Yumara had been gazing out across the chasm, and contemplating when Master had spoken, she turns her full attention to him.
“I have been planing to move him here, whether he becomes apart of the homunculi or joins us willingly might be up to him... However it seems that the Seer is currently trying to communicate with Lord Salkeen...” Isaik gave a grin, “I wonder which path he will choose...”
If you are talking about the Seer Master, if he was smart he would join willingly, besides I do believe Salkeen She trembles slightly and feels a slight burning sensation dance across her flesh just thinking of him.has something precious to him. She turns and looks back across the large chasm following her Masters gaze. Soon she spots the kobolds moving about. She listens intently as he explains about the colony of kobolds and troggs that inhabit the labyrinth above this underground metropolis. She nods as he speaks, Master is very wise indeed. Here they would remain unnoticed, her children would flourish and grow to be exceptionally powerful.
“This may unnerve you...” Isaik stated before gesturing to one of the many homunculi in the darkness.. From the darkest parts of the cave stepped out what looked like Salkeen! He did not speak or show the same arrogant tendencies of the Salkeen they had seen before... “This is Salkeen’s Homunculi... It is connected to his mind but it does not contain any of his soul...” Isaik said examining the homunculus for variations...
She feels the sensation of millions of tiny creatures crawling across her skin just as Master speaks. The sudden appearance of what seems to be Salkeen startles her, and she moves closer to Master one of her hands absentmindedly grabbing at his robes. Within moments however she realizes that it is not him, while she is unsure, the overwhelming fear and burning she feels in The real Salkeen’s presence isn’t there. She turns to Master “Master?” Her eyes and voice are filled with questions, that are quickly answered. She wants to reach out and touch it, a Salkeen that doesn’t burn her while in his presence interests her. She finds herself wondering just how Homunculi work. She finds this emotion to be strange and a little unsettling, so she quickly forces it down.
Isaik extended his hand and produced the blood of Ahcirej, before giving it to the homunculus that looked like Salkeen... “Prepare the alchemic stations, we are to remake this one... She is connected to your true born self...” Isaik hissed interacting with the homunculus...
Yumara is confused but remains silent, the Dagger used on Ahcirej would have disconnected every remaining aspect of her from all living and unliving things. Nothing of her would remain in her body, her blood or with Salkeen, nothing remains of her in Jericha or with anyone, or anything else. Her mind, and her magic, not magic in general but her specific magic doesn’t exist except with her within her unbound mind. Still an homunculi that resembles Ahcirej that contains whatever memories that Salkeen and Master might have would be interesting. She would offer...
Isaik gave a wicked smile, “Enjoy this next...” said to Yumara before looking at the Salkeen homunculus. “Homunculus... How does Salkeen feel?”
Yumara stops mid thought and turns to look at homunculi Salkeen, waiting to hear what he would say.
[1/2]
The homunculus tilted its head sideways... “I do not understand... How Salkeen feels... Confusion... He is unsure if the contract was the wisest decision... Yet... He seems like he would choose the same path... He wishes to protect Jericha over all others... There is something more he feels with Jericha...” The homunculus stated blandly...
Yumara smiles as she hears this version of Salkeen speak, it would seem her and the Demon Lord have something in common, they both wish to protect Jericha above all others. While Yumara herself doesn’t think the contract was the wisest decision, she remains silent. There were other ways to go about obtaining Izzabelle that wouldn’t have cost Ahcirej her existence. Yet that didn’t matter anymore and Orion refused to act although Yumara had been mentally commanding and pleading with him to do so. She smiles slightly “I understand Salkeen’s feeling when it comes to Jericha, it’s the reason I’m here.”
Isaik looked at Yumara and back to the homunculus. “About Yumara?”
Rage... He hates being toyed with... He feel rage that Ahcirej was taken from him... Yet... There is a small area of gratitude for giving him Jericha...”
Yumara smiles a little, it was nice to know that Salkeen was at least greatful for being given Jericha. “What I did might have been cruel, still I didn’t want Jericha dying when I transcended so to speak. So I needed to know that Salkeen truly wanted her, not just for the power she wields, but for who and what she is.” A frown suddenly appears on Yumara’s face and is gone in a instant. “It would seem Jericha however realized what I was going to do bound me to Salkeen, for both payback for making them suffer and to prevent me from transcending. I’m not sure she expected what happened next.”
She turns and looks back across the chasm, and thinks could she trust Master with a secret that she’d been keeping for a very long time. Something she had been keeping safe and hidden. Something that could possibly change many things.
[2/2]
Yumara smiles as she hears this version of Salkeen speak, it would seem her and the Demon Lord have something in common, they both wish to protect Jericha above all others. While Yumara herself doesn’t think the contract was the wisest decision, she remains silent. There were other ways to go about obtaining Izzabelle that wouldn’t have cost Ahcirej her existence. Yet that didn’t matter anymore and Orion refused to act although Yumara had been mentally commanding and pleading with him to do so. She smiles slightly “I understand Salkeen’s feeling when it comes to Jericha, it’s the reason I’m here.”
Isaik looked at Yumara and back to the homunculus. “About Yumara?”
Rage... He hates being toyed with... He feel rage that Ahcirej was taken from him... Yet... There is a small area of gratitude for giving him Jericha...”
Yumara smiles a little, it was nice to know that Salkeen was at least greatful for being given Jericha. “What I did might have been cruel, still I didn’t want Jericha dying when I transcended so to speak. So I needed to know that Salkeen truly wanted her, not just for the power she wields, but for who and what she is.” A frown suddenly appears on Yumara’s face and is gone in a instant. “It would seem Jericha however realized what I was going to do bound me to Salkeen, for both payback for making them suffer and to prevent me from transcending. I’m not sure she expected what happened next.”
She turns and looks back across the chasm, and thinks could she trust Master with a secret that she’d been keeping for a very long time. Something she had been keeping safe and hidden. Something that could possibly change many things.
[2/2]
Maleok had been busy trying to chain the Titan down, he had been lucky so far as the Titan expelled necrotizing plague in front of him and the holy fire from what Maleok could only assume was Ahcirej in some way missed him... In the distance something was seemingly going wrong, Izzabelle had been fighting Salkeen and the Titan at once...
Maleok watched with apprehension as the Titan clapped its hands together clearing the skies of his allies and slammed the earth... Maleok was not prepared and was launched into the air by the force... Normally he might be buried under rock and earth again but his chains let him swing around... He needed to locate himself on the Titan...
With a earth shattering crack the Titan fell to earth, shaking the land... Maleok had managed to get on top of the fallen Titan and ride it like one might have rode a massive dragon... Maleok groaned, he was a massive Drakkari but still it meant nothing to the sheer size of the undead creation...
Peering around Maleok spotted several locations where hideous sores had formed on the Titan’s flesh... Maleok figured it was as good a spot as any to attack and began channeling his blood magic... Continuously commanding the blood around him he forced the sores to bleed the titan’s Blood... When several spouts of Titans blood has formed Maleok began forming great spears of blood in the air, before with a commanding gesture sent them impaling into the Titans joints!
The massive construct groaned as it’s structural integrity was tested again, the joints seized up and the Titan slowed a bit more... Maleok was unsure if he could do more than slow the construct down as it was nearly upon the Ered’Kiel... The group needed to act fast before time was too late!!
Maleok watched with apprehension as the Titan clapped its hands together clearing the skies of his allies and slammed the earth... Maleok was not prepared and was launched into the air by the force... Normally he might be buried under rock and earth again but his chains let him swing around... He needed to locate himself on the Titan...
With a earth shattering crack the Titan fell to earth, shaking the land... Maleok had managed to get on top of the fallen Titan and ride it like one might have rode a massive dragon... Maleok groaned, he was a massive Drakkari but still it meant nothing to the sheer size of the undead creation...
Peering around Maleok spotted several locations where hideous sores had formed on the Titan’s flesh... Maleok figured it was as good a spot as any to attack and began channeling his blood magic... Continuously commanding the blood around him he forced the sores to bleed the titan’s Blood... When several spouts of Titans blood has formed Maleok began forming great spears of blood in the air, before with a commanding gesture sent them impaling into the Titans joints!
The massive construct groaned as it’s structural integrity was tested again, the joints seized up and the Titan slowed a bit more... Maleok was unsure if he could do more than slow the construct down as it was nearly upon the Ered’Kiel... The group needed to act fast before time was too late!!
The armies of Salkeen were crushed under foot of the massive Titan as it retaliated, massive quakes of earth buried thousands... Still demons charged forward, emboldened by their lord to die for the legion! Felguards and doomguard tossed demonic chains that cut into the Titans flesh slowing it down and tearing off chunks of flesh! Felguards of different battalions extended demon wrought spears to beat back the plagued slimes that formed! It became a battle of horror as demons were rotted alive and consumed by living slimes, and demons shot fel flames out of weapons to purge the plagues.
Eredar warlocks began weaving complicated spells trying to call fel fire in great quantities to the battle to rain down upon the slime, the rest tried to create a swirling vortex of fel that craved into the earth around the Titan causing fel brimstone to stab the undead construct.
“If the Titan gets too close, press that button.”
Sericon has been watching the gnome bring the systems back online and it had even seemed the damage to the intervals of the ship were far better off than it had originally seemed... Infact both Salkeen’s and Jericha’s quarters remained intact, a great deal of the crew quarters also survived! In fact it had seemed that the hanger took the brunt of the damage along with the life support systems...
Sericon took the device from the gnome before it ran off through a void rift disappearing from view... The battle raged on and the flesh Titan drew ever closer Sericon wondered if it was perhaps time to use the gnomes device! The ground quaked as the Titan now neared dangerously close, Sericon felt it was time, it was now of never! Sericon waited till he saw the Titan’s face in full view, he could see Reavrix commanding the giant construct inside, then he pressed the button!
The entire Ered’Kiel hummed and growled to life pooling all the latent fel energy and engine power before a massive rocketing blast of fel spilled out of the rear engines and directly at the flesh Titan! Fel fire craved the earth creating a great most of fel lava and the great construct roared as it was engulfed in hellish flame! The skin of the construct fell away and the plague slimes littering the field melted into nothing at the sheer power of the blast... The entire Ered’Kiel shook as the power to travel the stars was used as a close range weapon, the pure power might even cause some to cover their eyes from the chaotic blast!
When the flames cleared the Titan was still there, layer upon layer of flesh had been blasted away leaving a horrific visage of a mangled Titan! The hideous undead still pushed forward, in way Sericon could not imagine, how could this creature still be functioning??
Eredar warlocks began weaving complicated spells trying to call fel fire in great quantities to the battle to rain down upon the slime, the rest tried to create a swirling vortex of fel that craved into the earth around the Titan causing fel brimstone to stab the undead construct.
“If the Titan gets too close, press that button.”
Sericon has been watching the gnome bring the systems back online and it had even seemed the damage to the intervals of the ship were far better off than it had originally seemed... Infact both Salkeen’s and Jericha’s quarters remained intact, a great deal of the crew quarters also survived! In fact it had seemed that the hanger took the brunt of the damage along with the life support systems...
Sericon took the device from the gnome before it ran off through a void rift disappearing from view... The battle raged on and the flesh Titan drew ever closer Sericon wondered if it was perhaps time to use the gnomes device! The ground quaked as the Titan now neared dangerously close, Sericon felt it was time, it was now of never! Sericon waited till he saw the Titan’s face in full view, he could see Reavrix commanding the giant construct inside, then he pressed the button!
The entire Ered’Kiel hummed and growled to life pooling all the latent fel energy and engine power before a massive rocketing blast of fel spilled out of the rear engines and directly at the flesh Titan! Fel fire craved the earth creating a great most of fel lava and the great construct roared as it was engulfed in hellish flame! The skin of the construct fell away and the plague slimes littering the field melted into nothing at the sheer power of the blast... The entire Ered’Kiel shook as the power to travel the stars was used as a close range weapon, the pure power might even cause some to cover their eyes from the chaotic blast!
