Wraithblade6

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@thewizardguy

Having rolled through the cupcakes and skidded to a halt in front of the parked Imperial ship, Mithias quickly looked back and forth like a cornered rabbit between the strange teenager vampire and the halted horde of venomous aliens behind him. With soaked, corroded blades still raised, a slowly healing wound across his chest, and covered in green and red blood, he panted a few breaths while the air was decent. It appeared the hormogaunts weren't coming any closer, and Mithias could feel the aura that seemed to be holding them at bay. Slowly, he turned his head to the other vampire and lowered his swords.

Frequent confusion was a plague on his immortal life it seemed, as Mithias was always finding himself in worlds he didn't understand and with beings he could never have dreamed of, and the fact that he could not remember who he was or where he had come from made it all the harder to relate. Where was his place supposed to be when he was always a stranger and never fit in? After all this time, he had just given up in searching for it.

But now there stood before him, or rather lounged before him, a being that claimed to be kin, a vampire, clearly, and something about this vampire stabbed Mithias' memory like a razor-sharp dagger. He stood frozen, golden eyes staring, as he scrambled to recall anything he could with a connection to the being he was seeing. Something was there... Something! A name? Ss.. Su... Sue-something, but he knew that wasn't it. It was gone.

The aura was familiar, and his feelings told of a deep connection, deep to the level of his soul. Feelings like elation and reverence came to him, despite the fact that this vampire had just threatened to kill him a moment ago. The urge to drop to a knee was strong. For some reason, his heart innately belonged to this vampire.

One foot stepped forward and Mithias mentally forced himself to remain standing. The effort was visible that he was resisting immediate submission. Could this be the first time that a being with emotional control had been able to sway him?? He furrowed his brow and replied calmly but with conviction, "I am nobody's servant." He stepped forward again, his resolve strengthened by his own words. He had no reason to withhold his name, which was the one thing he had retained throuout time, and perhaps giving it would provide more insight on who this person was. "My name is Mithias. Have we met?"

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@thewizardguy@supertinyking@Nightknight@Absolis

A jolt of panic still running through his veins, Damien felt the grip of Firebrand's feet around his shoulders and was rescued from a bone-crushing death. He watched in a mix of both horror and intrigue as the rooftop accellerated downward away from him. It was like the building had jumped off of him instead of the usual vice versa. The sound was deafening as it collapsed on its own rubble and a thick cloud of smoke and dust bilolowed up rapidly. Firebrand moved away accordingly and had another demon to bestow his powerful amulet around Damien's neck. The necromancer gave no resistance, having jsut had his life saved, although the symbolism of collaring him did not escape his notice.

Instantly, he felt the firey warmth of the claw talisman affect him. The feeling was familiar, akin to the infernal, and welcomed by his darkened heart. Firebrand gave him free license to make use of the talisman's power, and that is exactly what Damien would do.

The red light on Enki was reaching its maximum, and Damien quickly realized it was a weapon of mass destruction charging up. The only way to survive now was to avoid being caught in its blast, but neither flying nor falling at that very moment could've escaped its range. A bead of sweat dropped from Damien's brow as he felt the wind of the wing-beats of the demon above him. This demon had seen what he could do with his necromantic magic and had given him his trust, not by any coersion, but by its own free will. He wasn't going to let that victory be lost now.

Grabbing onto Firebrand's feet, Damien drew on the power of the talisman to empower his ability and shifted both himself and his flying ally into the spectral plane. Outwardly, it would have looked like the two beings simply vanished a second before the laser cannon went off. Inside the shadowy realm, Firebrand and Damien would watch in a sort of slow motion as the laser blast shot right through them, or where they had been, then went awry in its course behind them.

Before Viral had been blasted off the side of the office tower, Damien had placed one final spell upon him, a curse, a hex. He had done it as a precaution, incase Viral had any kind of resistance to his sickness and fear spells, and now such precaution would show its worth. The curse would ruin Viral's aim, causing him to suffer a high miss chance with every attack he made. The tank he had thrown with Enki hadn't crushed Mortanius, and the laser blast managed to barely wiff on catching any of the other heros. Oh sure, it destroyed buildings and carved a swath of hellscape on part of the city, but Oso, Cyano, Morty, and any other important, plot-armored PC's not heretofore mentioned, somehow lived.

