Father Son Coven Fighting

[17:58] The wind seems to pick up with the gathering and placement of each ritualistic material that is put into place. Nebula, Henrietta, and Cerise have performed several other rituals to prepare for today - and now it was showtime.

There will be no second chances. The change the Twilight Coven will bring upon Esshar today will mark a new age in its history.
Three small chunks of an obsidian-colored meteorite have been placed in a triangle surrounding the Supreme witch herself, the second Lockwood to head a coven.

Nebula. Queen of Esshar. The Red Witch.

Candles have been placed in the area of the ritual as well, all remaining unlit, waiting for something to ignite them. The dark shadow of the meteorite in the skies was inching closer and closer, with each passing moment causing it to grow larger. Soon, it will envelop even this area with darkness.

And then, finally, it will begin.

The arrival of outsiders will not stop this.
Nothing could. Nothing will.

"Welcome, welcome... I am glad to see that our message reached you."

"But I am afraid you're all too late."

The dark smog that has collected around Myllenoris travels fast, faster than ever before. It reaches the location of the ritual, gathering around the coven in a smokey shroud. And then, finally, the meteorite's shadow reaches them. It covers the first candle - and the darkness causes it to lighten up.

More and more candles begin to burn at the touch of the meteor's darkness.

The fragments of the meteorite that have been collected by the witches begin to glow and burn with a strange fire. Dark and purple.

Helfire.

The Lockwood witch's eyes glow with the deep, bloody color she was famed for. The Gaze of the Seven is cast upon those who've dared to accept her invite.

"It is coming."

"You will be forbidden to forget it. Terrified of the new reality it brings. Embrace it. A new age begins for you today, Kingdoms of Esshar!"
(Nebula Lockwood)
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[18:02] Dun would find himself at the promised location at the promised day, as the great council of the continents had discussed but a month and change prior. Yet, it was not until the elder wizard's approach that his senses truly began to gauge the sheer presence of occultism and depravity manifested forth at this ritual site.

The back of his neck began to itch in a way it had only done once before, in a time long, long ago.

The black spire...this might be something different, but it was bad news for the continent.

"A wizard is never late, they arrive exactly when they intend to. We already discussed the fair possibility this is a trap, but what's a good show without a bit of risk?"

The elder of the Fireblooded would nod firmly, cracking his back as the scent of brimstone and helfire began to smoke in the air. A scent he was dreadfully familiar with, one that had been burnt into his nostrils in Helheim. This was bad juju.

This soil was not safe.

"I make no promises on not forgetting it however, I'm rather old."
(Dun Task)
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[18:10] The eldest son of Dun Task would be the only son of his present, was it boldness, or foolishness? He had heard of the Witches and Demons that had been wreaking havoc in the woods, attacking his fellow guildmates. Hearing of the forces that would come together to intervene in their ritual, the bandaged teen could not pass up the opportunity to throw a fist into their plans, or atleast get revenge.

Truthfully, he had no idea what he was getting himself into, though he would stand tall, stoic. He had to know exactly what his Guild was up against, to know how high the bar was above him.

Standing near his father, he would close his eyes, letting the mana that surrounded him serve as his own senses. The overwhelming occult that surrounded him, the malice that radiated from the gathering before them.

You have trained for this.. Eyes are on you.. The Whole of Dragon's Tooth is expecting you back.. Do not make a fool of yourself.

Cracking his neckless, and popping his neck, the young Task would click his tongue beneath his teeth. "Too late? Hmph.. I'm used to cleaning up messes.. This will be no different."
(Revan Task)
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[18:14] Amélie exclaims, "You are a dog!"
[18:15] Blaidd says, "You are a corpse. "
[18:15] Dun Task says, "No, that's me."
[18:15] Revan Task says, "Not yet, Father."
[18:28] Dun would allow the scene to coalesce forth with determinate chaos, the elder of the Fireblooded's hollow eyesockets not distracted by the crowd as he focused upon the gathered energies at hand. He'd dealt with more than his own fair share of depravity in his day; it felt almost like eating chocolate after swearing off of it for decades...

But way worse for your health and also tastier.

The show, however, was not done. As the fragmented meteor ushered forth such beings of incarnated sin as those gathered, the elder would not be phased by the mana of the wraiths, his blindness to his benefit as he waved his prismatic gauntlet before himself towards the crowd.

