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Fear, that is the only way for demons maintain his own prowless against human beings, it is what Yareth used to think, but now he just doesn't care, he was only thinking on his revenge, a personal and egocentric revenge. The occultic gray winds that surrounds him intensifies. ~~REVENGE... HATSUNE... KILL TRAGEDY~~

Now the man looks like lost a good amount of his own sanity. "You... will not... stop... my avenge...", his both hands are now on his head, and he starts to laught, a louder laught. Then he starts to look to everyone around, seems even more insane. ~~THEY... WILL NOT... STOP ME...~~

The feeling of domination, of losing his mind was really making him suffer even more, there was no hope anymore for him, just instinct, as he removed his hands of his head, he started to get ready to flee, even with all the madness he would not fight all of them in the same time it would be crazy, the unique thing that he could be able of think was runing and killing the ones that reaches him.
(Yareth Ehécatl)

Ember Smiles, not flinching away
(Ember)

His brow raised. Confusion, at the scene before him. The chaotic wraith announced by presence rather than by sound or sight.

And then he laughed. A horrid, toxic sound. One that echoed through the square of Gaiar Aetherius. "This is just... Amazing." His head shook, staring at Yareth. "This is the rebellion Caesar wishes! To throw their Magi at us, one by one!"

Another laugh.

"Go on then! Show us your strength, Yareth!" His arms folded across his chest. "I saved you once, so many years ago from the Cyclops! GO ON THEN! SHOW US HOW POWERFUL YOU ARE, EZMARAN!"
(Xoconan)

the demon would roar as red lighting strike upon the ground his horns pointed downward at the man and begins rushing at him with his horns giving out electric outburst


" so now you die , make it a warriors death "


the demon would attempt to impale the man in his chest with his horn



the order was given and the demon wanted nothing more but to follow the rules of war . if someone was to come about to disrespect the leaders Death would be the toll
(Cadura)


Xeke Remira exclaims, "I am back from ardent!"

Xeke Remira says, "Also I found both Saruin, and Caesar."
Jacker just continues to float lazily watching the spectacle, but a burning illusion of himself arises from behind a pillar and a relaxing mist of water spirals around him.
(Jacker Chong)


Xeke Remira says, "They are both currently on top of the volcano at the old val settlement."

Xeke Remira says, "Annnnd, the volcano caves are empty."
The Archon observed whatever it is was ongoing in the square.

From what he figured, the mob was ganging up on Yareth. For one reason or another, this Drakanite decided it'd be a good idea to arrive inside of Aetherius; unamused, Zaruma clearly felt the sensation of Occult madness.

"Only human..."

A reference to instability that humans possessed when dabbling in Occultic magics, he merely spoke out after.

"Execute him, then."

"I have no desire to lay my eyes upon madmen tumbling into my city."
(Zaruma)

Daigo watched as the guy zipped away, far too quick for the red-haired brute.
(Daigo Wasabi)

--Although, the Archon quickly notes that the Drakanite attempts to escape.

The Tempest had none of such. His visage formed like a blur, leaving naught but a silhouette of his appearance - perhaps a newfound strength within this Ventus Archon, or perhaps his innate speed, but nonetheless--

He certainly ran rather impressive pace.

If only to chase down Yareth. The Drakanite wasn't going to escape this city unscathed.
(Zaruma)


Cadura says, "wait... we did this before... everyone follow there might be a group waiting for us"
As he stares at his fat mage hooves, he shrugs, and makes a likely futile attempt to chase the man down.
(Somnus Illarian)

The Archon chased down the Drakanite, almost phasing through the reality; one could note that he'd appear in simultaneous places at once as he moves, leaving very little to nothing but a silhouette in his wake. Out of entire city, only one man was able to keep up - that was Xococan, and he were to witness what would unfold.

On Yareth's way out, Zaruma suddenly appeared infront of him, cutting off the path. Now the Drakanite had only two options - either to go back to face Xococan, or to step forward to fight against Zaruma.

And it didn't seem that Zaruma would be waiting for long.

"Foolish decision, if I were to judge."

The scythe was drawn. It had seen much bloodshed already, and soon, it were to feast upon Yareth's flesh as well. Inevitable.

"But humanity are known for foolish decisions."

"Come. I'll send you to the rivers of oblivion."
(Zaruma)

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He just had stop as the plasma of Xoconan appeared, his memories of it came on his mind, the cyclops that defeated both of them. He just turned to Xoconan.

"I wasn't fleeing... was just getting ready to defeat each one of your pitiful allies! It still rispid and loud, then he turns to the man that reached him first, Zaruma, the archon that Maiya helped once. He just look at him. "YOU... WILL BE... THE FIRST?!"

His sword is unsheated imediatelly, there is a fucking weird and huge smile appears on his face. "TRAGEDY'S ALLIES... MUST... DIE!"

