food or a place to bathe once in awhile, and every night he would hunker down and sleep until the sun woke him and the process was repeated. On occasion he ran into a few demons that wanted to give him trouble and even rarer he came upon humans who wished to hurt him, seeing his obvious demon heritage. Today just so happened to be one of those days. Del had stumbled upon a strange area filled with women, namely demonic women. At first they watched Del with a pasing curiosity until he made it into the heart of their territory. It was then they began their move.
They performed the usual act of feigning love or interest in him, but their advances were lost upon Del. The boy was oblivious to them, finding their behavior odd. His habit of saying the first thing that came to mind ended him in hot water. Calling succubi odd or strange never ended well. The women screeched at him and Del was forced to draw Sin Eater. It's mighty engine roared to life as he revved it and began his hasty descent through the angry women. Del lashed out at them as he ran, attempting to escape them rather than fight. His skills counted for nothing against their numbers and so he ran. His boot clad feet pounded into the ground that became drenched with blood as he cleaved through out stretched arms. He killed none of the succubi as he ran, silently cursing them.
Eventually a castle came into sight, a safe haven. He killed the engine and dragged the blade behind him as he ran frantically slapping away any unwanted hands. Eventually he came to a flaming lake and a bridge. Without thinking he drove himself across the bridge, the succubi stopping several yards away from the bridge. He continued running, the metal of Sin Eater, scrapping against the bridge. Half way across he spotted a woman. Relief spread through him when he saw that it wasn't one of the strange women who had tried to kill him. Relief gave way to fear as the woman turned and pointed a pair of guns at him. He brought up his hands and skidded to a stop, Sin Eater falling onto the bridge with a loud clatter.
"Woah," he said as he stopped feet from the barrels of the heavy guns. Holding his hands up like a man declaring surrender he showed he meant no threat. "I'm just... Passing through." he said as he allowed his red eyes to glance behind him seeing several of the succubi staring at him. He turned back toward the woman and gave her a weak smile. Hoping she didn't ask about his odd situation, the blood covering his arms, or decide to fill the boy full of holes. Sure, he'd live through it but getting riddled with bullet holes wasn't how he wanted to spend his day.
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Post by Zira Firestone on Aug 10, 2010 3:25:50 GMT -6
The cold brown eyes of Zira ran down the man body, taking in every square inch of his form. Noting the scars on his chest and chosen attire while the duo firearms in her possession never pointed away from his body. They often say eyes are the windows to the soul. In Ziras case her soul would be like an ever lasting blizzard. Ironic since the element she controls is fire. Very ironic.
Ziras eyes looked into his while she could practically smell the scent of demon all over him. That and the fresh scent of blood, which were dripping down his arms. He was in a scrape but against what? Well that question was soon answered as she spotted the succubi from far away. It appeared they have chased him all the way here.
I thought I smelled filth.
The succubi had exchanged their beautiful features to reveal their true selves. Growling and roaring at the man, on some razor sharp teeth were bare looking to tear him apart. Zira could not allow them to get far, and it was the man they wanted. Not the people.
“And you decided to bring trouble with you?”
Zira was prepared to unleash a charge shot from Ivory and send him flying straight towards the succubi. Her responsibility were to the people here, not some random creature on the run.
“I’m afraid I can’t let you pass here.”
Ivory began to charge and then unleashed a torrent of bullets enchanted by demonic energy at the man chest. More than enough firepower to knock him back at the mercy of the succubi, removing two problems at once.
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Post by Delano Frost on Aug 10, 2010 3:46:51 GMT -6
Del kept his arms propped up as the woman looked over him. As he did he sized her up. His nose told him that she was obviously a demon but the way she carried herself told him that she was a strong demon. He gnawed on his bottom lip hoping that she would lower the guns. She never took the barrel away from his chest. When she mentioned the problem he ended up getting into he just laughed sheepishly. "I have a bad habit of doing that." he said as he glanced back at the ravenous demons. "It'd be really nice of you to let me-" she cut him off. Before he could even say anything she fired a shot into his chest. He flew backwards and out of sheer instinct rotated his body so that he was able to grab his only weapon, Sin Eater, as he flew backwards.
