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Post by blacknoise on Jan 23, 2016 7:46:50 GMT
"DO YOU SEE ME NOW?!" Timore stood in the forest outside Etirath, shell torn from his body, power coursing through his veins as he laughed at the sky. The well had burst forth, the black hole turning the very earth beneath his feet a jet black. Rain and thunder rippled through the sky, as if the very elements of the world itself were attempting to defy Timore. But nothing could defy the demon that stood now, his power scorched the very fabric of the world around him.
"This is just the beginning! I'm done hiding, do you hear me, Den?! First Theolandra, then every single remnant of your influence on this world. In fifty years, NO ONE WILL KNOW ANY OF YOU EXIST! So fight me, fight me you arrogant sons of bitches. Fight me and die!
It was as if the entire world was gripped in fear, at this moment, and the sheer terror flooding in from Etirath alone was intoxicating. There was no reason to wait any longer, he would end the Divines. If someone did not challenge him at this moment, then Timore knew what he would need to do. If they thought the bloodborne king was necessary of divine intervention, then they had seen nothing compared to havoc Timore was prepared to unleash. This was it, the first defining moment of the Lord of Fear. No second chances, no quarter.
So, looking once more to the sky, he called forth.
"I challenge you, Udel!" Timore sought blood.
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Post by Divine Destiny on Jan 24, 2016 2:47:04 GMT
A change came over the world around before Timore had even finished speaking. In timing with his rant at Den, amidst the storms and chaos and rippling tides of terror, the air before him seemed to liquify. It took on the chromatic hue, akin to the surface of a soapy bubble, shimmering and dancing in the all-barraging aura of the Dreadmonger. Swiftly, it started to condense, drawing itself in to a single point twenty feet above the ground. An orb began to form. Congealing in layers of pearly wind, glistening like a moonstone in the nighttime glow, it soon grew to the size of a small boulder. It hovered there in silence for a few long moments, as if waiting for a cue, and then released a single, brilliant flash of light. Reality itself cracked underneath. A gaping chasm, from the effervescent ball to the blackening soil, ripped through space in accompany with the sound of a thousand shattering glasses. A trembling wail, a wuthering of the unseen winds of Abandon, wept out of the wound, meeting the terrible miasma the King of Fear exuded. Then, from the gap, mist flowed. It took a shifting, slender form from orb above to ground below. A twister of formless energy, crackling and creaking for cries, bounded only by the will of the great mind behind it. A pillar of lightning cracked through it once, and then once more, and existence bowed around it in subservience. The sky above became the body's cloak, the land below its flesh and skin. Nexus. This was the word that one might use to describe it, to describe the acts and powers that toyed with the plane of mortality. She who bestowed the dreaming mind, a crossroads of all that was and is and ever will be, the twisting of all threads into a single tapestry of fate-distorted light. A third strike of the storm's wrath surged through the center of the visage, and in that brilliant light all the shifting turned static. Before Timore now stood Divine Destiny herself.
<<You challenge me, child.>> Udel spoke in unison with his ending lines. Or maybe speak is the wrong word to use, as no words left her in either breath or thought. No, it was more as if the words just... happened, became in the world by will and were banished by the will withdrawn. Images danced on the surface of the goddess' face as the message was given, of dancing children and dying children and screaming and crying and on and on and<<This was a mistake.>> Other great mistakes were glimpsed, those that were and those that were to be in endless flickering slides. Kingdoms crumbling to ash, hearts broken into dust, gods defeated by the underlings they thought themselves above. The Divine watcher saw naught the signs she showed. For one who sees all that is predestined, a limited attention was a hindrance, and at this time her fullest focus was on the grotesque beast before her.
<<Den told me to reprimand you, but you are too much of a nuisance for that. You fog my visions and murky the waters of what-is-to-come, you break what we have fostered... you think yourself such a powerful thing to do that. But you are no god... you are not even something that should be. Your only purpose is to keep the Sunmaster collected, a loathsome well of negativity that has been allowed for far too long.>> The Divine opened her hand, and when it closed, it held a staff. The weapon was not summoned, but merely was.
<<You seek greater purpose.>> The pole began to glow with a soft, blue hue, the dowsing end alight with brilliant potential.
<<I will gladly give you meaning. You are meant to be destroyed, and my hand will bring this fate upon your pitiful head.>>
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Post by blacknoise on Jan 24, 2016 4:01:23 GMT
Entirely silent, entirely still, the Lord of Fear did not even seem to acknowledge the arrival of the Divine. He spoke no words to reply to her statements, standing in the presence of god and storm like a defiant mountain, with a pride too large to kneel. The Lady of Destiny, her power was incomprehensible to mortal man, it was nigh incomprehensible to Timore himself. To dwell upon it, to study it, was known to drive mortal men mad. As the Last Divine spoke her last, bringing her weapon into being as if it had always been there, Timore laughed.
