Prelude to Corruption

[21:58] The Godfather says, ".. That.. Would be me."
[22:02] {NARRATION} The few that lay on the ground are completely and utterly without movement for now. A small door near the edge of the bar starts to creak and make itself known. A literal hidden door that likely wasn't meant to be opened any time soon. A man steps free from that door now, cloaked in black pauldrons and a dark head of hair. It flows off of his head like water. As he approaches and makes himself apparent, his voice has a certain tone to it.

Confident, proud.

The Godfather turns his head to Syracuse and Eniel now with a brow raising as he did so. His hands are planted in his pockets as he arrived. The man must've looked as if he were in his early thirties- But something about him didn't quite scream natural.. Or even safe for that matter. Like a sixth sense that magi tend to acquire for half a second-

The Godfather was radiating bad vibes.

"Though.. I'm unsure if stomping out my followers was the way I'd truly start the impressing." He turns to Neries and Humand and snaps his fingers. The bodies on the ground?

An immediate telekinetic force is blasted throughout the room as they are picked up from their prone positions- Ten whole unconscious bodies are lifted like drones and mindless undead- And promptly rallied over to the wall nearest the Godfather.

He narrows his eyes back at the other two. Those from Dawn.
[22:10] Syracuse Fengari, man of many vices. Couldn't help but to give a sheepish smile as he offered a shrug. What could he really say? His blood was up and he wanted a fight.

"Sorry, blood got pumping. Ain't like I killed any of them. I know how hard it is to find good help."

He'd seem to rest his axe upon his shoulder easily as he spoke, the other hand lowered settling a thumb into his well-worn belt-loops.

He'd take a moment to size the man up, a soft smile upon his face as the cursed gift coursed through his veins. He couldn't help it really, he liked the cut of this guy's jig.

There was a lot to say about someone confident. Even if they where his enemy. Though before he started the charisma engines he'd look over to see what Eniel was up to.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[22:17] Eniel could feel it his slight tinge of Chaos magic that he had gathered out of anger was quickly overwhelmed by a larger force. An anomaly amongst magi who were not trained in this method of sensing Arcane magics but Eniel had long since done the training during his study of riftmancy under Nyphadora and he could at the very least ascertain this man was quite strong.

Yet Eniel didn't show any sign of backing down, Eniel however was still confused and under the effects of the strange liquids while he wanted to ask more about it he left it as it was...he would have Vedran test whatever that concoction was after they had gotten back to Dawn.


"Wasn't me. I was under the effects of this stuff. I assume. Its pretty obvious why where here. I've searched long and hard for more information, and I've come here to receive it. " Eniel kept his eyes on the leader for a while not moving it but he'd take his hand away from his sword and while he had hostile magics lingering on his body he'd eventually let them die down.

"Anyways you'll have to forgive this so called prophet he doesn't have any manners. I am Eniel Daigal. I've come to learn of the sealed one. That drink....it has given me such a reawakening of the possibilities that lies within m destiny...I cannot be held back from it for too much longer so." He'd still hold onto what grasp of chaotic magic he could muster although it was few compared to this man. He was almost as if this man was standing on top of a mountain as Eniel sat on a mound of dirt.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[22:18] The Godfather says, "Right. When you begin a conversation with a man who is on the brink of deciding whether to send you home in one piece or several- Perhaps your first sentence or even second- Should be your names."
[22:19] Syracuse Fengari says, "Yeah, I'm still on an adrenaline high."
[22:22] Simply jerked a thumb back towards his face as he gave his name to the elder magi. He knew enough to know they'd be a helluva fight. Yet, weren't all the best one's?

"Syracuse Fengari, Prophet of Belial and the Dreamer. Knight of the Wayward Star. Here to have some fun and help out this ass."

He'd jerk that same thumb to Eniel at the mention of an ass. Really? Throwing shade on him infront of another prophet? Not cool bro.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[22:22] The Godfather says, "Prophet. Right."
[22:22] The Godfather says, "Show me who you really are, Syracuse."
[22:22] The Godfather says, "Show me that you know how to be true to yourself."
[22:22] The Godfather says, "That will decide whether or not I turn you into paste on the wall."
[22:25] Eniel shook his head at Syracuses response...were they always like this or was he just noticing it now?
(Eniel Daigal)
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[22:25] {NARRATION} The Godfather's eyes immediately narrow as cosmic force starts to bubble off of his form. His arms and chest start to sparkle slightly- A bloody force permeates off and cloaked him in Belial's gift. Though it's different in a way. There is another force mixed inside.

