The Infernum
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Thread Topic: The Infernum
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le sigh~)
The attacker whipped Malum off of them with a sudden thud. The chain fell to the ground with a clink. Malum was surprised at their strength and the force of the blow took her breath away. As she tried to gasp for air, Malum attempted to grab her flail but the figure grabbed her hand instead and started to stab her in her side. "Oh!" Malum gasped in agony at the painful wounds, but she was filled with sudden adrenaline and she threw them off of her. Still gasping for breath, Malum tried to stand but instead cried out and fell to her knees. Her stomach was gushing the burgundy blood of her kind, and her vision was getting cloudy. "Why?" Malum gasped out, then coughed out the blood. The figure was silent, they stood up above her watching her bleed to death.
Ebony let out one final shriek before the fire settled out. Oh, she was not going to let this be her end. In a fit of rage, Ebony kicked out her foot with as much force as she could. They held up their arm to block it, but even with the figure's unnatural strength they fell to the ground at the kick of an angry Tenebris. The figure's cloak fell off, revealing them to be one of the members of the Death Council. They were rather well known, actually, and Ebony realized him to be Fir, the Master of Souls, a Mortem. Ebony realized that this could've all been a test, and she fell to her knees and let out a streak of apologies. Even while she was apologizing, she had a bad feeling. Why wasn't her face healing? She could still feel the warmth of the fire, the melted skin. Fir regained himself, he coughed up some blood but then he sat up and threw the chain at her once again. Ebony fell down in shock as Fir tightened the chain around her neck. "How are you so powerful?" Ebony choked out. The man looked at her with no emotion. He didn't answer.
(All questions will be revealed :0 but, hint hint, that's not actually Fir. And Mac if you see this you have a chance to break the posting order and do your turn since you were skipped, but then after that dark goes and the order should go back to normal) -
(Will respond later. Wanted to give Mac a chance)
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(( I"M SORRY MINIE HIATUS ))
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(( please do so Dark ~ ))
((Kidding))
Ivy stood up, dogding a - a ninja star with what looked like flecks of poison. She walked towards the person to only be stabbed in the arm, where she snarled, nad ripped it out, lunging at the person, after a few wmoments of fierce fighting,she fell back whimpering in pain, her green blood seeping through her clothing , bleeding slowly out. -
Ethelyn balled her hands into fists, taking a small step back in preparation of the stranger's next attack. Her arm was dripping blood onto the ground, leaving a small puddle. It seemed as if time had frozen itself. Neither Ethelyn or the attacker were moving- and, of course, Donovan wasn't either. He was unconscious on the floor next to the girl. The cloaked figure, for the first time, let out a small chuckle. Anger started to flood through her, and her violet eyes seemed to turn dark with the emotion.
"Do you think this is funny?" she asked them, reaching up to her arm. A thick leather bracelet was wrapped around her arm. Several small daggers were secured into sheaths that protruded from the accessory. She gripped one in her good arm, tilting her head to the side. When the figure didn't answer, she asked them again in a colder tone, "Is this funny to you?"
Instead of replying, the figure seemed to vanish out of her sight. Ethelyn braced herself, glancing behind her. She was mistaken. The stranger stood before her, a katana in his hands. He raised the blade, swiping for her legs. She caught him in the act and jumped backwards, but not before getting a deep gash where the blade touched. She gasped at the pain. Furious, she threw the dagger that was in her hand. The figure, as she guessed, was able to keep it from affecting them badly. However, the dagger wasn't meant to hurt them. It sliced through the hood, the impact knocking it back. A pair of hawk-like yellow eyes met her stare.
"Wait..." Ethelyn struggled to grab another weapon, but the sword was at her neck by the time her fingers wrapped around the dagger. She met the stranger's gaze again, her violet eyes locked on their golden pair. This person was fast, even faster than her, and she recognized those eyes. That was one of the Perderent's elite. Confused, she asked, "Why?"
She didn't get an answer. The blade ripped her throat open. Colors blurred in her eyes as she fell back, the life leaving her body. As the thud echoed through the room, Donovan's eyes fluttered open. He was too weak to move, but he assumed that his new "friend" was already dead. The figure walked over to him, staring down at him. He cracked a smile, glaring at the pair of yellow eyes, before he felt the blade rip into his stomach. If anyone had been there, they would have heard a blood curling scream, followed by silence. -
Reaper scowled at his opponent and darted forward to attack, lifting up his Scythe to attack , only for the stranger to dodge his attack and dart pas him, cutting his side wide open. Reaper grunted in pain and tried to turn to face his opponent, only for a knife to get stabbed through his heart
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(Hey, I'm going on a mini hiatus. If I get down time and check on here and it happens to be my turn, I'll try to respond. Otherwise, you guys can skip me until I'm back and kicking. Sorry for the inconvenience!)
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Mac, Mac. Please don't make me let dark eat you again xD) -
(To be fair, Mac already responded in a way where her character is dead. It would be your turn in a logical sense.)
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