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Post by Raven Von Winter on Dec 27, 2006 22:22:00 GMT -5
*Raven had just finished up in Kyrtos and was now on the island of Azia, the territory of Damian Thakis. She had just fought with the demon Cyrax. She'd killed him twice, well killed clones of him. That was one of the reasons why she wanted to speak with Damian. She needed to know how many clones Cyrax had. She needed to know if she had killed the real thing, if she hadn't then she'd be after him once again. Her second reason for being on Azia was to kill Damian. It was rumored that he was the most powerful demon, and she would be the last one to see him alive. Once Damian and Cyrax were dead, she would go after the lesser demons. Without their leaders, they would be easy to kill. Oh....they were so much fun to hunt and kill....*
*As soon as she stepped foot on the island, she sensed Damian immediately and felt her hatred for the demon kind raise to the surface. Her eyes changed to a glowing red with hints of purple thanks to Cyrax's blood which ran through her veins. Damian was sure to notice the little detail. Well, she'd just have to add to her collection of demon blood, maybe she'd gain a power trait from this demon if she drank from him. She'd try if he gave her the chance.*
*If Raven was able to sense Damian, then it was sure that he'd sense her, so she didn't have to move closer, just call out to him, taunting him to come to her.*
"Oh Damian....."
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Post by Uriel Bernardo on Dec 27, 2006 22:40:59 GMT -5
Just as Raven sensed him, Damian sensed her, and had been waiting for her arrival at his island. Damian’s obsession with defeating Cyrax was so deep, that he was always well aware of his former masters position in this world. After Raven had drank his blood, he now could sense her every movement, because his blood was now mingled with her own. Her voice echoed in the still air, and it was taunting, which made a grin service on the facial expression of the Dark Master. This woman may be ancient, but she was digging herself a deep grave by coming to Damian’s island alone. Damian didn’t kill for power, or greed really, unless of course it gained him something magical… However, self-defense was the only other time he found reason to kill…
[Maroon] “Taunting someone on their own property… Is that really a wise choice, Deianeira? Here I allow you to land on my island without repercussions, and you’re already making me rethink my decision… I suppose senile decisions kick in after you age more than a millennia…”[/Maroon]
Stepping from the shadows of the abandoned guard house, Damian slowly approached Raven. His arms were crossed at chest level, clearly indicating he wasn’t planning anything hostile against Raven, for the time being. He referred to the vampire temptress before him by her human name, just as he still went by his. Why some people changed their name after becoming demon or vampire was beyond him.
Damian stopped a few feet in front of Raven, nodding his head courteously towards her. Whether this gesture was mocking, or entirely polite, would go undetermined, as the expression on Damian’s face remained neutral. He’d just met with the Dragon King Smite, in his throne room, only moments before he’d sensed Raven’s imminent arrival at his island. A visit from two powerful beings in one day? Something must be really brewing…
[Maroon]“I could probably guess what has brought you to my island, but I’ll wait for you to tell me… You know what they say about assumptions…”[/Maroon]
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Post by Raven Von Winter on Dec 27, 2006 23:31:26 GMT -5
*Raven watched in amusement as Damian stepped from the shadows. She wasn't afraid of him, she wasn't afraid of anyone really. She also didn't know if he was just being polite, or if he was plain stupid. Raven was on his land, and he was coming to her at her call. Cyrax at least had a servent meet with her and lead her down into Cyrax's crypt. Damian came himself, out in the open. Of course he probably had backup hiding in the shadows, it would be idiotic if he didn't. He obviously knew about her encounter with the other demon, so he probably wouldnt be surprised by her question.*
"I assume you know of my hatred for your kind, and my attempts to kill Cyrax. This we do have in common, our desire to see him dead. Apparantly I've done you a service in killing him...twice."
*Raven paused for a second, wondering if and how Damian could possibly twist her question into something that would benefit him, but it wouldnt work.*
"I don't think I've ever asked a demon for anything, but I'm about to ask you something now. If you don't answer me, then fine, I'll kill you anyway. It would definately be in your best interest to answer me, it might prolong your life."
