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Some of the damn quotes from old 80's animation is damn gold. If english isn't gonna cut it, just swap to ones native language and you have yourself some good comedy. Unlike hollywood post year 2000
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Some of the damn quotes from old 80's animation is damn gold. If english isn't gonna cut it, just swap to ones native language and you have yourself some good comedy. Unlike hollywood post year 2000
He grinned widely when he heard the familiar voice of Desious, a voice he had not heard in a long time but he would recognize that voice anywhere.
"Yo! Desious! Thanks for that great exile! Had alot of fun wars thanks to you! But you really ought to ask first!" Golkai collected himself as best as he could while his army was fighting all around him, even throwing one of his soldiers out of the way as he commanded the chariot he was in to move closer to Desious.
"Oh yeah and I'm working on solving this.. uh.. madness." He pointed casually to the sky being lit on fire by all the fighting going around. "Oh and by the-" Golkai would not finish the sentence as he was interupted.
Nothing will ever be the same again...
Delthrael
The voice of Desious. A voice not forgotten. An act not forgiven. Upon hearing it Delthrael looked to Cyl before flinging himself out of the earth and stone made bubble he had formed for them. He flew upwards and spread his demonic looking wings wide before he took quick flight towards Desious. He had to get to him fast. Before Amos would do what Delthrael suspected he would do.
Delthrael landed with a shadowy-like a distance away from the god of death before he took his sword out of it's wrappings and gripped it.
"It has been a long time, Desious. It is however time for you to rest for a change. The world has spun on the same spot long enough with your meddling. The one which brought on this madness was none other than you. But you alone be not enough to stop it now." The steps the lord of change took forwards were steady and filled with determination.
"I am here to relieve you of duty before you are exiled the same way we were. Hand over the Shepard's hook and your domain over the mortal lives to me." Delthrael reached out his free hand towards Desious.
"If you refuse then you shall doom the people of this world, living or dead. But also bring great change to our pantheon."
The god of death was powerful certainly, he was experienced and capable. But the world needed change. It was already changing. It was inevitable and unavoidable. If Delthrael would not strip Desious of his domain over the dead then Amos might just end his existance alltogether. Dooming every mortal life in the process and spark a war of the gods unlike any other where the only real winner would be those seeking an empty void for existance.
"Either you'll hand it all over willingly or I will hew it from your flesh..."
Flight or fight?
Galviere
The trip on the plane was long and worrisome. Galviere was uneasy and pondering if she would arrive too late. She felt as if something terrible was about to happen. She could only hope that the gods would be reasonable, but knowing quite a few of them that may be too much wishful thinking. Looking outside of the airplane window she could see the land below, how it had changed during the time of their exile.
How it had go forwards, but all the terrible wars and horrors the humans could do, they were also doing much good. New things were created, something she found impressive. That these mortals who lacked their powers were able to do all this during their short lifetimes.
She pondered for a moment on her own existance, how many human lifetimes had she really lived and now experienced? She had met so many different people most of which had been dead for very long. She had tried to keep a distance but ultimately found it difficult, she wanted to aid people but feeling them relying too much on her or thinking she could solve everyhthing had worn her out.
All that mattered now was to get to Desious and then go back to their home. They could all return home. It had been such a long time since she had seen it. She wondered if she would ever see it again. Home. A thing she had sought a long time on the earth. There was one time she could remember she felt at home for a brief time with the mortal man Verdock whom she had a child with.
But fate works in mysterious ways, even more so with the one having command over it had been exiled aswell. She felt bad about leaving the mortal man those years ago and those attachments she had on earth. But it was for the better of them both, the child and also the others of the world. Two healers in one place was not optimal.
Verdock was no longer alive though. She knew that. Word spreads quicker than some might believe. Galviere pondered where her son would be now? Had he followed in the tracks of his father? If so he was going to be a good man indeed. Then came the thought. If she could speak with Desious. Maybe he could bring Verdock back alive. It was a selfish demand though, and one which would be odd for her to ask. She who gave aid to others but never asked for anything herself.
Had this exile made her more or less of a goddess? Were she becoming more mortal than she had first thought?
She crossed her arms and looked out of the window. Soon she would arrive to the place where the bell had been heard.
Born as the sole child of two parents whom had previously been teachers at St.Lucifer's school. But since two years ago both his parents were part of an accident which caused their deaths. It was long believed, ever since he was born that he was going to be attending the school which his parents had worked at. But that idea was shattered when the boy in question sought entry into St.Laurel's school. Where all would know just who he was and who his parents were. The dishonor wrought upon the St.Lucifer's school by this apparant betrayal would had been grand. A thing St.Laurel surely wouldn't mind.
Against his dead parents wishes and the wishes of those whom shared their wicked intentions. He had during most of his life followed the whim of his both parents, though not without question and with disdain to some of the things they demanded. Their ambitions were not the same as his own. His parents were also partly fearful of his powers, dreading to wound him during training or otherwise because of his poisonous blood. Thus he was kept at a distance by both family and their friends.
He did contribute on that part himself aswell, as he did not want to inflict pain on others unless there was a really good reason for it. The ambition of the boy was to get to the top and from there make the world how he wanted it. Having been fed up with living his life to fill out some other peoples dreams rather than his own. Freedom. All deserved the right to chose how they wish to live their life no matter how long or short it may be.
This mindset was something Andreim decided to take to heart. But even if people deserve the right to chose how to live, no matter who they would be there would always be people opposing them. That was fine though. Andreim had been blessed twice with the powers now under his command, immense and powerful as they were. They could not grant him that one wish he craved more than any other. To be rid of that cursed blood in his veins. That which kept him barred from contact with others, that which kept him physically exiled from one specific part of life.
Someday he would find a cure for it. Someday he would rid himself of that cursed metallic tainted blood and see her.
Young Lady Liselotte Castellan de Valois-Saint-Remy. Who he had unfortunately fallen for. He cursed that too. Love was a double-edged sword. A curse like the blood in his veins. A weakness. Something which could be exploited by his enemies. He utterly despised it. Yet at the same time that girl had something. What was it? What was it that was driving him mad? She was the sole reason why he had applied to join St.Laurel's instead of St.Lucifer's. But he would never let anyone know about it. His weakness. The idea of anyone harming that girl. It did not sit well with him at all.
When it came to personality, Andreim was generally calm and collected, prefering to analyze people in order how to best approach and deal with them. Both for fighting matters and social. He wasn't the best looking, nor the strongest, nor the fastest. But he was cunning and he had the most adaptable weapons at his command. His mind and the power to amplify it. His voice is quite smooth and calm, but bears a kind of coldness to it. Like it would sound for someone partly cheated of life. He however has a habit of being very judgemental and arrogant, though most of the times he hides many of his darker thoughts behind a soft smile.