Del plowed through the succubi and ended up landing on one. She clawed at his back, tearing through his clothes and drawing blood from him. Del hoped up and glanced around, first looking toward the bridge, his red eyes pleading. As he did the succubi arranged themselves to assault him. Del watched the woman for awhile before realizing she wasn't the sort of kind soul that would help an innocent bystander. As his red eyes focused on her his wounds closed up. He sighed as he turned to face the succubi. Five of the horde had remained behind, the others returning to lick their wounds. Del cursed under his breath as he realized he had to fight. His grip on Sin Eater tightened as demonic energy flowed through him and into the blade. He slammed it into the ground and revved the engine, the the blade coming to life and tearing through the harsh ground.
The succubi charged as a group. Del brought up his demonic blade and lashed out at them, cleaving trough one and pushing the others aside. The battle was short lived despite the fact that Del clumsily swung around his heavy weapon, though he escaped relatively unharmed. The succubi laid dismembered along the ground. Del turned to face the woman and gave her another nervous smile. Despite his cumbersome movements and wild style of fighting he seemed accustomed to battle, at least enough that he was comfortable fighting against overwhelming odds. He killed the engine of his sword before sheathing it in a strange leather sheath. He twined several black straps on it around his arm and dragged it along as he walked back down the bridge.
"So," he asked as he placed a hand behind his head. "Can I go through now that I've gotten rid of the trouble?" he asked as he flashed her a more confident smile, the scars on his cheek stretching as he did so. There was no malice to be found in the grin, it simply bared more confidence than his earlier expressions that he showed the woman. The fact that she had shot him and essentially put him to death hadn't even crossed his mind.
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Post by Zira Firestone on Aug 10, 2010 13:10:41 GMT -6
Time to break the habit.
Zira watched the ongoing battle down below, her pistols now safely tucked away in their hoists as she looked on with interest. The succubi here didn’t take rejection very well. If they couldn’t have their desired target then they either killed it or force themselves on it. These decided to go with the former. Zira didn’t care who were victorious in the grand scheme of things. No matter the victor Zira was ready to ensure that if either party attempted to force entry pass her, she would cut them down.
His pleading eyes caught her attention and it grew a look of confusion on Ziras face. A look like that was rather innocent and usually something she would expect to see in a child; not a grown man with demon in him. He gave up on the silent pleads and began to defend himself. The succubi, while stronger in numbers, ended up falling to the superior chainsaw-sword-wielding man down below. Zira has learned something in all her years of fighting. Some times the numbers game didn’t mean jack shit.
At the sound of his question Zira jumped off the bridge and onto the ground below, straight pass the hellfire that parted their way to the bridge. This time around Zira didn’t draw a weapon but that didn’t mean she wasn’t feeling cautious or uneasy around him. It just meant that at the time being she had no reason to shoot him yet. Most demons around here would have attacked her for such a shot. This one however, well, Zira didn’t know where it was playing at. Yet.
“Who are you?”
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Post by Delano Frost on Aug 10, 2010 16:23:24 GMT -6
Del watched as the woman leaped into the raging inferno of a lake and landed not more than ten feet from him. She landed with a soft, almost inaudible thud as she did. The fact that she didn't have those two massive guns trained on him helped him relax but a feeling of suspicion seemed to radiate from her. Del lowered his hand and placed it in his pocket, hiding the scarred flesh from view. "My name's Delano, but Del's a lot easier to say for most people." he said as he glanced away, taking an interest in the castle. He looked over it's large black towers and ramparts before shifting uneasily. He hadn't noticed it before but a strange air of sorrow and negative emotions seemed to permeate the castle's entirety. He placed the hand he had just put in his pocket on his chest, figuring that the human parts of him magnified the feeling, or simply allowed him to feel what most demon's wouldn't.
