Arachnis: Death

 With one more member to the dungeon to grant not only a Saffron disguise but information on Tilandre, the Harukean felt self-accomplished, perhaps another visit to the crippled outpost could result in the end of starvation for once...
He stood at the manor's plateau, gazing off across the horizon- Enjoying the silence as it was.

Few guards kept themselves at guard below, few of which patrolling and strictly at watch around the Granite gates...

As of now, Senju only waited for his wife to arrive, prepared to meet her reaction on the news of his arrival, and continued habit. Oddly enough, in preperation, he wore a testing smirk on his face...
"Let the storm come.." He muttered to himself with confidence... "Let it come..."
(Arachnis)

Jade would of course, as if on cue, come out of the manor behind Arachnis. Every step held her typical poise and elegance, and oddly enough, she did not seem angry. Maybe she hadn't heard yet. Or maybe she didn't care. Or maybe it was much, much worse. It was unknown to any but the mind of the Gorgon, whom now took a place beside Arachnis, resting on the stone walls of the castle.

"It would appear that you continually disregard me about usage of the dungeon. You are lucky I am not particularly happy with Tilandre at the time being - Or you would certainly be finding yourself in quite the pickle. Literally, I was intending to have a giant glass jar made, put you in it, and then pour vinegar inside to see how well you handle that."
(Jade Granite)

Arachnis: ....Your cute when you're angry...

The distance traveled from the east towards the north was boring, floating across the grasslands to only camp on top off rocks in the desert, once hitting day again he could only travel more. Hopefully this trip would not be a waste of time, the rumours heard about the two and there little operation was not small, but soon enough Magister seen the manor in view, as his body lifted off the ground and he flew over the mountain, landing around he could easily fly inside, but that would be an intrusion, so he landed down at the gates.

Walking through the gates to the Granite Manor, the two guards would probably try to stop him from entering but he dismissed them, only to make matters worse as he walked into the courtyard off the manor. The small thirteen year old Malpercius teen, depravity leaked from his very core as both off his arms were wrapped in bandages, he looked like he could not do anything in his current state, oh how wrong people where.

Turning his purple hues up, he follow the manor up until two figures clothed in black and hoods stood there, the purple hues beamed out from the hood over his head, shifting his body around to move to face them, he still ignored the other guards in the courtyard... they were not important to him. With his undeveloped voice, he spoke out to the two on top of the manor, hoping they could catch what he was saying. ''HELLO THERE!'' A grin crept up his face, as he moved his right bandaged arm to knock down his hood, waiting for some sort of reply.
(Magister Malpercius)

Senju gave a long and near oblivious smirk towards Jade, with zero regard to the threat nor slight annoyance. That was an achievement, and nothing less...

"You know... You're kinda cute when you're angry." He admitted, with a smile, only to be turned by the calls of guards beneath the plateau. Something was going on, and with a glimpse of movement from the skies to the estate property below, beckoning his full attention before long. Guards began to circle the child from all angles, positioned to tackle at any moment.

"Hmmm... What's this?.. A boy? Magi at that... " A few more moments, and finally he had lost interest as soon as the boy appeared. "Probably lost, take em' away." He ordered with a shoo'ing motion, and with that, the Granite forces closed in, without hostile intent nor weapons drawn. Easy and without malignant intent, they aimed to lightly push the boy off the premises. He didn't exactly do anything wrong aside from trespass, and didn't seem intent on causing chaos, and thus, was dismissed just that -easy-.

"So.. About the prisoner." Arachnis continued, turning back to Jade. Apparently, he didn't think too much for the boy, for the moment.
(Arachnis)

The response he got was expected, the guards moving in but sheathing there weapons, foolish. They aimed to push him away? these guards seemed dumb, but Arachnis was not going to let some thirteen year old, purple haired, bandaged arm kid walk up in here without just throwing him back out now, would he? no. Magister extended his right arm out to the side, the bandages began to move, something was underneath them, something quite big as the bandages began to break.

Suddenly the bandages snapped off from the arm, the white, bloody cloth dropped onto the grass, the purple flesh was revealed, the mutated arm was in sight, the unfinished Sacrifice that was growing and manifesting on his right arm. Tentacles pushing out off the skin, wriggling around and lashing out at the guards that got close, the exoskeleton that was even forming as they spoke now, was crawling up the arm and in some places you could see the bone inside the arm, disgusting.

