Abaddon paused for a bit, but eventually made the sharp blade reced back into his arm. She obviously wasn't a threat, at least not at the moment.
"Where do you come from? Hope or Fear?"
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(Might as well make and Abaddon post)
"Who are you?" Abaddon growled as he held a symbiotic blade to Serah's back. He could smell blood on her, and her adrenaline levels were high. She must have been a runaway from a recent battle. That wasn't uncommon here in Fear, Abaddon didn't need to live here for long to realize that there were always battles for supremacy and pride going on.
"Who are you?" Abaddon growled as he held a symbiotic blade to Serah's back. He could smell blood on her, and her adrenaline levels were high. She must have been a runaway from a recent battle. That wasn't uncommon here in Fear, Abaddon didn't need to live here for long to realize that there were always battles for supremacy and pride going on.
GODDAMMIT APOLLYON
thewizardguy said
Damn. You rping from experience?
Nope.
I cried when I typed that post.
One of the metahumans had begun to cry out in fear and desperation as Apollyon used his claws to basically make a long, deep cut along the stomach of his girlfriend. Always fun to watch people cry out for mercy when their loved ones were being harmed.
"Please stop! Please! She hasn't done anything to you! Just please s-stop!"
Apollyon merely munched on a donut as he brought his claw up to her tear dotted face.
"Hm... you remind me of a girl I used to love a few years ago. Sad thing the little bitch was nothing but a fickle minded idiot who almost turned me over to some damn gang lord for cash."
Apollyon slashed at her visage.
"It still hurts to think about it, but the sadness is offset by the sheer joy I felt as I ripped her friends and family in half before her eyes. Then I went for her and flayed her alive."
Inserting his claw into the deep gash on her face, Apollyon quite literally tore her face off and used it to wipe some chocolate off his lips, before eating the skin itself. The meta was now sobbing.
"Ah... almost forgot. Famine!"
A demon flew up next to Apollyon.
"Yesss massster?"
"Do me a favor and broadcast this pitiful sight across Fear. As a reminder of what happens when you upset the delicate balance of Fear."
"Please stop! Please! She hasn't done anything to you! Just please s-stop!"
Apollyon merely munched on a donut as he brought his claw up to her tear dotted face.
"Hm... you remind me of a girl I used to love a few years ago. Sad thing the little bitch was nothing but a fickle minded idiot who almost turned me over to some damn gang lord for cash."
Apollyon slashed at her visage.
"It still hurts to think about it, but the sadness is offset by the sheer joy I felt as I ripped her friends and family in half before her eyes. Then I went for her and flayed her alive."
Inserting his claw into the deep gash on her face, Apollyon quite literally tore her face off and used it to wipe some chocolate off his lips, before eating the skin itself. The meta was now sobbing.
"Ah... almost forgot. Famine!"
A demon flew up next to Apollyon.
"Yesss massster?"
"Do me a favor and broadcast this pitiful sight across Fear. As a reminder of what happens when you upset the delicate balance of Fear."
Well I looked in the IC and the first thing I see is Kami getting punched in the face by Abaddon. Needless to say, "What the heck?!" Was also my reaction.
I will work up some gruesome post about Apollyon eating a donut as he tortures the metas.
I will work up some gruesome post about Apollyon eating a donut as he tortures the metas.
I can see you guys are having fun here xD
I'm guessing either electric or fire.
From the eerie throne stationed to overlook everything in the Corrupted Sector (as it was simply referred to by all in Fear), Apollyon watched as the usual ongoings went about. Though much of the area was filled with creatures, there were still some regular civilians living there.
The humans he had let survive his initial attack on the sector did their work as usual, building and repairing structures as they were driven forward by more sentient beings from the dark realms. Other humans functioned as guards alongside the creatures, hunting and capturing any intruders if the sheer terror and constant shifting of the Sector hadn't gotten to them already. More carried out the simpler tortures, and surprisingly, there were some groups that sold merchandise such as food and clothing.
Although the civilians lived in fear of Apollyon and the place itself, they could at least have more hope that they wouldn't be killed for sheer entertainment as was with the original lord of the area. So long as they remained submissive, they could manage living. There was also the fact that they had more protection from aspiring metavillains and gangs than before.
