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Blood Oath

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Blood Oath

Cool!

Blood Oath

I'm interested but I'm curious as to what the abilities consist of, magic? like mutant abilities? Etc.

who's the main enemy? Sounds cool and all, but who are we fighting, and why are they against us?

The Demon Inside: Unleashed

Her quick movement would have startled the boy but then again it was hard to move and think. Recovering was going to be hard and it was going to take a long time. Liam opened his eyes slowly only to stare up at a beautiful angel hovering above him. Sarina had a worried or curious expression upon her face, he wanted to say something but didn't know where to start. After a couple seconds of solid eye contact he noticed that his body had a different aura to it. Though he still couldn't feel that much, he noticed his weight was lighter, his face was clean and his body no longer covered in dirt.

'Had she cleaned me?' Liam thought, 'oh god, that means she saw me naked, fuck I hope this doesn't end up awkward or anything.' He focused on her and did the best he could to make his body smile, 'come on, do something,' but the body refused. 'I can't give up, not after being so close, I was able to move my arm, I'll try that again.' The arm moved a little bit more in the direction it had gone before. He tried to move the other arm and it did as well, not as much but it moved just enough to reassure the both of them.

Next was his lips, Liam continued to think that if he could do something as simple as slide an arm across the bed, then he could move his lips. 'Come on you piece of shit, say something to her, say hi.' The boy's bottom lip barely moved at all and then started quivering as if it were cold. Movement was slowly coming back but not at the rated he wanted it to. The tongue moved a little bit but still no sound. Liam started pounding his fists on the ground of the abyss in his head, 'come on, say something, say hi for christs sake' the body still refused. Tears started to run down his cheeks, 'please, just say something to her.' Silence.

Liam couldn't handle the fact that the girl of his dreams was right above him, she saved him and cleaned him up, and he couldn't even say hi. He sat depressed in his head and what felt like hours was only seconds, he collected himself and focused on a different task, moving. He focused on moving his arms again and it worked, he could at least move his eyes so he was able to look down and watch his hand raised a little bit before falling onto the bed. He could move but his body was weak. 'Okay good, progress, something else now' He knew he wasn't going to get the body to speak but maybe he could move the jaw. He focused hard and his mouth was able to close and open, opening it wider was hard but still capable of doing it. He stared up at her, taking a break from trying and just wanted to hear her speak, he missed the sound of her voice, it always calmed him down.

Criss Cross RP

"Good I'm glad, would hate to have to tell father about any mishaps." Jasper started to change out of his formal attire and replace his clothing with those more suitable for bed. "We leave tomorrow morning, I want to get back home before sunset and tell father of our trip." His head was running with thoughts and plans, a sort of speech to come up with to present to the King. With the new title as an official representation of EverGlenn, he didn't want to let his father down and hoped that he was pleased with the deal made between them and Iglasia. He laid in bed and blew out the candle next to him and spoke to his sister in a quiet tone, "Good night Jemma."

The following morning the two had woken up and quickly started to pack, Jasper was quick to grab his clothes and fold them properly before placing them in their designated chests, then packing away his dueling equipment. Of course he dressed himself accordingly to suit traveling before packing away his belongings. He finished before his sister and asked a maid to come in and take his chest as well as help the Princess. "Jemma I will meet you in the carriage, I must bid farewell to the family." He left the room without another word. What he really meant was that he was going to say goodbye to Lumina.

He approached her door and knocked light enough for her to hear but not to the point where it was intruding. When she opened the door he smiled at her, "Good morning Princess. It is time for my leave, I have no knowledge of when I'll return or when we will see each other again, but let us say it will be soon. I enjoyed your company last night and perhaps something can work out between us." He kissed her hand and left the scene. He started towards the King and wished him good luck with his troubles and that the deal made between the two will be made successfully, after thanking him for his hospitality he walked out to the courtyard where his sister was awaiting him in the carriage.

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As the sun started to go down the castle was in view, it has been a week since they were last here and of course, nothing has changed. Once inside he asked his butler to take his belongings to his room while he went to go speak to his father. After meeting with the King and giving him the formal speech about the deal made between the two countries. Mitus was pleased, Jasper's work with dealing with such fragile events proved his worth as a further representation and a future King. "I have spoken with the Caloreans and we agreed to hold the Dueling Championship here in a couple months, prepare yourself, it's your first time." The King spoke before leaving his son. Jasper nodded and returned to his room where his belongings were placed where they belong.

