Chaos 15

[19:40] A midnight walk. Yes that's what he was exactly doing as his tendrils of the dark waters slashed through the air. Ok so maybe he wasn't just walking. He was dragging a Dawn knight through the ground and away from a burning caravan.

"Please no I have a wife and fa-" The guard pleaded before a red bolt lightning came down striking the guard killing him. Blood splattering out and splashing onto Rezhim's face.

"Ah please... If you really were afraid of death you wouldn't be so needy on bring back those you loved all the time huehuehue." He said wiping the blood from his face and licking it. The scorched skin that burned on the dead guard emitting a faint light over the pscho's face.

HAHAHAAA Rezhim! That was good. Weaken them slowly. Although it was still sloppy. Perhaps we should get even more practice with your lightning. The maddening voice shrieked out in his mind as a smirk crossed his face.

"Oh do not worry Anarchy. I'm sure we'll get more fights. That caravan thought it could get by without paying the toll. Seemed it was trying to meet with some Dawn guards... Most likely more will be attracted to the smoke. huehuehue" The man said with a smirk on his face as he laughed aloud.
(Rezhim Shturma)
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[19:44] Eniel had been moving around the plains at great speeds, His training to master the arcane still not as sharpened as he needed to be and with he amount of wars and battles going on he needed to find an opportunity to increase his understanding of the power.

Torture, Battle, and even his daily life all had to be influenced by Chaos. How he channeled the power was through his grimoire gaining more names only mean he could better connect with his master to defile the Arcane flow of the world. The hatred he felt towards those who would aim to shackle him...the journey he felt would never end. And the many people he would both lose and have to destroy to make sure his goals were met each day.

As he strode into the plains he would aim to hunt down any of the Thorns he could manage to get his hands on, With the recent hostility between the Larger city of Dawn and the extensive gang of arrogant children it would only be a matter of time before tensions overtook what each other and the blood would continue to spill endlessly.

The crimson star knight was no stranger to combat having fought in a multitude of wars and defenses to the people of Dawn he knew what would be necessary and what would not in the defense of his home and knowing that there were people who lingered just south of Dawn who called themselves Enemies made Eniel feel even more anger than before.

As Eniel would see a bolt of lightning tear through the sky he could only assume it was from a magi, He'd watch as a boy close to his age tore through a caravan of travelers who seemed to be heading towards Dawn, Eniel said nothing but after the last man died he'd move in with his spear held in hand.

His anger and rage beginning to set upon himself as the ethereal glow of Belial's embrace began to shine under him gathering more energy as he recognized the man as one of the Thorns. And with a quick and swift lunge he'd aim to take of the mans head if he didn't react quick enough.

After all once Eniel' cloaked himself within Belial's power under the moons light talking was never an option for him.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[19:50] Something was... whistling through the air?

"Anarchy is that you whistl-" He was cut off as instinct took over he barely dodged the spear that was going straight for his head. He turned and glared at the man.

Belial has chosen this one it seemed... A false form of freedom it seems has entranced him hahahaaaa! The voice rang out as Rezhim smiled. Seemed the spear that was aimed at him wasn't a complete miss. It left a thin cut across his forhead. Blood dripping down over his mouth.

"WELL THEN YOU WANT TO GO! LET'S GO BELIAL'S SLAVE! HAHAHAAAAA!" He screamed out in excitement and psychotic energy clearly not knowing he was not gonna be a match for this man in front of him.
(Rezhim Shturma)
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[19:52] Eniel spear would barely miss its mark the weight of the attack crushing a nearby bolder as he set his upon his foe and the word 'slave' echoed from him.

"I am slave to no one. Belial has set me free and has given me the power to kill imbeciles like you who wish for nothing more than greed. You are the true slave. "

With a bit of spear work Eniel would gather more of the cosmic and lightning forces together within his weapon, His hatred manifesting in streams of hellish lightning and blobs of corrupted cosmic that pulsated with horrid curses.