There is one man's disgust for the rest of the world. It was his ire.

The pressure in the room heightens to a point that it is palpable- The mage who radiated with Arcane Chaos took a step forward now and points his palm back at Syracuse.

"Because my gut is telling me to turn you into the next drink we sell here."
[22:34] Tilted his head as he was so clearly threatened. He'd think back for a few moments, the drink was made from people?

He'd chuckle, that wasn't bad at all. Sure people tasted a bit gamey but who knew that they could make such great drugs.

His own aura blazed bright as his own scarlet hues leveled with the man. The writhing tendrils flickering in and out of the ethereal plane.

His head tilted towards the line up of unconscious but alive cultists along the side of the wall. If he'd wanted them dead he would have done it, yet he was under both Belial and a RAGE's influence and hadn't killed a one?

Now, that took willpower. He was a man of the world and he enjoyed it always. To the fullest, it was why he'd come here after all.

"Well, I've always found listening to your gut's the right call. Though, I have to admit."

He leaned forward a half an inch as he kept speaking.

"I need not show you anything, I am what I am and that's enough for me."

He'd never bowed and groveled to someone who'd threatened him. Oh sure he did it when it was offered on occasion but when he was being threatened? He just got angry.

His scarlet hues glanced to Eniel, now was a good time for him to do something if things went south.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[22:38] The pressure grew and even though Eniel knew the magics weren't directed at him out of instinct he opened a rift to the other side of the bar further away to get out of the range of any attack that would be thrown. A dodge of sorts.

Although he wouldn't exclude himself from battle he made sure to keep an eye on the situation from a distance. His confidence wasn't misplaced with Arrogance...Looking upon the man who bore this magic it was undoubtedly the mixing of both a Sin and the manifestation of Belial's blessing...Another who had claim to such power.

Eniel knew he could not fight him head on not like this...He was far too weak and without Belial's gifts yet...But still would he let Syracuse die? He hadn't decided yet honestly...maybe it would be a benefit in its own right....But no he could not just abandon him even if he wasn't an ally of he and Hathor's cult he was at least a Legion member that was enough for Eniel to ready himself for battle if needed...

Yet his freedom of rage exposing itself to the world was immense...Eniel had always lusted after the power of the Sins. They were ultimately the most free any being could become...It was the ultimate showing of embracing Belial's wisdoms.

And thus to see this man clad in the very same magics Eniel had lusted after made him both angered and envious...but there was much more Eniel could learn by keeping him alive than going into combat with him...

Eniel sighed and grabbed his blade. What an idiot..."Syracuse...if my destiny is ruined because of you're idiocy I will kill a thousand times worst than this man will. I hope you understand that." He points his blade towards the Nereis first. Then he lifts the cleaver weapon onto his back.

"I'll ask once more before we do this...Will you forgive him for he is but a fool doused in dubious beliefs. Had he not been a Knight of my faction I would've let you kill him on the spot. But I assure you understanding his truth brings you no merit. My Destiny here is all that matters."

(Eniel Daigal)
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[22:41] {NARRATION} Before the next RP is dropped, this particular fight is high CoD and unfortuately is not unavoidable.. If it turns poorly and you roll low, you will die. If you drop below 100 vitality from wounds dealt by this foe- You will die.

If you lose the fight itself, one person who was fighting will die. At any point during a fight, you may decide to flee and take your injury roll then and there.
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Your IC post will drop in one moment.
[22:49] {NARRATION} The Godfather raises into the air now and brings his palms together as Arcane force builds within his fingertips. He flicks his hands in their direction as a literal tidal wave of crushing, telekinetic power rushes at Syracuse with immediate and direct lethal force.

Syracuse may have refused to bow to any man- That was his truest self.

But the Godfather refused to let anyone live that would not bow. The two voices of Belial had clashing ideals- And as burning malice calls to the Godfather- He wouldn't hesitate even a second. He calls into the room, now disrespecting Eniel.

"You rightful idiot.. You don't understand a single thing about the Chaotic One, do you?" He kicks off of the floor and creates a massive meteor in his palm immediately. It burned with crimson force. "Being your true self is -all that matters.- I had to see where ideals would place us. I have decided that his place him under my boot. If he doesn't bend? He. Will. Break."

