[A declaration against the scientists or the people? It really didn’t matter. All that did matter was that the beast had finally turned. Something he had been almost eagerly waiting for. It had become unchipped, had it?
No. He had regained his powers.
There wasn’t any need for words. He wasn’t one for banter in such situations anyway. Rather, this more demanded immediate action.
One that would be heralded by a soft chime of bells, and the dipping of a scale. As if he were always there before the beast of shadows… the oni faced sword out and begging to be drawn]
[With the moon setting in the horizon and the sun longing to take the place as Heaven's broach, the shadows of the Nosferatu lifted he and the Ornate Warrior amongst the Forest of Pikes and Spires above his Hallowed Dominion.]
Welcome! O' UNWELCOMED ONE!
[The Lifeless King bowed a courteous bow, crowing in unsound amusements.]
[He stood quietly, without fear, even as that living darkness writhed around them.
It was a power he'd never quite seen. Perhaps because it was from another land? Or was it more?
Only testing it would tell.]
Form... truth... and regret are known.
[His past, his face and his reasons laid bare due to their previous... meeting]
With these now known, can the sword come forth.
[The ornate blade shot from his hands, waiting for its true wielder to grasp it as the jeweled eyes glittered]
Unsheathe
[And the blade roared its reply] Unsheathe!
[It was in that golden flash, as white and blinding as the sun, that the golden one now would take the hilt in hand, the massive, shifting blade of color and light leaping and surging at his touch]
[The seams of the vampire's mouth about split as he smiled from literal ear to ear. For once since obtaining his unrestrained power her felt the Ominous One's prescience as harsh and as scalding at the Noontide Sun.]
Glory! Glory, Glory, Incognitus Light!
Did naught we dream of this day? Now see my truths made manifest before you!
FEEL THEM AS MY OWN BLADE AS I STRIKE THEE DOWN!
[Massive tendrils of dancing shadows dispersed all around him and weaved in and out through the 'trees' of garish pikes as he uplifted his arm and guided by the aim of a thousand eyes, he drew forth his weapon of obsidian. The barking Jackal; it howled it's horrific cry as it's trigger pulled and cut the air with explosive silvers to strike that Haloed being's crown, breast, and thigh.]
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[That living blade writhed and sparked in the golden ones clawed hand, as if trying to leap for the shadows that danced around it, to sear them away with purifying light and carve a path towards their creator.
Only the golden one himself seemed to be made of stone, the inverted eyes locked on the enraged and maddened creature before him.
That onholy weapon discharged three shots, and in turn a glash of brilliance met them in the form of a golden shield and flying sparks, the insignia of that all seeing eye emblazoned on each holy script. Untouchable? Not quite, as the last one tore through. That bullet was met with the blade however, the projectile deflected elsewhere...
And the exorcist replied in turn, not with words... but with his weapon. In a blur of colors, the golden one was on the beast, that massive executioners blade swinging for the head.]
[A thousand points of diminishing light descended upon the Black Peril in the form of that righteous blade, a gaze as fervid as Gehenna taking in it’s brilliant glory as if it were the light of the Morning Star itself. Beautiful Ornate One, to witness the majesty of this seemingly ethereal being who opposed him as the Sunlight to his Midnight sparked an enthrallment in the vampire that rivaled his lust for the blade of the Judas Priest himself
( ... )
[In eager hunger, the light lapped at the dark blade, threatening to envelope it within that purifying light. It was almost too much to look into, with all the radiance of the sun contained within that single strip, sunlight beams forced into the form of a sword and sealed with the sacred words of some ancient deity that had originally crafted the golden swordsman.
Why? Why did it feel so hard to maintain that block? At home, true, his arms would still jostle and tremble slightly under that ferocious attack, but here, the beings body protested even louder.
What was this power that forced itself back against him? He was so hard to move... but in turn the golden one was near impossible to just shove back, as difficult as it was for him to continue this challenge.
