Algar Dracoins First meeting with Ancestor and High COD

Judas had a hard time being among so many humans and not being allowed to kill or even outright fight one of them without reason. He needed to leave to find something to get rid of this urge for battle that was building up. After getting a suitable distance from the gates of Nostvale, wings of Rieka would sprout from Judas' back and the young teen would take flight towards the plains to see if he would find anything interesting.

After a few minutes, he would see what looked to be a boy around his age in the plains. Interesting. He decided to land. Not only because of the boy, but because flying with these Rieka wings was already taking a toll on him.

Slowly descending, he would end up landing right behind Algar. With a faked yet naturally warm sounding voice, Judas would say,

"Hey there, what are you doing all the way out here all by yourself? Didn't your parents tell you that that's dangerous?"
(Judas Valco)
Algar was lost. A woman was executed, in public. For a meaningless threat. Maybe she was. she was. . . .

No, Algar knew deep down inside that she tired to assassinate the one who goes by the name of Kali the White. But he also felt that Kali didn't have the right to take her life. After all. . . . She wasn't the one to bring her into this world.

Algar had the sense of urge that no one had the right to take something that was not theirs. Including a life. . . . If it wasn't yours. You weren't suite to take it. Which means that they should be punished. But who could complete such a feat. Even though it was dark and down. They had to be punished. Espcially for the way how the way that they executed the kill.

All he had heard was the word "Judgement" ringing throughout his ears ever since that fateful day which occured 3 months ago and ever since then Algar had left his home. Just walking aimlessly out in the wild.

His eyes were faded, his mind was blank. He didn't know where he was headed or why. But soon, he was stopped by an older boy.

Hey!

Algar had heard. Soon he would turn around as he stared at the floor aimlessley as his eyes had still shown blank.

He was still shocked over the public execution that had happened so he felt that nothing had mattered anymore. What he was taught and what he had grew up knowing had all been shattered on that fateful day.

He now knew that as long as you have power in this world. That you can do anything with impunity.

"My parents are dead. . . " he said bluntly. His words came off emotionlessly but it was the truth. His mother had died when he was 5 years of age and his father was missing from his life. Hence dead
(Algar Draconis)
"Aaaw, well isn't that sad?" Judas said still keeping the faked tone tilting his head to the side a bit and giving a wide grin while saying this. Well Valmasia was a war-torn land so it wouldn't really be rare to come across someone with no parents. It was also strange how he didn't react to the Rieka Lines that could have clearly been seen all over Judas' body or the stench of blood that seemed to follow the young Oscuri wherever he went.

Which reminded him, Judas was starting to run low on the blood that was in the vials and here was a source of one such liquid right infront of him. If he could manage to spill some while fighting then Judas would have been able to kill two birds with one stone.

Not even saying a word, Judas directed the blood in his vials to burst out of their stores and start floating around him. Around this time, Judas caused a small portion of the blood to crystalize and shoot across his cheek drawing even more blood which could be used in battle.

If Algar wasn't attentive then he would be in for a really big surprise. And it wasn't going to be a good kind of surprise either.
(Judas Valco)
Algar would remain looking down at the ground, oblivious to the blood trail that was trailing behind of Judas, or even his Rieka lines. But what he did seem to notice was the sudden sound of glass imploding as blood would soon float around Judas.

His eyes would soon follow Judas's feet, leading up to his upper torso until he finally got a good glance at his head and got a good look at who he was. He finally saw how the world could really be.

He had to turn around to see what was going on due to Judas's sudden appearance behind him and then on top of that, Judas had came of with a very warm voice. Only to strike him down with what seemed to be like his blood.

Soon Algar's voice would become dark and sinister as he would say. "So be it. . . " and with that. He let his body fall forward to a certain degree to only catch himself by placing a foot infront of him to dash off and run straight at Judas with his Katana drawn.

