Cosmic 5

[20:03] As hostile magics began to set flares in the air it grew heavy with magics as they surged through the area hellish magics balanced on the very tip of Eniel's spear, the roar of lightning like screaming blades that pierced through the air as he watched his enemies beak apart and he was faced with one whom fought him before...Dissatisfying. He had hoped to finally be able to topple an Angel this day to destroy yet another messenger of Kraus Just as he had done before.

Yet as he watched the Kitsune move he figured this would be a chance to test himself yet again with Belial's Wrath. He would need to be better prepared for this match and improve greatly than who he was when they marched into Huangzhou...How many of his people died that day?

"I honestly don't care how people view me or my God. The perception everyone feels is warranted. I would not have taken this glow upon my body if I didn't not know that I would be hunted and prosecuted each day. I am vile and I will be the lance that pierces the heart of all who stand in the way of Belial and Dawn." He as summed a fighting position keeping his spear held low and his body maneuvered in a stance to best utilize his abilites.

As he concentered he allowed for his connection to Belial and his wrath to grow within himself. He could feel his lords presence within his embrace. As the sludge like cosmic mana moved like a membrane around his body he began to deep his connections spewing forth the chaotic hatred of his master within himself.

Becoming an Avatar of his will. Eniel's goals had always been to converge further within his lords power, To become the most liberated man there was he would not let anyone stand against him. As Belial's Wrath burned inside of im he could feel the cosmic power raging inside him burning like a horrid flame. His mana circuits glowing more and more red underneath his skin the blue color of his retina's becoming more and more ethereal in color yet holding strong to its piercing blue color.

His wells of crimson cosmic mana would begin to rip and surge through his flesh almost as if it were blood the mana dripped from his form spilling on the grounds and revitalizing it to become apart of Belial's Domain...the land he walked upon became Crimsoned as if touched by the moon Demon himself.

As Eniel's spear was held in his hand it would be overwhelmed with Horrid cosmic magics, The wrath Belial felt for this world was still far beyond him to use to liberate himself, He'd tried many times to refine it into a usable power yet each time his body rejected it, Ripping his body to shreds if not only to use the stored animosity of his master for battle.

He cared not at all, He enjoyed it, The sensations given to him by Belial's embrace were nothing beyond euphoric, No matter how many wounds he sustained he could not feel them, His master freed him of such trivialities and with his power he would invoke his wrath upon this world.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[20:11] Ready for this battle, the moment he was given the report over the mans antics. . . To some extent, he wished he'd have remained in dawn. Without a proper will to slay a kin, despite their unknowing.

A look of discontent was made, listening as Eniel spoke over the deities claim to his own will. Desires and hence fourth.

"And what of your, brother?" He argued back, snapping fanged jaws together in a winded grind. Gripping Masamune in one hand, he glanced briefly around the surrounding area.

Raising one hand up as he spoke. The fox casted out the wayfinding circle. Spreading out its influence across the field. "Your brother. . . M-My friend, he died. Staying in dawn to protect. . . You!" He finally shouted, having released the six-path circle out into the field.

His grip over the weapon was maintained with both hands. Dawning the shield of the crimson company over his forearm. "Is this how you want his death to be remembered? That his family had no hope for, change? That the, Daigal name is simply a bastards tale of villains?" Shaking his head, clearing himself of the thoughts, of ferus.

"I don't want to kill you, Eniel. But so many others do. . . Please, let me help you." Posing himself up for battle. Ifrits might was harnessed within moments. Howling gawls merged with embers lit anew. Releasing the claw down his arm.

"But I know how hard-headed you guys can be. . . Even if I have to drag you back to be cleansed. . . I will!"
(Laemor)
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[20:15] ** Laemor has inflicted an injury upon Eniel Daigal. ("Permanent Injury", "Permanent Injury", "Permanent", "Severity: MODERATE (-10 Vit)") **
[20:27] Lunging forward, the fox leapt throughout the fields through use of his immense speeds. When nearing the man in a frontal charge, he waved a hand before him. Vanishing through a portal, instantly, appearing from behind and catching them off-guard.