Damien and Firebrand re-materialized behind Enki as they exited Damien's spectral death-plane together, in spell casting range, and they were safely on the ground.

"...I am here to show them their place. Any who wish to follow me are free to. I am in need of troops..."

Just as Viral sat back in his chair, confident about the terror he had inflicted with his mech's laser canon, he began to feel something wrong. His vision began to darken, and the familiar sensation of death-magic ws upon him. Then, he lost all sight completely. Panic ensued.

Damien chuckled darkly. "Heh heh. You are in need of troops? Bah. This world does not belong to you, Viral. It doesn't belong to any of us. This world languishes since the dawn of existance, since its damnnation by chaos. It awaits the return of The First who has promised to cleanse and reclaim it. You are a stray dog who knows nothing of the truth. You ARE nothing." Damien signaled to Firebrand and the others to get ready to tear Viral apart.

Hundreds of skeletal arms reached out of the ground centered around Damien, grabbing the legs of any remaining enemy troops, clawing at them and incapacitating them as he continued to taunt Viral. "All who stand in His way will fall, as it is fortold. You will not defeat me, because He commands me and He is the strongest. Your army has fallen, and you unfortunately, cannot command the dead, so... Submit, Viral, or I will will make your last moments very painful." Damien grinned from the ground somewhere around Enki.

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

Yeah no worries... *cough*

I'll post tomorrow.

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

Mithias was already on his feet with swords drawn when the center of the room ultimately exploded, tossing him aside. There was no way he could have anticipated such an attack, even with his supernatural perceptions. His first thought was that the Outliners had used some sort of weird, ghoul, kaja-hooi shit to sucker-punched them all right in the face. He was furious. He had no knowledge of Tyrannid, or races like them, and so had no concept of what was inside that massive, disgusting pod. All Mithias knew was that battle had begun, and he had to be ready to react to anything. As he got up, he felt the touch of a hand on his shoulder and instinctively flinched and threw it off. Having lost his grip on Mithias, Keith was only able to pull Argonious into his protected shadow realm.

The tentacled creature burst out of its shell, quickly melting people with its goo. Wisely, Mithias stepped back and realized he had to hold his breath. The caustic fumes and spatter were potentially lethal, even for him if he were exposed to enough of it. he had no idea how to approach this monster, or even if he should, but there was no one around to seek guidance from, he was technically surrounded by enemies. They all were. Could this meeting really not have been a setup from the start?

Thankfully, yet suspiciously, the Imperial general proved himself very capable of destroying the monster and did so. As its burn-out form smoldered into ashes before them, Mithias exclaimed accusingly at Kaldor, "'Planet-wide evacuation??' Is that really necessary?!" Mithias shook his head in fury and confusion, sputtering from having forgotten already NOT to breathe. He glanced at the others who appeared to have been struggling similarly. Keith's clones began to appear, and it became clear the attack was not over. Similar, dog-like monsters were now running around, attacking people.

How could this have happened? What were these creatures, and why did they suddenly appear exactly here, at this crucial moment? Mithias' quick wit put the pieces together for him... It was a betrayal by the Imperium of Man. It had to be. They must've summoned a threat that they knew their enemies couldn't contend with, and yet one that they apparently could handle just fine. What easier way would there be to claim Arcadia? Simply wipe out your enemies with a "disease" of sorts, then come back later to a world ready for cleansing, and all the while, they would look like heroes. It was laughably simple.

Mithias wasn't going to have any part of this. With Keith and Argonious safe, he had no moral obligation to remain there. Self-preservation could be pursued with no holds barred. He'd have to find a way to deal with these foul monsters as well as the other factions, but that could all be worked out later. He made a dash for the edge of the platform only to be met with one of the large dog-beasts. He slashed, and his sword skid off the armor. The damn thing was plated, and fast. It swiped at him, and he dodged, only for it to leap with the weight of its body on top of him. A telekinetic blast threw the thing aside, but not before a long claw had reached far enough to tear into Mithias' chest.

Mithias shouted, yet the pain was brief in his adrenaline-fueled state. The creature was back up and charging again like some kind of rabid machine. This time, he lifted it, and burned it from the inside with his pyrokinesis much like Kaldor had. The only problem was, this method of killing these creatures was slow, and there were more coming by the second.

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

I'm gonna wait for Nightknight and give others a chance to do stuff before I wing any more magic.