"Do not be fooled by their visage. They might steal the face and power of your heroes of yesteryear, but their souls have returned to the cycle. This mockery is but a farce, steel your hearts and ready yourselves for what comes."

Cracking his back, the one hundred and eight year old wizard would turn towards the golem from the cosmos. Despite the danger present, a smile as wide as his Cheshire grin and split mouth edges could allow behind his sacred mask.

"Ah, finally, a worthy opponent. Our battle shall be legendary."

The wizard would join the battle against the golem to come with whoever else stood tall.
(Dun Task)
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[18:28] Sure, the Meteorite was coming down upon them... Yet that's what they were there for, wasn't it? Whilst the beam impacts upon the Red Witch the Rhoynish raises his piece, the finger beginning to squeeze the trigger--

Before it pauses.

Golden eyes dip towards those about him. Why was he attacking? No one was paying him to do this, no, and even then what coin did he garner from an encounter like this? His ancestors would scream praises, sure, but... Where was the coin?

It's that moment of hesitation that draws his attention towards the smog. Figures that, sadly, he knew very little were emerging... Soon enough the impact of the meteor slams into the ground as, once more, his eyes dart towards his surroundings.

A golem.

Teeth grit as the sands whip up from his form, joining the fiery dance about him. There's a gentle chuckle that pours from the Rhoynish's lips as his voice falls quiet. "Well done... This is a story."

There's a slow shake of his head as his eyes shift towards the Task beside him. "You owe me." Stated simply before he began to stride forth.
(Bay)

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[18:32] There was so much to study, so much information to absorb. As Revan took in every detail, the magics of those around him, the placement of every individual, he would feel the sinister magics. Every word that had been slung back and forth, each side seeking to vanquish the other.

The teen would think that there would be safety in numbers, his Father's strength and the Coalition would prevail. However, there was the dread that would wash over as the beams exchanged mana. The putrid mist enveloping the field in which they would do battle.

Three new enemies, powerful auras, wicked intentions as they were steeped in sin. What have I gotten myself into. Though hearing his father's words, that they were all just shams, would renew the young brawler's resolve.

Your father has laid the way before you. You just need the strength to walk it.

He would let go of his nerves, letting the flow of mana around him guide him, forcing him to step beside the Clown Prince of Yesteryear as he dipped into his battle stance. Fists held aloft as his muscles surged with raw mana.

"You will pay for the atrocities you've committed, letting your weaknesses rule over your spirit. We will show you what true strength is. Now quit with the nonsensical blathering, I wish to feel your blood on my hands."
(Revan Task)
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[18:34] {NARRATION} The space creature, Lamashtu, turned with a creaking sound towards the gathered army. Fragments break off of the titan with each step - Hundreds of humanoid, ghastly golems, swarming in number. They move by instinct, aiding the Dopplegangers of Serea, Asta, and Pericles, as well as the Twilight Coven...

Black blood oozed from stone.

The meteorite was given life by magic and purposed with the ritual. But it was far from over yet- the battle begins thusly, as the present magi encircle the ritual sight and strike.


The dopplegangers. The witches. The golem of the stars.
Who will you fight?
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[18:47] The massive monstrosity had found its challengers. Some of them more willing than others it seems. With each of its steps pieces of meteorite fell off its body, covered in Helfire. Its watchful gaze radiated with the very energies of each and every single part of Leonaus, all at once.

Stolen. Robbed. Ripped away from its bonded magi and used for its own benefit.

Lamashtu's right hand rose up to the heavens, casting a shadow upon the entire gathering of magi.

"..."

No sound. Utter silence. Freakishly cold in nature and unwilling to comprose. This monstrosity from space brought not only physical threats, but clearly knew magic.

Each and every magi in the area would feel their own weight rapidly multiplying, holding them in place for the descending fist to slam upon their head.

Crush.
(Lamashtu)
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[18:53] Dun would bark out in sheer excitement at the presence of the monstrous moon golem that descended eldritchly from the heavens. A normal, well adjusted person might consider this kind of arrival intimidating, nay, perhaps even terrifying.

But all the old wizard saw was the wonder at the depths of the great titan's inner workings. The metallurgy and mechanics that ushered forth its eldritch, massive gait.

Dun saw progress. And when one could see it clearly, there was no choice but to pursue it.

