Ravaging the Nonbelievers!

[17:17:52] An army approaches.

Guards line the walls prepared to subdue all who resist the new Nostvalian order. A reign of Belial, a true reign of terror was about to begin. The streets were filled with Viridian soldiers adorning the cloak of Belial- the newest order had been given, convert or die.

"Soldiers, prepare!" His voice boomed across the city, allowing soldiers, nobles, and plebians alike to divert their attention upon the Mad King. "My demands are simple." His hand raised to silence the masses, haulting the murmers of the confused lessers. "Accept Belial's blessing, give in to your desires, join the cult of Belial- or face imprisonment. Those who deny the gift of our God will be freed from their poor vessels, givin the chance to serve a higher purpose."

The demands had been made- orders given. No need to give a long winded speech when his warriors would be doing most of the converting for him....

"You have your orders. Once the prisons are full, move them to the island. Underneath the tower is a second dungeon....go. Make your King and your God proud, Nostvale."
(Judas Hirano)
{NARRATION} Orders were given, and those loyal, those that feared the king, those that wished for coin- They would carry out the task. Reflected, repeated, reiterated- Convert or die, however, for now imprisonment. But to those souls that wished for riot, for further conflict? They would be given the blessing of death- An early ritual until the demon sealed within the moon. Those men that adorned cloaks with eyes upon the back would scour the village- Knock upon door and ask a simple question. "To who do you worship?" For those already known to worship Kraus or other, they would have their door forcefully knocked down; wooden splinters flying about. Deranged eyes stared upon those poor souls that worshiped not of belial- Fear within their eyes, and forcefully dragged in anyway. Whether it be dragging by the collar, whether it be pulling by the hair, whether it required beating first, they would be dragged off towards the dungeon cells. There would be a fill for their accursed deity. A few brave souls did stand- Out of their homes with torches in hand. gibberish was all it was- Renouncement of Belial. Words of cruelty placed down upon them. Words of even Renouncing their king- Iterated through the deranged mind of those given orders : "Rioters could die." Blade drawn from scabbard, and light glistening upon the frame- Heaved within the air, and charged towards those that would rebel- Cleaves of metal through the carcasses of those that would dare stand against Belial- Blood littering the streets in splatter as bodies were cleaved in two; as arms were cut off, as heads were removed from the body. Mercy was shy while these people were high. Those of that showed devotion knew something else too-- They held law, but Belial too cared not of law. Belial rewarded those that held free will. These fanatics were even more wild. They took the torches, and threw upon some pour soul's home- Some more followed but not all. It was not everyone that was fully crazed. However still, flames would now rage- It could be seen here and there, as a form of anarchy leaked out upon the village. This village of green, now coated in red. The blood upon the streets and grass. The flames that raged out to give an orange-red hue upon the light of the land. Those people dragged away, or placed in chains being lead within the keep-- Ah. This was an event covered in majestic crimson. The slaughter, the cruelty, the destruction. Let it not be forgotten, and never so, while the moon hangs over their heads.
[17:52:51] This was a spectacle to truly behold.

Hooded men and women all marching throughout the city. The Acolytes of Belial and Viridian Legion working only in unison with those around them. It was everything the General could answer, everything the General truly wanted to witness within these short few moments. Going house to house with only a singular question left to hang in the air. A Singular question deciding the fate of all in Nostvale.

To who do you worship?

The man could hardly contain his excitement. Fidgeting and squirming in his place as his hands laced throughout one-another. None would be spared from this storm of Belial. None would stop them for allowing his embrace to cover them, for the Apostles that served him to come and stand at their side. With his body lofting from the ground once more, meeting the height of the massive giant that was the Cyclops whom now served only them. Staring across the landscape of such a beautiful city did he speak.

"Judas, Soon! Soon Belial will truly love us!" With such words screamed from the highest-point he could possibly muster did his gaze finally settle upon his own daughter. If not halted snapping to the earth in almost an instance and attempting only to scoop Evelynn up from the chains that kept her upon the ground. Raising to the skies above so even she could witness all that would transpire across this city.

"All for you, My Child. Belial makes us do this for you, so you can live in his embrace as we do. By the moons light, you will bathe in his light just as we do. Soon!"
(Feithan S. Avharain)
[17:53:42] Protesters were dealt with as they arose. The weakened, and varied cries of those who woul cry injustice, or claim corruption- silenced by infection of steel, and driven into corners as Soldiers, and Cultists alike rallied against them in a reckless abandon that would see the roads dyed in the red of their blood.