"Judgement shall pass. . ."
(Algar Draconis)
"Judgement eh? That's sounds like a very noble thing to say haha!" Judas said still maintaining that warm sounding voice before leaning in slightly as his eyes would glow a bright green evidence of Rieka rapidly flowing around his body saying with a sinister voice that suited his actions,

"I hate noble things." Before a smile would once more appear on his face once more looking like a warm and happy person. Looking at the weaponry Algar carried, it would be evidenced that he was someone who preferred to fight up close.

Troublesome.

However Judas would still maintain an optimistic outlook on this encounter. Blood would ooze from his cheek before seemingly turning into a miasma like substance.

One certainly wouldn't want to breathe whatever that stuff was, especially if they weren't an Oscuri.
(Judas Valco)
 "My you certainly are an energetic one running around like that!" Judas said while chasing down Algar while simultaneously throwing out projectiles of water as well blood. Aaah so many cuts, hopefully. Judas also added any droplets of blood that would have been spilt to his arsenal. It looked like his prior experience with persons who used energy magic would prove useful in this battle.

Now that Algar had once more been rendered still, Judas would take his full time waiting for the lad to stand up all the while maintaining the smile on his face. After so long, fighting was just....amazing. It filled Judas with so much pleasure.

He could do this for years on end without getting bored. At this rate, it would soon be playtime where he could really enjoy himself.

"I hope your "Justice" thing goes well."
(Judas Valco)
 Algar didn't know how much water could hurt until this day. Being assulted with torrents of it and pelted with blood seemed to not be his forte. He was quick but the boy had seemed be more skilled than him as the lad had easily beat him down with keeping a smile on his face. Algar's rage helped him endure the longing battle but it couldn't help him win as his skin was torn at and cut as he bashed around by blood and water.

But out of all of the things. . . blood? He soon couldn't tell whose blood was whoose as he was bleeding from all over. Algar even saw once during the battle how Judas had used HIS own blood against him. HIS own!

But Algar was no on the ground. Panting heavily on all fours. He had only fought about 3 times in his entire life and this would be his fourth. Which was strange because he thought that he would never get into a fight again ever since his encounter with Kali the White's dogs. But here was was, on the floor at the mercy of the older boy. Which he thought was pathetic. . . He was supposed to be the heir to the Draconis clan and here he was on the ground. At the mercy of another?

He strained his limbs to act upon his will but it wouldn't go to his commands. So he lied there weak and tired. Awaiting for Judas to do whatever he pleased with him as he could do nothing against him.

Come on now. . . Get up . . .

A voice had appeared out of Algar's mind. Soon the rage and anger that he once had disappeared. Soon Algar would glance about the scene to see if another character had shown itself but none but the two of them were there. His eyes grew wide in fear as he was starting to think that he was dislusional as he had heard a voice but no body to emitt it.

Suddenly he had the strength to get back up on to his two feet as he pushed off the ground. Facing Judas. He started to back off as to flee from this sudden encounter but his feet had stood still. Then suddenly he had the urge to move forth into battle with this character once again.

As an Allimaker. . . . We don't rn from fights. . . We win them. . .

The voice would once again reappear in his head to soon disappear without a trace. Algar would remain shockingly calm as he advanced towards the older boy. Weapon in hand.

Not knowing what to say, he would twirl the Katana in hand as his energy shroud appeared once more and he thought to himself. 'Alright you . . . . um voice. . . . Help me out this one time. . "
(Algar Draconis)
By Azrael this child sure was a runner. Was it even right to call this a fight anymore? It seemed more like a chase with mild skirmishes around choke points. After a while it became more of a test of endurance. A test that Judas would have surely won thanks to the adrenaline that pumped through his system and the quick patch jobs he did on himself while on the run.

Eventually it would seem like Algar wouldn't be able to take it anymore and that's when Judas would take his chance to strike. Behold! Wings of Rieka would emerge from this boy's back as he would quickly fly after Algar before delivering a powerful Rieka-filled punch which would serve to temporarily stop his use of mana.

