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Topic Started: Dec 27 2013, 12:47 PM (1,701 Views)
Luxilya
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Located at the carnival. People usually come here for picnics or to just relax.

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Malcolm
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The moment she pulled away from him, his Anger's Aura started to radiate strongly, the bench and the concrete itself starting to crack. He stood up, holding the bench, and starts to walks slowly towards her, lifting the bench up by his hand. He glared down at her, his face in a deep scowl, his blood-crimson eyes glowing bright. All the Darkness around them crawled towards Malcolm's as they all resonated, as if it were all a human heart. However, this "heart" would have been stone-cold as it was the most malicious heart beat ever. Malcolm's hair fell messily over his face, as his Aura grew stronger and stronger, the Darkness starting to go out of control, spikes and tendrils starting to rise and lash-out at the people around them. They were slow, and inaccurate, but only on purpose. Malcolm was trying to contain his anger, and not let too much of his tricks out to the public. But as he gazed down at Xepheria, his scowl hardly seemed to represent the anger he actually had. Despite his Aura being this strong, it wasn't even close to half of his real anger. Half of what he really was.
Half of the monster.
He tossed the bench aside, through several trees and embedding it deep into a wall of a building some distance away.
He held her head, clenched, and lifted her by it, his other hand curled into a solid fist. He pulled her so her head was beside his, and trying very hard not to kill her, he whispered into her ear, his deep, low, raspy voice resonating with so much anger, it sounded shaky.

"Who said you could put your lips on Wrath?", he growled, snarling and hissing silently as he pronounced the "S".
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Xepheria
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She knew that this would happen, she knew that he would snapped, She should have expected it more though.... And now, She imagined herself, Her lifeless body laying on her own puddle of blood, She smiles as she close her eyes, And tightly grips on the man's hand that held her head. In all honesty, She was hurt from the way he held her abd lifted her, She felt like her head would seperate with her body soon, Hearing his voice.. It finly scared her a bit, She lowers her head

"Who said so? Ask.. I never did, No one did except for someone.. I was forced to, And I never said that I like it though.. I never planned for this to happen" She replies in a quiet tone, Her voice was slightly shaky, She sighs

"Have the urge to kill me? Then so do it.. But remember what will be the consequences when you do it.. Make my body lifeless and soulless, Laying on a puddle of blood that's from mine.. You like to see people die, Right?" Her tone was hurt and she was in pain, She curls her hand into a fist, Her nails dugging through the skin making it bleed slightly.
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Malcolm
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He hissed, in anger and retort, and at the same time, the spikes and tendrils grew larger and went more out of control. Anger's Aura was at the point where even the air around him was blood-red. Screams of the people around them filled the air. People ran in all directions, avoiding the sharp spikes and the just as sharp tendrils that were lashing out. Some sank into the Darkness that enveloped the land, trying desperately to claw their way out, but it was no use.
They sank into the Darkness.
And they would never come back.
This was the monster Malcolm was.
This was what he did for a living.
He held Xepheria tighter in his grasp. He wanted to kill her. Oh, how he wanted to kill her. He hasn't killed anyone yet, except those who made the mistake into sinking into the Darkness. But their was their fault.
But even if he wanted to kill her, she had no price on her head. None yet. And he didn't want to ruin the chances of someone paying him to kill her. 'Sides, she was forced to.
And from that, he grew even more furious, knowing someone would play a childish joke like this on the Sin.
The Sin of anger.
The Sin of destruction.
The Sin of annihilation and extermination.
The Sin of Death and Pain.
He wanted to know who.
He wanted to know who would dare anger Wrath.
He glared deep into the girl's eyes, and made it evident, all the tendrils, all the spikes around them, halting all at once, as if it were put on pause.
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Xepheria
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The girl's heart were starting to beat fast.. Too fast, When he held her tighter.She whimpers but nothing more, She wanted to stop this, But seeinh him like tjis right now pained her more, He really must have been bothered, Insyead of fear.. She was pained, She doesn't know why though, It must have been too sudden for him. She tried to bear the pain as she tries to let and succeeds, Readying herself. She speaks..

" I don't want to fight, Wrath! Please.." She begs, She really didn't want to, Besides... It's also quite against the rules when one of the people of both kingdoms would fight, She pitied the victims of what Malcolm did also, Seeing them like that made het chest feel heavy, As if she remembers something. She wanted to apologize of what she did, Though she knew that it was already late also, A sorry is still isn't enough for what she did
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Malcolm
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His watch started to beep, and Malcolm stared at her, as if contemplating what to do. Murder her, or get to work?
He stared deep into her eyes, and soon after, he put her down, quite harshly, but at least he didn't drop her. Anger's Aura disappeared, and the Darkness disappeared immediately. It looked like another normal day in the park if it weren't for the dozens of unconscious, not dead, bodies littered around the area. Malcolm glared down at the girl and scowled.