So instead... the golden being moved. A single, fluid spin out from under that descending blade, the edge scouring a mark in that dark flesh, even as the exorcist moved under and up with that blade, slashing now for the monsters side, beneath the sword arm.]
[Like the tearing of a black veil the shadows that encompassed the vampire tore and scalded when the blade’s end struck swift and sure, drawing hellish squeals from the hound-like familiars that leapt out from the shadows and stole the fiery eyes for their own. Like loyal dogs to their master, the hellbeasts in droves sought to defend the vampire, black mists following their gallops as they tore through the light with white-hot jaws that snapped at the Enigma’s form from all sides.
Is this it? Is this all you are? But a single pinpoint of light in the vast dark that encompasses this world? Show me more Divine One! Bathe me in the Light of Heaven as if I could truly be judged a second time!
That organic scarlet coat flagging with life as the shadows leapt at his side to soothe a wound that refused to heal, he crowed as he bounded into the air, wings of black bats soaring his bleeding form high above the piked ‘tree-tops’ of his wicked garden.]
[Something was blocking the rest of it. Perhaps it was all this time, locked away from home, from Japan, from the Gods that created him and his sheathe. Perhaps it was the lack of demons and those lingering months spent in solitude, save for the company of he who walked among man for him.
Still, yet still, he could fight.
In retaliation against the beasts that bayed and leaped at his sides, the golden papers, the ofuda, inscribed with only the most holy of words, almost seemed to peel off from his very being, slamming back against the encroaching darkness as the golden one forced himself forward, the blade missing, just barely, as the dark one took the the sky. He would not call the heavens his own for long.
The exorcist moved like a living sunbeam, leaping from one spine to another until he reached the very tops, before retaliating against the crowing monster, perusing him relentlessly across that pointed and jagged canopy.]
[Like black lightning shot out of the sky, the Nosferatu made his descent in violent zig-zags and in a flutter of demons' wings he made himself tangible atop the tallest steel spike, craved by his own might nearly a year ago.
Looming as the Great Black Peril before the rising sun at his back, he sought to defy it's golden glory by sacrificing his own minions to blot out the light. The hounds, struck by those holy inscriptions dispersed with braying cries, their bodies becoming black mist that rose into the heavens and darkened the atmosphere around them.
Yes! Come o' come! Gallivant with me amongst my garden! See it's baleful wonders!
His Hell-ascent sibilance caressed the warrior's pointed ears as it dashed towards the Hellion across the pin-pointed spires that craved new flesh to be impaled upon. Booted heels leapt down and landed in a wild sprint along the piked 'tree-tops', scarlet and black tendrils trailing behind the vampire's form as it's weapon glinted the reflection of the Ornate one's endless light.
[The clouds of purest blackness surged around him, leaping across the golden ones sight, blocking him, blocking everything. The golden ofuda flashed out once more in an attempt to ward off the encroaching shadow, as the holy blade slashed through that thick fog to try and find its solid target
( ... )
[The familiars of demons shrilled in unison as an arch of blackened blood carved up and out from the Nosferatu's crown. A righteous and gallant strike that had indeed been felt in blistering blissful pain that shuddered down to the cinders of Alucard's black heart. Yet pain so wondrous was hardly a deterrent from the beast's goal, for as gravity delivered both warrior and monster downward a white skeletal claw snatched up the holy blade before it could be tainted by the bloodstained earth's touch
( ... )
[The golden one could only be maintained for so long without the sword. The sword was it's physical connection to this world, a life line, or a handle so to speak, that kept it mired in the realm of the physical. Precious seconds would be all it would take to banish the golden exorcist to his ethereal home within his sheathe, while his more mortal, cooler counterpart would be left to absorb that damage
( ... )
No. He had regained his powers.
There wasn’t any need for words. He wasn’t one for banter in such situations anyway. Rather, this more demanded immediate action.
One that would be heralded by a soft chime of bells, and the dipping of a scale. As if he were always there before the beast of shadows… the oni faced sword out and begging to be drawn]
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Welcome! O' UNWELCOMED ONE!
