Author Topic: The Games (Read 14645 times)

K2 · « **on:** June 25, 2012, 01:41:54 PM »

The trembling of South was causing everything to fall apart. Entire buildings, crumbling. Entire surfaces, falling. The Torture Holes themselves were nearly destroyed, as the ground itself began to erode. Madness. South's damned trying to escape. South's workers, those who thought they were demons of Hell, but in reality descendants of the followers of the embodiment of Destruction, were unable to stop it... It was pure, utter destruction.

And then, from one of the Torture Holes... Vincent Hearts arose, his body nothing more than patches of matter and energy, his face set on the madness before him. He rose his hand, and the trembling began to subside....

And then. Everything stopped.

But Vincent knew what would happen next...

The dead no longer were bound to their posts. Sure, they were still trapped in South, but what was to stop them from rebelling? And who was in charge? Surely the others who had followed Radical would make a play for power now. Vincent himself knew that he deserved the role as the new leader of South as much as anyone else. But he also knew he would have to fight for it.

That's when it started. The free for all for the throne of South.

@Pokemon Master Red · « **Reply #1 on:** June 25, 2012, 02:32:12 PM »

The realm of Hell. He'd been here a few times, mostly just passing through. Not judged here of course, he wasn't dead and you needed a eternal soul for that anyways. Last time he'd come it was that tournament thing, where he'd lost in the second round. Good opponent, and she taught him a couple of things after the fight. Honestly though, he never really cared too much about the place, never even met its leader. He was only here because he wanted to visit the tournament grounds again. Keith never made it that far, though, since after he walked out of the Chaos Warp, he noticed all the fighting. At first he didn't realize what it was or that there was anything wrong(this was Hell, mind you), but then he realized that the demons weren't just fighting prisoners. They were fighting each other too, and for the first time he'd seen a few were headed for him. Then he head what they were saying,"I'll be the rular of Hell!""It will be me!""Nobody else is even capable of ruling but me!"
Keith thought for a second and grinned a little. It'd been a while since he let himself lose, and even with his new morality, weeeell, this was Hell after all. Most everyone here probably deserved it, he thought, as his very shape changed and his presence radiated nothing but pure Chaos Energy. Suddenly he was wearing his old armor, and his arms ended in massive bladed claws, with two more appendages coming from his back like wings. But yet, they weren't wings, for these appendages were massive clubs of raw Chaos. How he would use them, and what they'd do, weeell, who knew?

K2 · « **Reply #2 on:** June 25, 2012, 02:49:32 PM »

Vincent set eyes on the new arrival almost immediately, feeling the pure wave of chaos from this one, and instantly he stopped what he was doing. No other target mattered now. He began to walk across the battlefield, towards Keith, as a few demons tried -- and failed -- to attack Vincent. This fight was difficult without magic, but Vincent had an advantage -- he was directly tied into Hell itself. He and it were bonded together, and had been ever since Vincent created the torture holes.

Vincent held out his hand, and the red sandy ground below Keith began to burrow under itself, like quick sand, becoming nothing but a mush, pulling Keith down.

@Pokemon Master Red · « **Reply #3 on:** June 25, 2012, 03:04:46 PM »

Keith felt the pull of the sands, frowned, and decided that today? Today he was going to fly. Y'see, Keith, not being made of matter, wasn't quite affected by gravity. And even if he was, he was made of Chaos itself. Gravity's affect on him, if it had one, would probably be that he always ate cajun on a Tuesday and never Wednesday because it gave him smallpox. And then he eats it on a Friday and the bubonic plague gets released on a backwater terran planet.
So today, he decided that he was going to fly, or at least that his body would stay above what he percieved as ground level. He achieved this even as the sands tried to pull him under by making the gains of sand pass through him-no, not entirely accurate. More like where they went the Chaos making up his body went around them. They could travel freely and the chaos would get out of the sand's way and it would therefor have no effect on him, because it could not grip him.
"That all you got, bro? Lemme show ya what I can do!" Keith said to the newcomer heading straight towards him, as he pulled one of the pulsing pure-red clubs back and lobbed the mass of Chaos at his doe. It completely detached from him, and went straight for the guy.