*Raven slowly stepped closer to Damian, keeping her eyes locked on his, grinning seductively. She wasn't sure how close he'd let her get to him, but she'd give it a shot. She kept moving closer, and let her hands slide down her body gently. She doubted her womanly charm would work on a demon, but she was a vampire temptress, and he still was a man. Maybe if she distracted him enough, he'd give her a straight answer. She placed a hand on his chest softly and spoke still staring into his eyes.*
"Now, tell me me all about Cyrax and his clones..."
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Post by Uriel Bernardo on Dec 28, 2006 0:25:29 GMT -5
Damian watched Raven and listened to her speak. He could see the determination in her eyes, which held no signs of fear. Intriguing… Damian, by reputation alone, could strike fear and horror into the very souls of some beings, but this vampire temptress wasn’t even the slightest bit worried about her well being. Hearing the comment about Cyrax, Damian’s eyes quickly pulsated a vibrant red, before something strange occurred… he laughed…
[Maroon]“Hahaha!! You didn’t kill Cyrax, Deianeira, you simply defeated a clone or two… If I couldn’t manage to kill him myself, what makes you think you could even dream of claiming his life? That is my privilege, and mine alone.”[/Maroon]
As Damian spoke, his voice changed from soft and flirtatious, almost, to serious and angry. His eyes were now pulsating blood red again, and a strange energy was seething from him, making his demonic robes wave in an unfelt breeze and his hair lift from his face. Who knew that a simple name could cause such a reaction from someone. Hate runs deeper than any other emotion, except for possibly love. As Raven continued on, it was unwise of her to threaten Damian in his current state. In the blink of an eye, his right hand was outstretched, towards her, and the tips of his fingers had small dark orbs, the size of marbles, hovering before them.
From beneath her feet, a black mist engulfed her feet, making movement impossible. She could try and break free of these dark shackles, but the harder she would try, the harder Damian would hold the spell. This incurred no pain to Raven, merely Damian’s way of keeping her away from him. It was no secret, to Damian at least, about what Raven’s profession was nowadays. She was good a manipulating, just like he was, but her style was more… seductive…
[Maroon]“Idle threats, Deianeira, do not intimidate me. If you had the power to kill me, you would have done so years ago. So, you can stop your bluffing and simply ask your question, and you will deal with whether I want to answer it or not. But, either way, I’m not removing those shackles until you ask. I know how you get your way with most creatures, but not with me.”[/Maroon]
A few moments passed, as Raven contemplated her choices available, before she asked the question. After she was done speaking, the black mist holding her in place disappeared, and the energy that was only moments before pouring from Damian, ceased. Crossing his arms once again, Damian almost seemed human, if Raven hadn’t seen him only moments before.
[Maroon]“Cyrax can create two clones, which in turn can each create, at the very most, twenty of their own, but they would lack any fighting capabilities… So, he can essentially have an army of himself, but only three of them can actually fight, and his power is shared among them. You fought the two clones today, not the actual Cyrax.”[/Maroon]
With that said, Damian simply awaited Raven’s reaction. He knew she wouldn’t be pleased to know about not killing the real Cyrax, but Damian never was one for giving false hope. When put in a life or death situation, instincts will carry you more than reassurance from someone. Though Raven had a grudge against demons, Damian himself had no qualm with her, but like most beings in this world, Damian would much rather have her with him than against him. It required too much effort to eliminate all those who weren’t his main target, which was none other than his former master - Cyrax. He would not waste any magic, unless necessary, because Cyrax could strike at any moment.
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Post by Cyrax on Dec 28, 2006 21:02:14 GMT -5
Raven began to feel a sudden calm in the mighty Damian's presence and she totally forgot about one of the main reasons for her visit to Azia. She was here to slay the current Dark Master, no doubt, but she was also seeking information on Cyrax. It seemed she was engulfed by Damian's presence and power, causing her to push the former Master into the back of her mind. That, however, would not be acceptable to Cyrax who always wanted to get all the attention!
