Darkness Meets Shadows (Bazantar/Open)

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[brandon007]

NOW is this thread done? XD

[Bazantar]

((I did not intend for it to be. As it is, I'll put up the thread for grading when it's done, so you don't have to worry about any of that)).


“Yes and I will do anything to attain Ascension.”

Bazantar smiled. As soon as he saw the name he knew this one held promise. The demon elder lashed his arms forward, magical energy emanating from his form.
"I like that answer... It is a shame really" His sneer grew absolutely diabolic, demonic energies swirling.

Perhaps Azreal would think that he was finally receiving the power he sought, for Bazantar was calling forward a spell upon his being. It would be a jarring shock when this proved to be anything but the case. Instead of gifting him with the promised power, the demon elder had summoned fourth his abyssal binding, robbing him of his strength.

Rather than the substantial 372,000 of his true form, the most he could muster was a mere fraction of this(your base, 37,200 , for i have stolen the rest). If he were to reach for his own enhanced strength, he would instead find only an empty pit, a well of nothingness where his strength should otherwise have been.

The demon had tricked him, rather than granting him strength he had weakened him immeasurably. The mazoku elder clicked his fingers, and his demonic guards begun to close in.

"You don't know me, you've graced my presence for all of two minutes, and yet you enter into a contract you know nothing about, trusting only that an evil old wizard would tell the truth about such fabulous claims merely because he drawns you into his trapping with subtle magics, terrorises you with vile apparitions and outlines dubious conditions." The elder laughed
"You are either unquestionably desperate or a cretinous fool."

He turned towards his subordinates, and addressed the two who appeared most similar to one another
"Kontra, Bas, I have taken what I desired... dispose of him."

A knowing grin came between the two. Their elder was as devious as ever, and they relished every moment of it.

The demon elder flicked his wrist, and the mist reared up around them all. When it retreated, they found them self outside the confines of the overhang and its shrine, instead in an open plane on the ragged mountain side pass.
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Kontra would fly in, utilising ki threads not entirely dissimilar to the demonic threads of their elder. Unlike his however they were not designed to restrain. Kontra would touch his fingers to the floor, and in a swinging motion draw the threads up over his head, circling his arm up and around Azreal's neck like a loose fitting noose. One solid tug and and they would tighten, slicing through flesh and and bone like razor wire.

At the same time, Bas would be charging his Explosive Demon Wave, ready to level the attack at Azreal should the Arcosian dodge or flee. From there the two would leap in for a furious melee, lighting fast punches and kicks coming from both at once.

((The fight it on and the unlock is not happening. I just stole your beans, stole your power, wasted your time, and am going to kill your character now. How will Azrael react?))

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Moments after the last word left Azrael’s mouth Bazantar smiled before throwing his arms forward. Magical energies poured from him and surrounded the Icejin. It appeared the power he had searched so long for was finally within his grasp. But something felt off.

“I like that answer… It’s a shame really.”

The elder’s smile twisted in horrid ways, and it became clear to Azrael that it was a deception. Immediately he pooled his power, aiming to punish his deceiver, but found that it had lowered and was lowering more and more with each new second. With all his mental faculties he grabbed hold and pulled at his fleeing strength, struggling with the technique that was upon him. It was of no use however, soon Bazantar’s hands fell to his side and it was done. Azrael was the power of but a first-form. The thief snapped his fingers and two of his guards began to advance. The Icejin’s fingers tightened around the katchin staff which stood at his side.

"You don't know me, you've graced my presence for all of two minutes, and yet you enter into a contract you know nothing about, trusting only that an evil old wizard would tell the truth about such fabulous claims merely because he draws you into his trapping with subtle magics, terrorizes you with vile apparitions and outlines dubious conditions."

It was not that he trusted the elder, for Azrael did not. In fact he had not underestimated the reviled creature but had rather overestimated him. To betray the Angel of Death was fools choice, the only mistake was thinking the being too smart to make such a folly. The demonic elder laughed.

"You are either unquestionably desperate or a cretinous fool."

Azrael ignored the jab, feeling it was below him to indulge the elder’s vision of him. The thought had occurred to him, given the nature of the prize, that this could indeed be another test. It seemed unlikely, but the Icejin felt it only fair to make his intentions known.

“An agreement was made and accepted. You’re betrayal brings you a debt with but two escapes. One is the power I was promised, as well as mine returned. The second is death…”

Before he could finish, the elder furthered his insulting behavior, interrupting before going a step further and turning his back to the Icejin.

"Kontra, Bas, I have taken what I desired... dispose of him."

They shared their master’s hideous grin, before a flick of the puppet master’s wrist enveloped them in a deep, dark mist. Dissipating near as quickly as it arrived, Azrael found himself in an open plane with mountains to his side. He quickly surveyed the situation as the demons, each totaling just below him in power. It was two against one and each was his equal in power, death seemed imminent but he did not worry. The cold hands of the world below always beckoned for him but could never attain him; and they would not now either.

Kontra flew in, touching the ground momentarily before swinging up, invisible strands of ki coming to rest on arm and shoulders. Bas meanwhile held one arm at the wrist holding the other palm first at Azrael. An eerie power began to charge around his open hand; evil incarnated in the form of energy. Meanwhile a slender curved blade, crackling with glowing crimson ki, grew from the apex of his staff. Buying as much time as he could, he locked eyes with Kontra, waiting for him to activate is move while Bas powered up.

A flicker in his eye and a twitch of his muscles was all the signs the black and red Icejin needed to know what was coming. As he went to pull his arm back, the strings tightened around nothing but black smoke before harmlessly falling to the ground, if not dissipating entirely. Using a move he had learned while under the tutelage of the Emperor of Kold, Azrael instantly transmitted himself to the side of Kontra, making sure the red skinned warrior stood between him and Bas.

“For death pays all debts.”

Gripping the scythe with both hands he swung downwards and at an angle, from his target’s shoulder to his hip. Whether or not the attack found Kontra was of little consequence for he would cast off the blade as an expanding crescent energy attack which would continue into the being before him. Should he dodge it would instead move on to find a vulnerable Bas.

His staff gripped tightly in his hands and his eyes glowed a terrible red. He was prepared to defend himself with the staff’s eternal metal against any physical retaliation, and his eyebeams were ready and searching for the perfect opportunity to strike.