Conall - Captured (9/7-8)

[22:46] Shiva says, ". . ."
[22:46] Conall Revels says, "Hiiiiiiiiii."
[22:46] Shiva asks, "Is not, wise. To come into caves like this. Hm?"
[22:47] Conall Revels asks, "Is not wise?"
[22:47] Shiva says, "Hm. . . Will say much better. "
[22:47] Shiva asks, "Where reside, human?"
[22:48] Conall Revels says, "Is of residing south. Only of recently getting house. New Sarradian lands."
[22:49] Shiva says, "Ah. . . mmmm. . . Ah! Hm. . ."
[22:49] Conall Revels says, "-he cackles- Of had disagreement with pet of Sibri, and is not often in Gehenna."
[22:50] Shiva says, "Sounds to be, involved with. . ."
[22:50] Shiva says, "People whom disapprove of I."
[22:50] Conall Revels asks, "Oh?"
[22:50] Shiva says, "Mhm, see. . . Am no friend with Land you live on."
[22:50] Shiva asks, "See, where issue come from now?"
[22:51] Conall Revels asks, "-he steps forwards- Little. And not. What is?"
[22:58] Shiva could only raise a brow as the human stepped forward towards them. After all, it was hardly difficult to dispel the woman from human as it dragged along with its presence. A powerful aura of occultism. And a rather, demonic look about it.~

Nevertheless, it's lips were pressed into a thin line, curled from tip to tip into a smile. Confronting the individual, threatening to go chest to chest with them as the Demonic armor resonated with the archons flaring aura. Vibrating, phased in image. Every so often.

"Am wondering, if human is confidant in self. Or expecting. Assistance."

Eyeing them with bright red hues, illuminating in the damp caves. The demon quite obviously reached for the blade on its back. All looks on this being suggested it was getting oh so eager to toy around with this individual.

"People of New Sarradia are, enemies. Yes? Since live on their land. Will use you, to create message for them to acknowledge for the future days Coming. Yes?" If not stopped they'd meet the humans gaze.

Face-to-Face.

"Make move, make words. Make something, cause I. Am going to make. . . A mess.~"

The demons hair rising above to reveal medium-sized pointy ears. Wiggling as the sudden occurrence of shackles manifesting through the Archon's hair. The sound of pain and agony as spirits were forcibly brought into existence and with it?

It's trusty companion. The enormous Nethradin Centipede.
(Shiva)
[23:06] The Dryad shook his head. His eyes and fingernails bled a trail of red upon his wooden skin, his own maw of jagged shards curled into a smile. The aura around her vibrated as leaves moved around in darkness. Half lidded gazes would become more open, more clear and his tongue moved on his lips.

"Is of different then from confidence. Is more of feeling something else." His tongue runs across his bark-like lips. "Is beautiful entity. Enchanting. But is not of feeling like others. Is more fierce then of humans feeling. And is not of looking like vampires. Is of enchanting in own way."

He shakes ever so slightly. "Is wonderful to be having their eyes upon me. Is wanting you to be looking at me more." He purrs, coming chest to chest parallel with the entity. "Is wondering what type of mess will be making of me.. Khii.

What is your name? In moment, is wanting to know that. Or will be of hurting Conall without of giving name?"
(Conall Revels)
[23:11] "Something else?"

Was the immediate response, bewildered in its expression as the ferrous red eyes squint, tight. As if fallen asleep. Yet it honed it's thoughts at the mans words.

For once.

Someone stood without fear?

"Am. . . Shiva. Beauty is one word to describe I. Yes? But can be spoken of in many of manners. Grand Summoner, Demonologist, Spiritmancer, Archon of Agartha. I align to myself, yes? Need no city to claim my own. These lands. . . Are mine."

Each word that spewed, would give weigh to the archons untangled hair to spread across, ethereal shackles squirming throughout the air. "Will experience, mess. . . First hand. Have much use of you, yes? Death need not be the end. Adversity is only. . . The Beginning!"

A banshee like cry as it harnessed its Arcana might. A feet only capable now upon ascension andthrough these growing conflicts. It would display the formidable abomination Agartha had allowed to be born through being idle.

A wicked wave of the blade over its head. The occultism poured into the caverns, attempting to consume all in its path.

"LET US DANCE!"
(Shiva)
[23:18] The Dryad's lips curled into a devious smile as she spoke. His hand moves to his waist, pulling free a cube and letting it roll across the ground. The form of a fish flickers through the shadows, but his eyes never look away from her or stop their vibration. He once more licks his lips, stepping ever closer to the Archon.

"Shiva, my name is Conall Revels. Dryad warrior of Cruxati, Beastmaster, slaver, and one who looks for things to want, things to desire. Is good to be meeting you." His hand extends towards her.

"Is wanting to feel your embrace, to feel your touch, Archon. Is of finding you exceptionally beautiful." He moves forward a little, craving, eyes dialated. He bobs his head.

"Let us dance, Shiva. hold me."