He shuddered lightly and then tore his eyes away from the grim structure as fast as he could. He trained his eyes instead upon the woman in front of him. He lowered his hand before he spoke. "What's your name?" he asked as he tilted his head to the side, his curious nature peaking through. He sniffed as he caught the scent of whatever was inside the castle. He blinked rapidly finding the scent vaguely familiar to his own. "And why are you guarding this castle?" Del found it odd for a demon of her caliber to protect humans. Didn't most demons hate humans?
"And what is this castle?" he asked, firing of another question before she could answer the others. Del's curiosity was shining brilliantly now and his habit of saying the first thing that came to mind was probably grating the woman's nerves. If it was Del didn't notice. He had a dozen questions to ask her. Though, he couldn't seem to gather the correct words to ask them. He watched her through blood colored eyes, hoping that she would oblige and give him the answers he needed. Something in his gut told him she wouldn't. After all, she was the woman that had shoot him off a bridge into a horde of angry succubi that were bent on tearing him limb from limb. "Why are the humans inside that castle?" he asked finally finding the words he needed. "Isn't it dangerous?"
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Post by Amoura C. Ethelia on Aug 10, 2010 21:53:00 GMT -6
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted when a tear appeared in the night sky. Blue sparks of lightning charged out, collided with any edifices that may stand in the way and spewed out someone: a woman. Whoever it was gave a surprised yelp and, quite violently, skidded across the ground, leaving bloody streaks in her wake. Finally she came to a stop, roughly colliding with a wall, which cracked all the way up to the top. "Fuck." Debris crumbled and seemingly crushed the stranger; but seconds later, she came out, furious, despite the gruesome injuries. "WHERE IS HE?! I'LL KILL HIM I SW--" wait a minute. Where the hell was she? The two people nearby didn't look familiar at all! Come to think of it, the presence that lingered in the air was familiar. And it left her looking very unsettled. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO AND WHERE THE FUCK AMI?!" She pointed accusingly at them. "No, no wait this is just an illusion. YES, YES! THAT'S WHAT THIS IS! HAHA!" Amoura paced, "This is to fuck with my head like always! I suppose I should thank Veran for his help with this. No, no I shouldn't. Sick fuck he wa-- wait. Ahah! This is a dream!" Amoura pinched herself, closed her eyes, and opened them again. The scene was the same. "...that usually works..." This was quite a situation indeed. "...excuse me for a few while I take this all in." By now her wounds were beginning to seal over; and she leapt atop the highest point in the castle. (For now, keep her out. I'm going out tomorrow and don't want to stop your RP )
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Post by Zira Firestone on Aug 11, 2010 1:25:30 GMT -6
Delano.
He was naive, sheltered and asked too many questions. Zira didn’t have to be a telepath to determine that much. It came naturally to the sound mind after he asked all these questions, back to back, and not giving her much time to answer one before asking another. You could see the look of irritation in her eyes if one paid close enough attention, but other emotions remained absent from her face. At least for the time being.
Watching his body language Zira could tell the magic nearby was affecting him. Showing his humanity on the outside and not just inside. Zira didn’t see anything to suggest this man would be a threat but knew the people inside would never allow a demon inside. They could slip in with their human appearance but if they did anything that might look or sound abnormal, they would be in trouble. And Zira didn’t want to fight against the same people she was protecting. Being a double agent in this war was hard enough.
“I’m Zira and I have my own reasons for guarding this place.”
Though if anybody on Mundus side asked she was only checking the place out. Seeing where would be the best way to invade and overtake such a shelter and return it to the prison it once was. The truth would remain forever in Ziras heart.
“This is the Castle of Sorrow. The only remaining safe haven from a world gone to hell. It was formerly a prison, the magic inside causing all who reside there to feel great sorrow. The humans manage to take it for themselves and use whatever resources they have to protect it. Demons aren’t allowed. If they found out what you and me are they would attack us.”
Zira was about to go on but she suddenly felt a rift of some kind opening nearby. Her eyes approaching the sky in time to see sparks of blue lighting and shortly a woman falling from the sky. There was no time to offer any assistance as it all happened so quickly the stranger had already crashed down with debris falling on her. Zira was ready to run over there but once again it was too late, the woman came out and released an out roar of rage. Whoever this woman was she certainly wasn't human after surviving a fall like that. And now she was making demands, wanting to know who they were and where this place is. This lady proved to be more annoying than the other man as she didn’t allow Zira a word in.
