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'This isn't getting us anywhere...'

'Yes, I'm fully aware of that. You want out to play don't you...'

'not often I get to fight another 'god'

Both Az and Kagu laughed at the Daemon kings sarcastic use of the term, and Azrael let out a slight wince as a barbed tentacle slashed down his chest, tearing off his vest and scarf.

With an earsplitting roar Azrael ascended, his white skin emblazened with anchient symbols for 'fire', his hair waist length and purple, huge purple wings splitting from his back. At that moment a devastating wave of energy exploded outwards in a firey dome, most likely reducing everything in it to nothing. He let out a triumphant roar as his wings flapped in a mighty beat, flashing at high speed after Azamoras.

False god! Pretender! FIGHT ME!

His zanpaktou had been sheathed, and Isoda was gripped tightly in his hand, the crystaline blade glinting with anticipation, energy flowing through it.

As a barbed tentacle slashed across Azrael's chest, the pain that Caelan too felt at her lover being injured brought a moment of clarity. And that really was all she needed. Gasping as if suddenly surfacing from an endless well of stagnant water, she became aware of her surroundings. And it was then that she began to struggle, crying out in frustration and slinging a slew of creative curses at the creature that held her.

Horrified at what she was staring at, she caught a glimpse of Azrael, beautiful, winged.. she had never seen him as such, and her eyes widened before he was snatched up and she spirited away. Caelan cried out his name for lack of anything else to do. It was alien here, and Obtenebration was worthless against a foe such as this. Even if it would have had some use, the darkness here was all wrong, it refused to do as she asked, refused to heed her call. She was.. powerless, but at least had enough of a will to resist the voice that made her skin crawl.. for now.

*It roared with anger. HOW could it resist his will? He was far too young to know such... deciation?... to another power. There had been a time it had terrified all that moved, the literal bump in the night, driving those who saw it mad. How could one stubborn corpse resist such a will?

Worse still, its Pale One was resisting again. And all because of this INFERNAL male. He had to go. Yowling at the pain from the fire, the beast nevertheless kept hold of the winged thorn in its side, its tentacles starting to crush him, more and more joining the initial set, despite the burning agony and scent of charred meat.
Questing tentacles would grab him wherever they could, invading clothing for more holds, coiling around his wings and attempting to rip them from him, others seeking vulnerable spots to lash at and wound much as an octopus' tentacles would, sharp little barbs on each round bony sucker down the length of its tendrils*

I'LL BLEED YOU DRY! UNLESS YOUR WOMAN OPENS THE GATE NOW!

*that was IT. NOW the beast was inflamed with anger.
Below, 2/3's of its horde simply coiled over and died. Why? To feed him their power to regenerate.
Visciously hurling Azrael to the 'floor', which was conventiently hard as concrete with the hope of snapping his bones, the beast lowered after him, all snapping teeth and writhing tentacles that would deny him the chance to move in flight towards him, lashing the ground around him like a moving, deadly cage.

From the ground, more tentacles rose to hold him down, spread eagled if the beast got itgs way, sporting MORE than enough tentacles ot lose the odd dozen pinning his sword arm. The creature would simply tear what little of Azrael's clothing remained from him, sucking his wings INTO the ground ot help hold him as it then, quite simply, began exploring and looking for an easy way to tear the man apart. A being of shadow, any orifice was open game as a simply route into his body to tear out whatever the beast got a hold of.




At the same time, another mouth and set of eyes glared at Caelan*

IF YOU WISH TO LIVE, AND SAVE YOUR MALE, I SUGGEST YOU OPEN THAT GATE NOW. OTHERWISE, I WILL DRAIN THE LIFE FROM HIM AND DESTROY YOU AFTER. THERE ARE OTHER I CAN USE PALE ONE. OBEY ME OR HE DIES!

There was a large crunch as the DeSeer hit the ground, but thankfully the reinforcement of his own skeleton left him stunned as opposed to broken. Az growled as the tentacles set about lashing at him.

Fortunately Azrael had some kind of defense prepared for this, developed immediately after recieving viccisitude, in case Ice paid him a 'visit'. In a split second every orrifice on his body sealed shut, and he focused on spilling out more of Kagu's hurtful energy, writhing and thrashing on the floor.

He clenched and unclenched his right fist, building up a large ammount of energy in his hand. He slammed down hard onto the ground, releasing the energy in a minor explosion, his hand rushing to his forehead in the precious seconds of freedom it had secured.

Anyone who had seen Az fight a tough opponent would know exactly what was about to happen. As his hand gripped seemingly nothing at the top of his forehead, a quick pull down over his face left his horrific bone hollow mask there, lizard like eyes opening in a deep indigo. The two tone skull face, complete with rams horns, roared aloud in a bone chilling fashion, splitting open the skin where Az had sealed his mouth shut.

The beasts long purple tongue snaked out over bloodied lips, tasting the air. Once again it had been allowed a small measure of freedom, but what was this, something sought to keep it bound still?!

A furious roar escaped the creatures lips, and spiritual energy literally exploded outwards from its form. Pulling itself up, the wings stuck in the ground simply tore from his back, blood spattering on the ground before evaporating in the sheer energy Azraels 'final form' exuded. Once shakily on its feet, the creature tilted its head at Azamoras, its boney mouth contorting into a twisted grin at its enemies power.

It didn't wait for an invitation, the 'hollowified' Az charged at his enemy, his spiritual pressure so thick it ran -into- the air, as if running up stairs. Black zanpaktou summoned to hand, the creature roared aloud once more, shades of both Azrael and Kagu in its voice.

"BANKAI!"

The black katana shone with dark energy, and shifted into it's naginata from. Azrael leapt at the beast with all his might, aiming to plunge the weapon directly into the beast, following it inside if possible.

Unlike Azrael, Caelan had no flesh crafting abilities, and so had no defense against what happened next. She thrashed and gritted her teeth, but her will having already been weakened by sickness- she soon began to scream. The sound was terrible to hear, her back arching, arms straining against the living restraints to no avail. Pleading seemed to do little good, and she shrieked in frustration and pain as she was treated to what Azrael had managed to avoid. Not knowing what to offer to get the ancient creature to cease its actions made it all the more horrible.

Barbed suckers cut into pale flesh thanks to her own thrashing, and though her body kept pace, healing each wound as it was made, her blood still ran from deep gashes. From where she was being held, she saw no sign of Azrael and feared for the worst, though surely she would have known through their bond of something tragic had happened.

The massive beast roared in agony, slamming its white haired prey to the ground in frustration as her male counterpart destroyed it from the inside out. It's body was expanding exponentially, the heat searing flesh and bile and the mouths opened and closed, each wailing. The cacophony was so loud the realm trembled as if terrified. Focusing its attention on Caelan, its tentacles forced themselves into her wounds and it escaped, its consciousness seeping into the one creature who could help it escape from this realm intact. With that consciousness came the ability to manipulate this sick and dying place, so that she might still be able to escape, and perhaps that was its intention the entire time.

Then, once this act was completed, it swelled up, shrieking so shrilly that blood ran from Caelan's deafened ears. And then it burst, sending foul poisonous liquid spraying over everything in sight. It was over so quickly, Azrael having bested the ancient thing without taking too much damage himself, however the backlash of it suddenly bursting would likely do some harm.

Caelan, on the other hand, was left a broken mess, struggling to rise to her knees as the realm they stood in began to crumble around them.