Spores of poison are in air and vines break across the Dryad's skin. They writhe to the surface, and he walks, trails ahead.

"Lights out."
(Conall Revels)
[23:20] You learned the spell Swift.
[23:32] As the battle would ensue, the demon wasted no time in attempting to adapt. All while sticking to it's mediocre set of skills. Yet, it was unrivaled in said arts. Demonic tongue whispered from it's lips as it lunged into the fray.

Wielding the blade like a blades man. Fusing the object with its occultism. A most formidable strength, matching it's magical prowess. Swinging from left to right, the archon rushed forward. Cleaving pas the mirage of illusions.

Wide-spread hellfire, unhinged as the radiance would illuminate the caves with nothing, but the pain and agony of its spirits to quickly follow in suit.

"C'mere. Human! Want mess made of you, but is persistent in running!" Tightening its grip on the blade, a swing horizontal sweep was cast. Beams of darkness erupted forward, piercing through the magi's defenses. Limiting their time to heal as it attempted to imbed the thought of fear into them.

Provoking what primordial emotions could arise in a human-being when feeling as if the end were oh so near. Even if previously stated, it wasn't; yet.

Yet, such display of power was not without equal. As it seemed the dyrad was more than capable of defending themselves. Likely why they were roaming the caves on their lonesome.

Had it not been the Archon itself to confront them. It could only wonder what poor fool would fall bait to such a. . . Lacking personality.

Regardless, the pursuit was on and the archon cried out into the mind of the dyrad. Chaos magic in the magic, was it not? Protruding and abusing the advanced form of telepathy already acquired from existing. A violent array of possibilities would erupt into the humans mind.

All the things the archon was going to do them.~ How messy things would become as the fight continued. "Persist, resist! We are /not/ finished yet, you will continue to fight. TILL YOU CAN FIGHT NO LONGER!"
(Shiva)
[23:36] He shook with excitement, his tongue vibrating in enjoyment as his blood rolled across the caves. His eyes are wide, and dilating as illusionary phantasmal assaults move towards Shiva, stealing her attention. She is stronger then he expects, an adversary not easily defeated, and yet that makes the fight oh so much sweeter. His mouth curls upwards into a smile as he steps away from the darkness, only caught by the latest one.

"Yeeeeeeeees." He cooed, seemingly from everywhere as Shiva struck at him. "Look at me. Hit me. Hold me. You are such a delight." He whispers, spores sent towards the Archon as his mouth waters. Finally however, the blow sends him flying off. He grunts, looks towards the Archon and smiles again.

"Touch me more. Fight me more. Enjoy me, savor me, Shiva. Delight how you wish. I want you too."
(Conall Revels)
[23:42] "Touch me, cut me, hurt me. I want to feel your embrace on me." Conall whispers, illusionary assault picking up speed. The confusion, the spores that stole breath, the blanket of darkness that came across an opponent's mind, all these things came together in a phantasmagoria of delight was vines rose and fell from his body. His tongue dragged on his lip.

The eyes only looked away towards the creature she summoned, throwing it to the side before an onslaught again occurred. Only this time he seemed to adapt. Shiva was thrown backwards by a hateful feeling, forcing her back. Mandrakes hurled chunks of earth, and spores choked breath away, but none was more painful then his own hatred, consuming.

"Sweet, sweet Shiva. Touch me, hurt me, delight in my pain. I will touch you too. How I want to see the smile on your face at my embrace.

Be mine."
(Conall Revels)
[23:46] An adversary this human had begun proving themselves to be. Previous encounters thus far with the Gehnnians had proved. . . Inapt. Falling much too quickly for the freshly ascended being to truly. . . Take pleasure in the gambles that came when finally finding something that could push it further.

Provoked forward by the illusions as they casted their words. Humanity was surely an itch that, Shiva was always scratching at. Peeled away by the magic casted overhead.

The ferrous eyes it held however only seemed to glimmer despite the pain. Bits of purple blood seeped from the archons lip as it separated enough distance between the two. But not for long it would likely be before the dryad honed in.

"Sound much like me. . . Yes?~ No. . . Cannot be other, if will be /mine/ soon enough."

The Enchantress would respond as it conjured forth a newly and freshly geared set of demons. Runic markings ran along their flesh. Occultism brimming brighter than what normal demons of lesser kin would presumably look to be.

Violent, very much so. As they lunged with hunger and drool seeping off them!
(Shiva)
[23:49] Shiva says, "ADHIGHASIGHA"
[23:49] Shiva says, "AGADLHGDSG"
[23:58] The intensity of this battle had begun to grow out of scale. Though the immediate threat it imposed was not of the same caliber as when it fought against, Malgannan.

Yet the thrill of the battle had brought the demonic being back to the age of old, when it was, but a kaor. Spreading its desires and dominance over the land, formidable as it grew. And it seemed as if it had yet to cease.

Wounds beginning to accumulate throughout the entire battle, exposed skin and such poisonous nature. Creeping through it's armor and breaching into the exposed flesh beneath.