K2 · « **Reply #4 on:** June 25, 2012, 03:13:23 PM »

The club of chaos was coming straight towards Vincent, who quickly reacted, motioning for the ground of South to rise up into a wall to protect him. This wall was glowing red, made from the hot embers of South itself. As the club met the wall, the chaos would be going up against hellfire -- the force of chaos against the force of death. Vincent sighed, thinking of his next move. He was very limited without magic, and only had what was around him at his disposal.

And that's when he realized what WAS all around him. The red, hot sand of Hell, it's burning sensation -- each grain was designed to make those who walked across it feel the damnation of the souls of Hell. It was all around right now, making up this part of the battlefield. Vincent concentrated hard on the sand, willing it to do as he commanded, willing it as it was a part of him. And it was. That's when the wind picked up.

Harsh wind, hot, setting everything on fire. As fire rained across the battlefield, this wind picked up much of the sand, and it started to rise high into the air...

A sand-storm was forming.

@Pokemon Master Red · « **Reply #5 on:** June 25, 2012, 04:03:42 PM »

As soon as the wall moved up, the club of Chaos did something odd-it hopped. One third hopped above the wall, another third hopped right of the wall, and the last third hopped left of the wall. The club had split, and each fragment was dodging the wall differently. If they'd get past, this person would find himself in the path of the reconvergence of the three pieces of the glowing energy club.

Keith, meanwhile, keot his cool completely at the prospect of the sands picking up. Like the quicksand tactic, he avoided damage from this the same way-by letting the sands go through him. Keith wasn't alive, and he had no Spirit. The sands wouldn't do any harm...And so, they caused him no pain. He yawned as his appendage grew another club, and smacked a nearby demon with the one still attached. The Chaos envoloped the demon, pulling it in. At first it probably writhed to get away, but once it was dully enveloped the orb of the club grew still before it stopped pulsating, turning to a much darker red than it'd been before. Then it began to pulsate again, only more...Rhythmic. Like a heartbeat, perhaps. Well, that'd happen if Keith could get the demon, anyways.

K2 · « **Reply #6 on:** June 25, 2012, 04:25:03 PM »

As the club came towards Vincent from three directions, he noted that the Hellfire had hopped as well, binding itself to the clubs, circling around them, the flames rising up higher and higher. Gravity seemed to be suspended for the club fragments and fires, as they stopped in mid-air. They would have to fight their battle before moving. Vincent had binded the three fragments and their fires in place until they'd finished, and the fires were working hard at burning through the club fragments.

The sand was moving sure Keith, sure, but that was just what Vincent wanted -- he'd realized with the quicksand that Keith was different. As each grain of sand passed through Keith, they left behind particles. Those particles, micro-sized, were moving through Keith, slowly coming together inside him...

@Pokemon Master Red · « **Reply #7 on:** June 25, 2012, 05:18:17 PM »

As the particles were left behind in Keith, they were corrupted by the Chaos in Keith. Twisted from their original purpose, whatever it was, they would follow a random route out of Keith in going in every direction. Without their purpose guiding them, or their original powers, well, empowering them, they were now just useless motes of dust.

The club-frags simply started to corrupt the Hellfire rather than fight it. It wasn't changing control or any form of ownership, it was simply relinquishing the Lord it already had. As it burned the Chaos, it became tainted by it and turned wild and free. Not under Keith's control, but not Vincent's either. And once they fell to the grounds of Hell, they'd burn farther and spread this taint of Chaos, of unlaw, of freedom...
Of Anarchy?

The club on Keith was almost black now, and Keith closed his eyes. He saw not the demons memories, nor its knowledge, no, those were the products of Order. Rather he felt things it'd felt. Its instincts, its emotions...There wasn't much left of the Demon itself now, but Keith had what he needed...A feel for Hell. With this club, he brought it down onto the land of Hell, and like the flames nearer to his Foe, this Black-Red goop spread, and spread taint. But unlike that fire, the Taint it spread was Keith's influence.
Keith had just explicitly challenged Vincent's bond to Hell, and begun to override it with his own power.

K2 · « **Reply #8 on:** June 26, 2012, 01:51:57 PM »

But the particles themselves were infused, of course, with the powers of Creation and Destruction, meant to serve as a weapon for protecting Hell itself. No, it was not as strong as the embodiments themselves, but it would serve as a viable defense against Chaos. The particles, broken down from the hot sand of Hell, were coming together to form Gravefire... Not Hellfire, but Gravefire, a fire meant to represent South's raw power of death itself.