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@thewizardguy@Gentlemanvaultboy@Nightknight@supertinyking

Damien couldn't help but stifle the cruel grin which flickered onto his face. Viral had been so easily taken off guard by even the simplest necromantic spells. Seeing their macho assailent crippled with sickness and dread, the strange mage and the fire-breathing demon were quickly inspired to revolt. Submission had never been their heart's desire, survival had. But, much like in Hell, survival meant obedience to a heirarchy of power... until that power faltered.

Viral was cast from the side of the building, and Damien lowered his hand. Perhaps now he could make the acquaintence of the several, competent beings atop the human-built edifice. "Excellent. Now, where were we? I am Damien..."

From somewhere down below, an unexpected shouting came up, "Allow me to show you your folly! I am Viral, representative of Lord Genome and the Spiral Empire! All who disobey will be erased from existence!"

"Bloody Hells..." Damien cursed in a harsh whisper as he turned to face the side Viral had fallen from. What force of will was this? The fact that this life-encumbered creature could garner enough rage and willpower to resist his own magic was frankly disturbing. Damien was moderately surprised, but no less determined to dominate this unbridled animal. His brow furrowed darkly, and he mentally prepared the barrage of agony he would inflict upon Viral next.

The giant robot, flew up, then down, and although he couldn't see it happen, Damien felt the shockwave from Enki kicking the building apart with his feet. A soft gasp escaped him as he felt the roof below him begin to accellerate downward. He was falling! There was no way he would be able to teleport fast enough.

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

@AdobeFlash@Wraithblade6

"Did you hear that?" It was a legitimate question. Mithias never knew if anyone else around him had hearing as good as his. Something was odd about the sound. It was irregular, like someone falling down a staircase.

"Pardon me." Mithias moved somewhat swiftly and left Markiel's room. There was no need for blurring speed, at least not yet. He moved down the floors until he came to a body, which he immediately recognized as Atlas.

Placing a hand on his ally's shoulder, Mithias turned him over. Clearly he was in shit shape, and Mithias had no idea what he had gone through. He smelled strange, and at least one of his eyes was pretty fucked up. He picked him up and carried him out to the couch.

Setting him down carefully, Mithias spoke his thoughts, "He's been through something rather painful it seems. Who could have done this to him? Markiel. Is Seph still here? Is anyone else in the building?"

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

@Austronaut ok, but what happened to Atlas?

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

As they were speaking, those on the office tower would feel something change in the air, some magic spell had been cast, yet they wouldn't realize what exactly was happening until guns began fireing below. Looking down, they could see that Viral's army was being attacked yet again. Anything on the ground that hadn't been undead before, was undead now and causing a massive waste of ammo and men.

But that wasn't all that happened. Without realizing where it was coming from, Viral himself would feel an assault on his senses. An unexplained fear rose up inside of him first, causing his heart to pound and his fur to stand on end. The annoying emotional manipulation would make his movements jittery, his impulses strong, and would probably piss him off.

A flash of blackness caught out of the corner of everyone's eyes would reveal the arrival of a new being, a human, presumably, who appeared to be responsible for this fear-attack. His face was clean, innocent, and youthful, despite the wrinkle between his narrowed black brows. He wore black robes with a hood like a sorcerer, but a carved red pentagram and skull at his side revealed he was something else.

Damien glared at Viral with cold, solid white eyes and pointed a contorted hand in his direction. The giant mech suit that surrounded the living beast within could not stop the effects of the spell, and Viral then began to feel sharply increasing, crippling nausea. With the mercenary general weakened and at a loss for control of his own senses, Damien stepped forth and spoke to the others while keeping a hold of Viral in his spell. "Don't be so quick to submit to the likes of this robotic mutt, my demon friend. I watched you defeat that snake-worshipping fool, that paltry excuse for a necromancer. His god was weak, and I found his display quite insulting. I would thank you for the service of killing him." Damien raised his other hand and cast some other spell on top of Viral, the affects of which would not be known yet. "I would not see this braggart in a machine dare to insult you and take advantage of you after your battle. No. By the might of Asmodeus, this is where the tides will be turned." Hopefully, he could inspire Mortanias and Firebrand to resist succumbing to this obscene warlord.

Damien grinned and he felt his magic flow through him. "Come now Viral. How much of a threat can you be while you're still living?"

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}