The guards probably would off backed off a bit more, probably even draw their weapons as they felt threatened, but they should, Magister was not here to play some silly game, he did not care for how old he was, the Dark Druid was still growing but his potential was limitless. Suddenly the mana began to flow out from his body, the increase of energy felt by those stronger magi, the horrible pressure felt on those weaker magi, the sickening depravity that pushed out of him was probably unmatched with Persapius or none off the sins here themselves.

''I have come to talk...'' Was all he said, waiting for the guards to be called off or for Magister to consume them with his right arm.
(Magister Malpercius)

The guards froze in place, astonished by what they gazed upon. Arachnis himself, gave a rise of the brow... This was not Galion Haruke, the only other Harukean capable of utilizing Lyperion Utovex... So, who was this individual? Whatever the case, they were on his property, and if eviction was needed, it was going to be done by him, himself...

"Actually... Jade... Hold that thought." Clothing, cape, flesh and all began to fade away, blowing in an errie breeze that reduced him to dust... A flash of light without much delay afterwards, and the Harukean seemed to have suddenly 'appeared, just yards before the Malpercian. The irises in his eyes had clouded to a dull gray, and the mana circuit of such an individual was recorded. It felt remotely similiar to what he once thought to be Kudlak, yet almost completely different at the same time, mind boggling when his mind was put to it. Vague memories of a boy with an estranged signature years prior tested his mind, one whom he saw only for a few seconds prior to his only eye at the time being destroyed...

A boy... Named.... Raric? He didn't remember too well, and with such memory did not come good thoughts. "What... Are you..." He asked in a solemn, demanding tone. The guards made some distance, weapons slowly drawn from their sheaths. "You... Are no Harukean..." He stated, narrowing his eyes upon the boy, "...Or are you, some sort of hybrid?" With that a flair of violent clouds exploded from the central spinal region on his back, shrouding him slightly prior to swallowing him in flames of his shadow. Slowly, several serpents of the void rose in pairs, numbering to a total of eight, all of which curving in for the boy and sharpened at their ends...

The attack on the Tilandrean outpost left Lyperion Utovex's hunger stuffed, no longer eating away at it's master as it's been doing for years, meaning it's potency radiated not only to the lawn he stood upon, but the others whom stood around as well. An aura without a face complemented the darkness shroud, bending at the iron fence behind the boy with a long irking sound that cringed at the ears, metal grinding against itself in a painful endeavor...

Gravity weighed down at all within proximity, the essense of hundreds within his body granted him with a mighty presence, and with a slow pace for the boy, he only repeated himself in a grim tone. "What... And who are you?.... Are you of Alteros?... Or are you of some strange mimic creation. Answer at once..."
(Arachnis)

Purple tingle ghosted in this one's sight and somewhat ablazed his curiosity. While the rumors emanated that their leader, Persapius, was found dead - this one never saw the body and furthermore, had faith in such miracles, for when one returns back from beyond the veil.

Master in camouflaging, this one managed to pursue after the suspect, but as the distance reduced - he figured that this fake youngster lacked numerous things that their leader possessed. Nevertheless, the lad had parallel traits, those that are usually indicating a close relationship to the person compared.

With such presumptions ahead, this chameleon decided to complete small pursue and see if the youngster had any potential in alchemy to change the world into something different… With this mindset, they both found themselves standing in the front yard of a manor. Whereas Magister had no intentions to remain unnoticed - and in fact came there to discuss about matters with the lord of this estate - this one decided that there was no need for emersion and therefore remained blended in with surroundings.

It's not like he was completely invisible though, perhaps very hard to spot, as the proficiency in such magic was of a master's level. Albeit it was of a supreme quality, the technique's gist was to bend the photon's around the users form, give the illusion of invisibility… But like any chameleon, could he be spotted if one invigilated the spot he was standing at, for long enough.

And this one was simply standing behind the purple haired boy, a bit to the side as well.

Transparent sockets of his mask meticulously examined the landlord, whilst listening to their conversation and musing something silently for himself.

Nostalgia feeling chose not to neglect this one, in the recent weeks.
(?l?n?i)

 From the depths of the Granite Manor, a Nerd in a blue cloak emerged. You could tell he was a nerd: The glasses on his eyes said so, and to reinforce the feeling, one would certainly notice that he was carrying a book with him, just as usual. Safael stumbled upon two individuals, not aware of the presences above him...

