Belial 8

[18:56] Zariel Daigal says, "Mmm,"
[18:59] "Uhhh.. I'm not really.. Sure? I know I've seen an Ookami there.. And Hmm.. What else.. A few humans, a Dryad? And of course two others like me! Amara, a Runescribe! And Elayna, she's.. Thera's Shield? I guess bodyguard, is the right word."

Nobody had taught Myst not to talk to strangers in the woods. A slow sway of her massive, oversized arms as she dips through the air aimlessly, little attention given towards the talk of specimens, and Sors. Save for the occasional flick of the cloth-made cat-like ears, and the sway of a tail that curved and danced from left to right.

"Nice to meet you too. Sir.- Oh.. I'm not sure.. What I was! Maybe I was a Nagual? I mean.. The tail.. But, at the same time I don't THINK so! I remember Purgatory quite well, and I was read y.. To.. Go somewhere else, I think? Somewhere with lots of..Screaming, and angry.. And pain. I was going to make it mine..." Her voice became wispy, distant, before a delicate hum replaced it, bubbly once more.

"Buuut then Thera offered me a deal! And I took it! Because I needed to find her, since she failed to call me."
(Myst)
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[19:07] The promise of Sors's reward excited Zariel. A man of that many riches and that much power would definitely reward him well for offering them this spirit, However the deal only became that much sweeter when his acutely enhanced ears twitched at the arrival of another.

Coincidently they were a spirit as well, probably another from the same settlement as before.. That was all Zariel needed, "Alright.. Here is what's going to happen, you both are coming with us.. Alright? Alright.." The occultist said before clapping his hands together and manifesting a booming, chaotic aura..

His wraithblade activated in succession and casted the ethereal form of Zariel's demonic form, or perhaps what would have been.
(Zariel Daigal)
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[19:09]
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[19:11] "I can't! Sorry!"

It seemed genuinely apologetic, the sudden burst of occultism and chaos earning a slight vibration from a nearly incorporeal form that danced and flickered with barely tangible mana. Dipping left, and right- yet either the spirit was dense and didn't realize the exact threat that Zariel and Co were, or it just thought that it was an entertaining show!

Considering the slow clap of her hands together with bubbly excitement, it was likely the latter rather than the former.
(Myst)
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[19:12] Zariel Daigal says, "I'll let you and Zsiga and the glory."
[19:12] Zariel Daigal says, "Don't dissappoint.."
[19:12] Zsiga nods
(Zsiga Godfrey Obit)
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[19:12] Eniel Daigal says, "Okay"
[19:14] Upon realizing that well, they were actually going to get hostile, the spirit tried to skeedaddle.

It probably wouldn't work! But that was in her nature.
(Myst)
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[19:15] Eniel chased after her not letting the spirit flee from him the boy shot Hellstorm lightning towards her to reduce her speed and then flashed like a shooting star blade in hand to cut off her escape route
(Eniel Daigal)
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[19:16] Zsiga rolled his eyes as winds pressed down upon BOTH spirits aiming to halt their retreat.
(Zsiga Godfrey Obit)
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[19:19] Zariel Stands guard while they duke it out
(Zariel Daigal)
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[19:23] Eniel flashed like lightning cutting off the spirits retreat. the young Daigal was far better practiced in magics and it seemed whatever this creature was wouldn't elude him that easily.

As he stood with his blade Drawn Eniel prepared to attack the spirit Hellstorm lightning and Invigorated Cosmic magics crackled along his blade.

" I despise when I am ran from...If you would've came quietly I wouldn't have had to hurt you." He looked towards her and prepared a lunge his blade work far more detailed nd the dreaded sword looked prepared to cut into even the flesh of a spirit.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[19:28] Zariel lounged in a safe distance where he wouldn't get in his son's way. A big smile on his face while he watched Zsiga fight the other spirit that came. However all of his attention focused on Eniel.
(Zariel Daigal)
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[19:30] A dart to the side, as the Spirit tried to make a hasty retreat! However, it was stopped by a bolt of hellstorm and invigorating cosmics that ceased its departure, slowly whipping around to see the Eniel lunge forward, a slither backwards like a serpent crawling through the air, the docile and benign nature soon replaced with what could only be described as prideful arrogance.

"I, have a deal to uphold. And if you think a boy like you, is going to stop me.."

It was faux confidence, brewed on from a past life that had long since perished. The ethereal nature that bound it to the mortal realm weak, in a stark comparison to what it may have been in the past. Yet it didn't stop the spirit from being 'all show, and no strength' so to speak. The vines soon oozing from the soil, fiberous flesh intermingled with flowery petals and covered in thick, heaving brambles.

Noxious fumes mixing with molding spores that soon filled the air. Yet, to amagi of Eniel's strength..

It really wasn't a bother, at all.

It didn't stop the spirit acting as if it was. Fueled by its own past life. "You will get out of my way." A loud, vibrating hiss, sound pitching vibrantly before fading away.

It was all show, the strength behind it meek and pathetic in comparison to the magi it was facing.
(Myst)
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[19:33] ** Eniel Daigal has inflicted an injury upon Myst. ("Permanent Injury", "Permanent Injury", "Permanent", "Severity: MODERATE (-10 Vit)") **
[19:33] The clash between the two didn't seem to last long, though the spirit was.. a spirit, her hold on the world seemed to be weak still. Occult winds, ice, water, and various mixtures of the base elements drove the girl back with seemingly little issue.