The entire bar starts to quake as wooden boards below and in the walls around begin to creak and crack. The Godfather was going to level the building itself.

"You do not know what brings me merit, worm."
[22:57] Looked up as it began, now one could call the expression upon his face a smile but that'd do it a disservice.

Imagine if you will how elated the salmon feel as they swim upriver. How thrilled the bear when it awakens from hibernation. How happy the drunk when he gets a free beer.

He'd immediately raise a barrier about himself. Pulled from the energy of his own soul, an rarely tapped source of his power. Yet, it was needed to avoid the debris as it began to fall down.

He wasn't a able to fly, no that'd always been beyond his grasp. However, he could do a few things. Namely he'd inhale sharply, before exhaling a ear splitting screech up towards the floating apostle.

Awash in the fiery power of the cosmos and dreams. It was as if the wills of several gods competed in this moment for which truth would matter in the world.

His wouldn't be bent or broken, not by this sin-ridden monster or by Hathor and Eniel's sect. It'd remain true, up and until he suffered his second and final death.

No Fear.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[23:01] Eniel didn't like being disrespected...not a single bit...all the initial fear that he felt and the worry of how powerful his foe was left him. A slow rise of his chaotic magics and ethereal cosmic magic began to dance across his form...'idoit' That word...that same damn word that the Oscuri used to call him...

Cosmic magics flared and from it brought the Hellstorm of Occultic lightning that danced along Eniel's blade as he spun the cleaver around sharpening it with lightning magics. He gargled in fury as he heard himself being disrespected.

'Worm' more insults pouring from the mans mouth as the na・e Knight stood taking the insults into his mind frame more horrid magics beginning to bleed from him.

" What the hell did you call me? Impress you my ass....I'll take your head back with me...You asshole...I gut you and rip out your damn eyes you'll be the perfect sacrifice toward Belial..." A seething hatred his ire towards the world beginning to manifest in his own unqiue way the stream of yellow cosmic magic that envolped his body was being invaded by the horrid power of corruption bleeding into it a crimson red.

Though not as mastered as the other two Eniel's magics were sharper and honed. He wouldn't stand for any such speak of him in such a vile manner. His chaotic magic only growing more and more deeper as he spilled into a berserkers like rage almost as if he had consumed a rage potion yet none remained seen. He was going for it.

"Syracuse you better not die or give up I want HIM DEAD ILLL FUCKING CRUSH HIS BONES TO DUST. YOU THINK I KNOW NOTHING OF THE CHAOTIC ONE ILL SHOVE YOUR HEAD IN YOUR ASS. " Bilgerent and unstead his hands move towards the cleaver and with one swift swing he opened a rift intending to fall through it the other rift appeared directly above the man Eniel aiming to slice his head off in one swift motion.

"KEHAAKHAHKA YOUR FUCKING HEAD IS MINE. " Something horrid awakened in Eniel perhaps the sleeping power his father gifted to him perhaps the chaotic magic that flowed through him even more densely because of this mans existence and even more so was the B liquid he had ingested still reminding him of what his destiny could be...It wouldn't end her not now Eniel rushed head first in an attempt to end this all here and now.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[23:02] {NARRATION} [Remember: If you feel that the fight is looking bad; You absolutely have the right to flee and take injuries rather than risk death. Good luck. You will absolutely need it.]
[23:11] Syracuse Fengari whispers: I'ma rush him with everything I got. He should be slowed take advantage.
[23:16] {NARRATION} KO COUNTER
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Syracruse: 3
Eniel: 2
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Player victory by the millisecond. A kill cannot be orchestrated on the Godfather, however he will have to flee without being able to take cultists or anything from the secret door.

ROLL D6 FOR POTENTIAL INJURIES. Congratulations. I didn't actually think you could do it.
[23:18] {NARRATION} Eniel: 4 Day Temp
Syracuse: 12 Day Temp
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You may RP while you're on your victory high. Injuries will be handled after.
[23:28] It was the greatest feeling in the world for the mad prophet. The feeling of victory, but a piece. The rush of death, but a piece. The validation of his beliefs, but a piece.

It was all things in that moment, in that second. The feeling of his gods at his back, the rush of their gifts as he charged into battled.

Even for a brief moment, the feeling of comradery that he felt towards Eniel for his steadfastness in battle. If only the younger magi had been more willing to understand.

