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Inferi

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The dissonance did not dissipate, but it did reduce, accompanying a silence that came about with the darkness. The sounds that it created in her head were still there, but lesser, enough that the overwhelming pressure was only incredibly oppressive. It allowed her to open her eyes, to look out into the darkness, although that was the extent of her ability. Her legs were far too weak to support her weight, and the deafening noise in her mind refused her the ability to hear anything that might be going on.

As her eyes rose, her breath caught in her throat. Rising into the air and moving towards her were faces, ones that she knew. Her sister, her parents, her people. All of those that she had not seen for so many years, and those that she did not know if she would ever see again. She saw the faces of the people she had fought alongside to defend the world, and those that she had killed when there had been no choice.

And then she saw him, the face that she wanted nothing more than to see again, and something inside of her snapped. Everyone else she could stand to see, could bear knowing that they were beyond her grasp, but not him. Nobody could do this. Nobody. He wasn’t gone, wasn’t beyond her reach, and placing him in front of her like this was a method of torture that she could not accept.

From that denial came the only method of defiance that she knew. It started out soft, barely audible, but as her mind began to reject everything that this place was it began to get stronger. She refused to accept this anymore, refused to allow something like this to continue, and the dream state that she had come into allowed her to do one thing that she was unable to do in reality.

It allowed her to sing.

At first, no words left her lips, only sounds that began to form a harmony unlike anything anyone there, herself included, had ever heard, save for perhaps Soahc. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

27-Feb-2016 23:43:32

Inferi

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She did*’t even know what she was singing, her melody taken from the desire that she had to prove this place wrong. This place was chaos, and so what she was singing was what chaos wasn’t . It was Harmony, the essence of her being, the thing that, at her core, made her race the opposite of demonic creatures.

At first, she remained on her knees, head down and arms clutched across her chest, but as her voice began to grow stronger her posture became less pitiful. First her arms uncrossed, palms placed on the floor as they ceased the shaking that had consumed them when her hands had still been over her ears. Then her legs began to strengthen and move, her hands pushing down and giving her the leverage to get up off the ground and back to her feet.

Initially, she swayed, her footing still uncertain, but as she sang she seemed to grow in strength and stability. By the time she was on her feet words had begun to leave her lips, but they were not words in the traditional sense. They were sounds that seemed to have more meaning than the average note, a conglomeration of noises that sounded as though they should be a language even if none alive, save for perhaps deities, would recognize them as such.

As she sang, she became less and less aware of the surroundings, and more aware of the building conflict in her mind. The channel through which the song of Harmony flowed had opened up, and what it let through was pushing back against the debilitating dissonance, the Chaos, that had been pushing her down into madness since she had arrived. The Harmony formed a bastion against it, a mental fortress from which she could stand and project her defiance.

And project it she did. The song reached a point where it could be heard clearly by everyone in the dream, but it never grew to a point where it would be considered loud. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

27-Feb-2016 23:43:37

Inferi

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It always remained at just the right level; not soft enough to prevent it being heard but not loud enough to hurt the ears of a common person listening. It was a perfect equilibrium, but it was not just the volume that adhered to that tenent.

To anyone with even the slightest bit of magical talent, it was clear that the song held a magical nature, and even those who could not recognize that would be able to tell as soon as they could hear it. The Harmony had different effects on the parties in the dream, as there were two main groups that would be affected. There were the humans, most notably Charles and Alania, and they would be on the positive receiving end, as humans were creatures of Harmony at their core. The music would feel as though it was pushing back against the dream, giving them a place to stand amidst the chaos that was enveloping them. Whether they chose to accept the effects were up to them, as nothing Harmony could do to a creature of Harmony could be done without the consent of the individual.