Carving Masamune's edge into the beliel cultist form.

"There is no worth in life, no point in living! If it means only to take anothers." He shouted, vanishing to and fro around the field.

Without an experts eye, it could merely look as though it was instant transportation. However, with the fields illumination of the Life-stream projected out across the fields.

It could be presumed as something more.

"This is the difference between us, Eniel!" Pointing his blade in the mans direction, beaten and battered. He endured the blows of celestial might. Enduring, despite the urge to pop a rage potion in fear of failure.

"Hard-work. . . Determination. . . Will! That's all you need to survive. And surviving is all we need to do, to live!" From the tip of his blade, flames of ice were conjured fourth.

Gathering as magical circles eclipsed the surrounding area. Converting the cultist magic to raw energy. Fueling the strength of his strike.

"Blazing Grace; Wayfinder Shot!"

Reeling in air as he shouted the words in a chant. The growing orb burst into separate arrows, firing forward from every-which direction. . . And during the chaos of his strike, he warped forward.

Catching a clear opening, slipping his arm through the portal and releasing a downward cut, gouging the mans eye out in the process. . . Alas, to avoid succumbing to the attacks of his own. He was forced to wait until it was over to see if he'd captured the man.
(Laemor)
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[20:45] Eniel's body had already been scared over, Wounds inflicted by over use of his cosmic energies and in the most violent of ways at that, Energy of Belial's wrath poured into him, Infusing within him the power to charge at his foe with great speeds, and with electrifying attacks slashing waving and thrusting his spear in order to puncture the man with a solid blow.

Even as he wandered within his own mind he felt nothing but the rage of his master, The strikes, the blows the parries of battle were all numb to him, There was only the desire to win, for victory to improve not only for himself but for the others who looked up to him.

Yet things did not go towards his favor, A wick combination of slashes followed by a final thrust lead Eniel's right eye to be punctured out of his head. The blood spilling out of it along with a surge of crimson energy that over flowed through his body....the wound would be quickly cauterized by both Hellstorm and Cosmic heat.

The words said by Laemor were dismissed as quickly as they spilled from his lips the more he spoke the more it only proved to show he knew nothing of Eniel nothing of what he desired and even if he spoke to him as if he did Eniel received none of it.

He showed no sign of pain, There was only pleasure to be drawn from the wounds he sustained while under his masters aura...As he covered his eye with his hand he'd notice he wouldn't be able to see from that side, His vision completely blinded from his right...How irritating was his first thought..still being consumed by Belials rage he finally drifted his own mind to the center.

"Find someone else to worry about you imbecile. I do this because I want to. The Daigal's have always ben superior occultists and villains throughout history, We will always be that and...I have no need to fulfil any sentiments towards my brother. Hes dead. Apart of the stars now." Rage was thrown into each word he screamed, Yet not from pain merely from the idea that what he was doing was bad.

"You waste your breath and your time I don't care about you or anyone else, Everyone who stands against me will die...That is the path towards Freedom I have decided. I will not let anyone disrupt my path... "He looked towards the blood on his hand and the eye he now had missing...the anger still flooding into him ...to be mutilated by a simpleton was his greatest shame...Yet he knew in the end this would make him stronger. The aura of Belial shifted as it spread into minature wings his body filling with more hatred towards all creation Laemor included...yet bood began to spurt form his body like leaks in a pipe.


He had reached his time limit of using Belial's power...and even though he wanted to push his limits he knew today was not the time to take such a risk...He'd have to attempt it another day. Placing the spear on his back again he moved towards summoned forth a massive amount of Crimson cosmic mana and Hellstorm within the atmosphere and allowed it to create a flash bang effect blinding all within the area with crimson light."Stop trying to save those who do not wish for it...In the end you're only going to become what you hate the most. I thank you for this gift you've given me. Now just like Belial my eye will watch over the cosmos for eternity. "

(Eniel Daigal)
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