A high pitched, grating, annoying laugh. Filled with mirth and overflowing with sarcasm, he laughed even harder. No blades, staffs, or weapons of any kind summoned to the hands of Timore, but he held forth a hand nonetheless. Grinning, he remarked.
"Finally." A bright beam of light burst forth from the palm of his hand, ripping towards Udel at light speed, seeking to put a hole into the center of the divine seer. As he attacked, it was clear he was holding back. His power withdrew, sinking into his being and seeping out through his skin, burning away the roots that constantly tore at his flesh.
Something appeared off about the Lord of Fear, he was not himself. There was no gathering of strength, no drawing upon the greater fear of the world, nothing more than simple, mortal mage attacks. Following the light, a fireball, a bolt of lightning, a boulder yanked from the ground and thrown at the Divine from behind. Relatively difficult to mortals, childs play to Divines.
Was it that Timore was preparing for later, was it that he was truly weak? Or, was it that he was afraid. Staring into the face of a god, one whose power appeared to far surpass that of Timore's own, did he regret his decision? It was far too late to take back what he said, what he had done, now.
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Post by Divine Destiny on Jan 24, 2016 4:45:38 GMT
The opponent laughed, the opponent attacked. It was difficult to comprehend how the ant, however powerful he might be in his own tainted eyes, thought himself on level with true Divinity. Udel knew Timore's motions before he even made them, seeing every strike play out in a thousand different ways. And in that moment, she chose the path that seemed the wisest. His laughter showed his follious hubris, the same err his sire possessed. That made sense, that the spawn would mimic its ancestor's flaws, like an unconscious echo formed in magic and imitation. It was sad that the pride was so misplaced. As the bolt of luminescence shot from the Firstborn's open fist, the goddess swung her dowsing staff. It sliced the feeble attempt in twain.
<<You are hiding your full strength. Whatever tactic you hope to use by doing so, realize it is futile. I do not mind->> Three more strikes of sub-par caliber, the only possible advantage behind them being surprise. But for the near-omniscient Udel, surprise was difficult to accomplish, and she already knew the level of Timore's power. He was so much more naive than she realized. She released her grip on the rod, allowing it to float behind her and swiftly parry the simplistic spells. The fireball fizzled, the lightning faded, and the boulder shattered into a million pebbles. In all this time, the Lady of Destiny never stopped talking.<<-this faked weakness. It eases the burden of my task.>>
Without ever batting an eye, the Divine was already clapping her hands together. The staff, now oriented directly behind her, began to glow. From the tip of the weapon spread a orbital pattern, a lined glyph cornered by six circles. Udel quickly twisted her steepled hands outward. The circles flashed, and six balls of energy flew towards the fearmonger. It was an attack more of symbolism than of utility... the paths they traced in the air were sporadic, unpredictable, but the destination they sought was the same.
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Post by blacknoise on Jan 24, 2016 5:08:38 GMT
Timore's eye flashed over the glyph, reading it and, almost instantaneously, reacting to it. Suddenly, Timore ceased holding back. As if in direct response to Udel's statement, Timore unleashed his being. Fear flooded from him, terror, an overall sense of dread, he spared nothing. The abyss stared into the eyes of eternity, and their power clashed once more.
As the first orb approached, Timore seemed to dematerialize the very second it should have hit him, only to rematerialize and annhilate the orb instantaneously. Four more followed suit, dematerializing and rematerializing in quick succession, faster than any mortal eye could even follow. The last orb, however, he did not disperse. Timore caught it, and gripped it in his hands. Powerfully, he smashed it between his palms like an insect, before flinging his hands outward to reveal a massive, black spear made entirely of magic.
Snapping back, Timore flung the spear at Udel's heart. It accelerated mid-flight, and if it came in contact with Udel's staff then it would explode with enough force to leave a crater in the space that Udel now stood. The very instant the spear left Timore's hand, he would dematerialize once more, becoming like smoke on the wind and whisking away to another point on the battle field. While he could not be seen, he could be sensed, preparing something.
The darkness had fully revealed itself. While Udel likely wouldn't fear it, she would realize there had never before been anything like it. It was something strange, something wrong, something that needed to be destroyed.
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Post by Divine Destiny on Jan 24, 2016 6:37:16 GMT
Udel seemed unphased by the sudden increase in power, nor was she surprised by Timore's countering of her spell. It was one of the two plausible outcomes, and the only outcome in which Timore survived. To be entirely honest, the Divine wanted to draw the fearmonger into using his full strength, just to see what it was. Looking ahead, she was unable to ascertain his actual potential, and unknown truths were particularly irksome. This uncapping of energy was anticipated, even goaded... but if this was truly the furthest Timore could go, he still leaved much to be desired.