The Gravefire was working at burning itself into Keith, infusing the very idea of death into Keith himself (seeing as he could not die normally, as he was not alive). But it was having trouble... It had to fight through the chaos first. To do this, it started to try and "kill" the chaos.

Meanwhile the Hellfire on the Club Frags was easily corruptible, unlike the Gravefire. Remarkably, as the club frags fell to the ground, the fire DID begin to spread. In an attempt to suffocate the Chaotic Hellfire, Vincent began to suck the oxygen out of the area around the fire, hoping to suffocate it. With that extracted oxygen, he began to cause it to spin. As it did this, it quickly picked up fire and sand. A vortex was forming before them.

But when Keith began to challenge Vincent's bond to hell, his goop spreading, Vincent knew what he had to do. He wouldn't allow Keith to take his spot. He began to concentrate the pure, rotting decay of Hell itself. Intensity. He focused this decay on Keith itself -- effectively, he was using the entire realm of South against Keith. How? Accelerating hell mutation. Keith, and the red goop that he was spreading, would begin to rot, die, to be mutated by Hell -- not into one who could control Hell... No... Vincent was changing Keith into a "demon".

Ragnar the Red · « **Reply #9 on:** June 26, 2012, 04:28:24 PM »

Throughout He'll a mix of emotions would be felt. Some were filled with a flicker of hope that they might escape. Some were filled with the fear that they might be ended here and now. Some were filled with stress as the souls that were kept in check for so long seemed to be suddenly able to flee their grasp.

Niiv on the other hand felt utter joy.

You see, this fallen angel had come to the south, specifically the Embdiment City, after fallowing some kid who seemed to want to pick a fight with an embodiment. He didn't. Niiv was so disappointed by this, but soon this fell to terror as he realized magic had vanished. Niiv was practically powerless in this situation and would have to rely on his limited spirit energy and silver tongue. Niiv's best hope was to avoid conflict as much as possible. However, this plan was doomed to fail.

You see, as thousands of dead spirits began to rebel an opportunity would arise, an opportunity that Niiv couldn't miss. As hoards rebelled against demons Niiv became the nuscence of the underworld. He was messing with every one, causing trouble for damned and demons alike, and having a grand old time doing it. It was then that he realized what exactly was going on, that there was currently no ruler of Hell. Why should he stay small? Imagine what he could accomplish as the supreme ruler of the underworld! Ohoho, this was going to be fun!

As Niiv flew through hell, getting closer to the palace, he noticed to great warriors fighting for rule. One was made of a dark energy that Niiv immediately recognized as the wonderful energy of chaos, and another warrior who seemed to fight using Hell itself. Niiv decided it would be better not to get in between them and headed straight for the palace.

He flew into the palace using one of his few tricks he knew how to accomplish with spirit energy: basic illusion. Niiv made himself imperceptible andeasily got past any and all guards to the throne room. As he entered, he smiled at the great throne that lay before him. Could it really be this easy? Niiv could easily believe it. In his experiance, power often yielded stupidity. Nonetheless, Niiv thought it best to search for any traps the throne and surroundings may behold.

K2 · « **Reply #10 on:** June 26, 2012, 04:46:47 PM »

Could becoming the ruler of South be as simple as taking the throne of Radical? Surely, eventually, after the fighting outside had seceded, the victor would come for Niiv and take him out, right? But maybe they would wipe themselves all out. Niiv would find no traps around the throne, but nor would he find that sitting in the throne granted anyone with power over South. Perhaps, if Niiv kept searching the palace, he'd find something more useful to battle the legions outside, or maybe some secret on how to, like Radical and Vincent, bind oneself to South.

So, Niiv had a choice. Would Niiv keep searching the palace, or walk forward as...

The wall that the throne was against vanished, as did the throne itself. In the space behind where the wall had been, there was an evening sky, and not the harsh climate of South, but...

Snow, and vast mountains, that seemed to go on for miles.

Would Niiv search the castle, or enter this winter world?

Ragnar the Red · « **Reply #11 on:** June 26, 2012, 07:44:41 PM »

Niiv, unsure what he had done to cause the wall and throne to vanish, and this screamed of a trap. Niiv decided what would be best to do wulde be to test this new discovery, and thus he tossed a coin into the winter wonderland to see what wouuld happen.

