TheSerpentSpitsOnAltars
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- Posted: Wed, 25 Apr 2012 03:14:03 +0000
{{Hmm..take out the mention of the Lifestream and I could see Swan vs Jay the Black Dragon. But alas, instead it just flows weird so I won't pursue. Moving on with Vile's death build up. Then onto my new plans and lesser OP characters.}}
{{soundtrack: Gentle Execution }}
Vile reached for the entity Dylan had summoned from within's hand, trying to stop it from puncturing his chest, but instead found that he was too weakened by the Merkaba's overloading systems and whatever internal conflict was lessening his hold of his own being and powers.
As the hand crushed his heart, tearing it out, a few strands still connected, Vile shrieked a gasping cough. Trying with all of his might, he attempted to penetrate into the very substance of reality which Dylan was composed of through the organ. A mad and desperate attempt at both absorption and disintegration, the Sigils were barely responding to him as they worked their alien and strange astral powers upon the hand of the Flesh Weaver in his Saint Nicholas Reaper apparition form. He pressed harder and harder, even in his typical fashion to plant a pearl of his own complex consciousness into any cell he could find, but it was all being burned away.
"You..think you have won?" Vile taunted, different lights and arcs of power flowing between him and the surrounding area. "You have sacrificed Sol for a killing blow...HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!" his face split and neck snapped from the insane laughter. The upper and lower parts of his mouth divided as the skin was tearing away across both cheeks. And then it happened.
Something grabbed Vile's leg, pulling energy and blood out of the human flesh he was beginning to condense into. "Hun-gry..." the weak child-like voice said behind him on the ground. Filaments in the hand of the now half-mechanized girl dug into Vile's ankle, desicating the blood from his flesh, feeding herself. It had been the medium by which the mimic had sustained her existence, and the greatest and strongest blood she had access to was the very essence that was keeping the physical avatar body of Vile's directed and focused will alive.
He tried to jerk away, but she was growing stronger. Pulling harder on him now, the half-dead mimic queen, integrated into the Merkaba's systems was trying to crawl up his leg. He attempted to kick her away and in doing so broke the final strand of sinew from his heart.
A shockwave shot outwards from his body as he was thrown upwards above the Core Sphere and shattered throne in the Chamber to the growing orb of energies which was condensing for the blast directed at the sun. In that instant the plasma energy vaporized the body that contained the cells of Vile. There was something else. Something had broken off from the giant vessel just below them, causing the floor to collapse in parts.
Around his heart, a ghostly wraith-like creature, something between bat-like humanoid and insectoid beast clawed and scratched ethereally at the organ, trying to pull power from it, fend off Dylan, and at the same time escape the growing surge of power that was pulsing in Rosalyn.
In Dylan's hand the heart began to grow, larger and large, taking on first the shape of a fetus bathed in light, and as the "true" form of Vile's consciousness, a twisted Doraxian hybrid ghostly monster attempted to penetrate and possess the infant, the organ continued to grow as Dylan cradled it, shielding it from Vile.
Emerging through Dylan's arms the child rose into the air, sending wave upon wave of purified Sigils in a weaponized form at the last vestiges of Vile's being. Behind the wraith, Rosalyn arose, having taken into herself the goodness of the echo of her own being when she absorbed the blood. Sloughing off the Merkaba components, she also began to take on a new faint glow as a different spectrum of colors, lights, and symbols radiated around her.
"We..." they said in unison towards Dylan, "give you...." both of them began to reach some type of critical mass just as the Vile-essence wraith attempted to escape out of the opening in the Merkaba's dissected wall, "our...power."
Heart Attack
{{soundtrack: Gentle Execution }}
Vile reached for the entity Dylan had summoned from within's hand, trying to stop it from puncturing his chest, but instead found that he was too weakened by the Merkaba's overloading systems and whatever internal conflict was lessening his hold of his own being and powers.
As the hand crushed his heart, tearing it out, a few strands still connected, Vile shrieked a gasping cough. Trying with all of his might, he attempted to penetrate into the very substance of reality which Dylan was composed of through the organ. A mad and desperate attempt at both absorption and disintegration, the Sigils were barely responding to him as they worked their alien and strange astral powers upon the hand of the Flesh Weaver in his Saint Nicholas Reaper apparition form. He pressed harder and harder, even in his typical fashion to plant a pearl of his own complex consciousness into any cell he could find, but it was all being burned away.
"You..think you have won?" Vile taunted, different lights and arcs of power flowing between him and the surrounding area. "You have sacrificed Sol for a killing blow...HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!" his face split and neck snapped from the insane laughter. The upper and lower parts of his mouth divided as the skin was tearing away across both cheeks. And then it happened.
Something grabbed Vile's leg, pulling energy and blood out of the human flesh he was beginning to condense into. "Hun-gry..." the weak child-like voice said behind him on the ground. Filaments in the hand of the now half-mechanized girl dug into Vile's ankle, desicating the blood from his flesh, feeding herself. It had been the medium by which the mimic had sustained her existence, and the greatest and strongest blood she had access to was the very essence that was keeping the physical avatar body of Vile's directed and focused will alive.
He tried to jerk away, but she was growing stronger. Pulling harder on him now, the half-dead mimic queen, integrated into the Merkaba's systems was trying to crawl up his leg. He attempted to kick her away and in doing so broke the final strand of sinew from his heart.
A shockwave shot outwards from his body as he was thrown upwards above the Core Sphere and shattered throne in the Chamber to the growing orb of energies which was condensing for the blast directed at the sun. In that instant the plasma energy vaporized the body that contained the cells of Vile. There was something else. Something had broken off from the giant vessel just below them, causing the floor to collapse in parts.
Around his heart, a ghostly wraith-like creature, something between bat-like humanoid and insectoid beast clawed and scratched ethereally at the organ, trying to pull power from it, fend off Dylan, and at the same time escape the growing surge of power that was pulsing in Rosalyn.
In Dylan's hand the heart began to grow, larger and large, taking on first the shape of a fetus bathed in light, and as the "true" form of Vile's consciousness, a twisted Doraxian hybrid ghostly monster attempted to penetrate and possess the infant, the organ continued to grow as Dylan cradled it, shielding it from Vile.
Emerging through Dylan's arms the child rose into the air, sending wave upon wave of purified Sigils in a weaponized form at the last vestiges of Vile's being. Behind the wraith, Rosalyn arose, having taken into herself the goodness of the echo of her own being when she absorbed the blood. Sloughing off the Merkaba components, she also began to take on a new faint glow as a different spectrum of colors, lights, and symbols radiated around her.
"We..." they said in unison towards Dylan, "give you...." both of them began to reach some type of critical mass just as the Vile-essence wraith attempted to escape out of the opening in the Merkaba's dissected wall, "our...power."
*battle mod*