"Hmph!" she exclaimed.
The previous calm that she felt began to give way to something else entirely. Instead, the ancient Vampire's veins began to burn with the blood of Cyrax and her eyes started to turn a bright purple!
"Bwahahahahaha!"
From the shadows, behind Raven, Cyrax appeared wielding his famed Cursed Scythe. He had waited a long time for this moment and was more than pleased that Damian came himself to meet with her. That was why Cyrax did not go to the island earlier, he would have had to deal with Damian's minions. He could simply wait for Damian to come alone and then strike!
The dark magician decided to release Raven from his grasp, though he could feel her constant fight against the spell.
"This should be most enjoyable!" he said, followed by another hideous laugh.
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Post by Raven Von Winter on Dec 28, 2006 21:29:38 GMT -5
*Raven was furious that this demon used his powers against her. All she was doing was asking a simple question...granted she was trying to seduce him a little bit... But that didn't matter, he still used his powers against her, to hold her back.*
"Don't you find it a bit rude to use magic on your guests? Expecially ones who haven't posed a threat to you?"
*Raven sneared at Damian, finally glad she was free of his magic. It was then that she felt the pressence...and it was nothing like she'd ever felt before. She knew there was nothing there, but there was something, and she didnt like it. It felt as if there were another being possesing her...but not. She couldn't shake the feeling no matter how hard she tried. She then felt her body stiffen and she lost control. A familiar voice echoed through her head, and it came out through her lips, in her voice, but it wasn't her speaking it. Cyrax!! Her rage burned deep within her as she tried to throw Cyrax out of her body. How could this be happening?? Suddenly he let go, and she felt him appear behind her. Great...just great. Cyrax behind her and Damian in front of her. She was in the middle of two demons who were not to fond of her, or each other for that matter.*
*She stepped back from between the two demons, forming a triangle. Cyrax she would deal with in a moment, but Damian had pissed her off with his magic, so she'd give him a little taste of her own. She prepared her fire attack and directed it towards Damian. Though the magic that shot towards him was not her fire, in fact, it wasnt even her own magic. It was...Cyrax's? The thick purple mist shot through her hand and traveled towards Damian. It surrounded him, trying to choke him. But whether it did or didn't wasn't of any concern to Raven. She looked down at her hands, then back up at Damian, who was fighting off the purple mist. Then she glanced to Cyrax, and he looked almost as confused as she felt.*
"What is going on....?"
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Post by Uriel Bernardo on Dec 28, 2006 21:52:36 GMT -5
To say Damian was dumbfounded by this turn of events would be the understatement of the century. After releasing Raven from his immobilizing spell, Damian expected her to charge him furiously, or at least shout at him, but what she really did surprised him even more. Before his very eyes she underwent a transformation, in mere seconds, from Raven Von Winter to… Cyrax!?
When Raven opened her lips to speak, it was that voice that Damian hated with all that he was, and the only thing that prevented him from snapping, was shock. How was Cyrax speaking through Raven…? A spell, maybe, but Raven seemed to be a strong minded person, able of thwarting any mind control… Then, as if things couldn’t get any stranger, Cyrax himself appeared behind Raven. Oddly enough, Damian wasn’t able to tell if this was a clone, or the real deal, but it mattered little. Raven moved from between the pair, and the trio formed a triangle. Damian looked from Raven to Cyrax, pondering what course of action he should take, but Raven beat him to it.
Having limited knowledge about the vampire temptress, Damian expected her to unleash a series of searing flames at him, considering that was her element of choice, but instead he was shocked to see her use a spell well known to him - Dark Emanations. Surprised that the Vampire was able to use a spell of Cyrax’s, Damian’s reaction to the mist was slower than normal. It infected his lungs and slowly made breathing more labor intensive, until he was able to repel the spell with his own magic. Thrusting his arm outwards, at his sides, the mist vanished immediately after being dispelled. Taking a moment to regain his breathing, Damian looked up to see Raven and Cyrax staring at one another. Flustered by all these sudden events, Damian was unsure of how his voice would sound when he spoke, but he did so anyways.