Slowly, the old wizard would remove his tattered, burn marred cloak with an idle jingle of its rusty, brass bells. It would clank to the ground with a light thud as the old man loosened his shoulder with a steady rotation of the joint.

It appeared that as the years had passed and his age had advanced, eighty five percent of Dun's body was now metal. His heart his head, his right arm, and what remained of his organs was flesh or partial, but everything else?

Dun was practically a doppleganger of the beast before him.

"I am going to have so much fun....taking you to pieces."

The old man's single fist was raised, a sheen of blackened, hardened mana popping around it in a shroud as the wizard prepared for a fight.

"The bigger they are..."

Dun would raise his right knee, black sabaton also hardened and prepared to kick out the great golem's legs.

"...the harder they fall. Stand tall warriors."
(Dun Task)
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[18:57] His father had claimed the Golem as a worthy opponent, and so? He was plenty for the younger Task to face. He would find himself standing beside the Clown Prince of yesteryear, Bay, and Kakusei.. Worthy men to find himself beside.

"Wait- owe you? I'm here because of you!"

He'd respond to the rhoynish, looking to the one he had unintentionally dragged into this. "Keep your eyes peeled, Kaku, observe and lear-"

Though before he could even say such, the darkness would envelope him, and Revan almost laughed. The fool didn't know this wouldn't blind my vision.

Though the oppressive force would be felt, almost coughing the teen to fall to his knees. Though his azure mana would surge, empowering his muscles to stand tall. Revan was thankful his father had made him train at such a young age to wear Nyeshk armor, and his training against other gravity magi.

"You should'veused the whole damn comet to make your sorry ass, because it's gonna take more than that to stop this son of Dun Task." A handful of seeds were taken in his hand, ammunition to fire into his crevices.

My moment of glory.
(Revan Task)
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[19:10] A hard fight. A difficult one.

Between the incredible beams of cosmic energies and the terrifying pressure of gravitational waves the group of magi is nearly wiped out. One after they other do they fall to the great golem. Children, adults, and even elders aren't spared from its attacks.

.. Yet, the group pushed back. They force their way closer and closer to the golem's very core.

Pieces of meteorite fall to the ground, turning briefly into smaller golems, readying their attack upon the fallen ones, ready to execute.

.. Until Esther Aryn presents herself right in Lamashtu's face, raining absolute destruction upon it with blast after blast of energy, hitting right into its core, driving it back and down towards the ground.

From its titanesque height it fell, shattering into hundreds of pieces. The smaller golems ready to execute the fallen magi find themselves crumbling into nothing more than dust as strange black ooze binding the rocks together escapes them, as well as the larger being.

Naught but rocks remain.
(Lamashtu)
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[19:14] {NARRATION} It's not quite over, yet.

The swarm of ooze that escapes the rocky formation as it crumbles from the group's attacks takes shape. Many slime-y, black ichorous creatures slip out and scatter, some of which immediately engage those present. A number of smaller golems still remain, too...

A period of recovery, while fending off from the lesser beasts. Those left in critical condition from the powerful strikes of the golem will be vulnerable.


... Strangely, every slime-like creature heads directly for the ritual sight. Some of them glow with the magic of the sin - a subtle, sickly green, or a violent red veil.

[19:25] Dun had asked for a worthy foe unlike any other, and so he got it. The matters of loot, scraps, meaningless in the face of mortal combat for the blind, one armed pugilist. The monk only truly felt alive these days in the flow of deadly battle, this was the greatest gift he could have asked for on this hallowed day of comet's fall.

And so it went, didn't it? As the great titan of the stars issued forth flames of the aether and gravitic weight of the depths of the void, the elder of the Fireblooded reminded everyone on the battlefield exactly why he had lived as long as he had, and it certainly wasn't sedentary living.

Yet, even still as great beams of cosmic energy slammed against the mana gem of his prismatic gauntlet, the old man felt that which remained of him as flesh giving out. He was far from his prime, after all, and though he would not falter, it was clear his once immense sturdiness wasn't half so legendary as it once might have been.

And yet, as he felt his breathe catch, the familiar sensation of natural energy coalesced about him, pushing him on further and galvanizing his will. With a hollow socketed glance to the source, he saw only his young son Revan charging forth at the golem with his bare hands fearlessly.

A single tear fell from the man's eye.

With renewed vigor and strength, the master energy magi would redouble his efforts of kinetic assault with his blackened sabatons, forceful palm strikes of concentrated mana, and great beams of force until....at last, it seemed the battle had died down.