Screams echo, the sound of metal held against metal is heard; barking orders -- Knights rallying, and ushering in those smart enough to lower their head. To let this pass, and with it, gain some time. Even if short, even if it amounted to little more than some meager, fleeting moments between them, and family members before shipped off, and transferred into the realm of Lunar Deity, and fanatics housed on an island off the coast.

It was better than dying as a dog would out in the open, a problem rising of the 'solution.' With those words spoken, Rioters to be extinguished; flames snuffed out, and order maintained, he watches from afar. A glance at those gathered next to him, Hendrix, the Marshal taking some form of charge- requiring some proof of loyalty for Judas, for these actions that were to be recognized as committed with a clear, and 'just' conscious.

Neccessities. This in no way was something he wanted to feel forced, and so... "Cyne." That Fiend recruited forcibly to their side; further test needed to prove itself. It an enigma, the cautionary element out of those he already had come to trust.

Haleakala also a wild card, but one that expressed neutrality atleast, able to hold his tongue in affairs, even if he might have felt disconerted internally. "You heard what Lord Apostle said, what the Commander said- Rioters are to be dealt with." He fully expected the Avian to do it too! He not moving from this spot, surveying, every so often tossing out a hand signal to some misguided soldier, putting them back on task, and having them do away with another would be interloper.

"Go nuts. Prove yourself today, to us all that you understand your position, your role in this- reward awaits, 'an eye for an eye', and all that." That was a joke, or maybe a pun. Whatever. With there some issuance of direct orders, solely for the yokai, he turns back to the blood shed, and the systematic corraling of those who were subjugated.

Belial's work was being done, the volitions of their group culminating in these acts; Judas' approach taken this time. The gruff, and unruly King taking to force, as his personality had him do so, while others . . .
(Hendrix Este)
[18:08:12] Chaos.

It was absolute, pure, unadulterated chaos within the streets of Nostvale. Those people that would not submit were swept away into the dungeons, corraled away for later uses. It wouldn't take long at all. This meant that they were going to have the Apostles. She was going to have Marrowit there standing by her side. They were going to make everyone free. She had the vigour within her now, and she knew how to act. With the King now declaring that rioting would be met with brutal force and death... She listened and obeyed. As the Yokai that took the form of an Avian was commanded to take flight and take out all those whom opposed?

An idea popped within her head.

The young Princess now brandished her scythe outwards, a slicing hiss through the air there as she suddenly dashed forward. Leaping forward with static electricity charging beneath of her feet there, she'd leap onto the back of the Yokai suddenly, and if it attempted to wrestle her off? She'd drive a foot into his side to keep her stance there.

No wasn't answer here.

"Let's do this. Devour the rioters while I cut them down, Yokai..." She whispered to it, gripping her scythe, knuckles whtening with the motion. "Take off!"
(Ariadne Hirano)
[18:10:46] Rioters are to be dealt with.

And so they would. The cyclops, with cloak of Belial thrown over his shoulder, would make his way down the keep steps, cobblestones cracking under the shear weight. Without a weapon, the giant would stroll through the street. Shepherding those that would move too slowly, the true nonbelievers, those that would fight against them. He himself was doubtful of Belials power before- but now, truly, he knew. The Moon Diety had power unlike any he had seen. And Gods, it was a frightening power indeed.

Haleakala would rumble around a corner, great eye scanning the ground. He would take another step, when he felt a sharp prick near his ankle. Glancing down slowly, a man with a pitchfork would prod at his foot, angrily shouting and cursing. With frightening speed, Hal would raise his hand, swinging it backwards. It would slam into the man, sending him cascading acrossed the cobblestones. Bones broken, the mans body a ragdoll, neck snapped at an angle.

Thunderous steps would carry him acrossed the city. Single eye scanning the ground for those that would continue their dissent. He felt nothing for the loss of life here. They were given a choice- and those that stood against them, would die. It was that simple.
(Haleakala)
[18:13:20] This was an odd feeling to have now of all times, where the ensuing chaos was to be welcomed by a cause known too well by the cultists responsible. Ninurta this time, having no means to excuse himself from the cries that could be heard as families and homes alike were torn through to be emptied towards the cause. Blatant denial and rioters alike meeting an end that was just too abrupt to fathom.