[Maroon]“So which one of you is going to explain to me what the hell is going on here!?”[/Maroon]
Anger, confusion, shock; nothing that wasn’t to be expected. Crossing his arms at his chest, Damian awaited either one of the beings present to speak. He wasn’t sure why he cared, his instincts told him to eliminate both of his enemies now before they could mount a proper defense, but his curiosity wanted to know how what just happened, happened. Interestingly enough, to him, was that both looked just as confused as he did.
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Post by Cyrax on Dec 28, 2006 22:28:42 GMT -5
There were few things that Cyrax really enjoyed, but watching two of his enemies fighting each other brought happiness to his blackened heart!
"How delightful!"
The dark magician began to laugh, which was typical, and it was followed by blackened smoke from his voided face. However, toward the end of his signature laugh he seemed to pause, cocking his head slightly to the side as if confused.
"Meh?"
Dark Emanations?
Cyrax felt zero drain on his magical power and quickly his genius mind began to make calculations as to how it was possible. Either way, Raven was no 'master' of the magical arts. Therefore, he was not the least bit worried.
"It seems Vampiric scum can not hold back their urges to feed........" he muttered, looking toward Damian while speaking.
Looking back to Raven, he began the assault of insults again. This would probably be right before he annihilated her for using his powers! How dare she!?
"Though, ignorant weaklings are not known for self control....so it makes sense!"
Cyrax was abusing Raven verbally and was clearly pissed that she trashed his dungeon. Not only that, she murdered his pet! How dispicable!
Though he wanted to kill her right there and then, Cyrax could not help but turn again to Damian. He loved the fact that Raven just attacked the Dark Master and that his voice was slightly different due to the poison. Though, the effect on such a powerful being was minimal and began to fade. What did not fade, was Cyrax's sarcasm and the need to aggravate his enemies relentlessly. Well, that and to reveal his master plan which, unfortunately, he would have to make some adjustments to. The current events were not something he had foreseen, which was disturbing in of itself. He could see the three meeting but not what happened from there.
It was most likely clear to all by now that it was a mix of blood that was causing the effects. The question was; what was going to happen due to it?
"The reason i am here, is simple" he said, placing the butt of his scythe on the ground and turning the blade outward.
"I used Raven to lure you out from your little tower!"
Cyrax began to laugh again and it seemed he could not help it. He truly enjoyed his own company!
"I sensed our 'connection' as soon as she drank from my clone" he stated, but was still unclear himself how it happened.
"However, i did not expect this.......girl to be able to wield some of my power."
The dark magician was done playing around. He would kill Raven and then Damian or vice versan, it mattered not. What did matter to the enemy, however, was that 20 Cyrax's appeared to surround them! (Shadow Clones)
"It has been fun, but i have other business to handle!"
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Post by Raven Von Winter on Dec 28, 2006 23:22:43 GMT -5
*This was not happening, she could take on one demon, that was for sure, but two at once...and these two...Cyrax and Damian, the two most powerful. She was good, but she wasn't stupid, and there was no way she could beat them at once. Cyrax seemed to ignore Damian for the moment and he focused on her. She really didn't blame him, she had pissed him off earlier...killing his clones...and his pet. She concealed a silent laugh about the latter. The beast had suffered and she loved it. It proved to Cyrax that she was a force to be reckoned with, and she wasnt afraid to taunt him. It appeared that he wasn't afraid to taunt her either, because he kept throwing verbal insults at her. She turned her eyes from Damian, who had just fought off the Dark Emanations, to Cyrax. He had mentioned that the blood had given him control over her body, and let her use his magic. How long would this last? Because she did NOT want this demon being able to posses her when he wanted to, even if it meant she could use his magic. She refused to be connected to a demon in this way. Raven stared Cyrax down, and well...if looks could kill...*
"You....YOU KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN!!!"
