Wraithblade6

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@supertinyking

Mithais cried out in mortal agony as Alucard's hand punctured right through him, releasing his royal blood directly into his heart. There was no hope of resisting it, the blood had him. It seeped immediately into his core, already changing him, bringing with it power, memories, and domination. Vampire blood just worked that way. Perhaps it would have been better if Alucard had just killed him, because now, he could do anything he wanted with him. Furious with his helplessness, grieving for the loss of his own self control, Mithias feared the curse that had been laid upon him, even as his world began to blacken. As he passed out, he hoped that maybe, just maybe, if he was lucky, he wouldn't wake up.

Denial refused to manifest however, and Mithias awoke to find himself once gain sopping wet with seawater, on a hard floor in someother very strange place. The lights blurred his vision, and he saw structures around him that looked like metal trees. Where was he? Memories of what had just happened came rushing to his consciousness as he began to sort out what was real and what was a dream, and unfortunately, none if it had been a dream. His body trembled as he tried to move, and he realized that he had been left in a very weakened state. The thirst that drove his kind immediately rose up and grabbed him by the throat. Blood... oh so close to him. All his being was instantly focused on it.

Martin could see that what lay before him was the most curious thing. A vampire, unconscious, alone in the ocean, and wearing a black colored uniform that bore an Imperial emblem on the left front, just above a terrible hole over the heart where it had been damaged somehow. The vampire's chest had apparently healed, but certainly it had been either lucky or powerful to have survived such a wound. There was also this black mark upon its otherwise pristine white skin...

A bolt of terror shot through Martin as the vampire suddenly lunged at him from the floor. Its' white claws stopped only inches from Martin's neck-vein as the robots around Mithias instantly grabbed and restrained him. The vampire's eyes glowed a deadly red, radiant with the magic that fueled and animated a dead corpse. The vampire spoke weakly as it fell into the robot's arms, staring at Martin with ravenous hunger. "Blood... I need blood." Not much else was on its' mind.

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@Flamelord I personally wish youd stay, but I understand if you have no interest.

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@Savato hey man you back?

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@Gentlemanvaultboy@supertinyking@thewizardguy

The young necromancer was, as usual, frowning. Damien held aloft a rosary made of bone and sinew, yet seemed to find no spiritual response. Disappointed, he glanced at Ozo with growing concern. He could tell something was still irking and haunting the ungainly fishlike creature. He heard Firebrand's news of the knight and the large mushroom, yet didn't appear to make any decision on it.

Damien glared daggers at the location where the unseen entity was harassing Ozo. No, he could not see the eye of the ancient deity with his human eyes, but he knew... a necromancer just knew. "I've had enough of this haughty, willful presence." Damien took a stick and began tracing a circle around them in the sand. "Step inside, unless you fear you have any conflict with the God of Law." Hiding a sadistic grin under his hood, he let Ozo and Firebrand decide if they were willing to offer their obedience to Asmodeus or not. Only the worthy were rewarded by their masters in Hell, and the worthy, made their own decisions.

He finished the circle with a pentagram on the inside and stood in the center, glaring askance at the others so that they did not marr the lines he had just drawn as they entered the circle. Satisfied, he crossed his wrists in front of him and stated his prayer. The words he spoke were in a language unfamiliar to Ozo, but to Firebrand it was fairly accurately recited Infernal. Damien was calling Asmodeus' sight to this place, inviting his attention upon them, as the great god wills it, of course. As the most powerful deity, Asmodeus would have the wherewithal to oust any other spiritual force from that circle and from those that were now HIS by being there. Whatever forces and magics, particularly diving or spiritual, would be dissipated.

Damien opened his arms and bowed. "It is done. We should be able to move about peacefully now. My lord demon, I will follow you. I would offer myself to be carried, but our new ally would certainly be left behind, and I do not yet know what part he is to play in the master's plans. If you would but give me a moment, I must take one further precaution."

Knowing he was a weak and still flesh and blood human, Damien had to work extra to bother preserving his own life. It was a chore, yes, and one that he would rather have been rid of, but he did not yet have the means nor the approval to become a lich. So he had to work.

Raising his arms again, his eyes reverting to a softly glowing ghostly white, Damien summoned a terrifying subject, a large, floating spectral wraith with a scythe, from within the circle. The air dimmed and grew cold around them as it appeared. Its very presence sparked an instinctual fear to run away... least your soul be eaten by it. Yet none of them ran. Fortunately, It seemed bound to Damien's will and wasn't going to harm them, but oh the look in its undead eyes screamed that it wanted to.