Powers:
Core power: Water manipulation
This is his core power. Andreim is able to create and control water. Not only water made by his own hands but all forms of it. He does however need to be in contact with it in some way in order to manipulate it.
Either by his own water coming into contact with like a fountain or pond. He may control boot-high water enough to fill up a warehouse. He may chose to gather it together to create a large wave aswell, or create a spinning water vortex under his feet which he can ride on to increase his movement while flinging spinning vortex-slices in an opponents way. These would bear a knockback force but not deal damage unless knocking an opponent into something or amplified into ice saw-blade like projectiles.
His water attacks generally consists of throwing blobs of water of different size and numbers, manipulate water like a whip constantly in motion or using jet attacks like a very strong firehose to pin or knock back opponents. Most of these attacks do not do any or very Little damage unless amplified into a ice or just using an overpowering amount of water like a large wave.
1st power: Thermal manipulation
Water may boil or become steam, it may also freeze. Thus Andreim may raise or lower the temperature in an area around him or a specific area of his choice within ten metres. The smaller the area he tries to change the more potent it is in heat/cold temperature.
He is highly resistant to heat and cold temperature effects himself though. But not the force of them. Example: Being hit by a shard of ice will damage him or getting thrown off his feet by a powerful fireball detonating on the ground before him.
Application examples of the power:
-Raise the temperature to a decent level that could cause people to faint due to heat if they stay in it long enough without any way to ward themselves from it. -Lower the temperature to a decent level which could cause watery surfaces turn to ice and cause overall chilling cold. -Raise temperature to a high level in a short area around him to create a barrier of heat enough to melt bullets. Things which cannot be affected by temperature bypasses this ofcourse like for example lightning bolts or energy beams. -Lower the temperature on an object, ground or wall before reversing to intense heat to cause it to crumble. -Use the the said power to create ice projectiles, ice walls, create jagged spikes of ice out from water, ice barriers from using his water manipulation prior or affecting another source which is temperature dependant. -Use the power to create mist or steam after heating up a previously cold area.
2nd power: Power connection
He may use his thermal and aqua mastery to detect heat sources (his irises turn bright orange and glow, to his detriment sometimes) and he may also feel if someone is standing or walking in water under his control or dropping things into it.
3rd power: Mercury blood
Andreim should technically not be able to live. But he does. His blood and overall fluids are poisonous, thus he is dangerous to others, especially when wounded. He has however learnt to use this as a weapon.
If need be he may inflict a wound on himself and then let his blood follow his water attacks in an attempt to poison his enemies. His mercury poisoned blood however keeps him from getting close with people. His skin is oddly enough not toxic enough to cause any lasting damage other than perhaps a slight irritation.
Which is something that bothers him as he is in love with Lise. He also won't use his blood to damage people which he bears no ill intent towards. So if fighting against someone he doesn't consider an actual enemy, even in a tournament he would surely not use it.
4th Power: Tidal wave
Andreim has been training to use this as a surprise move during the tournament. Creating two-story building high wall of water, 1 metre thick and wide enough to fill a tournament field from one side to the other (the short end). This is his ultimate move created specifically as a last effort thing when all other things doesn't work, or that he has to finish up several opponents. The wall of water would first gather up around Andreim, on both sides of him but also a smaller layer in front and to the back, with just a small bubble for air around his head. Once gathered together Andreim can release or push forth this giant wall of water, turning it effectively into an enourmous tidal wave, the one that would just start to loom over you Before coming crashing down all over you if you happen to be on the receiving end, the amount of force it would slam down with would be very impressive and could very easily knock people uncouncious. Coupled with broken bones and water in the lungs, and so forth. The Power itself due to its size doesn't ignore allies caught in the area, so they get swept with it if they end up in front of it.
Relationships:
Alto:
"He is like me. Powerful. But also very unlike me. He lacks the proper motivation for sure. He is my anti-thesis. I have the tools to beat him, my skill and will is stronger than his."
Clara:
"She is what my parents expected me to be. She is strong. But she is like a dog in a leach. She is not in control or thinking much on her own for certain. More like a puppet for her father."
King:
"King. A king alone on his throne, and hes the only one blind to his foolishness. None is unbeatable. All one needs is the right approach. If he ever gets in the way I shall enlighten him about it."
Katherine:
"She is fierce if provoked. True to the talk about a woman scorned. A dragon in the guise of a girl. Her power is very destructive. But against me. Her luck would run out."
Brutus:
"He is a threat to me. His powers partly counters my own. I need to be very careful with my attacks against him or I will lose."
Bak:
"I cannot help but feel sorry for her. If there was something I could do to ease her pain."
Ria:
"I do not like this one. Not one bit. The girl's mind has been clouded by a poison worse than the poison in my veins."
Rurik:
"He has the potential to be really powerful. But he lacks the focus needed to get to the top so far."
Zachery:
"I may not be able or desire to kill you immortal. But I can encase you in a tomb of ice where you could stay forever if you wish. Then your power would become nothing but a curse which you would pray for to end."
Samoth:
"One of a few which I am very careful around. He has the look about him and the means necessary to contend with me. One of the major threats to my rise."
Sidney:
"All that grows must one day wither. If you go up against me I shall send the chilling cold of winter to make you hibernate."
William:
"Like the old bards in the books. Best not let yourself get caught up in your own faerietales or you may become a mythical thing yourself and vanish aswell."
Liselotte:
"The girl whose the sole reason for me being here. Why does she make my cold heart feel like it is on fire, when I cannot barely feel my own generated heat. If it weren't for you, who knows what I would be doing."
Christine:
"Like her sister. She too is impressive. Probably a slight bit more troublesome for me to fight. Underestimating opponents is not overly wise, but I think I can beat her with my powers."
Cassius:
"Rush ahead too quickly and you may run... out of time. Or slip on a cold surface."
Cyan:
"Flip a coin enough times and it will end up on the edge. What is the meaning of that tail?"
Michael:
"Allow me to paint something out for you. Before I brush you aside."
Gilliam:
"Nourishment? How about you'll try some jagged ice and some water to down it with? Don't forget to chew Mr DeWitt."
Melanie:
"I feel similiar to you. When I stare into your eyes I do not find them to be empty as the void. Let me help you find the way back."
Vernon:
"Let see how long you can keep your cool. Your powers be comparable to that of a child. Scream as much as you'd wish, I shall claim the winning kiss."
Name: Vittorio Twinveil, nickname "Geist".