Right after this, powerful whips of both water and blood would quickly collide with Algar's skin which would have probably left really nasty temporary scars. Now that the boy was injured enough, Judas would grab a hold of Algar's face while still flying foward albeit just above the ground specifically to drag the young boy's body across the dirt for several meters before immideately stopping and letting go of the face.

This would cause Algar to go a few more feet before coming to a slow, painful stop. Flying up to the boy's body, Judas would lower himself commanding rings of blood to bind Algar's wrists, neck and ankles to the ground and then crystalize thus being fixed in place.

Now for the fun part. Judas would point at Algar's right shoulder unleashing a powerful, yet small torrent of water to erupt from his finger piercing the boy's shoulder. This didn't have enough force to break it, only cause a large amount of pain to the exposed bone. This was what Judas wanted.

Now that he had an open would to work with, Judas would draw some blood from Algar's wound and make it come into the form of a knife and then crystalize. Drawing it across the young teen's face, Judas would say,

"This is what happens to noble people you know." In the same faked welcoming voice as before. Scratching his head, Judas decided he would get to the fun part.

The young Oscuri stood up and with the snap of his finger, water would surround Algar's head for several seconds before disappearing for only a brief moment to allow Algar to get only one or two breaths in. After about two minutes of this, Judas would switch it up.

Placing his focus on Algar's left wrist, Judas would force the blood to contort and rotate with such force that it would cause the wrist to break with the force alone. Then the fun part. The blood would travel down to the forearm before exploding out of the arm leaving the flesh and bone exposed.

This blood would then be used in place of the water to surround Algar's head for several seconds at a time before being let free to fall on his clothes. This time, this process would continue for an hour.

"Alright, I'm bored now." Judas would say simply letting the blood fall on to Algar's clothes and then with one movement would cause about four pints of blood to exit through all the open wounds the boy had to exit and go into the empty vials Judas had at his waist.

Judas would relish in the facial expressions the boy would make. Oh how much fun it was. He was feeling so good in fact that he would direct some of the blood on Algar's clothes to go right into his mouth.

"Hmm...I could get used to this taste. It has such a special...texture to it don't you think?"
(Judas Valco)
As the two had collided, Algar had known from their previvous battle that this teen knew just about what he was doing. He seemed to have way more experiance in fights and could beat him if he were to go head on with the man. So Algar switched it up, changing his tatics. Quickly he would make a swift attack on Judas and run away to later come back and attack him once more. The battle would soon come to a test of endurance as Algar had made his little hit-and-runs around Judas. He ran around mountains and hills. Even large rocks to avoid the homing shards of blood and missles of water. He eventually got around into doing some damage by landing a few hits on the man but it hadn't harmed him enough as he kept on coming relentlessly after him.

Soon Algar would become tired and decided to make one last mad dash away from Judas. Hoping to leave him away in the wind. Sure he was faster than Judas but the teen had seemed to catch up with him whenever he had taken a small break to recover his stamina. This time, was Algar's falling.

Surely Algar would get a feeling for Judas coming up from behind him. But Algar had reacted to slowly as he turned to avoid any incoming attacks he was struck! Judas appeared to have wings filled with Rieka that emerged from his back and dove towards him, slamming his first into his chest. Causing Algar to lose his breath and become dizzy due to the impact and the loss of circulation of his mana flow.

Algar couldn't really see what was coming next as he wobbled around, trying to maintain his balance.

Soon Algar was assulted with whip like attacks as he flew back and forth between the two whips as his body had now seemed to be ragdoll'd. The sensation that was left on his skin from these attacks had felt as if someone had an iron poker and heated it up until it was glowing bright read and drove it into his skin multiple times in the same and neighboring areas. Causing Algar to scream out in pain to only soon be silenced as Judas grasped his face with his free hand and flew foward above the ground to slam him down and drag his body for several meters before letting go and having him tumble and fall about the place before coming to a painful stop.