When the flames cleared the Titan was still there, layer upon layer of flesh had been blasted away leaving a horrific visage of a mangled Titan! The hideous undead still pushed forward, in way Sericon could not imagine, how could this creature still be functioning??
Subject alpha had been blasted away by the quakes of earth from the crazed undead monster and managed to right herself as the field flooded with plague slimes and demon soldiers... She could sense that her master had followed her, glancing back she saw Smuggs leaping down from the Ered’Kiel and climbing aboard Subject Alpha... The two together made exceptional time crossing the battlefield, only pausing to clear away the living plague slimes...
Living slimes lashed at Subject Alpha causing her skin to melt away before she would retaliate with blasts of scalding chemicals... Smuggs ride upon her back tossing hand grenades into the slimes to blast them apart! After many moments of fighting and the Titan getting ever closer Smuggs commanded Subject Alpha to scale the flesh Titan! That’s when he had heard the sound! The Ered’Kiel began to whirl to life and charge excess fel energy! Smuggs urged his beast faster!
The two just barely made it onto the undead constructs back before the Ered’Kiel began sparking fel flames in its rear engines! Smuggs spied Maleok, the massive undead Drakkari and commanded Subject Alpha forward! In the last seconds Smuggs and Subject Alpha dove towards Maleok before activating a emergency shield generator on his person! The shield formed green plasma hexagons around the three before the area was engulfed in a raging fel fire that Smuggs might compare to a sun!
The three sat straining inside the shield as the energy groaned trying to keep the literal rocket blast of fel fire from roasting the three alive! The shield began to pulse as it took to much force before it shrank considerably! Subject Alpha hissed in pain as fel fire ripped at her exposed flesh! Still the hellish fire exploded and tore at the Titan further weakening the shield... Subject Alpha shrieked in pain as more of her body was exposed and she was cooked alive! The genetic monster wasn’t stupid, it could tell the shield would fail soon, and with a last heave she laid on top of Smuggs and Maleok covering them completely... The shield shattered and the full brunt of the hellish fire washed over Subject Alpha!! It was many moments before the flames died away, Subjects Alpha has been horrendously damaged by the fire, but the two under her had survived...
Smuggs pulled himself free as did Maleok before he turned to face his creation. The genetic monster heaved heavily from burned lungs filled with scars and blisters... Smuggs fell to his knees, this was his creation, she couldn’t die, yet there it was, life energies bleeding away... Smuggs moved to Subjects alphas heads holding her close as her breathing got even slower, with a last heaving breath Subject Alpha revealed a small egg she had been concealing under before she laid down and ceased moving...
Smuggs took the egg from the now deceased mother... He would not her die in vain... He would raise this egg to be stronger than even she was... The gnome turned towards the head of the Titan concealing the egg safely in his armor... Rage over took him! The demon lord would die!!
Living slimes lashed at Subject Alpha causing her skin to melt away before she would retaliate with blasts of scalding chemicals... Smuggs ride upon her back tossing hand grenades into the slimes to blast them apart! After many moments of fighting and the Titan getting ever closer Smuggs commanded Subject Alpha to scale the flesh Titan! That’s when he had heard the sound! The Ered’Kiel began to whirl to life and charge excess fel energy! Smuggs urged his beast faster!
The two just barely made it onto the undead constructs back before the Ered’Kiel began sparking fel flames in its rear engines! Smuggs spied Maleok, the massive undead Drakkari and commanded Subject Alpha forward! In the last seconds Smuggs and Subject Alpha dove towards Maleok before activating a emergency shield generator on his person! The shield formed green plasma hexagons around the three before the area was engulfed in a raging fel fire that Smuggs might compare to a sun!
The three sat straining inside the shield as the energy groaned trying to keep the literal rocket blast of fel fire from roasting the three alive! The shield began to pulse as it took to much force before it shrank considerably! Subject Alpha hissed in pain as fel fire ripped at her exposed flesh! Still the hellish fire exploded and tore at the Titan further weakening the shield... Subject Alpha shrieked in pain as more of her body was exposed and she was cooked alive! The genetic monster wasn’t stupid, it could tell the shield would fail soon, and with a last heave she laid on top of Smuggs and Maleok covering them completely... The shield shattered and the full brunt of the hellish fire washed over Subject Alpha!! It was many moments before the flames died away, Subjects Alpha has been horrendously damaged by the fire, but the two under her had survived...
Smuggs pulled himself free as did Maleok before he turned to face his creation. The genetic monster heaved heavily from burned lungs filled with scars and blisters... Smuggs fell to his knees, this was his creation, she couldn’t die, yet there it was, life energies bleeding away... Smuggs moved to Subjects alphas heads holding her close as her breathing got even slower, with a last heaving breath Subject Alpha revealed a small egg she had been concealing under before she laid down and ceased moving...
Smuggs took the egg from the now deceased mother... He would not her die in vain... He would raise this egg to be stronger than even she was... The gnome turned towards the head of the Titan concealing the egg safely in his armor... Rage over took him! The demon lord would die!!
Salkeen listened to Jericha as she spoke... “Please tell him to keep himself, and his foul Magic’s away from me, I won’t let him corrupt, or control me. You’re the only one with that right Lord Salkeen.”
Salkeen glared at Varicar who should take the command he meant to imply... “You will not heal or attempt to heal Jericha unless she is near the edge of death itself... Even then should you displease me it may cost you your life...” Salkeen commanded...
Jericha has spoken to Varicar as well asserting her will not to be tampered with, she was a priest after all she could heal herself when she needed too... Salkeen paused hearing the slight whispers as well... The Soul Thief had been trying to work his way into the group again!
Salkeen watched as Jericha pulled Izzabelle to them and smacked her across the face commanding her attention... Salkeen only glared, this was beyond irritation in his world, here they stood ready to kill a literal planet and this gnat always tried to weasel his way in!
“You make it sound like he actually cares...Jericha...” She tilts her head a demented smile twisting her features... “Do you know why Yumara had me destroy Ahcirej? It’s because your precious Lord signed a contract that would willingly give any of us to Isaik if it’s broken. A contract that puts you in peril because of Ahcirej, a contract he didn’t have a hope in hell of keeping.” The look of surprise and shock in Jericha’s eyes has Izzabelle cackling madly. “Yes Jericha your Lord signed a contract with Isaik that would be impossible to keep, that would hand you to him on a silver platter.”..
Now it was Salkeen’s turn for a little rage! The demon lord came up quick on the women who had just tried to separate him from his Jericha again and even taunted her to use her mystical eye... Salkeen backhanded Izzabelle across the face in rage before smacking her again... “Learn your place... I never signed the contract in a way where he stood to gain anything...” Salkeen hissed... “The contract was for a safe haven for Jericha, by magical contract, Isaik cannot enter her chambers even if he tried... I see even with my vision now that they still stand...” Salkeen growled growing a bit a fire along his body... “The contract excluded those without a individual soul... Jericha was never in danger...” Salkeen slapped Izzabelle again... “Even you were in no danger! If Ahcirej used her light, it voids his contract and yours!” Salkeen hissed... “Doing contracts with him is like playing a game, except this time I had the upper hand... I may be a demon lord, but I am not the Puppet Master!” Salkeen snarled ready to claw at Izzabelle, he was close to losing it but knew he needed something else... He had heard a voice screaming in his head while he assaulted Izzabelle...
“Ahcirej!! If you can hear me, Purge the void from Izzabelle!!!” Salkeen roared, he knew Jericha might not understand, but he would fight to keep them all alive, he would fight the master himself if he needed too! “Use the light! You have my permission!!” The demon lord yelled!
Salkeen glared at Varicar who should take the command he meant to imply... “You will not heal or attempt to heal Jericha unless she is near the edge of death itself... Even then should you displease me it may cost you your life...” Salkeen commanded...
Jericha has spoken to Varicar as well asserting her will not to be tampered with, she was a priest after all she could heal herself when she needed too... Salkeen paused hearing the slight whispers as well... The Soul Thief had been trying to work his way into the group again!
Once securely around her they rip her from the Titan, depositing her onto the hull of the Ered’kiel. Before she can react in any way Jericha back hands her right across the mouth. “Idiot you belong to Lord Salkeen, do you think for one second that he would have gone through the trouble of claiming you, just to let the Soul Thief steal you away. You are better than this Izzabelle fight the effing madness.”
Salkeen watched as Jericha pulled Izzabelle to them and smacked her across the face commanding her attention... Salkeen only glared, this was beyond irritation in his world, here they stood ready to kill a literal planet and this gnat always tried to weasel his way in!
“You make it sound like he actually cares...Jericha...” She tilts her head a demented smile twisting her features... “Do you know why Yumara had me destroy Ahcirej? It’s because your precious Lord signed a contract that would willingly give any of us to Isaik if it’s broken. A contract that puts you in peril because of Ahcirej, a contract he didn’t have a hope in hell of keeping.” The look of surprise and shock in Jericha’s eyes has Izzabelle cackling madly. “Yes Jericha your Lord signed a contract with Isaik that would be impossible to keep, that would hand you to him on a silver platter.”..
Now it was Salkeen’s turn for a little rage! The demon lord came up quick on the women who had just tried to separate him from his Jericha again and even taunted her to use her mystical eye... Salkeen backhanded Izzabelle across the face in rage before smacking her again... “Learn your place... I never signed the contract in a way where he stood to gain anything...” Salkeen hissed... “The contract was for a safe haven for Jericha, by magical contract, Isaik cannot enter her chambers even if he tried... I see even with my vision now that they still stand...” Salkeen growled growing a bit a fire along his body... “The contract excluded those without a individual soul... Jericha was never in danger...” Salkeen slapped Izzabelle again... “Even you were in no danger! If Ahcirej used her light, it voids his contract and yours!” Salkeen hissed... “Doing contracts with him is like playing a game, except this time I had the upper hand... I may be a demon lord, but I am not the Puppet Master!” Salkeen snarled ready to claw at Izzabelle, he was close to losing it but knew he needed something else... He had heard a voice screaming in his head while he assaulted Izzabelle...
“Ahcirej!! If you can hear me, Purge the void from Izzabelle!!!” Salkeen roared, he knew Jericha might not understand, but he would fight to keep them all alive, he would fight the master himself if he needed too! “Use the light! You have my permission!!” The demon lord yelled!
The homunculi of Salkeen froze mid-stride as it sensed something wrong... It turned to look back at the master in a state of frenzy... “Deception! Your plan is failing! You must return back to the Ered’Kiel!!” The homunculus shrieked in a ungodly tone...
“Salkeen wishes to use what is left of Ahcirej’s light! Your plan is flawed, you were not informed of Izzabelle’s third contract clause! You will both lose her if he acts!” The homunculus screamed!
“Salkeen wishes to use what is left of Ahcirej’s light! Your plan is flawed, you were not informed of Izzabelle’s third contract clause! You will both lose her if he acts!” The homunculus screamed!
Isaik nodded carefully as he listened to the homunculi, the accuracy of the projected feelings the homunculus felt had been up and down lately it was almost as if Salkeen had learned of his doppelgänger... Still the homunculi accomplished much, this creature though a fraction of the real Salkeen’s power was a threat in his own right... The eventual creation of a homunculus for Ahcirej made Isaik pleased, he never wished to lose minions over useless causes, all had worth to him...
Isaik tilted his head slightly, transcendence sounded intriguing... He would not enjoy it if Yumara disappeared completely due to it, but perhaps it was a way to garnish more power for the day of reckoning... Isaik moved to face Yumara and was nearly ready to speak when his homunculus came running back towards them!
Isaik hissed his many tentacles writhing underneath his robes, deception... Isaik knee he couldn’t allow her to completely leave, it was the time he needed to intervene... Isaik hissed in mild irritation, “Cone Yumara, we must pick up this mess, before it’s too late...” The dark creature hissed conjuring up a void rift straight to the putter hull of the Ered’Kiel... “I do not know if Jericha will try to flee at this moment, try to prevent so... I am not going there for her...” The master hissed...