<<Better.>>
Udel stated as the dreadlord summoned a spear of midnight black. She allowed the projectile to accelerate towards her, not flinching once in its potent advance. Instead, the staff revolved around her body in a whiplike flash, intercepting the blast. As soon as it erupted, the goddess disappeared into a shimmering haze, coalescing a few yards back from the dust-obscured crater. She held out her hand, and the staff returned to her unscathed, rotating like a windmill against her open palm. Timore had vanished, but to where? This was one of those irritating obscurities that seemed to plague the Firstborn pest. The foresight searched through possibilities, but met only rampant static, a dark-white noise that didn't have any right to exist. Vision scanned both present and future for any sign of motion, the anticipation building in the goddess' chest. Not fear. Just tension.
<<Hiding will not save you from your destiny.>> The rod began to spin faster, glowing again with the cerulean power. Glyphs traced through the air, the same pattern imprinted over and over in a congruent arc, and six circles quickly grew to sixty, then six-hundred, as the echoes of the original casting were traced again and again. Udel swung her hand above her head, and the swiftly moving staff followed suit. The mass of glyphs scintillated brilliantly, almost blindingly, and released a veritable barrage of missiles into the air. They spiraled upward and outward, descending upon the battlefield like hail from hell itself. Wherever an orb landed, it imploded, leaving a gaping chunk out of whatever it struck. Five seconds later, the evaporated targets appeared overhead, an aftermath of debris to follow up the deadly shower. Dirt, rock, plant matter... and hopefully, bits of Timore.
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Post by blacknoise on Jan 24, 2016 7:04:26 GMT
Timore wondered whether or not Udel could predict his location, and was promptly answered by the glyphs that rapidly multiplied overhead. Curses flashed into his mind moments before the orbs slammed into the ground and directly into his body. Explosions rocked the landscape, forever changing it and shaping it into a battlefield. So this was but a small taste of the power of a god, it was beyond amazing. Timore could barely hold back his amazement, and the pain.
A projection, a faceless shell, of the Lord of Fear would materialize behind Udel, both hands swinging a second black spear, seeking to slice Udel from neck to midsection, cut the divine open and see what was inside. Or at least, that's what it appeared to be. Simultaneously, the real Timore leapt up and gripped something from among the debris, quickly snapped it back into place.
It was his arm.
In an instant, it was reattached and healed as if it caused him no difficulty whatsoever. However, the Lord of fear was panting. His blonde hair falling, soaked in sweat, about his face as he recomposed himself. In that moment, Timore looked more mortal than he had in over a thousand years. Hurt, injured, trying to rapidly repair his body as it tore itself apart from the inside in addition to the damage that Udel had done to him, the daunting knowledge of his own mortality was more evident than ever. Regardless of what happened to his projection, Timore would summon a third spear to his hands and call out to Udel.
"Pathetic! And you call yourself the Divine of Destiny? You don't have the power to eliminate a single insect, let alone me!" Instantly, Timore would charge forth, wielding the spear and seeking to impale Udel. If Udel attempted to block the spear, like the last one, it would explode. If she struck at him, his spear, or attacked the Lord of Fear at all, he could dematerialize and rematierialize directly behind her in an instant.
What Timore did not realize, however, was that those actions could be seen and predicted by Udel. It was a thought in his head, he knew it, but it had not fully dawned upon him yet.
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Post by Divine Destiny on Jan 25, 2016 12:30:57 GMT
As the debris settled, so did Udel's mind. The aggravating static that clouded her future visions began to clear, giving rise to the unfolding of paths that lay before her. Taking as much advantage of the clarity as she could, she began playing out the most probable outcomes, narrowing down her expectations as quickly as she was able. In her mind's eye, a shadow lurked behind her. The goddess turned.The empty-faced assailant was poised to strike, his hands entwined around another deadly spear. In a moment of panic, the Divine raised her hands to the attacker's chest, mantling him in a sea of the blue light. When the glow evanesced, the apparition was gone, as was a large chunk of the ground around it. Udel let free a strained sigh, inwardly chastising herself for overreacting. She was liable to fatigue herself from too much wanton unmaking, and whatever the nature of that conjuration was, it was not the true Timore. No, the true Timore...The Lady of Fate swiveled her head in the Lord of Fear's direction before he even voiced his taunt. The creature began to rush at her, yet another of the spears held in his hands. He was beginning to seem a one trick pony after all. It was somewhat saddening, that a being intelligent enough to catch her off guard was so weak in actual effect. Before he could even reach her, Udel grabbed her staff and rose high above the battlefield.
<<This ends now, spawn. We have dallied long enough.>> The goddess raised a hand, its palm pointed towards Timore, its surface emanating the soft, cerulean light.