"Sir, is anything wrong?" He'd ask, turning to Arachnis with a quick, polite bow. The cloaked individual was leagues away from his mastery over Illusion magic, but as he arrived, those which welcomed the Illusions of Safael would see the sky darkening, and clouds covering it. It was beginning to rain.

The young trickster stood there in wait, scanning the area with his Amber hues, raising a brow upon Magister. Who was he, even?
(Safael Ferrau)

"Then you will address me." Jade interrupted Arachnis, suddenly asserting her authority. The head of the household looked down upon the boy and his mutant arm, cynical and analytical eyes dissecting him down to his very essence. Everything that he was felt exposed before those expert, serpentine azure eyes. "I am the Lady Jade Granite, owner of this manor and the largest trade company in Valmasia, and of Danariums nobility. You will adress me with proper rank and honors."

"You are an intruder upon my domain. I did not invite you in. You will speak your purpose quickly, or I will order you executed on the spot. Draw weapons!" She commanded, her mercenaries obeying, some eager for blood. "Every second of time that you waste for me is worth thirty-eight thousand crowns. You had better have something profitable to offer me."
(Jade Granite)

"I said, I got it." He spoke with some venom, apparently Jade's attempts to assert dominance over the Harukean wasn't settling well when in the eyes of others... Or maybe he just lost patience.
"No need to raise your weapons... " Although he probably lacked the authority Jade had over the guards, he was expecting the tentacles from both parties to be enough to enforce his point. "I have this covered, it shouldn't be any more of an issue than a simple matter of question and answer..." The side-glance he gave back to Jade faded, and shifted unto the teenage Malpercian once more.
(Arachnis)

The grin plopped onto Magister face, a large cheesey one at that, Arachnis had already teleported down before himself, his own odd abilities ready to attack, the guards even seemed scared at this point. But why were the guards scared, was it because off the odd features off the Malpercius teen or was it because they knew the damage that could be done if a battle broke out with Arachnis, either way they seemed content with backing away.

Magister purple hues did not leave Arachnis, even if he felt the fin existence of the person behind him, but there was no one there, only the cameleon known as... no one for now. But the tentacles on the mutated arm flicked forward at Arachnis, the horrible feel off depravity erupted from the length, until on the tip off one off the tentacles opened an eye, the orange and black pupil looked around for now, blood slowly tearing down from the pupil as it was like a newborn baby, until it's eye locked onto Arachnis.

''I am not some stupid mimic scum, I am not some doppelganger or the fool Persapius who fell to death because of his stupid 'love' and I am now the bearer of Sacrifice, the curse you can call m-..''

But before Magister could finish, Jade Granites voice boomed down from the tower, a slow head raised up as Magister seemed to forget about the guards and the nerd who was around, none of them seemed interesting to him. The hooded female with the long cloaked dress, she spoke as if she was royalty, but maybe she was if she had this castle, but that did not mean anything in the end. Truly Magister was not an idiot, he knew what Persapius taught him, he had to follow the rules of other places and if she had a noble title, he'd have to use it.

Even when the guards got told to draw their weapons, they pulled out their swords, feeling a bit more safe with the Serpent lady herself here to order them, Magister just found it amusing for a moment. ''I am Magister Malpercius, The Prodigy. I have come here to offer you an opportunity, a slice off action, if you feel interested in this... we will talk... either one on one or two on one, I do not care for your dumb guards.'' Waves a dismissive hand at them, before turning his gaze back down onto Arachnis.

''If you do not like the sound off that, then I shall take my leave.''
(Magister Malpercius)

?l?n?i: <*Just observes from the 'shadows' silently. Perhaps Arachnis could feel an intense look directed at him, some sorts of sixth sense as they say.*>

Safael Ferrau: <*Obviously can't see the mysterious person, and is carefully observing, taking note of any detail he can.*>

Jade Granite: Cut to the point, 'Prodigy', I did not welcome you for games.
Magister Malpercius: You have heard about the attack on Wanderers Valley, have you not?
Jade Granite: Oh, are you the head of such an operation?
Magister Malpercius: No, but I am apart off it.
Magister Malpercius: The Black Circle will be aiding in it's destruction.
Magister Malpercius: I would like to offer you the chance to do the same.
Jade Granite: Ah, the Black Circle. I've heard the stories. Mmm... And you want me to assist with such a trivial attack upon the Valley?