Winds pressed down upon the girl as a sadistic smile formed upon Zsiga's face. "Now for a beauty mark, one fitting of such a beautiful spirit." A hand shot out and corrupted mana flowed from his fingertips, the air around the two chilled for a moment as he began to laugh.

His fingertip began to shift as occult mana began to form on the girl's neck. It tainted the skin deeply and if she could feel physical pain.. it would be rather uncomfortable. Finally once the "doodle" had been complete, the mark of house Daigal would remain glowing upon the spirit's neck.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't mar your pretty face." he said to the girl. Elizabeth wasn't around to keep him in check. He was a cocky bastard and as ice began to form within the area he turned his back upon the spirit. A foolish decision, but he wanted to keep an eye on his nephew.
(Zsiga Godfrey Obit)
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[19:56] Hellstorm magics distorted by the hatred of those who followed angels in any capacity, Eniel was quite accustomed to battle for his age he was able to easily maneuver the distortions of gravity caused by the Spirit having seen his father use them many times over.

While the control of plant life was an added feature he had not yet fought against he was able to easily repel the plants with horrid bursts of lightning and explosions of cosmic magic. An avalanche of lightning fell upon the spirit despite having no flesh to burn it would indeed cause them pain.

And as Eniel saw his foe dosed in his own lightning he came closer like a shooting star he slid his blade towards the Spirit slashing at her tethering's to this very plane of existence. If he could not have her he would turn her to his side.

The slash contained trace amounts of Belial's essence the very power to allow those who are bound to break free of their chains once more. As Eniel went to grasp her once more he'd could not hold her physically but he could plunge his blade of cosmic magic through her yet again corrupted cosmic flew into incorporeal spirits body and for once she felt the call of the Moon beckoning her towards freedom.

" I am no jailer, I am no slaver...I offer you freedom and now you will accept it no matter what. I will become the Liberator of Agartha so be well and allow me to free you, to have your shackles broken once and for all. To become what you are meant to be. You are meant for more, the Moon calls for you to join him. Why should you be a slave to mere men or mortals? I will help transform you. into what you are destined for." With little else to say Eniel placed his blade on his shoulder and it gathered horrid magics once more.

Before he offered a final prayer to his lord


' O Belial may you call this one to your side, May you break thine chains and allow her to suffer no more at the hands of Angelic slavers. May you liberate her from their spirit so they may never be bound to any mortal ever again...For this I offer you my own words. ' As the Belialite finished his prayer he used what had gathered from his blade to send a powerful shockwave of cosmic and Hellstorm towards her hoping to free her of whatever bound her to this realm once and for all but it seemed it was not yet time She escaped in some manner or another...fleeing before his attack could truly free her spirit.

He was disappointed but he knew now she was marked and she'd find him in time.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[20:14] "CEASE. YOUR INSISTANT. MOVING!"

The feline hissed loudly, a bellowing voice that demanded authority. The tone and accent tinged with a harsh, Gehennan ire. The vines whipped forward, trying to meet the Hellstorm magi's body with an untamed, and enraged ferocity. Only for brambled foliage to be incinerated whenever it drew close. Gravity pulled upon- sound vibrating and rippling through the air akin to a banshee's shriek.

Nature and metaphysical magic. Bent on ensnaring and entrapping the youthful Belialite. The sudden burst of occultic magic seared- the pain inhuman, unnatural, and yet distorting what made her what she was. Particles of mana forced to disrupt-

Then the sudden shouting of an enraged tribeswoman from the Gehenna of old, came to an abrupt halt as the blade dug through the tethers binding her to her summoner. They would warp, revert, and realign, yet strung with the hints of cosmic magic. Red sparks soon causing her frame to distort, and twist. The anger brewing harsher beneath the incorporeal flesh that formed her. Unhinged by the touch of a growing need to indulge selfishly in her own baser desires.

A loud cackling emitting within the air, high pitched, unnatural and inhuman laughter as the spirit dissipates, barely avoiding the severing of her ties that would have dragged her back to the gates of Helheim once more. The lingering touch of Belial indeed making a beckoning call to the entrapped God of the Moon.

But also stimulating old, craven needs.

"Winter will come.. And when it does, all shall be swept clean, till springs blossoms burst from the corpses of those of Avalon and the Imperial Loving Ardent fools! Pools of blood shall kiss the land anew- yes. YES! Free- FREE FREEDOM! I, shall feed the Wraiths--"

In that moment her recollection as to why she had accepted the deal was gone. A single-minded focus of the Gehennans of old.

Coherency lost, as in the distance the two, blood-red misty orbs that were her eyes winked out of existence, the final words echoing through the forest before her sudden departure vibrating through the air. The whispers of the moon finally edging in, having their say within the spirits brewing madness.

"The Blood moon... Will rise..."
(Myst)
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[20:20] Zariel watched in amazement as he watched his son corrupt a spirit with relative ease. Even though the spirit wasn't very strong,it still showed the progress he'd made and how serious he was about the path he'd taken..

All the talk about freedom could only remind Zariel of his younger days, running around preaching the very same word... He was happy that Eniel could continue the mantle, even if it was through Belial..

"I'm thoroughly impressed son.. Let us continue the hunt with Ferus.." He said before leaving with Eniel..
(Zariel Daigal)
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