Leviathan... That woman...does she truly believe that she can control the serpent? Who knows...Temeluchas is quite the mystery...will her arrogance be her fall? or perhaps she might rise to something devastating...I do wish to see what path my love will take... and so...have you decided upon the end that you desire? no...there is still so much to look towards..even if the end is reaching towards us.. And so things begun to be set into motion as Alistair stood beside Temeluchas and calmly watched her give Mali the instructions she needed before entering the church and stirring up the madness inside. Mammon was obviously the enemy in this situation, but the fact that Temeluchas used the word "we'll" meant that Alistair wouldn't be the one merely standing around doing nothing. He did worry for the nephilim that was sent into the church, but at the same time he held confidence in Mali and knew that there were none who really could stand in her way. For now all he really could do was wait. He really did wish to bug Temeluchas, but he knew how important this mission was and he knew that it would not be best to bother her...yet. One word was all it really took for Alistair to piss the dark angel off. It didn't even matter what word he said, all he knew it would piss him off. Hands place in his jacket pockets, Alistair just stared forward at the church with a calm smile, saying nothing at all.
They were soon off, heading towards their destination. It was all to begin and quite frankly Valentine was quite excited to get things started. His eyes closed and a small smile remained on his face as he listened to his leader speak to them, having been introduced by another guard. He disliked this as it removed the chance for him to introduce himself, but this was nothing of a real concern to him. She was a kind woman, he could tell by her mannerism, though kindness could only take a person so far. She was his employer so it was only fair that she would get some form of respect from him, for now. If she wanted anymore than she would have to show him with his own eyes, something she was of course not obligated to do in the slightest. News of disaster had struck the group and a smirk rose on Valentine's face. The excitement only grew upon hearing of a conflict for him to take part of. He would end it quick, he would not let lives be taken. It was a perfect time to see how well his squad actually worked in this situation. "Very well madame Christine my blade is yours to command" Valentine replied nonchalantly as he rushed forth towards the conflict. The conflict would only end once the leader was down, but in order to get to said leader they needed to defeat the fodder that were in the way. He was tempted to go for a much more difficult challenge but for now he chose to go for the easiest of prey and work his way up slowly before moving towards the leader. "Two Fighters, two Myrmidon and a mage...well then quite the interesting warm up" Valentine said gripping the blade on his back. The fighters were the obvious choice, but he needed to think of it another way. The myrmidons were something best left for the others in this battle, but there was one person on the battlefield that proved to be the true hassle. Magic was a weakness for two of his party members and the range the mages held were a disadvantage for the team. To avoid the annoyance it was obvious who they should take out first. "greetings, and goodbye, you have chose the path that strays from the romance of the blade and for that I must bid you adieu" Valentine said calmly as he drew forth the mage's attention. The obvious response of a glare and haughty stared had reached Valentine and a smirk grew on Valentine's face as he slightly crouched downwards and tightened his grip on the handle of his sword. He wouldn't give the chance for the mage to attack, he would end it in one fell swing and with one attack. The two stood at a standstill, staring at each other before at last the mage began to move, readying himself to cast as spell. The clank of metal and whisping of air echoed forth as the blade was unsheathed. Quickly and swiftly Valentine rushed forward towards the mage with great speed and swung downwards towards the man in an attempt to draw blood and cut clean through the mage.
The group decided to prepare themselves for the next day where they invade the church. Taking the time Alistair closed his eyes and fell asleep nearby.