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Post by blacknoise on Jan 25, 2016 19:28:10 GMT
Eighteen thousand leagues of distance surrounding the ninth sun in the sixth orb of the night refocused nightmares bleeding eyes in middle of a bright sun blotted out by the eternal abyss within THERE IS WRONG SOMETHING
A flash of light, a blast of power, and overwhelming confusion racked the brain of Timore. His brain could hardly register what was going on right at that moment, let alone what had just happened seconds before. Had he, moved? Or, no, provided a barrier? Both? His brain scrambled to provide an explanation, words came out incorrectly, nothing was where it should have been.
Udel would have seen clearly. The Lord of Fear had instinctively reacted when he saw the light emanating from the staff. Timore had simultaneously summoned a barrier of shadows and dematerialized himself. The Shockwave of force from the unmaking of his barrier alone had caused the dematerialized Firstborn to become disoriented, reassembling himself incorrectly. While his body rapidly realigned itself, he expended great amounts of energy to fight against the seed of Azalea within him in order to reassemble correctly.
But the fight went on, and Timore allowed instinct to take over. The abyss broke forth like a great dam, flooding the battlefield with nothing but pure, unbridled, murderous instinct.
Separating himself, two identical versions of Timore charged the Divine. Both dematerialized, the first would rematerialize directly in front of Udel, seemingly aiming to, futilely, punch the Divine in the face. Less than a second before this projection could be attacked, the second one would rematerialize behind Udel, aiming to drive a final, lethal spear through her back.
Seemingly all of Timore's power flooded forth now, he was nearly exhausted, but in his exhaustion he found a single, last burst of strength. Impale Udel, it was do or die time.
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Post by Divine Destiny on Feb 19, 2016 13:11:49 GMT
The light was all-consuming, withering the air and scorching the earth in its cyan blast of absolution. A holy strike that reality itself seemed to cower in fear of, a full affront of Udel's majestic strength, and yet that villainous cockroach still somehow survived. He was ailing greatly, evidently frazzled, but his revolting nexus of energy still trembled in all of it's life-defying glory. The sheer tenacity of that putrid ghast was staggering.
And then, when Udel thought her situation couldn't grow any worse, the monster's power grew. It's emanating miasma was everywhere now, inseminating the very wind with its murkish, blood-hungry wrath. The lady of fate found herself seeing double as Timore split once more, trying to flank her in another foolish and cliche tactic. One of the fearmongers flew at her headlong, fist cocked back in some futile attempt to assault her unarmed. Did the being really think she would fall for such a diversion? She kept her eyes on the one assailant, her mind's eye scrying forward to see the other projection impale her from behind. Seconds before the fact, she grabbed her staff in two hands and drove the point backwards, impaling the backstabbing villain through the chest.
<<I cannot believe you thought that would work. You are more foolish than I thought, certainly, and->>
The other apparition hadn't vanished. It wasn't a distraction? A diversion? A fear effect, then, which would harmlessly cascade against her still-powerful front. In the few seconds she had before impact, her vision told her otherwise. No, this wasn't another illusion.
<<NO you cant>>
Too late. She had seen too late. Den's curse had blinded her.
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Post by blacknoise on Feb 19, 2016 14:56:39 GMT
Without Light, there is no such thing as Darkness. Light is the absence of Darkness, and Darkness is the absence of Light. Even knowing those simple facts, Light and Darkness rarely end up being so simple. In this world, Timore had never experienced pure Light. However, with every waking moment, he experienced pure Darkness.
Pure Darkness so thick, so overwhelming and so terrifying that the mere sight of it made him tremble with fear. Timore, the great Dread Lord himself, trembled and cowered in the presence of this Darkness. The Darkness that he saw every time he looked in a mirror, his Abyss. When he was created, the "Lord of Fear" was no more than a vessel to hold the fears of gods. But in time, those fears took root, grew strong, and desired of their own. Now, Timore was so much more than a shell of fear and anxiety.
He was a walking nightmare. A living incarnation of the evils of the world. This is what Udel would experience, as the horrible, terrifying Abyss engulfed her entire form. Her very soul being ripped out piece by piece, her powers stripping away, and her consciousness feeling nothing but pain. Through the terror, Timore's voice rang out.
"I should take you whole, your Destiny, your power, and your soul. But-" Then, as soon as it started, it was over. Timore released what was left of the once great Divine. The Dread Lord had taken everything from her, her Destiny, her future sight, all of her power. Everything except her soul. As the Lord of Fear descended to the surface of the world, he looked down upon all that was left of Udel.
Rain began to pour down in sheets, drenching Firstborne and former god alike. A faceless monster stared down at her. A cold, dead voice spoke, echoing both through the ears and the mind.
"But that would not satisfy me. So live, Udel. Live as mortal, live in fear, and live knowing that at your final, bitter end, I will be waiting for you." At that, Timore disappeared.
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