Reveler - Sin Fight (CoI) (10/4-5)

[23:23] A poisonous smell fills the air, as well as that of burning wood. In the darkness of the night, a body stays still as a statue, until a form moved past their location. A loud chittering noise is heard as the shadows of the forest grow darker, the form moving soon after the child.

"Khiii. Is not of smart to be of wandering woods alone.

What is of name, and where is of from?"

Hazel eyes stare from a shadow.
(Reveler)
[23:23] Akio Karasu asks, "I'm from the north, you destroying that building or chasing me?"
[23:24] Reveler asks, "Can be of both. Where in north?"
[23:25] Akio Karasu says, "Right above the plains, You sure you can do both fella? I can keep walking if your hands are full."
[23:26] Reveler asks, "Is not of liking tone. What is of name? And if is from above plains, is from Dawn, yes?"
[23:28] Akio stares at the weird looking being. He wondered what they wanted with him, stopping their demolition just to talk to him? Strange. He moves his hands up to his waist as he stares at him from across the distance. He then raises an eyebrow, he didn't give off any certain tone. At least he thought so. The man was in the middle of something, the child presumed he would be juggling the two. He looks as him awkwardly and shakes his head yes.
(Akio Karasu)
[23:29] The house beyond the cloaked man was being devoured by what could only be described as a living flame. A creature made of bright orange, moving from one piece of wood to the next as it consumed more and more of the house. The figure strided forwards, hazel eyes having narrowed upon the child.

"What is of name?"
(Reveler)
[23:29] Lucilius Grauhimmel says, "..."
[23:29] Akio Karasu asks, "My name is Kit. What is yours?"
[23:30] Akio looks to the man who just walked up onto the scene. He then looks to the weird poisonous creature above him. Were they friends? He wonders if they would speak and he could make his way out of here.
(Akio Karasu)
[23:32] "Is of the Reveler."

A bark-like hand twists, motioning for 'Kit' to leave. With the arrival of someone new, cruel lips curl upwards in a look of ecstatic glee. The lumbering creature of flame is called away from the house, following after the footsteps of the hooded Dryad.

"Be of heading away, Kit. Has now of found most interesting mutt to be of hunting."
(Reveler)
[23:33] Akio looks at them both and then decides this was his chance. He had to run home before his mom yelled at him. He decides to take that free pass and makes his way out of here.
(Akio Karasu)
[23:34] Akio Karasu says, "Ok rebeller..."
[23:35] -- Boredom.

Rolling his head upon his there came little movements to follow such an assault of words. Flames, so quickly beginning to burn around his form in a brilliance of golden light. Overshadowed all the very same by a sudden pulse of sin itself into this world, Chaos in its most pure form burning through those very flames.

"... So much noise... Still surrounds me. You are no exception, your words are nothing more than mere noise.""

Such words spoken as those piercing blue eyes settled upon this Daemon tamer. Those flames only continuing to spiral into the very clouds above, burning away all that had existed beneath Lucilius in a beautiful silence. Consumed was this land in his own illusionary world, lacking all that could make a single noise.

Leaving but two, staring one another down.

Standing ready for whatever assault was certain to follow.
(Lucilius Grauhimmel)
[23:39] The flames or orange burn at the forest and at the house to the north as the Dryad's maw chitters. His bark-like hand grips the staff he bears on his back, malice hanging like a heavy odor in the air. Poisonious spores and leaves drip from the trees as his staff is poised towards the sinner of wrath.

"Khiii. Is not of caring for dog of wrath's dislike of noise. Is of creature that has taken of many things from Reveler." Shadows grow thicker as the spores draw new emotion. A desire born of blood and death.

"Has been waiting to be of hunting dog of wrath for long time. To be of taking down what sole Reveler's place from Gehenna. Khiii-hi-hi." The cackling is nearly choked on as the spores in the air arouse new senses, a bloodlust known to the world.

"Show Reveler how is of bleeding, Dog."
(Reveler)
[23:46] -- Sinful, arrogance nonetheless.

Blinded by such mindless rage which only sought to consume all that had dared to stand against Lucilius. Noise which sought to allure bleeding out into absolute nothingness. This massive blade still clutched in his grasp, raised without much a glance shot towards the area around as piece by piece it came consumed by illusions.