“Don’t make such a spectacle of yourself!”
It was a good way to attract unwanted attention and get yourself killed. Zira had a few questions of her own, not just about who she was but who was Veran? Before she could ask any questions of her own though, or attempt to probe her mind the woman leaped away from the two.
“Wait!
Her words fell on def ears while the stranger was currently not in plain view anymore. Zira released a sigh and brought a hand up to her face before looking back to Del.
“This is going to be a long day.”
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Post by Delano Frost on Aug 12, 2010 2:54:24 GMT -6
Del wasn't one to pay particularly close attention and so the look of irritation was lost on him. He instead looked over the castle with renewed vigor. He had never seen anything like it in his time traveling. Typically he only came across ruins of human cities and occasionally a small village were humans holed up and awaited their impending doom, like a man on the guillotine awaiting it's deadly blade to drop. The idea that there was a safe place in the world was a foreign idea that caught Del's interest. His curiosity now piqued the boy was adamant on making his way into the castle to see what it was like on the inside. He absorbed the information that Zira laid out before him like a sponge picking out what he thought he absolutely needed to know and finding more things to quiz her on. After all, it was in his nature to try and learn as much as he could.
He was prepared to fire off another barrage of questions that most would know the answer to before something strange happened. Demonic energy permeated the area and the sound of something tearing then screaming filled the silence. Del's eyes shot toward the source and he was able to track a strange object that flew across the sky and then slammed into the dark ominous walls of the castle. His eyes went wide, thinking it was some sort of attack his grip on Sin Eater tightened until his scarred knuckles turned ghostly white. He watched the rubble and was surprised to see a girl that appeared his age stumbling out, cursing up a storm. His grip loosened and his jaw went slack as he tried to process just how the girl had arrived there. Just like Zira he had dozens of questions and more than likely he had more than she did. He took a step forward, preparing to call out to her before she jumped up and then rocketed toward the turret of the castle. Del turned and tried to hide a laugh to no avail as Zira yelled after her.
He smiled at Zira as she turned back toward him and placed both of his hands behind his head. "I can honestly say that trouble wasn't my fault." he said as he looked up at the turret and watched the woman with interest. His blood red eyes shifted back toward the demoness in front of him. "So what do the humans have against demons?" he asked, "Wasn't it a demon that protected them from the same that's happening now years ago?" he asked, referencing the Dark Knight Sparda and his battle with Mundus the current ruler of the demons. Del had been told enough stories about the Dark Knight and he often heard whispers of him along with hopes that another would rise come from the humans.
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Post by Amoura C. Ethelia on Aug 12, 2010 7:04:21 GMT -6
(Since replies took a while, I'll respond ) "Okay, what I need are answers and none of this sugar coating business," the voice of the strange, screaming woman said. How she got down from the castle in the blink of an eye and quietly would be beyond some people. Some. After sweeping her long, black locks into a low angled ponytail, she began to bombard them with her curiosities, "Where am I? When am I? Who are you two? Why is my father's aura choking the atmosphere? Why are there few humans out-" the hybrid stopped short and gave Zira a studying glance. "Wait a minute..." That face coupled with the aura was eerily familiar. She couldn't be, could she? It was impossible; but she had to make sure that her mind wasn't playing tricks on her. Tajna did have some of the same abilities as Veran... "How the hell are you alive? I killed you. Did you assist in Mundus taking over the human world? Typical of you." Amoura's hands rested near her guns. "Answer quick; you've got one minute to explain yourself!" When I get back, I'll make damned sure Tajna gets what's coming to him for this!
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Post by Zira Firestone on Aug 13, 2010 13:44:01 GMT -6
Zira hand wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. The demon’s questions were starting to get on her nerves. It seems for every one question he had ten more ready. Zira’s hand finally left her face before deciding on answering a couple more questions.
