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HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@supertinyking
Bahamut raised an eyebrow, smiling as fire surrounded him. Faced with a strong opponent, he subconsciously heated up, his anticipation literally burning around him. "Yo Cosmos, this dude looks crazy strong. You think he'll put up a fight? Please tell me he's as strong as he looks."

Cosmos raises an eyebrow, a single bead of sweat running down his forehead. "I estimate his strength to be somwhere between 'f*ck this shit' and 'I'm out'." He then proceed to back away.

"So that's a yes, right? Damn, it's been a while since I had a good fight. Fighting that wire creature was no good, all it did was limit me." The Dragon Emperor chuckles, as he moves forward, only to be spontaneously and unceremoniously blasted aside by a pillar of darkness.

Kihaku steps forward, still in Nathan's transformed body. "I think I'll deal with this. Bahamut, I'll call you if I need assistance. Void, if things get heated, do your thing." Two scythes of pure darkness form in Kihaku's hands, as a green glowing energy forms at their edge. A merging of Nathan's Kishin/demon powers and Kihaku's Soular abilities, the physical manifestation of Soular Energy into heat and light. Twisted by Kihau's own nature, this power seemed to manifest a void, an energy-draining green void that would devour the souls of those it touched. "Cosmos, stand back. I'm getting personal on this one. If you interfere, I won't hesitate to kill you."

Fully aware of the truth behind the threat, Cosmos nodded and hovered back. They would see this duel out. If Logar was too much for Kihaku to handle, Void and Bahamut would interfere. But it was clear that ihaku was not prepared to stand Cosmos' interference.

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@supertinyking
((That... sounds pretty much like what I described....))
Lacking any form of psychic capabilities, there was no way or Alie to have known that those being punished were being tortured for a reason. All she saw was the senseless torture of humans. As well as a large number of other beings she couldn't quite describe. The fellow who approached her would find that she had left long before he could speak, tearing through demons with little effort. She saved the humans, or at least those with enough sanity to wish to escape from the torment. Those whom's minds had been broken beyond repair, or those that had lost their sanity long before even entering this realm, she simply killed. It was a harsh mercy, but it was the best she could do.

If the armoured figure attempted to approach her while she was doing this,he would find a series of spontaneously forming gas-based cannons lining the ground around him with acidic pellets. She would briefly form vocal chords, turning to him "No getting closer. I'm busy with a thing. I'll deal with your shit when I'm done dealing with this shit. Of course, if you want, I could deal with you the easy way." Not waiting for an answer, she would then proceed to attack the demons and free humans, until all humans had been freed or she was forced to attack the armoured figure.

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God damnit, now I almost want to do a musical episode.

If Bob ever gains enough power to start altering reality, I know exactly what's going to happen now.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

The vampire stepped forward, into the crack it had opened in reality itself. A strange purple rift, an object of infinite possibilities. The pathway to finding out who she really was, and where she really came from. And perhaps even to tracking down her mysterious father. And even though she had been warned to remain here, and even with the horrors of the day's battles fresh in her mind, she could not help but imagine what she could do in the wider reaches of reality. She was no longer needed here, her people were safe. And she had never had much here besides her duty, their terrible conditions prevented such luxuries as love and friendship. It was a surprisingly easy decision to abandoned everything she had ever known, and step into a realm where anything was possible.

The first thing that struck her was the heat. The terrible, burning heat, as if she had stuck her face into a campfire. Her skin burned, her hair burned, her entire body was in agony. A lifetime of frozen wastelands had made her extremely resistant to cold, but she had no precedence for the temperatures that were the norm in Ozzy's realm. It was only because her screams fitted in so perfectly with the background choir that she was not immediately noticed and devoured by demons.

Crawling away into a relatively cool crevice, Alice began transforming her body, altering it to be better suited to the superheated environment. A chitinous shield that blocked out the rays, and could not catch fire, and the deactivation of her own body heat. Like some strange cross between a reptile and an insect, with both an internal and external skeleton, formed from layered pentagonal carbon. A modification of one of her toughest combat form, most suited for braving the heat. Still it made her uncomfortable, and she was ill at ease among the pools of liquid metal and rock. But no longer did it harm her.

Next was to find some frame of reference. She could hear screams, hundreds of them, indicating that somewhere some form of torture was being performed. She struggled towards that location, as much out of curiosity as out of some heroic notion. What she found was beyond her wildest dreams, a scene of such horrendous mutilation that it could not be put to words. The damned, ripped to pieces and put back together again, their skin torn from them only to be stapeled back on. It was a sickening panorama, ripped straight from a nightmare.

