the back alleys

[Krishkath]

((OOC:this isn't a battle just a background to story))
Krishkath at in the alley, his thoughts consuming him, thoughts of how he had ended up in Karanias, he began to dream of what had happened in the past two years.

The boy lives on a small rural island, he has no name yet his parents believe he must earn his name through combat, the boy hates combat, he would much rather train in the arcane arts, become a mage like his cousin had, she had left the island and became a mage. Today the boy was sitting in a street, it was his 15th birthday, he had been given two blades, they were crafted from the finest folded steel his father had worked for months on creating these perfect weapons, they could slice through armour like butter, but the boy does not want them, he is called ungrateful and thrown from his house, and so he wanders into the fields, it was walking to where he did which saved him from a fiery demonic death which awaited his parents.

When the chaos was ended his village burned, the boy went in and grabbed his accursed birthday present and left, silently vowing to make the ones who had done this pay for each drop of blood they had spilt.

A few months later the boy found a home in the city of Karanias, he trained hard as a warrior; he even applied for the warriors' guild under then name of Krish (his father's name). But they rejected him. And so he wandered the streets picking fights, until she found him, she found him helpless and left for dead; she took him in to her home, healed him and watched over him. When he awoke she told him what had happened and where he was, he was eternally thankful for her kindness.
He stayed there for a year and in that time he began to love her and she loved him also, in this house he found happiness, they began planning to kill a group of demon summoners who were trying to summon a powerful daemon lord, maybe he could find those who had killed his family. They arrived at the underground cavern where the daemons were planning the summons, they were captured practically instantly and taken to the chamber to be sacrificed.

Krishkath saw the darkness of that dank underground cave, the way she was strapped down to a stone rectangle of stone, the hooded daemon summoners he heard her screaming the screams which haunted him, he struggled against the ropes, and hoped that he'd escape and save her. But he couldn't he saw the summoners kill her slowly. They then turned to him and Krishkath heard a deep voice say, "spare the boy he may be useful" he was then thrown out of the cave.

Krishkath was snapped out of his dream to reawaken finding himself sitting in the alley and homeless guy looking at his swords.

[Shin Ishikin]

Krishkath was adorned with a leather sleek jerkin, his torso bare and his muscles ripe. The man was a human to the tramp, just like him, yet such an aura illuminated from the young boy, that the tramp watched curiously at what would transpire, for he knew something was not all right with the mans domain in these alleys.

"You. Lost." He managed to sputter, his teeth black and rotting, the old man wore a simple silk robe, tattered and filled with black and red stains, some possibly stains of blood and the rest, simple dirt.

Through it all loomed a much larger foe, a man by the name of Baalice, the killer of the young boys family and the man who had whispered of his release, such an agony upon a man was a torment of civilization, and he watched with an amused grin, yet nothing was shown through his thick black haze.

The tramp hadn't noticed the veteran demon, not until the splutter of water splashed behind him, whereupon the old man turned eagerly, only to see the sharpened end of the demons staff penetrate his thin clothing and into his chest, fracturing the rib-cage and breaking loose the gritty layers that clung to the mans weak organs, he spluttered blood, that went through the demon before spraying on the floor.

He died with a simple expression, one Baalice had seen far too much of lately, and that was the expression of anxiety, and shock.

"Krishkath." His word was cold and icy, the frost of his voice portraying as the moonlight illuminated and reflected the demons red eyes upon the boy, "Do not dwell upon your parents, or that whore of a woman you so believe you love, she'd only of betrayed you in the end."

[Ka'Myuk]

In the distance, the clanking of heavy armour was approaching, nearer and nearer the two. An Unknown friend or foe. The fog parted as he walked through slowly, the moon glimmering off of his armour. His sword in hand, gripping the hilt strongly yet with control. His boots, so heavy that they cracked the stone floor. A Low, dostorted voice emitted from somewhere within the helmet.

"Baalice! Long time no see." He said as he came to a stop. The three facing off inside the alley. He turned his head, the armour screeching as the helmet grinded against the torso, in an almost mechanical motion.

"Krishkath. Now everyone is at the party huh!?". He said.