Quickly Isaik moved through the void rift appearing atop the Ered’Kiel a minor distance from the others... “Stop... Cease! Do not use the light to free Izzabelle!” Isaik hissed his hand extended in a gesture commanding of stop... Lord Salkeen glanced back over at his master a slight look of defiance in his eye, before holding his hand up to halt Ahcirej if she tried to use the light... The demon lord stared his master down before speaking... “Why should I not release my own minion if I will it so?” He taunted...
Isaik stood incredibly still on his upper body yet still his tentacled mass beneath writhed... “Do you know why I do what I do?” Isaik asked... Salkeen huffed, “For yourself...” The demon lord spat. “You know full well that is untrue...” Isaik hissed, “I do what I must to achieve the best outcome for the future... If that means I must ensure something dies, it will, if it means something must live, it will...” Isaik hissed his riddle... “I do not have time for your games!” Salkeen roared nearly ready to break Izzabelle free... “Fine...” Isaik relented, “The contract wasn’t just for Jericha... I have seen your death... A warlock, with the mark of him will come, if you command all three ladies, you will fail and die... They will die with you...” Isaik stated, he was unsure how wise it was to tell his arrogant minion these events... “I see but two options... One, the twins would be separated so you cannot benefit from the fel they create.... A hard and arduous task with much pain... Or two, Izzabelle is freed from your immediate grasp, she can then be trained to kill the warlock...” Isaik hissed, hoping the information was making it into Salkeen’s thick head... Isaik waited, this could go any of several ways... Many of which were fatal for both parties involved...
“What I did might have been cruel, still I didn’t want Jericha dying when I transcended so to speak. So I needed to know that Salkeen truly wanted her, not just for the power she wields, but for who and what she is.” A frown suddenly appears on Yumara’s face and is gone in a instant. “It would seem Jericha however realized what I was going to do bound me to Salkeen, for both payback for making them suffer and to prevent me from transcending. I’m not sure she expected what happened next.”
Isaik tilted his head slightly, transcendence sounded intriguing... He would not enjoy it if Yumara disappeared completely due to it, but perhaps it was a way to garnish more power for the day of reckoning... Isaik moved to face Yumara and was nearly ready to speak when his homunculus came running back towards them!
The homunculi of Salkeen froze mid-stride as it sensed something wrong... It turned to look back at the master in a state of frenzy... “Deception! Your plan is failing! You must return back to the Ered’Kiel!!” The homunculus shrieked in a ungodly tone...
“Salkeen wishes to use what is left of Ahcirej’s light! Your plan is flawed, you were not informed of Izzabelle’s third contract clause! You will both lose her if he acts!” The homunculus screamed!
Isaik hissed his many tentacles writhing underneath his robes, deception... Isaik knee he couldn’t allow her to completely leave, it was the time he needed to intervene... Isaik hissed in mild irritation, “Cone Yumara, we must pick up this mess, before it’s too late...” The dark creature hissed conjuring up a void rift straight to the putter hull of the Ered’Kiel... “I do not know if Jericha will try to flee at this moment, try to prevent so... I am not going there for her...” The master hissed...
Quickly Isaik moved through the void rift appearing atop the Ered’Kiel a minor distance from the others... “Stop... Cease! Do not use the light to free Izzabelle!” Isaik hissed his hand extended in a gesture commanding of stop... Lord Salkeen glanced back over at his master a slight look of defiance in his eye, before holding his hand up to halt Ahcirej if she tried to use the light... The demon lord stared his master down before speaking... “Why should I not release my own minion if I will it so?” He taunted...
Isaik stood incredibly still on his upper body yet still his tentacled mass beneath writhed... “Do you know why I do what I do?” Isaik asked... Salkeen huffed, “For yourself...” The demon lord spat. “You know full well that is untrue...” Isaik hissed, “I do what I must to achieve the best outcome for the future... If that means I must ensure something dies, it will, if it means something must live, it will...” Isaik hissed his riddle... “I do not have time for your games!” Salkeen roared nearly ready to break Izzabelle free... “Fine...” Isaik relented, “The contract wasn’t just for Jericha... I have seen your death... A warlock, with the mark of him will come, if you command all three ladies, you will fail and die... They will die with you...” Isaik stated, he was unsure how wise it was to tell his arrogant minion these events... “I see but two options... One, the twins would be separated so you cannot benefit from the fel they create.... A hard and arduous task with much pain... Or two, Izzabelle is freed from your immediate grasp, she can then be trained to kill the warlock...” Isaik hissed, hoping the information was making it into Salkeen’s thick head... Isaik waited, this could go any of several ways... Many of which were fatal for both parties involved...
Now it was Salkeen’s turn for a little rage! The demon lord came up quick on the women who had just tried to separate him from his Jericha again and even taunted her to use her mystical eye... Salkeen backhanded Izzabelle across the face in rage before smacking her again... “Learn your place... I never signed the contract in a way where he stood to gain anything...” Salkeen hissed... “The contract was for a safe haven for Jericha, by magical contract, Isaik cannot enter her chambers even if he tried... I see even with my vision now that they still stand...”
Izzabelle catches Lord Salkeen’s hands before he can slap her the second time. Sanity returning to her eyes, but for how long...“Learn my place, how dare you, you honor-less wretch, tell me to learn my place. Just where is my place Lord Salkeen?” as she speaks his name the the void tainted fell flames burn higher as they dance over her flesh. “It wasn’t with Jericha, you saw to that, and it obviously isn’t with you, seeing as how you are so ready that hand us to your Master.” She rages even more as she listens to Salkeen speak. “Jericha doesn’t need a safe place from Master Isaik, you and I both know this. It isn’t Isaik she fears, it’s the tome that he may or may not carry on him. She fears and hates Varicar mostly for that same reason.” She pauses as she tries to fight down the madness that is trying to drag her mind back under. “The only reason the contracts stand is because I was made to destroy Ahcirej. Ahcirej was the only one of you that never lied, or turned on me. Being forced to destroy her because of you, and Master Isaik hurt.” Izzabelle releases her grip on Salkeen’s hand ready to retaliate if she needed to.
Salkeen growled growing a bit a fire along his body... “The contract excluded those without a individual soul... Jericha was never in danger...” Salkeen slapped Izzabelle again... “Even you were in no danger! If Ahcirej used her light, it voids his contract and yours!” Salkeen hissed... “Doing contracts with him is like playing a game, except this time I had the upper hand... I may be a demon lord, but I am not the Puppet Master!” Salkeen snarled
Izzabelle continues the fume..”Exactly Salkeen Jericha was never in danger, but I was, do you have any freaking idea as to why I made the third clause in our contract.” She crabs at her head driving her claws into her ears ”Shut up, shut up, shut up, I don’t want to listen to you. Go away just go away” Void tainted fel blood starts flowing down her neck from her damaged ears. When she looks back up Salkeen can see the madness is starting to reclaim her mind again. “I couldn’t be sure if Jericha would allow me to remain connected to her. It was my way of protecting myself from Master Isaik’s mental manipulations. You call being able to have your mind twisted like a friggin pretzel not dangerous.” She slowly backs away from Salkeen and Jericha trying to put distance between them.
Come to me Izzabelle, I will protect you from this Isaik’s mental manipulations. I will give you the power you require to destroy those who turned on you. The reason Salkeen separated you from Jericha, was so you would be weak to his Masters manipulations. Izzabelle screams she doesn’t know what to believe, she feels like she has been lied to. She feels overwhelmingly distraught, her fear was of not being wanted by those she cares for. It was the reason she fought being a Felblood. But I want you Izzabelle, I’ve been watching you for a long time. I’ve been longing to speak with you, but I couldn’t. You’re very special Izzabelle, together you and I can create a world where you will never be betrayed. Ebony can feel her mind breaking, her will crumbling as the madness continues eating away at her.
“Ahcirej!! If you can hear me, Purge the void from Izzabelle!!!” Salkeen roared, he knew Jericha might not understand, but he would fight to keep them all alive, he would fight the master himself if he needed too! “Use the light! You have my permission!!” The demon lord yelled!
The Soul Thief shrieks in complete rage inside Izzabelle’s mind. Izzabelle drops to her knees screaming, and sobbing, desperately trying to physically rip the voices from her head. She tears at her head trying to dig the voices out of her mind. Not realizing that she is killing herself in the process. Get away from them now Izzabelle, before they take your power, they are trying to weaken you, so you cannot fight. Speak my name and I will bring you to me, I will keep you safe from him, from them. She isn’t sure she can trust him, she isn’t sure she can trust anyone or anything. Do as you are told you Wretched child Izzabelle opens her mouth to speak when the sound of a bell is heard, it is accompanied by Jericha vanishing. A split second later Orion vanishes, just as Master Isaik and Yumara appear.
[1/2]
Izzabelle catches Lord Salkeen’s hands before he can slap her the second time. Sanity returning to her eyes, but for how long...“Learn my place, how dare you, you honor-less wretch, tell me to learn my place. Just where is my place Lord Salkeen?” as she speaks his name the the void tainted fell flames burn higher as they dance over her flesh. “It wasn’t with Jericha, you saw to that, and it obviously isn’t with you, seeing as how you are so ready that hand us to your Master.” She rages even more as she listens to Salkeen speak. “Jericha doesn’t need a safe place from Master Isaik, you and I both know this. It isn’t Isaik she fears, it’s the tome that he may or may not carry on him. She fears and hates Varicar mostly for that same reason.” She pauses as she tries to fight down the madness that is trying to drag her mind back under. “The only reason the contracts stand is because I was made to destroy Ahcirej. Ahcirej was the only one of you that never lied, or turned on me. Being forced to destroy her because of you, and Master Isaik hurt.” Izzabelle releases her grip on Salkeen’s hand ready to retaliate if she needed to.
Salkeen growled growing a bit a fire along his body... “The contract excluded those without a individual soul... Jericha was never in danger...” Salkeen slapped Izzabelle again... “Even you were in no danger! If Ahcirej used her light, it voids his contract and yours!” Salkeen hissed... “Doing contracts with him is like playing a game, except this time I had the upper hand... I may be a demon lord, but I am not the Puppet Master!” Salkeen snarled
Izzabelle continues the fume..”Exactly Salkeen Jericha was never in danger, but I was, do you have any freaking idea as to why I made the third clause in our contract.” She crabs at her head driving her claws into her ears ”Shut up, shut up, shut up, I don’t want to listen to you. Go away just go away” Void tainted fel blood starts flowing down her neck from her damaged ears. When she looks back up Salkeen can see the madness is starting to reclaim her mind again. “I couldn’t be sure if Jericha would allow me to remain connected to her. It was my way of protecting myself from Master Isaik’s mental manipulations. You call being able to have your mind twisted like a friggin pretzel not dangerous.” She slowly backs away from Salkeen and Jericha trying to put distance between them.
Come to me Izzabelle, I will protect you from this Isaik’s mental manipulations. I will give you the power you require to destroy those who turned on you. The reason Salkeen separated you from Jericha, was so you would be weak to his Masters manipulations. Izzabelle screams she doesn’t know what to believe, she feels like she has been lied to. She feels overwhelmingly distraught, her fear was of not being wanted by those she cares for. It was the reason she fought being a Felblood. But I want you Izzabelle, I’ve been watching you for a long time. I’ve been longing to speak with you, but I couldn’t. You’re very special Izzabelle, together you and I can create a world where you will never be betrayed. Ebony can feel her mind breaking, her will crumbling as the madness continues eating away at her.
“Ahcirej!! If you can hear me, Purge the void from Izzabelle!!!” Salkeen roared, he knew Jericha might not understand, but he would fight to keep them all alive, he would fight the master himself if he needed too! “Use the light! You have my permission!!” The demon lord yelled!
The Soul Thief shrieks in complete rage inside Izzabelle’s mind. Izzabelle drops to her knees screaming, and sobbing, desperately trying to physically rip the voices from her head. She tears at her head trying to dig the voices out of her mind. Not realizing that she is killing herself in the process. Get away from them now Izzabelle, before they take your power, they are trying to weaken you, so you cannot fight. Speak my name and I will bring you to me, I will keep you safe from him, from them. She isn’t sure she can trust him, she isn’t sure she can trust anyone or anything. Do as you are told you Wretched child Izzabelle opens her mouth to speak when the sound of a bell is heard, it is accompanied by Jericha vanishing. A split second later Orion vanishes, just as Master Isaik and Yumara appear.
