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 Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 12:34 am
 Bel Heartily Bel coughed a few times after being spat out, waving a hand in front of his face. "I know it's cliche, but...you seriously need a breath mint." Bel glanced up as the enormous snake jumped into the air...let me just repeat that, as the World Serpent, a snake some said was as-large-as-the-Earth, Bel looked up and paused...before sighing and scratching his hair. Jormungandr wanted them all to die huh? He'd become so unreasonable in whatever world Lewis banished him too. "Right after you." Bel muttered, sliding a foot back and taking a deep breath. As he sucked an enormous amount of air into his lungs, sparks began to strike in the air around him and the temperature rose in the entire area. Finally, Bel roared as his eyes turned red and he let loose a wave of fiery breath towards the World Serpent above them, the serpentine-demon responding in kind to Jorm's own killing intent with power to match. One of them was clearly not going to emerge from this battle, and though he was loath to accept it as the only option...Bel would claim victory, through whatever means he could. Quote: Fire Boost Fire Amp Spell Master Meltdown
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 9:56 am
 Patris Michieru, the Charmed Princess.Patris felt herself getting a bit stronger from the healing spell, but even as the warmth went over her, she could still feel the all too aggravated pain from the poison.
"I..don't know how much longer.." she sounded, before hearing the Serpent SCREAM in agony, talking about they were all going to die...
"Wynn...." she called, coughing as she gestured up towards the large shadow, a spark of electricity jolting out. "T..This may be our last chance...""Understood, Princess." the green haired demon called, as she focused her energy once more.
"Bite. Sized. Tempest!" she called, thrusting her fist up to join with the powerful Fire spell of Bel's, and the jolt of Patris. She would do her best to save Patris from being killed by the Serpent, even if it meant her own death...
Shu..If this doesn't work out... she thought, closing her eyes to remember the brown haired summoner she knew and loved so well. She had made a promise, and she intended to keep it. Quote: Patris: Zio (Jormy) Wynn, Serenity of the Gusts: Bite Sized Tempest. (Jorm) Book of the Charmed King: [Cast Agi, Bufu, Garu, or Zio when used with a demon [RNG 1-4 to decide] [Weapon Equip] (Zio) Kurogane Cape: [Null Elec when Worn] {Armor Equip] Honduran Surprise: Houses ??? [Accessory]
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 9:34 am
The Betrayed World Serpent, Jormungandr
"I always knew he was a shitty old man..."He was descending...and death along with him. Bel, Patris, Loki, anyone...anyone that got in his path right now was going to die and that was all there was to it! His anger had clouded his judgment, the pain had clouded his mind with a crimson, bloody haze that he could not shake. What remained of the sense and clever wit of the Snake had been dulled by his long time in the Corridor and completely shattered by this arrogant, wannabe Bel spouting off his pithy one-liners and attacking him as though there was nothing to be feared from the World Serpent Jormungandr...and that was why he leaped and he crashed down, all of his weight and power and the venom within him descending in a single flash that would smash them all into the dust and end this charade once and for all!
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And then the wind crashed into him and pushed him aside and off-course, the Bite-Sized Tempest stronger than its size would indicate...and the fire of Belial's make washed over him in an instant, singing, burning...his screeching cries of pain slowly echoing and tailing off into nothing...before his eyes he could see that b*****d's smirking face and it reminded him of his father...he could almost hear his laughter now, laughter at his own son...dying at the hands of a true Prince of Bel. He coughed, but his lungs burned...everything burned...and when he hit the ground that last light of consciousness began to fade away.
he coughed as he slowly reverted from his demon form back into his scorched, dying human form...one un-burned eye shifting into a narrow, bitter gold,
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His eye closed slowly, the half-mad snake having finally met his own suffering's end...a bitter testament to what might become of this world's Serpent...should he ever run afoul of his cruelly mischievous father.Quote: [Bel] and [Patris] have won!
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