The three way hatred was complete. The three souls entangled, were all bound to meet finally at some point in time. Their destiny had been revealed and know they were all together at last.

Ka'Myuk Hated Baalice, more then anyone. He was working as a mercenary, loyal to those who could afford him. But never was it permanent. Baalice had hired him years back, and Ka'Myuk served him quietly. Yet his final mission would produce what has ultimately become a three way battle. Baalice had spent quite alot of money on Ka'Myuk to keep him in his service, a bit too much considering Ka'Myuk's father and brother were also mercenaries, and were also in Baalice's ranks. And their final mission was to destroy a town occupied by a few humans. All went well until They came to a house. The house was owned by Krishkath's family. Although that was unknown at the time. Ka'Myuks brother and father both entered the house, but underestimated Krishkaths skill with two swords. They were desperate for back up, but Baalice sent none, and the two were slain. Ka'Myuk turned and ran, fearing Baalice would soon turn on him.

He watched as the village was burned to the ground, and he waited for Baalice unit to leave. He was about to get out of his hiding place when he watched a young boy, Krishkath, return to the house and collect the swords. Ka'Kyuk promised to make Baalice pay for his deciept, and the boy and every other family member of Krishkath, for slaying his relations.

[Krishkath]

Krishkath smiled, and looked around "am I the only one who is amazingly confused here? I've never met you" he said pointing at the heavily armoured man,he then looked at the demon "I seem to recall you saved my life once, however calling the women i loved a whore is not a nice way to begin a conversation" he then stood up, and looked around the alley, noticing the dead homeless man, he then lent against the wall, his hands in the pockets of his jerkin and his right leg sticking out slightly. He ran his hands through his hair as he thought about how to solve this." Right how's about we each explain how we know each other then we go our separate ways then come back when we're all good and ready and kill each other?" Krishkath suggested this with an underlying tone of sarcasm in his voice.

[Shin Ishikin]

Baalice laughed at the youths remarks, "How modest of you, but it wasn't I who saved you, I killed you, or so the very centre of you." He gestured to the more armoured man, his eyes large and demonic, "This man however, did nothing but watch you as you killed his parents, he swears vengeance on you, and you swear it on me, for butchering your family and the whore you loved so much."

His hands revealed then, their blistering corruption having prolonged over the last few months, "ah god damn it, does a persons sins never heal." He stopped in his tracks, red beady eyes rising to the young warrior, "You say we should walk away, come back and fight."

The murmur of it all intrigued him, yet not for the best part, his eyes grew from a empty form into that which displayed pure evil, the thickening of his black gloomy haze began to lift from his body, and he felt himself grow more in strength and in anger.

"This a joke to you boy, living a world of hatred, I have no pity for men like you, and the demon beside me does nothing but want your head, yeah blah blah blah, I've heard the stories to many times to give two shits, you’re a fool boy, one who's life is on the verge of extinction."

His voice displayed the anger he felt, it booming and icy, yet coated with a fiery base that echoed and rose in volume, the boy watched startled, even the demonic warrior stood motionless, they all would feel his wrath, stupidity was never short lived, surely. And these two fools had proven nothing but the ability to survive, kick a leaf and move on, they was both destined to die, Baalice had only wanted to see them suffer first, if his actions couldn't, he realised his squeal would, but he kept his powers at bat, the boy was an Illusionist, by no means a powerful one, but he'd be more trouble then what his head was worth, and his true enemy was not these feeble humans, but instead angels and other, happy flying dip shits.

[Ka'Myuk]

"I am No Man!" He yelled suddenly. His shout echoeing throughout the alleyway.

"And neither would i want to be cursed with such a puny disease of being mortal." He said to Krishkath.

"You own those swords that ended my father and brothers life. You are blood related to the ones that slew them. For those reasons, your head must adorn my trophy cabinet at my abode." he chuckled slightly.

It was true that the boy didnt know who he was, but Ka'Myuk knew him. Neither did he know of the reason Ka'Myuk wanted him dead, but the purpose burned deep within Ka'Myuk for years. But he knew know. Ka'Myuk looked at Baalice an immensly strong aurora eminating from him. Yet Ka'Myuk was too angered to be swayed from confronting him.