"Whatever. I'll track whoever forced you to down. And I'll murder you both when I do.", he said, snarling. He brushed his hair back yet again with his hand, his dazzling hair yet again falling behind his ear regally.

The watch started beeping again, and he cussed intensely. He glared at her one more time, before sinking into his shadow, leaving.
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Xepheria
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She sighs, It didn't end well but at least it was finish, Right? She sits on the ground, Her head throbbing from the pain when he held her on the head tigthly, Her vision was too blurry that she really didn't know what's what.. She stands up slowly but almost tripped, She leaves the place... Holding her bleeding hand
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Asmodeus
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"Leedle lee, leedle loo, leedle deedle twiddly dee.~"

Somebody was singing an incredibly happy, nonsensical tune, tottering down the dimly lit path like a drunkard. Uneven footing didn't help much for the swaying gait of the inebriated man, the occasional hiccup stopping his slurred singing.

Asmodeus was usually an extremely composed and calm, albeit grumpy, man, who disliked overly bright things. And here he was, acting like an utter loony-tune. When had this started? Well, it probably all began when Lust herself wandered into the temple, holding an anonymous bottle. Inside, a slightly luminous poison-purple liquid swirled around, sloshing up the sides of the tinted glass. He'd never met her before, and had to admit that she did give off a rather pleasant dark aura. Her darkness wasn't the only thing he found pleasant though. Though the bishop holed himself up in the temple for a majority of his time, he still had interest in women. And for some unfathomable reason, the moment they'd made eye contact, he sort of crumbled, and obliged to her requests.

Following a foggy, messed up path of fate from there, he'd found himself wandering in the Rainbow Kingdom after a day at the arena. It would seem that the potion she had insisted he drink wasn't to 'help him cope with his claustrophobia in crowds' after all. His mind wasn't working straight enough anyway to figure out what the manipulative woman had done, nor why she had done it.

Thus, the masked man found himself waving his arms around like a hoodlum, shouting at the top of his lungs,

"I'M A LITTLE TEAPOT, SHORT AND STOUT, *hic* MARY HAD A.. A... What was it again? Leedle leedle dee doopity doo dah~"
Edited by Asmodeus, Jan 10 2014, 06:14 PM.
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Naiya
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The night was unusually calm and peaceful, a gentle breeze stirring the grass like rippling waves, dark tangled tresses several shades deeper floating on the winds. Porcelain hands clasped under a pale shin, deep dark orbs dancing across the moonlit park. A slender figure perched on high branches, silhouetted black against the white lunar face, shimmering starlight glimmering down like thousands of tiny silver glitter particles dancing down to earth. Serenity embodied was this place, cool crisp air refreshing in its grace.

A disembodied voice was carried along the winds, a horribly off-key tune bellowed loudly, words slurred together as if from an inebriated person. A flight creasing of brow signified a frown, irritation flashing through forest optics. If not for the dark shadowy feeling and the chaotic density of his aura she felt, she would have left, as silently as she came, before her night was marred any longer. However from her sensor's perspective, this person was the Black Bishop, yet she was certain the reclusive man was not the type to drink. Certainly a mystery, one she intended to see through.

She gaped, disbelief written over her delicate features, almost unable to believe her eyes. Almost in a horrified trance, she pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. The sharp pain brought her out of her stupor, and she cautiously approached him as one might a dangerous animal.

"Asmodeus? Black Bishop?" Despite what her senses were telling her, she needed a verbal confirmation, just to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. Who wouldn't?
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A grin was barely visible beneath the eerily unfitting mask, said man doing a little twirl as he waltzed over to the sound of a curious voice. "Cuckoo, he's not here right now, call again later.~ Ahahaha~" he chimed, suddenly lurching forward to grab Naiya by the shoulders, taking her roughly and spinning with her. "Come, come, dance with me!" He laughed once more, coughing slightly as his voice grew hoarse from the shouting.

Asmodeus had many fears, namely haphephobia as the strongest. The fear or being touched, or touching others. And right now, against all his instincts, he was dancing merrily down a path with a young girl. His agility may have surprised Sloth, seeing as he never appeared to move fasted than a snail's pace, shuffling everywhere, unless it was the temple where he nimble scales the rocks. It was rather unsettling to say the least though, to see the Black Bishop in such a carefree manner.
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Naiya
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She was still shellshocked, and that combined with Asmodeus' startling increase in speed and mobility allowed him to grad her. Her unresponsive limbs were lead through several bastardised dance manoeuvres before she managed to wrench herself out of his grasp. "What the-" Her voice choked off, the hilarity of the situation hitting her. This would be excellent blackmail material,, not that she really needed any on him. But habits were hard to break.

Deciding to flee from the dosed up Bishop either before he came to his senses or before she broke down laughing, she mumbled a quick goodbye before taking off into the sky.
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