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AchronumDemon of Lamentation
Laz’s eyes seemed to almost glow with excitement as Laila’s suggestion got gears turning in his brain, a wide smile forming on his face as he turned his attention towards the stage where the Ascendant and the Deacon would appear. “Well then, Laila, you’ve just offered up an interesting challenge for me, one I can’t help but try to meet. Just give me a second to focus. If all goes well, they’ll never know what hit ‘em.”
With that said, Laz began to focus his magical energies, forming vague shapes in his mind of what illusion he wanted to create, waiting for a good moment to cast to cast his illusion for maximum hilarity.
As the light drops of rain began to fall harder, a low chill would begin to spread throughout the crowd. At first, it was something that could be ignored, but as the rain began to beat down hader and harder, the people in the crowd would begin to feel as if something was off in the air, though none could tell what. The Deacon cut off his long, boring speech in order to turn and tell some of the laborer’s to roll out the rain covers so that the citizens didn’t get drenched by the odd downpour. As men surged forth to turn the cranks and gears needed to extend the treated-leather protection from the sky’s tears, a low, feminine voice would cut through the growing din of the rain.
The voice was soft at first, singing a gentle melody that held no words or lyrics. As it continued, however, the chill in the air grew stronger and sharper, almost as if the voice was stealing warmth from the crowd’s very flesh. The Deacon looked around with much confusion, unsure of both what was happening and where the singing was coming from. The voice seemed to flow into the elaborate stage area from all around, having as defined a source as the winds that carried it to them.
And then, without warning, it stopped.
The relative silence afterwards was nearly deafening, the only other sound capable of being heard being the relentless downpour of the rain from above. The dark clouds up above roiled and writhed over each other, flashes of lightning beginning to dance within their ebon depths.
Ugh, this is a disaster. None of the performers can work in these conditions, and that strange singing likely ruined the mood. The Deacon thought with a sigh. This breath was soon followed by a rather violent sneeze, the cold, damp air wreaking havoc on his frail, aged form. I should probably just have everyone meet in the dowhall later so we can say our final good-bye to Elvira. *Sigh* I’ll miss the girl, but she’s for a better place now. Looking back to the crowd, the Deacon opened his mouth in preparation to dismiss the crowd. He never got the chance.
From the Deacon’s shadow pounced a monster, seemingly born of unholy light and darkness. The Deacon barely had time to cry out in pain before the Shadow gripped him by the neck with it’s clawed hands and dragged him swiftly into his own shadow, which now began to grow and distort itself as it’s shape stretched across the ground. From within this growing pool of Darkness rose another beast, singing the same melodic song to them as had been ringing out all over. In everyone’s mind rang a silent whisper, that continued to repeat itself over and over.
Why did you do this to me? Why did you forsake me? Why won’t you answer me?
Suddenly, the spreading shadow would burst into a swarm of Shadow creatures surging forward towards the stunned crowd with a cacophony of ear-splitting screeching. The sight of this horde shook the crowd out of its stupor, panic spreading like wildfire they turned to flee en-masse. The guards, having been situated near the edges of the crowds, were unable to approach the threat as the throngs of people pushed past them in the opposing direction, most trying to not get knocled over by the initial rush in the chaos. Near the stage, the Shadows attacked anything that moved, surging like a wave through the people, anyone caught in this initial assault being dragged into the pool of darkness at the feet of the lead creature as she continued to sing her haunting melody.
Laz had been ready to launch his trick once the deacon had stopped speaking, but deep down inside of him, something within him took hold for a moment. Eyes that had been closed in concentration snapped open to reveal pools of dark azura surrounded by a void of blackness. My Devilslayer magic is acting up? But, that could only mean. . . Laz quickly looked back to where the Deacon was, pushing past the others in the crowd in a mad dash to warn him. Unfortunately, he noticed the danger much too late. The Deacon was taken and in his place rose a demon of some sort. Upon seeing it, a flood of information surged into Laz’s mind, nearly overwhelming him as he tried to sort through it all.
In the short amount of time it took for him to gain his bearings, the demon’s Shadows were already upon him, falling upon him in a squirming wave. He didn’t have any time to fight back, much less get out of the way, and at first was being dragged along with all the rest into the black pit beneath the Demon’s floating form. However, as the clump of demonic thralls that carried him approached the edge of the pool, a pillar of Hellfire suddenly engulf them, easily turning them all to dust on the wind. Laz picked himself off the ground, his appearance having changed with the activation of his Devilslayer magic. The Demon ceased in her singing to look down at the one who had come to challenge her, raising a clawed hand out in his direction. The pool beneath her bubbled and frothed violently as it spat out another torrent of Shadows, some of which joined the others in circling Laz while the rest made their way back towards the ground, seeking to drag off even more innocents for their dark mistress, seeming to prefer t using non-lethal methods of attack.
The shadow’s the surrounded Laz, however, were under no such restrictions they surged forward as one, seeking to tear him to shreds with both tooth and claw. However, each wave that spawned from the pool was to be rebuffed as Laz let loose a number of explosive attacks, taking out dozens of the thralls with each attack due to their relatively frail bodies. However, what they lacked in durability, they made up for in ferocity and numbers, as every time one was slain, three seemed to take it’s place, and Laz soon realized it’d be impossible to hold them back forever. There were simply just too many of them, and that damn demon was the source. However, with it taking everything he had just to fight off the hordes that surrounded him, he dared not chance an attack at her till he was sure he wouldn’t be torn to shreds by the thralls the moment he dropped his defenses.
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