" Do not worry though, When you are dead Belial will make you soul into something more worthy than it is now. "
(Eniel Daigal)
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[20:03] Hellish lightning gathered around the Tip of Eniel's spear and with a slash he tore open the boys flesh using a piercing strike to rip open the battlefield. It hadn't been long since Eniel had taken up the spear but since he wanted to test various weapons before he got his Arcanium one made he made sure to train and prioritize learning the techniques while enhancing them with his own magic.

Rippling cosmic mana focused at the side of his blade and with a powerful thrust the blast of lightning was shot forth at blinding speeds the spear work would shatter across the boys back like a whiplash and when the volley of powerful thrusts were finished Eniel would gather again the power of the arcane to focus his power into one concussive burst of energy.

Sharpening the telekinetic blast into a blade almost that would pierce straight through the air, This time however it made no sound, But the feeling of corrupted death that hurled through the air was enough to give anyone that was around something was off.

As the force of the shockwave broke and destroyed the ground where Rezhim stood Eniel would be coming for him yet again, This time with more force, More fury gathered within his weapon, His anger was cold and silent but ravaging energies of the corrupted cosmic gave pulsations into the flow of depravity around him.

" Looks like your having trouble keeping up kid, Don't worry I'll be sure to show you how...dying like this would be pathetic... " Desite his words the young Exarch would continue to thrust powerful volleys of his anger towards the boy. Spears of Hellstorm lightning Crimson cosmic mana guided by the power of the sharpened telekentic blasts would continue to stream down to rip Rezhim apart if he wasn't fast enough to avoid the attacks that struck down like meteors.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[20:15] Faster faster faster. That's all Rezhim was thinking as he kept moving. Each thrust of the spear that barely grazed his skin as he was on the defensive. Pricks being made into his skin causing blood to leave his body. The man still kept that evil grin on his face as he smiled wider. His eyes glowing yellow.

"HAHAHAAAAA Come on strike me more make me feel more pain!"" The laughter erupted out of him. His voice not sounding like it normally did. A little higher pitched like nails on a chalk board.

While it appeared Rezhim was super on the defensive even taking full stinging blows along his back causing him to scream in agony as it left a red streaking burn along his back he still kept it up. He was actually sending a majority of his mana up into the sky rain clouds of blacker than the sky forming as rain of purple sludge would fall.

Then he felt something evil coming towards him. Something that felt just wrong. He did a quick teleport away from the strike of telekinetic power. He stood about ten feet just from where he was. Still letting his tendrils send more of his dark mana into the clouds in the sky of where they fought.

"You think I'm having trouble... HA! You wish. I'm only just getting started." He said dodging the next few volleys of attacks. This man who was a slave to Belial's false promise of freedom sickened him.
(Rezhim Shturma)
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[20:55]
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[21:12] Crimson spears would rain down on his foe, The battle field would be lit up with explosions of cosmic magic raining down upon Rezhim, Each attack more powerful than the last bursting forth with crimson Hellstorm power.

Eniel would take his time, Watching his foe gathering the information on how a Thornberry fought and ....it was pathetic to him, A swift wave of his spear made the lightning twist and change directions no matter where he aimed to run Eniel's own control and mastery of Lightning was far to superior to Rezhim's as the lightning gathered Eniel would merely divert the strikes back towards the Magi, Seeing as how he was a novice despite being near his age.

"Its Hilarious how you believe you can beat me...You have nothing. You've fought in no wars, You've not even tested yourself against foes you can defeat and....you think you and your thorns believe you'll defeat Dawn? Taking Crafthold that was already a ghost town is no accomplishment...you merely burned a few empty buildings and call yourself our enemies. Let me show you just how far apart we ar. "

Hellstorm lightning, Cosmic Moonlight would begin to shine from Eniel's spear as a sharpened blade of mana began to form upon the tip of his spear. "O'Belial...grant me the power of your chaotic fury....deepen my connection with your wrath...and allow me to become the envoy of your strife...allow me to liberate those who cannot see past their own blindness I will be the one to free them. I will shatter their hope, break their bones, and destroy all traces of what they used to be... " Eniel's body began to manifest with Belial's power once more, Chaotic arcane magics dripped from his blade and as they twisted and combined with his already growing arcane energies he readied his spear for a final powerful thrust towards Rezhim's.