"Quite the interesting girl" It was all Valentine could really say as he listened to the queen of the land speak about their little task at hand. Arms crossed he stared up at the queen that he considered his employer laid out the day's objective. The mercenary smirked as he placed a hand on his chin and continued to stare at the queen before he closed his eyes and let out a small chuckle. They were given time to do whatever they desired, which was something Valentine really could care less about. Sure what awaited them would be fighting, but this was something Valentine desired. The sheer excitement of battle, the risk of dying, it was enthralling and something he did not wish to merely waste. He walked off and and smirked as he gripped the sheathed katana resting upon his back and slowly began to pull the blade out "Ah the romance of the blade, to be gifted with the time to use it is nothing but a waste for this does not benefit the romance of the blade...tis such a shame" Valentine said fully unsheathing the blade before beginning his training session
Username: TwilightBlader Character Name: Valentine Home country: Greil Class: Myrmidon Appearance: Here Personality: The romance of the blade, this is the say he says when he describes the life he lives for. What it necessarily means is unknown and asking Valentine will only confuse a person further. Valentine is a nonchalant yet quirky individual that goes with the flow. He enjoys battle and can get quite exited when an interesting challenge is brought before him. Social Rank: Wanderer Birthday: September 3rd
He was covered by darkness, but this darkness was but a mere momentary thing as it had faded away and brought the trio over towards a new place. The travel through mist was now a common thing that he had gotten quite used to. It was true he himself had the power of mist, but to use it would be quite damaging to him. Alistair smiled his usual smile as he took a step forward and stared around. "Hm..interesting" Alistair said calmly as he continued to take a step forward, but his eyes widened as his body froze "What...the hell..." Alistair muttered. His eyes were focused on the church ahead of him wondering just what was in it. The feeling that he had felt had grown and Alistair merely crossed his arms before closing his eyes. It was a conflicting feeling, he felt fear, but at the same time he felt excitement. He felt the soul up ahead, it was faint and light, but it was already able to show it power. Alistair began to let out a quite laughter before looking over his shoulder at Lu "I do know how you hate unnecessary questions, but do tell me why we are here? I'd rather we not waste time and all...with me being cursed and all..." Alistair said nonchalantly, only concluding that this soul he sensed was something involved with all this.
The mist carried them off and once it faded the group stood in a bustling little city. Arms crossed Alistair glanced around wondering what they were going to do, but for now they were to merely relax and rest for now. Killing was such a hassle and he had no instruction to kill for now so he chose not to. For now he booked the three of them the most luxurious room he could and rested for the night in there.
His slumber was quite peaceful and he thoroughly enjoyed it after the training session he put himself under, but that all soon changed the moment a sudden force pushed him off of his bed, causing the man to fall and land on the ground with a groan. “Good morning to you too Temeluchas” Alistair said sitting up listening to the mistress speak about how they needed to get out of here before Lucifer decided to attack. "Well it’s about time" Alistair muttered as he rose up to his feet and began to stretch. It wasn’t like he could necessarily go anywhere and if anything Temeluchas was the only way for him to get the hell out of hell. Getting prepared for the day was quick; he had gotten dressed and equipped himself with everything he needed before heading towards the door, only to stop. "so what of the other kiddos?" Alistair asked. "The others are useless for now. Soren and Caius look like they are getting to good breaking points, but for now Mali is the only one that will be willing to assist us." A sigh was let out and Alistair opened the door "right, I won’t be long" Alistair said calmly before he walked out of the room and headed forth towards the bedroom of the Nephilim. "Yooooooooo kiddoooooooos its been a while" Alistair yelled in his usual carefree way. Cal slid off the bed in a hurry at the sound of the voice. "Hi Alistair." She stood before him and brushed hair out of her face. Alistair smiled before placing his hand on her shoulder "well, you look quite well...I'm glad to see this" Alistair said closing his eyes with a sigh "however, I'll be going away for...well...I have no idea..." Alistair said glancing over towards Mali "Lu said you'll be heading along with us....you can head over to my room to meet her up if you wish" Alistair said. Mali got up with a nod and walked out the room smirking. Cal looked around in confusion and back up to Alistair. "What's going on? Where are you going with Mali?" Alistair's eyes opened up calmly and he merely stared down at the girl, still holding her shoulder "Me and Lu...we betrayed Lucifer...it’s only a matter of time before Lucifer himself comes and kills the both of us...Before we leave it seems Lu wants Mali to join us..." Alistair explained. She scrunched up her brows. "Why would you do something that's going to get into so much trouble?" Alistair merely let out a small chuckle and shook his head "well...the reason for that is because Im an idiot..."Alistair said staring down at her with a soft smile "I vowed to stay loyal to Temeluchas....It may be a pain in the ass, but I will stick to that vow..." Alistair said "Well that sounds really dumb." It was a simple response, but one that was a totally true one that amused Alistair a great deal. Alistair closed his eyes and laughed heartily before placing his hand on top of her head and ruffled her hair like he used to do when she was a small child. "hahah atta girl, your damn right, it really is stupid...you've always been my best and favorite student....you make me so proud..." Alistair said. She pushed him away and glowered at the man. "Just don't die or anything. That would be really uncool." Alistair's eyes widened and blinked before he closed his eyes with a smile. She always hated when he did that with her hair, but the cute little scowl was always worth it for him. "yeah, yeah, you know me...I'm as cool as they come" Alistair said. as he turned away "well I'd best head off before I say some more lame stuff like that" Alistair said before he began to walk "well then...see ya later..." Alistair said calmly raising his hand in farewell before heading back to his room. If he was to die then he didn’t regret that he spoke to her like this. He wanted their time together to be carefree, something not sorrowful, but something that could be thought back to with a smile. He opened the door to his room and walked in with a bright smile."well then, so sorry I'm late" Alistair said cheerfully "Well if you're done dawdling then it's time to go." Lu grabbed Mali's hand and the blonde stepped closer to her. "Hurry up!" She rolled her eyes. "I am always waiting on you." "yes yes, Im coming" Alistair said nonchalantly before walking up to his impatient mistress before grabbing hold of her hand "Good. We have a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it." She squeezed his hand and they were wrapped up in mist. He had no idea where they were going to end up, but all he knew was another battle would start and lives were sure to be lost.