Age: 18
Grade: 2nd grade, Mephistos school of the wickedly inclined
Biography:
"How perfect life can be when you are blissfully unaware of all the danger and evil around you. Yet when that illusion finally crumbles, so will you."
"My story up until a few years past were considered pretty normal. A normal upbringing, a normal amount of friends and average grades. I was one of the many, lost between the superpowers of this world. Those whom were my friends were part of the St.Laurel's school where my parents also happened to be working at the time as gardeners. They lacked any powers themselves but found work there. They were very important to me, as important to me like the love of my life, Charlotte or my best friend Geon. Who both were candidates for the tournaments which the school held. Charlotte herself were very special and had drawn the attention of individuals such as Alto. He was the trumph card, the top contender for the school. And it was partly because of him that everything I knew crumbled in on me."
"One summer afternoon, as the sun was going down. I was standing outside the school grounds waiting for my friends and parents, I was not allowed to walk on the actual schoolgrounds themselves as I was not a student nor did I work there."
"I was sixteen years back then. I had planned on asking Charlotte out, to finally tell her how I felt about her. She had surely many admirers within and outside the school. She was beautiful, smart, strong and awe inspiring. Everything I was not. But during the years I've got to knew her, she never spoke from a high and mighty place nor did she ever make a difference for me being the only one in the gathering lacking any real power."
"As I stood there and was waiting, curious to see if she would reject me or not. I was greeted with the sight them all walking towards me. My best friend Geon waved to me before jogging over, followed by Billy and Carus. They were in their usual cheery mood, hoping to enjoy the rest of the day playing basketball. I could never really compete with them on it, even if they didn't use their powers. They were just better than me at it. Charlotte was more of a studious girl, she worked long and hard to get the results she wanted. I truly admired her for that."
"We were going to get a ride home by my parents who were ending their shifts. Their van could fit enough people for the short ride. That's when it came. The darkness. From the corner of my eyes I could see his form and his voice, like a thousand needles going into my spine. A terrifying voice which sent chills to those whom heard it. I had never seen that cloaked and hooded person before in my life. Why had he come? He would tell us."
"Ah... you must be Charlotte and Geon of the upcoming tournament are you not? The friends of that boy Alto?" "Uhm yes, can we help you?" "Charlotte had asked the hooded being which replied." "Yes, yes you can. Die."
"I acted out of instinct, the terror and the fact I lacked any real power did not cross my mind. This person was threatening my friends."
"I was flung like a ragdoll into a wooden bench and then rolled across the cement floor outside of the schoolgrounds. I heard how the bones in my body snapped. The pain stinging in my left arm and leg, and the taste of blood in my mouth. The vision blurred from the impact."
"My friends attacked the hooded person and they stood no chance, he crushed them. He squeezed the life out of them one by one. Their powers did nothing to him. My vision cleared for a brief moment as I blinked and I saw Geon's blank face looking to me. His neck had been broken he was no more."
"I tried to get up. But I couldn't. I tried to stand but my leg failed me, my arm could not support the weight of lifting my body. Then I saw him... he hovered over her and then he killed her."
"In the end I was helpless to watch as all I cared for was being torn away from me. By an entity I did not even know could exist in this world. A demon awakened from some horrible dream. But the nightmare would not end there."
"The unmistaken voice of my father as he and my mother came running. It took all my breath to yell for them."
"Run away! Go now!" "But they did not run away. They came to help us but he killed them too. There were other people around. Their faces blurred, from my injuries and by the distance. They didn't do anything but watch before they scattered.
"The monster which had done the deed turned it's head around to look at me as I was crawling forwards dragging my shattered body. He knew I stood no chance against him. He knew I was weak. He knew I was just human. Then he walked away not even bothering to finish me off. Leaving me to die."
"I wanted to die. But it was not yet time."
"The sight that came to me was a sick bed, my arm and leg had been bandaged. My chest was also covered in bandages. I was alive. I looked around but found no other person, just an open window and the dark summer night. I took hold of the thing which held the small watery bag, using it to lean against. I was dressed in a white garment, reaching down to my knees."
"Where was she? Were was my friends? My parents? I couldn't be the only one alive..."
"My slow painful walk down the corridor led me to an information desk where the person working there had briefly gone elsewhere. On the top of the desk was the newspaper."
"Two adults and four students killed by St.Laurel's. Bystander deeply wounded."
"They were dead. They were all dead. Why? Why had this happened? I needed air. I took steps outdoors from the clinic or hospital which held me. I could not tell which it was."
"I walked along the sidewalk down an empty street. The monster had sought Alto. He was the intended target. He was the reason why my family and friends all died. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. I will never be able to see her again until I have taken revenge."
"As I made my way along the street two individuals had walked up behind me. Both being young like myself." "Heh, going somewhere grandma? Oh what's this? You look like you've be close to dying. Want a push in the right direction eh?" "They were laughing. This world was truly cruel. I could feel the heat boiling up inside of me and something in my head switched on. I wanted revenge for the fallen. I was not going to die. Not yet. I could not face them again without doing something. As I closed my eyes I could see. How was this possible?"
"I could see myself standing there with those two troublemakers from the eyes of someone else. I looked down and saw a ghostly shape. My own hands. It was me? Were I already dead? Would I be forced to watch my own death in a place like this?"
"I lunged downwards and swung my fists in anger towards the two boys, instead of fists I saw large extendable white tentacle like things, originating from my back. I slammed the boys with them and sent them flying into a nearby dumpster."
"What is this? I could hardly believe what I saw? Something had happened to me. Something within me had broken and now it was free. I could feel everything around me. Or through that form I took. I gazed at my own physical body and how still I was with closed eyes."
"I picked my true self up with this form I was now within and I began to walk before being stopped again by a lone person."
"He whistled and then made his offer." "You are something special I can tell. How about you join up with me and my guys? We could help you get stronger." "Stronger? He offered to take me to a place where I could get stronger. I wanted the power. I needed it. I nodded my head and followed. That is how I was led to the St. Lucifer's School for Peace and Wellbeing"
"My true physical body was weak. It was beyond repairs. No matter how hard I would train I could never run with this leg, I could never use my both hands and my breathing was bad. I needed help with breathing. So they brought me what I needed in order to live."
"In return I came to offer them a promise of my own. I would train myself. I would master my power and when I had mastered it I would use it and kill Alto of the St.Laurel's school."
