In a whisper, high above, on top of a church, he answered the question. Akua will never know the answer. "Because he doesn't care for anyone or anything. He kills for his own hunger, satiating his desires to the fullest. He's a monster."
A sharp whistle echoed in the night air, while a flash of light ran across the darkness. Crimson sprayed the daunting air as a white and red coat danced across the ground. The ebony whip tightened its grip on the vampire's neck while a silver light sprang down, breaking past the bones, towards the heart. Juste stood there, being showered in blood. He removed his saber, yanking the whip, removing the head with great, inhuman force. The vampire hunter walked away, casually drowning himself in darkness.
The figure knelt down, trying to look closer at Verago. As he knelt, he was prepared to lunge forward. His amber eyes shimmered through the darkness of his cowl, the collar hiding the rest of his face. The loose folds danced behind him, dancing about the greatsword. He strained to listen.
A sandy cloaked figure stands upon a burning building, eyeing the eight figures below. He was invisible in a way, for he was so high up. The cloak whipped about silently, a greatsword strapped to his back, shining a rosey color, combined with black tendrils. Runes ran upon the blade, roughly translated as "Grande Mundus" or "Great World", "Ancient World", or "Elder World". The cloaked entity stood and watched, the wind dancing about him abnormally strong.
Name: Juste Belmont Age: 18 Race: Human Clan\Bloodline: Belmont Clan Weapon: Vampire Killer (An ebony whip), Divinus et Lumen (Saber of light) Pic: Personality: Calm, collective. History: Like the Helsings, the Belmonts were one of the greatest vampire clans in all of history. Juste, born amongst the famous clan, lived up to the title. He now hunts for vampires, slaying them quickly with honor intact. The family heirloom, Vampire Killer, is now in his hands... He is an expert at dual-wielding both whip and sword. Played by:Sessamaru
Vallyn, like a silent wisp, snuck past her, eyeing the project. He smirked. He turned and whispered "I'm going to borrow this," and with that, he stole her project, already travelling back to the castle. He moved just as silent as if he were a shadow.
He eyed Shadowbane. Rex never did understand. The swords were all omnipotent. If any of the blades were more powerful than the other, Shadowbane would exceed them all... Only Shadowbane knew how to manifest. Sessamaru, of course, did not know that. He turned to Kretze. "Let's go..."
He cocked an eyebrow, intrigued at what alchemy she created. He leaned casually against the wall. He was safe behind the veil of darkness.
Vallyn muttered a chant, recording the woman's words. He infused the spell into an orb. The orb of sending, he called it. He kept close to the darkness, hiding. He continued to study the woman.
He cursed. "These swords are to be banished, damnit!" Sessamaru shouted, a green and black aura radiating from his body. He walked forward, Shadowbane dangerously close to Lumia. A magical charge was setting off.
Ooc: I never hit you o.o Sessamaru turned. He was becoming impatient.
Vallyn walked towards Ivy's home, or something near that. He walked in, hiding in the shadow flawlessly. He crept into her lab, watching her.
Shadowbane's edge cut him off "I never said anything about Shadowbane," he whispered, not letting Rex go. "Hand over Midnight, or..." He trailed off.
Sessamaru appeared before Rex in a heartbeat. A large gust blew past them. "That sword remains here," he warned, keeping Shadowbane's tip near Rexejon's neck.
Sessamaru gazed at the dual katanas. "Well, seems like you're losing the game, then." Sessamaru didn't move. He held the defensive.
Sessamaru, thinking fast and having his instincts guide him, fell into a roll, quickly twisting back around, blades at the ready. The albino just stared at Rexejon. "Is that all?" He asked.
Due to Rexejon's hesitation, the blades came criss-crossed upon his kidneys, coming from their impossible angles. Sessamaru slid behind Rexejon, already performing two pommel-punches towards the wound.
Dark, shadowy tendrils danced about. Shaar was a shade, with thousands of hidden artifacts about his person. No god could frighten him. Especially with his vampyric dagger in hand. "Gods should die," He cackled as he stepped forward, the shadowstuff dancing about like large serpents.
"Oh?" He whispered, taking on the challenge with grace. He lunged forward, swinging both blades in impossible angles, sliding as he did so.
Ooc: wow o.o Shaar feels replaced. Well I gotta fix that now >: D Shaar walked into the village, his long silver hair dancing about his shadowy body. He was sharp and handsome, and extremely pale. "My, oh my, what have we here? A god? A demon?" He asked Jack, his demonic smile appearing. The Shade swayed to and fro, leaving behind shadowy after-images. He took out a dagger, its ominous aura deadly. "I think it's time that I gained what I desire,"