"We're not exactly friends, now are we?" Damien said to himself about the wraith as he ordered it to take invisible form. The horrifying thing opened its skeletal jaw as if to roar in protest, but only a chilled wind blew instead as it vanished. ... The air was still cold around them, and it was unnerving as hell not knowing exactly where that thing was. God help them if Damien lost control of it.

"Now we may go." And Damien started walking.

Blood Compact No More-CLOSED-3 months

@Eviledd1984 I think if you want to be a bad guy type, you should have your vampire be allied with Dracula. He would be interested in taking over the world, etc.

Blood Compact No More-CLOSED-3 months

Seeing what was happening to Piper, Mithias couldn't believe how easy it was going to be. He watched her claw at the walls until she should escape Violet's house. His eyes lit up. "Excuse me lords and ladies. Opportunity calls." With supernatural speed, he chased after her, following her in the darkness without her even realizing it until he came to Dracula's current position. Piper had led Mithias right to the vampire in question, and Mithias was going to thoroughly stake out the place.

Clothed in black, he kept to the shadows just close enough to the base/encampment/castle/rape-dungeon/whatever Dracula's army was staying in, and watched. (@Wick would you mind describing the area for us?)

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@thewizardguy

https://youtu.be/Y0FT-5JLCAY

"What is that other creature?"

"A xeno. Has never been encountered before. Appears to exist by a form of energy manipulation."

"Are we recording thier conversation? ... Wait, what the hell is he doing with his arm?"

The lights dimmed randomly. It was apparent that Alucard's energy drain was affecting them as well. Mithias stood in the middle of the control room staring unflinchingly out the front. He could hear every word Alucard said, like he was right next to him, and unlike the others, he could acutely feel with his own senses the unimaginable energy Alucard was manipulating. It was beyond astonishing.

"The creature's gone!"

"Commander, he was teleported... half way around the planet. The energy used was twice what would be expected. Alucard did something else to him as well."

A herald of eight, a master's rebirth, and some kind of contribution made by the strange xeno, a war? There was so much more yet unrevealed. This mission had only begun to scratch the surface of understanding what it would take to save this world, and there was so little time.

All too quickly, with Xelrath vanished, Alucard had naught left to focus on but the Imperial cruiser. His glare belied death itself and shook Mithias to the core as he beheld it. For the first time in a long time, Mithias felt like the chances of being about to die were greater than the chances of survival. He swallowed hard, bracing himself for whatever moves he might have to make and an end that would undoubtedly be painful.

Without further adieu, Alucard pointed that weird arm of his at the space cruiser and the whole contstruct began to tremble. Shields streched out and shredded themselves, power failed, stability failed, and marines scrambled to strap themselves down.

"Commander! Should we return fire?"

"All weapons are down!"

Mithias answered, "Lieutenant, that would be a negative!"

The ship was getting royally fucked up, but finally the shaking stopped. Power began to return. Alucard was finished making his point about how powerless Mithias and his company were against him. Mithias looked up again, picking himself up off the deck, as Alucard made his final threat. He was 'putting them out of their misery.' Mithias cursed. Time was up, and he couldn't believe it. Whatever had driven him to come here hadn't answered his prayers to become clear before they all died. What the hell was it then?! What was this rediculous gut-feeling he had that told him Alucard wouldn't kill them? Because it was wrong! Had there been some good to Alucard, some inkling of regret, or had that all been merely wishful thinking? Where had he remembered Alucard from? Because he needed to figure it out right now.

Mithias's heart raced, if it could have raced, and he held up a hand as if Alucard could see him within the ship. "Alucard, wait! Listen, you don't want to...." But it was too late. His pleas fell on deaf, dead, ears.

A lightning-fast line of purple energy shot through the split-center of the vessel sparking a white-hot glow where it had cut through the solid metal hull and other internal structures. Mithias deaftly stepped back with his right foot and turned to the side just enough that the Jigen Tou attack split the tips of his hair in its wake inches beside him. That attack... Mithias did recognize it. In fact, knowing what it was and what was coming, even on a subconscious level, had forwarned him to side-step in time to save his life, or limb. But it sent him into a spiral of vague recollection that cost critical, precious moments.

The ship was severed perfectly. It took a total of 3 whole seconds before the two halves began to fall apart to the sides. The fractured engines exploded in the back of the ship, hardly causing any movement of the two weighty halves, and debri from inside fell loose and rained down to the waters below. Space marines fell, unable to even fight on the way to their deaths. Many attempted to cling to something, for any last fighting chance they might take a Tyrannid or two down with them.