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And so all William could do was merely hope that this prayer had managed to do the charm and at least strengthen the barrier somewhat. He was nervous, but he needed to remain strong. For now worrying would do them no good. With a yawn William stretched his arms before walking off towards a bed and fell fast asleep. Panting and wiping away the sweat that ran down his brow, Alistair straightened up and let out a loud and relaxed sigh "Well then that should be enough" Alistair said walking off from his new training spot over towards his room where he would rest. Killing off demons hardly seemed like any good and merely walking off into the basement only meant dealing with Regulus. Quite pleased with his progress, Alistair rested on his bed and fell asleep.
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In the end he was indeed right to believe this place held a bad omen. He did not know much about religion, but just from what Hana had told him he knew the severity of Leviathan's release and he knew that time was going to be a resource they just did not have. With a sigh he just took a step in and spoke to in form Hana about the status of the one named Adam and listened to whatever was left. Once the discussion was finished, William closed his eyes and sighed "something I want to protect" William said. It was a hard thing to think about, for him he was merely normal, his thoughts and desires would not be as strong as the others, so he had to delve deeper into his mind. His memories played back the scene at the Falkland Island and he thought back to the girl that was killed. He did not want the others to end up like that, he didn't want anybody to end up like that. That was the closest thing that he could use to strengthen his determination "Pater, da mihi, qui conantur, ut spiritus et tutela contra me. Ut tegere sim defensus est." William said, saying the prayer.
Ever since reaching this place William had a bad feeling rolling up his spine. He had hoped that this would change the next day, but as his eyes opened up this did not change in the slightest. A holy place was supposed to make was calm and eased, but this place did not do so in the slightest for him. Rubbing his eye with a yawn William got himself prepared and walked along to find the others. There was still so much that was needed for him to do, he still needed to get stronger and become more useful to the others, but there was so much things that got in the way of that for him. The biggest obstacle for him was the mere childish body. Though he managed to get out some flames, it was still too much of a fatigue for him to do so. The fatigue cost was fading, but at a slow rate, and they did not have much time, the demon attack proved this. Maybe if he was stronger that girl wouldn't have lost her life. William groaned and shook his head before walking into the sanctuary and raised an eyebrow at the two in there "Ah...good morning" Wiliam said.