[1/2]
Yumara roots and vines shoot from her and wrap around Izzabelle, With their presense comes the protection she had lost. The Soul Thief’s voice is suddenly cut off all the maddening voices are silenced. Yumara moves over close to Izzabelle, and pulls her into a hug. “You are more important to all of us than you realize, listen to what is being said.”
“Stop... Cease! Do not use the light to free Izzabelle!” Isaik hissed his hand extended in a gesture commanding of stop... Lord Salkeen glanced back over at his master a slight look of defiance in his eye, before holding his hand up to halt Ahcirej if she tried to use the light... The demon lord stared his master down before speaking... “Why should I not release my own minion if I will it so?” He taunted...
Izzabelle’s Head snaps up and she screams at Salkeen, her voice filled with a plethora of unwanted emotions. “I don’t want you to release me Lord Salkeen, I want you to protect me like you do Jericha, and Ahcirej. I needed you to keep me safe even more than they did.” She wants to flee so badly, but Yumara is preventing that.
“I do not have time for your games!” Salkeen roared nearly ready to break Izzabelle free... “Fine...” Isaik relented, “The contract wasn’t just for Jericha... I have seen your death... A warlock, with the mark of him will come, if you command all three ladies, you will fail and die... They will die with you...” Isaik stated, he was unsure how wise it was to tell his arrogant minion these events...
Izzabelle wasn’t sure what to believe as she listened to Master Isaik, and Salkeen speak to each other. She isn’t sure why their lives should matter to her, when in her mind, she didn’t matter to them. She had given up decades of her life taking care of Jericha after her void tore her apart. Yet she gave her up so easily, Salkeen was willing to give her up so easily, Yumara refused to let her bond to her. Izzabelle has no idea what to think.
“I see but two options... One, the twins would be separated so you cannot benefit from the fel they create.... A hard and arduous task with much pain... Or two, Izzabelle is freed from your immediate grasp, she can then be trained to kill the warlock...” Isaik hissed,
“Just stop!” Izzabelle screams as she unleashes a blast of Shadowfel amalgamation it an attempt to free herself from Yumara. Yumara hisses in pain as many of the roots and vines are destroyed along with most of the bark like skin that is pressed against Izzabelle. Soil and water spill from the many wounds on Yumara onto Izzabelle, still Yumara holds her. “Listen to what is being said, really listen.” Right now however she didn’t want to listen, she needed to be near someone she could hopefully trust. “You can’t hold me here Yumara, I am not yours.” With that Izzabelle shadow steps and appears behind Smuggs and Maleok, just as Smuggs slides the egg into his armor. Izzabelle didn’t know what to think, she just knew she wanted to be away from all of them. The massive amount of damage she had inflicted on herself, has her falling to her knees between the two. She activates her crimson vial, and looks at the two of them. “Lets bring this Titan down.”
[2/2]
“Stop... Cease! Do not use the light to free Izzabelle!” Isaik hissed his hand extended in a gesture commanding of stop... Lord Salkeen glanced back over at his master a slight look of defiance in his eye, before holding his hand up to halt Ahcirej if she tried to use the light... The demon lord stared his master down before speaking... “Why should I not release my own minion if I will it so?” He taunted...
Izzabelle’s Head snaps up and she screams at Salkeen, her voice filled with a plethora of unwanted emotions. “I don’t want you to release me Lord Salkeen, I want you to protect me like you do Jericha, and Ahcirej. I needed you to keep me safe even more than they did.” She wants to flee so badly, but Yumara is preventing that.
“I do not have time for your games!” Salkeen roared nearly ready to break Izzabelle free... “Fine...” Isaik relented, “The contract wasn’t just for Jericha... I have seen your death... A warlock, with the mark of him will come, if you command all three ladies, you will fail and die... They will die with you...” Isaik stated, he was unsure how wise it was to tell his arrogant minion these events...
Izzabelle wasn’t sure what to believe as she listened to Master Isaik, and Salkeen speak to each other. She isn’t sure why their lives should matter to her, when in her mind, she didn’t matter to them. She had given up decades of her life taking care of Jericha after her void tore her apart. Yet she gave her up so easily, Salkeen was willing to give her up so easily, Yumara refused to let her bond to her. Izzabelle has no idea what to think.
“I see but two options... One, the twins would be separated so you cannot benefit from the fel they create.... A hard and arduous task with much pain... Or two, Izzabelle is freed from your immediate grasp, she can then be trained to kill the warlock...” Isaik hissed,
“Just stop!” Izzabelle screams as she unleashes a blast of Shadowfel amalgamation it an attempt to free herself from Yumara. Yumara hisses in pain as many of the roots and vines are destroyed along with most of the bark like skin that is pressed against Izzabelle. Soil and water spill from the many wounds on Yumara onto Izzabelle, still Yumara holds her. “Listen to what is being said, really listen.” Right now however she didn’t want to listen, she needed to be near someone she could hopefully trust. “You can’t hold me here Yumara, I am not yours.” With that Izzabelle shadow steps and appears behind Smuggs and Maleok, just as Smuggs slides the egg into his armor. Izzabelle didn’t know what to think, she just knew she wanted to be away from all of them. The massive amount of damage she had inflicted on herself, has her falling to her knees between the two. She activates her crimson vial, and looks at the two of them. “Lets bring this Titan down.”
[2/2]
Salkeen glared at Varicar who should take the command he meant to imply... “You will not heal or attempt to heal Jericha unless she is near the edge of death itself... Even then should you displease me it may cost you your life...” Salkeen commanded...
Jericha trusted Lord Salkeen to keep her safe from Varicar, because of this she was able to calm herself some. Still Izzabelle’s words were pissing her off, Salkeen would not do anything that would risk her being taken from him, even if he did sign a contract, their would be a reason. She had promised in that crater, that she wouldn’t jump to conclusions when it came to the things that he did. That she would listen to his reasons, before casting judgement.
Salkeen backhanded Izzabelle across the face in rage before smacking her again... “Learn your place... I never signed the contract in a way where he stood to gain anything...” Salkeen hissed... “The contract was for a safe haven for Jericha, by magical contract, Isaik cannot enter her chambers even if he tried... I see even with my vision now that they still stand...” Salkeen growled growing a bit a fire along his body... “The contract excluded those without a individual soul... Jericha was never in danger...” Salkeen slapped Izzabelle again... “Even you were in no danger! If Ahcirej used her light, it voids his contract and yours!” Salkeen hissed...
Jericha watches and listens to the interactions between Lord Salkeen and Izzabelle. So there was a contract, one Lord Salkeen made to ensure she had a safe place to escape to, so she could get away from Master Isaik. A contract that if broken would cost her that safe place, and would destroy the contract between Izzabelle and Salkeen. Part of Jericha didn’t want her safe place taken from her. She was filled with anger and having lost Ahcirej, but gratitude that Lord Salkeen would do something like this to keep her safe and with him.
Izzabelle seems beyond upset, and it is getting worse with every passing moment. She can hear Ebony trying to manipulate her, using the same manipulations Izzabelle feared Salkeen’s Master using on her. Jericha thought that Izzabelle would jump at the chance to be separated from Lord Salkeen, she seemed to despise him. Obviously she was wrong, wrong about many things. She hadn’t thought about how Izzabelle would be effected, when Lord Salkeen ripped her soul free from hers. Part of her is sorry that Izzabelle was hurt, but she would do it again.
“Ahcirej!! If you can hear me, Purge the void from Izzabelle!!!” Salkeen roared, he knew Jericha might not understand, but he would fight to keep them all alive, he would fight the master himself if he needed too! “Use the light! You have my permission!!” The demon lord yelled!
Jericha’s face suddenly reflects fifty shades of confusion, Why was Lord Salkeen trying to destroy the safe place he had just created for her. She freezes for a split second as she feels a presence, one that has her fleeing before he even arrives. First she vanishes and appears in her room below them on the Ered’kiel. She isn’t sure if Ahcirej has used her light, she isn’t sure if this place is safe. She opens a void portal and suddenly stops moving as Orion appears freezing time on both her and her surroundings. “Orion mentally communicates with Yumara, “Let them know Jericha is safe in her chambers aboard the Demon Lords vessel. I have frozen her in time, so she will be going nowhere for the time.” Orion stretches out and lays down on Jericha’s bed. “Decide what you are doing with Izzabelle, or I will take her from all of you.” With that Orion proceeds with cleaning his face.
Jericha trusted Lord Salkeen to keep her safe from Varicar, because of this she was able to calm herself some. Still Izzabelle’s words were pissing her off, Salkeen would not do anything that would risk her being taken from him, even if he did sign a contract, their would be a reason. She had promised in that crater, that she wouldn’t jump to conclusions when it came to the things that he did. That she would listen to his reasons, before casting judgement.
Salkeen backhanded Izzabelle across the face in rage before smacking her again... “Learn your place... I never signed the contract in a way where he stood to gain anything...” Salkeen hissed... “The contract was for a safe haven for Jericha, by magical contract, Isaik cannot enter her chambers even if he tried... I see even with my vision now that they still stand...” Salkeen growled growing a bit a fire along his body... “The contract excluded those without a individual soul... Jericha was never in danger...” Salkeen slapped Izzabelle again... “Even you were in no danger! If Ahcirej used her light, it voids his contract and yours!” Salkeen hissed...
Jericha watches and listens to the interactions between Lord Salkeen and Izzabelle. So there was a contract, one Lord Salkeen made to ensure she had a safe place to escape to, so she could get away from Master Isaik. A contract that if broken would cost her that safe place, and would destroy the contract between Izzabelle and Salkeen. Part of Jericha didn’t want her safe place taken from her. She was filled with anger and having lost Ahcirej, but gratitude that Lord Salkeen would do something like this to keep her safe and with him.
Izzabelle seems beyond upset, and it is getting worse with every passing moment. She can hear Ebony trying to manipulate her, using the same manipulations Izzabelle feared Salkeen’s Master using on her. Jericha thought that Izzabelle would jump at the chance to be separated from Lord Salkeen, she seemed to despise him. Obviously she was wrong, wrong about many things. She hadn’t thought about how Izzabelle would be effected, when Lord Salkeen ripped her soul free from hers. Part of her is sorry that Izzabelle was hurt, but she would do it again.
“Ahcirej!! If you can hear me, Purge the void from Izzabelle!!!” Salkeen roared, he knew Jericha might not understand, but he would fight to keep them all alive, he would fight the master himself if he needed too! “Use the light! You have my permission!!” The demon lord yelled!
Jericha’s face suddenly reflects fifty shades of confusion, Why was Lord Salkeen trying to destroy the safe place he had just created for her. She freezes for a split second as she feels a presence, one that has her fleeing before he even arrives. First she vanishes and appears in her room below them on the Ered’kiel. She isn’t sure if Ahcirej has used her light, she isn’t sure if this place is safe. She opens a void portal and suddenly stops moving as Orion appears freezing time on both her and her surroundings. “Orion mentally communicates with Yumara, “Let them know Jericha is safe in her chambers aboard the Demon Lords vessel. I have frozen her in time, so she will be going nowhere for the time.” Orion stretches out and lays down on Jericha’s bed. “Decide what you are doing with Izzabelle, or I will take her from all of you.” With that Orion proceeds with cleaning his face.
“Ahcirej!! If you can hear me, Purge the void from Izzabelle!!!” Salkeen roared, he knew Jericha might not understand, but he would fight to keep them all alive, he would fight the master himself if he needed too! “Use the light! You have my permission!!” The demon lord yelled!