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As the months went by and the Championship came up, Jasper was not only physically preparing himself but also mentally. He had to keep his cool and try not to reveal his left arm till the final match where he'll most likely need it the most. After a short practice the matches began, Jasper's first match went well and was rather easy. A couple hours later and his next match began, this one was a bit harder, but only because he didn't want to hurt his opponent that much, it was Lumina. After Lumina he had two more matches, the semi-finals with Fiyori, which was easier this time and the opposing duelist was rather scared of Jasper's tactic coming out.

The day ended with that, the final match was against the reigning champion of Calorean who held the title for four years. The match will be held tomorrow midday, Jasper has until then to prepare himself.

The Demon Inside: Unleashed

"I told you that she would be here," a deep voice spoke, it came from a demon, one known as Ferdia. He stood at a great height with the legs of a goat covered in black fur, his torso was that of a mans, rugged and ruined by war, yet held the strength of a thousand men if not more. his back held large wings, resembling that of a crow, and what laid atop his head were large charcoal toned horns. Next to him was a boy, shy of six feet tall and matched with his weight. The boy was much smaller than the demon but did not show fear in his presence. He had shaggy brown hair and eyes to match. Ferdia looked down to the boy, "Liam?"

"I don't know what to say, all this time I thought she was gone forever and here she is, RIGHT THERE." He pointed down to the couple laying in bed. The Demon and the boy were above the two as ghost like aspirations. Liam's feelings were mixed and confused, he didn't know what to do or what to think. "She rescued me..."

The large clawed hand of the Demon laid on the boy's shoulder, "She did, and now its time to continue living your life, bring your relationship back and make memories with her. Don't forget though, you need to bring her up to speed to what we've talked about over the past couple years, we could really use her help. If she doesn't, then I don't know what I would do."

"Right right, remind me again just so I have it down, I wanna make sure I don't leave out any details." He started to imagine a life with his lost friend. Something that has been gone for years has finally returned and they can continue to be happy with one another, hopefully to never part again.

"If we're going to save Lilim, then we need to do something soon. She'll forget everything she has ever had, including me. I need to save her but I can't do it alone. With your help, and that of Sarina's and her make shift demon Shado, the four of us can bust her out. It would be dangerous for sure and we might run into the Devil himself. If we're lucky and everything pans out, we won't have to deal with him." The hulking beast started to show a little sorrow in his face as he remembered the face of his lover, waiting for their reunion.

"I'm sure she'll help but Shado might be a problem, we'll work it out when the time comes. First, we need to heal my body down there and reconnect it with all my memories. Right now, I don't even know how to walk, how do I fix myself?" Liam was clueless where to start, hoping his body wouldn't stay like that forever.

"Start by saying hi," Ferdia smiled at him and vanished in thin air leaving a small amount of an ashy smoke.

"I guess that's a good start," his soul vanished too and returned to the resting body. He tried his best to wake up and move but could only drag his arm a couple inches towards Sarina. His mouth opened and nothing came out, he wanted to speak but his lips and tongue couldn't coordinate yet.