Each strike of his fists had studied the mechanics of the great assembly. Yet another worthy example of what master engineering could achieve....the sky was the limit.

Pacing bkack towards the ritual, he'd slowly nod with a wince.

"I think...I threw out my back. Or.....whatever's left of it."
(Dun Task)
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[19:32] The oppressive forces would slow, but they would never stop the bandaged Task from pushing his onslaught. He may not have been the fastest one around, but he certainly was the most determined, steadfast in his resolve to bring down the cosmic golem.

The vision granted to him by the mana around would point to the cracks in the beast, weak points he could fire the seeds charged with his own energy. Flowers, bushes, even whole ass trees would rupture out and throw out more chunks of the obsidian meteor, slowing his opponent.

Satisfied with his handiwork, he would take the moment to observe his father. The skill and wisdom that exuded to him as he caught and threw back streams of destructive beams from the meteor itself- he could see the toll it was taking on the elderly fighter.

I have to do better. I have to carry his mantle.

Rushing forward, this was no time to be hesitant, there was no room for slacking. LEAPING towards the titan, Revan would use his own foliage to give him a foothold, a place to fight on the beast himself.

Bandaged hands would sink into the tar and blood that leaked from the golem, ripping and rending into him as he threw chunks behind him. He might have not been able to deliver a flurry of blows, but each one carried immense mana, sending a rupturing beam through it's back.

The son wouldn't stop until it would quite literally fell apart beneath him, finding himself submerged in the vile, viscous liquid. Though beings of goo and golems would rise, heading back to the ritual circle.

"We have to stop them- do not give them what they want- OFFER THEM NO QUARTER. NO REPRIEVE."

His body was screaming, his mana flaring erratically, he didn't know how much longer he could go, but he would not hold back now, he would not be slowed or deterred.
(Revan Task)

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[19:43] The fighting comes to an end.

The army of the united kingdoms has not given up quite yet, however, the meteorite's proximity to the land could not be denied anymore. Nebula, with the beaten, red-gazed Ella Garcia made their return to the ritualistic rune circle. Henrietta brought back a captive with her as well, a man who's flames burned intensely despite his captivity.

"You fight meaningless battles. You cling to a false sense of hope to appease your fickle souls, an attempt at convincing yourself that you are not already doomed."

"Those who look to the stars, those of you who protect the Vale - even those who have been blessed by the angels."

The Elaide Supreme spreads her arms far and wide, as if preparing for the meteor to arrive. To crush them all. To take her life along the lives of this mass. Each and every soul will be sacrificed in the name of her lord, of the true man she had chosen in marriage.

"..And for what? Look in the skies."

"The stars have abandoned you. Asceha's own prophet is a slave to sin and vice. Your blessed Queen would behead each of you with her sword."

One of the many bloody tendrils that have been kept around the Supreme sharpens itself, absorbing some of the meteorite crystals into its form. Akin to a blade, its swing cuts through the air and creates a sound that warns of the cruel fate that had been waiting for Ella Garcia.

She is beheaded then and there.

The red glow in her eyes fades as soon as blood begins to spill from her body.

And slowly... A sound begins to emit from the lips of the previous Queen, a mad cackle of a deranged woman. The Wraiths laugh in unison with her, synchronized as if made of the same flesh and blood.

"HAHAHA!"

A third beam is shot from the meteorite itself - a small one - capable of only swallowing Nebula herself. It is dark in color, matching the shade of the cursed rock. The mad laugh of the witch ceases as her body disintegrates fully, exploding into a mess of blood that rains above the united front of Esshar. A repeat of her last murder scene.

Despite being gone.

Despite dying.

The last words of Nebula Elaide can be heard by each and every person - her voice appears within their mind, with the wraiths themselves speaking too.

"The gospel of the Red Witch will be written with her flesh and blood. The rise of a new kind begins now."

"SUBMIT. OR. DIE."
(Nebula Elaide)
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[19:47] The armless body of Virgil is dragged forwards, a trail of blood across the grass from where he had fallen. His consciousness hardly present already, as he meets his final moments.

"Ah... Splendid, I always did want a crowd to witness one of these." Crouching down low, she rests a knee against his back so his body could face the crowd. One of the many knives from her waist is drawn, brought up to his neck.