"... I know not of what you speak of. Perhaps I have lost my touch to discern the ramblings of noise at this point." Such words sinking into the depths of such a mans mind as those illusions sought to dig and make themselves home inside such a being. His very allure looked upon in disgust, with a new level of strain wrapped around this weapon of Lucilius.

"... I will silence you, so you may no longer act as a plague upon this land. Suffering as you do, believing yourself equal to me."

There came a small pause, a breath drawn inwards.

"Die."

Words followed only by a sudden explosion of flames, slamming outwards in every direction. Not a moment of rest, a second of hesitation to follow.
(Lucilius Grauhimmel)
[23:58] "KHIII-HI-HI! IS OF THINKING IS SOME SORT OF MONSTER?"

The very blood that drips from every nail, the crimson that oozes from his eyes fall to the ground below as an arousing poison. Malice hangs thick, time obeys his whim, speeding him up as illusionary assaults infiltrate the mind of the sinner of wrath. Perverse thoughts would befall Lucilius, filled with ravenous noise, but worst of all, making the sinner kneel.

"IS OF NOTHING. IS OF WORTHLESS TRASH TRYING TO BE TAKING OF WHAT REVELER WANTS. IS NOT OF DESERVING POSITION. IS NOT OF DESERVING ANYTHING IS HAVING. IS OF ROCK, NO, IS OF PEBBLE TRYING TO TAKE PLACE OF BOULDER."

The staff collides with Lucilius' side, sending the wrath mage sprawling into a nearby tree. A mad cackling fills the air as the forest becomes painted in blood, and from that blood new flowers bloom, new mandrakes grow.

"ARE OF THIS WORLD'S CORRUPTION, FILTHY OUTSIDERS TRYING TO TAKE WHAT IS BELONGING TO TRUE WARRIORS, TRUE GEHENNANS. BUT IS WORTH OF NOTHING.

YOU WILL DIE, MUTT OF WRATH!"

Wooden hands reach towers the sin of wrath, through the golden flames towards his neck. They would attempt to steal the very age from his veins, the blood from his being.

"Mutt of Wrath will die, Plaugebringer will die, will purge all that is wrong of Gehenna, and return to sacrifice.."

His grip was looser then he meant for it to be, carried away in his own wanted ideals, his own desire. The sinner of wrath may have been quick enough to get away if he acted fast.
(Reveler)
[00:05] -- Blood, spilled upon these grounds.

Such overwhelming sensations of silence fading away with each and every explosive blow between such sinful entities. Blows exchanged as flames sought only to consume such a demon in all their glory unable to withstand the very allure which nature had come to offer.

Is this... Failure?

Such a thought crossing his mind as the booming voice of this creation threatened to intrude the very depths of his mind. Golden flames still burning as bright as ever in such a brilliant hue refusing to dampen as his very soul and rage continued to stoke such a potent flame.

Victory... So close, will you let it end like this?

Such a wooden hand was met by those flames, burning and attempting to strike and lash out as this sinful creation and all his rage continued to flourish. Slamming into these skies above once more was that assault, that horrendous mess of flames and Sin all as Lucilius pushed himself back.

"... As all others who deny my silence, you will die. You will perish another day."

The inferno of flames slamming throughout this forest as it jutted outwards. Massive was such a wall of flames which now divided this duo, Lucilius standing upon the other side for but a single moment as those words still ingrained themselves deep into the mind of such a Dryad.

"You will... Feel my Wrath in all it's silent glory."

Another day, allowing those flames to continue to raise high into the skies above as Lucilius made his very own escape.
(Lucilius Grauhimmel)
[00:11] The sinner of wrath pushed back, escaping the grip of promised sleep. Orange flames consume the ever blossoming forest around the sinner of lust. Jagged teeth are bared underneath the hood of black, illusions threaten to overcome the surroundings. Yet, right as the hand extends, another attempt to end the life, Lucilius's flames consume Reveler's vision of him.

The sinner of wrath made their exit. To the north, the wooden house which the Dryad had come to burn was also done away with, having ceased to be completely. In the illumination of gold and orange, a pair of dilated, small brown pupils stare out.

"Khiii-hi-hi.

Will not be of dying. No.. Reveler will be of bleeding dog of wrath for all they are worth. Be of remembering this day, mutt. Because what is of desiring of most?

Is of your death, of your blood spilled to empower the spirits.." The chittering of jagged wooden teeth echo as the shadows surround him. The Dryad makes their retreat elsewhere.
(Reveler)