Demon dev. 5

[12:40:41] Rothraim would call out to one whom he had bonded with and formed a pact long ago when he was merely a Giga. Now that the time has come for the Demonkin to assemble Rothraim would need to garner those who were loyal to him as well. Nickolas Vulcan would be the first to bare his marker there would be many others to follow.

Now that he had arrived on the island following Rothraim's call he was prepared to mark him.

" Much preparation has begun, If you are ready to pledge yourself to me then be ready and hold your soul in your hands my mark will give you dark power able to infuse into your flames. And there will be far more boons to come once our tribe is fully built. Will you again pledge your loyalty to me?"


(Rothraim)
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[12:51:47] Standing before the massive Agarthian he'd recall a time when the creature was less developed, weighing less than he currently did and also missing his arm. Powerful bolts of electricity would flicker from his body before releasing light crackling sounds that would flash at random. His aura and color distinction had seemed to evolve. Long and wide wings spread beyond the trees winding powerful jolts of lightning as he stood far above the young male baring crimson.

Rolling up his sleeve he'd begin to reveal a marking upon the back of his right hand extending it so that the brands would be right next to one another on his left hand he would extend it towards the creature flashing in lightning. "My Loyalty has been pledged for the Agarthians that inhibit this land. Show me the way to true strength." he'd say before awaiting his brand.
(Nickolas Vulcan)
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[12:51:47] LOOC - Nickolas Vulcan: (I bought rice since it takes less ingredients)
[12:52:38] LOOC - Rothraim: [oh perfect]
[12:52:38] LOOC - Rothraim: [http://spires.pixel-realms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=674]
[13:02:01] The demon would nod his head and begin to gather a crimson current of occultic lightning on the tip of his claw. Without any hesitation the demon would pierce his claw into the right arm of the man whom he bared to mark. Demonic essences quickly flooded the boy almost overpowering all of his senses. His blood was drawn and mixed with dreadful beings curse.

However Rothraim's true goal was to inflict influence over the mana circuits in his body. Flooding them with his own demonic mana almost consuming his the Nickolas' own mana source, It would be painful and not a single moment not filled with suffering.

After a while of Rothraim pressing his claw deep into his arm he would remove it. The blood would soon begin to clot and take shape. A crimson maker a deep red covered in crimson, Four long lightning bolt like figures would remain upon his arm.

" The contract is made, In return for power you shall server Agarthans and ME loyally, You are not permitted to speak publicly of the demons actions unless given my permission. Nor are you able to act in contempt against any of demon kind unless provoked. You are an extension of my power and soon we are working on ways to allow your kind to become more bonded with ours.

Besides this you have your own free will, It will be rare for me to stop you from doing as you please. Capture any Jianghu Fourfold or Gehennan Savages you can and bring them to me so I can brand them as well. However for now we must build and construct our lands, and food is required for such.
(Rothraim)
17:34:14] The currents of the occult lightning would surge down his arm to his hand before forming yet another symbol up the row of his right hand. The occult brand would whirl in a frenzy of dark lightning before calming into what may appear to be a red symbol that jolted bolts next to the pitch blackness of T'an mo's Brand. The power surging through his body began burning his mana in dark occult as he attempted to fight off the aftermath of the addition. HIs eyes incising as he held his arm attempting to fend off the brand's power with his own willpower, attempting to override the brand until it was suddenly under some kind of control.

The attempt to riae was hard as he felt as if his mana was filling with half darkness and half of his normal mana. Flameing his prowess of fire shroud he'd begin to burn away access mana that had been troubling his system before releasing finding that his fire shroud had not completely closed due to a leak of mana.
(Nickolas Vulcan)
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[17:38:30] Panacea Variola says, "Don't get it."
[17:38:30] Osharus asks, "You don't understand? Well I suppose there isn't a reason why you would, there's been no hint to explain it so, mmm. Would you like me to show you?"
[17:41:04] Rothraim would roar the sound of thunder would echo throughout the island and flex his wings. Now that his mark had been displayed control over the man granted. However he would not usurp the mans judgement or free will such practices were not in his interest if the man had already made a pledge of loyalty to the demon.

" Now that you are branded you may reside here in the Agarthan lands. You may travel back to Avalon if you wish but they wish to keep record of all whom are branded or bonded with our curse. Do as you see fit. We need more farms set up so we can supply more food to continue building. and these buildings are to be destroyed. Except for that one until words have been spoken."