It'd truly felt the pain it had longed for, in so long. "Ah. . . You are, amazing, human. Capable of much, but with such strange. . . Persona. Am /interested/ will be. Mine. Yes. . . Already dee---." Paused as it coughed up blood, vomiting at this point as it felt the effects of so many assaults against its form beginning to take hold.

Near threatening in the way as it felt, that should it fall. It would likely be incapable of escape. "Work, WORK, WORK. MOVE, CHILDREN!" The banshee cried. Leaping into the darkness of the caverns to briefly recovery. Allowing the army to restrain the magi for only mere moments before the archon was forced to appear once more.

Blade in hand, it lunged out with wickedness in its expression. Partial that in all times, it presented itself accordingly. An adversary had been born. And it could only bring forth a look of delight.

Wielding dark magic, unhinged. Lives experimented on for the future of its personal success.

"Go DOWN!" The archon cried during the midst of the battle. Sluggish movements as the two had grown exhausted. It was only a victory by mere margins.

However.

The enchantress made direct eye contact with the male and leaned its face till only a single hue was staring in their direction.

Casting a curse as it blinked in such an exotic way towards them. Corrupting them into a state of paralyzes the moment they respond in a bodily manner.~
(Shiva)
[00:03] The battle made him shake and shiver with delight, phantasmal blows delivered as the Dryad sustained the dark corrosive blows of the Archon. He watched Mandrakes fall, even swarm began to fall back. His own mouth only curved into a more and more upwards facing smile.

"Are beautiful. Are so very beautiful." He cooed, hatred taking form and sent towards the Archon. Blood poured from every orfice, every pore of the Dryad. But that was as far as he got. The children of the Banshee were far stronger then the Mandrakes of the Dryad, harming him, holding him, hurting him. And yet delight does not fade.

She demanded he go down, and he did. The Dryad's body meets the ground when the Enchantress' gaze is upon them. There is no escape from the Archon, no escape the bloodied mess that he was. But he did not shiver, and he did not shake as he was corrupted. His fully dialated eyes stared towards the Archon

He only said three words.

"I am yours."
(Conall Revels)
[00:09] With aid of Insatiable. The Archon buried the tip into the earth, hunched forward on both its knees as it head hung low. Both palms resting at the hilt of the blade as it nearly felt itself slipping into the darkness.

Sheer, will, sheer. . . Motivation to finish what it had started.

Gave the Archon the capacity to rise once more to a full stand. Sheathing the blade on its back once more. It called upon the Nethradin centipede whom as well was badly injured, yet still came to its masters call. Would be the catalyst of support for the both of them as it quietly walked towards the downed human.

Both arms reached out to coil around the male, one resting beneath the back of their neck. And the other? Beginning to searching through every nick and cranny of their form until they'd found any and everything of possible need.

Upon finishing that, it readily prepared to return to Valmasia where it could prepare a collar and a cell for the Gehennian.

Dragging them by the collar as only a few brief words were made before departing.

Still. . . Trembling from the fight. For the first time, it had felt; something beyond itself. "That you are. . ."
(Shiva)
[00:16] There should have been a feeling of hatred, of malice. But the Gehennan does not sow that, only smiling. On the ground his dilated eyes look down and he stays still. He does not speak, he does not move. The arms take hold of him, surrounding him before the collar is produced, locked upon the Dryad's neck. Moments before it connects he barely raises a hand.

"Wait."

If given the moment a singular twig of blue pulsing power could be felt, the tree of world's bloom restoring some energy lost from the battle to the Archon. It would remain but a minute, a moment, and then be lowered to his side once enough energy was restored. With that he would stay still, allowing the collar to be placed onto his neck.

"Is Shiva's. Belonging to her. As long as is looking at Conall will be aiding. Is outcome of duel, yes?"

pulled upwards, the Dryad would lean either upon the centipede or Archon if allowed.

"And other thing. Should not be eating of Sushi in Conall's pocket. Is for foes."
(Conall Revels)
[00:22] "Will look in direction, should prove obedient and; useful." Cold in its response, the archon seemed void of emotion when compared to its more livelihood earlier.

Maybe it was simply struck with fear of its mortality.

Staring down at the human, the strains of chaos had indeed been flowing through them. While incapable as they were in harnessing said strengths.

It was a being that resonated far too well such with Arcane fields.

"Will not be eating anything from pocket, anyway. I do not /eat/, yes? Food that is. . . Human food. I /burn/ it away. But good to know, said poisons would likely still have inflicted me with harm. A curse that comes with toying with human ways, burning food like they burn. . . Calories?"

A brief talk before it would go through the belongings of the said Dryad and more specifically. It aimed for the coins if any. Nearing the amount required for a spire shard. It did indeed fall to such sad levels of thievery.

Nevertheless, after all was said and finished.

The two departed from the caves and off to New Dawn. For what awaited Conall? Only time could tell.
(Shiva)