Spoiler: Death ♩ It was finally time to end it all; the scenery had changed from its flaming wasteland to what looked like a calm utopia. Nothing in sight, the ground was like water and ruins of ancient lands covered the surrounding area. Sitting up on onto of a half broken pillar sat Azrael, glancing downwards at Alistair who slowly began to walk up to the dark angel. “So…you’ve finally come…” “It’s only been two days…though I will admit the wait has been almost unbearable” Alistair smirked as he stared at the dark angel and in return the dark angel smirked back as he stared down past his long bangs of hair and chuckled. Sliding off the pillar he sat upon, Azrael’s body slowly descended downwards towards the ground. Alistair’s body tensed and prepared itself as he watched the dark angel descend. His body shook, but not from fear or terror, but of excitement instead. Upon the slight contact of Azrael’s foot touching the ground the gong had been rung and their conflict began. Without a second of hesitation the two rushed forward towards each other with the intent of slashing the one before them. Azrael’s palmed opened up as his fingers turned black and longer. Sharp enough to slash with, Azrael rose his arm and swung downwards at Alistair who then managed to sidestep and avoid the blow. Raising his own arm upwards, a sword shot out of the palm of his hand and Alistair immediately grabbed it. Taking his chance he swung down at Azrael, but Azrael was quick and caught the blade with his other hand. Recovering his stance, Azrael smirked as he used his free hand and sent it towards Alistair’s chest. Sensing the incoming attack Alistair used his own free hand and smacked away the incoming hand from Azrael. He knew he was in a bad position so the aristocrat immediately let go of the sword he held and leapt backwards, pointing all his fingers at the angel and firing smaller blades at him upon the jump. Smaller blades coated Azrael’s arms like scales and using his arms he blocked the onslaught of blades. In retaliation Azrael swung his arms and the blades dispersed from his arms and headed straight towards Alistair. Alistair’s eyes widen at the sudden attack, but he knew he couldn’t flinch from such an attack. Preparing his body, two swords formed from his body and using the blades, Alistair swung at the incoming attack, deflecting most, while the rest dug deep into his body. Not taking a mere step back, Alistair instead stood forward and rushed towards Azrael and the two once again stood before each other. A curved blade formed and Alistair slashed forward while Azrael used his own assortment of blades. The clashing of blades was numerous, far too many to count. Each contact resulted in the blades being shattered, most of these blades were stained with the other’s blood while the others did not even get a chance at contact with the other’s body. Worn and torn were their bodies, but as time moved on their bodies would recover, only to be cut open once again. It was their sheer will that pushed them further, that healed their wounds and allowed them the energy to continue to fight on. Even when the blades were no more, when they had nothing left to slash with they still had their bodies as weapons. Black energy surrounded their fists and with these fists they began to pummel each other to a bloody pulp. The powers of souls, Alistair held this power greatly and wished to use it to defeat the angel before him. He gathered as much energy as he could and immediately sent his fist straight in the gut of Azrael, sending the dark angel flying. Panting in fatigue, he watched as the fallen angel continued to lay on the ground. “This…is far from over…” “I’m glad you can tell…” The voice of Azrael was calm and nonchalant and soon enough Azrael calmly rose to his feet and rubbed the back of his neck with a relaxed sigh. For Alistair everything froze, the once peaceful area had darkened signalling the bad omen to come. ♩ “Ah…that was a good warm up…now then…let elevate this further…” Using his blackened fingers, Azrael snapped his fingers as a black distortion formed before him. Alistair watched gritting his teeth slightly, but his eyes widened immediately upon watching what arose from the distortion. He had learned about dealing with fear, but he couldn’t help but feel it as he stared at the single object that had risen from the ground. “Aron…dight….” Alistair spoke the name of his faithful companion as he watched the blackened sword rise up. The appearance was different from the one he had used, much more powerful and overbearing, but he could tell it was the very same blade that he had carried around all this time. Azrael merely took grasp of the hilt of the blade and raised it skyward. Black wings that had been taken finally appeared on the back of Azrael and spread out wide and Azrael merely stared forward calmly at Alistair before slashing downwards. Azrael did not need to step forward nor need to even be close to Alistair, the downward slash had managed to do its job and Alistair’s chest was sliced, leaving a clean straight wound. It was as if he was paralyzed by fear itself. Blood trickled down his mouth and his body stepped back, but Alistair remained standing. “Why…” It was all Alistair could mutter, he couldn’t understand why he held such an attachment with such a blade. It was a blade that did not belong to him, a blade that only chose to be wielded by the hand of Azrael, so why was it that he felt such a connection with the blade? Calling forth a sword from his own body, Alistair rushed forth at Azrael. “Pointless…” One slash was all it took to cut through the blade Alistair held along with cut through his body as well. As his body flew back from the force he saw something. He saw another boy, a familiar boy that had he had dreamed about before, a boy that was once abandoned by his prostitute of a mother, one that assaulted the