Ahcirej is about completely removed from this plane of existence, when she hears Lord Salkeen tell her to cure Izzabelle, but she couldn’t do that in Jericha’s presence. If she used her holy light in Jericha’s presence, something bad would happen. Or at least that is what Ahcirej thought, she wasn’t able to hear the conversation between him and Izzabelle. She just knew One moment she was told not to use her light magic, now she was being told to use it. Izzabelle needed to be purged of the void madness, but there was a slight problem with her using her holy light to death so. Just as Jericha’s void was unique in ways So was the true version of her Holy Light. She hadn’t used it in centuries, since before she was locked away in that cursed gem. It would purge the void but there was a good chance it would also purge the fel, and the spiders from her as well.
Everything is happening so fast around them, she know that she has no real reasons to listen to Lord Salkeen’s commands, other than the residual feelings that she still feels in his presence. Still Salkeen needs to know what he is asking of her, and she needs to know the importance of why she wasn’t suppose to use her light in Jericha’s presence. Apprehension has her keeping her distance, and fighting to remain here. She tries asking Lord Salkeen through a series of images why she was told not to use her magic before a Jericha. She also shows him that her unique version of light magic could purge Izzabelle of Void, Fel and Plagued insects.” She is about to offer a suggestion on something that might work, that wouldn’t cost Izzabelle her fel and plague spiders. She stops as Jericha vanishes and Master Isaik and Yumara appear.
Quickly Isaik moved through the void rift appearing atop the Ered’Kiel a minor distance from the others... “Stop... Cease! Do not use the light to free Izzabelle!” Isaik hissed his hand extended in a gesture commanding of stop... Lord Salkeen glanced back over at his master a slight look of defiance in his eye, before holding his hand up to halt Ahcirej if she tried to use the light... The demon lord stared his master down before speaking... “Why should I not release my own minion if I will it so?” He taunted...
Ahcirej was now listening to everything that was being said, Salkeen wanted her to free Izzabelle by using her light magic on her. Free her from what the madness of the void? Yet it seemed the idea of being freed greatly upset Izzabelle, Master Isaik seemed to be against this as well. She wishes she could truly speak with them, she cannot say what needs to be said through images. She is about to try and communicate, when she feels herself being drawn to Yumara. It is a pull that she has to physically, mentally and magically fight.
“I do not have time for your games!” Salkeen roared nearly ready to break Izzabelle free... “Fine...” Isaik relented, “The contract wasn’t just for Jericha... I have seen your death... A warlock, with the mark of him will come, if you command all three ladies, you will fail and die... They will die with you...” Isaik stated, he was unsure how wise it was to tell his arrogant minion these events... “I see but two options... One, the twins would be separated so you cannot benefit from the fel they create.... A hard and arduous task with much pain... Or two, Izzabelle is freed from your immediate grasp, she can then be trained to kill the warlock...” Isaik hissed,
Understanding dawns across Ahcirej’s face, as she hears Master Isaik speak. She now understands why he would try and separate one of them from Lord Salkeen. Yet she was already separated from Lord Salkeen, Salkeen no longer commanded her. Izzabelle had seen to that, when she had used that cursed blade on her. At this time Salkeen only commanded two ladies, one, if Izzabelle was freed. Izzabelle seemed to be against this as she lashes out at Yumara before vanishing. With both Jericha and Izzabelle gone Ahcirej trusts that she can approach everyone. Still the second she is close her very essence starts being pulled into Yumara. Ahcirej reaches out and tries to grab Lord Salkeen, but her hand goes right through him. She feels afraid and isn’t sure why, she doesn’t understand why she is being drawn into Yumara.
Ahcirej is about completely removed from this plane of existence, when she hears Lord Salkeen tell her to cure Izzabelle, but she couldn’t do that in Jericha’s presence. If she used her holy light in Jericha’s presence, something bad would happen. Or at least that is what Ahcirej thought, she wasn’t able to hear the conversation between him and Izzabelle. She just knew One moment she was told not to use her light magic, now she was being told to use it. Izzabelle needed to be purged of the void madness, but there was a slight problem with her using her holy light to death so. Just as Jericha’s void was unique in ways So was the true version of her Holy Light. She hadn’t used it in centuries, since before she was locked away in that cursed gem. It would purge the void but there was a good chance it would also purge the fel, and the spiders from her as well.
Everything is happening so fast around them, she know that she has no real reasons to listen to Lord Salkeen’s commands, other than the residual feelings that she still feels in his presence. Still Salkeen needs to know what he is asking of her, and she needs to know the importance of why she wasn’t suppose to use her light in Jericha’s presence. Apprehension has her keeping her distance, and fighting to remain here. She tries asking Lord Salkeen through a series of images why she was told not to use her magic before a Jericha. She also shows him that her unique version of light magic could purge Izzabelle of Void, Fel and Plagued insects.” She is about to offer a suggestion on something that might work, that wouldn’t cost Izzabelle her fel and plague spiders. She stops as Jericha vanishes and Master Isaik and Yumara appear.
Quickly Isaik moved through the void rift appearing atop the Ered’Kiel a minor distance from the others... “Stop... Cease! Do not use the light to free Izzabelle!” Isaik hissed his hand extended in a gesture commanding of stop... Lord Salkeen glanced back over at his master a slight look of defiance in his eye, before holding his hand up to halt Ahcirej if she tried to use the light... The demon lord stared his master down before speaking... “Why should I not release my own minion if I will it so?” He taunted...
Ahcirej was now listening to everything that was being said, Salkeen wanted her to free Izzabelle by using her light magic on her. Free her from what the madness of the void? Yet it seemed the idea of being freed greatly upset Izzabelle, Master Isaik seemed to be against this as well. She wishes she could truly speak with them, she cannot say what needs to be said through images. She is about to try and communicate, when she feels herself being drawn to Yumara. It is a pull that she has to physically, mentally and magically fight.
“I do not have time for your games!” Salkeen roared nearly ready to break Izzabelle free... “Fine...” Isaik relented, “The contract wasn’t just for Jericha... I have seen your death... A warlock, with the mark of him will come, if you command all three ladies, you will fail and die... They will die with you...” Isaik stated, he was unsure how wise it was to tell his arrogant minion these events... “I see but two options... One, the twins would be separated so you cannot benefit from the fel they create.... A hard and arduous task with much pain... Or two, Izzabelle is freed from your immediate grasp, she can then be trained to kill the warlock...” Isaik hissed,
Understanding dawns across Ahcirej’s face, as she hears Master Isaik speak. She now understands why he would try and separate one of them from Lord Salkeen. Yet she was already separated from Lord Salkeen, Salkeen no longer commanded her. Izzabelle had seen to that, when she had used that cursed blade on her. At this time Salkeen only commanded two ladies, one, if Izzabelle was freed. Izzabelle seemed to be against this as she lashes out at Yumara before vanishing. With both Jericha and Izzabelle gone Ahcirej trusts that she can approach everyone. Still the second she is close her very essence starts being pulled into Yumara. Ahcirej reaches out and tries to grab Lord Salkeen, but her hand goes right through him. She feels afraid and isn’t sure why, she doesn’t understand why she is being drawn into Yumara.
Yumara watches as Salkeen’s homunculus is dismissed and walks away. She ponders what an homunculi that resembles Ahcirej would be like. Unlike the Salkeen Homunculi it would have no mental, physical, or magical ties to the original, other than looks. As Ahcirej no longer had any of those connections to the blood he had given the homunculi. Still something that resembles her even in looks would be interesting.
She only thinks of this for a moment before returning her attention back to Master he looks like he is about to speak when the homunculi returns, in a frenzy.
“Deception! Your plan is failing! You must return back to the Ered’Kiel!!” The homunculus shrieked in a ungodly tone...
“Salkeen wishes to use what is left of Ahcirej’s light! Your plan is flawed, you were not informed of Izzabelle’s third contract clause! You will both lose her if he acts!” The homunculus screamed!
It took Yumara less than a moment to realize what plan was failing. If it failed it would cost both of them their lives. “Come, Yumara, we must pick up this mess, before it’s too late...” The dark creature hissed conjuring up a void rift straight to the putter hull of the Ered’Kiel... “I do not know if Jericha will try to flee at this moment, try to prevent so... I am not going there for her...” Yumara mentally communicates with Orion, go to a Jericha, if she flees to her room aboard Salkeen’s vessel allow it. If she tries to flee from there stop her, it will be easier for you to do so if she is not in Masters direct presence. Yumara can sense Orion’s irritation but is sure he will do as he is asked.
A moment later they appear aboard the Ered’kiel. She knows right off that Izzabelle’s mind is being attacked and sends her vines and roots to cut off the voices in her head. As she does this she moves closer to her. Izzabelle seems highly distraught and on the verge of breaking. This wouldn’t do, this might cause Orion to interfere, Yumara wraps her arms around Izzabelle, she isn’t sure why she does this. She just understands that the gesture is suppose to be comforting in some way. She can feel the tension radiating from her body. Pulling her closer she whispers “You are more important to all of us than you realize, listen to what is being said.” Still it doesn’t seem that Izzabelle is much in the mood for listening, her tension seems to be getting worse the more Master and Salkeen speak.
Part of Yumara is glad that Ahcirej exists in some form still, another part of her is angry that Izzabelle didn’t complete the job as she should have. Ahcirej still lived, which meant somewhere within the madness of Izzabelle’s mind, was the answer on how to bring her back. Still Yumara gets the feeling Izzabelle would go to drastic measures to keep her mind protected, even if it meant joining with Ebony. Suddenly Izzabelle snaps
“Just stop!” Izzabelle screams as she unleashes a blast of Shadowfel amalgamation it an attempt to free herself from Yumara. Yumara hisses in pain as many of the roots and vines are destroyed along with most of the bark like skin that is pressed against Izzabelle.
The damage was mostly superficial but it still hurt like hell, and it irritated the constant burn she felt in Salkeen’s presence. Why wouldn’t Izzabelle try and understand, she was important. Yumara knows she cannot force Izzabelle to stay, but she tries. Soil and water spill from her wounds onto Izzabelle, still Yumara holds her. “Listen to what is being said, really listen.” It seems however she doesn’t want to listen. “You can’t hold me here Yumara, I am not yours.” With that Izzabelle shadow steps and Disappears.” about this time she gets the communication from Orion, and turns to Master. “Master Jericha is in her room below us, for the time Orion is preventing her from going any further. She isn’t fighting him, so she feels safe enough there.” She starts mending the damage done to her.
With both Jericha and Izzabelle gone Ahcirej trusts that she can approach everyone. Still the second she is close her very essence starts being pulled into Yumara. Ahcirej reaches out and tries to grab Lord Salkeen, but her hand goes right through him. She feels afraid and isn’t sure why, she doesn’t understand why she is being drawn into Yumara.
Yumara seems completely freaked out by this. She quickly creates a barrier around herself to stop Ahcirej from getting in. Still Ahcirej’s form, what ever it was, relentlessly attacks the Barrier trying to break through. She can tell that Ahcirej herself is afraid and like her doesn’t understand what is happening. Yumara backs up until she is near Master and grabs his robes. There was enough going on without this happening as well. She feels her barrier breaking beneath the assault, this causes her to panic, and her body get ready to lash out at Ahcirej.
She only thinks of this for a moment before returning her attention back to Master he looks like he is about to speak when the homunculi returns, in a frenzy.
“Deception! Your plan is failing! You must return back to the Ered’Kiel!!” The homunculus shrieked in a ungodly tone...
“Salkeen wishes to use what is left of Ahcirej’s light! Your plan is flawed, you were not informed of Izzabelle’s third contract clause! You will both lose her if he acts!” The homunculus screamed!
It took Yumara less than a moment to realize what plan was failing. If it failed it would cost both of them their lives. “Come, Yumara, we must pick up this mess, before it’s too late...” The dark creature hissed conjuring up a void rift straight to the putter hull of the Ered’Kiel... “I do not know if Jericha will try to flee at this moment, try to prevent so... I am not going there for her...” Yumara mentally communicates with Orion, go to a Jericha, if she flees to her room aboard Salkeen’s vessel allow it. If she tries to flee from there stop her, it will be easier for you to do so if she is not in Masters direct presence. Yumara can sense Orion’s irritation but is sure he will do as he is asked.