[The Lifeless King bowed a courteous bow, crowing in unsound amusements.]
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It was a power he'd never quite seen. Perhaps because it was from another land? Or was it more?
Only testing it would tell.]
Form... truth... and regret are known.
[His past, his face and his reasons laid bare due to their previous... meeting]
With these now known, can the sword come forth.
[The ornate blade shot from his hands, waiting for its true wielder to grasp it as the jeweled eyes glittered]
Unsheathe
[And the blade roared its reply] Unsheathe!
[It was in that golden flash, as white and blinding as the sun, that the golden one now would take the hilt in hand, the massive, shifting blade of color and light leaping and surging at his touch]
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Glory! Glory, Glory, Incognitus Light!
Did naught we dream of this day? Now see my truths made manifest before you!
FEEL THEM AS MY OWN BLADE AS I STRIKE THEE DOWN!
[Massive tendrils of dancing shadows dispersed all around him and weaved in and out through the 'trees' of garish pikes as he uplifted his arm and guided by the aim of a thousand eyes, he drew forth his weapon of obsidian. The barking Jackal; it howled it's horrific cry as it's trigger pulled and cut the air with explosive silvers to strike that Haloed being's crown, breast, and thigh.]
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Only the golden one himself seemed to be made of stone, the inverted eyes locked on the enraged and maddened creature before him.
That onholy weapon discharged three shots, and in turn a glash of brilliance met them in the form of a golden shield and flying sparks, the insignia of that all seeing eye emblazoned on each holy script. Untouchable? Not quite, as the last one tore through. That bullet was met with the blade however, the projectile deflected elsewhere...
And the exorcist replied in turn, not with words... but with his weapon. In a blur of colors, the golden one was on the beast, that massive executioners blade swinging for the head.]
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Why? Why did it feel so hard to maintain that block? At home, true, his arms would still jostle and tremble slightly under that ferocious attack, but here, the beings body protested even louder.
What was this power that forced itself back against him? He was so hard to move... but in turn the golden one was near impossible to just shove back, as difficult as it was for him to continue this challenge.
So instead... the golden being moved. A single, fluid spin out from under that descending blade, the edge scouring a mark in that dark flesh, even as the exorcist moved under and up with that blade, slashing now for the monsters side, beneath the sword arm.]
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Is this it? Is this all you are? But a single pinpoint of light in the vast dark that encompasses this world? Show me more Divine One! Bathe me in the Light of Heaven as if I could truly be judged a second time!
That organic scarlet coat flagging with life as the shadows leapt at his side to soothe a wound that refused to heal, he crowed as he bounded into the air, wings of black bats soaring his bleeding form high above the piked ‘tree-tops’ of his wicked garden.]
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Still, yet still, he could fight.
In retaliation against the beasts that bayed and leaped at his sides, the golden papers, the ofuda, inscribed with only the most holy of words, almost seemed to peel off from his very being, slamming back against the encroaching darkness as the golden one forced himself forward, the blade missing, just barely, as the dark one took the the sky. He would not call the heavens his own for long.
The exorcist moved like a living sunbeam, leaping from one spine to another until he reached the very tops, before retaliating against the crowing monster, perusing him relentlessly across that pointed and jagged canopy.]
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Looming as the Great Black Peril before the rising sun at his back, he sought to defy it's golden glory by sacrificing his own minions to blot out the light. The hounds, struck by those holy inscriptions dispersed with braying cries, their bodies becoming black mist that rose into the heavens and darkened the atmosphere around them.
Yes! Come o' come! Gallivant with me amongst my garden! See it's baleful wonders!
His Hell-ascent sibilance caressed the warrior's pointed ears as it dashed towards the Hellion across the pin-pointed spires that craved new flesh to be impaled upon. Booted heels leapt down and landed in a wild sprint along the piked 'tree-tops', scarlet and black tendrils trailing behind the vampire's form as it's weapon glinted the reflection of the Ornate one's endless light.
Yet careful, O' ( ... )
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