Criss Cross RP

Fiyori was trying his best to block and counter as the Golden Prince struck at him, only to get faster and faster making it harder and harder for the Iglasian Prince. Though he held his own and kept his slowing weakness from showing, he was starting to realize that he underestimated Jasper. Fiyori changed tactics and began moving his feet faster to give his arms a break and possibly hide his slowing arms. With his body moving around so much it was easier to block for the moment, if a blow was coming and the blade was already in place, then moving his body to the correct side would successfully block the attack, but how long can such a large man keep up the movement. The Golden Prince was taking large strides and fast strikes to keep the challenging opponent on the move and set him straight, not to underestimate anyone. The golden blade moved through the air like it was part of it, the momentum of his fast body keeping it in motion allowing him to strike quick and true. He noticed that Fiyori had changed tactic and began to move his body around his blade rather than his blade around his body. This however countered Jasper as he moved his body a lot to build his swords momentum, so he couldn't judge where his opponent was gonna stand next. With this new tactic in play the Iglasian Prince was starting to turn the table and noticed as Jasper started to slow down and step carefully. He began to think that Jasper had burnt out his energy to quickly and now had the upper hand, with his arms having a slight rest he switched back to where he began before and started to swing his arms more than moving his feet. Jasper stepped back for the first time and watched where he was blocking, this switching stances and tactics was not something he was used to at all. He adjusted the best he could and let Fiyori take a couple steps forward so his confidence would boost back up, and put his attacks a bit less planned and more cocky. With the blonde boy having a slight rest from attacking it was now time to reveal his secret weapon. Jasper glimpsed at the judge and then at Lumina, taking his eyes off his opponent for two strikes that were well blocked. He turned back towards Fiyori and swung up to block the next attack and force his opponents blade upwards giving him enough time to spin and take a step backwards while tossing his sword into his left hand and raised it at point towards the opposing Prince. Fiyori glanced at the judge who gave no comment and let it proceed, no rule was broken but the duelist, Jasper, knew the consequences for not having access to his short blade. He also noticed that the arm was bleeding at the shoulder, and it was a fresh wound, but it was there before the match. "That arm is wounded, are you sure you want to keep going?" he asked thinking that his other arm was tiring out. "Don't hold back on me now Fiyori, I may be injured but I had the high ground when we started, now the tables are turned, show me your training." He smirked and waited until the boy attacked. With a quick flick of his wrist the attack was automatically turned into a block and the next couple strikes landed as so. But now using his left arm, his blade was hitting harder. The speed matched as his own from before, he waited for the right moment before going all out and boosting his speed beyond what Fiyori could block, but to keep the boy from being harmed Jasper focused on attacking the now limp blade in his hands. He finished the duel by striking the blade onto then switching hands once again only to put the tip of the golden sword near his throat. "I reckon you are finished?" Fiyori stepped back and let the judge proclaim the winner before glaring the blonde prince, "You've changed, you're different on the court compared to before, but you're still just as dangerous if not even more so." He called Vince over and the two left the room. Jasper sheathed his rapier and caught his breath before looking at the two Princesses, "Well, I could use a patch up right about now." ```` A couple hours later after being patched up, Jasper began to plan the rest of the day since the hours were going by before they had planned to leave for EverGlenn. He dressed himself in a formal outfit that consisted of the usual Golden Family colors and patterns while speaking with his sister, "I plan on taking Lumina for an evening dinner outside the palace, we haven't seen each other in some time and I wish to know a little more about her. While I'm gone please don't get yourself into trouble and don't fool around places you shouldn't be. I will be back tonight." He mounted his rapier back onto his belt, but this time with a more decorated sheathe. Used only as formal wear and was typically worn on most occasions. That night Lumina had accepted his invitation and they both left the walls of the palace with no guards. They ate at a small restaurant and spoke with a joyful tone. He wanted to know a bit more about her, how she has been the past couple years, what she likes to do, what her thoughts on Royalty and her future rule in this Kingdom, possibly in EverGlenn, if something were to happen. After dinner and their little date was over, he walked her back to her room and kissed her hand before bidding farewell and returning to his shared bedroom. "How was your night?" He asked noticing as Jemma was brushing her slightly messy hair, knowing she must have been doing something active, "Get into anymore trouble I have to deal with?"

The Demon Inside: Unleashed

That night, by usual schedule and bodily activity of Liam, he was suppose to sleep his ten minutes before his rage continued, is only nap every week, and the employees had it down by the day and time. Is body was still fighting against the iron maiden, continuously getting stabbed by the sharp steel thorns inside. Being in the state that he is in, most of his touch sensory is gone, but if he could feel, the floor would be like ice, a cold concrete surface freezing his feet where most of his bodily warmth is escaping. The iron maiden would also be cold, its dark greyish color glimmering slightly with the small light that's been dimmed due to the hour of the night. The boy could feel the pulse of his demonic heart, pushing the blood through his injured body.