"Baalice! You scum! My family demanded reinforcements yet you provided none. Why let them die? To prevent them from becoming stronger than even you?" He demanded, pointing the sword at Baalice, his red eyes glowing inside the helmet.

Ka'Myuk had grown in power since that fateful day, and possessed many demons to fight by his side. Yet he would not summon them here. This was his battle.

He watched the other two closely, a cold wind rushed down the alley blowing dirt and leaves across their paths. Ka'Myuks left hand started to glow slightly, a purple mist swirled around it. He too had spells at his command, but he knew not wether he was a match for the skill of Baalice. His right hand tightened around the sword as his eyes flitted between the two.

[Krishkath]

Krishkath raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes, he was tired of being underestimated especially when he was the second most powerful one in this cramped alleyway.

“You do realise that if I slew your parents then I doubt you are a match for me.”

Krishkath drew his right blade and pointed at Ka'Myuks throat, Krishkath had noticed Baalice looked like he wouldn’t be joining in if a fight came about, Krishkath stood his knees were bent slightly and he was leaning slightly towards Ka'Myuk, Krishakth’s left hand sat on the hilt of his left blade, he was prepared from attack from any direction.

He noticed Ka'Myuk was prepared to cast magic. “If you want a magical duel then you might as well just raise your hands and say ‘kill me now slowly and painfully’ because that’s what’ll happen”

[Shin Ishikin]

Baalice could hear the murmur of conversation, it rising and fading as he swirled around to the corpse that he had slain not only a few minutes ago, “Can you feel his soul.” He muttered, the duel behind him having not yet swayed his madness.

A purple glow rimmed his hand then, and he blew it with a simple gesture, and the dead body rose before him, “You see, magic is an often misunderstood, just because you can use illusions and summon 50 foot freaks, does make you good, and just because you can, do what, summon demons and vile creatures, also doesn’t make you good.”

He paused then, turning only to see a crowd of gathering scum as they huddled closely together, in fear of the three people, “Look at them people, look at the body of the human existence, can you defy it Kriskath.”

“Who are you people.” Screamed one from the crowd, his face bricked with fear, yet curiosity, “Your not even human.”

“Indeed.” He muttered, before turning upon the crowd, “I am Baalice, and these you may not no.”

Then he screamed, the high pitch tone rushing into every mind that stood, even the demon shook with the terror of such a plea, sadly it meant harm only on the humans, for he hadn’t even tried to put effort into such a blow.

But Kriskath was a human, and his body would shake with the fear that plunged his head, the recall memories of watching his love get raped before murdered repeated like a cassette in his mind, the magic of the screeching tone would rely on such a memory to feed it’s ability to send warriors insane.

The crowd as predicted fell to the floor, crying, before the man he had raised walked over to them, and butchered them, with a small knife that he held in his pocket.

Pausing from the screech, he watched as Krishkath knelt to the floor, hands over ears and hard bricked eyes portraying emotional distraught, he chuckled over it, and enjoyed the silence of the man’s utter despair.

The same happened with this demon, his could see his parents being butchered by the human, over and over again, even the event where he begged Baalice for reinforcements, but who replied with a simple song.

His family had died by both their hands, all because Baalice had taken so much life away he felt bored by it, so instead he destroyed and played with peoples emotions, he enjoyed to see weaklings cry and shame themselves, he enjoyed tearing apart a demons only right, their pride, he killed it all.

Some time passed, and the butchered eventually rose with the glimmer of a hand, yet they just stood, 20 people watching before their bodies limped over to a wall where they stood like statues. They was tortured creatures, who’d live a life of death and decay before Baalice allowed them any justice to the after-life.

“So, you two going to fight, or will you steadily turn on me, either suits me, your both incapable of defying my power. And let me assure you now. I killed in the name of happiness, I am scared of no one, nor do I even consider myself an element or a demon, I am dead already, I have no face, no appearance, nothing but the appearance of a demon wraith, always watching through beady eyes. I will live for a 1000 years, but you both will die within 10.”