Raised by a pragmatic people, under constant threat of annihilation, Alice only had one real response to this otherworldly horror. She jumped down, screeching, large bladed claws extending from her hands. She tore into the surprised demons, who had not expected to be challenged here on their home turf. Blades, claws and fireballs bounced off her exoskeleton, a second pair of arms assisting in her slaughter. Her legs morphed into thoe of a cricket, launching her across the battlefield at high speeds. Like a vicious, animalistic blur of blades she tore across the scene, slaughtering those whom's existence she could not accept.

Had the rest of Hell not been busy protecting Ozzy, she might have been swarmed by the demon hordes. But as it was, the torture demons barely stood a chance against her tireless assault.

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Anor Londo lay in ruins. It's once great walls and spirals had been toppled, it's guardians slaughtered, it's Gods brought to ruin. None survived the onslaught of the Omegans, and with the destruction of the Curse of the Undead, all hope was lost to the realm. Solaire had fought to the best of his abilities, but he was no match for the combined might of the Omegans. In the end, they had not even deemed him a threat, leaving him alive, if wounded, in Blighttown. The great dragon that had attacked voidwalker had either been destroyed or had escaped. Voidwalker had simply nuked it's hiding place, and never found a body. Nobody remained to protect the First Flame, and with it, one of the final Seals of Omega.

Cosmos walked forward, flanked by Kihaku and Void. Bahamut stood over the body of Gwyn, weighing the Sun God's sword in his hands. Ever since he had broken his previous sword on the wire creature, he had been stuck using inferior weaponry. But the weapon of this god glowed with fiery power, and he had taken a lking to it. The wire creature itself had left the vicinity, drawn away by some other conflict. It did not matter. Nothing did, besides the fact that the Omegans were one step closer to victory.

Raising his hands, Cosmos reached deep into the complex enchantmants that held the Seal closed. Like puzzle pieces, he slotted in the souls of the Lords, creating and altering the arcane connections, working his way through layer after layer of arcane protection. Genocide would have been able to do it more quickly, but they would have to do without him. In mere moments, the Seal would be released. And then only two Seals would remain between them and victory.

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@Luna hi Luna

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@ShadowVentus
That was supposed to be anor londo,but whatever, I'll just roll with it.

Next up, omegans in London!

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@ShadowVentus
Omegans be destroying anor London, you could show up there.

Blood Compact (Open!)

Kami was smashed, beaten, bruised. No mortal being could hav withstood the punishment being delivered upon him, and yet he was far from dead. His brain reformed from the blood and gore, his muscles knitted themselves back together, his bones fused once more into their original form. His face rebuilt itself even as the minor damage dealt to his body by the rubble repaired itself. His acidic blood once more pumped through his veins, pressurized beyond any human norm. Perhaps his greatest defense, causing any wound inflicted to him to spray his attacker with liquid fire.

With the tremendous strength of an oldbood, the vampire fought it's way upwards through the rubble, pushng aside large boulders and steel beams to crawl to the top. The lack of air might have suffocated another being, but he was no other being. The burning in his chest, the blazing strikes of the rock like a hammer against his face, the continuous clawing at is skin and bones. They had been but the bite of a maggot compared to the fire he had emerged from. And now, he was freed from his tribulation. Emerging once more into the world, wreathed in his own sins, armed with only his dark devotion.

He emerged from the ground, fully reformed, ready to continue. He showed no sign of tiring, no sign of weakening, no sign even of having been damaged. As such was the true power of the vampire. The strength of an eternity, to outdo all others in time. For as they wasted movement and breath to face him, each beat of their heart brought them a second closer to their inevitable doom. They might flee, they might fight, but in the end, but one thing was certain. They were but breaths upon the wind of time, a string in the infinite lattice of life. He was the knife that cut, the eternal force of reckoning that would purge evil from this world. When they were long gone, he would remain.

His original prey appeared to have fled. He could track them, of course. Their scent was easily followed, even in the rain. However, he did not have time for such things. He would need to regain his full strengt. Once more he would become the face of slaughter. Once more, he would become the father of death.

Walking across the corpses, he dragged a fledgeling from the ground. Ripped apart, unable to die, he put it out of it's misery. He drained the poor creature dry, adding it's sin to his own. He did as such for some short time, finishing off those few that survived, torn and broken, among the rubble. Then, he once more donned his armour, the fiery torture once more embracing him. The blood in his veins burned away, his vision blurred, and he screamed silently within this self-imposed agony.

The armour-clad warrior strode away from the battlefield, ready to once more gather his troops under his command.

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@supertinyking
Awesome. I'm glad to see things are going well over here.

Dropped a post for Raven, dropped some indicators for the plot to continue when I get back. I think we're assuming Mithias eventually leaves Tsubasa and meets up with Raven. Ima chat with Wraith to give her the information she might otherwise have missed.