With this he just concentrate his mana to turn his body even stronger, to have a chance to reach the power of an archon. Then he rushed against the pink haired humanoid, holding his greatsword with just the right hand.
(Yareth Ehécatl)

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Sigil of Power [OUTPOST]

An outpost to the Gaiar Aetherius.

Unlike the main city, this place is mostly manned by the army that served Demonkind, alongside with researchers that worked day and night to develop new means of restoring the old civilization and it's every little bit.

Less populated, but clearly no less busy than Aetherius itself, the Sigil of Power was a place of constant activity.

A place of progress and strength.


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Yareth Ehécatl has sustained an injury in battle...

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The Drakanite was no match to the Archon.

While he took the heavy blows fairly well, it was evident that there was no way for him to overpower the Occult projection that was the very essence of power upon this world.

Moving like a blur and flying all about at inhuman speed, all that Yareth could see was a silhouette of velvet hair and crimson hues that kept striking out against him. The speed of Drakanite magi only allowed to scrap the Ascended One, but proved to be not enough to deal any significant damage.

"Foolish--"

A single blow, seemingly out of nowhere that flew into Yareth, ripping against his flesh with the blade of a scythe. Long before he knew, the Tempest itself crashed upon him, flashing back and forth at blinding speed to deal a flurry of blows that would put him down - combined with the Fell Wind that ever graced around Zaruma, Yareth found himself defeated rather soon.

Dawning before the beaten Drakanite, Zaruma gazed at his own hands; this newfound ability which was merely in progress, this inner strength unlocking from within, it certainly felt great. But enough of being distracted by that.

His crimson gaze was set on Yareth, speaking up to him.

"I'm certain you know how this ends."

"Any last words?"
(Zaruma)

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Zyanya asks, "Do you think they could've gone to the caves?"
Xoconan had watched the fight with mild interest. Not bothering to get in the Archons way, hands and arms folded across his chest.

Acting a deterrent to keep Yareth from his fate.

"Really, you're lucky." He spoke calmly, despite the raging aura surrounding him. "If Zaruma wasn't here, you'd be torn to pieces." Calm, but irritated.

Staring at Yareth was given a chance to breath his last. Unamused through it all.
(Xoconan)

The match was clearly one sided, the archon is faster and stronger than Yareth, during the battle the drakan couldn't understand why this would result on his defeat, he wasn't doing it for the right reasons..? Well, his mind still a mess. ~~ I CAN'T LOSE, I WILL AVENGE YOU, I PROMISE>

In the end, he is on his knees, in front of the powerful Zaruma. The Maelstrom's edge of Yareth had vanish, so the occultic influence had begone too, then they could see the true nature of this man now, a desesperated sad man that saved lots of lifes, but not the only one that was precious to him.  ~~I failed... I'm sorry, I couldn't do much more than it... DAMN IT~~  A tear droped from his right eye, falling from the burned scar on the right side of his face

His hand reached the mythril prothesys that is behind of his right ear,made by Hatsune, and the memories of they moments appeared on his thoughts once more... then he saw the image of Cullen Edderlin, the paladin, Masika, Yildra, Solem, Karma, Atla, Noa, and even Xoconan, that fought for saving his life that time, as proud warrior he just got up one more time and felt the pain on his muscles caused by the fell winds of the archon, he just stood up slowly, faced Zaruma with his dark blue eyes now, then he faced Xoconan, and turned his face down, to spit on the grass.

 "Isn't that? What warriors are for..."

No more words from him, he just waited for the final blow, he knew that this time he doesn't would have salvation, not as the situation with Artos, or with the cyclops, this time he was entirelly lost, and without any friend.

It is the end of the Drakan, even Quetzalcóatl abandoned him, his wings had started to dematerialize. A sad end.
(Yareth Ehécatl)


The Archon stared upon Yareth with expressionless gaze; even if they were enemies, even if hatred towards so many living beamed inside the heart of Occult that was beating in his chest, there was one thing that he could respect - desire for vengeance.

Even if unsuccessful.

But that's a whole another tale. Zaruma raised his hand, commanding the winds to lift up the Drakanite a little - clearly, this was the Archon's element, and so he easily commanded winds to such extent. Suspended in the air, Yareth was forced to face Zaruma in his final hour.

"Then you understand."

The scythe was prepared and held ready. Suddenly, Zaruma swept past at incredible speed, aiming high with the scythe's blade. All that separated Yareth from death was just a flash...

And the flash of Archon's silhouette is all that he had seen in the end.

It was quick. Painless. Perhaps that's Zaruma's final gift, a token of acknowledgement for his efforts to revenge his loved ones, even if the Archon deeply loathed them all.

Yareth's life ended with one final fatal blow with the scythe.

The Drakanite was no more.
(Zaruma)