Creatures of Chaos, on the other hand, were not allowed such a reprieve. The tones of Harmony, while gentle and uplifting to creatures of Harmony, were horrible and grating for those creatures of Chaos. As the song pushed against the dream, so too did it push against Spirry and Soahc. It would simply feel unpleasant at first, giving them a slight headache - even in the case of Soahc, since even though he was a god he was still the incarnation of everything that was not Harmony. He might even recognize her song, for it was a relic of an age and a people that had long since had their mark removed from this world.

As for the woods witch, who could tell? She was something different from the rest of them, but whatever she felt from such a song would be as dependant upon what she was as it had been with the rest of them.

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Meanwhile, in the outside world, Siera’s collapse had sent the flute into somewhat of a panic. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

27-Feb-2016 23:43:41

Inferi

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It did not have any knowledge of where she had gone or how to get her back, as it had been unable to follow her into wherever she had gone. That left it with only the option of hovering next to her, desperately playing various pieces of music in an attempt to wake her from whatever sleep she was in.

It could sense the pull on her life, as well, and the howling that was coming first from her room and then from the hall as Robnoxious came running out in a panic just confirmed that their lives were in danger from something that this demon was doing.

Azul might not have been able to tell at first that he was making a bit of a mistake in consuming Siera’s essence, and a lesser one in doing the same with Robnoxious. Both had parts of her soul in them, the latter a much, much lesser part, but that meant they both had Seriyan energy in their life force. For the same reason Siera had suffered negative effects when using the demonic energy in Messia, Azul would find that her life energy, even when diluted with the demonic shreds that he was trying to take, was not exactly kosher dining. To a lesser demon, it would be quite toxic, but to the Caller of Hordes it would be less so. An unpleasant feeling would likely be the worst he would get from it at the beginning.

As it went on, though, something changed. Nobody else would be able to notice, but Azul most certainly would, as the change was to Siera herself. The song that she had begun to sing in the dream transcended the barriers it had set up, and it had begun to course through her body in the real world as well. Harmonious chords coursed through Azul’s mind as he devoured her essence, and if he continued to do so it might have the potential to weaken him. As she was trapped in the dream state, the musician would be unable to focus anything in the real world, but as long as Azul was trying to draw energy from her he would be exposed to the Song. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

27-Feb-2016 23:43:46

Azigarath

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Playroom

“Love... You have good tastes, whatever chaos you are! What, too orderly? But if this just is not your Selathites, your delight, you look like a boring person.” Spirry remarked to himself, referring to Soahc, definitely not expecting the second sentence spoken by the God of Chaos, which took him by surprise; did he hear what he thought he heard?

* * *

Then someone else – no, something else – had appeared. Disconnected from the mortal world, this torturous realm of timeless suffering, indeed, allowed those with supernatural capabilities to go unrestrained in all forms. Then, another surprise, some old thing appeared, simply dropping down like an angel from heaven, seemingly unaffected by the orderly torture going on.

The witch said something, but Spirry completely missed what she said. Taken by surprise, preoccupied with the first feeling of his domain, he did not know how to react to other beings unaffected by suffering. He was in love with suffering, but to those who did not seem to care, well, that took him off-guard, and surprises were something he was not good at dealing with.

*What the **** are you supposed to be? Are you even as old as me?” Spirry whined, referring to the witch, blood leaking out his mouth as he spoke as always, though no-one seemed to hear him, or maybe he was just thinking to himself and forgot to speak, he bending over, elbows bent, and forearms pointing forwards, the skinless, bloody demon acting like an uptight toddler.

* * *

Then, Soahc asked something, wondering why terrible things weren't shown about him, and Spirry returned to normal, stood straight, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked at the God of Chaos, if he noticed him.

28-Feb-2016 00:36:59

Azigarath

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“Well, I don't see anything terrible about you, though I hate that you are so disorganized, I guess Tyrrus would be more fond of me than you. How can you truly love something if you do not wish to be within the boundaries of order? If you truly loved, you would want to suffer as they do,” Spirry groaned, noticing that everything was fading away to blackness at least from his point of view.