His body was slowing down, in movement and anger, his eyes closing slowly but his arms still fighting against the contrapment and chains. His voice becoming quieter and his actions becoming still. He finally drifted into a sleep like rest, the chains fell limp and his muscles relaxed, becoming still and only his smoke like breath escaping his lips was the movement in the room. That is until the two guards showed up, they knew the exact time he would pass out and rest the demon inside of the boy. They opened the door and turned on the light to its brightest level. They smirked at each other, each holding a steel pole about a yard in length, "No ones around and he deserves it for putting us through all this trouble," one says to the other. "He get's this punishment every week, we won't let him rest, he doesn't deserve it." "Hell he doesn't even deserve to exist," the two spoke back and forth to each other. "Well lets get on with it before his ten minutes are up."

Liam was resting well, recovering as quickly as his body could before jumping into rage again, a rage fueled by anger, pain, and hate. But before any real progress, a sharp strong pain slammed into both his thighs, His eyes opened in anger with the intent to kill while the chains instantly became tight as they were stretched as much as they could go while the demon tried to break free and attack. The two guards laughed and smiled as they swung their poles as hard as they could into the 'patients' thighs, shattering his femurs and keeping him from ever being able to walk, if he even had the chance to escape.

His screams echoed throughout the halls of the building, his strength growing ever slightly and fighting against the chains more and more, but sadly getting nowhere. He took the beating for few minutes before the door flung open and two people attacked and killed the guards. Liam, filled with anger, looked at the orange haired one first and immediately had the intent to kill him, but as his head turned and his eyes met with the girl. He froze, he remembered her from earlier, the same calm feeling came over him, his body still and his mind running aimlessly through memories but couldn't find anything. But for some reason he felt like he should know her, that she was important. He stared at her with empty eyes still filled with a murderous anger, before looking down at the floor, not knowing what todo anymore. His chin lifted up once the girl started speaking to him, she spoke in english and stared right at him, deep into his eyes targeting any soul of Liam that was still in there. He could do nothing but look blankly back at her. Like a puppet with no strings, he had lost control of his body and could no longer fight to escape. She cut his chains and the bolts to the iron maiden, his body landed on his heels and his arms fell from his back. His body relaxed even more and he stared at his hands as black claws were where his nails used to be, his hands, arms covered in his blood, so old its a maroon like color. Staining his skin and the inside of the iron that now lays before him on the floor. His eyes still empty and he couldn't comprehend what had happened. He couldn't stop staring at his hands, having not seen them for three years. He looked at the bruises on his legs and felt the pulsing pain from the guards attacks.

After a short silence he was lifted off the ground and carried out of his cell, the two were working hard to escort and transport the heavy body. Weighing more than they remember, the escape wasn't as easy as they thought. Liam still could not think or even act, his mind lost in a trance of confusion. He has never felt free like he does now but he can't move, he lost his strings. Once they arrived in the car there was not much left to the plan but to drive away. Liam looked over to the girl and the blank expression remained, though his eyes could not lose the appearance of bloodlust. After a couple minutes his body gave up on acting and even thinking, his eye lids hung low and he drifted into the sleep that he needed.

The Demon Inside: Unleashed

Good post babe, I can work with that :)

The Demon Inside: Unleashed

"That day still haunts me. I don't know how much longer I can hold out."
"You need to relax, there will be a time-"
"TIME FOR WHAT?!?!"
"..."
"I've been trapped here with you for three years and all I can think about is the day they took her. Just look at my body, it's lost all control and sanity that it’s ever known. How am I supposed to return to that?"
"...we'll find her."
"HOW FERDIA? HOW? I'm stuck here and you're stuck with me, you can't even break through this damn thing...I just...want it all to stop."
"Perhaps...she will find us. It is a possibility, it's been three years maybe she escaped and is looking for us right now...looking for you."
"I doubt it. How would that even work? How am I supposed to recover such a worthless bag of meat?"
"Liam, she will help you, she will be here. You are stronger than this, rest and ease your thoughts."
"Fine, I guess I can wait a little while longer."