-[Arachnis leaves the situation to return inside after detecting something wrong inside, pertaining to his son, leaving the situation to ensure his son is safe and well]-

Magister Malpercius: Yes, it would be good to have more allies on the attack, we plan to completey destroy them, then hand the village over to another pack.
Magister Malpercius: From doing this the Black Circle gain a branch off these guild in The Valley once we take over, it would be a stepping stone towards our real goal.
Magister Malpercius: I am sure it would help you gain more allies and better trades with the new leaders off The Valley once we take it over.
Jade Granite: Currently Lord Alpheral is one of my best trade partners. I see very little reason why I should participate in such an attack, if anything I am lenient in reinforcing the Valley. All you offer is the vague promise of 'potential'. when I already have an established and very profitable relationship with the Valley.
Magister Malpercius: Then your mind is made up, I do not even aim to convince you... it was a kind suggestion, not something we needed.
Magister Malpercius: The Valley is already finished, it's too late now.
Magister Malpercius: Aid them, you will fall with them.
Magister Malpercius: Anything to say to me before I take my leave? hmm?

Jade gasped as she was locked down by the gravitational forces the boy commanded, every inch of her body pressed against the dirt. She felt her bones beginning to crack under the pressure, but if the boy thought he was inflicting torture on her, he was quite wrong. The curse had since long brought about her inability to truly feel pain - The constant wracks of agony it sent through her body had turned off those receptors.

She knew she was hurt, but it didn't stop her from operating. In sheer defiance of the boy, she forced her head up against his power, glaring him down. There was a distinct build up of depravity within the woman's body, as if something were changing within her. Her azure eyes faded into a volatile green color - A sickening one that had not been seen by the lacks of a man since Mirnith...

Ah, Mirnith, the poor young man whom had a statue of himself in Jade's garden.
(Jade Granite)

Magister stared down at his right arm, the mutated and still developing flesh, purple skin color as the exoskeleton formed over the flesh, the tentacles that forced themselves out the arm, holes covering the entire thing. Magister was now in control off the arm, no more whispers, no more taunting, no more it acting on it's own, he was strong enough to have control now. The tentacles slowly wrapped around the arm, keeping tightly secured against it for now, until he slowly brung his purple hues to look down at Jade.

The faint voice that was soothing reached his ear, but he did not fully understand who it was, who was this person who was following him, but that did not matter, they did not seem hostile, even if the yokai turned to face Magister, they made sure to look and watch. ''Mistakes were made, now the punishment is set.'' Was the only response he gave to the cold voice that whispered into his ear, Jade crossed the Dark Druid, how could she be left to even stay alive now, she had to be shown as an example.

‘'Those that chose not to ally with us... It only means that they are but an enemy of ours. That, you have proven just yet. Perish.'’

Slowly Magister kneeled down next to her body, the mutated arm trembled with excitement, pushing the claw-like fingers out against the serpents in her hair, a tight grasp as the cawls push into her head, the snakes squealing out in pain as blood began to slowly drip from the tiny holes placed into her skull. ''Fuel me...'' Suddenly the tentacles on the arm slowly wrapped around her neck, tightening up as they began to latch onto the flesh, the eye on the top off one off the tentacles blinked, as it began to drain the life force.

Black fumes began to suck away from Jade body, pulsing into the eye that was open on one of the single tentacles, sucking away her entire life, the black fumes pushed inside off the pupil, making the eye turned a foggy black/purple color. The arm soon sucked away her life, her skin became grey, her skin shriveled up, the muscles on her body eroded away. Soon Jade Granite was nothing but a corpse on the ground, shriveled up and old, as the black/purple fumes sucked into the eye. ''Rest in peace.''