"#The other us that entered here has escaped, are you sure about letting him go so easily?"
"Quite. I want to see how he manages in this city. He might be able to get through our sphere of authority easily due to his powers being the same as mine, but he'll still have to face the Outside. Now, I think it's about that time those government officials requested a meeting with us..."
Right on cue, Apollyon spotted a small group of government men walking towards him. They had their genetic abominations with them, indicating that they were bringing in some metas for trial. Once they were finally at the feet of the tower holding Apollyon's throne, he jumped down before them to meet them.
"Welcome back," Apollyon spoke. "What brings you to my twisted sector?" There was some amusement in his voice as he asked this. It was normally very difficult to enter and traverse through the Corrupted Sector with ease due to its nightmarish creatures and nature of feeding off and heightening the fear of those in it. However, Apollyon could facilitate travel for "welcome" guests, but that didn't mean he wouldn't let the place mess or even kill a few of them every now and then.
"Well," one of the men spoke. "The few of us who actually made it here in one piece and with intact sanity have some uh... visitors in need of trial."
The men ordered their abominations to toss the beaten metas forward.
"They just... appeared all of a sudden, and as soon as they saw Fear they set out to 'liberate' it from our 'slimy' hands."
Apollyon tilted his head as he observed them, taking in their scents, appearances, and presences. These metas were obviously from the world Abaddon had come from. All acts of heroism had been stamped out of Fear years ago, and whatever heroes did remain rarely had the balls to actually come out in the open to do their work.
"Leave them to me," growled Apollyon as symbiotic tendrils rose from the ground to grasp the metas. They were immediately pierced by bone like protrusions to keep them subjugated, and were afterwards stuck to the walls of a nearby structure where Apollyon could watch and question them.
"Yeah uh... we'll let you do your work...."
The humans he had let survive his initial attack on the sector did their work as usual, building and repairing structures as they were driven forward by more sentient beings from the dark realms. Other humans functioned as guards alongside the creatures, hunting and capturing any intruders if the sheer terror and constant shifting of the Sector hadn't gotten to them already. More carried out the simpler tortures, and surprisingly, there were some groups that sold merchandise such as food and clothing.
Although the civilians lived in fear of Apollyon and the place itself, they could at least have more hope that they wouldn't be killed for sheer entertainment as was with the original lord of the area. So long as they remained submissive, they could manage living. There was also the fact that they had more protection from aspiring metavillains and gangs than before.
"#The other us that entered here has escaped, are you sure about letting him go so easily?"
"Quite. I want to see how he manages in this city. He might be able to get through our sphere of authority easily due to his powers being the same as mine, but he'll still have to face the Outside. Now, I think it's about that time those government officials requested a meeting with us..."
Right on cue, Apollyon spotted a small group of government men walking towards him. They had their genetic abominations with them, indicating that they were bringing in some metas for trial. Once they were finally at the feet of the tower holding Apollyon's throne, he jumped down before them to meet them.
"Welcome back," Apollyon spoke. "What brings you to my twisted sector?" There was some amusement in his voice as he asked this. It was normally very difficult to enter and traverse through the Corrupted Sector with ease due to its nightmarish creatures and nature of feeding off and heightening the fear of those in it. However, Apollyon could facilitate travel for "welcome" guests, but that didn't mean he wouldn't let the place mess or even kill a few of them every now and then.
"Well," one of the men spoke. "The few of us who actually made it here in one piece and with intact sanity have some uh... visitors in need of trial."
The men ordered their abominations to toss the beaten metas forward.
"They just... appeared all of a sudden, and as soon as they saw Fear they set out to 'liberate' it from our 'slimy' hands."
Apollyon tilted his head as he observed them, taking in their scents, appearances, and presences. These metas were obviously from the world Abaddon had come from. All acts of heroism had been stamped out of Fear years ago, and whatever heroes did remain rarely had the balls to actually come out in the open to do their work.
"Leave them to me," growled Apollyon as symbiotic tendrils rose from the ground to grasp the metas. They were immediately pierced by bone like protrusions to keep them subjugated, and were afterwards stuck to the walls of a nearby structure where Apollyon could watch and question them.
"Yeah uh... we'll let you do your work...."
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