streets of London for the sake of the orphaned. His mind snapped away from the vision only to return to the hell before him. His mind was dull, but his body moved forward on its own, attempting to slash at the angel in a pitiful attack. His body was slashed numerous times, and with each slash he witnessed more and more visions. A man that was revered as a saint and lived to protect the people, an assassin that lived to kill others, he saw many of the same kind of people and though the held many differences they all held one simple fact, they lived for life. Never disrespecting it, never demining it, they fought for life, tossing away their very own in the end. Some were praised, some were hated, but more and more Alistair realized why he saw each one of these visions. With each slash that assaulted him, the recovery rate of his body began to increase until finally Alistair had managed to sidestep from a vertical slash causing Azrael to raise an eyebrow. “THAT IT!” Azrael cried out happily as he continued to slash repeatedly at Alistair who managed to dodge each and every slash. “DON’T MAKE THIS BORING FOR ME ALISTAIR! HAVE YOU FINALLY GOTTEN IT?!” Azrael cried out in joy as he raised his sword upwards and swung downwards at Alistair. Both hands rose up and a black blade formed in his hands, blocking Arondight from harming Alistair. The two looked at each other with a grin. “Yeah…I figured it out…next time don’t tell such ****** lies” Alistair pushed back Azrael and prepared the blade in his hand. In his hand he held his own Arondight once no different from the one Azrael held. “Arondight is my sword, we are the same person after all, what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours” The two rushed forward once again and began slash at each other. Blades clashed, struggling to overpower the other before them. Alistair was knocked back, and Azrael’s wings spread as a giant skeletal arm rose from the ground and grasped Alistair’s leg, tossing him up into the sky. With a smirk, Azrael’s wings flapped and let the dark angel arise from the ground and pursue Alistair. An assault of slashes assailed Alistair and all he really could do was merely deflect whatever blows he could. Each slash pushed him higher and higher up into the sky and Alistair immediately swung his sword as hard as he could downwards at Azrael and sent the angel further downwards. He could never reach the angel’s level of power, but even so this victory was all that he needed. Decending further Alistair thrust his blade forward as Azrael did the same. The final decisive moment was met, Azrael’s blade pierced Alistair’s shoulder, but Alistair had managed to pierce the angel’s chest and the two collided to the ground. “I am no mere host for your soul…you are me and I am you…when I die, I will return to you and become one…these memories, these feelings they will not vanish…” Alistair stood over the angel with his blade still inserted in his chest. Calm eyes stared down at Azrael as a smile rose on the angel’s face as his body slowly began to disintegrate. “Very well…it is time I showed you the truth…” His body now completely gone, the world suddenly began to shake. At an alarming rate the ground began to crack and the area began to shatter. The world was crumbling and as Alistair glanced upwards his body immediately froze in sheer terror. Amidst the chaos, he saw it, and from it a light was fired, devouring Alistair. “So this is…the true death…” Eyes widened as he rose up from his bed and began to pant, holding his chest as he attempted to try and control his breathing. He glanced around his room, finding it hard to believe that he was back in his bedroom once more. After what he had been through it felt as if he was now n some sort of dream world. He did not wish to make too much noise and wake up his mistress so Alistair quickly got out of bed and let out a sigh as he placed on his clothing. Fully dress, he noticed something from the corner of his eye and raised an eyebrow before smiling. Calmly, he walked up to the place he left Arondight in and stared down at the sword. The blade was no longer in its sealed form, now taking form of a stronger and more powerful blade. Grasping the blade, he rose it up to examine it before placing it downwards and took a seat. For now all that was left was for him to tend to his mistress' wishes.
The sudden tug on his sleeve had caught the attention of Asterion as he lowered himself down to Morgiana's level and listened to what she had to say to him. He figured most people in the group actually had the same attitude as Morgiana, but they really had no choice at the matter. Regardless, his intentions were not fully set upon convincing the mistress of the land, but to merely apologize for his rude behaviour. "Er...possibly...so long as we are in her land our choices are quite short...though I really doubt a mere apology is gonna change anything" Asterion whispered back before rising up and crossed his arms "though looking at plants may not be so bad" Asterion said to himself and closed his eye with a smile "it might quite interesting" Asterion said. There were so many things he desired to see and had it not been for the message from god he wouldn't have been in such a rush. The woman that had left was quite upset, and a simple apology was not going to change that. Glancing over at Marina who was complaining and being grumpy as usual, Asterion watched and raised an eyebrow at the sudden vines that had appeared before her and upon that a message had appeared. "well...this is unexpected.." Asterion said. Johnis' flower must have tickled her fancy so it seems they actually were moving along. "Well then lets not waste any more time complaining now shall we?" Asterion said calmly as he headed forth towards the maze. With those vines that had blocked Marina, Asterion was sure that he needed to stay on guard at all times.