Slowly Magister retracted his hand out off her skull, the claw-like fingers ripped out off the flesh, no blood seemed to show, her body was completely dried up. The eye on the tentacle soon closed, as the tentacles themselves unraveled around from her neck, slowly wrapping back around the arm itself, Jade Granite was dead. ''Time to go.'' Turning to the person who whispered to him, only a sinister grin was plastered on Magister face.
(Magister Malpercius)

Yea-No. The prideful Granite had already begun the detonation process, and Magister's fool-hearty attempt to end her life only sealed her determination in it. The Gorgon suddenly lunged forward, her body being consumed in the process, but it did not matter. She released the entirety of her corrupted mana circuit - Her final moments. It was a suicide maneuver, the classic 'If I go down, I'm taking you with me.'

She put everything she had into the final release of her aura, the aura of death and divine right. Coiling around him rapidly, she brought herself face to face with him, her eyes glowing bright green. "Die with me, Magi!" She screamed, as every single drop of her life went into the ensuing eruption of Depravity. She was putting everything she was into making a statue of him for her garden in her final moments.
(Jade Granite)

{NARRATION} A final release of mana, but the young Druid's ability to defend himself with his natural magical abilties would be enough to protect himself from the attack. However he would not be completely unaffected. His left eye, along with a portion of his brow and his cheek, would now be forever cast in stone.

Safael had taken his damn sweet time, spending all of his energies to gather as large a number as he could, even finding Arachnis inside the manor. "Sir, we need to get out, Lady Jade is fighting on her own!" He'd scream, having found him in person with his real self. "Quick, quick quick quick, slowpokes!" He's scream as to incite the mercenaries, alerted by Arachnis' underling or... Whatever the heck he was.

Fast feet led the nerd outside to find the scene... To have ended for the worst. Once the trickster had finally arrived to the manor's gates, the spectacle was too gruesome even for him. "Mother... Of... Kraus... What in Eternia has happened to... To Lady Jade?!" He seemed not only astounded, not only horrified, but curious, amazed, even. Shifting his weight from foot to foot as he marched on, he'd stop upon the sight of the purple-haired lad.

"This lad could've been as young as Cervantes, and he's this damned powerful... ?!" He commented, as his glasses almost fell down. The Illusionary copies soon joined him after having brought the entire squadron of Granite Mercenaries which were completely TERRIFIED at the sight, and almost falling back.

"CHICKENS, WHERE ARE YOU THINKING ON GOING?!" He screamt as he tried to somewhat carry on the deceased Granite Lady's wish. "Damn it... I was too slow... Too slow... I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Lord Arachnis, but..."

"I failed."
(Safael Ferrau)

The Harukean whom had left the scene solely to ensure his son was safe and sound, had returned, shocked by the news. How could things have shifted from conversation to hostile so quickly? He marched beside the Granite men, quickly summoning forth his own personal guard within the Granite estate... Members of the Arache Elitus, encircling him and marching in unison until the light of day had forced him to wince at the sight outside...

The sight.... Made him wallow in disbelief... He had to stare in wonder, doubting and even laughing at the idea, however, the grave truth had revealed itself to Arachnis in time... The feeling of disbelief had took flight, and a heavy drop within his chest wore him down, he froze in place, trembling even...

"N-...Noo.."

His voice quivered, he shook his head slightly, and in time... Fell to his knees, bringing up dust and dirt to carve out at his kneecaps. Eyes shined, rupturing the reflection of the withered corpse within his gaze, pooling up and over to line down his face, down to his chin and drip to the grasses below. Suddenly the teardrops felt like the pounding on a heavy drum, the long hair set upon his head, waved over his face, leaving a shadow cast across his visage.

In time... The silent crying came to a halt, and the air grew cold... "...Was it him?..." He asked, in a quiet, and solemn tone...
As of now, he referred only to the boy that intruded prior. Never had he felt such loss, such remorse... Such... Hatred, since the death of his eldest son, Vukuya to Nostvallians, or Caiside to the very same alias... However, this time, the perpetrator stood before him.

The sun's light from overhead seemed to falter, fog manifesting throughout the immediate scene. Cosmic pollen was beginning to spawn through his pores in a very slow and snaking method, crawling at the feet of all within visible proximity, clouds attempted to comfort the corpse as best they could, cuffing at her sides as though preparing her for her ascent to the afterlife.

The touch of such essence chilled at magus and non-magus alike, and did not arise alone...
Pebbles, debris, and even pieces even the landscape began to levitate for the sky, pulled up by an expanding aura of gravitational energies, shriveling at the very air about, allowing the air to tremble in his wake. The strands of hair that loitered over his face danced, slowly wading from his visage to reveal an infuriated Harukean.