*She wondered why it was so easy for her to drink from him, clone or not, it could still have put up somewhat of a fight. More fire burned in her eyes, and the pure hatred for the demon kind poured out of her.*
"And you call me filth...."
*She spun around quickly to face Damian, finger pointed at him.*
"I'll deal with you in a second."
*She hoped Damian would be to curious about what she was about to do to step in...she really didn't want to try and take them both on at once. She turned back to Cyrax, and almost choked. No...in seconds he had made twenty copies of himself and it was impossible for her to tell which of the clones were the real thing. She sighed and prepared for a fire attack, but this time she concentrated on her fire so her magic didnt get mixed up with Cyrax's. God she hoped it wouldn't last and would somehow go away...*
*She glared at Cyrax, well his clones, scanning them, trying desperately to find the real one, but to no avail. It left her no choice. The fire was already burning inside of her, and she unleashed it. The ground beneath all of the Cyrax clones erupted in flames, not enough to do much damage, to a clone maybe, but not the real thing. But it would startle them all and make them dance around frantically trying to put out the flames.*
*The fire hit, but with an unexpected result...She heard one of the Cyrax's roar in pain, and she figured it was the real one, but she couldn't tell where it came from. But as he roared, she felt a tingle of pain also...a small burning sensation...but...how? She was immune to fire...she was fire! How could this be?? Unless the connection between the demon and the vampire was more than what they originally thought...*
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Post by Uriel Bernardo on Dec 28, 2006 23:36:32 GMT -5
It took a few more moments to recover from the mist that had just about choked him, but Damian managed to regulate his breathing. Damian watched with interest, as the events before him unfolded, and Raven began fighting Cyrax and his clone army. He knew Raven would have to be careful, because he himself was struggling to find the right Cyrax amongst the group of copies. Damian considered helping Raven fight Cyrax, but knew that if the tables were turned, the Vampire wouldn’t think twice about killing him, so why should he help her? At any rate, however, he wanted to get closer. Damian walked a few steps forward, placing himself near Raven, but not too close, incase she found his proximity to her threatening.
At the moment, Raven unleashed her fire attack, managing to hit all the Cyrax’s present, and eliciting a howl of pain from the real Cyrax, which Damian just barely managed to see. However, that was not what caught his interest. An almost inaudible gasp escaped the lips of Raven, which caused Daman too look over at her. Was she in… pain? But, how, and why…? Things were beginning to get even more unusual the longer the trio were together. What could possibly be next?
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Post by Raven Von Winter on Dec 29, 2006 0:56:52 GMT -5
*Raven could feel Damian moving closer to her, but he didn't do anything, just watched her torch Cyrax's clones. She was convinced that the connection betwen the demon and herself was dangerous...for both of them. She had never drank demon blood before and didn't realize it would have this effect on her. She didn't like it one little bit. There had to be a way to get rid of it...had to be! She couldn't go on living life connected to a demon she couldnt kill! If her own magic hurt her when it hurt him, then there was something majorly wrong, and she needed to break the connection. Her eyes frantically scanned the area and settled on Damian. Damian! Another demon...maybe...just maybe if she drank from him, the connection with Cyrax would be broken and she would be free. She didn't think of the consequences that came with drinking from a second demon. Okay, so she might have something with Damian, but hopefully it would overpower the one with Cyrax, but would let her kill Damian with no harm to herself.*
*She glanced over at the other demon, who was taking everything in. When she was sure that he was looking in a direction that was not her own, she used Particle Seperation and disappeared, only to reappear in front of Damian. Before he could even respond to her, she bared her fangs, and dug them deep into his neck, not worrying about if it caused him pain or no. She needed to drink, and drink as much as she possibly could. This had to work! Drinking the blood of another demon had to free her of the connection with the first! If it didnt...well, she'd deal with that when the time came.*
*Damian had gone into a trance, just like Cyrax had when she drank his blood. She continued to drink until she finally had to pull away. Raven didn't try to be neat, and the black demon blood dripped down her lips. She glanced up at Damian, who glared at her through his fading trance. Licking her lips clean of the blood, she looked back towards Cyrax, hoping against all hope, that the connection had been broken.*