"He was one of the ones responsible for the death of my world. He and that monster. This was my second chance. My second chance to do something and not be forced to watch. Now it has been two years since I first arrived here. My physical body has aged, my skin is pale, my body is frail and thin, dark rings under my eyes and long unruly hair. When not in the form of my younger astral self, I am barely able to lift my arm, or open my eyes... or simply speak. I am thankful for them taking me in. But at the same time I do not feel anything for them. They are almost as bad as that monster. They want me for their own goals. If I have to become a monster to kill a monster. So be it." Powers:
Core power:
Astral Manifestation: "I am able to take the form of an astral variant of myself, a ghost, a spectre or spirit could also work to describe it. With it I am able to move about, with some differences to others ofcourse.I may take semi-solid form, allowing me to attack others but doing so leaving my astral self vulnerable to damage. Or I may assume incorporeal form and allow things to pass me through or pass things through. But I cannot attack in that shape or stay in it indefinitely.
I can also manifest other people which I recall. Who play out scenarios they did as I remembered them. But not seize control of them or direct them. They are just memories. Very dear memories. Things I will never be able to forget, things I will never be able to forgive. No matter which form my astral self assumes I cannot be moved, heat and cold have no effects on me. Things which tries to affect regular people just won't work on my astral form. While my physical self is another matter.
My astral body may have limbs removed from it, but I can manifest them back given enough time and effort. If the damage however is too great to my form it will dissolve. If destroyed I may manifest a new one by my physical body, providing I have the mental strength left to do it."
1st power: Ectoplasmic wings "The first of the powers that I came to use were the tentacle like ectoplasmic wings protruding through my astral form's back. With them I could slam and grapple people with reach. But also use them for other matters. Such as shielding my astral body from attacks by placing them before me.
They like the rest of my form could be harmed but they are slightly tougher." 2nd power: Energy beams "I do not know any other word for them. Each tip of the tentacle like wings bear the ability to shoot these energy beams. I cannot use them with the same appendage I am grappling or slamming with though or when blocking. I may fire them all separately or all at the same time, even pull them all closely together to create a larger more destructive beam."
3rd power: Crave the grave. "My indomitable will. My memories cannot be altered. My mind cannot be led away from the task I've set myself upon. Any attempts to possess or toy with my head will not work."
Relationships:
Alto: "Even if we never met. You met my friends. And you are the reason why I am now without them. I could never forgive you. I will avenge my fallen friends and family by ending you. Charlotte looked up to you but in the end they all died because of you. I give my all until my flame is gone, even if I am meant to die!" Clara: "My love for the fallen is greater than your hate for the living. That's why Alto will be killed by my hand." Katherine: "You probably do not remember me as we only met a few times. I do remember Charlotte and Geon speaking very fondly of you though. I wish they would still be here." Brutus: "Geon always found your power to be remarkable and something amazing. I don't have any buisness with you though." Bak: "My friends was taken by a monster. You became a monster. Don't get in my way." Rurik: "He could have been a friend. But in this world friends will just leave painful scars. Something I have had enough of." Vernon: "You have not lost everything yet. So I guess you can still find happiness." Others: "There are many I have never met. I do not judge them before I have met them."
Name: Galbrek Ravenovich
Age: 17
Grade: 2nd year, St.Lucifer
Biography:
Galbrek Ravenovich. A half-demon. The name many of the students of St.Lucifers do not wish anything to do with, yet at the same time cannot do much about due to his family being a powerful force of evil. His ruthless and merciless nature precedes him wherever he goes. He is disliked generally by most except the most evil who find his demonic nature to be amusing, and perhaps some of the more chaotic people in the world.
Galbrek is outwardly first appearing to be very formal, polite and charming. Aswell as having no problems in adressing a larger crowd of people or having attention on him. Though this fascade usually breaks after awhile, and he reveals his true demonic self. An exploiting, dominating, leecherous and ruthless individual whom enjoys tormenting, humiliating or otherwise force people into a spot where they would feel controlled.
His targets usually be female, but he has also been prone to restrain and step on males. Some might think him oblivious to other peoples feelings and pain, but that is not quite the case. It is just that he does not care for their freedom, believing that power is the only thing which matters in the end.
What he cares for is personal enjoyment and stirring up trouble, if he can fling the world into chaos then he would do it. Though if said chaos would become too much then he would have to stop it before it gets out of hand. He does enjoy threatre and various plays though, tragic or otherwise. He prefers to make his own though, with the unfortunate people in his surroundings. Trying to puppeteer people into doing what he wants.
Galbrek has a demonheart at the end of the day, those which forget his nature are bound to find themselves tangled up into a mess.
Powers:
Core: Demonic marionetion
Galbrek uses his demonic powers to create humanoids which he refers to as dolls, they are made from a strange kind of clay rather than flesh and blood. They are hollow also on the inside, lacking internal organs and so forth. Yet they seem to have a soul of some kind, as they are very humanlike in their behaviour and strangely enough be capable of speech.
This is a magical effect much like their entire existance. They are all made with a different personality each, like the characters in a play. They also come equipped with different beliefs and values. Even some which may clash with their own creator.
So in a sense Galbrek is able to create an artificial form of life in the shape of a humanoid clay like human. They physically appear to be human however, bearing similar skin hues, working eyes and expressions on their faces. But once wounded they undoubtably reveal their true nature. They are slightly stronger than a average human, but against superhumans they are not likely to be able to keep up unless they are really lucky or outnumber their target.
Ultimately most of them tend to try follow out the wishes of their creator, be it out of a sense of duty, boredom, terror, enjoyment or disgust. Rebellion would mean certain death if found out. None of the dolls have plot armor and may come to be replaced eventually if they are killed.
Current dolls:
1:
Adam (50% Power infused. Able to send forth several shards of dark energy.)
Adam is the first of the dolls. He is thus the big brother type of the Group and self-appointed leader. He is a quiet one though and generally don't speak more than he has to. Lately Adam has found himself more determined to see his master's wishes done, after the Death and failure of his fellow dolls.
2:
Bertrand (Dead)
Bertrand were the cocky and lively one in the Group, the most eager to fight and come out victorious. He also were the most empathic and caring of the Group. He was especially protective of his fellow doll Darla. He died sacrificing himself to let his fellow dolls escape an enemy they had heavily underestimated.
3:
Celine (0% Power infused. Able to create a barrier of dark energy when infused.)
Celine is the motherly type in a sense and also the one most questioning their creator, she is the one most prone to question orders and the first one to call for a retreat. Lately she had displayed rebellious desire and has a pet rat to protect.
4:
Darla (Dead)
Darla was the Little sister of the Group, and the least eager to fight. She were naive and overall too friendly for her own good. She were however loyal to her creator despite him being whom he was. She died after a failed mission, at the very hands of her creator who saw no use in her existance as she had been crippled and failed both.