As the attack swung through the air the crackle of lightning and darkened blood red cosmic forces together made it sound like a scream in the midst of a slaughter, Tearing through the air like a shooting star or a meteorite the boy would have to think quickly on his feet to avoid the attack unscathed.....if something like that was even possible.

The arcane powers Eniel' used were not his own but he forced himself into harnessing them, Allowing for his Lords power to seep into him, To combine with him...he could feel it the Nethradin Gem shacking within his pocket wanted to be free in the moons light...the Grimoire of the chaotic one pouring more of its animosity into his attacks....and as the final attack landed the entirety of the battlefield would be stained red with the explosion of his attacks.

The caravan who had been watching prior were all but eradicated by Eniel's own attacks, He cared little for those were weak enough to be killed and halted by mere children... As the explosion of lightning and horrid cosmic forces came to an end the young Daigal struggled to move away, The force of his masters power bearing down on him in full. The hatred and Animosity of Belial for the realm of Kraus was far too much for any more to bear or understand and thus as the Exarch he knew he had to concentrate on harnessing it and making it his own.

His connection with Belial only growing stronger by the passing day, He turned towards the boy as he figured he gotten away as he didn't see any remains...but he knew he still lingered around, Yet with the immense hatred of Belial still lingering within him he could not fight him again just yet...he needed more time to sort through this power to sharpen the raw hatred into a refined weapon by blending it within his own. He'd turn to the side and utter some parting words to the man as he began to leave the plains.

" I am the Wrath of Belial...I am his messenger, His Champion, His Exarch....I am the Crimson Moon Spear and the one who he smiles upon daily within this land...You stood no chance, You will never stand a chance....as Long as I am under the light of the moon. None will ever defeat me...not with a resolve as weak as yours. You Thorns only exists for greed and pride. You will never be seen as nothing more than a group of over confident bandits. And you will all fall onto my blade." as he said his parting words he'd leave the battlefield moving towards his lab to focus on controlling the immense rage gifted to him by Belial...it was without a doubt that he had bargained for more than he could withstand.



(Eniel Daigal)
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[21:28] This man was getting to strong for him. The Wrath of Belial was moving to quickly for Rezhim. It was just beyond what level Rezhim was at. Eniel had stronger lightning. Stronger magic. The lightning Rezhim controlled even went against him and struck him back as to say it wasn't bound by him.

It urked to see the man do that. To control something that Rezhim let be truly free and chaotic like how lighting was.

Mana was then being seen gathering in the tip of Eniel's spear. Damn quickly now he had to pour out his mana quickly. The clouds were getting darker in the sky he was moving and barely dodging every few thrust or so of the spear.

Come on more more more! The voice echoed out as more of the mana poured into the clouds that had formed in the sky. Then bam the crackle of lightning and cosmic energy was coming at him.

"NOW HAHAHAAAAA!"

CRACKLE AND BAM!

Down came a large bolt of hellstorm lightning from the sky with a large wind gathering and picking up rocks around. The light bolt from the clouds slammed into the ground launching debris everywhere and taking most of the brunt of the man's meteorite that had been launched at him. Still bolts of lightning struck out burning the man.

Rezhim would roll across the field into the dirt falling into a nearby ditch that would've been hard to see as debris from the caravan covered it.

The words that he heard from the slave of Belial almost made him laugh if he wasn't feeling intense burns and his muscles spasming from the electric he had felt from the fight. When the man had left Rezhim bursted with a wave of water from under the Caravan debris.

The night sky now clear from the dark clouds Rezhim had formed just barely to save his life.

"Tsk... I'm not a greedy and prideful bandit like you think. I'm an anarchist. Soon you will see what true anarchy and freedom is like Slave of a false freedom god." He stated before limping back to his camp. Tonight had been a good chance for him to work on improving himself... and a lesson... Be careful of the false god.


(Rezhim Shturma)
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