A moment later they appear aboard the Ered’kiel. She knows right off that Izzabelle’s mind is being attacked and sends her vines and roots to cut off the voices in her head. As she does this she moves closer to her. Izzabelle seems highly distraught and on the verge of breaking. This wouldn’t do, this might cause Orion to interfere, Yumara wraps her arms around Izzabelle, she isn’t sure why she does this. She just understands that the gesture is suppose to be comforting in some way. She can feel the tension radiating from her body. Pulling her closer she whispers “You are more important to all of us than you realize, listen to what is being said.” Still it doesn’t seem that Izzabelle is much in the mood for listening, her tension seems to be getting worse the more Master and Salkeen speak.
Part of Yumara is glad that Ahcirej exists in some form still, another part of her is angry that Izzabelle didn’t complete the job as she should have. Ahcirej still lived, which meant somewhere within the madness of Izzabelle’s mind, was the answer on how to bring her back. Still Yumara gets the feeling Izzabelle would go to drastic measures to keep her mind protected, even if it meant joining with Ebony. Suddenly Izzabelle snaps
“Just stop!” Izzabelle screams as she unleashes a blast of Shadowfel amalgamation it an attempt to free herself from Yumara. Yumara hisses in pain as many of the roots and vines are destroyed along with most of the bark like skin that is pressed against Izzabelle.
The damage was mostly superficial but it still hurt like hell, and it irritated the constant burn she felt in Salkeen’s presence. Why wouldn’t Izzabelle try and understand, she was important. Yumara knows she cannot force Izzabelle to stay, but she tries. Soil and water spill from her wounds onto Izzabelle, still Yumara holds her. “Listen to what is being said, really listen.” It seems however she doesn’t want to listen. “You can’t hold me here Yumara, I am not yours.” With that Izzabelle shadow steps and Disappears.” about this time she gets the communication from Orion, and turns to Master. “Master Jericha is in her room below us, for the time Orion is preventing her from going any further. She isn’t fighting him, so she feels safe enough there.” She starts mending the damage done to her.
With both Jericha and Izzabelle gone Ahcirej trusts that she can approach everyone. Still the second she is close her very essence starts being pulled into Yumara. Ahcirej reaches out and tries to grab Lord Salkeen, but her hand goes right through him. She feels afraid and isn’t sure why, she doesn’t understand why she is being drawn into Yumara.
Yumara seems completely freaked out by this. She quickly creates a barrier around herself to stop Ahcirej from getting in. Still Ahcirej’s form, what ever it was, relentlessly attacks the Barrier trying to break through. She can tell that Ahcirej herself is afraid and like her doesn’t understand what is happening. Yumara backs up until she is near Master and grabs his robes. There was enough going on without this happening as well. She feels her barrier breaking beneath the assault, this causes her to panic, and her body get ready to lash out at Ahcirej.
“Learn my place, how dare you, you honor-less wretch, tell me to learn my place. Just where is my place Lord Salkeen?”
Salkeen growled, she knew what he meant, she had been challenging his judgement since they joined, she hardly trusted him...
“It wasn’t with Jericha, you saw to that, and it obviously isn’t with you, seeing as how you are so ready that hand us to your Master.”
Salkeen again only stood seething, he had done what he could to empower his minions... Salkeen would not give up his minions to Isaik if he could help it... Their relationship was complicated, both hate and admiration lived within Salkeen for his master...
“Jericha doesn’t need a safe place from Master Isaik, you and I both know this. It isn’t Isaik she fears, it’s the tome that he may or may not carry on him. She fears and hates Varicar mostly for that same reason.”
Salkeen hissed low, he did know, his master would not jeopardize something he needed... As for the tome, Salkeen had his reasons for disliking the tome... Isaik his reasons for coveting it, it was something his master had yet to share yet...
“The only reason the contracts stand is because I was made to destroy Ahcirej. Ahcirej was the only one of you that never lied, or turned on me. Being forced to destroy her because of you, and Master Isaik hurt.”
Salkeen growled before hissing low, “I know it hurt... I felt it... I am doing all I can to bring her back...” The demon lord murmured...
“I couldn’t be sure if Jericha would allow me to remain connected to her. It was my way of protecting myself from Master Isaik’s mental manipulations. You call being able to have your mind twisted like a friggin pretzel not dangerous.”
“Just as dangerous as commanding a army of demons and fel...” Salkeen hissed, he had been in the same spot before questioning this manipulative being... Unfortunately, the same hideous being had also proven itself in some way to have a semblance of care for his minions... When Salkeen had enetered the Black temple to become a demon hunter, his first trial nearly killed him... That was except for the hideous shadow that ensured he lived... Ensured he succeeded...
Salkeen glared at the unusually silent Varicar, “Heal Her now....” The demon lord commanded, he wouldn’t lose her to death if he could help it...
Izzabelle’s Head snaps up and she screams at Salkeen, her voice filled with a plethora of unwanted emotions. “I don’t want you to release me Lord Salkeen, I want you to protect me like you do Jericha, and Ahcirej. I needed you to keep me safe even more than they did.” She wants to flee so badly, but Yumara is preventing that.
Salkeen looked back at Izzabelle, his eyes were stern and defiant, “I want you to have a choice... If you are released you have a choice...” The demon lord murmured so silently it might not have been heard...
“Just stop!”
Salkeen watched as Izzabelle blasted her way free and vanished... The demon lord then turned his gaze to his master, “I will not release her to you, unless she gets a choice... Like the one I didn’t truly have...” The demon lord hissed before taking flight after Izzabelle, he would defeat the Titan then everything would be fixed...
Salkeen growled, she knew what he meant, she had been challenging his judgement since they joined, she hardly trusted him...
“It wasn’t with Jericha, you saw to that, and it obviously isn’t with you, seeing as how you are so ready that hand us to your Master.”
Salkeen again only stood seething, he had done what he could to empower his minions... Salkeen would not give up his minions to Isaik if he could help it... Their relationship was complicated, both hate and admiration lived within Salkeen for his master...
“Jericha doesn’t need a safe place from Master Isaik, you and I both know this. It isn’t Isaik she fears, it’s the tome that he may or may not carry on him. She fears and hates Varicar mostly for that same reason.”
Salkeen hissed low, he did know, his master would not jeopardize something he needed... As for the tome, Salkeen had his reasons for disliking the tome... Isaik his reasons for coveting it, it was something his master had yet to share yet...
“The only reason the contracts stand is because I was made to destroy Ahcirej. Ahcirej was the only one of you that never lied, or turned on me. Being forced to destroy her because of you, and Master Isaik hurt.”
Salkeen growled before hissing low, “I know it hurt... I felt it... I am doing all I can to bring her back...” The demon lord murmured...
“I couldn’t be sure if Jericha would allow me to remain connected to her. It was my way of protecting myself from Master Isaik’s mental manipulations. You call being able to have your mind twisted like a friggin pretzel not dangerous.”
“Just as dangerous as commanding a army of demons and fel...” Salkeen hissed, he had been in the same spot before questioning this manipulative being... Unfortunately, the same hideous being had also proven itself in some way to have a semblance of care for his minions... When Salkeen had enetered the Black temple to become a demon hunter, his first trial nearly killed him... That was except for the hideous shadow that ensured he lived... Ensured he succeeded...
Izzabelle drops to her knees screaming, and sobbing, desperately trying to physically rip the voices from her head. She tears at her head trying to dig the voices out of her mind. Not realizing that she is killing herself in the process.
Salkeen glared at the unusually silent Varicar, “Heal Her now....” The demon lord commanded, he wouldn’t lose her to death if he could help it...
Izzabelle’s Head snaps up and she screams at Salkeen, her voice filled with a plethora of unwanted emotions. “I don’t want you to release me Lord Salkeen, I want you to protect me like you do Jericha, and Ahcirej. I needed you to keep me safe even more than they did.” She wants to flee so badly, but Yumara is preventing that.
Salkeen looked back at Izzabelle, his eyes were stern and defiant, “I want you to have a choice... If you are released you have a choice...” The demon lord murmured so silently it might not have been heard...
“Just stop!”
Salkeen watched as Izzabelle blasted her way free and vanished... The demon lord then turned his gaze to his master, “I will not release her to you, unless she gets a choice... Like the one I didn’t truly have...” The demon lord hissed before taking flight after Izzabelle, he would defeat the Titan then everything would be fixed...
Salkeen looked back at Izzabelle, his eyes were stern and defiant, “I want you to have a choice... If you are released you have a choice...” The demon lord murmured so silently it might not have been heard...
Isaik saw no reason to go through these extra steps... He saw a event that would come in some shape or form, a warlock with the mark of him... Isaik was not damning the women to a world of mental torture, Yumara was evidence enough of that!
“Just stop!” Izzabelle screams as she unleashes a blast of Shadowfel amalgamation it an attempt to free herself from Yumara. Yumara hisses in pain as many of the roots and vines are destroyed along with most of the bark like skin that is pressed against Izzabelle. Soil and water spill from the many wounds on Yumara onto Izzabelle, still Yumara holds her.
Isaik looked visibly frustrated, the intervention had gone horribly wrong... The dark master turned to glare at his minion who had been glaring back at him...
Salkeen watched as Izzabelle blasted her way free and vanished... The demon lord then turned his gaze to his master, “I will not release her to you, unless she gets a choice... Like the one I didn’t truly have...” The demon lord hissed before taking flight after Izzabelle, he would defeat the Titan then everything would be fixed...
Isaik watched his minion take flight to recover his own minion... The last things he said had made no sense... Salkeen had a choice when he was first contracted, join Isaik or the demons would consume him... Isaik was not the master of those demons, nearly a third party who had decided to intervene... If Isaik had never been there Salkeen would have died that day...
“Master Jericha is in her room below us, for the time Orion is preventing her from going any further. She isn’t fighting him, so she feels safe enough there.” She starts mending the damage done to her.
Isaik turned towards his minion, “Good the last thing we need is another issue with the minions... Still the mental manipulation plaguing Izzabelle is unsatisfactory, we must get this back under control...” Isaik hissed, he narrowed his eyes for a second, the war of thorns on Azeroth was in full combat, he felt the Juggernaut and the Assassin among the trees in the battle...
With both Jericha and Izzabelle gone Ahcirej trusts that she can approach everyone. Still the second she is close her very essence starts being pulled into Yumara. Ahcirej reaches out and tries to grab Lord Salkeen, but her hand goes right through him. She feels afraid and isn’t sure why, she doesn’t understand why she is being drawn into Yumara.
Yumara seems completely freaked out by this. She quickly creates a barrier around herself to stop Ahcirej from getting in. Still Ahcirej’s form, what ever it was, relentlessly attacks the Barrier trying to break through. She can tell that Ahcirej herself is afraid and like her doesn’t understand what is happening. Yumara backs up until she is near Master and grabs his robes. There was enough going on without this happening as well. She feels her barrier breaking beneath the assault, this causes her to panic, and her body get ready to lash out at Ahcirej.
Isaik peered curiosly at the spectacle before him... Perhaps, this showed that if Ahcirej’s spirit could interacted with the barriers it could be contained... “Be calm Yumara, we will use this to contain her... Pool your energy and we will contain her form... It would be wiser if she wasn’t wandering freely to be damaged...” Isaik stated lifting his hands to help maintain Yumara’s barrier.. As it grew stronger, the dark master built off the barrier a full containment for Ahcirej’s form... It was still in the air if they could catch or contain her at all but it was worth a shot...
Isaik turned to look at Ahcirej’s form... “I do apologize my dear for your predicament... I don’t do what I for no reason...” Isaik stated, “One of the three had to be separated from Salkeen so you would all live... I do hope you understand, it was for you to live...” The dark master hissed still weaving magic trying to contain Ahcirej’s form.
Varicar has turned to trying to heal Izzabelle when the demon lord spoke once more...
“You will not heal or attempt to heal Jericha unless she is near the edge of death itself... Even then should you displease me it may cost you your life...” Salkeen commanded...
Varicar paused for a long moment as he tried to follow commands and his inherent programming to heal the group... “I obey.” Varicar uttered before turning back to work on Izzabelle who seemed more and more unstable...