5:
Eve (25% energy infusion, Whip which may be empowered with dark energy)
Eve is seeing herself as a Queen, second in command to Galbrek or possibly his lover to be. She is deeply enthralled with her creator and would do all in her Power to fulfill his desires while at the same time fulfilling her own. Overall she is very sadistic and seems to lack empathy for other creatures other than herself.
6:
Fegin (25% energy infusion, Hoolahoop ring hich may be imbued with dark energy)
Fegin is a mysterious kind of doll, who hides behind a cheery and carefree personality. He has ulterior motives and does things which may hinder or help people seemingly at random. He doesn't take kindly to being called a clown. He is the least scared of all the dolls when it comes to their creator. Even in his presence.
1st power: Strings of the puppeteer
Galbrek is able to manipulate strings made of a strong elastic unknown material from each of his fingertips. It may be cut through however, but it does not make a good connector for electricity. Despite electricity can melt strings coming into contact with it.
He uses these to fight with, generally involving grappling people and applying pressure to them, making slicing attacks or just overall restricting peoples movements. Physically strong people may break free from the strings however, and they are not indestructible and thus may be destroyed.
2nd power: Demonic infusion
Galbrek may use the dark demonic energies to infuse power into his doll like servants, whom in turn can use it to make ray attacks, orb attacks, engulfing their fists in dark energies, create a dark energy barrier etc. Each doll is given only a single power and have a limit on how much they can use it and how effective it is depending on how much energy he puts into said doll. In a manner of speaking, it's pretty much an energy battery.
3: Grand performance
Using his charm and theatric moves, Galbrek is able to fascinate, paralyze or hypnotise people who watch him during a longer period of time without taking hostile action. Averting ones gaze from his eyes is a good way to avoid being affected or to be in a fighting mindset.
Galbrek uses this power mainly to try weaken people he has restrained or to have people part with valuable information or do something for him. The success of the power varies from target to target.
4: Improved dollmaking
Galbrek has through trial and error decided to make his Creations more sturdy, strong and fast in order to better serve him. An investment for the future as far as it concerns him. Someday he would surely be able to even create the 'perfect doll' which could realize his Dreams.
Name: Kanzael Laroud
Age: 27
Grade: None
Biography:
Kanzael has been an associate to Mephisto for at least 10 years, bringing in recruits for his school of the wickedly inclined, provided they have demonstrated interesting powers. Many have speculated where he comes from, but none has gotten a proper answer from him which they believe in to be the truth. As Kanzael is a man who puts on two different faces, depending on whom he is talking with and people generally have no clue which of the two is his real one.
The first impression people get from him is that he's generally a relaxed, cool and amusing person, which appears lighthearted and having a somewhat well-intent for people. Though after time or enough digging, some may find out that he has a darker side. Where he is manipulative, corrupting and prone to attempts to seduce others to commit evil or chaotic deeds. As if he finds enjoyment in making people fall deeper and deeper into the dark. He may appear as a friend to some and provide assistance, but usually hold back some information which he may possess. He holds no love for law and order, except following a tyrant if it will lead to more chaos.
A natural enemy of the law enforcement and those who fights to make Rhea and it's citizen's have upstanding citizens. Almost as if he gets a thrill by watching people fall from positions of grandeur, but he does step up to 'help' them at that point. Generally this means leading them towards a darker path where new ambitions would begin to form.
If engaged into a physical confrontation, Kanzael would try to talk things through before resorting to fighting. But if a fight is unavoidable then he is prepared to launch the first strike, generally from a very underhanded and dirty way. Such as using poisons, vision impairing or crippling things. He also has some sadistic tendencies, but generally stops before people are physically damaged for good. His relationships are best amongst the young, which he acts like a big brother type to. Providing those who want with illegal substances and weapons, and other things which aid in their fall into the dark.
Powers:
Core:Alchemical tinkerer
He possesses a vast knowledge into making alchemical ordnances, aswell as pills which imbue the consumer with detrimental or boosting properties such as enhanced stamina, resilience, strength and more. But his pills tend to have heavy withdrawal symptoms.
These ordnances, bombs, vials, potions and pills all compliment his weaponries in which he either creates things which poisons or drugs enemies, or inflict other crippling effects. Though in most cases they inflict instant effects such as bombs which explode. Kanzael's abilities are non-magical, thus they may bypass certain things which normally magic would be stopped at. But that aside he is generally alot physically weaker as hes not empowered, unless he takes his pills which temporarily empowers him.
1: Bright glove: A lightly armored glove (left hand) which can create a very powerful light as long as the hand is open. This is mainly used as a distraction or made to blind an enemy or illuminate an area. Kanzael uses this weapon very deceptively.
2: Cartridge cannon: A wrist bound cannon (left arm) which shoots alchemical bombs of different kinds. It contains several different cartridge magazines of various effects.
3: Syringe blade: A generally hidden, but extendable and powerful rapier looking blade (right hand) which is hollow on the inside and has several holes in the sides to it's very tip which is very sharp. This blade is sturdy and makes for good piercing and slashing attacks. Piercing attacks are generally alot more effective. The true purpose of this blade is to inject a target with an alchemical mixture.
That damn girl. She had somehow avoided being stabbed. Does she have eyes in her back or something? He did not have enough time to ponder on that idea. She was coming. He gritted his teeth.
He quickly on featherlight steps made his way out of the manhole as fast as he could, jumping forwards every now and then in a zig zag pattern to get more of a distance from the lightning crackling knight chasing him. Dashing at high speed out of the manhole with the knight still close behind him. She was fast. He could almost feel her breathing down his neck. The moths that had been placed between them had been easily destroyed aswell. Only some remained in the room with the slug like creature.
Menomaru's eyes quickly darted and looked for Minami, as he jumped up into the air and overviewed the situation. Private Minami. She would make a fine hostage while he would make his withdrawal. That fool Mordred would surely not swing her sword recklessly with an innocent such as that girl being in the way. Then it came to his realization that his plan may still work, but not in the sense he may have first thought.
Alberich
Alberich swung his flaming crystal blade before him to clear the moths out of his face and way. Mordred had rushed after that other person. Menomaru. Both of them were loud enough to surely trigger that monster in here to move for them. His decision came quickly. There was absolutely nothing to be gained fighting that monster on his own. Secondly that moth man had tried to fool him. That was to be paid back for.
Alberich ran after Mordred as fast as he could. "Wait! Mordred!"
Was this a part of that moth man's plan? To lure them- No. To lure it. He wanted them to pick who to fight and no matter which one he would come out on top of it with people dying. By his hand to boot. He was playing them. Normally Alberich would be the one to use his intellect to battle his foes, and in a sense he could respect someone using ones brain. But this guy had picked on the wrong person.