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Post by Cyrax on Dec 29, 2006 10:47:26 GMT -5
"That was not very nice............sister"Cyrax laughed out loud and brushed off some fire from his right sleeve. Things seemed to be heating up, literally! The audacity of Raven seemed to know no bounds and soon, after a meager attempt at striking Cyrax, she was upon Damian with her deadly fangs exposed. Cyrax watched in amusement, of course, and wondered if she was incredibly intelligent or extremely stupid. To drink Demon blood was to dance with the devil, so to speak, and many had done so often changed into a Demon! One of the few who had fed and survived was Raphael, who Raven already knew. It seemed Raphael, being evil in nature, was able to adapt and accept the Demon King's ancient blood. But........ "Hmmmm" he thought, while tapping his missing chin. Was there deep down good inside of Raven that was effecting the demonic liquid in her veins? Was her existence as a Human or her old love Alexander playing a part? If there was any good, than Cyrax would soon find out and it would certainly be used against her. While standing there, with robes burned from flames, he watched as Raven finally backed away from her prey. She was now open to attack, as was Damian, but when Cyrax began readying his scythe to strike there was a strange force holding him back! "What the ........?"All three were trapped, binded in a magical spell, and soon the ground began to glow beneath their feet! Both Raven and Damian were able to recover from their dazed state. That made Cyrax sad because he wanted to get a cheap shot in! However, it was only when Cyrax realized the trigger that he called out to Raven in a voice that could only be explained as 'seriously pissed off'. "You fool!"The dark magician thought of ancient manuscripts, back in his lair, which told of a most bizarre ritual. It was called the Zehastad or Black Trinity! He had never witnessed it himself or came across any who were effected by it. "A curse which allows for power exchange between the Trinity...." Cyrax muttered, as the force holding them faded away. "However, all are bound to the same fate..........if one dies, all die!"Shaking his head in disgust, he moved out of the triangle's perimeter and used magic to call forth a skeleton! Cyrax sat in his skeleton chair and sighed aloud so that both could hear his distaste for the situation. How could he be tied to these two? He wanted revenge over Damian for the past defeat at Hero Mountain and he wanted revenge on Raven for multiple reasons. There was no way he could contain his urge to slay them! After a few more minutes, the dark magician got to his feet and straightened his robes. A beautiful woman was present and he had to look good while torturing her! The problem was, that he now felt pain if Raven was injured. It was a good thing he was a Demon and enjoyed it! "I think that you should allow me to give you a thorough examination, Miss Von Winter, to help in figuring out if there is a way to reverse the spell....."He said this, with a most evil smirk on his face. An expression that of course could not be seen by either of his foes. Cyrax did want to fix what had just happened, but he could not hold back the urge to use Raven for pieces to his next project. Hell, Damian's head would look interesting on Raven's body and vice versa!!
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Post by Uriel Bernardo on Dec 29, 2006 23:58:58 GMT -5
The surprise Damian got from Raven, was probably the only thing that could top the countless others that had just recently happened. He felt the temptress get closer, but never suspected an attempt to bite him, and before he could properly repel her, the fangs were already in. A strange calm settled over him, as she drank his tainted blood. His mind was calling him a fool for letting her get so close, but his body wouldn’t respond. With every passing moment, Damian felt himself getting weaker from the loss of blood, but even after Raven had removed her fangs, he remained in a dazed state… All he could do was watch, and watch he did.
Almost immediately after Raven pulled her teeth out, a strange triangular symbol appeared on the ground, which each tip underneath one of the beings present. In his recovering state, Damian recognized the symbol, but couldn’t remember from where. It wasn’t until Cyrax began berating Raven for her move, that he recalled the text he’d read about this spell. It connected three beings together, but there were many different ways they could be connected. Obviously, Cyrax and Raven shared a relationship of exchanging powers. What did he get out of it…
[Maroon]I wonder… Wait… Why do my thoughts sound like they are being spoken…?[/Maroon]
It was then that he turned to look at Raven, and noticed she was staring at him with a perplexed look on her face. The look wasn’t like before, no hatred was present, more confusion and… disgust? That wasn’t surprising, really, she’d just drank his blood after all.