He couldn't slack, he could waste time, for Alistair, he was one who did not wish to merely sit still. It had seemed the other had pulled their **** together as he hadn't felt no wayward angelic souls leaving the human bodies. The wailing of souls, the despair, the anguish they felt, Alistair would endure it all. Wounds were such minor things, his body was always covered by the suits, covering the numerous scars that had remained on his body. He panted as the blood ran down removing the torn jacket and eventually the shirt as well. Wrapping the bandages around his wounds, Alistair smiled softly. "Damn me...always pushing myself too much...though then again Lu would say I'm not pushing my self harder" Alistair said quietly before shaking his head with a chuckle upon the thought of his mistress. Temeluchas would have preferred him to of probably leave the blood as she was quite the messy girl, but he had some class. Taking his worn and tattered upper clothing, he merely discarded it and walked of back to his room. He had many of the same suits so it really didn't matter that he tossed this one out. Just how many would die? just how many would survive? Which path would be true? which opinion would remain on top? all these questions were something that drove him, made him push to survive. He needed to witness it all. On his bed he rested beside the girl that had managed to make an exception for his idea and soon enough drifted off to sleep
As he continued to lay on the ground the sudden noise of the others had managed to reach his ears. It was saddening, but his roomie Daedrick and buddy Valistair had to leave towards class leaving him alone on the ground. With a deep sigh Nero's ear suddenly twitched upon hearing some more footsteps heading towards him. He was quite excited to know who it was and be able to talk to a familiar person, however it did not seem to be somebody he knew. Regardless of this fact he was quite excited to meet a new friend so the stranger was welcomed, however it wasn't that simple at all. He listened to the persons words and once the guy was done talking Nero hopped up to his feet gracefully and a bright grin appeared on his face "I have noooooooooooooooo idea what your talking about" Nero said without a care in the world. Sometimes it would be best just to smile and nod.
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Its your birthday time to rejoice!...I don't know what else to put so I am just going to flood the rest of this post with something you love....enjoy your special day! Spoiler: Enjoy!
Traversing along with the others was far better than merely staying around the drunken fools and watching pointless chaos occur for no reason. When he got the message of leaving Fairwyn, Asterion couldn't help but jump out of his chair and immediately rush towards where the others were. Sure the group was quite big, but Asterion figured his powers would be quite the help in case of the threat of bothersome valen. The others gaining nothing from the library in Fairwyn was absolutely no surprise to him at all. They needed to get out of here and it seemed their next target was Twercania. The name was ridiculous, but it at least it should be a better place that Fairwyn. With transportation given to them they were soon off, but their travels to Twercania had stopped upon the sudden labyrinth that had blocked their path. It was certainly quite the troublesome problem, but they needed to get past safely. Another had appeared before them and it seemed the owner of the labyrinth and land itself had appeared. If anything this woman was the key to them passing this maze, so Asterion took the time to introduce himself, which turned out to be quite the mistake. Asterion watched as the valen had been insulted by his words and merely closed his eyes. He could say he felt a bit bad for what he said and from her words he at least saw the frustration she held. They had no choice but to go through the maze, but Asterion had once thing he had to do. "one thing before we head out..." Asterion said glancing over at the valen named Mimi. Calling upon her for a little favor, Asterion merely readied himself to apologies to the mistress of the land they stood upon. "A young group coming upon your land without paying a single shred of attention to it, I must apologies, what we...no...what I have done was wrong. Our mission had blinded us, but that is no excuse now is it? I would be delighted to take sight of your kingdom...I take great pleasure in seeing the beauty of all lands, but if you desire us gone then say no more, we shall leave" Asterion said having Mimi direct the voice to Akantha.