A tortured shriek sounded; something of Harmony had appeared, and Spirry said, “Oh, look, another one, where are all you coming from? Ah! I see tears of joy, at least you have the decency to know harmony and beauty.”

“Chaos Deity, they want you to suffer as much as they do, or am I talking to myself? Eh, whatever, talk to myself I shall then.” He continued, apparently being ignored by everyone, or perhaps no-one could hear him, and then heard someone yelling 'no' repeatedly, but he also heard singing, *what is that annoying sound?” The demon asked, but actually wondered if he was under a spell or something, but maybe Soahc would notice someone mumbling in the darkness nearby.

Alania seemed shattered from the sights she had seen, and she did what she could to save her family, seeing their faces over the mechanical skeletons. She struck at the metal things, though machinery was difficult to damage with edged blows (though bashing with the pommel could do some damage).

“Alania, my dear friend, you offered friendship to me, and I offer mine unto you. But please, do not cry, there are so many more things to show you!* Spirry called, talking slowing down a bit and becoming deeper and more sadistic.

* * *

The machinery seemed empowered by suffering and the souls of those trapped here, moving as if by magnetic fields or poltergeists, but it would take explosives, magic, sledgehammers, or sabotage to truly destroy this place.

28-Feb-2016 00:37:17

Azigarath

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“My body is weak to pure magic, a powerful necromancer could command my skeleton, and holy fire can burn me unto healed, but... Look at everything. This is what it sounded like when god created the world!” Spirry said as he appeared, as a machine-filled demon of blood and flesh.

Lengths of machinery arose from the blackness, arching over the beholders, the strange machinery ending in various torturous tips perfect for ripping flesh, skin and tendons off warm bones.

“Welcome, to the new Hell.” Spirry greeted, leaning over and spreading his arms, the red-hot machinery in him visibly burning, smoke and flames appearing here and there in his body; it seemed he had a short discussion with Charles.

“Hunh, what? This is an old domain of mine, I remember this place. This place is Playroom, only child's play, a timeless realm.” Spirry said, walking to the scene, and all of a sudden, a second Spirry stood nearby the dream weaver and Soahc.

The two Spirrys looked at each other at the same time, the skinless bloody one staring at the mechanical-filled Spirry, both of them tilting their heads to their right at the same time, and then they both clasped their hands behind their backs at the same time. It seemed that Spirry's bilocation had kicked in; he was in two places at the same time, however that worked. Was multilocation something addressed by the religions or magic of Engelain?

Newborn pointed at his mechanical self, and then looked at the woods witch, "Did you expect this, too?

* * *

By this time, the skinless, bloody Spirry would now be noticed for sure, unless he had already been noticed, though he did not seem to know what was going on, the Newborn retaining his immature mentality and was somewhat oblivious as usual. The Newborn just stared at the God of Chaos like an idiot. Well, a demonic idiot without eyeballs or skin.

28-Feb-2016 00:37:29 - Last edited on 28-Feb-2016 00:43:49 by Azigarath

Azigarath

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“Yes, let's cut to the chase.” Newborn remarked, acknowledging Soahc's demand. and afterwards, looked back at his other self, “So, you are the other me, a different kind of me, what do you want? This chaos boy, who considers this beautiful engine monotonous, doesn't seem to like being here. Why do you even have skin? You don't need that. If you prefer anything else to this, then you do not know true beauty, you do not want to accept the beauty of agony, you cannot handle it. Your mind is weak.” He continued, snapping his jaws closed at Soahc after finishing his sentence, teeth audibly and rather loudly clicking.

* * *

“We want what every great demon has taken for granted,” Mechanical Spirry replied, smoke fuming out his mouth, and he suddenly titled his head, machines in him cracking aloud, “the inability to suffer. That is a cruel mercy. And what is with that singing? Someone shut that annoying thing up!” Mechanical Spirry continued; indeed, that singing had some sort of sorcery, for magic was unbound in this timeless realm.