[Maroon]Bitch… Can’t believe she thought I’d just let her drink my blood like that… God, I’ll enjoy killing her if Cyrax doesn’t… There it is again! Why do are my thoughts louder now!?”[/Maroon]
Then it hit him, and it took all his self control not to fall over, still recovering from the loss of blood. Telepathy… His thoughts were louder, because they weren’t just his thoughts anymore, he was sharing them with… Raven…
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Post by Raven Von Winter on Dec 30, 2006 1:14:43 GMT -5
*Raven was on another blood high when she pulled away from Damian. She took a few more steps back, and when she did, the triangle appeared on the ground, beneath the three creatures feet. Each were standing at a point of the triangle. Raven was so confused to what had just happened, and what was going to happen. She now had the blood of two demons; Cyrax and Damian, flowing through her. She had hoped that their blood would, in effect, cancel the others out, but it gave her a connection to not just one, but both of them. With Cyrax, she shared his power, and he was able to control her. Damian, she didn't know yet.*
*Her attentioned turned over to Cyrax as he spoke of the ancient text. They were now the Dark Trinity, and Raven didn't like it one bit...expecially the part when Cyrax mentioned that if one died, they all died. Ravens anger flared. How could this have happened?? This was all her fault...if she hadn't gone to Cyrax's crypt in the first place... She was so obsessed with killing demons, she was now bound to those she hated most. Then Cyrax began moving towards her with an evil grin on his face, talking about how he must...examine her...No way. There was no way in hell that she would let him touch her.*
"Get away from me you bastard! Don't you dare lay a finger on me!"
*He didn't need to touch her to see if there was a way to reverse the spell, there were other ways in finding out, and a thorough examination was not one of them. It was then that she heard Damians voice, and he just called her a bitch! How dare he! She ignored Cyrax for a second to look over towards Damian and his lips... weren't moving? What? She looked at him now, all anger gone from her eyes, only a very confused look remained. She was hearing his thoughts inside her head...which must mean he could hear hers!*
Oh no... I'm a woman, and I can't have a man knowing my every thought and desire!
*It was as if Raven forgot Damian was a demon for a moment, her first thought was that this man would be interfering in her privacy. This couldnt be happening...she felt as if she no longer belonged to herself. Cyrax was able to control her body, and Damian could hear her thoughts. She felt as if she were now at the mercy of her two greatest enemies...*
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Post by Cyrax on Dec 30, 2006 23:59:53 GMT -5
Cyrax pouted when Raven denied him the honor of a thorough examination. Was he some sort of hideous Demon that the female did not want touching her?
Indeed!
However, Cyrax had no sexual intentions at all and instead only wished to 'toil' with her body. He could find out a way to reverse the spell as well as create a new monster.
"Hmmmm" he said aloud, pondering a thought while looking over Raven carefully.
"I will call it a Ventaur!!"
Cyrax started to laugh, a lot. It was highly unlikely that the others knew what was going through his disturbed mind, but Raven was already in the dungeon. She had witnessed one of his creations first hand and killed it, so she knew what he was capable of. It certainly did not help that he was sizing her up right now!
"Meh!"
"You know nothing, old lady!" he barked, while pointing a decrepit finger in scorn.
Cyrax was growing annoyed by the current situation and knew his chance to kill both of them was now gone. However, he was just not finished with the 'Dark Master'.
He looked to Damian momentarily, with his gleaming eyes, and then back to Raven. Raising his hand, and pointing, Cyrax told Raven to stay put like a good girl.
"Now..... where were we 20 years ago?"
Purple emanations began to flow around Cyrax's left hand, while the scythe blade did the same in his right.
No one truly knew if Cyrax was willing to sacrifice his own life to kill both of his enemies! What was also not known was whether he was a clone or the real thing!
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