Rothraim would point to the building were Osharus stood with some female.

" Is there any questions to you care to ask now?"

Another flex of his wings this time resending them to behind his back.
(Rothraim)
[22:04:44] Rothraim would sit flat on the grassy ground and began to conjure up a gathering of lightning in his hand the lightning would quickly flash into the skies and then there was silence. However the silence was easily broken as a flash of lighting would rip through the heavens and begin pour its energy into the house that resides besides them. Now that that was underway Rothraim would focus his attention onto his student and his compatriot.

" If you are to manifest dark power, Or occultism as your people call it you must first connect with the root of its power. Anger , Hatred, Revenge, even violence to some degree. Urge these emotions to stir within your soul and force it into your mana as you control it."

Doing just that he would show them a bit of occultism that would coagulate to his hand almost like a flame of darkness.

" Being able to manifest this power is the first step. There are many ways to begin if the first method is impossible for you, meditation if necessary closing your mind off from the world and allowing your self to call out to the void. Ask it for power and power will be given to you. Although if your mid is not fortified you could fall into the void and not return. You humans have fragile minds like that. So I urge caution in attempting to attune yourself in that manner."
(Rothraim)
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[22:10:43] LOOC - Zephixo: (I'm gonna get off for the night, I'll catch you all tomorrow)
[22:12:25] The young male would close his eyes before attempting extremely hard to conjure up some sort of malice, Thinking of the way the people tortured and domesticated the dragons in Valmasia, destroyed their home, and wiped away the history of the drakanites he'd become irate. His draconian incised eyes would form beneath his eyelids as he began re-living the slaughter of many people. The history of the undead and plague. Before filling himself with a conviction that would turn into something less angered and more matured. Wrath.

His wrath was like that of a calming flame as most drakanites are known for their prideful ways he'd open his eyes to have both occult brands blaze and flicker with both lightning and occult magic. Though it was settle his kindred nature for life was rather soothing and kept him in balance or in check, he'd only reveal a small percentage of what darkness held in him by the demons that bestowed the darkness within him. Typically and basically he had no darkness of his own, though the brands were giving him darkness power allowing him to manipulate the magics, though currently they weren't at will or in his control.

"What is.. The void?" he'd ask with darkness slowly beginning to shroud his flame, emitting random jolts of lightning that coursed passed his hand feeding off his mana turning it occult.
(Nickolas Vulcan)
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[22:20:06] "The void is the beginning and the end of all things, It is where darkness resonates In its purest forms and it is how demons first come into fruition by drawing powers of the void, as long as such their power isn't exorcised by divine or holy magic a demon remains immortal and undying. Capable of reliving in different forms and drawing its power from the voids ever lasting well of mana.

There are those whom call it many different things, Chaos , Darkness , Yet in truth it is nothing it is everything and nothing simultaneously. Yet it gives power to those who desire it, For a price. Which for humans is usually their sanity , and their humanity. They become objects tat lust to kill and draw more into the void with their power. Which such can be controlled if one has a mind for it there are ways to draw from the void without being pulled into it.

However that is a human trial I have no way of directing you in such a manner I can only show you how to draw from it."
(Rothraim)
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[22:26:04] Understanding the male would depart his peached color lips to speak. "I have no means to fiddle with such things beyond man's comprehension. The drawing of chaos and destruction are paths that the Valmasians took long ago, and I wish to stop them before it is too late. My journey is to become strong enough to unite the nations and make them compromise. Everyone seemingly thinks of nothing but themselves, putting lives on the line and murdering for power gold and social status. I do not need any of these things. Hear me when I speak. I am Nickolas Vulcan, a child of Ryujin and an heir to a new world. Peace will be made to be, whether it means the end of them or not."

The male would look up to the beast with adamant eyes that spoke of truth, honesty, dedication, and resolve that best even the strongest of soldiers. "You reap what you sow am I correct. THen I am sowing into darkness for the balancing of the darkness that has partaken of this land to become a vessel that will bring balance once again to your land. I do not wish for crowns or glory. This is bigger than who I am and what I am to do. he'd say before tightening his fist. The occultic magics slowly subduing to his will. "For I was born without the power of madness and insanity and wish to leave the same way I came. With great power comes great responsibility.
(Nickolas Vulcan)