The whole area seemed to go into chaos as Salkeen commanded Ahcirej who had perished or so Varicar believed to purge Izzabelle of the void... Jericha vanished and the dark master appeared to command everyone to cease... Varicar froze, it was wise to observe rather than act as the two commanders butted heads, Technically he was loyal to both, Isaik had created him and deemed his purpose, Salkeen was the commander he was put with... The whole thing confused him, something of a newer feeling since his invitation to true life...
Varicar absentmindedly moved towards Yumara, the being that remade him, like a adopted mother to him... As Izzabelle raged and damaged Yumara, Varicar took to a healing stance and channeled all he could into her...
Salkeen and Izzabelle took off to a new place leaving just him, Yumara and Isaik along with what what Varicar could tell was Ahcirej... It was intriguing how she somehow survived, it meant he had not failed...
As Ahcirej’s essence appeared to be siphoned into Yumara, Varicar was unsure how to react, it appeared that perhaps they were meshing.. Perhaps it was because Jericha’s soul before Salkeen was tied to Yumara... With her connection servered from Salkeen, she would return to the last viable connection!
“You will not heal or attempt to heal Jericha unless she is near the edge of death itself... Even then should you displease me it may cost you your life...” Salkeen commanded...
Varicar paused for a long moment as he tried to follow commands and his inherent programming to heal the group... “I obey.” Varicar uttered before turning back to work on Izzabelle who seemed more and more unstable...
The whole area seemed to go into chaos as Salkeen commanded Ahcirej who had perished or so Varicar believed to purge Izzabelle of the void... Jericha vanished and the dark master appeared to command everyone to cease... Varicar froze, it was wise to observe rather than act as the two commanders butted heads, Technically he was loyal to both, Isaik had created him and deemed his purpose, Salkeen was the commander he was put with... The whole thing confused him, something of a newer feeling since his invitation to true life...
Varicar absentmindedly moved towards Yumara, the being that remade him, like a adopted mother to him... As Izzabelle raged and damaged Yumara, Varicar took to a healing stance and channeled all he could into her...
Salkeen and Izzabelle took off to a new place leaving just him, Yumara and Isaik along with what what Varicar could tell was Ahcirej... It was intriguing how she somehow survived, it meant he had not failed...
As Ahcirej’s essence appeared to be siphoned into Yumara, Varicar was unsure how to react, it appeared that perhaps they were meshing.. Perhaps it was because Jericha’s soul before Salkeen was tied to Yumara... With her connection servered from Salkeen, she would return to the last viable connection!
Reavrix roared again this whelp escaped his grasp! The flesh Titan pushed forward, he would not let them succeed! As he pushed forward his body was assaulted by light, fel and blood! His joints grew slower as blood lances pierced his great Titans body! Reavrix hissed as blasts of fel flashed in his face restricting his view but it would matter not! The demon lord creeped ever closer, a sense of victory overwhelming as the meddlesome gnats fought amongst them selves!
The flesh Titan was hammered by a rocking explosion of light that tore at its flesh and blasted the necrotizing plague apart! The flesh Titan shuddered losing its left leg and leaving the other horrifically mangled, many of its organs were burned and the lower body of the Titan now had to be dragged... The magnificent flesh Titan now looked as if half had been blown away now...
The Titan lurched forward nearly upon the Ered’Kiel where he would kill them all when a spark of fel went off in the Ered’Kiel’s engines! Reavrix’s face grew white as the realization hit him, a great blast of fel fire erupted with the power of a launching rocket and slammed into the great flesh Titan! Reavrix roared attempting to shield himself from the cooking blast but still fel flames leaked into the Titans skull searing Reavrix’s flesh! The Titans flesh melted away revealing the dark metallic skin underneath pocked with holes of decay, in several areas the bones of a Titan were revealed barely held together by cooked strands of meat and flesh... The skull of the flesh Titan could be seen, a myriad of fused bones! The flesh Titan oozed thick blood in several areas that pooled on the ground before hardening into large razor like formations of solid black Titans blood...
The Titan moved forward pushing into the most of fel lava and calling out to the group of usurpers... He felt several of them along his back, he saw several still before him... Reavrix gave a wicked grin on his horridly burned, the little demon lord Salkeen headed straight for him! Reavrix laughed pushing his Titan forward to crash into the demon lord, now he would end this! The two beings moved towards each other at ever increasing speed, Salkeen was faster, but Reavrix had size on his side!!
The demon lords collided, in a crack that resounded in the heavens and shook the land! Reavrix roared in agony as his world quaked, the titans skull like face now had a hole allowing one within... Salkeen’s claw like hand gripped the outter edge as he glared inside the fleshy innards of the skull, the place Reavrix had chosen to fail... “Your a failure and a traitor... Lord Reavrix...” The fully transformed demon lord taunted... “When I finish with you, you will be nothing but a footnote of demon traitors...” Salkeen said lunging forward leaving gashes on the edges of his entrance!
The two demon lords clashed, Lord Salkeen in full demon form wielding burning swords and Reavrix, his body half meshed with the flesh Titan wielding a plague axe! The weapons slammed together showering the area with fire and death! “You know you are not a match for my strength...” Hissed Salkeen. “You underestimate my power...” Snarled Reavrix as they were locked in close combat trying to overpower the other...
The flesh Titan was hammered by a rocking explosion of light that tore at its flesh and blasted the necrotizing plague apart! The flesh Titan shuddered losing its left leg and leaving the other horrifically mangled, many of its organs were burned and the lower body of the Titan now had to be dragged... The magnificent flesh Titan now looked as if half had been blown away now...
The Titan lurched forward nearly upon the Ered’Kiel where he would kill them all when a spark of fel went off in the Ered’Kiel’s engines! Reavrix’s face grew white as the realization hit him, a great blast of fel fire erupted with the power of a launching rocket and slammed into the great flesh Titan! Reavrix roared attempting to shield himself from the cooking blast but still fel flames leaked into the Titans skull searing Reavrix’s flesh! The Titans flesh melted away revealing the dark metallic skin underneath pocked with holes of decay, in several areas the bones of a Titan were revealed barely held together by cooked strands of meat and flesh... The skull of the flesh Titan could be seen, a myriad of fused bones! The flesh Titan oozed thick blood in several areas that pooled on the ground before hardening into large razor like formations of solid black Titans blood...
The Titan moved forward pushing into the most of fel lava and calling out to the group of usurpers... He felt several of them along his back, he saw several still before him... Reavrix gave a wicked grin on his horridly burned, the little demon lord Salkeen headed straight for him! Reavrix laughed pushing his Titan forward to crash into the demon lord, now he would end this! The two beings moved towards each other at ever increasing speed, Salkeen was faster, but Reavrix had size on his side!!
The demon lords collided, in a crack that resounded in the heavens and shook the land! Reavrix roared in agony as his world quaked, the titans skull like face now had a hole allowing one within... Salkeen’s claw like hand gripped the outter edge as he glared inside the fleshy innards of the skull, the place Reavrix had chosen to fail... “Your a failure and a traitor... Lord Reavrix...” The fully transformed demon lord taunted... “When I finish with you, you will be nothing but a footnote of demon traitors...” Salkeen said lunging forward leaving gashes on the edges of his entrance!
The two demon lords clashed, Lord Salkeen in full demon form wielding burning swords and Reavrix, his body half meshed with the flesh Titan wielding a plague axe! The weapons slammed together showering the area with fire and death! “You know you are not a match for my strength...” Hissed Salkeen. “You underestimate my power...” Snarled Reavrix as they were locked in close combat trying to overpower the other...
Jericha’s body and the room around her might be frozen in time, however her mind was not. It took only a few moments for her to calm down and realize that Isaik wasn’t following her. Part of Jericha knows that her fear of Isaik is irrational, but she cannot control it. Just as her hate and fear of Varicar is irrational. Jericha knows that she doesn’t have just a simple fear of powerful dark magic containing books, tomes, codexes, scrolls etc. No it is much worse it is a full blown phobia, one that she has no rational control of. She hates and fears Isaik for bringing that hideous book into play and trying to attack her with it. Still she hates nothing as much as she hates Varicar. She would never trust him again, it was a grave error on her part to trust him that first time.
Izzabelle’s Head snaps up and she screams at Salkeen, her voice filled with a plethora of unwanted emotions. “I don’t want you to release me Lord Salkeen, I want you to protect me like you do Jericha, and Ahcirej. I needed you to keep me safe even more than they did.” She wants to flee so badly, but Yumara is preventing that.
Salkeen looked back at Izzabelle, his eyes were stern and defiant, “I want you to have a choice... If you are released you have a choice...” The demon lord murmured so silently it might not have been heard...
Even though she isn’t there her bond with Lord Salkeen allows her to hear what is being said. Jericha is feeling the slightest tingle of regret, perhaps she should have thought of Izzabelle, before allowing her to be ripped from her soul. Still at the time she honestly thought it was for the best, now she feels she might of been mistaken. Isaik might have been the one that released Lord Salkeen’s chains which allowed him to reclaim her. Still if it wasn’t for Izzabelle she would not be here, she wouldn’t have been in the lounge. If Izzabelle hadn’t been there, She would have died in Ebony’s Tower after the sentient infernal debacle. Izzabelle refused to give up on her, yet she gave up on....no I never gave up on her, I gave her to my Lord, to someone who would better understand what she was becoming. Lord Salkeen could bring out her full potential, I still believe that. her heart stops beating in her chest for a moment when she hears what is said next.
“I do not have time for your games!” Salkeen roared nearly ready to break Izzabelle free... “Fine...” Isaik relented, “The contract wasn’t just for Jericha... I have seen your death... A warlock, with the mark of him will come, if you command all three ladies, you will fail and die... They will die with you...” Isaik stated,
No! Lord Salkeen couldn’t die, Jericha would not allow that to happen and if that meant freeing Izzabelle and losing her safe haven, she would take that chance. With a powerful surge of void magic she breaks free of Orion’s time trap. She is about to leave when she feels it.
“Your a failure and a traitor... Lord Reavrix...” The fully transformed demon lord taunted... “When I finish with you, you will be nothing but a footnote of demon traitors...” Salkeen said lunging forward leaving gashes on the edges of his entrance!
The two demon lords clashed, Lord Salkeen in full demon form wielding burning swords and Reavrix, his body half meshed with the flesh Titan wielding a plague axe! The weapons slammed together showering the area with fire and death! “You know you are not a match for my strength...” Hissed Salkeen. “You underestimate my power...” Snarled Reavrix,
Jericha speaks into Lord Salkeen’s mind, just as she opens a void portal to his location. She steps out a short distance away just as he clashes with the traitorous fiendLord Salkeen, surely you didn’t think I was going to let you have all the fun. Jericha’s looks around her and smiles, the place could use with a little redecoration. With that thought in mind her eye socket that contains her artifact eye glows an eerie purplish black. A split second later dozens of void rifts and portal appear on the walls and ceiling. Void walkers, fiends, and horrors come pouring out of them. Thousands of void tentacles and tendrils come whipping out, they wrap around and attack anything that they encounter, corrupting it. Mean while the other void monstrosities are tearing at the walls smashing machinery. While this is happening Jericha opens up void tears that fire hundreds of void bolts at the walls. All around her she starts creating patches of chaotic felblaze and creeping void. This would take a few minutes, because unlike the other times she used her shadowfel amalgamation, this time she was directing it, and that required a lot of concentration.
Izzabelle’s Head snaps up and she screams at Salkeen, her voice filled with a plethora of unwanted emotions. “I don’t want you to release me Lord Salkeen, I want you to protect me like you do Jericha, and Ahcirej. I needed you to keep me safe even more than they did.” She wants to flee so badly, but Yumara is preventing that.
Salkeen looked back at Izzabelle, his eyes were stern and defiant, “I want you to have a choice... If you are released you have a choice...” The demon lord murmured so silently it might not have been heard...