Now Algar was aching all over, blood leaked from his body as he was beaten down, whipped, and painfully attacked with on coming blows as they had seemed to never go away. And just as Algar had thought that the pain was over. He heard Judas crack a smile as if what he had felt was just the opening act.

Gasping for air, he would soon choke on his own blood as he laid on his back, he tried to turn over to spit it out but his body was hurt all over and it pained him just to try and move a limb. So he forcefully swallowed it, tasting the metallic sick taste of his blood as it went down his systems. Soon to withdraw air, which had even hurt him more due to the damage dealt to his center.

But soon he was locked in place by what seemed to be at first some sort of liquid that was soonly crystalized, locking him in place. Algar tried to look up to see what Judas was doing but the sun shined to brightly over his eyes so all he saw was a silhouette of his figure.

Watching as words would soon form from Judas's mouth with a smile etched upon his face, he saw him reach down and form what had seemed to taken the form of a knife form his own blood. He couldn't really understand what Judas was saying with the intense fear that was going throughout him. But he did seem to understand pain.

Water had soon erupted from Judas's finger as it bore a hole in shoulder, causing him to yelp out in pain. He felt a sharp drive into his shoulder as he felt it go deeper and deeper into his skin soon to show his bone and stop as blood would flow from his body to cover up what went missing. Then his yells were soon cut off as he suddenly couldn't breathe. Finding himself in trapped in a bubble of water. Choking on the water as he tried to withdraw air some how but it seemed not to work out in his favor. As Algar had seemed as if all were coming to an end, the water that was covering his head had exploded leaving him spitting out the water he took in to breathe the fresh air. Which was quite a luxary in his situation. Then he would be suddenly submerged again, to only be released again and again.

As the water show was done, his nerves had went numb. His body cried out in pain as tears would form from his eyes. He never knew how much pain someone could recieve. He suddenly thought of the woman who had died in the center of Frostvale. Had she felt the same as he had during this time? Or was her death easier. He didn't know.

Suddenly he had lost feeling in his left hand then he suggested that it was broken. Soon afterwards he felt a numb sensation flow through his fore arm and a sharp tear at it as he felt a big chunk of his arm was suddenly missing. Twisting and turning, Algar tried to wriggle free but all that would come out of it was more pain. Much more pain.

Then he was given a moment of freedom for a good second. As all had seemed fine in the world once more until he was submerged again, but this time. Something dark. His eyes felt as it was burning from within as he tried to look through it, and this time when he was forced to let go of his breath and take the liquid in. It wasn't any water for sure. It was his blood. . . . and this time. It was for a longer duration. An hour long. . . duration.

Soon he was released for the last time as he was soon enveloped in his own blood. His body was completely soaked in blood. His own blood. By now Algar ahd felt his entire being fading away from the lost of blood. He felt if his very existance was on a thin line that was soon to snap. But he still felt the things being done from his body as he felt his blood being seeped from inside of him one last time. His face had completely switched from a total of different emotions as he went through this torture session. But now it was blank. He wanted to give up. He wanted to let go and fade away. But he kept on hearing a voice in his head. Telling him not to

Give up

Soon his mouth was filling with the bitter containments of his own blood as his head loll'd to the side as he fainted from the exposure of  brutallity
(Algar Draconis)
Well, Judas' job was done here. Though he still had to do one last thing. Stooping down, Judas would crystalize the blood on the surface of Algar's open wounds stopping him from bleeding out on him and for good measure, Judas would stand up and deliver a powerful kick to Algar's chest.

"Don't want any of that nasty blood getting in your lungs now do we?" Judas also healed some of the milder wounds with water magic just so Algar could hurt them all over again having to crawl to the nearest village.

"Aaah but it doesn't feel to good to leave you just like this right? Judgement you called it? Azrael will be your judge." Judas said as he commanded the blood in Algar's other wrist and ankles to bend and contort with such force that the bones would break as well.

With that done, Judas woul walk off having quite a good time imganing the pain Algar would have to go through crawling to a city to get help.
(Judas Valco)