"...I failed my brother.... I failed my eldest spawn... And now... I-... I've failed even you... Jade..." The earth seemed to tremble to a mild degree, the constant murmur of it was proof of the magi's potent circuit at work. Members of the Arache Elitus made some distance from Arachnis, as though in fear for what was coming....

Two eyes, as black as the void, locked unto the Malpercian with scorn and hatred unmatched by any glare he's given up to this point and time. As he spoke words that moved as smooth as silk, the grave expression in his voice growled noticibly, even as he spoke quietly to himself, directing his full attention to Magister.

"...I'll.... Never.... Forgive you...."

"I'll KILL YOU!"
(Arachnis)

This was not good, but it was not bad. Magister had been struck by the curse off her powers, quarter off his face now covered in stone, his eye, eyebrow, cheek, how weird, it felt like it was not even his face, a mask? how could he get up to this feeling now. Making his way towards the exit, the troops that they called had already arrived, what a shame, more people to die? Magister blood lust only built up, got worse, he needed to kill them, there life, their lives where his own, puppets, kill them all.

Suddenly he grasped onto the staff from his back, pulling it from his back as the mutated tentacles wrapped around it, holding it in front of him as the oculist energies soon quivered up his body, the black and orange flames dancing around him once more as he prepared for battle. Gravity shifted as his body was lifted from the ground, floating in the air as he took the sky as an advantage, but clearly it was not much off one, it just made him quicker, so he could dodge attacks a lot better.

Then the summons where unleashed, the symbols burnt into the ground once more, black gunk creatures climbing out off the purple flame symbols, only to get up onto their feet and gain some shape, gaining color. The three yokai where here again, it was like he had a limitless source off them, pawns just to die for his own victory, so many had already died for him too. ''This is beginning to get on my nerves.'' He remarked as he prepared to fight, YET ANOTHER TIME.

But Arachnis display of anger did not even faze the Malpercius Teen, he found it more amusing than anything, his blinded anger would only lead them to victory much more easier. Magister just let out a laugh, laughing at Arachnis as he got angry, laughing at his ability. ’’HAHAHAHA! kill me… far too many have tried that already, what makes you any different… show me what you have got hidden, now that I have removed the filth that blocked one’s true potential, let’s just hope you don’t end today… because I will take your soul so then you can’t even join your wife!’’
(Magister Malpercius)

The mysterious man with mask observed the lad's final judgment apathetically. The 'Dark Druid' as they called themselves, decided to punish those that dared to defy his generous offer to join his forces and this one felt that most likely, he would have done of same.

Albeit blood was shed and one more soul was on their pathway towards Lord Azrael, death was not the harshest possible punishment in this kind of situation, no. It was swift kill, which contributed towards their authority, in a way. The woman was doomed for their poor choice of actions and met with consequences. Just another ignorant soul gone from this world, as if he was bothered by such.

This one tilted his head up slightly haughtily, perhaps somewhat proud of the lad's decision, perhaps of the words that justified his acts.

"Whether good or bad decision - this is yet to be seen. Those words of yours will surely spread around and while keeping an image is important - that perhaps might spur the people to view you as a threat. On the contrary - that might be a seed for global dread.

That as it may, thou have gained an enemy now and sooner than thou have expected, will you be confronted.

Possible allies lost, but your words speak wise. Those that chose not to ally and instead head for the sally - those are but our true enemies. Ignorance…people will never learn."

Somewhere amidst his philosophical, calm monologue, the mask turned to witness the arrival of the anticipated forces, Arachnis standing amongst ranks. This one shut it silent, peering at the man prying and taciturn. It looked like he was examining the lord of this manor.

And this one read pain in their face, voice and whole body language…

"Interesting." Apathy muttered from beneath the mask "Where does it come from? We haven't hurt him yet." As if truly unaware of such, rhetorical question reached for the young lad aside from him, but most likely were they deaf to his words, due to both shocking experience and thrill for forthcoming battle.

Particles of occult began emerging out of thin air, as they were imbibed by this one's hand; those soon moulded and shaped into a blade, his intentions to join the battle rather clear, just like his stance of the sides was.
(? ? ?)