Alberich Delta Megrez, the sixteenth in the noble line. The brain of Asgard. This was unacceptable.
"He is trying to lure it to the surface! Mordred! Forget him for now! We have to stop this thing or it will tear up the city! We deal with him after!" Alberich was not comfortable in leaving his back against the manhole. That thing was surely coming. Fighting from two sides at once would not be favorable.
He gripped his sword with both hands and held it to his side. Waiting to see what Mordred would do. If she decided to chase after the mothman he would join the pursuit or if she would stay so would he. Splitting up was not a good idea. No matter how hotheaded the knight were.
Emilio
After abit of looking around her found Vita standing about with ash all around her.
"Aha? Finished already? What a shame..." He rested his left hand at his waist still hovering mid-air.
"What's with that hat? How did you get it? Do I... know you?" Emilio tilted his head, looking Vita over with his ghostly purple eyes.
Something was gnawing at him. That hat. The skirt. The braided hair. It was someone he knew who looked just like that. Someone very close. Why couldn't he remember? The more he tried to think about it the more painful it got.
What are you doing? Don't get in my way or I have to deal with you. A voice in his head said to him.
"Who goes there?" Emilio said out to seemingly no one with a serious tone in his voice before he shook his head. There was an uneasy feeling. What was going on?
Born as the sole child of two parents whom had previously been teachers at St.Lucifer's school. But since two years ago both his parents were part of an accident which caused their deaths. It was long believed, ever since he was born that he was going to be attending the school which his parents had worked at. But that idea was shattered when the boy in question sought entry into St.Laurel's school. Where all would know just who he was and who his parents were. The dishonor wrought upon the St.Lucifer's school by this apparant betrayal would had been grand. A thing St.Laurel surely wouldn't mind.
Against his dead parents wishes and the wishes of those whom shared their wicked intentions. He had during most of his life followed the whim of his both parents, though not without question and with disdain to some of the things they demanded. Their ambitions were not the same as his own. His parents were also partly fearful of his powers, dreading to wound him during training or otherwise because of his poisonous blood. Thus he was kept at a distance by both family and their friends.
He did contribute on that part himself aswell, as he did not want to inflict pain on others unless there was a really good reason for it. The ambition of the boy was to get to the top and from there make the world how he wanted it. Having been fed up with living his life to fill out some other peoples dreams rather than his own. Freedom. All deserved the right to chose how they wish to live their life no matter how long or short it may be.
This mindset was something Andreim decided to take to heart. But even if people deserve the right to chose how to live, no matter who they would be there would always be people opposing them. That was fine though. Andreim had been blessed twice with the powers now under his command, immense and powerful as they were. They could not grant him that one wish he craved more than any other. To be rid of that cursed blood in his veins. That which kept him barred from contact with others, that which kept him physically exiled from one specific part of life.
Someday he would find a cure for it. Someday he would rid himself of that cursed metallic tainted blood and see her.
Young Lady Liselotte Castellan de Valois-Saint-Remy. Who he had unfortunately fallen for. He cursed that too. Love was a double-edged sword. A curse like the blood in his veins. A weakness. Something which could be exploited by his enemies. He utterly despised it. Yet at the same time that girl had something. What was it? What was it that was driving him mad? She was the sole reason why he had applied to join St.Laurel's instead of St.Lucifer's. But he would never let anyone know about it. His weakness. The idea of anyone harming that girl. It did not sit well with him at all.
When it came to personality, Andreim was generally calm and collected, prefering to analyze people in order how to best approach and deal with them. Both for fighting matters and social. He wasn't the best looking, nor the strongest, nor the fastest. But he was cunning and he had the most adaptable weapons at his command. His mind and the power to amplify it. His voice is quite smooth and calm, but bears a kind of coldness to it. Like it would sound for someone partly cheated of life. He however has a habit of being very judgemental and arrogant, though most of the times he hides many of his darker thoughts behind a soft smile.
Powers:
Core power: Water manipulation
This is his core power. Andreim is able to create and control water. Not only water made by his own hands but all forms of it. He does however need to be in contact with it in some way in order to manipulate it.
Either by his own water coming into contact with like a fountain or pond. He may control boot-high water enough to fill up a warehouse. He may chose to gather it together to create a large wave aswell, or create a spinning water vortex under his feet which he can ride on to increase his movement while flinging spinning vortex-slices in an opponents way. These would bear a knockback force but not deal damage unless knocking an opponent into something or amplified into ice saw-blade like projectiles.
His water attacks generally consists of throwing blobs of water of different size and numbers, manipulate water like a whip constantly in motion or using jet attacks like a very strong firehose to pin or knock back opponents. Most of these attacks do not do any or very Little damage unless amplified into a ice or just using an overpowering amount of water like a large wave.
1st power: Thermal manipulation
Water may boil or become steam, it may also freeze. Thus Andreim may raise or lower the temperature in an area around him or a specific area of his choice within ten metres. The smaller the area he tries to change the more potent it is in heat/cold temperature.
He is highly resistant to heat and cold temperature effects himself though. But not the force of them. Example: Being hit by a shard of ice will damage him or getting thrown off his feet by a powerful fireball detonating on the ground before him.
Application examples of the power:
-Raise the temperature to a decent level that could cause people to faint due to heat if they stay in it long enough without any way to ward themselves from it. -Lower the temperature to a decent level which could cause watery surfaces turn to ice and cause overall chilling cold. -Raise temperature to a high level in a short area around him to create a barrier of heat enough to melt bullets. Things which cannot be affected by temperature bypasses this ofcourse like for example lightning bolts or energy beams. -Lower the temperature on an object, ground or wall before reversing to intense heat to cause it to crumble. -Use the the said power to create ice projectiles, ice walls, create jagged spikes of ice out from water, ice barriers from using his water manipulation prior or affecting another source which is temperature dependant. -Use the power to create mist or steam after heating up a previously cold area.
2nd power: Power connection
He may use his thermal and aqua mastery to detect heat sources (his irises turn bright orange and glow, to his detriment sometimes) and he may also feel if someone is standing or walking in water under his control or dropping things into it.
3rd power: Mercury blood
Andreim should technically not be able to live. But he does. His blood and overall fluids are poisonous, thus he is dangerous to others, especially when wounded. He has however learnt to use this as a weapon.
If need be he may inflict a wound on himself and then let his blood follow his water attacks in an attempt to poison his enemies. His mercury poisoned blood however keeps him from getting close with people. His skin is oddly enough not toxic enough to cause any lasting damage other than perhaps a slight irritation.