[Ka'Myuk]

Ka Myuk pushed the memories back into a dark place inside his mind. Hopefully never to be seen again.

"Enough of your pathetic magic tricks, Baalice!" he demanded then turned to Krishkath. Kneeling on the floor, in a pathetic crumpled mass.

It just went to sho how weak the human mind can be, and how soppy they are with the amount of emotions they have. Ka'myuk only had a few that were important. One was Vengeance, and he wouldnt stop until it was fulfilled.

"Krishkath you moron! It was not you but your father that killed my relations. Do you long so much for death that you are willing to put the responsibility of it all on your head. Meh, i can handle that. You are no match for me you fool, watching you writhe in agony on that floor makes me pity you. But now that you possess those two swords you shall recieve the same fate your family had." He said towering over the boy on the floor. He turned his head to Baalice.

"And i will destroy you later, one on one. Your heartless actions shall be the end of you, and i will make you cry for your mother by the time im finished with you!" he said, pointing the sword at him directly.

He looked down at Krishkath once more and spat on him.

"Humans...Huh? when will your pathetic race end? I cant decide wether killing you would be a good thing or a bad thing. I know if i was human id end my lif right now." he said and turned away walking over to the wall and leaned against it. Awaiting what would become of the three. The odds for Krishkath didnt look good, although Ka'Myuk hated Baalice, he was a demon, and hated humans even more...something was stopping him from destroying the wraithe.

[Shin Ishikin]

The splutter of a man’s laughter echoed as he heard the troubling words from the demon, “Kill me later.” He jibed, laughing at the sheer prospect of it, “Oh and I already killed my family, they was demonic, and lived only for the demons pathetic dream of power.”

His words caused the fracture of conversation, the demon sprawled against a large over adorned wall with weaponry ornaments painted along the curves, it suggested the building was that of an old instalment for transport, maybe even an imperial weaponry, but today is stood abandoned, like these two people, alone and afraid.

The human still sat on the floor, the cries had already ceased the being, but wept he still did, deep inside. “Strength Krishkath, you have a purpose to destroy me, do not let what I did to create such a destiny vanquish.”

But then the demon remained; the imagery didn’t break the demon, which quite frankly, pleased him. “Face reality Ka’Myuk.

Like god I do not play with dice, nor do I believe in coincidence, you’re a strong demon, one who could adapt so much to what you’ve already become, and your what, wanting to kill me. Get the fantasy out of your mind; even with your huge summons I have the skills to turn such beasts into my simplest of puppets, look around you, I am dead. I raise the dead and I feed upon the dead. Every man you slay I can rise, every solder you kill of mine, I can get to come back, but stronger. The world you wish to fantasise in doesn’t exist my friend, your life isn’t a dream, and it isn’t vengeance what you seek, it’s simple guidance. You think demons really care about vengeance, then avenge them, but on those who caused your family harm, not on the man with the ideal to make you invincible.”

[Krishkath]

Krishkath wiped te spit from, his face and looked around the alley, it looked like if he wasn't carefull he'd die here. He laughed a hollow laugh which ecoued round the alley.

"Kill me? you could but i would relise the prospect, ending my misery, ending my pointless life, ending all life would end all suffering"

Krishkath spat on the ground, sheathed his blades took one last look around. "I have no more business in this city.If you want to fight me Ka'Myuk then come find me."

As Krishkath walked through the slums of the city he saw the sick, the destitute, and the criminal, in fact he saw three who looked like that advancing menacingly towards him with a small dagger each.

The middle one smiled showing a mouth filled with rotten and black teeth, then said in a slimy voice “we don’t want to hurt you kid, just give us all your possessions and no one gets hurt.” Krishkath smiled, finally someone he could kill, he raised his hands up “ok mister feel free to take everything, if you can find me.” Krishkath then created 50 copies of himself they all drew their blades, of course the illusions could not hurt the thieves but the thieves knew not this and they ran in fear.

The rel Krishkath smiled and clicked his fingers, causing all the copies to disappear instanty. He walked to the exit of the city, but noticed the locals were avoiding him

[Ka'Myuk]

Ka Myuk watched the boy as he left and chuckled.