K2 · « **Reply #12 on:** June 26, 2012, 08:40:13 PM »

Nothing strange happened to the coin. It landed in the snow, perfectly normal. It would seem, by all accounts, that this was not a trap, and why would it be? What kind of trap would Radical place around his throne room?

Ragnar the Red · « **Reply #13 on:** June 26, 2012, 10:31:44 PM »

Niiv, a master at holography, thought this seemed a bit to familiar. He decided the proper way to test this place was to throw one of his marbles into it. Niiv reached for the bag and opened it up. Careful not to touch any of his little spheres of antimatter (no telekinesis was a pain), Niiv tossed a marble in.

And, well, what the heck. If worst comes to worst, at least it'll make the place look a little nicer.

Nisorin · « **Reply #14 on:** June 27, 2012, 01:57:18 AM »

A few of the Relorian souls locked within Hell banded together, using their spirit energy to fashion a message to their old commander, embedding it within one of their spirits. The former squad took out the last item they shared, a worn and weathered deck of Tarot cards, all but the major Arcana lost to the wasteland. Each took the deck, shuffling it to their satisfaction, and it was set upon a level and stable rock. Playing rock paper scissors to decide who draws when, they take turns drawing until one draws the final Arcananum: The World, representing the culmination of past and present, the final end of this cycle and the beginning of the next. The unfortunate woman stands, sighing yet resolute. The message embedded within her spirit, the others shield her as they make way for the Hellgates, using the entirety of her spirit as energy to fuel the message, her existence extinguished with a brilliant, beautiful and vibrant flash of colors throughout South's sky, her dying gift to those who had been imprisoned here.

Within minutes, the Hellgate blasts open, a grey shadow darting through, the last trailing light from young Zillairre's spirit trailing behind it. It makes a beeline for the throne room, his liutenants his shields.

Ragnar the Red · « **Reply #15 on:** June 27, 2012, 02:30:35 AM »

"AH! I wasn't doing anything suspicious!" yelped Niiv as the gray shadow entered. Luckily, when entering the throne room he had prepared himself in case something hostile were to enter.

Nisorin · « **Reply #16 on:** June 27, 2012, 02:38:48 AM »

It slides to a stop, its entourage left outside to block entry. "Why do you seek Hell's throne?" He asks, his voice gruff and low, but more querelous than angered.

K2 · « **Reply #17 on:** June 27, 2012, 06:19:15 PM »

The new figure would likely notice the dramatic change of temperature in the throne room, as the winter mountains that the opposite side of the throne room was exposed to continued to blow cold wind into the throne room. Niiv's marble would, like the coin, fall to the ground like normal, and be covered by snow in time, a result of the harsh storm blowing on the other side. It would also be of note that a woman's singing would likely be audible, though faint, in the room.

Ragnar the Red · « **Reply #18 on:** June 28, 2012, 12:57:27 AM »

Niiv, seeing that his antimatter marble had not exploded on contact with the snowy landscape realized that entering the snow world was downright suicidal. He was a living spirit in Hell, so anything trying to trick him with an illusion was bad news, and if this was some kind of portal, well, then it was to a world of antimatter, and therefor a very bad place to set foot in.

"Oh, why does anyone seek Hell's throne? I wanted to sit on it, to see what if felt like," Niiv answered it. "I suppose you came for a similar reason. You want to rule this land, do you not??"

K2 · « **Reply #19 on:** June 28, 2012, 01:10:44 PM »

However; it seemed to go beyond the idea of matter and anti-matter. The anti-matter marble was covered in a whiteish tint now, as if the world it was in had sensed that it did not belong. And within moments, the anti-matter marble disappeared. The world ahead was not dangerous at all... And from it, the very scent of an embodiment filled the throne room.

@Pokemon Master Red · « **Reply #20 on:** June 29, 2012, 12:57:09 AM »

For something to die, it must first live. Infusing the idea of Death into Keith did not have any effect upon himself, especially since, Keith being made of Chaos, as soon as it was infused the idea itself was changed to something else entirely, something that it would be useless to infuse as a idea(notable changes were:Death to duck, death to root beer, and finally, death to Sarah Palin! I kid, I kid, I have no animosity to any politician

) Similarly, as it tried to 'kill' the Chaos, it just didn't happen. There was nothing there to die.