Which is something that bothers him as he is in love with Lise. He also won't use his blood to damage people which he bears no ill intent towards. So if fighting against someone he doesn't consider an actual enemy, even in a tournament he would surely not use it.
Relationships:
Alto:
"He is like me. Powerful. But also very unlike me. He lacks the proper motivation for sure. He is my anti-thesis. I have the tools to beat him, my skill and will is stronger than his."
Clara:
"She is what my parents expected me to be. She is strong. But she is like a dog in a leach. She is not in control or thinking much on her own for certain. More like a puppet for her father."
King:
"King. A king alone on his throne, and hes the only one blind to his foolishness. None is unbeatable. All one needs is the right approach. If he ever gets in the way I shall enlighten him about it."
Katherine:
"She is fierce if provoked. True to the talk about a woman scorned. A dragon in the guise of a girl. Her power is very destructive. But against me. Her luck would run out."
Brutus:
"He is a threat to me. His powers partly counters my own. I need to be very careful with my attacks against him or I will lose."
Bak:
"I cannot help but feel sorry for her. If there was something I could do to ease her pain."
Ria:
"I do not like this one. Not one bit. The girl's mind has been clouded by a poison worse than the poison in my veins."
Rurik:
"He has the potential to be really powerful. But he lacks the focus needed to get to the top so far."
Zachery:
"I may not be able or desire to kill you immortal. But I can encase you in a tomb of ice where you could stay forever if you wish. Then your power would become nothing but a curse which you would pray for to end."
Samoth:
"One of a few which I am very careful around. He has the look about him and the means necessary to contend with me. One of the major threats to my rise."
Sidney:
"All that grows must one day wither. If you go up against me I shall send the chilling cold of winter to make you hibernate."
William:
"Like the old bards in the books. Best not let yourself get caught up in your own faerietales or you may become a mythical thing yourself and vanish aswell."
Liselotte:
"The girl whose the sole reason for me being here. Why does she make my cold heart feel like it is on fire, when I cannot barely feel my own generated heat. If it weren't for you, who knows what I would be doing."
Christine:
"Like her sister. She too is impressive. Probably a slight bit more troublesome for me to fight. Underestimating opponents is not overly wise, but I think I can beat her with my powers."
Cassius:
"Rush ahead too quickly and you may run... out of time. Or slip on a cold surface."
Cyan:
"Flip a coin enough times and it will end up on the edge. What is the meaning of that tail?"
Michael:
"Allow me to paint something out for you. Before I brush you aside."
Golkai was enjoying the mayhem. His army was actually taking some casualities.
"Well that's interesting. Maybe I should-" A bullet hit Golkai in his left shoulder. "Hey!" He threw a look to the wound on his shoulder. This was no ordinary bullet.
It actually was causing him harm. "What in the void? That does it! You want war? You'll get war!" Golkai raised his banner as he stood in the flying chariot and the sky above became filled with another nine-thousand ninehundred soldiers aswell as the army champion, Garvus. All winged and now descending on the human army.
"And get that guy who did this wound to me. I hate the damn heroes who think they can win wars on their own. No offense your allmightyness." Golkai looked around for Amos.
"Where did he go? Ahh who cares! Garvus destroy that chopper and get whose leading these humans to me. I'd like to congratulate him on his loss!" Golkai gripped his horn and blew a loud ear piercing noise which seemed to spark the 'spirit' of the soldiers he had summoned but also the gods nearby would remember it and get more resolve.
A change of plan...
Delthrael
Delthrael was not interested in fighting against some humans which had noticed them. He raised a barrier of earth around himself, Cyl and David, incasing them in a bubble of stone and Earth unless they decided to jump away. His goals were elsewhere after all. Golkai and Amos were both capable in battles. They could do this on their own.
"Cyl, we must go to Desious right now. Amos and Golkai can handle things here. If we don't seize the moment now, then we shall later have to regret it with death slipping out of our hands." He would have prefered to have had Golkai and Amos there as a support. But there had been a change of plans.
"Those who do not adapt to a new enviroment are doomed to die out. As sad as dear sister Hiraga would be hearing it. The world is in constant motion." Delthrael waited for Cyl to answer him or to send them both to Desious. It was the main objective after all. Making sure he could not exile them again.
"Heeh?" He placed one hand by his waist and then looked around for a moment before quickly dashing off midair searching for a device such as the one Tenshi had thrown away. At least it was better searching for the device than standing or hovering idly by. The odd creatures they had destroyed had provided some fun. But they were far from fighting against his own kind.
You couldn't exactly play with these creatures either. They gave no pleasant reactions at all. So he decided he needed to find one of those devices quickly so they could get assigned another mission. He put out another of those octagonal prisms as soon as he spotted one of those devices about and more of those creatures. He then shot another ray of light into the prism, causing multiple rays to shoot out from the prism itself and hit many of the creatures.
Emilio continued attacking, this time flinging smaller projectiles who were still capable of destroying these creatures, he flung them at reasonable speed. They weren't as quick as the rays nor as powerful, but they were homing in on their targets. Then when he had a good sight of the device he flung one of the projectiles towards it. Destroying it in the process.
The nearby buildings would take damage and smoke would pour out from a few of them from the ray attacks. There was collateral damage indeed. But it did not bother him. It wasn't his mission to care about some buildings. Finding these devices, destroying the creatures and proceeding forwards however was.
Where would forwards really be? Without Wong there wasn't really anyone keeping him from leaving the army. Gudeath and Setsuna wasn't around either. Or any other Psychiccer for that matter.
He could leave the army. The thought occurred to him but wasn't overly appealing. They had provided him with a place to stay and entertaining people to play around with. They also provided him with missions so he wouldn't sit idle in a room like he had done before many time during his time with Wong.
Now when he thought about it. How long had he'd been with Wong? Where were he before that? His head started to hurt, a spray of pain. "Hnnghn..."
He shook his head from side to side while searching for hostiles. He needed to go elsewhere now. Perhaps to that girl with the red outfit. There was something about her. He darted off at high speed looking for Vita. Perhaps she hadn't finished up with all the fun just yet.
Alberich
He narrowed his eyes yet again. Mordred seemingly wanted him to shut up and was yet again making threats. Perhaps the subject was too close to her heart. Alberich was still somewhat pleased. He had gathered valuable information about her now. She was hotheaded and seemingly indeed the Mordred from the stories. But a woman? Alberich couldn't imagine the books could have been wrong about that part. He could use her past against her.
Mordred. What are you after? He wanted to ask her though he was certain that her answer would be very fierce.