It seemed her singing had dissipated the torturous sightings, or at least helped make them go away, allowing the humans ease of mind, or at least being better than the horrors they had witnessed. But if Spirry had more sightings to show, who knows what other madness awaited them.

((btw, very nicely written posts Inferi!))

Feeling great irritation though not bothered by headaches, both Spirrys looked at Siera, that noisemaker. Mechanical Spirry huffed and lifted his head suddenly; a few mechanical limbs arched forth and whipped at Siera, intending to coil around her while twisting into her body, to rip her asunder!

28-Feb-2016 00:37:44

NarBloodwolf

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Rovaan watched as his companions leaped into action to combat Azul, Rovaan pondered join in the fight but, before Rovaan could act it seemed the tide was already changing. Kuro was fighting back Azul and it seemed to be working. The demon's physical form was weakening as Kuro was drawing it back into his body. Everything seemed to be changing for the better until Annie's stray magical bolt phased through the demon and hit Etheldredda. Time seemed to freeze around Rovaan as he saw the bolt coming, he reached out as if he could stop it but alas he was powerless to even try.

Hair hung loose over Rovaan's face as he stood frozen in with his arm outstretched towards where Etheldredda had just stood. Thought as after thought raced through his head as what had just gone bad, went to worse. Azul had begun to reform once more, and Rovaan could feel Azul leeching away at his own demonic energy. But despite the danger and the demon sucking the very life out of him, Rovaan began to laugh. It was low at first, barely noticeable, then it grew and grew until it turned to a maniacal cacophony of crazed laughter. Then it abruptly came to an end as Rovaan lowered his head and gazed at Azul eye to eye.

"Nice try demon. But you are not the first to drain the energy from me. No on the contrary, this pain is nothing. But it amuses me, your attempt to regain power. You are so weak that you must feed on others to gain strength, pitiful. You are nothing more than a maggot wallowing in a dead carcass. You long for power? I shall show you what true power looks like." said Rovaan, his voice dark as a smile spread across his face as he moved his hand towards the gauntlet on his arm, the regulator that kept his own demonic energy locked away and began to chant.

Rovaan had finally lost his mind at this point it seemed. He was about to do the unthinkable and no one in the inn was going to like it. For at that moment, he intended to release his full, unbridled power upon the elder demon.

28-Feb-2016 05:28:18

NarBloodwolf

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The floor around Rovaan began to glow with an unearthly light, as a magical circle began to draw itself around him. Then another began to form in air around his torso, then another around his head as a crimson halo, each marked with a mixture of demonic and arcane script.

"I who shall awaken from this slumber...." Rovaan began as spectral orbs of crimson light appeared and surrounded him.

The gem on Rovaan's gauntlet had now began to pulse with a deep crimson light, bathing him in its glow as his form began to change. The sounds of snapping muscle and sinew, the breaking and creaking of shifting bone filled the still air around Rovaan.

"am the demon that shall devour this world..."

Horns now began to sprout from Rovaan's head, two pairs that curved towards the back of his head like the horns of a dragon, the whites of his eyes darkening to become as black as Azul's demonic soul. Spires of bone that looked like the rocks on a barren coastline burst through the flesh of his elbows, sending droplets of blood to the floor.

"Know my power and tremble...."

Rovaan's flesh now looked as if it was being torn asunder as large crevasses marked his exposed flesh. Soon those began to fill with the burning fires of hell itself. From the base of his spine shot fourth a tail, cracked and glowing with hellfire while looking to be made of living stone.

"Fear my coming with each beat of your heart..."

From Rovaan's back burst fourth a pair of leathery wings fit for those of a demon. These too seemed to radiate the hellish flames that poured out from the rest of his body. The folds of skin between the bones, their veins glowed like magma waiting to burst fourth to the surface of the earth.

"I shall drown this world in blood.."

The rest of Rovaan's body now became a mix of wolf and what looked to be dragon as the chant neared its end. If there was a time to stop Rovaan, this was it.

28-Feb-2016 05:47:42

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