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Corbin, or atleast the summon, was still standing atop the statue as it moved.

LOATHING exploded behinthe monster's eyes, even before Roan was injured. The signs of his coming paled in comparison, as the already broken earth around them all SHATTERED. The Shadow cast vanished from Azrael's presence, and Lineage, in his various pieces decomposed into the earth, as the pair of serpents circling the summon hissed in protest.

An arm suddenly ripped through the straight jackets, and splintered the chains, all material fading into nonexistance, leaving the monster's torso bare, as tiny cracks started to form in the face plate.

"Not.... Him......"

Corbin's voice existed everywhere. His ACTUAL voice, as the summon's right hand fell and clasped around the top of the statues head, the mnster leaning forward in a crouched perch.

No more voices, the summon immediately returned to the insrtion of understanding into the mind of Fear. And it was clear.

My beast is stronger.

The scarlet in the summon's eyes would grow even more dominant, as he Bane form was thrown into the statue, seeking out all organic and static presences of the Syn, as the tiny cracks grew wider, and more vastly spread through the face plate.

Finally, the face plate shattered, the sound beyond sound and reality, as it not only offended the ears, but the minds, flesh, bones and BLOOD of all those for lord knows how distant. The maw of a god had opened, and the hunger was known. A hunger like the void, as the summon started to build up the Absolute barrier from its indigo fog.

Nothing, as the statue vanished from beneath the summon, it didn't seem to react any differently. It didn't chase, it didn't scream or roar in outrage. It just, slowly descended.

The Corbinesque summon simply descended to the earthen base beneath it, where the statue had been in such glory. It's eyes never left the statue, Bailey.

In a way, it was perfect. Something the god could understand. Pefection. Bailey. Fear, had taken the form of his father. How he would pay.

As the Summon's feet touched earth, and the beasts summoned by Bailey launched their attacks, the summon simply raised his right hand, middle finger, and thumb connecting. Friction, though the snap never came, as again reality ad dimensions rippled. The ortus had spanned out to give breadth to the absolute barrier, and with its expanse, it materialized to shield the DeSeers. A wall that whirled, and mistified like the surface of the gaseous giant Jupiter. Perfect, and unbreakable. The Summon though was within the shield, and available as a target.

As tendrils and all manner of other things struck however, they would simply pass through the form, for he was not real, he never was.

This, was an extension. This, was a ghost.

Eyes like fury incarnate found their target, he could never escape, no matter how far he ran. Fear, was infected and thus, a part of Corbin. He had in a sense, been sired.

Again, Bailey would simply understand, what Corbin intened to make him. The words akin to 'Take this from me? You will bring it.'

Suddenly, the shield would vanish, and with it, Bailey, and all that he summoned. All that remained, was a newly shackled, and masked summon, its back, to Roan's direction, as it hovered just off the grounds surface, silent, singular and imposing on the very realm.

Meanwhile, Bailey would suddenly find his vision cast rather then across the ruins and over the crater, across a seemless expanse of hills and gullies that went on for an eternity, before they met with a snow capped mountain range. Somewhere in the middle, a castle. He would know it, and the land. Transylvania. Vlad Tepes' castle, or atlest, it was in the last realm.

This, was Corbin's realm. The endless expanse of creatures that extended to the horizon, his army of familiars, diablerised, and creations. The gross unholy, ravenous power that radiated out across the world from within the castle in the distance, Corbin's.

That, was real. No ghost. No summon. Bailey, and his paultry few, now faced the Fiend of Diablerie, and his world of an army, in his own world.

.. what have you done.

*Bailey was gone. And she knew this wasnt QUITE the end. She knew where Corbin had taken him. She kenw what she was about ot ask of Dae was no longer necessary, but the cost could be awful in itself*

You will owe Azrael greatly if you kill him, and deny him the killing blow. Know that, Corbin. Already, through no fault of your own you have taken much from him. Think on it.

*inside, part fo her died seeing him return to her shackled and masked, bound and taken from her once again. Now, she had no fear of what coudl happen. Now... she wanted the solace of that which should never have been taken. She stepped towards him, extending her hand*

Dont go. This time... please dont go. I NEED to talk to you, even beyond just MY need. Tell me one thing at least... please... is Fenrir safe? Is he going to be ok? Was he your link?

*It wasnt what she WANTED to ask, but it was what she NEEDED to ask. If she got only one thing out of him... that was the one she HAD to know, beyond her own self.*

Gods Corbin...

*she shook her head, and wished, truly wished he'd answer, and stay still long enough to let her touch him. She knew thogh... even if e didnt move... he wasnt corporeal.*

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... what the HELL?!

*Bailey reeled. He hadnt expected THIS. His eyes took seconds ot adjust and then... he realised just HOW outnumbered he was.
He couldnt win like this. Back on Gaia with other targets, the risk of losing each other woudl have playe din his favour... now, the beasts were useless. As was the form he;d taken.
Swearing, he flowed out of the statue, leaving it suprisingly undamaged, for now, on the impending battlefield while he assumed his last defence - his Hades Surplice, purple black armour coating him, a helm hiding his features. Cosmo rose in his body, wings snapped out of his back and he took to the skies, heading for the castle. The best he could hope for now was a one on one showdown*

The summon, only turned its head slightly, not even enough to grant eye contact, but as it did, the entity would quite simply, nod. Roan had her answer, though as she inched towards him, the summon would slowly levitate away from her in equal distance, keeping the dimensions between them constant.

Strange though, how it stayed. Roan had asked a question, and recieved an answer, yet the ghost remained...... Something distracted it, its hunger. The source, was focused.

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In the other realm, Bailey would find only opposition. A sea of eyes illuminated, as that unholy skill was once more utilized, but now, with such greater power. As accurate as it could be described, it felt more like three quarters o the full strength, rather than the simple ONE quart felt by the first Syn before Fear.

Corbin's last known form would flash before his eyes, and infect his mind, as everything else faded away into absolute, abyssal darkness. Nothing else existed, and eventually, only the eyes. Not even the army of eyes. Just Corbin's.

Bailey, would NOT be granted the right, to see Corbin in his true form. NONE would EVER. He, was as Roan said, a god never to be worshiped, never to be prayed upon, nor wittnessed. And few were as unworthy, as Bailey.

Should Corbin succeed this time, in turning Bailey into nothing more than a meer kine, Fear would immediately find himself back, in Gaia. Back, in the center of the crater. Back, where Azrael, could have his right.

As Fear, mortal as he now was simply appeared, as if everyone at one had blinked, and in that moment he went from non-existance, to existance a few feet behind the summon, it only turned its head back away, now that its distraction was gone. Corbin had gotten HIS revenge. Bailey had made him hurt more than he ever though POSSIBLE, by forcing the humane moralities of his past on him, and now, Bailey WAS mortal. And the god's power, was once more unfocused, other than on, Roan.

No words could be spoken. The mask prevented it. NOTHING involving the mouth, that held such savage, untamed hlust and hunger. Ego.... Strange, yet suited the way it and Gluttony were so very close to one another.

He couldn't answer Roan, only state through a thin, barely existing connection, how he felt.

The Dogma project, wasn't so plainly Fenrir being able to cure the Bane Virus... But, being able to destroy himself, AND, Roan. A man, to destroy monsters. It HAD to be a secret. The fact HE knew made it an outrageous risk of failure in that task. But now, they both knew. Both monsters, knew that there was a man out there, being equipped to destroy them, when the time came.