In the end it did not matter, he'd not been born to rot under the bootheels of another. His scarlet hues blazed as they watched the Godfather, make his escape.

Slowly he licked his lips, tasting the feeling of their power. Feeling the weight of it, the age. It was all so delicious. Possible some of the best mana he'd ever tasted.

Yet, in the end? They'd won the battle and his foe had escaped. It was not a bad thing to lose him, for in the next battle Syracuse swore he'd be stronger. Ready to fight that being of chaos which stood so opposite his beliefs.

"Praise unto the Pantheon.

His gaze glanced skywards, towards the heavens above. He may have lost before in the wars and grudge matches back in the rest of Agartha.

But he felt that would be changing soon. He'd tested his faith against an elder speaker of Belial and came out true.

He'd turn about to start checking upon the wellbeing of the citizenry and magi who'd been unfortunate enough to be caught in the battle.

Perhaps some would still be alive?

(Syracuse Fengari)


[23:33] Eniel was moved like any berserker would his cleaver sword Known as 'Sorcers Rend' gripped tightly in his hands using rift portals created from his pure raw and untested energy he unfearingly used them to quickly bounce from space to space dashing in and out of combat while sending horrid volts of lighting from every direction at the man.

Aiming to chop of a limb or at the very least burn his own insignia into the mans flesh he wanted his death. All of Eniel's attacks were send cascading cosmic magic focused into sharpened blades with Hellstorm magic each attack aimed to chop of or cleave a body part in the most grotesque fashion Eniel could come up with.

Gravity compelled him to move faster with flight beaconing his abilities making him faster, The rift portals being used as ideal subterfuge to hide himself before appearing in an random portal. Electric shocks being throw towards him as he avoided the flames and cosmic magics being shot out by the man.Eniel was blasted back by a beam of read cosmic magics only for Syracuse to take advantage of that opening with his own magics.

After Eniel' had been blown back he'd gathered lightning into his palms and channeled it into his cleave his rage building up again more and more and more and with a the gathered Lightning he aimed for the mans head once more throwing open a rift portal and leaping through it freely appearing above him and Dropping at fast speeds while being cloaked in cosmic magic. He came falling down like a Comet or a meteor with his blade in hand his final move went to slash the mans head off entirely.

Although by just a small margin of Error or perhaps the chaotic magics acting as a buffer between he and Eniel's blade. Eniel missed by just a second and instead cleaving deeply into his shoulder. Blood spewing out from the Godfathers arm.

As he cried in pain he send Eniel flying with another burst of his raw chaotic force knocking the berserker down to the ground once again. Eniel screamed his own raw chaotic being thrown back towards the man despite how minor it was compared to his own it was clear having been blasted by that magic so many times during this battle he was beginning to understand it more and more.

As it seemed the Godfather was aiming to Flee Eniel would jump again aiming to cut him off and finish it at last but he coughed up blood tripping and falling into the ground...that last blast of Chaotic magic did a lot more damage than he had expected. His body hurt and his body still burned with his hatred.

He took a knee supporting himself with his cleaver dug into the ground. "G-Get your ass back here....I'm not done wit you yet...I AM THE CHAMPION OF BELIAL. NO ONE WILL EVER DENY MY DESTINY...THE STARS...THE MOON THEY ALL TOLD ME SO....GET BACK HERE DAMN IT I...I'LL KILL YOU...!!!! " His screams began to die down the rifts he opened waning in the distance before eventually being forced closed by the lifestreams natural order.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[23:39] ** The Godfather has inflicted an injury upon Syracuse Fengari. ("Beam Barrage", "Syracuse's body has been battered and beaten down by several nova rays from an array of cultists with bad intentions. He has bruises across his chest and ribs, and some of them have been fractured just slightly.", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[23:39] Eniel Daigal says, "I got force choked"
[23:40] ** The Godfather has inflicted an injury upon Syracuse Fengari. ("Broken Arms", "Both of Syracuse's arms have been broken by a wave of condensed, unfuckwithable Arcane energy. Telekinesis carried the Neries and slammed him into a wall. It felt as if three mountains were dropped onto his shoulders.", "Temporary", "Duration: Long (12 days)") **
[23:46] {NARRATION} The Godfather is thrown backwards now, having taken them lightly to the very end. Even when he stopped using Chaos, they beat him back. It made him curious- It made him want to see just how far they would go. As he is thrown backwards and forced to take a cosmic dash in blunt force- He finds himself injured and unable to fight more without risking his own life.