It has been exactly three years, two months, eleven days, and fourteen hours since the last time I saw her face. They took her, and they took me, in that instance of horror I could no longer feel my arms, being held by some metal restraint. Though I didn't care about my body, I focused on seeing her, Sarina, my savior, my goddess, the one who protected me through my dark thoughts and nursed me back to health. And now she's gone, forever, as I seemed to convince myself. I could only close my eyes and picture her face with that sweet smile of hers that held so much joy and wonder, but day by day the picture faded, now it's nothing but haze with slight color. I didn't know how long I was going to be trapped but I knew it would be a long time and I didn't want to come out crazy if I had been released. I tried my best to keep my mind in check by remembering my favorite movies and books, talking to myself in my head and replaying sweet memories like a projector on the walls.

Though my body at the time was reverting back and forth to my personal Demon, Ferdia, he was trying to break free for me, but the way my arms were held and constricted like a strait jacket, and the fact that there was this iron maiden like contrapment that held around my torso, every time he tried to revert to his form, before my body reached full size it was stabbed by the thorns within, keeping him at bay. I took the pain of those thorns constantly day by day hour by hour. Ferdia tried to grow specific parts of my body like just my arm or a leg, anything that could help break free but it would instantly give out and return to my original form. Though he never gave up, my anger only boiling and it fueled him to keep trying.

We both had an equal goal, to escape and be free. He worked hard at my body while I worked to keep remembering her and keep my sanity. Though both of us were losing. I began to forget letters and words, numbers all the same. I lost all feeling and emotion by the end of the first year. Though I could still think and talk to Ferdia as a soul, my body was lost. It could no longer comprehend events or understand the difference between light and dark, nor even realize there was a difference. It had forgotten just about everything that was embedded in its mind. The body had taken on a similar feat, the legs forgot how to walk, or even move. The arms couldn't be felt anymore from not being able to move them for so long, if anything, the body forgot how to function all together. Yet Ferdia was still trying to break through at every passing hour. I don't know how much longer I could stand this torture.

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Liam has been trapped for three years inside solitary confinement, his body held together by an iron maiden like chest piece that also restricted his arms like that of a strait jacket. He was forced to stand on his shin and knees while four chains held the iron maiden in the center of the room. The boy had lost his sanity and could no longer, talk, read, write, comprehend, but there was a fading amount of thought that still remained in him. The lights were on during the day and off during the night, though later on he soon forgot the difference. He barely slept, maybe ten minutes at a time every week or so. His body running on the fuel of his inner Demon. From time to time the attendents would come to get him, grabbing long steel poles and bashed them against his thighs to break his bone so he couldn't run, they would attach the poles to his collar and drag him out, to clean him up so he wouldn't die or stink the place up, at the slightest movement he made they would zap him with a long stun rod like an animal. To them he was a monster, a beast, something not of this world and it needed to be killed or put in its place, but they had orders. They would leave his hair the way it was, afraid he'd try to bite at them if they came too close, and then they would return him to the cell. Food would be placed just outside of reach away from him, forcing him to endure the pain of the iron maiden just to eat off the plate like a dog.

His inner Demon would always try to break free, trying to revert the boy’s body into his own only to be stabbed back into place. This was like the boy's work out, muscle constantly growing and contracting day by day, hoping to break free but to no avail. The anger boiling within Liam only grew, he wanted nothing but to murder those who hurt him and to find the one he cared most about, that was all he wanted, but nothing in the world would let him have it. Soon he would give up and his body would rot like a bag of dead meat.

Liam now is on the verge of life and death, his soul having a small fraction of hope to see her face once again, but he had forgotten it. There was nothing left to do but give up. That is until the small door for the window at the door slid open. There stood the face of a woman, peering in and staring at the boy who fought hard against the chains every second, screaming like a demon wanting to be free only to become mute once his eyes landed on her. They held a hunger for murder when he stared at her, but slowly changed as Liam's mind began to collect itself slightly. He did not know this woman, but he thought he should have known her, she seemed important to him. Having this thought he wanted to be with her, to be free. He became calm and relaxed only staring at her till the door to the window slammed shut quickly. Liam's eyes widened in disbelief, he began to think if it was the girl he wanted to be with all these years but denied it so and became more furious and abrupt against the iron maiden and the chains. Using every ounce of strength to break out and be free. With a final piece of hope restored and a fraction of a chance she would return, he kept fighting.