Imprisonment pt 1?

Omnitox: His bare feet resting upon the heap of meat and flesh, his laughter radiating as crimson drips from him. Sizzling softly the droplets of blood land upon the bodies that are a ’blaze, his snow white tail shift from side to side, causing splatter sounds to emanate from the stone walls. Glancing downwards, before notices the severed cranium collide against his sternum before he lifts his gaze once more, narrowing, his gaze lands upon the thrown objects, point of origin before he slowly begins to step forward, his steps silent as night, but the dragging of the chains behind him dark and eerie, he gently, raises his head into the air, his hair moving from the middle of his face to the side revealing his crimson iris’ glowing ever so brightly as he reached the corner, gripping it tightly, he leans his head forward, his eye lids lightly close thereafter, smelling softly as his sense of smell begins to accelerate in performance. Crimson drips from his hair towards the floor, causing a light dripping sound, as his gaze, turns slightly around the corner, a grin appearing upon his lips. His eye lids softly open as the land upon Nue, his snow white tail lightly curling around his left leg, his hunger rising as his excitement for his next meal grows.

KainFatalis:  With each moment that passed time seemed to slow, each breath drawing in more pain.  Lord had faded, Kain could feel it, feel his brother slip away.  Flooded with his regret in full the man sighed and sheathed his daggers, his lightning faded away; all the shrapnel and blades that remained in the air fell to the ground.  Dropping to his knees the man's two toned eyes had faded from their sharp edge to a more tired gleam.  His fighting…his hope to make this time different…to try and atone for his sin…Gone with the final breath of Lord.  The clash of blades sounding around the house brought him back to that time once more when he drove his blade through his brother's heart.  Seeing his face reflected in his eyes and armor, the X shaped scar a permanent reminder of that day.  He was so tired, his endless wandering had brought him no further to his goals.  His arms were heavy hanging down at his sides, blood still leaking out of him where the assassin had struck him.  Looking up he began to realize something, he didn't want to move.  Didn't want to keep fighting, keep wandering.  The man was tired, he no longer cared what happened.  Remaining on his knees, he listened to what was going on around him, his curiosity of what to come left a slight smile on his face.

Xioru: Nue’s heart thundered chaotically within his ribcage as he felt the earth shook. Quiet as a wraith, yet the weight of the Monster was not anywhere near the feather -- never that. He could feel it resonating against the earth as his entire body shook; fear spiking against his very muscles as he tried his best to suck in breaths. Breathing became increasingly difficult as his vision blurred -- everything was turning into a chaotic mess of colors and shape due to his dilated pupils. Cold sweat running down the side of his face, Nue shook the mass of brown hair away from his face before glancing behind him; a grievous mistake that he would regret for the rest of the other side’s Eternity. Monster, in all of that word’s glory, was standing over him. His teeth chattered as he felt his muscles turned into mush. “Ah…” A soft squeak, not as all like a man, or even anywhere near to Human. It was the sound that the Prey releases when it realizes that the Predator can no longer be appeases with just the Scent of the Hunt. ‘I have to Run, have to Run. RunRunRunRunRun…’ <c>

Xioru: Before Nue realizes it, his feet were kicking out wildly, pushing against the obsidian floor as he backed himself up. Further and further away, his instincts were screaming for his to turn tails and fled, but he could not do such a thing -- could not detach his gaze from this majestic Monster in front of him. There were so much bloodshed, the creature’s firm claws are caked in crimson tide yet its eyes revealed nothing. No hint of regret, of remorse, and now it wants him too. No, Nue must return him. He must return to his mistress and informed her of the dire threat that was going to eclipses their City. He must inform her of the danger, and flee away from here as far as possible. He must survive, and to survive, he must escape. “No..No!” He growled, a growl that quickly transformed into a scream as he threw the Dagger that he was holding with his full might -- watching as the dagger flying true toward the beast’s abdomen. <e>

Phase 1/ Random Assassins of the VII (4): The remaining four reapers slowly surrounded the man, their cautious nature bleeding onto the tense atmosphere -- almost cracking away at the scent of blood. Their eyes widened as the enigmatic male sheathed his weapons -- the expression on the man’s face was undecipherable. Their orders were clear: Capture or Kill...and it seems like this was the time for imprisonment. Throwing out their respective shurikens, four deadly stars flying toward Kain with impeccable accuracy as they landed with a sickening sound. The stars that was deeply embedded into the Warrior’s body was drenched in toxins that could incapacitated a renown Gladiator, but this was a different Beast altogether. So they waited to see what can happen before they move in for the end. Seeing him go down, they immediately went to capture him as they realizes that he was no longer a threat. Tying both his arms and legs together, they vanishes into thin air; Their destination was clear: The forbidden Zone of Sphira, Drysnae’s Crucible. [End Phase]

