Holy @#$*
Who: OPEN
What: The ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny against the cannibal Aeon. Please see the plot post for more details on what to expect from this encounter.
Where: Dark City
When: September 15th - High Noon
Warnings: Inevitable violence and nightmare fuel
Notes: Action and prose are both fine. I will try to pose for the Aeon after AT LEAST five replies. Never less. If you want your character to be killed or Unmade, please let me know! (Also, if you have a horrible picture you want to submit/suggest for this, send it my way!)
The Aeon was livid. Never before had it been forced to deal with true opposition, and the Devas weren't exactly amateurs. They kept it locked away in the prison of its own foul Heart as it felt its prey snatched away from its grasp, one by one, severing the literal lifelines from which it fed off of the city they were Bound to. It dispatched as many nightmares as it could to catch and even destroy the Angelii who dared to interfere, as well as those they tried to rescue. It would demoralize them, cripple them with fear and despair as they watched loved ones suffer cruelly. They would pay for this interference. They would pay.
But despite all of its efforts, the Nautilus inhabitants disappeared one by one, sitting fat and happy on that wretched city, the one that got away...and led the Aeon straight to Nautilus.
There was no reason to maintain the illusion any longer. They knew what it was, and what it wanted, and so long as they didn't Bend, it had nothing more to feed on. A bone-shattering roar shook the entire dark city, haunting the skulls of those who remained inside of it. All of its hatred and gut-wrenching malice was unleashed. It knew some of those people were particularly sensitive to such things, so it attacked, psychically, emotionally, and spiritually. They would regret their interference. They would regret it writhing and wriggling like worms on a poisoned hook.
With no more illusions to maintain or fractures of itself to harry and worry at the invaders, it turned all of its attention to the Devas. An enormous wash of power irised from the center to throw them back, and shake their holds just enough to break loose and Manifest. Without Bending, they couldn't stop it. They couldn't Unmake it, lest they wanted to lose their precious city.
A black bubble rose from the floor, swelling and pulsing, veined and slick with sticky miasma. The smell was overwhelmingly rancid. It was about to get worse.
The membrane burst, spilling bloated tentacles, cords, and sinewy limbs across the ground. The center of it was a twisted pulpy mass, composed of steel and dripping bits of black muscle and veins. Numerous spheres of malevolent red gleamed like eyes, peppered around its core.
It rasped a deep breath that stimulated goosebumps and pricked the deep wells of fear in the brain.
"End."
What: The ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny against the cannibal Aeon. Please see the plot post for more details on what to expect from this encounter.
Where: Dark City
When: September 15th - High Noon
Warnings: Inevitable violence and nightmare fuel
Notes: Action and prose are both fine. I will try to pose for the Aeon after AT LEAST five replies. Never less. If you want your character to be killed or Unmade, please let me know! (Also, if you have a horrible picture you want to submit/suggest for this, send it my way!)
The Aeon was livid. Never before had it been forced to deal with true opposition, and the Devas weren't exactly amateurs. They kept it locked away in the prison of its own foul Heart as it felt its prey snatched away from its grasp, one by one, severing the literal lifelines from which it fed off of the city they were Bound to. It dispatched as many nightmares as it could to catch and even destroy the Angelii who dared to interfere, as well as those they tried to rescue. It would demoralize them, cripple them with fear and despair as they watched loved ones suffer cruelly. They would pay for this interference. They would pay.
But despite all of its efforts, the Nautilus inhabitants disappeared one by one, sitting fat and happy on that wretched city, the one that got away...and led the Aeon straight to Nautilus.
There was no reason to maintain the illusion any longer. They knew what it was, and what it wanted, and so long as they didn't Bend, it had nothing more to feed on. A bone-shattering roar shook the entire dark city, haunting the skulls of those who remained inside of it. All of its hatred and gut-wrenching malice was unleashed. It knew some of those people were particularly sensitive to such things, so it attacked, psychically, emotionally, and spiritually. They would regret their interference. They would regret it writhing and wriggling like worms on a poisoned hook.
With no more illusions to maintain or fractures of itself to harry and worry at the invaders, it turned all of its attention to the Devas. An enormous wash of power irised from the center to throw them back, and shake their holds just enough to break loose and Manifest. Without Bending, they couldn't stop it. They couldn't Unmake it, lest they wanted to lose their precious city.
A black bubble rose from the floor, swelling and pulsing, veined and slick with sticky miasma. The smell was overwhelmingly rancid. It was about to get worse.
The membrane burst, spilling bloated tentacles, cords, and sinewy limbs across the ground. The center of it was a twisted pulpy mass, composed of steel and dripping bits of black muscle and veins. Numerous spheres of malevolent red gleamed like eyes, peppered around its core.
It rasped a deep breath that stimulated goosebumps and pricked the deep wells of fear in the brain.
"End."