Mithias was frozen. As the floor fell out from beneath him, he was still frozen, suspended mid-air by his own telekinesis. In his mind, out of desperation, he was in another place.

A father in red, fighting to save an unconscious child, his father... A monster with wings of flame attacking from above, a purple blade in his own hand as he moved to attack the monster. He heard his own voice call out the same technique as Alucard had, and he remembered himself using the dimensional tear to transport himself to a position behind the monster, as if his body and the weapon were one. Death imminent, a beloved friend, a soulmate, appearing to sacrifice himself to save him... That was the one who had taught him the technique.

Mithias snapped back to reality, the ship halves were still just beginning to fall on either side of him. Quickly, instinctively, and with no forethought whatsoever, Mithias telekinetically grabbed them and strained with all his mental might. A name came to him, the same name that he had almost called out before when he had first seen Alucard. He called it again, unknowingly, hoping for aid, for help, against all probability.

Barely, Mithias was holding the two halves of the 200 meter long ship suspended in air above the churning whirlpool. The marines that hung on were still inside, just realizing that they were no longer falling. Mithias' eyes glowed red and he bore his fangs. He was using all his telekinetic power to accomplish this feat, and clearly he wasn't going to hold out for long. On the broken ship, Dave rallied the troops and ordered them to escape pods and whatever else they could use to attempt to board the platform below.

Seeing their feed dangled in front of their waiting mouths tauntingly, the Tyrannid below became angry. Those that could fly flew up in a swarm, while other climbed out atop each other from the water, forming a gaint arm of 'nids that reached up and attached itself to one of the ship halves. No longer warded by shields and an intact hull, they were boarding the ship in droves, adding weight, and eventually, Mithias lost control. The remains of the Imperial cruiser came crashing down into the infested waters, one right before the other. "No!" Mithias screamed, hating what was happening, hating how he couldn't deny it, and hating that it was all his fault.

Half falling, and half stumbling, Mithias landed himself on the platform. He had failed miserably, and the pain of that regret stabbed him deeper than any weapon. All those space marines, Vulkan, they had trusted him and look what he had done. He had wasted their efforts, their hopes, and now he was alone and surrounded by the enemy. Everything they had given him had been wasted. How could he have been so stupid? He pounded a fist against the twisted platform wishing he could have kicked himself or worse.

Dave... Mithias focused and suddenly realized Dave was on the platform not far from him with a small squadron of survivors. The Tyrannid were attacking them relentlessly as they struggled to maintain formation. He got up and ran toward them, drawing his blades. "Tsukune!" Mithias began cutting through and TK-throwing Tyrannids off his allies as quickly as possible, trying to get to them, but the waves were endless. "Stop! Let them go! They are innnocent. I brought them here. It was my order!" The scent of human blood was making Mithias salivate and that fact was sickening. But the giant alien insects kept coming, until Mithias had the displeasure of seeing every last space marine dead. Even Dave had his head bitten off, leaving Mithias truly, utterly alone. At that point, the creatures relented and backed off. His punishment had been harsh, and Mithias was left shaking.

Mentally and emotionally shredded, Mithias stood panting and faced Alucard. No one was there to help him, and without them, he knew, he had no chance. Keith was probably fish food somewhere beneath this platform. Where was his Alliance? The Conablum Labs? The Goa'uld? Mithias would even take some dog-man in a robot suit at this point, but even altogether, would they actually have a chance?

Reluctantly, defeated, Mithias dropped to a knee... Nobody knows what was said next.

Reluctantly, defeated, Mithias dropped to a knee. "You're right. I came here voluntarily, but if you want to know the truth, I didn't come here to kill you. I remember you now. Your name, is Tsukune, and you are indeed the king of vampires. There was a time, and a place, eternities ago, when you and I were one. You taught me that technique of yours, because we were soul-bonded. You loved me, and you gave your life for me. What hurts me most now, more than the blood of a hundred brothers on my hands or the fact that I'm about to die, is that when I am dead, I will not be able to save you. I will have failed to repay you for the life you gave for me. Now that I remember this, I realize why all this time I wanted nothing more than to submit to you. Will you not remember, as I have? Will you not tell me who defeated you that you came to be here, herald of this master? If there is to be any hope of saving you from him, then you must believe me that you do not belong to him, and you mustn't kill me now." Alone as he was, this was all Mithias had to offer the fates for his life. What would this Tsukune decide?

Blood Compact No More-CLOSED-3 months

@Eviledd1984 I would assume so. Got a character in mind?

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

Ironically, I asked to see the next day, and will now not live to see it.

HCL V: insert witty title here

I'm sorry you weren't happy, @Luna.