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Dang John looks like your getting roasted.
F in chat boys.
ZOCOM and Gavilain
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If anything, this rp with Wabs will be a good lesson about being careful who I decided to simp for. Because it seems John/Richard may not be the best of choices. (Still love ya bro)
The figure does not react to the attempts at intimidation. He does however bow lightly when given the chance to explain himself. "You believe I am a demon wielding petty tricks. While I would bid you be wary of dismissing your adversaries, perhaps I should tell you more of myself first." Myriad pulls down his scarf to fully reveal his face, two white lines run perpendicular to his lips and from his chin upwards around his eyes. "I have spent so long in Yolg that I have forgotten my name, but I am a Soastran. We are a race with stronger souls than most. We do not belong to this world either. So when I died on this planet untold years ago, there was no heaven that would take me. So down to hell I went. However, Soastrans are more lucid after death than most. As I was nothing special when I died, the demons and fiends of Yolg paid my escape little attention at the time."
His pale eyes take a mournful hue. "However all I could do was save myself. There was no escape, nor saving anyone else, outside of the only method I had at the time. I learned to hide myself from all manner of pit-kind, and took in any souls I could find that were not already corrupted by Yolg's influence, becoming a gestalt entity. Not one soul is seeking to aide you, but a legion, a multitude that seeks to save just one without resorting to bringing them into myself. I never would, I fear all these souls that depend on me to set us free will cease to exist if I were to bring Lincoln into me and we reincarnate. There is a method to free these souls within me, I must survive until then."
"But as for your husband, he has been doubly marked." Myriad, aptly self-named, looks up at the giantess. "Both the demon you call Dante and the Demon King seek his power. The Revenant will be willing to let Lincoln's power ferment, but the Demon King will come for him far sooner. I assume that Lincoln had said to you he has made a covenant with the Revenant? I could not imagine any other reason he would let you both out of Perdition."
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"How we must proceed first, is by knowing how this cannot be solved. The death of your husband and his reincarnation are not possible when his soul was bolstered with Perdition's poison. He will return to Yolg, and never to escape." The spirit's whispery tones travel through the air bearing dark tidings. "As will directly challenging the Demon King for his soul. There is no besting the god of that realm in his own domain. No matter how many impressive powers you may contain, all are naught in a god's domain. Worse yet, if Dante fails in ripening Lincoln for the Demon King, or if Dante claims his power for himself, he will send his Champion. That is a demon you must never face. Victory against him means eternal servitude to the Demon King, and loss means your immortal soul is fed to the dark god. Even the Champion seeks eternal release from his torment, but will not show any mercy. Such is the way of the Demon King's whims."
Myriad looks upon the spirit that threatened him, a mild curiosity compared to the nervousness its posturing was meant to create. "You must undo his life without letting him die, and without being stopped by the plane's own energy. Even with your power or the Revenant if he so desired to cleanse him, as he seems mad enough, the call of Yolg would be far too formidable to simply clean. But there is a method. An artifact of immense power from an era long gone; The Wishing Machine."
Papa what are you doing bringing up the wishing machine, thats BAAAAD
I can only faintly think of what you're doing but dooooon't
The sudden surge of power already surprised the Lost beast in the visage of Kirk's gravest sin, though the Bat-like lost sunk its claws into the wooden beams beneath it, the muscles on its legs tensing up as it watched for the moment his sword moved. This was the very reason why Salem made it this way, a cursed abomination of Salem's personal design that preyed on the greatest failure of the one facing it.
The distanced slash tore down the very building the Lost stood upon, several others behind it were torn down by wind and fire that sliced stone clean in two and roasted the wooden supports. Though there was no corpse to be seen in the debris that clattered noisily to the ground around him.
"Do you hate me that much~?"
A storm of Air Bullets buffets his body from behind, not strong enough to kill but certainly enough to tear the skin and armour he wore that would be warped by the sheer increase in his fake Aura transformation and the fires he let roar from his body. The haunted voice of his wife taunting him as the Beast saunters on the roof of a building behind him. It was toying with him, it wanted to feast on his despair and rage more, his attack was simply filled with such venomous passion that it couldn't help itself.
"It won't be as easy as the first time you devoured me my love~ Try harder in killing me!"
The sword whirls about before he does, setting an arc of fire hurtling towards the Forgotten once he had recovered his balance from the magic impacting his body. Such pain was a dull experience under the mental stress he is suffering now.
A toothy grin covered the face of the Lost beast as the arc of fire magic, a powerful bat of her winged arms sent her hurtling skywards before the arc could reach her. She was quite agile, being careful not to get close to him seeing as plenty had happened in his trial up to now for the Cursed Lost to know enough about the Drinker and his own abilities.
The Bat kept her movements erratic while up in the air, using the surrounding buildings to her advantage as she persisted in using the stone surrounding hem to counter Kirk's Wind magic, using pure strength to kick whole sections of building at him before she uses her speed to move behind buildings and waiting the the familiar noises of the casting of his magics to dodge and evade him.
"You're struggling so much Kirk, why not just give in?"
Her probing continued through echoes from afar, taunting smiles and bared teeth flash in his vision between collapsed buildings as large chunks of broken buildings were flung at him. Her taunting's only growing closer and closer to home.
"What do you hope to accomplish? You devoured me, I can never be brought back now thanks to that. You know that riiiight~ Or is this about Audrey..?"
OOC: *Is alive*
So you are, but are you really? Give us proof
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"I do not. Only rumors. I know it is in this Sector, and I have a few ideas where to find clues." The figure is silent for a time, weighing his words carefully and preparing himself for the whispered words he speaks next. "My life, and all the lives I have carefully safeguarded, are in your hands. After everything I have done, I am still only a soul, not even fit to become a ghost. I can no longer survive outside of the Greater Planes, outside of your mind. It is a selfish request for me to make, but for the sake of myself and, to you, more importantly your husband, we must seek out the Machine before the Demon King no longer finds mirth in Dante's rebellion. Nothing that is born from those pits can be trusted. Yolg's denizens are masters of manipulation. Such is the way of tormentors."
The best place for his anger and grief is inside him, fueling the power that the Forgotten continues to evade. No, he had to close the gap. The sounds the monster now hears is the explosive impacts of Kirk rocketing through the city after the Forgotten, leaping across hurled sections of buildings and through the floors, then jumping from those still standing to close the gap. His sword still burns with fire, but this time he is more ready to give chase and stay within range of the monster that impersonates his wife's final moments, close enough to slay it permanently.
And his jaws are clamped tightly shut, locked tight in resistance of rising to the monster's taunting bait. It takes everything he is to not respond to the vile monster daring to utter his daughter's name. He has a special hell in store for this loathsome thing.
The Boss: While you're here. *Slides them all a picture* I'm looking for a man.
ZOCOM and Gavilain
The diciple of Rego and the creation of Gilganax, both existences that rival the other just look to the Boss: you son of a b!tch I'm in
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Outside her room she sees Myriad once again, leaning against the doorway and merely watching her pass. His form seems as ghostly as it did in her dream, if not moreso. "Forgive me if I seem crass, but satisfying your carnal needs does not seem like a fitting way to safeguard your husband's soul from being a demon's food."
His existence in the real world is limited to her mind, as there is nothing there for Richard or Lincoln to react to. Under different circumstances Richard would in fact see the lost soul, but his reaction now would alert the demons watching through Lincoln's eyes that something was amiss. He would have no errors here as to what they were dealing with, or that he existed for the moment beyond Lynn's mind.
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