Omnitox: His hand tightening his grip upon the stone wall, diamond nails slicing into the rock with ease, as he lifts his legs using his arm strength to thrust him around the corner, ever faster, flames flowing off his being as the thrown blade sinks deep into his flesh, piercing into his abdomen causing a murky grey substance to mix with crimson as he thrusted his opposite arm forward, his nails razor sharp. His teeth part as a bone chilling growl erupts from him, his wound quite severe, but this of no relevance as his healing abilities are rather high, healing time taking two maybe three days at maximum. Nues heart beat radiating within Dantes mind as the chains cracked against the walls causing sparks to fly, his lips slowly begin to shift into a sickening grin as his aim becomes apparent, hunger rising as he moved through the air, his aim directed straight towards nues heart. Crimson glowing from his iris’. His hair, flowing back, revealing the ancient symbol upon his forehead, cursing him for all eternity, not a single living being had ever set it’s gaze upon it, some speculate that it is the reason of this side of him, his locked away personality, one calm and kind hiding the monstrous animal within.


KainFatalis: As the man listened to the footsteps of the assassins as well as their heartbeat, he could hear the change in their pulsing as they saw him.  Ashen hair hung in his face, the flames coming from his right eye were slowly beginning to dwindle down and fade; as per his habit of studying reactions this brought him a small bit of joy knowing this was quite the odd sight.  The throwing stars cutting through the air alerted the man of their approach yet he didn't move, just stayed where he was looking up at the ceiling.  Feeling the weapons piercing his flesh and cut in deep leaned him forward slightly; soon the numbness from the toxins spread through his body.  It would take a fair amount of time for the toxins to do their job, being who he was alone held resistance, even more so by the fact that he wasn't moving kept it from spreading rapidly.  After a while the man's consciousness slipped away and his world faded to black, his head drooping down while his body remained kneeling.  Bound and taken away, who knew what was to come of The Betrayer, who knew if anyone would escape this horrid turn of events with their freedom let alone their life.


Xioru: ‘It was too late.’ Nue thought as the sick sense of realization dawned upon him. His throat burned, he felt like coughing, his legs slowing to stilness. What’s going on? Why is his body failing him now!? He wanted to scream at the eyes of the Murderer that as staring down at him without callous ease. He wanted to scream out, to cry out, to curse that forsaken beast so badly -- yet it was to no avail as blood escaped from his mouth. Coughs, coughs, the sound of him hacking up his blood filled the silent hallway as he moved his gaze downward. Claws of light silver slipped through him, through where his heart must’ve been at. No, it shouldn’t be; Because if it is, then he would’ve been dead already right? There’s no way that he just died, right!? He couldn’t die, not when he still have so much to achieve. He didn’t want to die such a foolish dead. Tears flowed down his cheek -- warm and biting, they fell onto the floor as his breath slowed. Colors faded his visions, filling it with nothing but grayness that slowly, within infinitesimal seconds, turn into blackness.

Xioru: /Phase 1/ Assassins of the VII (4): They waited patiently then -- waiting for any sign of the man that was kneeling in front of them. Cautious, silent, and deadly, that was how the VII operated. Watching with acute vision as the breath slowed, then seemingly stopped from the man, they pounced like a pack of wolves over a piece of bones. Wrapping the Enemy up in chains, two of them carried the upper body while the other two were task with the limp legs. Together they vanishes through the opened windows -- into the night with only one destination on their mind: The Crucible.

Xioru: /Phase 2/ Lead Vanguard of The Crucible (Adrokus) and his platoon (10) people: The night was silent, but that will never be enough to fool the Leader of the Vanguard that protects the Crucible -- the most important Prison in Sphira. Sensing the Lord’s revival, Youngest Asunder has tasked them with a reconnaissance quest: To see if the Lord’s revival was Truth, and if it was not, to dispose of the cause of such power. Dressed in heavy armor that made even the most defensive of Gladiators look like pansies, He kicked the door open as his platoon rushes in -- following the plan exactly. It did not take them long as all to see the cause of the trouble; The beast stood there, wounded and lost. Placing his helmet on, Adrokus roared to his squad -- his voice booming against the walls of the Manor. “Capture this Monster! Vanguards, Chains!” And that was all it took as ten different obsidian chains shot out from all different corners, aiming respectively for the beast’s throat, snout, wrists, ankles, tail, torso, around its arms and legs. [End Phase.]