[-Battle Ensues-]

And so they engaged into fight, numerous mercenaries and Arachnis, the lord of this manor from what he learned, whose power was yet to be tested. Again…

Illusions, occult and very brief flashes of dim green to come from beneath this one's robes. Blood splashed around, as the mercenaries were ruthlessly killed, squashed like mosquitoes, to clean the pathway towards Arachnis.

A whit of this one's power was revealed, as he frigidly dissected through the bodies with target ahead - Arachnis himself. It's been a while and it was nostalgic to contend this fighter and high expectations were held, as the thrill was already fucating in his veins. But only to come to disappointment - this one was standing victorious before agony suffering man, his breathing just slightly affected by the drill.

Hollow sockets of his mask invigilated the downed man, musing something deeply to himself when it finally hit him. "Is this…what people call love?" same emotionless and dull, perhaps somewhat familiar to Arachnis, mutter addressed his opposition.

"That's it? Merely for this pathetic emotion, you gave yourself into hostility? It does blind people. What a hypocritical feeling it is… The temporary happiness that blesses one with ignorance and slowly drowns them into agony and suffering. My theory finally proved to be correct, the final piece of the puzzle leaving no doubts.

You became useless, Arachnis. If that's how you chose to squander your rebirth, the comeback from dead… Allow me to emancipate you from such anguish."

Disregarding the oncoming wave of remaining mercenaries, the mysterious man proceeded to implement his idea onto the fallen one. The tip of his bloody steel reached for Arachnis' chest, for a while merely tossing around, as if looking for something, for specific location. Eventually, it paused onto coordinates, where one's heart was supposed to be.

"May Lord Azrael embrace you with open arms and forgive you for your ignorance and selfishness. This world is full of flaws and you became one of them. Begone."

He whispered and sharp blade seeped into one's chest, remorselessly cleaving their heart, which was the spring of all their flaws, at least according to this one. In the last moments of their life, Arachnis was mesmerized into his illusion and his sight sustained the image of Azeil, with majestic wings of rieka spread to sides. The luminous light around him was shrinking, complete darkness taking its place.

Only darkness will cure you.
(? ? ?)

The fight had begun, the forces that came only got destroyed, Magister kept back this time but the blows from the strong magi took a toll on him, his left leg was soon broken, floating in the air he as his leg dangled down. Gritting his teeth he turned to the small handful of guards only to flick his staff, suddenly the purple beam shot forth as the black hole ripped open once more, panting a little the guards began to get sucked into the vortex, making them disappear from view completely. ''Stupid guards!'' He recalled as he watched them become consumed.

Like a blender they got shredded up in the black hole, cut into nothing but tiny chunks off skin as there bodys got spat out onto the ground, more crimson blood flooded the entire courtyard, the courtyard was like a dazzling display off red, disgusting. Then the illusionist came into play, he was weak, weak fodder, not even worth his time. The yokai moved in as they surrounded the illusionist, before he could use a trick one came from above, kicking him into the ground.

''Weak fodder!'' He screamed out at Safael.

Suddenly the yokai began to surround the illusionist as he lay on the ground, punching and kicking, clawing and headbutting, beating the poor boy into a pulp as he lay in his own bloody mess on the ground. Broken bones, concussed, it was a surprise the boy was still alive at this point. Then suddenly, Magister began his Gravity divergence, pressure was placed on the boys left arm, a squeezing feeling like he was put in between two cars until.

SPLAT.

The arm was crushed between the force of gravity pushing against each other, blood squirted out across the air and hit the ground, the boy was left with one arm as he slowly bled from his left, the left was no longer there, it was gone. Magister smirked as he looked at the boy, one arm, beaten up, he was truly maimed and unable to continue, it was a surprise he did not pass out from the horrible attack. ''You will live... to tell the story... two individuals... we crumbled a bigger force, they were truly no match... NEVER mess with us again, if I see you trying to conspire behind our backs, you will join your 'masters' fates.''

With that, Magister picked up the cloak from the dead Jade body, ripping it away before he threw it onto Safael, then as it slowly landed on his body, he forced it into his wounded arm, which he no longer had, kicking the cloth into his stump to stop the bleeding, this would probably be very painful. ''I am the Prodigy, do not forget that.'' Then he slowly turned his head to the unknown helper, his left leg was knackered, but he continued to keep his body floating in the air, quite injured already.

''Time for us to go...''
(Magister Malpercius)