Even though she isn’t there her bond with Lord Salkeen allows her to hear what is being said. Jericha is feeling the slightest tingle of regret, perhaps she should have thought of Izzabelle, before allowing her to be ripped from her soul. Still at the time she honestly thought it was for the best, now she feels she might of been mistaken. Isaik might have been the one that released Lord Salkeen’s chains which allowed him to reclaim her. Still if it wasn’t for Izzabelle she would not be here, she wouldn’t have been in the lounge. If Izzabelle hadn’t been there, She would have died in Ebony’s Tower after the sentient infernal debacle. Izzabelle refused to give up on her, yet she gave up on....no I never gave up on her, I gave her to my Lord, to someone who would better understand what she was becoming. Lord Salkeen could bring out her full potential, I still believe that. her heart stops beating in her chest for a moment when she hears what is said next.
“I do not have time for your games!” Salkeen roared nearly ready to break Izzabelle free... “Fine...” Isaik relented, “The contract wasn’t just for Jericha... I have seen your death... A warlock, with the mark of him will come, if you command all three ladies, you will fail and die... They will die with you...” Isaik stated,
No! Lord Salkeen couldn’t die, Jericha would not allow that to happen and if that meant freeing Izzabelle and losing her safe haven, she would take that chance. With a powerful surge of void magic she breaks free of Orion’s time trap. She is about to leave when she feels it.
“Your a failure and a traitor... Lord Reavrix...” The fully transformed demon lord taunted... “When I finish with you, you will be nothing but a footnote of demon traitors...” Salkeen said lunging forward leaving gashes on the edges of his entrance!
The two demon lords clashed, Lord Salkeen in full demon form wielding burning swords and Reavrix, his body half meshed with the flesh Titan wielding a plague axe! The weapons slammed together showering the area with fire and death! “You know you are not a match for my strength...” Hissed Salkeen. “You underestimate my power...” Snarled Reavrix,
Jericha speaks into Lord Salkeen’s mind, just as she opens a void portal to his location. She steps out a short distance away just as he clashes with the traitorous fiendLord Salkeen, surely you didn’t think I was going to let you have all the fun. Jericha’s looks around her and smiles, the place could use with a little redecoration. With that thought in mind her eye socket that contains her artifact eye glows an eerie purplish black. A split second later dozens of void rifts and portal appear on the walls and ceiling. Void walkers, fiends, and horrors come pouring out of them. Thousands of void tentacles and tendrils come whipping out, they wrap around and attack anything that they encounter, corrupting it. Mean while the other void monstrosities are tearing at the walls smashing machinery. While this is happening Jericha opens up void tears that fire hundreds of void bolts at the walls. All around her she starts creating patches of chaotic felblaze and creeping void. This would take a few minutes, because unlike the other times she used her shadowfel amalgamation, this time she was directing it, and that required a lot of concentration.
Isaik turned towards his minion, “Good the last thing we need is another issue with the minions... Still the mental manipulation plaguing Izzabelle is unsatisfactory, we must get this back under control...” Isaik hissed,
Yumara lets out a sigh, she should have thought of Izzabelle, when she had given Jericha to Salkeen. Still it wasn’t that long ago when Jericha had fought to keep Izzabelle with her. The fact that she gave her up so easily doesn’t sit well with Yumara, neither does her blatant hostility towards the one she sees as her son. “I’ve left some of my vines wrapped around Izzabelle Master. For now they should help to keep the Soul Thief from communicating with her. I’m not sure how long they will last.” Yumara reaches up and rubs her temples all of this was one headache inducing. “I could tell while holding Izzabelle that she is extremely distraught.”
Varicar absentmindedly moved towards Yumara, the being that remade him, like a adopted mother to him...
Yumara absentmindedly reaches out and ruffles Varicar’s hair. “You make me proud Varicar, I wouldn’t change anything about you. It is shortly after this that Ahcirej arrives and Yumara suddenly finds herself fighting to keep Ahcirej out and it isn’t easy. She quickly backs up seeking Masters help.
“Be calm Yumara, we will use this to contain her... Pool your energy and we will contain her form... It would be wiser if she wasn’t wandering freely to be damaged...” Isaik stated lifting his hands to help maintain Yumara’s barrier.. As it grew stronger, the dark master built off the barrier a full containment for Ahcirej’s form... It was still in the air if they could catch or contain her at all but it was worth a shot...
At first Yumara freaks out thinking Master meant to contain Ahcirej inside of her. Then she quickly realizes that Master wouldn’t put her in danger like that. As this dawns on her she also realizes that Master is right. Ahcirej was in danger if she remained out in the open. The chance of her vanishing entirely was still viable, she needed to be kept safe. She also needed to stop trying to break through the barrier and mesh with her. Yumara nods in understanding “Yes Master.” She can feel her Barrier strengthening as Master adds his power to it. As Master does this Yumara follows his lead and begins pushing the shield away from her and trying to wrap it around Ahcirej. Creating a cocoon of sorts to hold Ahcirej inside of, however Ahcirej’s form didn’t seem to like this idea.
“Ahcirej, listen we are not trying to trap you, we are not taking your freedom for you. You are in danger the longer you remain out here, you can feel the pull can’t you.” Ahcirej nods her head in understanding, she asks them both through a series of images if they were being truthful about not locking her in. Still her mind fights to get away from Yumara, while her very form fights to get inside. She continues angrily beating at the barrier, suddenly Ahcirej starts pooling together a massive amount of holy power.
As this is happening, below them Jericha breaks free of Orion’s time freeze and Vanishes...thankfully she only went to Salkeen. Orion I need you here now. Orion sensing the urgency suddenly appears on his little broom next to Yumara. “Master Isaik pull Yumara Into yourself, your void will shield her existence from Ahcirej. As long as Ahcirej can sense her she will keep attacking any barriers you two make. Unless she allows it she cannot be contained, it is what it means to be an unbound. Ahcirej can enter a containment field, she could remain there for as long as she chooses, but she can also leave when she chooses.” Orion actually looks at Yumara with an overly irritated expression. “Yumara is in possession of two things that Ahcirej desperately wants.” Orion adds his time magic to Isaik’s and Yumara’s slowing Ahcirej down considerably. Orion speaks directly into Master Isaik’s mind. Once Ahcirej is contained I will freeze her. I move between worlds all the time, I can feel that she doesn’t have much longer here. If she vanishes there’s no telling if she will ever come back.
Yumara lets out a sigh, she should have thought of Izzabelle, when she had given Jericha to Salkeen. Still it wasn’t that long ago when Jericha had fought to keep Izzabelle with her. The fact that she gave her up so easily doesn’t sit well with Yumara, neither does her blatant hostility towards the one she sees as her son. “I’ve left some of my vines wrapped around Izzabelle Master. For now they should help to keep the Soul Thief from communicating with her. I’m not sure how long they will last.” Yumara reaches up and rubs her temples all of this was one headache inducing. “I could tell while holding Izzabelle that she is extremely distraught.”
Varicar absentmindedly moved towards Yumara, the being that remade him, like a adopted mother to him...
Yumara absentmindedly reaches out and ruffles Varicar’s hair. “You make me proud Varicar, I wouldn’t change anything about you. It is shortly after this that Ahcirej arrives and Yumara suddenly finds herself fighting to keep Ahcirej out and it isn’t easy. She quickly backs up seeking Masters help.
“Be calm Yumara, we will use this to contain her... Pool your energy and we will contain her form... It would be wiser if she wasn’t wandering freely to be damaged...” Isaik stated lifting his hands to help maintain Yumara’s barrier.. As it grew stronger, the dark master built off the barrier a full containment for Ahcirej’s form... It was still in the air if they could catch or contain her at all but it was worth a shot...
At first Yumara freaks out thinking Master meant to contain Ahcirej inside of her. Then she quickly realizes that Master wouldn’t put her in danger like that. As this dawns on her she also realizes that Master is right. Ahcirej was in danger if she remained out in the open. The chance of her vanishing entirely was still viable, she needed to be kept safe. She also needed to stop trying to break through the barrier and mesh with her. Yumara nods in understanding “Yes Master.” She can feel her Barrier strengthening as Master adds his power to it. As Master does this Yumara follows his lead and begins pushing the shield away from her and trying to wrap it around Ahcirej. Creating a cocoon of sorts to hold Ahcirej inside of, however Ahcirej’s form didn’t seem to like this idea.
“Ahcirej, listen we are not trying to trap you, we are not taking your freedom for you. You are in danger the longer you remain out here, you can feel the pull can’t you.” Ahcirej nods her head in understanding, she asks them both through a series of images if they were being truthful about not locking her in. Still her mind fights to get away from Yumara, while her very form fights to get inside. She continues angrily beating at the barrier, suddenly Ahcirej starts pooling together a massive amount of holy power.
As this is happening, below them Jericha breaks free of Orion’s time freeze and Vanishes...thankfully she only went to Salkeen. Orion I need you here now. Orion sensing the urgency suddenly appears on his little broom next to Yumara. “Master Isaik pull Yumara Into yourself, your void will shield her existence from Ahcirej. As long as Ahcirej can sense her she will keep attacking any barriers you two make. Unless she allows it she cannot be contained, it is what it means to be an unbound. Ahcirej can enter a containment field, she could remain there for as long as she chooses, but she can also leave when she chooses.” Orion actually looks at Yumara with an overly irritated expression. “Yumara is in possession of two things that Ahcirej desperately wants.” Orion adds his time magic to Isaik’s and Yumara’s slowing Ahcirej down considerably. Orion speaks directly into Master Isaik’s mind. Once Ahcirej is contained I will freeze her. I move between worlds all the time, I can feel that she doesn’t have much longer here. If she vanishes there’s no telling if she will ever come back.
Isaik turned to look at Ahcirej’s form... “I do apologize my dear for your predicament... I don’t do what I for no reason...” Isaik stated, “One of the three had to be separated from Salkeen so you would all live... I do hope you understand, it was for you to live...” The dark master hissed still weaving magic trying to contain Ahcirej’s form.
“Ahcirej, listen we are not trying to trap you, we are not taking your freedom for you. You are in danger the longer you remain out here, you can feel the pull can’t you.”
Ahcirej Understood right from the beginning what they were trying to do. She can feel that place, that world of lost thoughts, forgotten dreams, that place of emotions felt and forgotten calling her back. Still stronger than that was the need her essence had to somehow get inside of Yumara. Ahcirej didn’t understand, it was like she had no control over herself. It’s there, it’s there, we must have it, it is essential. Break it, shatter it, destroy it, bring it down. Let us in let us in. Ahcirej can feel her form starting to gather her holy light. She is about to release a blast of holy fire, that would make her absolutely hot seem like a sparkler.
Suddenly Orion appears and this form of hers slows down. Ahcirej tries to communicate to Master Isaik that he needed to get Yumara away. Something Yumara possessed was causing her to lose control. She shows him that she understands that containment would keep her both here and safe, that she is okay with being looked away and frozen in time until they could bring her back. Still the longer she remained in Yumara’s presense, the harder she fought against the barriers and Orion’s magic. The holy fire she was gathering was starting to reach critical.
“Ahcirej, listen we are not trying to trap you, we are not taking your freedom for you. You are in danger the longer you remain out here, you can feel the pull can’t you.”
Ahcirej Understood right from the beginning what they were trying to do. She can feel that place, that world of lost thoughts, forgotten dreams, that place of emotions felt and forgotten calling her back. Still stronger than that was the need her essence had to somehow get inside of Yumara. Ahcirej didn’t understand, it was like she had no control over herself. It’s there, it’s there, we must have it, it is essential. Break it, shatter it, destroy it, bring it down. Let us in let us in. Ahcirej can feel her form starting to gather her holy light. She is about to release a blast of holy fire, that would make her absolutely hot seem like a sparkler.
Suddenly Orion appears and this form of hers slows down. Ahcirej tries to communicate to Master Isaik that he needed to get Yumara away. Something Yumara possessed was causing her to lose control. She shows him that she understands that containment would keep her both here and safe, that she is okay with being looked away and frozen in time until they could bring her back. Still the longer she remained in Yumara’s presense, the harder she fought against the barriers and Orion’s magic. The holy fire she was gathering was starting to reach critical.