Omnitox: Gripping tightly, his lips curl into a grin as he landed down upon his bare feet, crimson spraying across his chest, as a bit of grey liquid drips to the stone floor, the stone slowly beginning to liquify, as he raises the organ to his lips, the beating strong but begins to fade as he widens his jaws his voice moist with blood, “Thank you for the meal, much appreciated.” He widens his jaws, as he slips part of the hearts left atrium between his lips before biting down, blood filling his lips before splattering out, flowing down his chin to drip onto the floor. Eye lids slowly closing before he felt the clasps lock around his throat, wrists, ankles, and tail. Swallowing he turns slightly to his side, his gaze landing upon the vanguards, before he slings his arm, causing the heart to collide against the wall before Nues body ignites from him leaping upwards and landing upon his cranium, before erupting forward towards them, his gaze blazing with anger as his iris’ glow blindingly, this has not been the first time being put in chains for him, the sound of the Leaders voice, striking rage into him before he begins to slow. He glances downwards, before sliding his hand forwards, gripping the blades handle and sliding it from his flesh causing liquid to slowly begin to slide down. Releasing the blade hearing the blade land upon the floor with a loud sound before he stepped down upon it as he slowly stepped forward, his hand outstretched towards the vanguards before he began to sway, confusion overcoming him as he continued to step. His vision begins to become groggy before he slowly lowered to his knees, shaking his head, attempting to clear his mind, his entire being splattered in crimson as the flames around him slowly begins to slowly die down, as the broken chains upon him crack and wall to the floor, vanishing from view revealing his power slowly lowering. His jaws widen slowly as visions of his past captivity and enslavement begin to slide through his mind. His voice erupting outwards, “No….No…..NOO!!” the walls around him, the side of the building begin to rattle, the stone coming loose. Eye lids slowly closing as the ground quakes before his body falls towards the floor, causing an eruption outwards, stone erupting outwards in all direction as cracks slowly appear beneath his being, as the building itself, erupts outwards, enflamed rubble crashing downwards upon the earth. The gentle wind soft upon his flesh, remaining unconscious his snow white hair lightly moves as the breeze swirls about. The building no longer in a single piece but millions, the power stored within his being released, devastation is wreaked upon the earth.

Xioru: /Finalization Phase/ Lead Vanguard of the Crucible (Adrokus): It was a harsh effort, trying their best to chain down the beasts. Against his better judgement, Adrokus’s platoon was consist of only those that was newly enlisted. Not to demeans their prowess - for every member of the Vanguard for the Crucible is an excellent soldier in their own rights - but they were the the stepping stones to those that truly shines brilliantly. But this lot as different, for he himself has trained them -- each and every one of them were forged from his hands. The way they move, the way the chained down that Monster was perfectly coordinated. But that was a mistake; Admiring his masterpiece cost him their lives. The beast striked, even in its slumber, powers shredding through his beings -- pulling him into darkness <c>

Xioru: /Finalization Phase/ Lead Vanguard of the Crucible (Adrokus): His eyes fluttered open, or at least tried to as he regained consciousness. Only this time, he was gazing at the sky that was dawning for the first time in Ages. Blinking open with surprise, he flipped himself up as Anger choked him. The sight was as brutal as any warzone he’d ever stepped on. Ghastly body forsaken upon the ground as the Manor turned into shambles. Taking a step forward, Adrokus could feel his armor slowly fracturing -- falling onto the scorched ground with each passing step. His anger rises as seconds passed, his obsidian eyes trained upon the one that was chained on the ground. Stopping within mere inches of the limp body, Adrokus roared out his wrath as he plunges the his Sword into the monster’s limp body -- straight through his chest. This sword does not cut those of the material world, but it shall chain down the Spirit within. Chanting his spell, he let the blade teleport the Monster to its chamber in the Bastion before removing his helmet -- hanging his head as he grieves for his fallen brethren. <e>