Yet, hardly did he seem to turn away, or resent the fact that it had come to this. They were all seeking a cause, and the wonderment of it all was perhaps found in the lack of a connection towards the evils they committed.

These dreams, they meant something, and hardly could he dig deep within himself to question whether or not it was something to run away from, and at this very moment. Hundreds would be faced with the same freedom to either accept life or meet their true purpose within the hands of Belial.

Truly, it was an honor to not only see, but be the one that'd provide for such a movement.
(Ninurta E. Avharain)
[18:15:02] It was time, exactly what the Ventus had been hoping for the moment Judas gave the orders. No- Since the moment the Apostle had told them to make sacrifice of those who didn not follow.

The great bird stood tall from behind the Ookami King and other great followers of Belial, his fifty foot wingspan expanding to it's full size behind all but the giant Haleakala. Head lifted upwards and a immense screech let out over city of Nostvale. A single beat from his wings and he was airborn and ascending into the sky, red eye looking down at the town from his height.

He loathed fire so much and while others worked on snuffing it out he wanted it gone before he began his 'clean up duty'. A deep breath and suddenly his wings give a heavy beat- Not rising him higher or propelling him forth but instead releasing a maelstrom of wind through the town itself. Flames raging higher for a second before their precious fuel source is stripped away and most of the true blazes die out in the great gust.

The woman with the scythe atop his back he dived forth towards the city inhabitants. Those who he witnessed resisting guards and cloaked cultists. His discresion wasn't exactly on point but for the most part he never attacked the wrong people. His talon clutching into the first person he dropped on, their scream of pain not even last a moment before the great bird had dipped it's head downwards and bit of their prey's with a snap of their beak. Pulling back hard with a gruesome sound the spine is pulled free of the body and consumed whole before the yokai devours the rest of the man.

Guards and citizens alike avoiding the great avian at all costs as he once again ascends into the air before swooping along close to the ground. Allowing Ariadne shots at those he deemed lesser targets while specifically attacking those with higher concentraions of mana in their bodies. Entire riot groups sent scattered or killed in moments each time the yokai strikes out. Grabbing people mid-flight with his razor-lined beak or dropping down on others with his talons like a bird of prey.

Body after body consumed whole and even those Haleakala sent flying, and broke, where used as food for the ravenous Ventus. Red eye burning hot with a hungry passion that burns in his gut. He'd tasted mana from the Apostle earlier and it only fueled his blood-rage now. Unable to truely hold himself back it would take the scythed woman on his back at times to direct him away from attacking soldiers or those who where loyal to Belial, the only true ones safe being those who donned the eye'd cloak and fled inside.
(Cyne)
[18:15:53] It was time to kick in a few doors it seemed. Aksana watched happily from her spot over the city as the guards and cultists loyal to Belial made their way through the village breaking down doors and dragging the Krausite and Azrealite heathens out and into the keep to the dungeon. This was dreadfully amazing and fun for Aksana to simply witness, but eventually she figured it was going to be her time to join in. Her sword still hummed with energy and glowed a faint red as it died down from the previous appearance of the apostle.

And then the rioters appeared, and where Ariadne decided to take to the skies, Aksana made her way down the steps with lightning crackling around her and a death glare being shot at anyone that stood before her who was not of the faithful.

"Really now?" She said under her breath staring forward and moving towards the rioters. They were clearly not going to be coming to the dungeon's willingly. And as much as she wished to slay them all where they stood she would at least leave a few in a state where they could still be used as sacrafies later.

She began to move around them sending a series of bursts of corruption from her blade as it hit those not close enough to be cut by the blade. For every three that she killed she would remove the arms of two more and kick them to the guards to be taken into the keep as prisoners. It wasn't very likely that they would survive their wounds, but on the off chances that they did she would happily give their lives to the Apostles when the designated time was reached.

But then she felt what she assumed was a shovel stike her on her back. It wasn't hard, it was simply an old man baring a krausite symbol who had jouined in on the riots. She stared at him for a moment before she stabbed him in the gut and waited for Cyne to fly overhead or come closer before tossing the corpse over to it.

"This is more fun then I expected. . ." She said chuckling to herself.
(Aksana Falco)