"Oh find you i will! Sleep with on eye open boy, im coming for you." he said under his breath. The boys fate was sealed, and he was destined to fight him, it couldnt be avoided so easily. Ka'Myuk then turned to his other enemy.

"Ideal!? What ideal is this you speak of? Or are you merely attempting to create an excuse for me not to kill you, prolonging you pathetic existence. Cease your poisonous lies you cretin!" he yelled. Yet something inside him wanted to beileve him. The power of being invincible was one Ka'Myuk had wanted for a long period of time. He began to have visions, slaying all in battle without question, cities coming under his rule. Maybe it was Baalice somehow implementing these visions into his head, or maybe it was Ka'Myuks own desires coming to light.

He smiled, yet the expression was not visible to Baalice. So instead he pointed his sword at Baalice and yelled.

"Explain yourself Baalice, i have a human to hunt down so i care not to hear any pointless lies!" he yelled up at the demon.

He thought. Ka'Myuk had some seriously deadly summons to bring up, could baalice really defeat them that easily. Either Baalice was telling the truth or was an incredible bluffer. Ka'Myuk was still contemplating wether to call upon them or not.

The cold air formed clouds in front of Ka'Myuk as his hot breath bellowed out of his helmet. The moon cast itself upon the two as they stood off against each other in the alleyway, with shining crimson blood slowly trickling through the street from the massacre that had occured just previous.

[Shin Ishikin]

Baalice smiled, Ka'Myuk had no idea what sort of dangers he faced fighting such an experienced wraith, the man was cold, and ka'Myuk was scarcely running out of time.

"Do you think you're strong enough to kill me?" he questioned, his dark eyes flashing purple to radiate the haze that cloaked to his unsecured corpse, "Are you even capable to dint me."

He realised that Ka'Myuk sensed either a bluff or the simple truth. Though he knew which one it was, Ka'Myuk would die with in seconds of facing him, Baalice had so many powers that sometimes he didn't even know what to do with half of them, "Life's a dream." He stated, quite clearly in fact that his demonic minions withheld their urges to progress on the demon, "And yet so short to be told, that men and demon take their lifes for granted.

Ka'Myuk, I'm either the most powerful wraith you've ever encountered, or I'm sadly afraid of nothing, either choice equals the same. You will die as quickly as you do bark. Now believe me or don't, you have one choice, one chance, you either come with me to Zuma, so you can forget about your pathetic bond, or I shall leave, and when we next re-unite, I will kill you."

[Ka'Myuk]

Ka Myuk thought, it seemed at the moment Shin Ishkin held all the cards. Either he was the most poweful, or he had a great poker face. Ka Myuk thought for a while.

"Fine, take me to this City you speak of..." He said

Ka'Myuk however watched Baalice like a hawk, hopefully if he found out he was stronger then baalice, he would stab him in the back and kill him, IF he was lying about this...inivincible nonesense. He had not heard of this city before. He didnt really know anything about the land at all, merely that he resided in it. He had no need to know names of cities, so Ka'Myuk didnt know the way.

He stood, awaiting to be shown the way, grunting inside his helmet. He scanned the chaotic alleyway, body parts of the fallen humans, butchered by a zombie tramp. Ka'Myuk shuckled sickly as he thought about it. Just the idea of it made him laugh and a low chuckle echoed inside his helmet. He walked over to the tramp and with one hand ripped the ripped shirt he was wearing and cleaned his sword. It gleamed beautifully and Ka'Myuk spoke incoherently to it, no-one knew what he could have been saying.

[Shin Ishikin]

Baalice smiled again, the world flickering into a haze before 3 words uttered forth, 'come now Baalice' it had said, and he was sure it was the sound of his master Shin Ishikin.

With the half portal still open, he grabbed for the demons arm, it was scaly and plain, the muscles over-lapping the natural joints before his black leather glove pulled the beast towards him, "You chose the destiny, say goodbye to reality."

He smiled before forcing the two in the portal, it wrapped and in a perplex frenzy disappeared, all that remained were the 20 Zombies before their bodies turned into red and purple balls of fire, and they disappeared, to meet Baalice on the other side.