The Chaotic Hellfire did not stop burning with the subtraction of oxygen. Being Hellfire it alreasy wasn't nprmal; now it was charged with a force of pure Chaos itself? The flames would indeed thrive, spreading the corruption further. As the vortex began, strangely the flames reacted-they spun in the opposite direction ane twisted outwards. The flames began covering even more ground as the spun, corrupting the land with some form of unownership as it did.

Keith was basically made by the force of change. Chaos rarely keeps a singular form, after all. And yet...Chaos also rarely entropies and as much as it changes, it is one of the most stable forces there are because all Chaos has its same properties, as different as its become and has almost universally had its same definition over the Aeons. To mutate or forcibly change Chaos, the force of change, unpredictability, and most of all freedom to change OR remain stable at whatever it wished, even for South...Was nigh impossible. Even as South tried and failed to mutate Keith, Keith used the force he was made entirely of, his force of change and unpredictability, to mutate South. And the way it was looking, as the goop began to meld into the ground, and spread yet faster, it was looking like Keith was winning.

Nisorin · « **Reply #21 on:** June 29, 2012, 01:12:18 AM »

The man stands tall before him, nearly at twelve feet. He looks to the throne, and smirks. "I do not believe it will fit this body very well." He says, gesturing at his legs, which feature two knees, the second seeming backwards, and the two demonic looking wings spread out proudly form his back. "I don't care about the rule. I want the power held here. And I know someone seeking the power behind that wall, as well." He adds, throwing his hand out to the side, the air around it flexing before opening like a magical portal. "I do believe I have found a way into Vahaga's domain, Ceris!" He calls out through it.

Ragnar the Red · « **Reply #22 on:** June 29, 2012, 02:03:44 AM »

Niiv, thinking the world was antimatter said, "Well, why don't you go find out for yourself?"

He thought for a moment, as a new idea clicked into his mind and he asked, "Wait, when you referred to the power held here were you referring to the snow world rather than South?"

Nisorin · « **Reply #23 on:** June 29, 2012, 02:12:28 AM »

He chuckles, looking down on the boy. "And what business of yours is it?" He asks, as a woman clad in a white, almost snowy dress steps out, pale skin and white hair nearly blending into the snowing backdrop. "My, my, it seems you did well, Derto. A very interesting find indeed..." She says, walking right out into the snow, despite being barefoot.

The man laughs, watching as she departs. "Frigid bitch, she is, but she has her uses..."

Queen Bright · « **Reply #24 on:** June 29, 2012, 03:22:45 AM »

(Er... how is there a throne even there to sit on when both Hikaru's threw it into lava? I won't question it...)

"Well well well, look who it is." Both Ingrounded!Hikaru and Subgrounded!Hikaru came into the room and saw the small crowd. It was Ingrounded!Hikaru who had spoken while Subgrounded!Hikaru observed the opening behind the throne, the two of them having wandered back into the palace after all the commotion to again find a way out of Hell while they didn't have Antonio to stalk them every step of the way. "Enjoy the new design?" Ingrounded!Hikaru waved her hand at the still pink and girly throne room. "It is just a shame we did not get to see old poor Lucifer's reaction before he threw a fit and killed himself."

"I would not go in there if I were you..." Subgrounded!Hikaru glanced to the other people, ignoring her counterpart. "There is no embodiment to control the area anymore. She was killed by Decay when Koty and I went to find her..." A frown crossed her face as she mentioned Koty's name but was quickly replaced by her usual apathy. "It is most likely a trap as is this whole ordeal."

Meanwhile...

Somewhere in Hell, stranded, Ezael had been searching for a way out for what felt like years. One accidental wish gone wrong and he had been sent here alive by some fairy-like little man who had looked like he enjoyed granting Ezael's wish wrong. What the man was or why they were out to send him to a random unknown yet trying place was beyond him. Whatever the case, there he was, still lost without so much of an idea as to where he was or how to leave.

With the added effect from the riots of the dead, things seemed to have just gone from bad to worse for Ezael as he had to avoid demons which he did not recognize for what they were as well as battles between dead people. Just where the hell was he?