That's a no.

The man leaps upwards, flying into the sky and opting to stand on the ruins of his own bar. "You know.. Not many try me. We'll see just why that is in due time." He snaps his fingers once more, and causes the rest of the building to start to quake and collapse inwards.

They had but one place to run to for safety after the fact. The hidden bunker. They had a few options now.

They could save the civilians- Or the cultists- But not both. The Godfather groans with his battle wounds, and immediately made his escape to the far east. Away from this place, to rest, bide his power.
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(The Godfather)
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[23:50] The Godfather is thrown backwards now, having taken them lightly to the very end. Even when he stopped using Chaos, they beat him back. It made him curious- It made him want to see just how far they would go. As he is thrown backwards and forced to take a cosmic dash in blunt force- He finds himself injured and unable to fight more without risking his own life.

That's a no.

The man leaps upwards, flying into the sky and opting to stand on the ruins of his own bar. "You know.. Not many try me. We'll see just why that is in due time." He snaps his fingers once more, and causes the rest of the building to start to quake and collapse inwards.

They had but one place to run to for safety after the fact. The hidden bunker. They had a few options now.

They could save the civilians- Or the cultists- But not both. The Godfather groans with his battle wounds, and immediately made his escape to the far east. Away from this place, to rest, bide his power.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[23:53] When it came right down to it in that moment. Syracuse couldn't help but feel for the cultists he'd beaten into the dirt.

So, they'd be the one's who he'd pick up and run into the bunker with. Surely with him and Eniel working on the same page they could get them all.

Rushing into the hidden room and safety without slowing down. He'd no desire to get crushed under a house.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[23:55] Eniel would feel the pressure of magics dwelling forth towards him as the buildings was beginning to collapse Eniel couldn't speak but he could still move. Searching for the remaining cultists he'd leave the remaining citizens to their own fate.

He didn't care for the rich or the snobbish types anyways they could all die for what he cared but those that worshiped Belial didn't deserve such a dire fate.

carrying two unconscious cultists in his hands and another being hosted around his shoulders. Eniel would force open a rift out of sheer will and throw them into the bunker and he himself would be tossed in as well after them.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[23:59] {NARRATION} Inside the bunker- As ten Belialist cult members are saved with the two- They find a vast array of things here. Beds for the hidden, food, a bunker for those in need of a place to stow themselves away. They find a library, were a mighty Grimoire is on a giant podium to represent its stature in this place.

Several other items, such as ore, alchemicals, and even materials can be scavenged across the place.

They were free now- To take from here- To leave- But one this is certain. They leave here knowing a lot more about Belial.. Than before.



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[00:03] Eniel made his way towards what he felt was most important, He grabbed the Grimoire and the fairy powered as well as some mythril he saw idling on the ground. The bunker was safe but still not stable. He had been drained not only from combat but from opening so many rifts while still being untrained...Yet he focused once more...Feeling the chaotic magics that were teeming in the book he used it to his advance and broke apart the lifestream as if it were glass.

A shatter fromed into reality and broken open was a gate way towards the hills of Dawn their church that had been made for the Cultists of Belial. Although it strained him he spoke feeling the pain of his throat forming." Get your ass in if you wanna survive...I can't hold it open forever. " he said in a weezy tone leading the rest of the 10 cultists and Syracuse in before jumping in himself.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[00:05] Had been left by Eniel to carry seven cultists, on god it was a good thing he was a huge son of a bitch.

He'd heft them into the hidden basement. Keeping them safe as he hurried after. He knew these cultists where more of the mind of Eniel's branch of forceful freedom.

However, it was their life to live not his own. He'd look around the room, the bunker. His eyes traveled across the blighted Grimoire.

His scarlet hues settled upon it for a few moments. Then? He turned away, looking for something else. He'd nothing to learn from the prattling's of those who'd come before.

His beliefs followed a different line of thought.

He'd continue to look through the bunker until he finally found a broken an chipped piece of gemstone.

He'd just enough time to grab it before he leaped into the rift created by Eniel. What a useful trick.

Did he gain a cool book or a bunch of followers? No. However, he knew a certain zambie with a cup of 'B'.
(Syracuse Fengari)