The woman also seemed to think she had spared his life just now. Such misplaced confidence. She had no clue who she was talking to. He was part of a noble family, not that far from a royal family alltogether. But she lacked manners. She had met Siegfried however? Yet claiming he appologizes too much? What could he possibly have appologized about. It did not make sense to him.
Moreso how could she be alive with this attitude? Siegfried must have beaten her to a pulp. It was the only explanation Alberich could think of. Still she could be of some use. Just had to have the right offer. What did the knights of Arthur desire the most? Excalibur? No. The holy grail. Alberich smirked, revealing his teeth a slight bit before letting his face assume the previous cold look to it.
"Mordred. Do you want to find the holy grail? I know how you could get it." Alberich stopped moving as he saw Menomaru moving aside to make way for them to move. Why was he letting them pass by him? He entered first only to give up the front now?
"Mordred. Hold up. Something is not right." Alberich said and kept his eyes to Menomaru. "What are you up to?" Alberich stared at the mothman who in turn replied in an arrogant manner.
"Move." Alberich said with a dead stare at Menomaru who finally decided to move, placing him in the middle. He was seemingly not very happy about it. Upon moving on ahead, Alberich widened his eyes to the big blob moving about. He had not heard or seen such a creature before. Even with all his studies this creature was new to him.
"After you. Knight." Alberich said in a low tone as he relocated himself to the side of Mordred. Passing by Menomaru in the process.
The creature had not yet spotted them or so it appeared. Alberich was coming up with a plan on how to best approach it when it happened...
Menomaru
He gave Mordred and Alberich a not too friendly look as they came up to him, the former passing him by. The latter however didn't want to pass him. This was getting in his way. He needed to be behind them, but if he resisted his plan would be foiled. "Wouldn't you want to know? Human."
Menomaru was unable to create as many moths as he wanted to behind them. He would have to wait and unleash everything in one go. They had all gotten to the root of the problem however. Menomaru's moths were scouting ahead, some getting caught in the sticky ceiling. Some green sludgelike creature.
Some lower rank of demon. He couldn't even detect any demonic aura from it, that is how weak it was. Or so he thought. Menomaru quietly drew his sword. A natural thing to do before an upcoming battle, Alberich already had his drawn and wielded.
With his free hand he took out the sacred jewel shard he had been carrying with him for quite some time. This was a good moment to use it. He discreetly threw it over Mordred and Alberich towards the sludge. The shard itself would in turn empower whatever being that consumes it, inserts it into a weapon or into ones flesh.
"Prepare yourselves..."
To the others it may just have seemed to be a scouting thing, one of his own attacks or something which could work in their favor.
Menomaru had another battle in mind however. He began to call forth moths, quietly letting them cover the walls and passage behind them before he finally took a swift featherlight step up and in a stabbing motion with his sword aimed for Mordred's lower back, close to where her kidneys would be located.
It was not the way he would have preferred to finish her off. But it would surely at least be by his hand, and she was not a demon nor deserved the honor of dying face to face with him. He could leave the rest to this sludge thing to devour her and the boy alive. Regardless if the stab would have landed or not, he was swiftly stepping backwards past the cloud of moths now behind the group which in turn moved forth and some of them attacked Alberich seeking to impair his vision.
"To die! This place will be a suitable grave for you both! I shall tell the private goodbye from you when I run her through! Hah hahah!"
The woman had placed her free hand on his blade. Alberich naturally ignited the flames further as a reaction.
It had easily sliced through Cygnus Hyoga's chestplace like a hot knife through butter and the flames, a mere touch had sent Pegasus Seiya to his knees when the latter had knocked the sword from his hands. The amount of damage her arm and hand would surely had taken from that would had been intense, even if she were heavily armored. She was strong though, he could feel it.
Physically she was very strong despite her being a few centimeters shorter than himself. He was just about to use the spray of acid stored in his gauntlet, hoping to hit Mordred's face to impair her vision. It would obstruct her vision and then he would raise one of his knees to knee her between her legs. Where she surely lacked any protection.
It was a cheap move. But everything is allowed in order to win. However things did not come to that as the woman finally introduced herself.
Mordred? This woman is Mordred? Mordred was a man according to the tales. There was also that other woman who was overseeing their work, she had ran over and was trying to calm things down.
The woman. Mordred. She seemed to possess some power of lightning or somewhat akin to that. Alberich however was pleased over Minami's timely arrival to stop things from escalating further. Alberich didn't ponder on yelling any order to her as it now were. As Mordred had begun to move. It mattered not much to him if she went ahead or behind him. But the woman was more hotheaded than even Seiya.
If she and that mothman would get themselves killed down there it would mean he would be alone against who knows what. That small girl wasn't interested in aiding either. But Alberich had dealt with many things, read of many mythical creatures, tales and history. If there was anyone in this group capable of fighting what possibly could be ahead it was him.
Alberich gave Minami a narrowed eyed look and a nod. "She may not come back in one piece the way she handles things." He didn't waste more time talking to Minami however and jumped down into the hole aswell. He held his crystal sword now in one hand and had the flames light up the way. The smell down here was really bad. The area wasn't ideal for fighting. But he was certain that applied to all of them.
"Mordred. Medraut. The traitorous knight of Arthur Pendragon. I know of you. Both of you died fighting each other to the death." Alberich said as he ended up behind Mordred.
"I know not only about you. But of the sword Excalibur, Merlin, Camelot, the holy grail and also the knights of the rounds. Lancelot. Perceval. Gawain. To name a few." He took a slight breath in the foul air.
"I am certain you have heard the tale of Siegfried and the dragon Fafner? The Balmung sword? He is the head of the god warriors."
Menomaru
His moths were scouting ahead. He was waiting for them to give him some information of what was ahead. Now all that he needed was to have the two fools behind him to pass him by and he could make the trap necessary to kill them both off. If whatever was inside the hole could also be drawn to them they would be pinned between it and his moths.
Though he wanted to finish the girl off himself. Not let some second rate monster take it from him. Perhaps the monster or whatever had made it's way down here could be made into a temporary servant. The idea crossed him. He was after all going to kill everything in this world. That was the plan. If his existance in his world was just a lie then he would have to make his own reality in this world. And these humans would pay for this humiliation.
How sweet it would be to draw their souls to him. He might not even need his father's powers if he kill enough of them. Letting his moths gather the souls of each person in this world to boost his own power. Then he could become the great Hyoga himself and then destroy everything. He saw the knight and the boy with the flaming sword approach him from behind. He moved slightly to the side so they could move past. That was the plan after all.
"Lead the way. Human." Menomaru said to the knight.
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