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Her expression hardened and became petulant, "How foolish you must be then." Viviane spun her weapon again and the runes tuned an ominous black. She slid toward him, bringing one end down in a shallow, painful strike. "Show me the power of a hunter. Your measure will be somewhat of use."

HP: 99
Dmg: 7

She took a step back to admire the score that tore into her shirt and flesh. Then she shrugged with a careless, "It is not mine anyway," and switched her stance. Moving in once more, Viviane's next strike went wide, causing her to scowl fiercely. Along her weapon's haft, thin black tendrils began to creep from where she gripped it.


HP: 95
Dmg: miss!

Viviane stepped into his attack, taking the damage, her teeth flashing in a vicious smile as she hooked one of the scythe-like blades around Matt's leg. She didn't quite manage to hamstring him, but the result was ugly nonetheless.


HP: 93
Dmg: 16

Noting his weakness, she didn't hesitate to kick his knees out, knocking him to the ground. In a flash, Viviane was straddling Matt, staff grinding into his throat as she began to choke him.

HP: 93
Dmg: 11

THe woman rocked back from the blow, allowing Matt one last, desperate gasp of air before bearing down once again. Eyes wide and wild, and she leaned in close and whispered, "Oh, but I have a much better idea." The black veins slithered to her weapon's blade. With a loud crack! black crystals errupted from each end of the staff, glowing with an ominous purple. For a moment, the very briefest, her weapon seemed to fade, and it's place was a pale echo of another staff.

Sitting up suddenly, Viviane twirled the staff up and over her head before plunging the crystalline growth into his chest. As fine spray of blood covered her features, the Viviane began to hum, her smile turning playful and sweet.

HP: 90
Dmg: 15

Sasha did not hesitate in following Cairt from the room. She soaked up every word that the creature gave her - her curiosity was great, and rivaled only by the interest she had in what Cairt had to impart. It was feeling a little crowded in her brain - Nona had yet to speak, but the heavy weight of her presence was constant - and now with Cairt mingled with her own thoughts.. it was a unique experience, to say the least.

"Mela was a weapon, then? I saw the statues in the crypt." Sasha's brow furrowed slightly. "Delacroix." The name tasted strange on her tongue, but it felt right to speak. "Do you know what happened to Mela? Why was she silenced? And.. why did you stay?"

Death Solo

He struggled trying to loosen the staff that was still crushing his windpipe. Her features started to blur as his nails dug into the dirt, he wasn’t going to make it much longer if he didn't get her off of him. Kasi’s screams grew fainter as the edges of his sight started to grow darker. In horror, he watched unable to move as the scythe changed into a crystalline staff reaching high above his chest and started to descend.

Matt didn’t feel the pain as it plunged into his chest; instead for a moment he felt a blanket of warmth wrap around his chest before the whole world drifted into darkness.

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“Matt, Matt GET UP YOU LAZY BUM!” A voice replied angrily as they kept tugging on his arm, “YOU PROMISED now get up!”

For a moment his head was hazy as he remained buried in the pillow. Despite the voice he was sure for a moment he was somewhere else, but maybe it was all just a really bad dream. “I remember promising something about going to mall at some point but does it really have to be so earlier?” Matt replied as his voice was muffled into the pillow. Waving his arm off to the side he found the head that the voice was coming from and ruffled the silk long hair on top.

“Yes.” She replied her body shifting into a stance that told him that she was giving him a pouty look with her arms folded across her chest. Less than a minute later he could hear her toe taping on the wooden floor. “I want to make sure I get the perfect dress since it’s going to be the MOOSSSTTT perfect night ever and you promised to make sure it was.”

Giving her a smile as he turned his head out of the pillow and looked towards her, “fineeeee fine… but I get pancakes out of this deal.”

Returning her smile she nodded, “Deal it is, but I will beat you with a pan if you’re still in bed in the next twenty minutes.”

Approximately twenty-three minutes later Matt was downstairs sitting in a chair, putting on his deodorant while drooling over the scent of pancakes as the girl was stacking the last one onto a plate.

Turning around she gave him a quick glare as Matt put the cap back on the deodorant stick, “Really at the table?”

“At least I won’t smell and embarrass you today,” He replied as he started to pull half the stack off the top and onto his plate and soaking it all in syrup.

You know you could have just been her accomplice………… The overflow syrup ran around the edge of the plate as the square of butter started to slide down the side the voice echoing in his head.

“Pfft.” The girl replied rolling her eyes and then giggling. “Why do you always have to be a dork?”

Swallowing the large bite of soft pancake down his throat he grinned, “Hey hey I am not that big of a dork am I? I mean if I was such a dork would I really take my ------ to the mall?”

I mean all you would have to do would be to betray Deus, are they really worth your life?

A chill ran up his back as if the door to the refrigerator was left open and his fingers started to grow stiff as if the fork was too heavy to hold. He tried to grin at the girl as a sharp pain of sorrow shot through his chest as he couldn’t recall even her name but when he looked at her again he could feel the tears

The girl laughed for a moment but it died away as the look of worry took its place on her face, “Matt? Are you ok?”

Its not as if anyone at Deus like you so why do you feel so loyal to them?

The fork clattered onto the floor as Matt grabbed his chest, he could hear the scraping of her chair as it shot back.

You should have betrayed them. Was it for her? You don’t even remember who she is do you.

“Matt! What’s wrong? Matt? Matt?” She was shaking him yelling in his ear before scrambling to the phone.

Hahahahahahahahahahaha. Stupid. That’s what you are stupid…..

The beeps of the phone buttons seemed almost miles away as his body hit the cold floor, he could hear her scream as she tried to shake him even turn him on his back. Her cold hands were around his face smoothing his cheeks as if trying to find the answer to what was going on. He could feel the warm syrup had started to drip off the table and onto his chest

“I’m sorry..” He whispered as her face started to fade into darkness.

She wants you to take her place. After her Gran died... it paused, and the wood of its hand became brittle and cracked loudly before smoothing again. Someone of her bloodline must stay here to guard the crypt, for otherwise the other Guardian will awaken and her home will be lost to her. Viviane is...greedy, she wishes to gain the world but keep her home. Your arrival was...like a gift to her.

Her question about Nona had her tugging her along a bit more impatiently, I don't know. Weapons are...not something I know or wish to know more about. It's voice grew rough and grim, They've cause enough trouble.

They turned a corner and suddenly the area was lit up by a purple glow. Cairt led her through a large, cavernous chamber. On one end, two large doors ringed in purple runes stood tall, guarded by two stone gargoyles. Across the doors were a series of keyholes, seven in number, each a different colour.

White, gold, green, red, purple, black, and blue.

The walls of the chamber held a far more unpleasant sight, though. In a large circle, skeletons and the mummified remains of people lined the walls, each arranged carefully to sit upright, their dead gaze focused upon the doors. Their clothes ranged greatly in period, and close inspection would reveal them to be of fine make and material. Many of them wore white coats edged in gold trim and gracefully embroidered tree branches.