"Here, here!"

She laughs, shaking her head. "Today for our Dark Lord, we'll be sending this man here to his domain. He thought pursuing me was capable, with how little he had grown over the years. A disciple of Cayden, and probably someone many of you don't even recognize."

Fingers brush through his blonde locks of hair, while her tail sways at her back. "But it doesn't matter in the end, does it? A soul is a soul, and I am sure he will appreciate this! As I add more... To the ritual."

Pressing the knife into his neck, it easily slices through the skin. A burst of crimson spurts out over the circle, as the final moments of Virgil's life are taken away. A corpse flops onto its side, as Henrietta rises to stand fully to see everyone's reaction.

A genuine smile on her face, as her belly, fills with excitement. "And more to come! Take it in! All those here! Feel the death fill the air, and let its vibrant flow of energy energize your very souls!" Wiping the bloody knife on her sleeve, she clips it back to her belt again.

"The essence fills the very air, as thou Lord grins widely. His eyes are present even now, glaring down at each of you. More lives to be taken, or maybe potential lays within the crowd? You still have a chance to pick the right side, do you not? Otherwise, you'll regret it!"

Henrietta sways happily, as the bells tied to her begin to jingle and jangle. The verynoise loud enough to rattle one's brain, or even bring joy to someone's face.

"So glad so many could be present for our special ritual."

But with some losses, come much more to gain. And Henrietta only smiles towards Nebula, even if her sister was gone now. The reign of terror that comes next, will mark the land of Esshar for an eternity.

"Such sweet voices... Such sweet melodies." That connection now formed to her mind, the meteorites had all landed... But the final one threatened for much more than the show of wraiths, but the death of many on the battlefield. "I can't wait for more~."
(Henrietta Monroe)
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[19:56] Dun would steadily recent his energies and progressively catch their breath, the old elder of the Fireblooded finding that the bout against the starbound golem had taxed him more than he cared to admit. It boiled within him, a reminder that he wasn't half as strong as he once was, and yet the old man's will was unshaken by the declaration of war on life.

That's life, as funny as it may seem.

The scent of iron and ichorous fluid filled the air as, with a waft, the old man would take a deep breath as the occultism crackled around him, the void addled senses of the old wizard would spike at the presence of the gathered energy.

It seemed that though their battle against the golem from the stars had been a success, the gathered warriors had been routed by the wraiths. Small unit tactics had failed the rest of them this day.

It did not mar Dun's pride. He'd lived through the last demon apocalypse, he had little fear of dying to this one.

"...This is a rout. We cannot stop their forces and the meteor at the same time, even if all of us were at full strength, which many of you are not. Live to fight another day, answering their mocking challenge is a meaningless effort worthy of fools. And I was once the prince of them."

Dun would nod lightly to Hades.

"Revan, Task family secret technique."

In a puff of smoke, the elder wizard was sprinting away at the speed of chrono-acceleration, their battle had been won this day. He had learned much from the golem of the stars.
(Dun Task)
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[19:59] Rushing back to the ritual circle, Revan would find himself motionless as two had been captured, their head removed from their bodies. Was it really all meaningless?

False hope to appease a fickle soul?

These newfound emotions he had found, were they truly temporary? No, he couldn't listen to her madness. His father had shown him the truth of this world, chaos, so long as there was growth, there was purpose.

More lights would pierce the night sky, the souls bound to the meteor that would drive it further towards them. It was approaching fast, Revan could feel the strong magical presence from it even through his closed lids.

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THIS.

Did he run, or did he stand and fight? Could he fight such a thing? He had fought a machination the size of a moon- but that was man made, this had a much stronger magical presence.

He would look to his father- or the cloud of smoke he left behind. "Very well, Father." The mana that remained in Revan's body would cause his legs to swell a great deal, and he would BOOT, SCOOT, AND BOODIE THE HEL OUT OF THERE.
(Revan Task)
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[20:03] {NARRATION} The dark meteorite would soon hit Eternia with enough force to send the oceans into space, leaving much of their home-world obliterated worse than humanity could ever achieve. Soil would become barren and the air poison.

They can feel it, the overwhelming heat.

The foreboding sense of doom.

The End approaches.

Upon this vessel hundreds of now sentient Mimics are carried, anchored by the sacrifice of the Red Witch - Pawns to be used by the Dopplegangers.

Would they stop it before impact?