“There aren’t many full-blooded demons that are good. Not to mention the fact humans here are scared to death and they don’t trust anything with demon blood in it. I personally can’t blame them for being cautious.”
Zira was the definition of cautious.
The Devil’s head turned as that other woman began with a series of question of her own. This was getting old really fast. Zira raised an eyebrow when she referred to The Prince of Darkness as her father, and now the woman were being hostile. Threatening Zira with her weapons no less. It was Firestone turn to ask the questions, while the other girl reached for her gun Zira already had Ebony out of its hoist, the barrel aimed right between the eyes of the woman at point blank range.
“I’ll be asking the questions around here.”
Zira's gun finger were ready to pull back on the trigger and blow this woman away any minute now, if she needed to.
“Who are you?”
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Post by Amoura C. Ethelia on Aug 22, 2010 16:59:12 GMT -6
Soon as the gun was pointed at her, Amoura leapt back into her surroundings and melded with them. Or, so it would seem, since she was now behind her and hissed out: "Are you ordering me around? Because I don't take kindly to filthy vermin like you doing so."
If Zira spun to face her sister, she'd vanish once again, reappearing in the exact spot from earlier, arms folded.
"You will answer my questions right now since I asked them in the first place. You never were one for letting others go first like the brat you were and clearly still are."
It sent angry chills down Amoura's spine recalling how much her father praised Zira for being one of the "perfect" children. Bah! Since when was the Mundus' family line perfect?
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Post by Zira Firestone on Aug 22, 2010 17:29:07 GMT -6
LOUD NOISES!
Zira spun around with the Ebony ready to fire only to find the woman had already moved. The way she talked about Zira like she knew her from childhood was very unsettling. The Princess slowly turned around this time, looking at the woman who arms were now folded. Still not sure what to make of this lady she decided to go with the most obvious course of action.
Read her mind. Zira began to dip herself into the stranger’s thoughts and uncover the truth that way if she wasn’t about to explain herself by verbal means. Zira’s guns were still at the ready in case this woman grew impatient and decided to attack.
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Post by Amoura C. Ethelia on Aug 25, 2010 10:11:23 GMT -6
Soon as Zira plunged into Amoura's mind, the veil was lifted to reveal all that she may be seeking. If she wanted answers about her sister from the other realm, she was about to get that and more than she bargained for.
This much she'd get: Amoura Clarice Ethelia--once Elizabeth Gatekeeper--, she works for Devil May Cry, is partnered up with Dante and a vampire named Ranka, and lives at the famous place itself with those two. Her father was destroyed in that world with her being the last of the bloodline.
But, soon as she retrieved that, something happened.
All other memories melted together and reformed into red, lid-less eyes stared her down. A light flares to reveal corpses crawling in a sea of coagulating blood, screeches erupted from their gaping jaws. They advance quickly. She'll hear screams, flesh being torn apart, and fresh blood welling...
The victim of those creatures was none other than her sister herself.
From the chaos, something emerged: a figure clothed in black wearing a white mask. The hollow eyes stare at Zira, while everything else around him dims. In her thoughts, she'll hear just one sentence coming from the vermin:
A sacrifice of blood is what it demands for the cleansing of its world.
(Blegh, poorly written again.)
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Post by Zira Firestone on Aug 26, 2010 7:20:26 GMT -6
Zira couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
A world where Dante was alive and Mundus defeated? It seems like something beautiful straight out of a dream. The world this woman came from was beautiful, nothing like what Zira was forced to endure. A sense of jealousy came from The Dark Princess at the world this Amoura came from. That she got to live in such a wonderful place at all was heavenly in Zira’s opinion. She still couldn’t believe that under different circumstances her sister could be anything good.
That dream world she had entered soon became a nightmare.
Something was staring her down, a being of horrible power. Terrifying images that no horror movie could hope to produce flashed through her mind and in an instant Zira broke the telepathic link with her sister from another dimension, holding onto her head in agony as the memory felt like a horrible burning sensation in her mind.
“What was that? What the hell was that!?”
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